#You really gonna call my girls annoying when they didn't do anything to ya? They're part of the cast too :U

[withahappyrefrain]

The 5 Times You Flirted With Bob + The 1 Time He Picked Up on It

Summary: You've fallen for your friend and have decided to drop some hints that you're flirting. Unfortunately, Bob doesn't realize that immediately.

Warnings: Language, no y/n, female reader, reader has a callsign (Honey)

Thank you to @dissonannce for this amazing idea. Thank you @acewritesfics for the dividers!

"Your hands are so big."

It took Bob a moment to register that you were in fact, talking to him.

"Oh! Um yeah. My ma made me do piano because she felt I was given the hands for them," Bob wiggled his fingers for extra effect, "Y'know, since they're so long."

Yes, they were quite long. It was one of the first things you noticed about Bob. Well, after you noticed his beautiful blue eyes, his endearing lopsided smile, the way he was so considerate of everyone else, so gentle, and yet there was an underlying confidence about him. He was sure of himself, but he didn't feel the need to brag.

Who could blame you for falling head over heels for him?

You flashed him a smile, hand reaching towards his.

"It's just, your hand is so much bigger than mine. See?" You propped his arm up, allowing your palm to press against his, both your fingers spread out to showcase the difference in size.

"See? My hand is so small compared to yours," You giggled. Bob looked down at your hands. Your breath hitched, your fingers twitching, dying to entwine with his.

"Yeah, there is quite a difference in size," Bob said, giving you that small smile you adored so much. That smile gave you the confidence to entwine your fingers with his.

"I think they fit pretty well together, see?" He wasn't letting go. He was still smiling as he looked down at your hand holding his.

Maybe this was finally it, he'd finally realized that you liked him and would-

"I'm gonna go get some more peanuts, can I get ya anything?"

You mustered up a smile, trying to cover up your disappointment, "I'll take a water. Thanks Robby."

As soon as he left, you shot Jake a dirty look, "Seresin, you said that shit would work!"

Jake, who had been pretending to play a game of pool with Bradley, Javy, and Mickey, put his hands up in defense, "Because it usually does! Everyone knows when a girl compares hand sizes it means she wants you!"

"Everyone but Bob apparently," Javy muttered.

"Maybe you just need to be more obvious?" Mickey suggested.

You sighed. You knew Bob. The last thing you wanted was to be so blunt it would overwhelm him. But at the same time, you two had been doing this whole 'friends but also more than that and I'm pretty sure we're flirting?' for the last month and you were getting annoyed with it how seemed to be going nowhere.

Perhaps Mickey was right. You were going to have to be a bit more obvious.

"Bee? You ready?" Bob called out from your living room. Bob's nickname of your callsign (Honey) always brought a smile to your face, as well as heat to your cheeks.

"Almost! Can I get your thoughts on this top?" You asked as you walked in.

"Yeah, I'm sure you look-oh." Bob's eyes widened as he took in the green top you were wearing.

It was tighter than the shirts you normally wore, highlighting your breasts. The fabric stopped right at the end of your rib cage, showing off your stomach and bringing attention to your high waisted jeans, which according to Jake "did wonders for your ass".

"What do you think?" You clasped your hands together, the action causing your breasts to stick out even further.

"Um the uh, the color is really great on you. B-brings out your eyes," Bob said, his eyes looking everywhere except you.

With the way his cheeks were bright red, it gave you confidence to step forward, your body now inches away from his, "I was hoping it would bring out something else besides my eyes Robby."

"I mean you you look great in everything you wear! So mission accomplished," Bob said quickly, his hands fidgeting with his car keys.

"Anything else you want to say about the outfit Robby? I really value your opinion." You stood on the tips of your toes, bringing your chest closer to Bob's face.

It was the first time since you walked in that his eyes landed on your chest. He cleared his throat, as if he was gathering up the courage to say it.

"You should grab a jacket, it's supposed to go down to the low sixties tonight," He said, turning around to head out the door.

God damn it.

You grabbed your phone, quickly texting the group.

Honey: We need to go to Plan C.

Rooster: Plan C?! You're saying the top didn't work?

Bagman: Dude, your tits were like out.

Rooster: Maybe they weren't out enough?

Coyote: If they were out any more, Honey would be getting a public indecency charge.

Phoenix: Maybe we shouldn't use clothes to express our feelings? Just a thought 🤦🏽

Fanboy: Yeah Nat, that's plan C.

Payback: Can we not blow up the group chat tonight? The finale of Insecure is on.

Your right leg bounced up and down in nervous anticipation, your eyes never leaving the entrance to the Hard Deck.

"You don't think this is too much, is it?" You asked your friends/coworkers.

"Nah, it'll be perfect!" Mickey reassured you.

"You and Bob are going to walk out of here holding hands by the end of the night, guarantee it," Jake commented as he lined up the balls for a round of pool.

It took all your strength not to jump out of your seat when you saw Bob walk in. His iridescent blue eyes scanned the room, landing on you. He always seemed to search for you, which had to be a sign that he wanted more, that he felt the same way as you did.

You greeted him with a smile, patting the empty seat next to him.

"Hey Robby! I got something for you!" You called out.

Bob just smiled as he sat down, "I see you got my signature: water and peanuts. Thanks Bee!"

You giggled, shaking your head, "Yes, but that's not just it. These are for you!"

Bob stared at the bouquet of flowers you were holding out for him.

"For me? These are for me?" He asked, eyes wide as saucers.

"Yes! I was just thinking, like why is giving guys flowers not a thing? Because it totally should be! And no one deserves these flowers more than you Robby," You explained, a hopeful smile adorning your face.

Bob gently took the bouquet, admiring each flower.

"I thought they would go well with your eyes-that's why a most of them are yellow," you explained, trying to hide how nervous you were.

"These are perfect," Bob said before leaning down to smell the flowers.

"Really? Each flower has a different meaning," you began, hoping that by fidgeting with your hands, you'd be able to conceal your nerves.

Bob simply smiled, his face the epitome of saccharine, "Oh, I already know."

Your breath hitched, "You do?"

Bob nodded, "Oh yeah! Alstroemerias symbolize support, sunflowers are for loyalty, and violets stand for intuition!"

He wasn't wrong. You couldn't tell if you were upset by that or the fact that Mickey forgot flowers can have more than one meaning.

Time for Plan D.

"Hey Robby! You ready to watch hot people make poor decisions?"

"Ready as I'll ever-that's new," Bob said softly, taking in the new loungewear you had on for your biweekly Love Island watch.

"Oh this? I think I got it last week," you said as you let Bob into your apartment, "It's super comfy and it has pockets!"

It also was cut low, showing off your cleavage, as well as the tops of your thigh.

"Yeah, the uh, color looks really good on you Bee," Bob commented. The compliment brought a smile to your face. He noticed you, noticed you were wearing something new, and seemed to be noticing your now exposed skin.

"Well, let's go see if these folks gain any common sense," you grabbed his hand, practically beaming at how your hand fit perfectly in his.

"Somehow I doubt it," Bob chuckled.

When he offered to hold the popcorn for while you two watched, you weren't disappointed. Sure, it meant you weren't able to hold his hand. But it did mean you could move closer to him, your thighs practically touching.

"I really hope he doesn't take her back," Bob muttered, his eyes glued to the screen.

"He will. They always do," you sighed, gently moving your head so it rested against one of his broad shoulders.

If your action had any effect on Bob, he didn't show it. Which was the problem.

"I would pick you in the recoupling," You revealed, hoping that would be enough, would finally be enough.

Bob smiled, placing a hand on your knee, "That's kind of you Bee. But I think friendship couples go against the nature of the show."

It took everything in you not to scream.

The rest of the night was just a typical Love Island watch night, no touching, no initiating, no declarations of love, and ending with Bob giving you a friendly hug goodbye.

With a sigh, you flopped onto your bed to check your messages.

Bagman: Bee, please tell us it worked and you're marking sweet love to baby on board

Phoenix: you're disgusting Seresin.

Rooster: why would they stop fucking just to text you Bagman?

Bagman: so we can pop some champagne to celebrate

Fanboy: Why the fuck is would we do that?

Coyote: It's a big event! Bee told Bob how she feels AND Bob's getting laid!

Payback: Can I just get one night of peace? Just one night?

You: No one's doing anything bc it didn't work!

Rooster: Not trying to be rude, but weren't you like almost naked?

Bagman: Like 52% nude.

Phoenix: JFC, we're going to plan E folks.

Coyote: Is that when we just lock them in a closet?

Bagman: No that's plan G

"Hey Bee!"

The cheerful, charming voice always brought a smile to your face.

"Hi Robby!" You greeted him with a hug, the comforting scent of rosemary filling your nostrils, "You smell really nice."

"Oh um thanks," A hand flew to the back of Bob's neck, a nervous (and also adorable) habit, "Wanted to smell nice after doing all those pushups out in the sun."

"Well it worked, you smell great," One of your hands reached up to the nape of his neck, toying with the hair that had curled at the end, "Look great too."

The tops of Bob's cheeks were now a dusty pink, "It's just a white Tshirt."

You took a step forward, placing your hands on his chest, "It's a good look Robby. Shows off your muscles. I like it on you.

Bob's lips parted, then promptly closed.

"Uh, t-thanks Bee." He had to know now that you were flirting with him. It was clear as day.

Feeling confident, your hands trailed down to his, grasping them, "We should dance!"

You didn't wait for Bob to answer, dragging him out to the middle of the floor. The sounds of Bradley covering Frankie Valli (begrudgingly, as apparently Jerry Lee Lewis was better) filled the bar.

After a few minutes, Bob's shoulders visibly relaxed, a smile spreading across his face. You threw your head back laughing as he bust out a goofy dance move.

Everyone thought Bob was shy, but that wasn't the case. He was observant, determined to get a good read on someone so he knew how to approach the situation accordingly. Once he was comfortable, his personality shined and he was a sweet, goofy man who you adored with all your heart.

The grin you had was so wide, your cheeks were beginning to hurt. But you couldn't stop, not when he was twirling you around.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?" You asked, having to say it into his ear so he could hear your voice above the music.

Bob shrugged, "I come from a big family. When you know you're going to a lot of weddings, knowing how to dance helps. That and my mom made me do cotillion."

"Well, all that practice paid off. You're a great dance partner Robby." You rested your chin against his broad chest, looking up to meet eyes bluer than the ocean.

In that moment, all you could do was focus on him. The way the corner of his eyes creased when he truly smiled, his comforting scent, his pink, thin lips that you were dying to feel on yours.

You wondered if he could hear your heart pounding, if he could feel it since your body was practically on his.

His hands found their way to your arms, gently placing themselves on your biceps. Was this it? It had to be.

So you stood on the tips of your toes, your lips now closer to his. Your eyes began to close as you leaned in to-

"I gotta go. Jake stuck his foot in his mouth again."

This wasn't a lie. But it still didn't dull your disappointment. Nor did it sedate your growing frustration at this whole situation.

Perhaps you didn't need Plan G or H Perhaps it was time to go with your original plan.

The next time you saw Bob was when Nat threw a small get together to celebrate the end of a long week.

He was wearing that damn white Tshirt again. Whenever he brought his cup of water to his mouth, the fabric stretched across his bicep.

Was he doing this on purpose? Did he know? Consciously or not, that you had fallen for him ever since you two first met at training?

Either way, you were tired of this game you had been playing for the past month.

"Are you sure about this?" Natasha asked.

You simply nodded before taking a shot of vodka. A little liquid courage was always nice.

"Nat, he's oblivious. Honestly, I don't know why we didn't do this the first time," Jake commented as he took the shot glass out of your hand.

"Because we didn't expect him to be that oblivious," Mickey countered.

"Well everyone, wish me luck." You walked out of the kitchen to find Bob still sitting on the couch, glass of water in hand.

His eyes met yours and he gave you a smile sweeter than honey. Your legs began to wobble, whether it was from that smile or your nerves, you couldn't say.

You walked over, making a beeline for him. Bob's eyes widened, his fingers gripping his cup. Your gaze was so intense.

"Hey Bee-oh!" Bob froze as you sat down in his lap, your thighs straddling his lithe hips.

"Hey Robby," your hands found his shoulders, fingers toying with the thin cotton fabric of his shirt.

"Uh Bee, there's um, there's a seat right there," Bob weakly pointed to the empty space next to him.

"I don't want that," you leaned forward, your forehead grazing his, "I want you Robby."

His eyes widened once more, as if he just saw an incoming train, "M-me?"

"Yes. Wanted you ever since that first day of training, when you offered me a mint," you told him.

"I uh, you looked sleepy and mint is known to wake you up and," Bob paused, "Did you say since the first day of training?"

You nodded, smiling at how you were able to see him process this information.

"The first day of training?" He repeated.

"Yes Bob, all you did was offer me a mint and smile to make me fall head over heels for ya," your fingers now went up to the back of his neck, twirling the curled ends of his hair, "Been trying to tell you that for the last month."

Bob opened his mouth, then promptly closed it, his brain still processing everything.

"You good Rob-" You never got to finish your sentence, as Bob decided right then was the best time to press his lips against yours.

His lips were soft and tasted faintly of vanilla, no doubt from the chapstick you watched him reapply. His touch was gentle, his thick fingers ghosting over your thighs, trailing up to your waist. Every move, no matter how small, made your heart fluttered.

Being so close to him, you could smell his aftershave, a mix of eucalyptus and sage. It was intoxicating and you wanted to be surrounded by it all the time, wanted to kiss him all the time.

When he broke away for air, you had to hold back a whimper, your lips desperate for more.

"FINALLY!"

You turned your head to find Bradley, along with Mickey, Natasha, Jake, Javy, and Reuben standing by the doorframe, in perfect view of you and Bob.

You smiled and opened your mouth, ready to make a quick remark. But Bob's fingers hooked underneath your chin, turning your head back to meet his lips again.

Unlike the first kiss, this one was bolder. His lips moved against yours with more confidence. Your whole body felt warm, as if you were floating. His hands now cupped your jawline, which is how you learned that Bob's hands practically covered your whole neck, a discovery that sent you reeling.

Your hands trailed up to his head, desperate to feel his sun kissed locks, desperate to find out if they were as soft as they looked. But just before you could, Bob broke away.

"What?" Anxiety came rushing back, dragging you away from Cloud Nine, your previous location. Did he regret it?

"Let's go."

He moved your body to the empty space on the couch, quickly getting up. You took his hands, allowing him to help you get up. You held onto one hand as he led you to the front door.

"Bob! What are you doing with my backseater?" Javy called out.

"Making up for lost time!"

Maybe you should be a little embarrassed. But how could you? You had finally kissed the man of your dreams, he kissed you back. He wanted to leave with you.

The sounds of the house party fainted, becoming soft background noise as you went outside.

Bob stopped, turning around to face you. Before you could get out a sound, his lips were on you again. His hands pulled your body to his, closing the gap in-between.

You couldn't help but moan when you felt his tongue slide against your bottom lip, immediately granting him entrance. You could hear Bob's breath hitch, his hands roaming across your body, touching your soft skin.

Abruptly, he pulled away, leaving you desperate for more.

"Why do you keep doing that?!"

"I...." His face was flushed, "I meant to ask you if if you drove yourself here. But you looked so kissable. You still do, God I just wanna kiss you again."

"I'm not stopping you Robby," you grinned, stepping towards him, "I'm not stopping you at all."

"Oh don't tell me that darlin'" his Midwestern upbringing laced his words. You always loved his accent, having found it not just unique but also comforting.

Somehow, despite his lips pressed against yours, Bob was able to walk you back to his car, your back meeting the cool metal.

His broad body draped over yours, his tongue frantically exploring your mouth. Your fingers reached up, grasping his hair. It was soft and much thicker than you expected.

What else was there about Bob you had yet to learn? What kind of toothpaste he used, if he drank tea or coffee in the morning. Did he fall asleep to rain sounds or silence? How many pillows were on his bed?

You wanted to know everything.

But right now, you just wanted to kiss Bob.

Your fingers tugged on his hair in an attempt to pull him closer to you. Despite his chest being pressed against yours, it wasn't enough. You wanted all of him.

"We should get in the car," He said, voice breathless. With the way his chest was rising, one would think he had just ran ten miles.

Bob began moving towards the driver's side of his truck, but he stopped, turning back to you.

"I want to take you home," He stated. It sounded like a confession with the way guilt laced his eyes.

"I would love that Robby."

Instead, he just shook his head, "But I shouldn't because you deserve more than that. You deserve a nice date, like that Italian restaurant we always pass when we go to Bradley's. You deserve that and flowers and a lovely dinner with candles and wine that's older than both of us-"

You cut him off by gently pecking his lips, "It's okay Bob. You could take me to that diner up the room from your place tomorrow morning and I'd be elated because I would be with you."

He shook his head, clearly torn between continuing to talk and continuing to kiss you, "But....it's the least I should do. I mean, after all the hints you were dropping. I thought you were just being friendly and-"

"What friend asks another friend to look at their chest?" You asked incredulously.

"I thought maybe we were just really close! That you were really comfortable around me, which is why I didn't think anything regarding what you wore when we watched Love Island. I mean," his face reddened, "I did think about it. Um I thought about it a lot and if you ever want to wear it again, I would not mind-"

"Bob," you stepped forward, placing your hands on his chest.

"I mean, you got me Violets! Those mean loyalty and devotion, as well as delicate love! And believe me I wanted to kiss you at the Hard Deck, but that is entirely Jake's fault-"

"As most things are."

"And looking back it was so obvious and I can't believe I didn't pick up on it," He paused, "Sorry, I I had to get that out. I can take you home or back to my place, whatever you want."

You giggled, delighted by his ramblings. You wanted to hear more of it.

"And now I just want to kiss you. Like all the time," He confessed, his lips moving closer to yours.

"Robby, get in the car," you instructed.

"Oh, um, okay," Bob unlocked his car, moving towards the driver seat.

"No Bob. Get in the back of the car," you instructed.

Bob's brows knitted together in confusion, "But then how will I drive-oh!"

Who knows if you were going to make it back to his place or yours. All you cared about was getting your lips and hands back on Bob Floyd.

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[girlyliondragon]

That moment when you see that person who insisted on hating and misgendering Floofty claim that Cromdo is the “only” non-annoying character in the game.

Like, nobody in this game is annoying, and even then those that think they are are subjective tbh.

#Em Speaks #You really gonna call my girls annoying when they didn't do anything to ya? They're part of the cast too :U #Also yeah I'm simping for these muppets what ya gonna do #and then the same person calls us overly sensitive for their BS like no I obviously ain't gonna be nice to ya #I don't dislike Cromdo but I also just wanna say that it's telling that the capitalist dude is the one character they like #I feel like that says enough :P #Sorry old red that they had to use you against the fandom like this smh #dunno what ''point'' you're trying to make but the fandom does not care bruh

[h0nkch0c0late]

hello its me again 😈 Another request sooo could u please do smth where like reader is friends with everyone in like every dojo and they all are trying to get her on their side and reader is with demetri and so she almost joins miyagi do for him but doesnt and stays neutral? yk the drill JENDKFKD

OH HELL YEAH MHUAH KISSES FOR UR FOREHEAD 💗💗💗💗

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4 AND SWEARING

Demetri Alexopoulos

Summary: Y/n is friends with everyone in every dojo, yes, even Cobra Kai. But when it comes down to finding girls for the dojos, they become desperate. But, although she likes karate, she hates having to kick her friends' asses. Even her boyfriend Demetri can't get her on his side. Can he?

"I'm telling you for the last time, Mr. Lawrence, I'm not joining Eagle Fang!" Y/n told him in frustration.

"But why not?? You'd be amazing on our team! We need you!" Johnny replied.

"Sensai Lawrence is right, Y/n. Come on! It'll be totally worth it!" Miguel added.

Y/n groaned, "I said no."

"Cmon pleaassseeee." Miguel pouted.

"No. For the last time, no. I came here to help, not to actually join." She started to walk away, "but now it seems my time is up."

"Where are you going?!" Johnny called after the teen.

"I'm leaving! What does it look like?" She had her back turned towards them as she walked.

"Wait no come back!" Miguel sighed.

She put her hand out and waved at them as she left, "goodbye! See ya later at school or something."

Johnny and Miguel looked over at each other as she left, both determined to get her to join.

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Walking to the park, she was immediately greeted with the faces of Tory and Robby, which she thought was weird because she's never actually seen them there before.

"Hey you two! What are you guys doing here?" She asked.

"Just...hanging out." Robby smiled.

"Yup, just hanging out." Tory agreed.

Y/n eyed them suspiciously, "I have a strong feeling you two are lying to me. I never see you guys here and I come here daily, so what's up?"

Tory sighed, "we want you to join Cobra Kai."

"Are you being serious right now?"

"Yeah, we're being very serious." Robby told her with a straight face.

"You two do realize what my answer is gonna be right?" Y/n questioned, folding her arms.

"Yeah, but we can convince you. We're too very charming people." Tory shrugged.

"You do realize that sentence gives off "but I can change you🥺" energy, right? Also, no I'm not joining."

"Cmon Y/n, we need your help! You're like one of the best karate fighters in the Valley." Robby added.

"As flattering as that is, Robby, the answer is still no. Jeez you two are like, the fourth and fifth people today who have been trying to get me to join."

"Well, could you at least consider it?" He asked.

"Absolutely not. And plus, Cobra Kai's got Tory," Y/n pointed to the girl beside Robby, "she's just as good as I am if not better."

"But you'd still really help us." Tory acknowledged.

"No. I'd rather not ruin my friendships with the rest of my friends by joining Kreese and Silver. Yknow, the two guys who basically gave Mr. LaRusso trauma and basically ruined Mr. Lawrence's life? Not to mention they're slowly ruining yours too, even if you don't think they are."

"Y/n-"

"Nope, I'm leaving. You've ruined my park time and now I want to annoy the hell out of my boyfriend who's from Miyagi-Do who I absolutely love and adore." Y/n cut Robby off before he could say anything, leaving the two Cobra Kais behind as she began leaving the park.

"At least consider it?" Robby called out.

"NO!"

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Y/n didn't even bother to knock on the boy's door. She's been over there so many times that it's basically a given.

She looked around to see that neither of his parents were home. That or they were in their room or something. She didn't exactly have the energy to care.

She immediately carried herself to his room, her only focus was to dump herself onto the boy and complain about how her day has been so far.

"Oh Demetri I'm here~" She said in a sing-song voice as she opened his door.

He looked over at her with a smile, "hey Y/n, you're early. What's up?"

"People wanting me to join their dojos, that's what's up." She groaned as she plopped herself onto the bed where he was laying, comic book in hand.

"Really? Again?" He asked in annoyance as though he wasn't just about to plead her to join the dojo he's in.

"Yuh. It's so frustrating! I've told each of them a million times that I will not join a dojo no matter the circumstance but they just don't listen!" She wrapped herself around him, lying her head down on his chest.

Demetri looked down at the girl, putting his comic book down and wrapping his arms around her. "Okay I know you're upset, aand kind of angry at everyone, but what about me?"

She looked up at him, "what about you?"

"Miyagi-Do has me in it. You know, your boyfriend. The guy who would literally do anything for you and who loves you to death?"

"Okay, and?"

"And that if I knew you were right by side I would totally have a lot more confidence in fighting in the tournament and I could also watch you beat Tory's or any of the other girl's asses and make us win and I could give you a celebratory kiss and be super duper proud of you even though I already am of your existence?"

"Celebratory kiss, you say?" Y/n raised an eyebrow.

"Aaand maybe a little more after we go home? Not to mention that if you do join us you can totally annoy the hell out of Eli and Sam the whole time."

"Hmmm...that does sound pretty promising..." She genuinely started to consider it.

"So? Is that a yes?" He smiled.

Then she remembered her whole point of why she was staying neutral in the first place. "Mmmh...no."

"Huh?"

"No. Although all of that sounds fun, and I would love to kick Tory's ass because she's one of my best friends and it would be fun, I also do not want to beat her because she is my friend. I'd rather just stand on the sidelines and use my skills that I've learned for self-defence only. Plus, I already get that attention from you in the first place even when I'm just standing around doing nothing, soooo." She shrugged.

"Okay, yeah, that's fair. Didn't hurt to try though." Demetri put his chin on the top of her head when she had laid her head back down on his chest.

Y/n sighed in content with the contact, "I wish we could stay like this forever and not have to worry about anything to do with karate."

Demetri chuckled, "you and me both."

"I love you, De."

"I love you too, Y/n."

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I don't know if I like the ending but that's fine its fine its all good :')

@bigtimesexhaving I'm sure you wanted to be tagged for this LOL even though it's your ask...

ANYWAYS

Am I totally whipped for Demetri? Yes. Will I ever stop writing for him? Probably not unless my obsession with Cobra Kai comes to and end LMAO

#imagine #x reader #demetri alexopoulos x reader #demetri x reader #demetri alexopoulos #demetri cobra kai #cobra kai karate #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai #miyagi do #eagle fang #eagle fang karate #miyagi do karate

[tsumusamu]

nice receive [miya atsumu x fem!reader]

genre: fluff and (once again, a sad attempt at) humor

word count: 3.8k

summary: eight months into your relationship, atsumu takes you to meet his family. things don't go as planned, but of course, everything ends up alright in the end anyway. alternatively, miya atsumu adores you and his family thinks it's easy to see why.

warnings: uhhh implied sexual content at the end but it is like barely there ok

commission for @ muppetz (it wont let me tag for some reason ugh) thank you so much for commissioning me!

a/n: this ended up being way longer than the word count requested but that’s no one’s fault but my own because i dont know when to shut the FUCK up anyways i hope this one shot is enjoyable lol

content under the cut!

You literally never thought that you would ever end up in this situation.

"C'mon babe, why the long face? Ya nervous or somethin'?"

"No." You purse your lips, huffily averting your gaze from your boyfriend's smirking face.

"Ya don't needa be like that." Atsumu drapes an arm across your shoulder, pecking your forehead as a sort of reassurance. "No one could ever hate this cute face, after all." He accentuates his words by squishing your cheeks, drawing out a yelp of protest from you.

"If you keep talking like this, you're gonna jinx it, you know." Your words come out softer and more hesitant than intended, and you startled even yourself at how utterly anxious you sound.

"Yer gonna be fine. Trust me, I wouldn’t take just any random girl to meet my folks, and they’re well aware of that." Atsumu ruffles your hair.

"I just... I hope they're not..." You pause for a moment, trying to find the right word. "...Disappointed?" You grimace when your boyfriend suddenly throws his head back in such voracious laughter, that you swear you saw a few hysterical tears.

"Are ya jokin'?" he all but wheezes. "Yer the libero for the national volleyball team, for God's sake. If anythin', I'd be the disappointment here."

"'Tsumu — " you start, but he interrupts you by pulling you in for a comforting hug.

"Don't worry yer pretty head anymore, got it?" he murmurs into your ear. "Yer wonderful, and I couldn't be luckier to have ya. My parents are gonna love ya. Honest."

A small smile tugs at your lips as you reach around his back to hug him back. "I hope so."

A year ago, if someone had told you that you would end up having Miya Atsumu introduce you to his family as his girlfriend, you would've laughed until your ass fell off and your stomach ached like no tomorrow.

You had been absolutely overjoyed when you were chosen for the women's national volleyball team, and you were so eager to start playing with your new teammates that you had decided to attend the national team's training camp without hesitation despite your recent knee injury at the time. However, you completely overlooked the fact that you would be working with the men's team as well, which would've been completely fine... if not for Miya Atsumu.

When you first met Atsumu, he was the cocky, annoying little shit of a setter for the Japanese men's national volleyball team, someone who you were stuck training with for the next two weeks.

You still remember the first words he ever spoke to you.

"The hell are ya doin' there, lil libero? If yer not gonna be able to save the easiest ones, then ya might as well sub out."

You also remember the first thought you had about him.

'Prick.'

And the first words you spoke to him.

"Can't you look at this — " You had gestured angrily to the knee brace supporting you. "And take a fucking hint, or what?"

He had sent some unapologetic, biting words right back at you and that marked the beginning of the time you have had the utmost pleasure of knowing Miya Atsumu. The two of you had bickered rather relentlessly (not too unlike literal children, despite the both of you being well into your twenties) throughout the rest of the camp, and by the end, for some unknown reason through some unknown method, he ended up with your number.

He started texting you constantly, and as much as you tried to convince your foolish self that he was just a nuisance, you found yourself responding to his messages like an idiot anyway. Throughout the next few months, you learned that Atsumu was far more than just his overly confident demeanor; he's genuinely kind-hearted, down-to-earth, and actually kinda hilarious. And eventually — neither of you quite knew how — the two of you were staring across a table at each other in a fancy restaurant as if daring the other to blink and lose an unspoken game, on a first date that neither of you thought would go as well as it did.

A little over eight months into your happy and committed relationship, Atsumu suggested that the two of you go to his hometown in Hyogo for a weekend to visit his family. You had immediately agreed with his idea, excited to meet his parents and twin brother in person, but now that he's leading you out of your shared hotel room to go do just that, your stomach's knotting uncomfortably.

Atsumu's been nothing but supportive and comforting ever since you started showing that you're nervous to meet his family. He was always happy to provide a never-ending flow of cheesy words and warm hugs, but you're genuinely afraid of embarrassing yourself. You want to impress his family and not have them see you as undeserving of their son, who you truly care for from the bottom of your heart. Atsumu is your first long-term boyfriend, and you would jump off your roof if you managed to mess anything up during the visit to his folks.

The taxi ride to Atsumu's childhood home doesn't do much to soothe your nerves either, with you fiddling with your fingers the entire way through while Atsumu makes small talk with the driver. As the cab pulls up to the address that your boyfriend had provided earlier, you instinctively clench your fists so hard that you think you might bleed.

A look of alarm crosses Atsumu's face as he notices that you're still just as anxious as you were when you left the hotel earlier. He thought that the ride to his parents' house would give you some time to cool down, but that had clearly not been the case. His eyebrows furrow in concern as he reaches over to grab one of your hands in his, giving you a comforting squeeze.

"Just breathe, darlin'." He runs his thumb over the shallow nail marks embedded in your skin. "If it means anything to ya, my mom's a huge fan of yers. For real. I didn't tell ya this before, but she's especially excited to meet ya. Keeps yappin' to me askin' how I pulled ya." You flush.

"R-Really?" you stammer, wide-eyed.

"Really. Who wouldn't be a fan yers?" Atsumu grins, pecking your nose. "See, ya got nothin' to be worried about. Just chill out and be yerself, 'kay?" You nod, some of the tension releasing from your shoulders as Atsumu leads you out of the cab, hand still clutching yours.

You're feeling a little better now, though your thoughts are still running through your head at the pace of a mile a minute as you watch Atsumu pay the taxi driver and thank him for the ride. Atsumu's mother is my fan? Your ears start to heat up. I hope I can somehow live up to her expectations of me…

“Ma! We’re here!” Atsumu shouts at the top of lungs approximately one second after simultaneously ringing the doorbell and obnoxiously pounding on the door.

“Comin’, comin’, ya brat!” A feminine, yet strong voice hollers in return. You freeze on the spot, your mind going blank once again. It’s happening. It’s finally happening.

The door aggressively swings open, revealing a middle-aged woman wearing a pink apron and carrying a wooden spatula in her hand. Her dark hair is pulled into a bun away from her face and her eyes, the same chocolate brown as Atsumu’s, are gleaming with annoyance. She briefly glares at Atsumu for his rowdy entrance before her gaze catches onto you, and her entire face lights up with excitement.

“(L/N) (Y/N)! It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“M-Mrs. Miya,” you stammer out, trying your best to smile but you’re sure it looked more like a wince. “It’s good to m-meet you t-too.”

"Aw, hey now. What happened to my feisty girl? It's not like ya to be so lame.” Atsumu lays his forearm on your head, effectively using you as an armrest. You jerk away, scowling.

“Shut the hell up, asshat,” you snap without thinking. About half a second later, regret slams into your body like a truck. Oh, shit. I just called my boyfriend an asshat in front of his mother. You were about to run off into the streets in utter embarrassment if not for Mrs. Miya letting out a hearty laugh way too similar to her son’s and linking arms with you.

“No need to look so scared, dear. I don’t bite. And it’s good to see that yer willin’ to put this brat in his place.”

“Ma!” Atsumu whines, pouting petulantly.

“Yer really losin’ out with him though, y’know,” Mrs. Miya whispers to you as she leads you into the house by your arm. “I’ve got another son; Atsumu’s twin. Osamu’s quite well-behaved. If yer just likin’ the looks, he would be the better option.” You can tell she’s joking by the merry twinkle in her eyes, but instead of humoring her you end up shaking your head with a quiet chuckle.

“I think Atsumu’s perfectly good for me.” The two of you pause to watch Atsumu practically sprint into the kitchen, and a few moments later there’s an agitated yell as proof that he was on his way to annoy his brother. You smile. “He makes me really happy, Mrs. Miya. You raised him well.”

“Aren’t ya just the sweetest thing?” Mrs. Miya coos at you, pinching your left cheek. “And so pretty too. I swear ya could probably clobber my brat at volleyball as well. You and yer teammate… ah, Miss Amanai? The two of you always caught my eye while I watched yer matches. Make sure ya let her know.”

You blush a little and thank her, making a mental note to tell Kanoka that. She’d probably find it extremely amusing, especially since she was the one who had given Atsumu your number in the first place (which, as you had found out months later, was because he had practically groveled at her feet multiple times. Dumbass.)

“Come meet my husband, (Y/N).” Mrs. Miya leads you into the living room, where an older, balding man with rimmed glasses is quietly flipping through a book. He gives a start upon hearing your entrance, clearing his throat and sitting up straight.

“Ah, hello!” Mr. Miya greets you. “I’ve heard a lot about you! From both Atsumu and the missus.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Miya.” You nod once in a respectful manner.

“It’s about time that he settled down with a nice girl. Make sure ya keep him in line though, got it, missy?”

“Of course I w — “ you start, but Mrs. Miya is already dragging you towards the kitchen. You smile apologetically at Mr. Miya, and he just laughs and waves.

“Osamu’s makin’ dinner right now. He is such a hardworkin’ and dedicated boy. Both of them are, really,” she rambles. “But Osamu sure can cook a mean meal. He and his twin always used to fight over who’s the better cook. But I betcha Atsumu hasn’t touched the stove since he left for university years ago.”

You debate telling her that Atsumu had made quite a decent meal for the two of you just last week to celebrate your eight-month anniversary (which you hadn’t even known he remembered), but before you can formulate the right words in your head you’re suddenly shoved in the path of an unfamiliar man. Well, not really unfamiliar. He has the same face as the boyfriend who you see every day, after all.

Miya Osamu is (as expected) the literal carbon copy of Atsumu; same strong eyebrows, same hooded eyes, same angular jawline. The only thing that easily sets them apart is his black, ruffled mess of hair in stark contrast with your boyfriend’s bleached blonde.

Mrs. Miya pulls Atsumu away from the two of you, demanding that he help her with some mundane task, leaving you and Osamu by yourselves in the kitchen.

An easy smile graces his lips as he sticks out his hand. “Hey, I’m Osamu. Honored to finally meet the famous (L/N) (Y/N).” You smile back, gripping his hand firmly and shaking.

“And I’m honored to meet the famous ‘Samu.” At your words, Osamu bursts out laughing.

“Man, I don’t really let a lot of people call me that, y’know? But if yer gonna be part of the family, you could be an exception.”

“F-Family?” You pause, your sudden confidence dissipating as fast as it had come.

“Naw, no pressure. Just sayin’.” Osamu casually continues with his task of shaping onigiri. “I can tell he really likes ya.” You raise your eyebrows in curiosity without entirely meaning to. “I mean, we’re twins, it’s like a sixth sense. And also he never shuts up about ya when we text or call.”

“I hope you’re hearing all good things?” you quip jokingly.

“Oh, for sure. If I didn’t know who you were I’d think that he’s talkin’ about the reincarnation of a goddess with the way he talks.”

“Seriously?” You snort, and Osamu just laughs.

“So I’d like to ask ya the favor of continuin’ to take care of him. Guy’s just a huge ass baby. I can obviously see that yer good for him, though. He wouldn’t have stayed for so long if he wasn’t serious.”

The two of you briefly glance at Atsumu helping his mother set the table. They’re currently debating over whether Atsumu should go back to his natural hair color and “Stop makin’ yer hair look like fuckin’ straw!”

“He is a huge ass baby,” you start seriously, causing Osamu to smirk. “But he’s an honest and good person, so I’m not too bothered. I’ll take care of him, promise.”

“Thanks.” Osamu sighs, glancing rather fondly in his brother’s direction. “He’s an asshole, but at least he’s a redeemable asshole. I’m glad he’s finally got someone around to take care of him. Makes us all feel a little more relieved since he’s away from home.”

You suddenly feel warm inside.

Atsumu had been right; you truly didn’t have anything to be afraid of. The Miyas have been nothing but kind and welcoming so far, and they even seem to already have a positive opinion of you.

“Can ya help me carry these to the table?” Osamu holds out a plate of freshly-made onigiri.

“Ah, sure!” you accept hurriedly, taking the plate from him with careful hands. You take slow, calculated steps towards the dining room; the last thing you want is to accidentally drop any of the food.

Atsumu and his parents are already waiting in the dining room, and they all look up at you expectantly as you approach them with the onigiri plate in hand.

“Why, thank you, dear!” Mrs. Miya chirps. “Helpin’ Osamu out! How sweet of ya — “

She’s cut off as disaster strikes.

You trip on your last step to the table, causing a single onigiri to tumble off the plate and towards the floor. Your mouth drops open wide as you practically slam the plate down on the table and in practical slow-motion, watch the onigiri plummet down, down, down —

Then you dive.

You dive towards the floor, in the same manner as you do when you’re digging for a volleyball.

And you catch the rice ball in one hand, laying flat on your stomach. You have a moment of mental celebration; yes, you caught the onigiri! Then you realize that you look like a fucking idiot as you lay face down with one hand extended and clutching a rice ball like it’s your lifeline.

There’s a few seconds of agonizing silence.

You want the earth to swallow you whole.

There’s no way that you could ever show your face in front of Atsumu’s family or even Atsumu himself now; God you’ve never been more embarrassed in your life, and over an onigiri too —

“Nice receive!” Atsumu suddenly bellows, clapping his hands boisterously. “(L/N) does it again!”

His brother, who’s standing a few feet behind you with a platter of chicken skewers, pumps his free fist into the air and joins in with a “Hell yeah!”

Mr. Miya starts laughing the same loud Miya laugh that you’ve heard way too many times today, and his sons soon follow suit. Shame is still flooding your body, but now you’re realizing just how ridiculous the whole situation is and you resist the urge to smile at your own stupidity. As soon as Mrs. Miya recovers from her initial surprise, she comes to help you up, and you can tell that she’s doing her best not to laugh as well.

“Are ya okay, dear?” she briefly inspects you for any sign of injury.

“All good here, Mrs. Miya.” You smile, genuinely and comfortably, as Atsumu comes behind you to wrap his arms around you and peck your cheek, still chuckling with a small note of pride. “All good.”

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“See?” Atsumu’s smug as hell as the two of you enter the hotel elevator on your way up to your room. Osamu had dropped you off so there would be no need for another cab. “I told ya that they’d fuckin’ love ya.”

“Why’re you rubbing in something like this?” You scoff, dodging when he tries to pull you into a crushing hug.

“Because I was right.” He smirks. You roll your eyes to heaven.

“Well, you can’t blame me for being nervous! I still can’t believe that none of them got upset at me for diving for a rice ball at the dinner table.” You groan, hiding your face in your hands.

“Nah, why the hell would they? It was cool. Yer cool, Miss National Team Libero.” He laughs, reaching for you again and this time you let him bring you close to him. “Besides, like I said before, who could ever resist yer pretty lil face?”

“You’re a hopeless asshole.” You sigh, and Atsumu of course just chuckles, his laughter vibrating against your ear as you press yourself into his chest.

“I’m yer hopeless asshole.” He pecks the top of your head. “C’mon, babe. It’s our floor.”

You hadn’t realized how tired you are until the two of you enter your hotel room and you see the large, inviting bed. You practically jump onto it, burying your face into a pillow. “Goodnight…” you mumble sleepily.

“Ya gotta go shower and brush yer teeth first, idiot.” A pillow smacks you in the side of the head, and you leap up with a cry of surprise. “Damn, don’t be so loud, sweetheart. It’s late, y’know. Don’t wanna get a noise complaint like last night.” You turn bright red at the reminder.

“Shut u-up,” you retort. “I told you that we shouldn’t have tried to do it on the balcony.”

“It was fun, though, y’know! An experience. And ya sounded like you were enjoyin’ it, anyway.” He chucks another pillow at you, and you yelp as it nails you in the face. “Now get yer cute ass over here, we’re gonna shower.”

“You can’t make me.” You stubbornly lay back down and close your eyes, and you had peace for all but ten seconds before Atsumu’s plucking you off the bed and settling you into his arms bridal-style. Your eyes shoot open in shock and you flail desperately. “Put me down!”

“No can do. I’m not sleepin’ next to yer stinky self tonight, darlin’.” Atsumu laughs as you scowl.

“The floor’s always open for you,” you snap.

“Aw, yer no fun.” He steals a kiss from you in the blink of an eye; the only evidence of there being contact at all is a tingling feeling on your lips. You feel your heart melt just a little more.

“Fine. After we shower, we go straight to bed. Got it?”

“ And brush our teeth. Yer mornin’ breath is bad enough.” He lets out quite an unpleasant squawk when you smack him lightly in the shoulder. “Alright, sorry, sorry.”

“Is this just your excuse to see me naked?” you tease him as he sets you down on the bathroom counter before immediately removing his shirt to reveal his muscled torso. He grins wolfishly at you and shrugs.

“And if it is?” Atsumu’s eyes are zeroed in on the small hickey he had left right below your collarbone last night, which is now visible thanks to the way your shirt had rumpled after he had practically manhandled you into the bathroom.

“Well, I won’t complain.” You follow his gaze down to your neck, before glancing back up to meet his eyes and raise an eyebrow at him. “If you’re going to make it worth my time.”

About an hour later, the two of you are lying in bed together, effectively tuckered out and finally ready to sleep. Atsumu’s strong arms are wrapped tightly around you like a protective cocoon as you snuggle your face against his chest. The slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat rocks you towards dreamland, and all the worries from the past day are slipping away.

“Hey, ‘Tsumu,” you mumble against his chest. He grunts tiredly.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

There’s a small silence.

“...Thanks,” you finally say after a beat.

“Huh? For what?” he quips.

“For being patient with me today, even though I was so nervous. And for taking me to meet your family.” You crane your head to look up at him, contentment adorning your features. “I had a good time. I hope they don’t hate the idea of me coming around again sometime.”

Atsumu smiles that familiar smile, the smile filled with affection that others rarely get to see. His eyes are almost half-mooned with joy, his lips are curved up in genuine adoration, and his cheeks are flushed with color. You saw this smile for the first time when he set an incredibly low ball at training camp, earning the awe of everyone in the room, including yourself. Never did you think that you would ever have this expression of pure love aimed at you, nor did you think it would fill you with so much happiness every time you had the blessing of seeing it. He says nothing for a while, suddenly resorting to trailing kisses all over your face. You let him, closing your eyes peacefully as he showers you with his love, ending with one final peck to your nose.

“I'm sure they'd like to have you around again.”

And if Atsumu continues playing his cards right, he thinks there might be a possibility that in the next five or so years, you could truly become part of the family with a glittering ring on your finger.

Only time will tell if that possibility will ever come to fruition, but as you tilt your head up to give him one last kiss on the lips and whisper those three words to him, he knows for sure that he wants to continue building towards that future with you.

“I love you too.” He lets his eyes fall shut as well, before resting his chin atop your head and savoring the warmth of your body against his.

Only time will tell.

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Revival(BNHA OC)

Chapter 5: Sports Festival?

Keeping herself hidden from her villainous father, and studying to be a hero for the sake of her and her deceased mother, Sunako Homura pushes her way through countless challenges in her highschool years. Will she lose it all, or lose herself?

Story Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance, Family/Comfort

Tags/Trigger Warnings: Gore/Blood, Suicidal attempts, Alcohol, Language, Panic Attacks

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After dinner, there was an awkward vibe between Shura and I. Neither her or I have said anything to each other even after she came home.

"You didn't tell me you were going on a trip.", Shura suddenly speaks up.

"My bad?", I say and she smacks me on my head. "Uh...OW!?"

Tatsuo hisses in sympathy.

"You earned that! You had me worried!", she says looking back at the sink. "All Might called home and I was worried sick. You're lucky I was stuck at work, or I'd have been there to strangle you."

I sweatdropped. "Please don't."

She sighs and shakes her head. "Just be careful. This is your first time fighting a villain and you almost died...."

"I didn't get anywhere close to dying, Shura.", I say, crossing my arms.

"To me, you did. I shouldn't have to get a phone call home about you being in danger or hurt, or worse.", she says, sullen and walking to her room.

"I know.", I say, looking down at my lap, not wanting to make it worse.

"She's only looking out for you, Sunako.", Tomohiro says.

I know.

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After two days of resting, I went outside only to see Bakugou already ahead.

“So, you weren’t gonna wait?”, I joked, catching up to him.

“Tch.”, he rolled his eyes. “You take too long. Shouldn’t take you 30 years to put on some pants.”

“You’re exaggerating and a drama queen,” I say.

He glared at me and I just laughed as we got to the entrance.

“Hey, Sunako!”, I hear Mina call me.

Before I could turn around, I was tugged somewhere into the girls changing room.

“What’s going on!?”, I exclaimed, seeing Yaoyorozu, Tsuyu and Uraraka trailing behind her.

“It’s about time you got out of those pants, don’t you think…?”, Ashido smiles sinisterly, along with the other trio.

“And that’s my cue to leave.”, Tomohiro says, disappearing.

You ass! Don’t leave me!!

I backed up into a wall. “What’re you trying to do….?”

Tsuyu wrapped me up with her tongue as Yaoyorozu sized me up, making a skirt, black thigh highs, a black bra in my size.

“Don’t even think about putting that on me!”, I yelled.

“Would you rather do it yourself?”, Ashido asked.

“I’d rather die!”, I deadpanned.

They looked at me with straight faces and neared me again.

“You can beat me or whatever, but I ain't putting it on!”, I exclaim.

"Oh, c'mon! It's not that bad.", Mina says, making me raise both of my eyebrows in disbelief.

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“Hey, you guys!!”, Ashido calls.

I felt myself being dragged inside the classroom, hearing a bunch of voices going around and then it gets quiet.

“We got something to show ya! Meet the new Homura Sunako!”, she announces, ripping a cover off of me.

I look around the room to see the rest of the class’s wide eyes and some of their cheeks dusted pink.

“Isn’t she cute??”, Uraraka asks.

“Very.”, Kaminari grins.

“I didn't need your opinion!”, I yell and Mina giggles, wrapping her arms around me.

I glanced toward the rest of the room. “What’re you guys staring at!? Quit gawkin’!!”, I growled.

“Aw, c'mon Sunako-chan…you don’t look bad. You’re super cute!”, Hagakure says.

“I’m not cute!”, I argue.

“She’s right, though!”, Kaminari says and grins at Kirishima. "Don't you think so, bro?" Kirishima rubs behind his neck. "C'mon, don't make her uncomfortable."

I groaned out loud turning to Mina. “Why’d you make me put this on?”

“To get in touch with your inner femininity.”, she says, shrugging.

What kinda answer is that….?

“She’s right, you know.”, Tomohiro says. "It doesn't hurt to do so every now and then."

Your opinion is invalid. You didn't help me.

The door slid open to show a wrapped up mummy.

“Who-?”, I started, but was cut off by threatening, but mumbled voice.

“Why are you all still up…? Sit. Down.”, a familiar voice says.

“Mr. Aizawa….!?”

“You’re back!!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting??”

“My well being isn’t of importance right now. I just need to let you all know that your battle isn’t finished.”, he says, walking over to the podium.

“What…?”

“More villains….?”, I whispered.

“The sports festival is coming up.”, he says.

Everyone sighs in relief. Asshole…

“I forget this is a school.”, Kaminari says.

“Everyone…I’m gonna do my best!”, Uraraka exclaims.

Everyone fist pumps the air. “Yeah!!”

“I said I’m gonna do my best!!”, Uraraka yells aggressively.

“Y-yeah….”

The class went by just as fast as it came and everyone clambered to leave.

“I’m so tired…”, I say, yawning. I glanced Uraraka as she trembles, facing the door.

“W-what the-!?”

“What’s going on!?”, Midoriya exclaims.

The door was blocked by various and many students from other classes.

“What now…?”, I say, walking up to group.

“What’re they here for!?”, Mineta yelled looking confused.

Bakugou brushes past me. “They know about USJ, you idiots. They’re scoping out the competition.”

Mineta points at him and looks at Midoriya as he reassures him.

Bakugou walks up to the door. “Now that we got that out the way, you idiots have no business looking in here. Now, get outta my way, extras!”

“H-hey! Bakugou!”

“You can’t just call people extras because you don’t know who they are!”, Iida yells.

I walked up to the door, but paused as a bored looking, lavender haired student walked up. “I heard you guys were impressive, but you just sound like an ass. I’m sad to find that you guys aren’t nothing but egotistical maniacs.”

“Hah!?”, Bakugou sneered.

I frowned. “Now, wait just a minute-”

The guy starts rambling and I sigh, tuning out.

This is a waste of time…

“Bakugou, where are you going? It’s your fault they’re in our grill!”, I hear Kirishima exclaim.

“None of that shit matters. When you rise to the top, none of these shitheads will matter.”, Bakugou says leaving.

"That guy moves to the beat of his own drum.", I say, rubbing my temple. "I kinda like him. He doesn't take shit from no one.", Tatsuo says, smirking.

You two might just get along then cause you're both annoying.

I sighed, walking out of the school after the day.

“I never understood what all that was about. They saw who they were up against, why provoke us?”, I grumble lowly.

“They want to see who was really a challenge. Considering this is a popular school.", Tomohiro says.

“Maybe they’re scared.", Tatsuo says and I roll my eyes. "Scared of what? We haven't done much."

"They'll be seeing soon enough but for now, just worry about training.", Tomohiro warns.

I walked inside my house and paused seeing my aunt drop her remote.

“You…you’re wearing a skirt….and you look ADORABLE!!”, she gets up and squishes my cheeks.

“Told you, it’s not bad. It��s a good change.”, Tomohiro grins.

“Yeah, yeah.", I grumble, pushing her off. "I haven't seen you wear a skirt in so long," she pauses. "Who put you up to it?"

I shook my head. "Just a couple of girls from my class." She raised her eyebrows. "You told your class? I mean, it's obvious but how did they take it?"

"They were shocked…. confused?", I shrug. "They accepted it fairly quickly for some reason but there's no need to dwell on it." She nods. "Well it's good that they're looking out for you too. Make sure you make a lot of friends, yeah?"

I nod. "Okay."

She claps suddenly. "Speaking of friends, guess who's back?"

I tilted my head in confusion and walked around the stairs to get to the kitchen, where she had this mystery guest hidden.

“X-xen!? Ushio!?”

Ushio Suki and Xen Yamato, my childhood friends. We met at an Aikido tournament after I'd beaten Xen. Ushio rushed at his side in seconds so she's had a crush on him for the longest.

Ushio came up to me and hugged me. “How’ve you been? I missed you!”

He shrugged and smiled. “We saw each other at the store and thought to drop by and see how you were doing.”

I frown. Now, of all times….?

“Give them a chance. They’ve missed you.”, Tomohiro says from the island.

“It’s been a year, you guys.”, I say.

Xen scratches his cheek and chuckles nervously. “Yeah…it has.”

“Yeah, sorry. I went to America for a while. I had to deal with my grandma remember?”, she asks.

“Oh, that’s right. At least somebody bothered to tell me something.”, I say, pointedly at Xen.

An awkward silence ruled out in the air.

“I’ll leave you guys alone.”, Shura said, leaving the kitchen.

I crossed my arms. “So…”

“How’re you doing after the USJ incident…?”, he asks.

How’d he know about that….?

“How'd you know I was there…?”, I asked.

“You can’t answer my question with a question.”, he says.

Yeah, I meant to come see you but it was this redhead standing outside the nurse's office.”, she says, scratching her neck.

Kirishima...

I shook my head. “You’re in my house. Answer mine.”, I say, looking at Xen.

“I’m in 1-B.”, he says.

“I’m in the Support department.”, Ushio says.

My eyes widen. “You two are at UA….? I haven’t seen you there.”

“I could barely recognize you either until I saw your face.”, he says.

“Same.”

I sighed. “Well I’m doing fine, as you can see. I just came back.”

“Yeah, I see.”, he says, looking me up and down. Ushio smiled widely, doing the same. "This look is cute.", she says.

I sigh. “Well, if that’s all you’re here for, you can have any snack and leave. I’m gonna go wash up.”, I say.

“Damn, you’re throwing us out already?”, he joked.

“Yes, get out.”, Tatsuo orders and Tomohiro pats his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes with a smile. “I’m pretty sure you got other things to do.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”, he says going through my pantry.

“Yup, gotta get back home. I didn’t even tell my mom I was coming to visit you.”, she says.

“Don’t touch my pockies, I’ll murder you both in your sleep.”, I say, walking away.

“I believe it.”, he says, still rummaging.

“We won’t!”, Ushio exclaims.

My phone binged as soon as I walked out of my bathroom,catching my attention.

{XXX-XXX-XX23}

Hey, grl!

Uh…what…?

{Dxmonix}

Who’s this…?

{XXX-XXX-XX23}

It’s Mina! Srry, I went through your phone when you were changing (¯∇¯٥)

{Dxmonix}

No worries (ーωー)

{Alien Queen}

Gotta add you to the Bakusquad now

{Dxmonix}

The what now?

{Alien Queen}

Mweheheh

{Dxmonix}

You're creeping me out Mina.

{Alien Queen}

Don't worryyyy

Alien Queen placed you in BakuSquad!

What the hell.

{Sparky}

Hey, Sunako chan!(≧▽≦)/

{Sticky}

What’s up?(*¯∀¯)ノ

{Sharkyboi}

Hewwo(≧▽≦)/

{Dxmonix}

Hey guys(￣▽￣)ノ

Alien Queen added Lord Explosion Murder!

{Dxmonix}

Uh…..wut…?

{Lord Explosion Murder}

Tf is this?

{Dxmonix}

Uh Mina…?

{Alien Queen}

So! Now that we have everyone here, it’s time for questions

{Lord Explosion Murder}

Hell no. Take me out of this shit

{Sticky}

Lmaooo

{Dxmonix}

Relax Explosion Boy

{Lord Explosion Murder}

Fuck off

And get me out of this chat!

{Alien Queen}

Not until we talk

{Dxmonix}

We're talking tho

{Lord Explosion Murder}

I'm going to sleep.

{Dxmonix}

Felt that

{Alien Queen}

Nuuuu

{Sparky}

Awwww lame

{Sharkyboi}

I smell fail

{Lord Explosion Murder}

If you’re fuckin finished, can I leave now

{Alien Queen}

Nope!

I shook my head, lurking through the messages and saved everyone's contact before slowly falling asleep.

Within the next few days of training for the festival, things weren’t getting any better. Everyone was bustling about getting themselves pumped up and prepared or some were just completely out of it and unprepared.

Me, on the other hand, I was a little bit of both.

“All of Japan will be watching, huh…?”, I asked Uraraka.

“Don’t remind me!”, she whines.

“It can’t be too bad…”, Yaoyozoru says trembling.

“Yaomomo, you’re shaking.”, Mina pointed out.

“Is everyone ready?”, Iida pops back in the room.

We all nod and get up until Todoroki calls Midoriya out.

I looked at him in confusion.

“Now, that we’re here for this festival…I just want you to know that I’m stronger than you.”, he says.

Midoriya just meekly nods.

“You’ve got All Might waiting for you on the sidelines. I won’t ask why, but I will beat you.”, he says.

He turns to me.

“The same goes for you, Homura. I don’t know exactly what your quirk is like, but I’ll beat you too.”

The hell did I do?

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#bnha oc #bakugou katsuki #bnha #bnha todoroki #sunako homura #my oc #bnha kirishima #mha kirishima #bakugou #poc oc #my art #my hero academia #bnha recs #bnha fanfic recs #fanfics

[sumeshi-t]

✨ self-ship tag game ✨

PART 2 | IwaLee (here you go, discord)

sorry if it's corny/cheesy LMAO my brain empty i can't think of anything to make for iwa's birthday i'm such a dumbass. was also supposed to draw an nsfw-ish thing for this but ya girl is feelin’ out of it lately sjhfalhj

How we met:

okay let’s just say i’m smart enough to land myself a scholarship in socal since i’m taking physical therapy anyway

i feel like... we would meet in the library LMAO what asian nerds

maybe i’d end up bothering him with the way i’m murmuring anatomy stuff and talking to myself when studying

so he overhears me struggling to remember that one word and he’s gonna fucking answer for me like okay sorry bud i’m stupid

jk i won’t react like that i’d just be like, “yes!” and turn to look at whoever it was who answered and say thank you because i’m so immersed in my own bubble of “knowledge” and big brain

when i notice that he’s actually cute i’d be fucking red in the ears out of embarrassment when he tells me to tone my voice down lmao so i apologize for being a bother :(

actually says, “don’t mind” damnit his english do be cute. just two asian kids far from home with accents

it’s awkward, but i’d steal glances at what he’s studying. would probably get caught after a looong while, but it’s bc i’ll be blanking off, brain tired

“do you have anything you want to ask?” he’ll be dropping his pen over his notes leaning back and stretching, bending his neck, rolling his shoulders while waiting for my answer

“omg i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to stare.” then i ask what his program is just bc he could be in one of my classes and i didnt know

anyway, turns out our schedules were pretty similar, we live in the same area/dorm, so like there’s always a chance for us to meet somehow

we wouldn’t give numbers to eo on that same day; like give it about two weeks of constantly bumping into eo before that happens

watch me share my highlighters with him, exchanging notes, passing some snacks beneath the table like its weed or sumn

from lib meetings to getting lunch together to being invited to watch his games (in freshman year i’d still go because i’d be less busier)

i would definitely use the honorifics on him, from “iwaizumi-san” gradually to “iwa-kun”; he won't admit that he likes it because it's a little piece of home

would convince to practice palpation with him because his body is a perfect example–

"wh-why don't you ask someone from your class?"

"i'm not that close with—are you blushing? omg you are!"

somehow i joke around, "i won't touch your dick," then i'd laugh at his reaction.

anyway, in return for using his body as a model, i have to sit through a godzilla marathon with him

the first time he sees me breakdown from the stress he's kinda flustered at first; but he's seen similar things with oikawa so he has a faint idea what to do. damn his hugs feel so warm, so safe

i'm quicker to open up to him, once i got comfortable; and reassurance that if he needed someone to talk to i'll also be there

basically a slow burn best friends to lovers kinda thing

ngl i'd be crushing on him by the time we're entering second year maybe? but because we're friends i always throw the thought away because i don't wanna ruin what we have

but da heart wants what it wants

it would take: the teasing of his buddies back at japan after seeing him post ig pics of us together (it was me who did it, i grabbed his phone); and, my own set of friends getting annoyed at me for always being in denial—all these just for us to finally come into terms with what we feel for eo

"i have something to tell you," we'll say to eo before we enter the lib ksksksk

"oh, you go first-" "no, you-"

it's awkward but i'll be the first to confess and he's 👁👁

"you... what?" "smh don't make me say it again, iwa. does this mean we're not friends anymore?"

"yeah"

"oh..."

"because i like you too. you... wanna go out with me?"

First date x type of dates:

study dates are automatically a thing for sure; we've upgraded from lib to cafe dates

since we're like, friends before this, potential stuff for first dates are already crossed out since we've kinda done them already???

so this issue was raised and his mind said, "then let's redo everything,"

the first thing we did outside campus was go on a foodtrip. because i was craving filo food, and he was craving jap food. and then i have this kinda habit that when i get to eat something delicious, i silently squeal or hum in my seat he finds that cute

the "first date" doesn't really have to be grand because we're like... close friends with feelings. so we don't have to try hard to please each other. everything just feels natural when we're together

anyway, we try out the food we didn't have before. he still prefers sinigang over adobo. he's still kinda amazed where i put all the food after eating a bowl of ramen that's good for two

he's gonna take a pic of me in that excited face i make when the food is placed before me and make it his wallpaper (homescreen) secretly

after that, we're just walking, me telling him about something i watched or nerd talk, then he slips his hand against mine, holding it and pulling me closer that it makes me shut up–so he laughs

"that's all it takes to get you quiet, babe?"

"w-what? also... did you just call me babe? because i didn't think i'd like it,"

"i know something you'll like," he stops walking, then, with his free hand he cups my face and pulls in for a kith kith 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

i am blushing when i tell him, "that your first kiss?"

"y-yeah, why?"

"same"

we were already walking and he swoops in for a quick peck again, "then that's the second,"

he says that with a little frown on his face, cheeks also flushed and ugh soft!lee—i lean my head against his arm because i'm too short to put it above his shoulder. but anyway i tell him, "didn't think you had it in you to be this soft for me,"

"sh-shut up"

it doesn't seem romantic because ✨it doesn't have to be when we're already happy✨

While we’re dating:

he saves all the selfies i send him; whether it's the meme-ish ones or just me feelin' good about myself he's got them saved

notebooks getting interchanged kskskss it's terrible because one minute i'm reading my notes about pharma, then i flip a page and i see stuff about sports science like–???

tho what makes it cute is that he has tiny scribbles on corners in hiragana or maybe kanji and some random zigzag lines over some words–a sign that he fell asleep with a pen in his hand

i have lots of caps (that are majority of my dad's but i like them all so i brought sum) and he just... gets one from behind my door (it's the same energy as the hoodies thing)

and i 🥺 bc he actually looks good in caps like??? sir that's illegal

ok but walks in the beach at sunset

also surfer!iwa???? mhhhh yes yes living the dream honestly

ofc volleyball is involved, he's kinda pleased i can play decently. it's either the gym or vb

he would force me to go to the gym smh "you're a PT aren't you? shouldn't you be moving around too?" i'm gonna grumble but the sight of his er, toned body before during and after exercising is the best reward

actually its a win-win, he likes how my butt is outlined by my jog pants and how for him, i still look good even if i'm sweaty all over

hehe we'd end up getting horny by the time we reach the dorms–you know the rest and afterwards:

"so, you'll go to the gym more often now?"

"if it ends up like this, i wouldn't mind,"

we teach eo our mother language! but only on our spare time. omg imagine him telling me "mahal na mahal kita"??? i'm??? or when he's chatting with oikawa (especially that one time he sent a selfie of him and ushijima) he uses tagalog swear words if he just wants to mess with his best friend

vidcalls with each other's fam—i mean, for my parents they know we've been always close, and like, it will be my grandma/dad who'd ask him, "when will you court my granddaughter/daughter?"

he got so nervous, he stuttered, "i'm... i'm courting her already,"

anyway they approve of him because he is smart^TM and a good man 🥺 because they know he has ambitions in life the same way that i do have my own goals i wanna achieve

meanwhile me, i'm gonna be so nervous trying to speak to his fam, but they're all so sweet so i tell him afterwards, "so that's where you get the softies,"

anyway since this is college we're talking about, every passing year, we both become busy, especially when internships come around

but when he can, he'll fetch me from the hospital with comfort food because he knows it's been a rough day and he wants to make sure i'm taking care of myself 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 lowkey i try to do the same for him because he deserves it; but he says it's okay and that i should be preserving my energy for my studies 😭

[etlunainmorte]

Very brief mention of abuse and bullying. Read with caution. Thank you!

***

📷 Memories 📷

***

Click.

There. He heard it.

Click.

He heard it once more.

Click.

There it is again!

"V!" The demonic familiar screamed. "Watch out!"

The warning came too late when one of the full - grown parasite’s snake - like heads hit V right in his stomach, throwing him across the messy, and thankfully deserted, marketplace.

Groaning in pain, the tattooed poet did his best to get up despite his fragile form and fight once more alongside his familiars to bring the unspeakable thing down. One strong attack after another, the poet's beasts finally managed to reduce the parasite into its most vulnerable form, making it weak against one final attack, which, of course, must be dealt by him.

Throwing his cane to the weakened Demon ( click! ) and using his ability to teleport, he instantly vanished and materialized in mid air right before the enemy ( click! ), making it even more confused than before this unexpected battle began.

His eyebrows twitching in annoyance when he heard that clicking noise again, he grabbed his metal cane, raised it high above his head, and pierced the enemy's chest with it.

"The cut worm,... forgives the plow." The poet quoted and smirked, relishing the satisfying feeling of the metal cane on his hands, piercing the pulsating flesh of the unknown Demon. "What do you say?" And with one final sadistic push of the cane deep into its flesh, the enemy finally took its last breath and disintegrated into nothingness, just like what always happens to the unlucky Demons who found themselves at V's mercy.

Click!

And just like those nasty Demons, this one left a fair amount of funk in the air that assaulted V's nostrils. More than necessary, in fact. This one really left an impression.

"V." Griffon whispered as he landed on his master's waiting arm. "I found the culprit."

"Where?"

"Behind that stall!" The bird pointed with his wing.

Eyes dangerously narrowed, he took a deep breath, and threw his cane. And the moment he grabbed it, he vanished once more into thin air.

And when he materialized once to where Griffon directed him, he heard an unmistakable little yelp as the culprit, who was, indeed, the source of those annoying clicking sounds, was finally caught.

And those annoying clicking sounds that distracted him more than once during the fight? It was a camera, after all!

The chit has been taking pictures of him fighting that Demon!

Forcefully taking the camera from the culprit's trembling hands, he directed his threatening, jade gaze at her, and it seemed to work really well.

"Are you the one who summoned the parasite to this world?" His low voice laced with threat and poison, V carefully asked the little blonde female, who was positively cowering in fear before his tall frame.

"Yeah, start talkin', lil' bitch, or I'll fry ya where ya sit!" Griffon added his ear - piercing threat.

The blonde's green eyes widened. She shook her head as she tried to cover her head in fright. "Summoned? I can't do that! I swear!"

"V, SHE'S LYIN'!" Griffon squawked angrily, making her even more frightened.

And this pushed V a little off balance. She,… seemed to be saying the truth. "What is your proof?"

"I,... ah,..." The blonde stuttered. Pointing at the camera, she said, "It's my job to take photos of Demons. I swear I didn't summon it! Please, believe me!"

"Do ya honestly believe this bitch?" Griffon asked V as he watched how the poet's facial expression soften but, only a bit. He's still suspicious of this female, after all.

"No but, let's have an agreement, shall we?" He declared, his attention fully focused on her. "Tell your boss to stop sending you to life - threatening commissions. Do you have,... any idea,... that this,... stupidity,... would cost you your own life?"

The female gulped nervously, her large eyes focused on his. She did not, or cannot, answer, and this irked V even more.

"No? Then, let this be a lesson to you. Stop chasing after such,... dangerous creatures,... and I will let this pass. That is for your own sake, believe me."

Satisfied to see the female nodding in agreement, he answered, "Good." Then, looking at the camera in his hands, he added, "Then, I shall give this back to you."

"T - thank you!" The female expressed her heartfelt gratitude with a relieved smile but, when she was about to take it from V, the man let it fall to the ground, and before she could even retrieve it, the man crushed it beneath his foot.

"That settles it." V murmured as he walked away from the female, hoping to not see those startling green eyes of hers, or that annoying camera, ever again.

"Haha! Couldn't agree more." Griffon jabbed.

***

"Who did this?" The teacher questioned as he showed the whole class a single report sheet with a big red F mark written on it. And, oh, how mad he looked! Those veins popping from his forehead! That left fist clenched and ready to take down the culprit! "Who. DID THIS?"

And lo and behold, from the sea of frightened faces rose a single, tiny hand that trembled. 

Tiny and trembling, and yet bold and daring.

"It was me, sir." The little girl squeaked and stood, frightened beyond her wits but determined to the bone to face the lion before her.

"SUERMANN!" The teacher growled, making the students gasp in fear. The balding adult closed his eyes, his lips spouting silent curses, and his fists clenching to restrain his anger. He opened his eyes and took out something from his drawer - a long piece of thin, flat wood.

THE long piece of thin, flat wood.

Nodding at the little girl with the feared device on his hand, he instructed, "Come here."

It took the little girl a whole minute to process what's going on, and when she and the rest of the class heard the awful sound of their angry teacher slamming the desk with his large palm, she jolted in attention.

"I said, COME HERE, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!"

The little girl came forward as she was told, knowing all too well what would happen to her. She stopped right before the adult and looked up, feeling as if her life would end right then and there.

It did not, fortunately. But, she did end up having bruised hands later after school. And, oh God, it hurts! It hurts so, so much!

"Mary!" Her best friend called, catching up to her. "Mary, I'm so sorry! I must be the one who's punished, not you!"

Mary smiled at her best friend and shook her head. "It's okay. I can't let that man hurt you."

"Oh, Mary!" Her best friend cried as she saw the ugly bruises on Mary's hands. "I'm so weak! I shouldn't have listened to them when they told me to write on Mr. Burns' papers. But, I had to because they're gonna tell the whole school I'm adopted!"

Mary sighed and shook her head. Why are there such bad people living in this world?! And why do they keep torturing the weak?!

"Forget it, Vanessa. I'm here, and I'll protect you from those bullies!" Mary told her with a brave smile as she hid her hands behind her back.

"Thank you, Mary!" Vanessa cried as she threw herself at her best friend and gave her a big hug.

And that's how Mary Suermann came to hate Mr. Burns, his thin piece of flat wood, and those bullies who forced her best friend to vandalize on the teacher’s precious report papers.

***

"Thanks for pitchin' in, man!" The freckled woman with glasses patted V on the shoulder. Wearing a huge grin of success on her face, she added, "I knew I could count on ya."

"Where is your partner, if I may ask?" The poet questioned as he took a seat on one of the chairs inside the woman's spacious, and yet messy, trailer.

"Oh, Nero? Heh. Bet he's gettin' his ass kicked real good,..."

"Says who?" The man called Nero, himself, interrupted just in time when he opened the door and let himself in. And he clearly looked like he got his rear side kicked real good, just like what the woman said. From V’s fair perspective, Nero looked like someone who could face a horde of Demons with a smile on his face and still come out victorious. After all, his posture and his overall appearance said so.

Then, again, appearances could be deceiving. And V knew that very well. 

"Whatever." The woman answered, rolled her eyes, and lit a cigarette. "Oh. This is V. V, this is Nero, my partner."

"Hey, man." Nero greeted with a nod.

"It's a pleasure." V simply answered without too much of a fuss.

"Same." Nero nodded, and with a disgruntled expression on his face, he opened the door to let the cigarette smoke out and kicked the sofa where his partner was sitting. "Got any leads?"

"Hmm, aside from the single fact that these Demons just keep poppin' outta thin air, nothin'!"

"Nothing? Not anything?"

"I told ya!" The woman answered. Facing the poet, she then said, "How about you, V? Any leads?"

"That Demon," V answered. " ... it's a parasite called Nidhogg. I believe it latches on Qliphoth roots to sustain itself."

"Qliphoth?" The woman and Nero spoke almost simultaneously.

"It's a demonic tree that thrives on human blood." V explained. "And I found it,... quite baffling to encounter such a creature when there are no,... Qliphoth roots around."

"Great. Now, I'm even more confused." Nero muttered as he waved the cigarette smoke off his nose. "And it already smells like ass in here."

"That's you!" The woman retorted. Looking outside through the window, she spoke in a lower voice, "Ah, she's late."

Nero's eyebrows shot upwards in attention as he moved a bit away from the door.

And the person who entered the trailer made V's own eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

"I'm sorry, Nico, there's - "

The blonde stopped talking abruptly when she saw the mysterious man who crushed her camera sitting on the chair across her boss!

What is he doing here?!

Unless - !

"What is it?" The woman named Nico, who was unaware of what happened between the blonde and her friend V, asked as she looked up at her, a bit excited to know what news she brought for all of them. "Oh! Oh! Before I forget," Nodding at V, she said, "This is V, my good friend from Red Grave City. He's that other one I called to help with our investigation. Ya know! The one I told ya about last night!" And with a proud smile on her face, she stood up and roughly brought her hand down on the little blonde's shoulder, a thing she enjoyed doing just because she's small compared to her. "V, this is Mary, my assistant. And friend."

"Guys, I'll just call Kyrie." Nero spoke as he took his cellphone from his pocket and made his way out of the trailer. And nobody even noticed him.

"So! Got any leads for us, girl?" Nico asked, waiting for Mary to speak.

"I,... ah,... " Her nerves betraying her and getting the better of her, she took out the broken camera from her large We Bare Bears handbag and handed it to Nico. "I'm,... sorry,... about that."

"GIRL, WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS?!" Nico, whose eyes got as wide as saucers, freaked out as she held the broken thing on her hands.

"Well, I'm - " Mary began, seeing the look of utter horror on V's face at the corner of her eye. He just,... didn't expect things to turn out like this.

Who knew that chit worked for Nico?!

"WELL?" Nico screamed hysterically.

Oh, dear, V thought helplessly, deciding whether to, at least, save the girl from being fired, or not.

Then, something happened that he never expected.

Mary,... the little blonde chit,... smiled.

She smiled!

"I'm a klutz, right?" Mary squeaked with a nervous little laugh.

"This thing is OLD! You should've fixed your clumsiness a long time ago!" Nico scolded the blonde.

And to this, Mary just scratched the back of her head. "I'm sorry. I really do. But, hey! I can show you what that Demon - thing looks like - "

Nico growled, cutting her off and making her way to the back of the trailer to fix her grandmother's camera.

V's eyes widened in disbelief.

Why,... he thought as his eyes focused on the girl, who looked more relieved than worried. Would she cover for me like that?!

***

📷📷📷

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#vitale sparda #devil may cry 5 #memories #v x oc #v x mary #chapter i #griffon #nico #nero

[inocent-as-a-rose]

That girl who knows more about your car than you || D.S.

Warning: cursing

Summary: inspired by the trust fund baby music video

Daniel p.o.v

Without caring about my homework I grab my backpack from the kitchen table and run to my car, I am already late so I'd better rush. My alarm didn't go of so I overslept and I still have my toothbrush in my mouth. I have about 3 missed calls from Jonah who I needed to pick up on my way to school.

I quickly start my car and drive towards Jonah. While driving I brush my teeth and turn up the radio. After i'm done brushing my teeth I call Jonah "Daniel, bro, where are you, I've called you like 20 times?" He yells. "Chill, bro, I overslept, everything's fine I'm almost here!" Before he can yell anything I end the call.

I pull over to where Jonah is waiting for me and he throws his bag in the trunk. He quickly gives me a handshake and hops in the seat next to mine.

I drive to school, fast, but never tóó fast. When suddenly we drive over a bump. "Shit" I sigh. "What happend?" Jonah asks. "We have a puncture"

(Y/n) p.o.v

My sister Ally and I walk down the stairs of the little path wich ends in the nearest big road. We quickly hug and she walks away towards her friends car. "Stay safe" I yell after her. "Fuck you" she yells back as she salutes me with her middle finger.

I sit down on the steps of the stairs with my phone in my hand calling my friends who were going to pick me up 10 minutes ago.

"Ay, where are you?" I ask my friend Jamie "Oh, (y/n), we're skipping school today, I'm sorry, we forgot to tell you, you coming?" I sigh "sure, where you at?" "At the moment? The skatepark" "great, who else is there?"

I suddenly jump up because i nearly get hit by a car that slips of the road. "I gotta go, see you in 10" I yell to Jamie and I end the call.

Two guys get out of the car and one immediately runs over to me. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He practically yells. "Yes, I'm alive, thank you" I laugh "oh, okay" he smiles.

Damn, that smile, he's really cute.

"Yo, loverboy, come here and help me fix your piece of crap car" the other guy yells and I laugh.

He blushes and quickly runs back and helps his friend look at his car. The tire is definitely leak. I look at them trying to fix the car but they seem a little lost.

Fortunately for them my father has a garage and I know how to fix their tire.

I walk over to the boys and get on my knees next to the tire that had to be replaced.

"Do you have a spare tire?" "What" the cute boy asks "do you have a spare tire?" I ask again. "Oh", he says blushing,"yeah sure" he walks over to the trunk and starts looking for a tire.

The other guy comes over to me and gives me and he hands me the jack and I start raising it so it supports the car.

The boy looks at me like I'm ghost and asks:"Do you need help?" Unless you actually know what your doing, no" I laugh "oh, okay" he says and backs of a little

"Uhh, you, cute guy with the blue eyes" I ask hoping he will know i'm talking about him "me?" The guy asks while rolling the tire towards me

"Yes, what's your name?" I ask laughing "Daniel" he smirks "(y/n)" I answer, "do you have a wrench?" "Uh, I guess we do?"

"aren't they in the trunk with the tire usually?" The other guy asks "yes, it should be" i laugh looking at the guy

"I'm Jonah" he says as I smile "found it" we suddenly hear Daniel yell with his head still in the trunk.

He walks over to me and hands me the wrench. "Thaaank you" I say while I start removing the nuts (yes they're called nuts, I googled it)

I pull of the old tire and hand it to Jonah "it's not mine, it's yours, do whatever you want to do with it, just please don't randomly throw it somewhere" I say to get rid of the thing

"Daniel?" "Yes?" "Can you help to put on the new tire?" I ask him "Sure" he says as he sits next to me on the ground

We replace the old tire with a new one and start putting the nuts back on. "So you just put them in these thingys and then you twist them to the left, no, right, no just, your side" I try to explain but we both start laughing

"Jep, I'm done" Daniel says and he turns so he can look at me. I start twisting the last nut into his place

"Thank you, for helping us, I mean, we'd probably still sit here with that old tire if it wasn't for you" "oh, no problemo, i'm used to it, my father has a garage" I giggle "no, really, do you, maybe, need a ride somewhere, I mean, it's the least we can do?" He asks

"Well, yes, actually, my friends just bailed on me so could you drive me to school?"

"Uh, yeah, sure"

Daniel p.o.v

"Jonah, you're gonna sit in the backseat of my car and you're not gonna say a word while we drive and you're gonna do that with much pleasure, because i somehow got this girl a ride to school" i whisper yell as I walk over to Jonah

"Oehh, Daniel, how did you fix a girl to get a ride with you?" Jonah laughs. I look at him with a face that's both mad and annoyed "ow, chill, bro, I'm just messing with you" he defends himself

"Daniel?" We hear (y/n) yell

"Go get it bro!" Jonah yells and I smirk as I walk of to (y/n).

(Y/n) p.o.v

I start lowering the car again as Daniel walks over to Jonah. I pull the jack from under the car and I stand up "Daniel?!" I yell and I see him walking towards me.

"Here's the jack" I say as I hand it over to him, "great, go get in he car" he smirks

I take my backpack wich I somehow dropped to the ground when we started removing the old tire and I go sit in the passenger seat.

Jonah was already sitting in the backseat when Daniel sat down and started the car.

We sit in the car in silence at first. I look outside the window and hum slightly to the music that's playing. I can hear Jonah singing to the song and Daniel just smiles whenever I look at him.

We quickly pull over when we're at the school and we get out of the car. "We can't thank you enough (y/n), but we need to go now" Jonah says while he takes his bag out of the trunk.

Daniel looks a bit disappointed but says "I guess i'll see you around then?" "Yeah" I say sadly "Jonah pushes Daniel's shoulder "common bro" Daniel looks around at me and then walks down the hall.

I look at him and Jonah for the last time and I then quickly run up the stairs.

The whole day went by slowly, i kept on unconsciously searching for Daniels face in the crowds. I've seen him walk around with Jonah and some other guys a couple of times.

I suddenly remember I didn't tell Jamie I did go to school today so I decided to call her.

"YO, (Y/N) , WHERE TO FUCK ARE YOU??" She yells "Chill, jamie, I'm in school"

"What, why" she asks "Some cute guy needed help with his car and he offered me a ride" I say really glad she can't see me blush.

"Wauw, way to go (y/n)" she smirks "anyway, I'll see you in 10" I tell her "see ya!"

I remeber that I don't have a car and I start walking, fortunately the skate park isn't that far.

After about a 10 minute walk I see Jamie and my other friend Allissa sitting on the edge of one of the ramps. Allissa is taking pictures of Jamie on her skateboard.

I climb up the ramp and sit next to Allissa "Hey, Allissa, how do you get here so fast, school ended like 20 minutes ago and I walked?" "The bus?" "Wait really, I tought he didn't drive today?" "He did" I sigh thinking I walked for nothing.

"Sooo," Jamie says,"tell us about the cute guy" I blush and say "well, I was waiting for you, but you didn't come and his car had a flat tire, and I helped him and his friend to replace the tire"

"oehh, what did he look like" Allissa asks "Well, he was cute, he had brown hair, and gorgeous blue eyes, and, he's sitting right there?" I say, but it sounds more like a question

"Where" they scream in unison so loud it makes Daniel look over to us. At first he didn't see me, but then he saw me and smiled. I smiled back and waited for him to stop looking.

"There" I whisper and I subtly point to him. "He really is cute" Jamie says surprised "why so surprised?" I ask "(y/n), sweetie, no offence, but your taste sucks"

"Obvioisly," I laugh, "because you're, looking at the wrong guy" "then who are you talking about?" She asks me while laughing "I'm talking about the guy with the hamburger" I'm still laughing "ow, then I'm also looking at the wrong guy" Allissa says.

At this point the tree of us have the giggles and turns out they were both looking at Jonah.

"Adios muchachos" Jamie laughs as she takes her skateboard and starts doing some tricks.

"What's up with her?" I ask "I've never seen her skate so good" "there's a cute guy she wants to impress" Allissa smirks

"Ahh" I smirk as well

After half an hour Allissa left to take care of her pictures and Jamie was talking to the skate guy with the curls so I just sat there looking at the people.

Suddenly I felt a body sitting next to me

"Hey" the person says. I look up to meet Daniel. "How, you were just there, and now your here?" I ask "magic" he smirks.

"My friends kinda pushed me to come here 'cause, I kinda wanted to ask your number but, we were already late and..."

"It's okay" I smile, "give me your phone" I pick out my own phone as well and type my number in his contacts. I putt name as "that kid who knows more about your car than you😘" and hand his phone back to him.

"Yo Dani, you coming bro?" I hear one of the guys yell. "Yeah, I'm coming!" Daniel yells back. "Just, text me when you get home" I smile

"Okay, bye (Y/N/N)" he smirks

"Bye Dani" I smirk back.

Part 2?

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[lastarabesque]

Best Friend Surprise (1/4)

Morning. Excruciating morning.

Nothing could ever compare to the pain that you are feeling right now. It pierces through your entire womanhood and lacerates the muscles in your body. Like a sharp edged knife, it tears every single tissue inside you.

You are all prepped for school but you are still rolling around your bed in your uniform. If only the pain would stop in an instant. You pick up your phone, left with no choice, as you dial a number.

"Seungcheol."

"What? I'm eating." He nearly ended the call when your voice echoed in his ear.

"Ya!" You raise your voice at him. At the very least, he should listen to what you are about to say.

"What's your problem?" He returned your exasperation before finally recalling the reasons why you get real irritated. Either you fought with your boyfriend or no way— "Red day?"

"How do you know me so well? I love you." Now when you're sweet talking like this, he knows you need something.

"You should atleast say that with sincerity." His voice is low when he responded.

"What?"

"I said why don't you ask your lovely boyfriend to buy those pads? It's embarrassing for me."

"If you're embarrassed then what more will he be? And, I'm not asking for pads. I only need a pain reliever so buy one along your way."

"Whatever. Hang up, I'm eating."

"Would you eat faster? I don't want to run late aga—" He ended the call because if not, you'll begin with your nonstop talking again. "That punk."

Seungcheol finished his food at once to get to you quick despite being grumpy about it. He may not show it but he cares for you a lot in his own ways not just as a bestfriend, but mostly like an older brother. He looks after you all the time and you're more than grateful.

"Good morning." The pharmacist greets him. He smiled back.

"Do you have any medicine for stomachache? Wait, technically not the stomach but the part where it hurts when ladies get their, um, well, period." Seungcheol looks like he's having a fight with himself. The pharmacist understood him anyway, she chuckled shortly before nodding.

"Dysmenorrhea, you mean. Here." The day just started, he hasn't even settled a foot at school but he already had his allowance deducted because of you. He doesn't really care much about it though. "For your mom or for your sister?"

"Not for them."

"So for your girlfriend? I knew it." She carefully handed him the small plastic bag.

"Yeah, girl friend."

"I suggest you also buy this.", pertaining to the chocolate bar displayed at the counter. "Chocolates release happy hormones. It can help remove her grumpiness."

"Give me two then. I think I need it more." He just knows that this is gonna be a stressful day for him.

He marched to your house, which is not really that far from his, just about two blocks away from the pharmacy right across their street. He didn't know that he'll need the chocolate as soon as he arrives at your residence because your boyfriend is waiting right in front of your gate.

"Dude." He nods at Seungcheol.

"Hey." Seungcheol awkwardly greeted back. He's not really close with your guy and they're uncomfortable together but he tries to put up with him for you. "Why don't you get in instead of waiting here?"

"Uh, actually I didn't tell her that I'm coming to pick her up today."

"Why?"

"Element of surprise?" He's definitely putting himself in danger. Surprise is the last thing you want anyone to do for you. You hate everything that is unplanned and Seungcheol knows better than your boyfriend.

"Surprise? Oh," Seungcheol ran out of words. Just thinking of how you would react to this is enough to make him speechless. "I'll get her."

Seungcheol opened your complicatedly designed gate easily as if he lives there, clearly shows how often he's been to your house. As he opened the door, your mom just knew it was him.

"Have you eaten breakfast?" She called out from the kitchen. He went to greet her first.

"Yes, mom. And guess what?" He rested his elbows at the mini bar while watching your mom prepare your lunch. "Her guy is waiting outside."

"Then let him in."

"He won't get in. He said it's a surprise." He has his voice real low as if sharing a very crucial information.

"Oh my god." Your mom remains calm. "He's trying to get himself killed."

"Well." Seungcheol shrugs. "I'll inform her before this gets worse."

"That's best. Go then, I'll pack lunch for you."

Sometimes when he's really clingy to your mom you think like she seems to like him more than you, her own daughter. It's fine though. Anyway, Seungcheol is like a brother already.

***

"Thank you." Seungcheol hugged your mom from behind before getting you.

"Are you serious?" You panic as soon as Seungcheol told you the unwanted information. Good thing you already ate the pill you asked him to buy.

"Why would I even joke about it?" He retorted as he opens a pack of chocolate. "But I bought this to calm you down. Here." He shove a piece in your mouth, you almost choke if the thought of the surprise doesn't dominate your mind.

Super annoying.

Surprises are not really a big deal but you just entirely hate the thought of having to react to it. It burdens you and pressures you a lot. Having things planned and laid accordingly is better than taking anything out of the blue. It's not a good attitude and you are trying to work on it but you can't be ready for it as soon as today. Especially because you have your period.

"I'm not supposed to tell you about it so act surprised, okay?" You glared at him shortly.

"Ugh, I hate this!"

"Aigoo," He clicked his tongue. "This is why you shouldn't date guys you don't know well and guys who don't know you well."

"You're the only guy who knows me too well, Cheol. Don't even suggest." You slung your bag and flew out of the room, almost banging your door. Your mom heard the heavy footsteps as you come to the kitchen to get your food.

"Calm down, honey."

"You didn't have to bother, mom. I can just eat cafeteria food but thanks." You kiss her cheek goodbye as she sends signals to Seungcheol. Seungcheol gave her a thumbs up before following you out of the door.

Just as said, your boyfriend is waiting outside when you walked out. You tried to act surprised despite the fact that you already knew about it and hated it before it happened. Seungcheol wants to laugh on your face for your awkward reaction but he couldn't do so after seeing your boyfriend buying the act. He can only shake his head.

Now, next to all this is Seungcheol's unbearable thirdwheeling. It's somewhat a usual thing now but he still can't get used to being silent whenever your guy is around. There's no other option but to zip his mouth and listen to your sweet talks and nonstop giggling. He gave out a heavy sigh for the nth time as you walk. He actually spent the weekend in his hometown and there are events that happened which he wants to tell you. He has stories about the breathtaking sceneries he saw, the great food he ate, the warm people he met and the unforgettable experiences he had but he can't cut through the conversation to even say a word. He just silently trailed behind the two of you as you go on with the lovey dovey moments, breathing a sigh once more.

It hasn't been a month yet since you started dating the guy but Seungcheol still remembers the day you told him about it, freshly, as if it was just yesterday.

"Then do so." He forced himself to say. "Just don't come crying."

"O-okay..." You are surprised of how cool and uninterested he was. "I'll try."

It may be the idea of having your first boyfriend or the thrill and flutter which got you there but whatever it is, Seungcheol just dislikes the thought of you having a boyfriend.

Simply because it was not him.

He saw him intertwined his fingers with yours, it killed him inside. He wants to beat him up for touching you, for even laying a finger on you but he's not in the place to do that. He doesn't have any right too. You glance at him from your shoulder as he press a faint smile. He has to be ready for all of this. Especially because not just a simple skinship may happen next.

He knows that he can do better and he's more fit for the role but he still let you do what you want because he doesn't want to tell you yet. Neither of you is ready for it plus he thought you'll get over that guy after a while and break up but seeing your smile as you walk together scared him. Because what if you eventually fall deeper and never leave the moment?

***

"What?"

"Cheol," You kick his chair right across yours but he didn't look back. There's no teacher around but he's acting so serious over a book with his chin on his knuckles.

"Um,.. I just forgot to thank you yesterday. Thank you." Not that it's a very urgent matter but it has been your habit to always make sure he knows that he is appreciated. Well, partly is because you want to initiate a conversation. He's just acting indifferent these past few days, honestly not just recently but way before. You can't exactly recall but it started around the time you had a boyfriend. He just suddenly became so distant and difficult like he purposely doesn't want let you in.

"Whatever. Next time ask your lovely boyfriend to do that for you." His voice is so soft it's almost inaudible. His seatmate then stood up to leave his seat and the room so you took the chance to sit next to him. Only to find him sleeping.

"Wow, I really thought you're reading this stupid book." You pull his head to rest on your shoulder because he's struggling in his position. "Did you stay up late for computer games again? Why are you this sleepy?"

You stare at him from your shoulder, scanning his features for good seconds and realizing again that damn, your bestfriend got really beautiful eyes. You always envied him for it. Those pair of orbs that you always look into whenever you converse with him. You can willingly get lost in it and he doesn't even know.

"I'm having a girlfriend soon." He suddenly cut your thoughts with his announcement. His voice is weak and his eyes remains shut.

"You're what?" Oh, how you hate surprises.

"I said I think I'm having a girlfriend soon."

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[punkscowardschampions]

Nancy & Rio

Nancy: Hey Nancy: I know you're trying to get away from it all but I can't ask your brother about this and I saw your snaps which literally prove you're the right person to ask Rio: Oof, desperately trying to think if I drunk snapped anything really incriminating now Rio: but no, go on, what's up? Nancy: oh my god no! I'm being the desperate one, okay 🙈🙈🙈 Nancy: idk maybe boys are like REALLY DIFFERENT 🙄🙄🙄 ugh Nancy: Kill me now, right? Rio: Ooh Rio: you've got my attention Rio: spill Nancy: It's not your attention I wanna get though, no offense Rio: 💔😭 Rio: but who Rio: who?! Nancy: oh babe, you know I love you Nancy: but I can't tell you Nancy: That'd be even more embarrassing when I mess it up 🙊🙊 Rio: UGH fine, I'll just have to guess 😘 Rio: So, you want tips Nancy: Yeah Nancy: If only Buster wasn't such a prick, I could ask him but like Rio: Honey no Rio: don't be a freaky twin Nancy: Gross Nancy: He's probably slept with half of New England by now though, is my point Nancy: Girls like him Rio: He's good looking, don't think it's much more than that, babe Rio: well, and he knows it Nancy: Well some of us are clearly ugly and not that bitch Nancy: It's the 🥕 curse Rio: PLEASE Rio: don't let your mum hear that, first of all Rio: and it's a blatant lie so shut up Nancy: PLEASE, you've seen her, past present and future Rio: You look just like her, don't play Nancy: No, I don't!😳 and we're getting off topic Rio: I need more info to be ON topic Rio: where did you meet, where do you meet, what's she like Nancy: School and unavailable is what she's like Nancy: That's why I need your help Rio: Unavailable like she's straight? Nancy: Like she's with someone right now Rio: 😱 Nancy: I know, okay Nancy: don't Rio: Well okay, realistically it's a high school relationship Rio: you won't have to wait that long Nancy: I wish, they're really serious but it's so wrong Rio: most are but if you're gonna try and preach that you're gonna get smacked down, babe Rio: gotta let people make their own mistakes, even if repeatedly Nancy: So just wait? That's your advice Nancy: Alright Rio: You don't wanna get in the middle of a relationship Rio: especially a shit one, trust Rio: so, how do you know she's into you too then Nancy: idk she just goes out of her way to talk to me and be around Nancy: but it's HOW we talk, you know? and look at each other and just Rio: Oh, you've got it BAD Rio: just keep talking and looking, can't hurt Rio: but I wouldn't do anything yet Rio: by the sounds of Nancy: I've never liked someone this much before, it's so annoying Rio: I know, baby Nancy: I guess I can always leave school, it's worked out for you Nancy: I'll just never tell my parents the actual reason, obviously Rio: Yeah, good 🍀 with that Rio: actually find you floating down the Liffey Nancy: Sorry I didn't meet the love of my life when I was a child, like 🙄 Rio: Just that efficient 💅 Rio: no pressure, Nance 😂 Nancy: Ugh Rio: Least your brother doesn't have that on you Rio: every ☁ Nancy: Thank god he's incapable of love Rio: Ooh, harsh Nancy: But true, so also I'm grateful we live in a technological age so there's not crying girls calling the house every few minutes Rio: Your lesbian sensibilities will not allow Nancy: Exactly Rio: 💕 such a sweetie Rio: how could she resist Nancy: Shh Nancy: I'm trying to resist and wait like you told me too Rio: Oi, don't blame me Rio: you're your own woman Nancy: But you know about stuff like this Rio: Oh yeah Rio: my love life is beyond aspirational 😏 Nancy: Like I said, I saw your holiday romance, babe Nancy: I don't feel that bad for you Rio: oh babe, that ain't romance Nancy: I don't need those kind of details thank you Nancy: We'll just call it that Rio: You ain't getting 'em Rio: lady who doth protest too much Rio: if you were, they'd be on the snap Nancy: Gross Nancy: You can 100% keep your hetero exploits away from my line of sight, that's fine Rio: I know you're obsessed with me, you'll overlook the D Nancy: You wish, babe Nancy: I have a new obsession, as discussed Rio: oh no Rio: I'll have to be consoled 😉 Nancy: I'm sure your mystery man will be thrilled Rio: Maybe I'll let ya know Nancy: I appreciate you trying to make me gayer to win this girl's heart but no need Rio: Need to make her gayer Rio: that's the 🍵 Nancy: You don't know that she's not even gayer than I am, excuse you! Rio: I do Rio: I asked if she was straight and instead of yay or nay it was in a relationship Rio: I'm not an idiot, honey Nancy: I'm not gonna label her when idk! Rio: Okay okay Nancy: If she likes me, she likes me Nancy: It doesn't matter if I'm the first girl she's been into or not Rio: Of course Nancy: Who am I trying to convince, me or you? Nancy: Or her Nancy: 💔 Rio: Oh babe Nancy: Outgaying myself with this level of pining though so 🥇🙄 Rio: Can't be beaten, doll 💖 Nancy: Anyway, go get a drink or a tan or something Rio: Coming from the palest bitch? Rio: I know I need to now 😱 Rio: catch me running Rio: 😘 proper talk when I'm back Nancy: 😂 You know that's not how I meant it Nancy: Just that you probably don't wanna look like you spent EVERY second in a hotel room Nancy: Unless you do Rio: 'scuse you Rio: I'm seeing the sights, getting cultured 😂 Nancy: UM OKAY sure Nancy: American's don't have culture, first of all Nancy: But yeah you're clearly enjoying the sights, thanks for rubbing that in 😏 Rio: So true Rio: Imma go get this sun tan lotion rubbed in Rio: peace mama Nancy: Thanks for leaving me with that mental image Nancy: I love you so much Rio: 🧡🧡🧡 Rio: love ya

[punkscowardschampions]

Buster & Rio

Buster: Back in the 24 yet? Rio: Not quite Rio: Working out if there's a way to get the fundz without getting the 'rents in on the drama Buster: I'll spot you flight money Buster: My boy'll be gutted like, making me ask 'cause he's ready for round 2 Rio: Not for free you won't Rio: What you after? Rio: Ick, no thanks, break the news gently for me? or not Buster: Course Buster: I like the idea of you owing me one, that's all Rio: Ha, well I don't! Buster: Suit yourself Buster: Make your own way home then Rio: That's the plan Rio: Might hang about, just to annoy you, like Buster: You ain't that special, babe Rio: Yeah right Rio: Don't need to tell me, remember Buster: Yeah you got told good and proper last night, like Buster: Unlucky Rio: Yeah that makes sense Rio: don't wanna share me 'cos he ain't bothered, ok Buster: It does when you're only got the one brain cell Buster: Pick better if you want coherent shade thrown at you Rio: Says you Rio: you're out here not picking at all, what do you know? Buster: Plenty Buster: More than you if last night's anything to go by as well Rio: You never seen a domestic? Rio: Not the end of the world, or mine, trust Buster: Says you Buster: Have fun being stranded in my ends Buster: He did you a favor there Rio: Its Chelsea not Chi town Rio: so dramatic Rio: maybe I will Buster: You love it Buster: Up on your socials cause there's no crying in the club Rio: No tears left to cry Rio: Only his Rio: I'm not arsed, McKenna Rio: past his sell by date Buster: Onto the next. I hear you Buster: You could've done better than James but like you said, not arsed Buster: Not a night to be picky like Rio: You've got no room to chat there Rio: but exactly, not like I'm planning on bae-ing him up Rio: Needs must, right? Buster: Yeah Buster: Buy your own bling, his taste is shit Rio: Sly dig? Buster: No, like he literally had his last girl dripping in fakes Rio: Even if it was designer that would be gross Buster: needs must Rio: No, if you can't afford it yourself, you shouldn't be rocking it Rio: Sad Buster: Don't need to tell me Buster: He's a sad case. His ex too Rio: Back at ya Rio: I've got eyes Rio: More depression than the 30s round here Buster: Just think, if you took my money you'd be miles away Rio: I don't like owing people Rio: Especially not you Buster: More fool you Buster: I'll leave you to the delights of this postcode then, shall I? Rio: Not going to even offer a tour, rude Buster: You ain't no tourist Rio: Yeah well, I'm bored Rio: oh my god Rio: did you give him my number?! Buster: Do you think I'm a fucking amateur Buster: Course not Buster: You might not wanna be in my debt but he'll be begging before day's end Rio: Surely I didn't, eurgh Rio: Either that or he's a hacker on the low Rio: Brilliant, why are all your friends so letchy Buster: Beats me Buster: Hang on, I'll have a word Rio: Well that will look suspect Buster: I've had to warn him Nance before now, not gonna bat an eyelid about me doing it for my cousin like Buster: Sorted Buster: You're welcome, babe Rio: Not a master of reading cues then Rio: That doesn't count as a favour Rio: trying to make it 2-0, I see you Rio: but thanks Buster: Fuck off that one's free Buster: No means no Rio: Encouraging to know you've got that bit down pat Buster: Nice to know you thought I didn't Rio: You're surprised? Rio: You know the vibes you put out Buster: I ain't never got with a girl who was any less than enthusiastic Rio: Only got your word on that Buster: Fuck you Buster: That's all you should need on that Buster: I dunno what kind of lads you hang with but that ain't me Rio: Don't be so touchy Rio: That's what bragging sounds like Rio: compensating for something Buster: Whatever Rio: Ugh Rio: Sensitive this morning Buster: You know where the door is, babe Rio: Barred 'til I got the funds Rio: but I'm going to get breakfast Buster: Splashing cash you ain't got? Buster: Nice one Rio: I got enough for a sandwich calm down Rio: at least my moneys my own Buster: Here we fucking go Buster: Wondered how long it'd take you Rio: Its true Rio: I work Buster: And I study. So what? Rio: So what, you're trying to buy me off with your rents money Rio: Get a clue Buster: I'm offering to help you with money we can afford to let you have Buster: Christ Rio: Ain't yours to offer Rio: or claim like you earnt it Buster: You want me to wake my mum and dad so they can do it? Buster: Fucking hell Rio: Exactly why I'm not taking it Buster: Forget I fucking said it Buster: Jesus Rio: You get really arsey when you get called out Rio: too used to your trust fund friends Buster: I get really pissed off when I try and help someone out and they throw it back in my face for no reason Buster: Like I said, forget it Rio: 'Cos you're used to buying everyone off Rio: Lame Rio: and I didn't ask for your help Buster: You don't have to. You're family Buster: But fuck you then Rio: Sell it how you like Buster: Chat what you like Rio: I will thanks Buster: Go for your life Buster: I got nothing to add Buster: You know where I am if you change your mind Rio: don't tell your parents, alright Rio: and you ain't seen me if mine ask Buster: I'm not a snitch Rio: not meant to be here, deffo not with him Rio: one problem solved, you're welcome, guy Buster: Like I said, they're not hearing it from me Rio: Cheers Buster: See you whenever then Rio: You said your parents aren't up? Buster: Not yet Buster: They didn't get back until after me last night Rio: Dirty stopouts Rio: I need a shower Rio: distract 'em if they get up? Buster: What's in it for me? Rio: I don't know Rio: What do you want? Buster: Not to have to talk to my parents Buster: You're gonna have to make it worth my while somehow Rio: Fine Rio: Work out the fine print later Rio: deal? Buster: Yeah Rio: I'm good for my word ask anybody but I ain't going back to whatshisface or hitting someone else up just to get clean like Buster: Come on then Rio: I am Rio: Gotta google maps this shit, I dunno where I am Buster: I take it back, you are a tourist Rio: Oh, like I've been here so much Rio: if you recall, had to make a quick getaway this morning Rio: I got you, 10 minutes or so Buster: Ready when you are Buster: Rents still sleeping sound Rio: That'll be my 🍀 Buster: Jinx yourself if you like Rio: Since when have you been Mr Caution? Buster: Since I'm putting myself out for you Buster: With no reward yet Rio: I'm thinking and walking, God Rio: and they're not THAT bad Buster: Says you Buster: What do you know about it? Rio: Its not like I haven't met them, Buster Buster: And? Buster: You said yourself you never come here Rio: Alright, why are they so bad then? Buster: Why do you wanna get into it? Buster: Not had enough drama like Rio: I don't know Rio: Seemed like you wanted to talk about it Buster: Well I don't Buster: Don't wanna chat to you as standard I'm not trying to get personal with it Rio: Whatever Rio: There's your favour sorted then Buster: Bullshit Buster: You're not getting off that easy Rio: Worth a shot Rio: You could be more helpful, this is worse than a secret santa Buster: Yeah I could Rio: Prick Rio: Don't blame me when you get something you don't want then Buster: I'm basically counting on it, no worries Rio: Masochist Rio: Why would you not want something worth it Buster: I'm waiting to see what you think I'll think is worth it Buster: It'll be hilarious Rio: Ugh Rio: now I'm not even going to try Buster: Thought you didn't have to try? Rio: That's different Buster: Course Buster: Not a cop out at all Rio: Well, you're not inspiring my generosity here Rio: have to wait and see Buster: Face it, Cavante, you don't know everything Rio: You think you're that unpredictable? Buster: Clearly 'cause you're that stumped Rio: Nu-uh! Rio: Gotta give me time to source it Rio: not throwing cash at you like someone would Buster: If you're thinking drugs don't bother Buster: I can get my own Rio: I'm not Rio: Degenerate Buster: Middle-aged mum Rio: Fuck off Buster: You're coming to me, I ain't coming to you Rio: For your shower Rio: not for you Buster: Still need my help though Rio: Nah, I can soap myself up Rio: Don't try and lord it over me now, we got a deal Buster: Don't have to try Rio: No you're not allowed Rio: check the fine print Buster: I ain't signed nothing, babe Rio: Oral contract Buster: Says you Rio: Fine then I'm free too Rio: Can't have it both ways, boy Buster: Whatever Buster: Bored now Rio: Can't blame me Rio: no round 2 for you this morning? Buster: I wouldn't be talking to you if I had anything better to do Rio: Doesn't really answer the question Rio: not with your taste Buster: You're one to talk Rio: What, he was hot Rio: you wanna talk middle aged mums forreal Buster: James ain't Rio: No but he doesn't count Rio: I had to Buster: You can't say shit to me then Rio: You trying to say you have to sleep with generic vanilla bitches? Buster: Unless you're offering to find me a girl who ain't Rio: Big ask Rio: See what I can do Buster: That gonna be your favor like? Buster: Good luck Rio: Tried dating outside of the W/SW postcodes? Rio: Or a black girl Rio: just not white Rio: Expand your horizons Buster: How many times are you gonna make me try in one convo? Rio: You gotta if you want to fuck someone half way decent Rio: not going to fling themselves at your feet like the basics, duh Buster: Never said I wanted to, that was all you getting invested Rio: Have fun with mediocre and less than then? Rio: Strange boy Buster: Cheers Rio: What's the matter? Rio: Scared you won't get nowhere when its not fish in a barrel? Rio: Interesting Buster: Not looking to put effort in where I don't need to Rio: You may as well stay at home with your hand if that's true Rio: what's less effort than that? Buster: Girls throwing themselves at me Buster: Doing all the work Rio: Clearly not all of it Rio: You wouldn't be so fucking moody if they were Buster: Moody? You're hilarious Rio: What else would you call it? You're not fucking prince charming, you know Buster: Why should I give you my best? Buster: I've told you before you ain't that special Buster: Take it in Rio: What about your sister, hmm Rio: WHO are you giving your best to? Rio: Not the basic bitches, clearly Rio: Think on Buster: What do you care? Buster: Nothing to do with you like Rio: I care about Nance, like Rio: Its family, like you said, don't need reason more than that Buster: How we are is between me and her Buster: She can come crying to you all she wants, don't make it about you Rio: I'm not making it about me, dipshit Buster: Stop trying to get in the middle then Rio: Sort it out then Rio: If you were doing a better job I wouldn't need to Buster: You're the only one who wants it sorted Buster: Me and Nance know where we stand Rio: Latter might be right but the former isn't Rio: She's not going to tell you herself 'cos you'll just be a twat about it Rio: but she does want things to be different, I know Buster: No, she wants me to be different Buster: Ain't happening Rio: You're planning to stay an annoying 17 year old forever, yeah? Rio: Cool Rio: She knows who you are, Buster, that's a cop-out Buster: She wants me to go back to being the kid I was Buster: No can do Rio: Alright Rio: You'll work it out Rio: I'm here Rio: Let me in Buster: On it Buster: Finally Rio: Not my fault you kept yabbering Rio: I only went wrong once Buster: It's your own fault you never shut up Buster: Be quiet now at least, yeah? Rio: Pot kettle Rio: Not gonna sing in the shower whilst sneaking am I Rio: Whaddya take me for Buster: I don't need to answer that Buster: You already know Rio: Fair, I don't need to be insulted further Buster: You don't wanna Buster: It might do you good Rio: If that'll cheer you up, feel free to go for it whilst I shower Rio: BRB Buster: CBA Buster: Sooner I stop chatting, sooner you will Rio: Done and done Rio: Like I was never here Buster: See you around then Rio: Toodles Buster: Let me know if you ever make it home Rio: Such a drama queen Rio: think my Ma would be on the blower if I never came back like Buster: Not to me Rio: No but assumedly you talk to your parents on occasion Rio: catch me on the evening news, hope they pick a decent photo Buster: You and your ex probably Buster: Assuming he snatched you Rio: Awkward when he comes back empty-handed Rio: left me in a ditch somewhere Buster: Wouldn't be the weirdest place anyone in our fam has woken up after a night out Rio: No less embarrassing than some kid in Chelsea's gaff Rio: I'll take it, Curtis will be freed when I turn up not dead, its chill Buster: You should've just come to ours Buster: Brought it on yourself Rio: I hope I do get murdered now Rio: just so you can be quoted as saying I was 'asking for it' Rio: yeah 'cos you'd have loved that, ruining your evening Buster: Not likely. The house is big enough you don't have to see me or I you Buster: You could've taken Nancy's room. Not like she's using it Rio: Well at the time he seemed a more tempting idea Rio: we've all made that mistake, yeah? Buster: Yeah Rio: Shit night all in all, eh? Buster: Reckon we've both had better Buster: You want some coffee or whatever before you go? Rio: Alright Rio: How dead are your rents, can I come down and get it or should I stay where I am Buster: I'll bring it Buster: Unless you want to sneak back out and we can go pick some up? Rio: Yeah, don't think I've ever had a cup of coffee made by you, might not be the day to risk it Rio: Hmm Rio: Do you think I'll fit into anything of Nancy's/is that really cheeky Rio: She's bloody tall Buster: Fuck off. The machine's epic. Loud though Buster: There's enough shit she's left here to choose from, bound to make something work Buster: I might have stuff girls have left here but I have no clue if it'd make a full outfit like Rio: I'll be sure to sample it another time I'm not playing fugitive then Rio: I doubt the lost and found in your room is gonna be much better than what I had on Rio: Gimme a sec, meet you outside Buster: Fair Buster: Take your time in that maze of a wardrobe like Rio: Has she got any clothes in Dubo like? Madness Buster: Even more I reckon Buster: I thought lesbian's weren't meant to give a shit Rio: Shame about size and different taste or I could be tapping that shit up Rio: She's lipstick, not butch Buster: Don't get me started on the make up in her bathroom. Christ Buster: I swear some girls get with me just to raid it Rio: I mean Rio: cheaper than MAC Rio: but you said it that time, not me Buster: Letting you know so you've got no excuses Buster: I've got a rep, can't be walking around with you looking a state Rio: Charming Rio: I'll do my best, lily-white foundation ain't gonna cut it though so you'll have to deal Buster: I'll do my best Rio: Don't worry, if anyone ask, you don't know me Rio: separate tables, the whole shebang Buster: Well yeah, if you're gonna hold up the place to get your cash I want no part in it Buster: Fucking up my chances of being a shit hot lawyer before I've started Rio: Heaven forfend Rio: Not even gonna fight my case when you finally pass the bar? Buster: Might do Buster: Family rates like Rio: I can't rob another Starbucks to pay you Rio: not logical Buster: We'll work something out Rio: Add it to the IOU pile Buster: Course Buster: You ready yet? Rio: Was you insisting on a full face of slap Rio: I don't usually bother but you asked Buster: Shouldn't bother on my account Buster: Not even gonna get a good view when you put your balaclava on Rio: I had to, just to be petty and keep you waiting, like Rio: at least my eyes will look killer Rio: red lip too obvious though? hmm Rio: decisions decisions Buster: You always look good Rio: What was that? An actual compliment? Rio: Who are you and what have you done with Buster McKenna? Buster: Shut up Buster: I'm just saying Rio: Lips zipped and glossed Buster: Come on then, I look well suss standing here Rio: Neighbours curtain twitching are they? Ha, wait 'til I come out then Rio: At least I've got respectable girl clothes on or we're busted before we even get there Buster: Just don't open your mouth and they'll never know you ain't that respectable girl like Rio: Oi! Rio: Accent or content shade? Either way, fucking cheek Buster: Your accent's nice. It's a shame bout the rest of you though, ain't it? Rio: I'm a delight and you know it Buster: Yeah course Rio: Right, lets go Buster: Finally

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Tommy & Ali

Chatting ‘bout Christmas, boy troubles, pregnancy AND THE FACT THE BABY IS TOTALLY NOT DREW’S LOLLOLLOL

Tommy: Oi! 😼 What you gettin da cos like even I feel cheeky considering socks for 2 years running Ali joined the chat 3 hours ago Tommy: I was gonna go full rivers of whiskey cept I'd probs drown myself in it before the bottle was in the bag 😂 Ali: So you should, elf on the shelf! Socks should only ever be an add-on prezzie, even if they're DEAD comical, like. Ali: Speaking of elf on the shelf, would you be willing to come round mine every day at the crack of dawn (aka JUST before the kiddos will arise like horrible demon krakkens from the depths) so I can arrange you in comical positions and situations? Ali: They love that shit. I on the other hand want to murder the CEO of whatever company/the high-key mum mafia that made this shit popular again. Ali: I've got me thinking cap on for the old man for ye...Hmm Ali: (and how rude to get cuffed for the season and not even get to the part where you get a bomb-ass present/someone to tout around the family functions...rude. You not actually at the bottom of a bottle quite yet though, yeah? Doing the obligatory welfare checkup here) Tommy: Excuse you miss money bags! 💰 just 'cause you're one of the rare artists who ain't starving like! some of us don't have boyfriends who cook or paying audiences Tommy: so yeah obvs! Gotta keep in shape just in case don't I? catch me pirouetting across your patio bitch Tommy: Green's my colour these days and red's always been signature Tommy: I'm alright (love you for asking!) how's you? Tommy: Genuinely Ali: Oh yeah, 'cos father will flip his shit if the price tag ain't AT LEAST three figs... 😏 Silly billy, and oi, oi! My student loan ain't kicked in yet ...I'm on a gap yaaaaaah though, darling, I've simply GOTTA act like a frivilous rich bitch. Deal with it, you're still the shady bitch of the fam, okay? 😘 Ali: Yaaasss, you're gonna have to drop a couple of pounds to fit in that teeny costume but a day in the life of a TRUE star init, babe? I believe in you Ali: Bet you didn't come here to be called fat, did you? How fucking cheeky is that forreal Ali: Colour of luck boy 🍀🍀🍀 Ali: Hmm, ngl I'm in a bit of a...situation, and I ain't talking I've forgot to order a turkey Tommy: Imagine...jog on old man just 'cause went for the quantity with the sprogs doesn't mean you'll get quality back soz Tommy: try it but good luck trying to get your little uns to deal with you being the spoilt one 😂 Tommy: well since I got the 🍀 its 🤞 Tommy: feckin hell has caleb forgotten kids are for life not just chrimbo again? Tommy: I'll deck his halls if he's being a prick Ali: That'll show him! That's what you get for bringing me into this world, whole lotta backchat and not an ounce of grattitude, take that! Ali: Join me 'cos I'm sure that's what mum feels I've got her Ali: We did Rio's first Xmas morning, and 2nd, at home! It really is Caleb's fams turn Ali: I can't help that its Junie's first, evidently I ain't planning this shit woman! Ali: #contraceptionwhomst? #pulloutnhopeforthebest #itswhatgodwouldwant Ali: And it ain't like we're not coming over for a second dinner, we fat as hell, get wid it and pass the gravy Ali: Catch me in the tesco throwing tantrums with Rio on the reg tbh #twocanplayatthatgamehoney #childrenraisingchildren Ali: Nah, although loving all the macho threats of violence when my honour is at stake as of late...Is my drama letting you live up to your full brotherly potential? Welcome... Ali: TMI, give a shit, but I'm late on and I've thrown up a few times, not from the mother's ruin, like Ali: hahahahahama'sgonnakillmeisn'tshe Ali: whatthefucklike Tommy: Who you kidding you're the blatant fave & lbr if the lord's got his specs on should be even more so for following her shining example like Tommy: honor thy father and mother and all that Tommy: who doesn't love a mini me Tommy: especially one who can sing every sperm is sacred with perf pitch Tommy: Amen! this aint 1850 pass the roasties gdi! Tommy: all we want for christmas is carbs Tommy: OH MY CHRIST NOT AGAIN Tommy: 😧 Tommy: I know you're on your gap year but no need to be so literal Ali: Ha, please! Not Tess Vickers' fave. Da's, obviously, as he is mine, (babe). You and Joe are the momma's boys, always have been, you needy little babbas. Ali: A woman who doesn't love herself...damn, too deep, reverse, reverse! Ali: You'd be surprised how annoying an all-singing-all-dancing constant reminder of all your best and worst bits is Ali: Usually the best, which is happy-making magic, but when its the worst...GOOD LORDT. Plus its a reminder of the same in your other half, and we all like to overlook that shit now, don't we? *sips tea* Ali: God I am gonna go HAM with my 'cravings' this Chrimbo...what timing! Maybe I did plan this after-all Ali: but no, I did not Ali: But yeah...this is a thing I'm processing, thought I'd drag you down with me 🤷 Tommy: I was gonna be all like not with him probs dead in a ditch and me one audition away from getting cosy in a cardboard box but I better swerve too dont wanna spend the season with the samaritans on speed dial Tommy: you and fraze are the success stories savor it Tommy: honey I've got a mirror Tommy: and near constant feedback from them in the know Tommy: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Tommy: that's calebs chrimbo gift sorted then yeah? Ali: Lordy, I know we're Irish but there's no need to be that fuckin' maudlin, Tommo Ali: Oh, you wanted an idea for Da but that is SO Fraze's prezzie Ali: Just tell him that, all day. Money can't buy that kinda happiness Ali: The spirit of the Holidays Ali: Them in the know don't know shit Ali: I mean...gift or curse? Ali: We've only just got back on track, this is probably going to derail the whole damn caboose Tommy: everyone's a critic and there's only one shane macgowan I hear ya Tommy: I reckoned you meant a mirror for a sec I was like uh huh he's got that one covered love 😏 Tommy: Hey! That's mine covered 🙋 just repeat that back to me Tommy: those clueless cunts Tommy: Nah he'll be buzzing esp if he gets another girl Tommy: there's only one Rio but he's shameless ha Tommy: leave the cursing for ma she'll be doing plenty once she's done stuffing your stocking with contraceptives Ali: Mhmm, save it for the improptu karaoke when we're all feeling merry on the day, like Ali: Lmao, he'd live in a 360 degree view changing room if he could Ali: How millenial of us! Lets just gift each other with positive affirmations Ali: Maybe...Gah Ali: Whatever, whether he deals or doesn't, doesn't change the fact I am with child again and yeah, Caleb's reaction is the least of my worries Ali: I'm going to be going to Uni abroad with 3 kids...damn Ali: If I don't get locked away for my own good, of course Tommy: 😇 Will do Tommy: I reckon that's the goal when he 'makes it' Tommy: scrawl it on my personalised starbies cup and have done babe Tommy: You're grand it'll just be one hell of a plane ride Tommy: 🍀 & 🤞 Tommy: OH SHIT WAIT Tommy: the whole Caleb reaction thing has me thinking...not to be rude but Tommy: it is his yeah? Ali: It better be Ali: Aside from the Drew incident I didn't shag anyone else Ali: and we used a condom Ali: I mighta been several sheets to the wind but I hadn't lost my whole goddamn mind Tommy: thank christ for that Tommy: imagine trying to play happy families with that twat Ali: Amen Ali: Yeah that isn't the life I've signed up for Ali: Bitches forget I already got a ring on my finger, like Ali: Legal or otherwise Tommy: Beyonce is here for your union Tommy: good enough for me Tommy: low key proud of ya not to be an enabler but like Tommy: I'll happily hooray you getting Drew to put something on it too god knows where that fuckboy's been Ali: Thank you! I will take that hooray because I literally had to mum Ro's arse and tell her to do the same every time Ali: AND had to do it in such a way it didn't sound like I was saying as much, like, your boyf is a cheater and we all know it sweetie Tommy: ugh 😷 glad you did though I hear your next door nemesis had to get herself to the clinic sharpish & i don't reckon she'd spread gossip that'd make her out to be riddled Tommy: 🦀🐛 Ali: 🤢😤 Unsurprised on both their behalf there but low-key furious Ali: he knows how that bitch treats Ro, and always has done Ali: there's being a cheat with any random hoe and then there's that...is it me or is that next-level careless? Ali: To the point it looks like he's doing it to hurt her, I'm sure he's just ignorant but, like, what the fuck?!!? Tommy: RIGHT? Tommy: like I don't doubt she ain't telling him all the ins and outs of her childhood drama but still Tommy: even with more brains than biceps he's gotta have a clue or two Tommy: OOOPS ACCIDENTAL COMPLIMENT Tommy: I'm offended on my own behalf Tommy: almost as cringe as once thinking he was hot 🤓😳 kms Ali: Yeah but it ain't like he's not been here...and she's still a cunt to Ro now, so Ali: Tries to be to me but who's listening, Bitch I'm deaf all of a sudden??? Ali: Hahahahaha Ali: He's attractive, to the point its kinda fact more than opinion so I don't think you're alone on that score Ali: If the notches on his bedpost are anything to go by...and I fucked him so can't be judging, consider your sins absolved, no hail mary's needed, maybe a few bloodys when I next pin u down for an IRL debrief? Ali: Oh wait, a bitch can't...I'll make it a Virgin Mary...WHEY! Tommy: True and I know he ain't got a bitch muted 'cause I aint rn either 👀 & my specs are on when I'm scrolling Tommy: I see what I see Tommy: 😞 Tommy: Fuck it lets go dancing Tommy: bounce that bump while you still can Ali: 'Course not, gotta 'low the bitch to slide into dem dms on the reg, if for nothing else than the ego boost Ali: 😒 Ali: I need that, lets go lets go lets go, its been TIME since I got to go out and not take the bubs Ali: I'll have to see who can have 'em though... Ali: Can't be mum, really selling how responsible a parent I'm gonna be to 3 by throwing 2 at her and fucking off to partay Tommy: SAMSIES...not that I'm going out with 2 kids on the reg but y'know Tommy: we on it 💃 Tommy: Dial up their daddy Tommy: he'll step up while we step out I'm sure Ali: Sure, just the one, like #oosh! toosoonforbants? Ali: Can but try, I'll get back to you when he replies Ali: Ooh, what are we gonna wear Tommy: I've got my elf cossie if I can only squeeze in Tommy: you could pin a red letter on if you've got something that won't clash 🤔 own that guilt like a good catholic 📿 Ali: Ooh, festive AND appropriate for my situ, I like it. Tommy: A for advent sweeties 😘 Tommy: can you cut my hair though I looking like the grinch if he was a blonde blue eyed dreamboat Ali: And Awesome! And Ali! And Ass! 😎 Ali: Obvi, you never could rock the long hair look, remember that dark period in time 😂 Ali: Can I try something slightly new tho? 🤔 Tommy: why the feck not gotta at least look ready to mingle like Tommy: 💔😂 Ali: Dubo not gonna know what's hit it and ya mans gonna know what he missing when I'm done with you! Promise Tommy: I'll hold you to it Tommy: no pressure Tommy: oooh maybe we could go shopping 😀 Ali: You know I'm winning boys back like its my business Ali: well, boy singular but that's enough, right? #greedybisexual Ali: I am always down for killing time snapping up killer #lewks, lets do it man Tommy: yaaaaaaaaaaas Tommy: careful I might hold you to that too #tipsfrommybabysiskms Ali: baby be wise tho 💞 where u at i'll come get u Tommy: about a lot of things yeah 👍 nws I'll come at you I need the exercise #aintforgotyoucalledmeafattylike Ali: alright well, RUN FORREST RUN Tommy: 🏃