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lanayru-the-water-god · 9 months

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I have made some Lanayru lore. Please check the tags before reading, and enjoy! (1000 years before the rp quests)

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Rewards for a Selfless Being: When the Water Goddess Gained a New Domain

During a rare trip to the Surface, a young Lanayru finds out that her sacred element can also kill. After abusing her power and injuring herself to save a young boy’s life, she gains a new domain: generosity.

Word count: 2021 (way longer than i thought oopsies)

Lanayru was only two centuries old, her silky blonde hair cut off below the shoulders, unlike the long and flowy locks of her present style. Never before had she left the Gods’ Realm to descend to the Surface below…and she wanted to try so desperately. The people she was blessing with clean, fresh water, the people who prayed to her for miracles and were forever grateful when she delivered…

It was her dream to meet them. Or at least see their beautiful faces, knowing she had fulfilled her duties.

One morning, as she smoothed out her hair in the mirror and slipped the golden rings on her fingers, she made her decision. She would go to the teleportation circle, near her beloved healing spring, and visit the Surface.

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“Stand in the middle of the circle.”

She obliged, stepping her feet into the glowing white chamber, and closed her eyes.

“Now, be very careful down there…and when you wish to return, summon your symbol.”

She nodded her head in agreement. All she had to do was create the four raindrops above her hand and she would be home.

Easy enough…

For a second she felt light as a feather, the ground leaving her feet, and she was floating…floating?…and then her feet landed on something soft but firm.

She slowly opened her eyes, and for the first time she saw the land of the people.

Wow…this is amazing.

Just the mere sight of it all was enough to take her breath away.

The slightly tall grass tickled her ankles, and she let out a giggle. The sky was clear blue, more so than up in her Realm, and there was so much…green. So much vibrant color, in the flowers, the structures…everything.

She scanned the area, searching for any people, and close by to her left was a large body of water. Before she could even think, she found herself walking toward that water…the element she had spent her long life protecting. Her eyes were fixed on the shimmering blue waves, going in and out…in and out…

A lake.

Then she noticed…rather strange objects…what is that thing? Several of them bobbed out in the water, white with triangular shaped tops. Leave the precious water alone! Someone had built a long wooden platform that extended far out into the lake, and people were jumping off it happily, their cheers ringing out into the air.

Upon reaching the hill by the lake, she stopped to catch her breath.

Children were playing in the crystal-clear water, from the shallow waves all the way to the deeper area, their delighted laughs and shouts warming Lanayru’s heart. I have done well here, she assured herself, the water is clear…the kids are so happy. Nothing satisfied the Water Goddess more than giving happiness to her people. And now, she could finally see it firsthand.

An absolute dream come true.

She wondered if interaction was a possibility…could the people even see her here? Or would they think she was a human, like any other? Should she hide as another identity to avoid mass hysteria?

She let out a deep breath. Standing and observing was enough for now. In a little while she would summon her four raindrops and go back home.

Ah, the sweet smell of bliss…

As if out of nowhere, someone screamed.

Lanayru’s heart skipped a beat.

“Guys, look over there!!”

“He can’t swim! HE CAN'T SWIM!!”

“Is he…drowning??”

Drowning?

That certainly wasn’t a word she’d heard before.

A few of the people were pointing to a spot in the lake, isolated from where the other people were hanging out, and she turned her gaze to that area…

A pair of hands stuck out above the surface, thrashing and flailing.

Drowning.

People can die in water?

The others were moving toward the person, but their hands were sinking below the surface. It may have already been too late…

No.

Lanayru just couldn’t stand there and watch while someone lost their life to her beloved element.

“NO!!” she shouted, bolting toward the lake as fast as her dainty legs could take her. Your Healing Grace. It can fix this.

But she had only used it to heal herself. Never another being.

Several people dragged the poor man- or boy? out of the water slowly. His arms drooped limply even with the grip on each wrist, his eyes were closed…he was unmoving.

Before they finished maneuvering his whole body onto the murky sand, she was by his side. For a brief second, the other humans’ eyes met hers…and a young lady gasped.

“Is that…?”

“The Water Goddess??” another one added, her voice a high, surprised squeak. “That…that can’t be? One of the gods…right here??”

Lanayru tried her hardest to tune out the voices…she had a boy’s life to save.

Healing Grace, please emerge…let me use all your power.

She had never used all of it before. She didn’t even know if this would actually work…this power was limited for others, and in her Realm she never encountered anyone in need of healing, let alone a mortal. But she would do whatever it took, even if it was risking her own health, her own life…

Although Lanayru could never die. Not permanently, at least.

People were huddled around the boy now, checking for breathing, a pulse…any signs of life. Their shouts and pleas were frantic, and it all reduced to ringing in the Goddess’s ears as she held her hands out, glowing white with the precious healing magic.

Dropping to her knees, she shot her hands forward, all of the Healing Grace absorbing itself around the boy in a matching white glow, some of it entering through his nose, his mouth, even going straight through his chest.

Please work please work please work…

She had done everything she could now.

And the boy opened his eyes, gasping in a lungful of air as he coughed and spluttered, water gushing out of his mouth, and the others quickly crowded around him. It took a few more seconds for the Healing Grace to fully take effect…and the healthy pink color returned to his cheeks once more. He smiled softly, letting out a chuckle…it was almost as if the whole thing never happened.

Overjoyed shouts and relieved sighs rang through Lanayru’s ears, and she beamed happily.

It worked…

But a wave of fatigue overcame her, almost all at once.

Some of the people around the boy seemed to be thanking her, but she slowly took a few steps away. Each step was becoming harder to take as her shoulders sagged and her head lolled forwards…

No. She quickly snapped it back up, and the world spun around her.

He will be okay. Now summon your symbol.

As she sank to her knees, black dots creeping into the corners of her vision, she slowly held out her left hand, palm facing skyward.

Through her now fuzzy mind, it took the last remaining strength she could muster to swirl the magic around her hand, the four raindrops appearing in a cross shape. To her the drops were blurry and disoriented, merely swirling shapes and colors, but they were there nonetheless.

You did it.

With a sigh of relief, the Water Goddess let her eyes slip closed, her hand falling limp by her side.

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The sea of emptiness slowly began to recede, marking Lanayru’s return to awareness. Her body felt weightless, as if she was floating through the sky.

Ever so slightly, she stirred, noticing the soft material underneath her. She could recognize the sensation anywhere...My bed.

She had made it home.

“Your Grace?” a soft, muffled voice called out. “Are you with me?”

Lanayru cracked one eye open, to see a blurry figure standing in front of her, before letting it droop closed again. She shifted, stretching out her arms with a satisfied hum…which came out as more of a mumble.

“Thank the Goddesses.” The voice- a Dweller- let out a sigh. “I mean, um…that includes you. If you weren’t immortal, you could have died.”

Really?

“That was an incredibly brave thing you did out there. I am delighted to tell you…the boy has been doing just fine; you saved his life.”

Finally, she could find the strength to open her eyes. When she did so, the Dweller’s short and slender form was much clearer.

“H-hi,” she muttered, giving him a weak smile.

“Hello,” he replied. “Welcome back, Your Grace.”

“How…how long?”

“You were asleep for…a long time.” The Dweller paused. “…Two months.”

Two months??

Her arms were weak and tired, but still she put her elbows in front of her body and hoisted herself up to sitting. As her messy golden locks swept around her pale face, she frowned slightly. Her hair was…different. Perhaps a bit longer.

“Oh yeah.” The Dweller continued with a chuckle. “Your hair grew out a little.”

“Well…that makes sense, I guess.”

Lanayru let out a long yawn, briefly covering her mouth with her hand. Her fingernails, too, were badly overgrown and in need of a trim, the baby blue polish mostly chipped off.

“We have been waiting so long…Two months ago, you appeared in the teleportation circle frail and unconscious, we knew you weren’t dead, but you really gave us a fright there.”

“I…I’m sorry- I didn’t mean…”

“Don’t be. We figured it out anyway…using all of your healing powers at once like that is incredibly draining. That’s not what they’re made for. And you weren’t made to spend time down there. But we mustn’t scold you, for you were a true hero that day.”

Her cheeks flushed pink, and she found herself unable to look the kind Dweller in the eye.

“It was the least I could do,” she replied, voice almost a whisper.

For a second she wondered if her actions had indeed killed her. Of course that didn’t matter…she would have come back instantly. It was how she was made. The world couldn't afford to lose their precious Water Goddess.

“Now that you’re back with us, we have a lot of work to do.” The Dweller gave her a soft smile, and she lifted her gaze to meet his, now feeling comfortable enough to do so. “First, though, I must tell you something very important.”

She hesitated, fidgeting nervously with her dress. “What…is it?”

“Your Grace, in the mere two centuries of your existence you have displayed incredible selflessness…you never want to see a mortal suffer, you spend so much time making sure their water is beautiful…and now what you just did. I am proud to inform you that you have gained another domain.”

What?? Her heart raced in her chest, as she stared with wide eyes at the Dweller. Another domain?

“I have…? Really?”

“Indeed. You are now Lanayru, the Goddess of Water and Generosity.”

At first she couldn’t find words…she was speechless. Why am I the one being rewarded, when others need help? None of this made any sense…

“Wow, I…I can’t believe it,” she gushed. “For me? I don’t need any reward-“

“Your Grace, it has been given to you already. Out of all the Gods, you have proven yourself the most worthy for this. Once a domain has been handed to you, there’s no giving it back.”

So I should be proud of this, then.

If it could be used to help others further…she would make the most of this new gift.

“Well, I am honored.” She grinned at the Dweller, eyes gaining their sparkle once more. “I will do my best to fulfill it.”

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And so she did.

Throughout the next millennium, she strengthened her generosity domain each day like a small child. It may be a secondary one, but it is just as important to her as her water domain, and she vows to keep her promises forever.

After all this time, some of her memories have faded, blurring together in the back of her mind, but she still recalls that moment clear as day. She always will.

While she gives the mortals water to keep them alive, she also protects them from the dangers of it.

#the goddess lanayru #there’s a few skyward sword references in here #kinda #tw drowning (but there’s no death)#the dwellers are the beings that live in her realm #i don’t know what else to call them so they’re dwellers ig #bailey writes #also the format is kinda shit #so if things are wonky i apologize for that

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4law · 2 years

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ok!! i didn’t include everybody cuz this took longer than expected oopsie so lemme know if u wanna be added too! i’m not shipping u with ur selfship cuz that is no fun at all

@sauza : usopp (op), kuguri (hq)

every time you’re on my dash i’m laughing at the thoughts u share with us, and i think these characters can match ur energy so well. ur humor is unmatched i love u!!

@lawscorazon : law ENERU (op) & sakusa (hq)

ares radiates pretty energy and eneru radiates let me bother pretty people like ares until they fall for me energy.

@satotokii : bokuto (hq) & aran (hq!)

bokuto is self explanatory he is a ray of sunshine!! & aran i just feel like he gives good hugs and that’s what someone like u deserves— the best hugs :’)

@yourtamaki : killer (op) & shanks (op)

hear me out— killer will obviously treat you well, but why do i see shanks looking at you with heart eyes ??

@tofutobios : coby (op), zoro (op)

if u haven’t seen op then im referring to post time skip coby!! he has a heart of gold and u are so friendly so omg. and zoro needs your help with directions he needs u to hold his hand whenever he goes outside (NO I SHOUKD HAVE ADDED HIMEKAWA FROM HQ TOO) (omg and tanjiro from kny)

@strawhatsoraya : osamu (hq) & edgeshot (mha)

osamu cooks for you, and edgeshot i just feel like it fits. sora also radiates pretty person energy and edgeshot is so elegant!!

@killsaki : sabo (op) & hirugami (hq)

omg 🥹 i gasped when i thought of sabo that was the person i was looking for!! i was struggling hard fr kisaki & sanji fit so well

@euphofic2 : ace (op), matsukawa (hq)

i feel like after the smelly debate on your page, these two would add their own thoughts to it without hesitation. that’s why. LMFAOO IF UR SCARED OF BUGS, I CAN IMAGINE ONE OF THEM KILLING THEM AND THEN HE SETS THEM ON TOP OF THE TRASH SO U CAN STILL SEE THE CORPSE CLEARLY. laughs very loudly when u notice!!

@icy-spicy : kita (hq) & smoker (one piece)

kita picks flowers for you and smoker holds your shopping bags that’s all ima say!!

@eustassslut : bakugo (mha) & sanemi (kny)

i feel like these fit so well!! i wanted to ship u with kid so bad but here we are

@tenkomi : ace (op) & kenma (hq)

ok i haven’t talked to u all that much but i doooo feel like u and ace would have so much fun together that is what my mind thinks !! he would wake u up at 4 am to get pizza with him and then fall asleep on the way there

@ransluvrboy : oikawa with glasses (hq) & also law but since i ship everyone with law then also king (op! very pretty face reveal) AND OMG LOWKEY AIZAWA (MHA)

it fits the vibe i get from u! BUT ONLY WITH THE GLASSES. i associate u with that pretty green on ur blog and these men match that 🥹 hottest couple for real tell me ghost + king doesn’t sound cool as fuck

and robin

@creompie : shindo yo (mha) & kuroo (hq)

kuroo pats your head when he walks by or leans to rest on your head yeah! & then he does the jaw thing— where u quickly clench and unclench your jaw and u can feel it against your head 🙂

@ / kiiguru : luffy (op) & itadori (jjk)

in case dilly comes back!!

@vlyxen : kirishima (mha), & corazon (op)

no kirishima would love & adore u so good & corazon is so sweet please!! this would be so cute :’)

@rowan-rites : akaashi (hq) & megumi (jjk)

no cuz i just finished ur matchup & picked new ones but!! these characters here will go everywhere with you, and they’d let u fall asleep on their shoulder <33

@sanomnjiro : hawks (mha), tengen (kny)

from op i would put luffy bartolomeo! would be ur biggest fan pleaseee 😭 hawks covers ur eyes with a feather before asking “guess who,” then realizes the feather gives it away! u and tengen are hot that’s all

@dark-mnjiro : crocodile (op), & toji (jjk)

okay i’m getting this vibe … you know that night city / lux theme all over pinterest ?? no this is what u and these two remind me of !!!

@httphaitani : hina (op) & alisa (hq) or zoro (op)

omg and also iwaizumi if that’s okay!! alisa wants to bring you everywhere she goes & hina likes to hug your waist while laying on top of you to tell you about her day…

@sanjithesimp : penguin (op) & zoro (op)

okay penguin maybe not a super popular character but have u seen the fanart!!! ZORO MEANWHILE yes zoro fits so well

@ / benkeibear : twice (mha), (hq)

when i talked to u i literally felt like i was being hugged so yeah these characters would love you so dearly!!

@scabsaint : luffy (op) & sugawara (hq)

luffy would make it his mission to put a smile on your face every day! sugawara likes to see u melt into his hugs (: i already said ace for other people but i would add ace!!

@zorokinniemoment : eustass kid & law (op)

i chose characters that definitely know how to get under ur skin cuz i feel like that trope is so cute 😭 oh and tsukishima (hq!)

@momodwriter : shinso (mha) & akaza (kny)

i just see it. i can’t put my finger on it, but i see it. and yes i did want to put crocodile ):

#i forgot i ramble lmfaooooo 🤗#also nonnie ur so sweet kiss kiss thank u!!

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cassioppenny · 1 year

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can we get more stuff about loki PLEASE

YIPPEE LOKI anyway here's so fun facts(tm)

anyway i had the idea of loki for a long ass time (very autistic about mew). original concept loki (from when i was like 13ish) was like completely different from modern loki. they looked like the same age as the other kanto kids and their name was yellow. their clothes were yellow, black, and purple because 13 year old me was very subtle. their personality was completely different too they were a hashtag uwu baby guy.

anyway then the pre neela mutual era loki is much more similar to modern loki personality wise and their name was eve instead and wore a dress. i would show you some old art i drew of them from like a year ago but i got jumpscared by how fucking bad it looked THEIR EYES WERE FUCKING HUGE yeah im not showing that

anyway loki fun fact time🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

can't tell the difference between human faces they all look the same to them

also sucks at remembering names. especially lance's she keeps forgetting he even exists

he became the indigo champion because they were bored and wanted to fuck with a bunch of humans. also they learned about the mewtwo shit while champion and is pretty pissed about it

they stole the master ball lol

looked into the future to see who's become champion at the end just so they could torment them. unluckily for red that was him

because he saw the future she also knew blue was the one to fight red for the champion spot so they went up and told blue that red was going to become champion and he's like "nuh uh!! i am!!" which also ends up contributing to the kanto trio's friendship falling apart later lmao

anyway they lose to blue on purpose just for blue to face red next and get his ass beat

goes on a road trip with green post rgby where they take her to go capture the legendary birds, lugia, and mewtwo. he then takes mewtwo from her and fucks off

she makes a bet with ho-oh that red is going to die on mount silver and ho-oh is like "no he won't" and loki gets pissed off when ho-oh was right

loki gave volo immortality but now regrets it because they fucking hate each other's guts now

almost kills blaine in front red and green oopsie

mew's siblings (creation trio + lake trio) and kids (ho-oh, lugia, rayquaza, and zygarde) all don't like them

#milesverse #the meow meow....#obsessed with this little freak #loki fucking HATES humans but also enjoys tormenting them it's very fun to her

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slow-button-off · 1 year

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Things I have been taught on reddit in the last few days:

When looking at this right handed corner the green side is apparently NOT the outside side.

a whole other car supposedly fits between Alonso and the outside of the track here. Because no his tyres are not on the line already.

Alonso is also "in the middle of the track" in this picture.

Do you not know how corners work? You would have to be going incredibly slow to be on the inside on the exit of that corner.

It's almost as if that is the whole reason it is a penalty. Apparently drivers are always allowed to be on their chosen racing line and do never have to compromise speed or which line they take depending on what happens around them. "You always have to leave the space" no longer exists apparently.

Have you ever watched a race?

No.

Perhaps if he put in more steering angle he would've spun out, you don't know that. Also, in the USGP, Sainz was always there and it was obvious what he was going to do next, that wasn't the case with Alonso in AUS.

if he spins it's because it's too fast hence the fucking penalty. also how is what Alonso was doing in any way unpredictable? he didn't cut across the track. Where else was he meant to go? He was on the outside and stayed on the outside.

If you take Alonso (which Gasly probably didn't expect) out of the equation, he would've made the corner perfectly fine. He wasn't even close to touching Hamilton, the other cars in front of him had nothing to do with it at all.

There are usually very few issues if you remove one of the drivers involved in an incident. Issue is they were there. And just because you can make a corner with nobody around you doesn't mean it's fine to take the same line with others around you.

After a certain point into a corner your decision is locked in and there is only so much you can do to change it, especially with the cold tires and that track.

Maybe just maybe he picked the wrong line? Doesn't mean it isn't a penalty.

If Sainz thinks the racing line in front of Gasly dead then he would expect nobody to be there, and Alonso would be "behind" him in a racing sense.

I don't even know what to say to that tbh. If Carlos thinks " I wouldn't drive there" it means nobody gets to drive there??

Alonso would've seen both Gasly and Sainz, what decision he makes at that point is up to him, he decided to thread the needle between Gasly and Hamilton, risking a collision with Gasly and blindsiding Sainz instead of going off track or slowing down even further.

The guy ahead should've seen the guys pretty far behind him and the guy behind couldn't see the guy who is clearly in front of him the entire time. Because that is how seeing works.

theoretically Sainz also left plenty of space, he just didn't have the proper line/control

and what exactly does that mean huh? Was not picking the right line a harmless oopsy? (Also he didn't leave space)

and my personal highlight:

I think you're just incapable of critical thinking or empathy.

#if you figure out what my reddit account is: no you didn't

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alexracheltravel · 1 year

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Goodnight Saigon, It's a Holiday in Cambodia

We spent our final hours in Vietnam this morning. What a country. We gorged on our hotel breakfast, eating as if we would never see such great fruit ever again. While we knew that wasn't true, "The Myst Dong Khoi" hotel treated us right and made our stay in Ho Chi Minh City extra special.

We made one final stop at the Ben Thanh market. Alex picked up his suit. It looked AMAZING. We also grabbed over a kilogram of mango candy to take home for family, colleagues, and students to enjoy. On our way out, we picked up a quick snack of Banh Gio, which we thought was sticky rice. But we were wrong! It was a steamed rice cake stuffed with pork and other stuff that we weren't sure quite what it was. But it was tasty! The whole thing came wrapped in a big banana leaf and cost less than a dollar. Amazing country.

We got our snack mostly to kill time because we just had to go back to Banh Mi Hyunh Hoa for a sandwich for the road aka our flight. The only meal (other than hotel breakfasts) that we had twice. We booked one last taxi to the hotel and relished in the fact that it was a Chevy Spark. It was a tender bonding moment to try and communicate with our driver, explaining that we had the same car. "It's cheap!" He said. We all laughed. It's funny because it's true.

We packed up, and left Vietnam. When we arrived, we realized we made a near-fatal mistake. We actually never confirmed our flight out of HCMC to Cambodia. It was a close call, but we actually bought tickets that afternoon, for a flight scheduled to leave three hours later! Oopsies! But it all worked out as we boarded the flight to Cambodia.

The flight took less than an hour, and was fairly smooth. Our seatmate came from Arizona but actually grew up in Poughkeepsie, NY! Small world. We landed on a wide runway and walked into a unique airport that adopted Indochinese architecture, not unlike our previous hotel. We thought a car was waiting for us outside, but no, it was a motorized Tuk Tuk! We rode on the back of a cart, zooming through the Cambodian night. It was not what we expected. We expected a city but Siem Reap is quiet and rural. We were so used to such loud noises and cars so it was a bit of a shock to be in such a quiet place.

We began our stay at the Baby Elephant Boutique Hotel, a wonderful Cambodian resort that resembled a bed and breakfast more than anything else. We were served welcome drinks, as well as attention from Happy, the four-legged welcome committee. He was very friendly! Once we unpacked in the room it was time to go back out into town for dinner. Siem Reap is not a culinary destination, however, there was a Khmer restaurant on the top of every Internet list, and was the only restaurant we saw with a wait.

The homely restaurant had about thirty tables in it's open air concept, and the wait staff, made up of young women, all were incredibly friendly and happy to have customers. We ordered two traditional dishes: Amok, a green curry with lemongrass and Thai basil flavors, served in a banana leaf, and Lok Luk, a saucy mix of beef, veggies and a fried egg, accompanied with a peppery sauce. We rounded our order with a Cambodian beer and ate quickly. The food was delicious and flavorful, giving us a good feeling of what Cambodia could possibly offer. Even if it wasn't half as good as our banh mi from earlier, we cleaned our plates, and saved room for dessert. Mango sticky rice! The mango was soft and chewy. The rice was sweet. It was a terrific end to the meal.

We took a roundabout way back to the hotel, hopping into the market, where we picked up some of the peppercorns that made up the Lok Luk sauce, and then peeked into "pub street," which was Siem Reap's version of Bourbon Street.

We had heard about crowds in Cambodia but the only signs of life came on Pub Street. This city, if we can call it a city, has been decimated by COVID, as lockdowns eviscerated the flourishing tourism scene, which seems to be recovering slowly. Everyone spoke English here and most of the restaurants served Western food. It's more common to see pizza instead of curry, and any hint of traditional Cambodian cuisine has been painted over by Thai flavors to give the customers a taste they may be more familiar with. It's not the most heartening sight to see in a country that has already endured hardship, tragedy in the form of its own genocide, but the draw to Siem Reap is not the food or nightlife, but the temples, which we will get up to see tomorrow.

Alex: Rach we made it to the Kingdom of Cambodia. The doorway to the ancient wonders of the world. How do you feel? It's a little different here than the big city, huh?

Rachel: Very different. I think that we are staying a little further from many of the huge hotels and it feels very very rural. It's not true because just a half mile away is the downtown area of Siem Reap. With that being said, the downtown area has less people than any given block in Ho Chi Minh City.

A: While this is like a big change, I actually think it's a blessing in disguise and we'll have a lot of space tomorrow to relax and go to all the temples and not have to wade through crowds.

R: I am VERY excited to see all the temples and add another wonder if the world to my very short list.

A: This is the second ancient civilization we'll have visited together, the first being Mayan temples in Belize. I liked how we got to climb those steps and hope we can have a bit of a hands on experience to really feel immersed in the spiritual atmosphere. Everything about the Cambodian and Khmer civilization has been fascinating to me.

R: And I was happy that we could start it all with Khmer food, including a delicious curry, a unique tomato dish, and finishing off with some mango sticky rice too.

A: While I know the food won't be as good as Vietnam I know our experience tomorrow will really make up for it.

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haitanisbug · 2 years

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Hii it's the team green anon here and i have to say this-thank you so much for hearing me out😭 i know it may seem stupid but you have no idea how many people try to jump my bones when i say that i'm actually sympathetic towards alicent and the greens cause while i just want to have a genuine conversation with no beef ;;

That being said, i think that alicent's resentment towards rhaenyra stems not so much from the power struggle and her being an heir but more from jealousy? I mean just like you said, whatever rhaenyra would or wouldn't do it was excused by viserys, it was rhaenyra who literally was called the realm's delight and while yes, she was still only a woman in everyone's eyes and not fit to be the heir many things were still excused while alicent was sold off like cattle by her power hungry father to viserys and never got to experience the 'freedom' rhaenyra had

I'd really love for them that they'd get along well just like they were still children ;; and yeas i absolutely agree that viserys played a major part in it too! Bc let's be honest, while he was arguably a good man, he wasn't a good king lmao

As a grown fucking man he literally let himself get manipulated and played by otto to get married to alicent and then when years went by he was like 'oopsie daisy why won't my girls get along🥺' while doing literally nothing to at least try and ease the conflict until the very end when shit finally hit the fan

ppl are always so stupid w/ online discourse esp when it comes to shows like this. like every character in hotd and got have so many faults. its difficult to insert our modern day morality and values to a show like this lmfao. so the hate and ppl jumping your bones is unwarranted.

'while doing literally nothing to at least try and ease the conflict until the very end when shit finally hit the fan' YES exact reason why i hate viserys. He tried so hard to keep the peace but instead of addressing the problems in the realm and his own family, he ignored it altogether or forbid discussion. At least it makes for good drama for us the viewers Lol.

and i absolutely agree with what you said about rhaenyra. Many things were excused for her, while alicent was held to a different standard. and obviously that anger manifested and brewed and is now spilling over as we saw in the past couple episodes.

also as far as having more green positive fans/posts on your dashboard... i follow @/saintshigaraki and they love alicent and i always see them reblogging green/alicent positive posts on my dashboard. you should follow them bc i think you'd like their blog!

#sending you big hearts #tj.mail #hotd

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Gonna Have a ‘Stroke

Hey there, glowing eyes in the dark. More Green Team, I guess? I mean, I got nothin' else for you, not 'til we finish this~

Here's the cover:

Ah yes, the best mercenary money can buy: Deathstroke. He looks exactly as thrilled as you'd expect to be hanging out with Commodore and Mo. I hope Deathstroke also knows that $1000 bills have been discontinued since 1969. And to show we're down with the kids, here's some hashtag humour! Haha, those kids, posting hashtags on their social media and replacing words with numbers! Also, whose bikini top is this?

I'm not sure if we somehow skipped an issue or are just in an "in media res" situation, and the captions aren't helping. But here we are, Deathstroke is already teamed up with Mo and Comm (and Mo's bodyguard), exchanging witty banter with them. Most pertinent, Deathstroke hasn't heard of Riot in the merc circles (mercles?). There's also a bad colouring error here when Deathstroke asks why Mo is in a yellow cape (it's Robin's, they found it in the Batmobile). It is coloured yellow on the first page, but then you flip the page to where the question is asked, and it's coloured grey like the rest of Mo's suit. So this is off to a great start~

Commodore puts in a phone call to JP, so we can cut over to him and Cecilia and make JP our narrator for the issue. The pair are in a pickle now, as their hotel is surrounded by paparazzi. And worse, JP spots a Riot on the roof opposite the building. The conceirge comes in, delivering Cecilia's leopard(?) cub Bubbles to her. And that's how the paparazzi (and by extention, Riot) found them: a hotel conceirge traipsing all over New York City to track down and deliver a famous movie star's exotic pet. I'm not sure if I should hate Cecilia for being dumb yet.

Speaking of things that are dumb, what's Commodore's solution to this? He phones in to the news crews that this is a publicity stunt for an alien movie that Cecilia is going to star in, and then several VTOL jets with crews in alien masks airlift the entire hotel out of the ground and to a secure location. I don't care how much money you have or if you live in a comic book, there are so many reasons why that shouldn't work. There's suspension of disbelief, and then there's suspension of an entire hotel from aircraft~

Back over with Deathstroke and friends, Deathstroke's kind of pissy about being called to do this job. He's only here as a favour to Mo's bodyguard (whose name is Abisha, but I'm just going to keep forgetting it). In fact, he's on another assignment right now, and has just brought Comm and friends along so he can watch them while doing his other job. Commodore decides to help out, pulling out and throwing a grenade that turns out to fill the hallway with expanding foam, trapping the goons shooting at them. But the actual mark Deathstroke is after is at the other end of that hallway. Oopsie!

After some more banter, Commodore then pulls out a glove that allows him to just gesture and move the foam around, keeping the goons trapped but clearing the way through the hallway. Okay, what's in that stuff, nanites? Like, I'd accept technobabble thrown at me to explain this, but I don't even get a cursory handwave. Commodore being rich isn't enough to explain these things. He's like Most-Excellent Superbat, but his power of having enough money to do anything extends to reality-warping in some cases, and that's too much for me.

Anyways, Deathstroke's mark, a dude named Manfredi, escapes on the very zipline that Deathstroke used to infiltrate the building to begin with. That's gotta be some harsh irony there. Deathstroke pursues, and Mo and Commodore follow right after. Commodore uses this as a chance to extend an official invitation to the Green Team, and Mo accepts. At the bottom, Deathstroke apprehends Manfredi easily, and then requests payment from Mo: twice the usual fee and a personal favour from Mo's dad himself. Mo accepts, despite his bodyguard's objections.

We never find out what became of the airlifted hotel. Instead, JP, LL, and Cecilia just meet up with Commodore and Mo the next day. They're on the way to meet with Deathstroke again, see if he's got the low-down on Riot or some lead that can help Cecilia with her metal arm problem. JP has reservations about the whole thing, but he's not willing to leave his sister or his two-timing romantic partner alone with Comm. Before they can get there, though, another car going the opposite way deliberately speeds up and plows into theirs.

It's Riot, who's tracked down their meeting location and intercepted them. JP tries to use Comm's super suit disc, but it turns out one of the safety features is that it locks on the DNA of the first user and won't let anyone else activate it. But just to deus ex machina it, Mo comes in with his own super suit and punches Riot in the face. Before Riot can recover, Deathstroke appears out of nowhere and follows it up with a jumpkick. Deathstroke reveals he's here early because he was using the meeting to lure out Riot. In other words, the Green Team was just bait.

Deathstroke shows off another nifty feature of Riot's powers: he can transfer and disperse his pain through his other duplicates, so no one of them ever gets too hurt. Still, you can only take a taser for so long before you pass out, even with that power. Riot goes unconscious and Deathstroke takes his payment and leaves, with a pithy explanation that he was only hired to find one Riot, not multiples or even their boss. That's some real "letter of the law" dealing, there. And the comic ends with Commodore unmasking Riot off-panel and exclaiming "But I thought you were dead!", leaving the viewer on a cliffhanger. Oh joy!

Boy, this issue is... something else, to be sure. Like, I’m not sure it’s necessarily bad, but it makes my head hurt. It’s not anger or disappointment I feel towards this comic, it’s more... exasperation. Every scene change leaves you repeating “What?“ in an exaggerated and incredulous tone. It’s the ultimate culmination of these feelings battling: everything I like in comics being absurd, and being so absurd it takes me out of the story.

My brain is constantly replaying this panel as i read, and Hobbes is winning. Though if the comic can keep it up the next five issues, this might turn out to be something actually memorable. Not if it’s ending on cliche tropes like this one’s cliffhanger, though~

#comics #reviews #Green Team #The Green Team: Teen Trillionaires #Taiblog

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Part Nine. Minecraft Dating 101

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Suuuure."

"Is this why you called me?"

He giggled. "Yeah, but—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, you're always perfect."

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

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

Why? Well, she was still figuring that out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I, uh... oh."

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

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

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

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

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

"OW! BUG!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We'll see about that..."

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

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

"Good, save the programming talk for later."

"For laaater, hmmm?" he sang flirtatiously.

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

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

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

"WhAT?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really? You wanna build a home together?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, a house?"

"A house."

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

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

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

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

"What?" she said defensively, giggling.

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

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

"Whatever you want to build," he sighed.

"You always this agreeable?"

"Only to you."

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

Dream laughed so she continued.

"I think we should build a treehouse."

"A treehouse?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dark oak."

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

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

"Dark oak planks..." she started.

"Mhm."

"Stone bricks..."

"Go on."

"And green wool for accents."

"Well, now you're just pandering."

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

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

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

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

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

"What if...."

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

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

"A little cute thing?" Dream laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, like a romantic spot?"

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

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

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

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

"Beds," Y/n corrected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

user18: BUGSY BEIN REEEAL QUIET

user4: i think i just passed out

user11: wHAT ON EARTH DREAM ADKXKH

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

user2: hey bestie i cant do this rn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I haven't been reading it."

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

"I've been too scared to."

"Too scared? Of what?"

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

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

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

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

"You're avoiding the question."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, basically. Except maybe Technoblade."

"Nah, even him."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was literally going to explode. "Wh—"

"Only I get to."

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

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

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

"Nuh-uh," he spat.

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

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

Dream was slain by Bugsy

"WHAT?! HOW?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This had turned chaotic very quickly.

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

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

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

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

"I paid them," Dream joked.

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

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

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

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

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

"Look, wait, wait, hold on—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ten?" Sapnap asked loudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhm. Okay, break!"

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

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

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

"Shame, I was quite enjoying my time."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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harryhoney-bee · 3 years

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Babymoon

Summary: Harry spent the day with his three years old, but he also loves coming home to his baby mama.

Dad!h <3

word count: 1.3k

Thank you to my friend @harrystyles-tpwk for the inspiration!!

There were a lot of things Harry cherished about fatherhood: watching a little human growing, being the main safe space to someone, guiding their little love throughout life and so much more.

One thing he didn't realize until now is how kids can be little connectors to the parent's own childhood, the experiences children go through also unlock memories in the parents.

When y/n and harry decided to have a babymoon with their little family the man couldn't help but pick Holmes Chapel, they would only be in the little city for a week, traveling to France to spend the next of their vacation there.

But even with the small number of days, Harry was determined to enjoy his time with his two little loves, well, three if you count the 6-month baby in Y/n's belly. Lorenzo was his name, picked by his big sister Cecília, a sweet 3-year-old.

Y/n would describe what she thought he would look like every time before bed, she said she wanted one with the exact same eye color as hers since Cecília got his beautiful green eyes. Harry pictures Lorenzo as y/n carbon copy but with Harry's hair.

They would spend hours imagining the unborn baby and just looking at their already-made toddler. Whenever Cecília was sleeping, the couple would be tracing every line of her face, from her forehead to her chin, mesmerized by what their love had created.

Harry always wanted kids, there was no surprise by that, in the family's barbecues, he could be found playing with his little cousins. While walking in parks he would make silly faces to the children passing by.

He always knew he was supposed to be a parent, a lot of people had calls in life, Harry’s was to create better humans for the world along with y/n, a partner who happily shared his same desires with him.

"The world it's so full of people who didn't grow up with love, I’m sure it would be a better place with everyone had their attention and necessities fulfilled, and I know it's silly, but I think raising a kid it's one of the best things you can do to create a better society," Y/n said in one of their first conversations about if they would ever want kids as a couple.

"They are just small little souls, small pieces of love, there is something so beautiful about that," she continued, with so much tenderness in her eyes.

Needless to say that Harry fell more in love with her that day, proposing to her a year after.

Even though the couple was eager to have their little love soon, they also wanted to enjoy their time as a couple doing things such as traveling and creating memories only with the two of them.

Cecília came almost three years later, she was an oopsie baby, for Harry and y/n surprise. Lorenzo, however, was planned. The baby was gonna have three years and a half age cap with his sister, the couple wanted it to be less, but they struggled to get pregnant for a while.

But now y/n showing a beautiful round belly, Harry couldn't get enough of it, kissing and talking to his baby boy every time.

Even though Harry loves having time together with the whole family, he also knows the importance of having one on one time, especially now that the family dynamics were slowly changing to receive the new baby.

So that's the reason he and Cecília are spending the afternoon together in Holmes Chapel’s downtown. Cecí was sitting in front of him eating a chocolate cupcake (y/n doesn't like for her to eat that much sugar, but Harry let her since it's only for today).

"Did you know this was my favorite treat when I was a kid too, sweetheart? Harry said, eating the same cupcakes as her, "this was the same bakery I used to work at, too."

"Really daddy? Here?" Cecília asked, looking at her dad in wonder, her small hand around the small cake.

"Yeah, fun isn't it?"

"Yes, I wanna be a baker when I grow up," she said, smiling at him.

"Well, I’m sure you gonna be the best baker in this whole world," no matter how much she looked like Harry, the smile Cecília had was always totally from her mother.

"What about we go walk in the park for a bit? Do you want that?" Harry asked, they were almost finished, and the weather was perfect for an afternoon in nature.

When she was done harry was ready to leave, but her small hangs tugged at Harry's shirt, "Daddy, I wanna bring a cake to mommy and baby brother"

Harry looked down at her, taking her in his arms, "You are such a caring girl! Let's get mommy a cupcake then."

"And baby Lorenzo too, daddy!" She pouted

"He's still in mommy's tummy, Cecí, he doesn't eat like us," he tried to explain, while pointing at the different cupcakes on the counter, "what about this one? She loves strawberries!"

"This one daddy! This one!" She peeped

They ended up buying three, one for Anne and Gemma as well since they were staying at their house for the week. Cecília looked happier buying the cupcake for the other than when she was eating one, little-loving baby.

The walk in the park was amazing. Cecília fed the duck and played on the playground, she would also twirl her summer dress whenever she got the chance. Harry also showed her one treehouse he built when he was younger, the little girl was thrilled to see it.

When it was time to come Harry placed her baby seat, both of them singing Queen, when they finally got home Cecília made grabby hands to Harry, who bent down to talk to her.

"Daddy, you tell mommy I bought the cupcake, ok?"

Harry laughed, holding her on his hips while the other held the bakery's package, "Of course, Cecí, you were the one who picked them anyways."

When Harry opened the door and saw his beautiful wife laying down on the couch, feet up because her ankles were really swollen lately. She was watching Mamma Mia, her favorite movie.

"Mommy, mommy!" Cecília yelled, Harry put her down on the floor and gave the bakery package in her hands, "close your eyes, I have a surprise for you."

Y/n closed her eyes, a beautiful smile on her face, one of her hands resting on her bump, "what is it, Cecí?"

Cecília stood right in front of her on the couch, "open mommy."

The woman opened her eyes, being with three cupcakes and a smiling girl, "did you bring this to mommy, baby?" She asked while putting Cecília to sit by her side, "you are so kind, thank you, my love."

Harry got close to the two girls, putting Cecí on his lap and giving y/n a kiss on the lips, "how are you? Is the little guy being good to you?" He asked.

"I threw up three times today, but I'm better now, I just wish this heartburn would stop."

"Baby is being bad, mommy?" Ceci asked, worry on her small face.

"No, love, Lorenzo is a very nice baby, mommy just doesn’t feel good right now."

"I'm gonna make some tea for you, my love," Harry said, kissing her forehead and leaving the living room, only the sounds of the tv and his two girls being heard.

He made tea and three bowls of fruit for them, but when he came back to the couch he was met with Y/n and Cecí sleeping. The small girl with her head on her mother's chest and y/n's hand on her little back.

Harry placed the bowls on the table, taking a duvet and putting on them. He just couldn't wait for Lorenzo to arrive, so they can all be together.

He loved his little family more than anything in the world.

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misfit-fics · 3 years

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Demon Rehab For Dummies

Summary: (Y/N) started seeing seven demons when she was 10. Through the years they all disappeared, all but one. Namjoon. A demon who has not so creepily, creepily, very creepily been in love with her for years.

Genre: fluff, crack, extremely minimal angst, idiots to lovers, romantic-comedy

Word count: 7384

Rating: Teen

Warnings: mentions of suggestive & kinky themes, a handful of cursing, a story with a plot but not doesn’t exactly have a plot, a stubborn (Y/N) who dismisses love confessions & genuine flirting, an unspoken confession

A/N: Hey! we're back, it's been a while. We're starting school in a while but it will be gamble if we'll be more active or not. Well... we ARE active but just not posting? Yeah, you know what I mean. This has been sitting in our drafts for a while now and we're posting it now... although it's pretty unedited, feel free to address any oopsies. Hope who ever finds this enjoys reading!

At the ripe young age of ten (Y/N) began seeing seven men. Which- would’ve (should’ve) freaked any kid out but you know (Y/N) is just kinda quirky like that so she didn't really mind much. The men were nice and played with her anyway, and the only weird thing was that sometimes they would bring her dead birds.

At age eleven (Y/N) noticed that one of the men was missing.It didn’t affect her much except for the fact that this particular one would help her find things and she’d lost almost all of her socks since he disappeared. Not to mention the increase of bug bites after he left. The darn things seemed like they multiplied exponentially after a month.

By twelve only two of the men had disappeared, at this point (Y/N) not only lived in sandals (she still couldn’t find her socks) but she also couldn’t explain why her hair was burning off every time she tried to straighten it (her lil demon friends didn’t want her to, you’d think after almost 3 years of having men following her around and telling her what to do she’d get with the program already.) Her dog her parents had given her when she was 9 started disappearing quite often after he left. He always came back with a single sock that would disappear the next morning.

By thirteen (Y/N) had developed a crush (more like unhealthy obsession) on one of the men, Namjoon. The third year was also the year when Jimin disappeared, taking all of her favorite shoes with him. That year she had prayed to whoever was listening because her parents really couldn’t afford to keep buying her socks and shoes, and because she definitely couldn’t afford to shave her head.

By fourteen, Hoseok, the man who had cheered her up whenever she needed it, had gone, leaving a tidal wave of bad luck in his wake. He had a great deal in keeping (Y/N) happy, although some of his antics made her want to punch him, it never turned out that way.

When she was fifteen no one left… except for the dog. Aside from that, the only thing that left was her social life (It wasn’t like she had one before but you know it was still a little rough). (Y/N) began to depend more and more on her demons. She had become great friends with the oldest, Seokjin, who cooked for her when her parents went on trips.

At sixteen Yoongi left and the nightmares began. And with the nightmares came the growth of (Y/N)’s relationship with Namjoon. Namjoon became her protector, along with sometimes Seokjin, who still cooked for her and cared for her altogether when she couldn’t.

At seventeen, (Y/N) was informed that when she turned eighteen Seokjin would be leaving, on account that they didn’t need each other anymore. (Y/N) had been torn up when he told her and even more when he left. He didn’t take anything when he left other than a piece of (Y/N)’s heart.

At eighteen, (Y/N) moved away from her parents house with Namjoon trailing behind her (He even had lil demon suitcases and everything,) following her every move.

“I really don’t understand why you had to follow me out of my parents house. I thought spirits are supposed to be attached to a general area…” (Y/N) took to unpacking a box in the small apartment she now lived in.

“(Y/N) how many times do we have to go over this, I'm a demon, DE-MON.” Namjoon clapped his hands with each syllable. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist at the self-proclaimed demon.

“Demon, ghost, same thing.” She shrugged her shoulders, “same thing as to-may-to, to-mah-to.”

“It is not the same thing!” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) like it was obvious.

(Y/N) snorted, “Okay Casper.” She continued pulling out the items in the box.

Namjoon looked flabbergasted, “CASPER!?” Namjoon put a hand over his chest and widened his eyes. (Y/N) looked up at the demon with a raised brow,

“Geez Casper, why are you so offended? I’ve called you Casper before, Casper.” (Y/N) struggled to keep in her laughter, trying to keep a straight face as she looked at Namjoon.

Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “I think I shall simply cease to exist in your realm.”

(Y/N) looked back down at the almost empty box, “You wouldn’t do that, you love me too much, my dearest Casper.” She said in a singsong voice, “Oh hey I found a sock.” She pulled out said sock from the box, it had yellow stripes. :]

“I think Jungkook took the mate to that when he left.” (Y/N) threw the sock at Namjoon with a loud ‘FUCK!’

“I mean we could try and summon him to see if he’ll return your socks.” Namjoon shrugged.

“I wouldn’t even try.” She started putting the random items in their new places.

“You should put Juno on the window sill rather than the coffee table, I mean cacti do need sun.” Namjoon looked at the little green prickle plant.

“I’m sure if i didn’t tell you how to parent your child, it would’ve been confiscated by child protective services.” Namjoon crossed his arms and looked at Juno who had been (rightfully so) moved to the window sill.

“Casper- Juno is a cactus. There is no CPS (Cactus Protective Services).” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon with her own arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised, “Now if you could- Can you please go unpack a few boxes?” (Y/N) shooed Namjoon away before her eyes widened and she added in, “NOTHING LABELED FRAGILE!”

“You know if we painted a wall or two in here, it would liven up the place so much…” Namjoon looked around the bland apartment, “Maybe an accent wall over here. A floor lamp over there. A new plant in the kitchen. It wouldn’t hurt you to give Juno some siblings.”

(Y/N) looked flabbergasted, “You want me to pop out another child?!”

“No I mean-” Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“-OUT OF MY WALLET?!? MY BARELY 21 DOLLARS!?” (Y/N) got her wallet out and zipped it open. She shook it in the demon’s face, about 26 pennies, 2 nickels, 1 dime, and a quarter fell out. It was followed by a single, folded, 5 dollar bill.

“I don’t think that’s 21 dollars, (Y/N)” Namjoon looked down at the floor, where one or more of the coins had caught onto his feet.

“I have a gift card.” She pulled out the cheap plastic, silver, $25 visa gift card (that didn’t have 25 dollars) with a bit of a struggle.

“How much exactly is on that gift card (Y/N)?” Namjoon eyed the flimsy silver object.

“You expect me to know- I mean probably more than 10 dollars!” Namjoon raised a brow at the statement. “Okay, maybe about 3.69.” Namjoon sighed, massaging his temples. (Y/N) bent down to put the money back into her wallet like a pigeon eating bread crumbs the old lady on the bench threw onto the floor.

Namjoon walked away from the pigeon-girl and grabbed a notepad and pen that was left on the kitchen counter. “We’re making you a to-do list.” He stated, clicking the pen.

“WE haven’t even unpacked all the boxes yet.” (Y/N) whined, pointing at the last large box in the middle of the hallway. Namjoon looked to where she pointed and shrugged.

“It says Christmas decorations.”

“EXACTLY! VERY. IMPORTANT.” she clapped her hands in between each word.

“It’s February.” He said.

“It’s still winter.” (Y/N) reasoned, finally done picking up the money. She plopped herself down onto the small brown couch.

“Okay so first off you need a job.” He wrote it down onto the notepad, the pen scratching being overlapped by a loud gasp from the human in the room.

“You dare ignore me?!” She yelled offendedly at the demon who glanced at her before looking back down at what he was writing.

“You also need to go to the supermarket.”

“I told you I barely have any money.”

“Your parents gave you some money.”

“Oh, you’re right.”

“And also, you should walk to the school and find a short route to get there.” Namjoon pulled out a literal map.

(Y/N) pouted, “I thought you were gonna walk me to all my classes to deter all the frat boys from coming my way…”

“I did say that,” he confirmed before continuing. “But I mean to get to the actual school grounds.”

“But we have a car.” She had drawnout the ‘but,’ trying to make her point that she didn’t need to walk.

“But you need exercise.” He reasoned, mimicking the way she had said her words.

“Are you calling me fat?”

“No.”

“Yes you are.”

“(Y/N) i’m not.”

“Yeah you ARE, Casper.”

“Would you PLEASE call me by my actual name for once?”

“Sure thing. Rap Monster.” She teased, the ground started shaking. (Y/N) let out a loud screech looking up at the demon who’s eyes were rolled back. “OH FUCK YOU!”

The shaking died down, Namjoon staring down at the girl who was now underneath the coffee table. “This is why you’re still here!” she cried.

“You want me gone?” Namjoon questioned, offendedly. (Y/N) army crawled her way from her ‘safe spot.’

“I DIDN’T SAY THAT!” She yelled, returning the offended tone.

“I’m out,” Namjoon pivoted on his heel, walking to the front door robotically.

“Noooo!”

“Will I ever see my socks again?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon with hope, “I mean having shoes would be great too though.”

“What’s wrong with living in sandals? Birkenstocks are very comfortable.” Namjoon pivoted around with a candle in his hand.

“It’s winter.” (Y/N) frowned.

“You could always use mine?” He gestured to the shoes at the shoe rack at the front door. The ones that were closed toed…

“Your feet are too big.” (Y/N) looked over at the shoes, then looked down at her own feet, then at the demon.

“Size didn’t matter Last night with your sweaters?”

“That’s different, Namjoon.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Size.” Namjoon smirked.

“Different.” (Y/N) stood confidently.

“You know, you could always just go buy new socks?” Namjoon looked at her oddly.

“I usually wait to get them for Christmas, you should know this by now.”

“Independence.” He stated.

“You’re a hypocrite.” Namjoon let out a ‘huh?’ and (Y/N) continued, “You said independence when you’re dependent on me.”

“That isn’t my fault.” Namjoon raised his hands in defense.

“It kind of is though…” (Y/N) shrugged, Namjoon opened his mouth to retort but was quickly cut off, “I’m literally a rehab center for you.”

“Apparently you’re not a nicely rated one.” Namjoon shook his head.

“I’ve helped 6 other demons, Namjoon. You’re just being difficult.” (Y/N) poked his chest really hard before retracting her hand.

“Ouch,” he put his hand over his heart where she had poked him, “You shouldn’t be saying these things to your client.”

“I didn’t ask to get a client or even BE a rehab center.”

“The reason why you became a rehab center was because you decided that humans were ugly and disgusting.”

“The reason why you ended up with me was because you did something bad and you just now decided to be a good person and it’s not turning out well for you.”

“For your information, I could have left a long time ago.” Namjoon crossed his arms, with an audible exhale from his nose. He stared down at the rehab center.

“And why didn’t you, hm?” (Y/N) crossed her arms also with a raised brow. Namjoon kept quiet, debating how to answer, keeping eye contact as if it was an olympic staring contest.

“You.” He said. (Y/N) snorted, ready to insult the patient. “-would’ve starved to death by now if I hadn’t stayed with you until now.” He finished, (Y/N) gasped, reaching up and hitting Namjoon on the shoulder.

“You. Jerk. Get. Away. From. Me.” She hit him harder every word before waddling away into the hallway from the chuckling demon.

“No problem,” Namjoon disappeared with a veil of sparkles out of view.

(Y/N) thrusted open the door to her new bedroom. Continuing her waddle to the end of the full size bed. Facing the head board, she plopped the top half of her body onto the bed front first. Namjoon reappeared about 6 feet away from her with a loud poof and a burst of sparkles scattering around the room.

“Go away.” (Y/N)’s face was still shoved into the mattress, “Seriously shoo.” (Y/N) lifted her arm off the bed to wave him off.

“I won’t go. You can’t make me.” Namjoon walked towards the bed hesitantly, scared to get fucking murdered by his prison warden, “Move over. Give me some room.”

“Go sleep in my closet.” (Y/N) flipped the demon off.

“You’d prefer nightmares over your dearest Casper?”

“Yes.” Namjoon sat down on the bed, his knee almost hitting the girl’s head. “I thought I said in the closet.”

“And I prefer the bed.” Namjoon leaned forward and took (Y/N) by her hands and pulled her closer to himself with an annoyed groan from her. She was pulled until her head was laid on his chest, wrapping his arms around her.

“I hate you.” (Y/N) grumbled into her demon-pillow.

“I know.”

“You live because I allow it, and that is it to be my flesh pillow.”

“Okay, now sleep.”

“But why do you have to leave?” (Y/N) looked up at her bunk buddy, her chin was impaling the person’s chest.

“I have to. I'm ready to go.” Yoongi looked crestfallen, “They said I could have one more night. But then, when I leave, I can pass on my role.”

“Could you maybe not steal my socks?” (Y/N) pouted at Yoongi who chuckled in response. “This is a genuine request.” She said with slight seriousness in her tone.

“You don’t have any to steal anyways,” he rolled his eyes with an endearing smirk that replaced his dispirited look just seconds before.

“Ok just- don’t go stealing any of my clothing, I need it.” (Y/N) clicked her tongue, not denying the fact that she was sockless.

“I won’t. I don’t need your clothing.” Yoongi shrugged, “I might take your guinea pig though. Meatloaf is cute.”

“YOU wouldn’t DARE take Meatloaf from me.” She glared

“I can and I will.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest and looked towards the cage that housed Meatloaf. (Y/N) groaned, unlatching an arm that was sandwiched between the bed and Yoongi’s back. She planted her palm smack in the middle of the demon’s face, covering his view of the poor guinea pig.

“No.” She patted his face, Yoongi’s eyes now squeezed shut.

“I can lick your hand.” he threatened, his voice muffled and jumpy from the wacky hand.

“You’re gross,” she moved her hand up, now only covering his eyes and revealing a gummy smile from Yoongi.

“It’s sleep time,” he declared. (Y/N) whined in response, “I’ll be here in the morning to say goodbye one more time okay?”

“Promise?”

“Never said that,” he hummed.

“You jerk,” she groaned, laying her head sideways. Her ear over his heart, engraving the sound into her mind.

Like a cliche love story, (Y/N) woke up to no one but herself on the bed. Through groggy eyes, she could see that poor Meatloaf was gone too.

“I tried to stop him from taking Meatloaf I swear.” Namjoon uncrossed his arms from over his chest when he noticed that (Y/N) was awake.

“Did you really?” (Y/N) sat up in bed.

“I did, I swear,” he said immediately, “I have proof.”

“By proof, do you mean you broke something?” Namjoon took a deep breath figuring out whether or not to say yes or no.

“I… never said that.” He decided on dying, his words drifting off in nervousness.

“So… you did?” She concluded, Namjoon nodded slowly, his eyes down on the floor.

“Yea…” (Y/N) sighed, trying to find anger to cover up a tsunami of sadness that was approaching.

“It’ll be okay. We can summon him every once in a while. Maybe while we’re at it we can try to get your socks back.” Namjoon smiled and hoped it would make her feel better while the reality of things had begun to set in for him. All of the boys loved (Y/N) with all of their hearts but he was the only one willing to stay for the long run.

“I don’t think people want to go back to a rehab center, Namjoon.” (Y/N) let the tears begin to pour.

“(Y/N) it’ll be okay…” Namjoon went over to sit on the bed next to (Y/N), “Seriously we’ll get through this.” Namjoon put a hesitant hand onto (Y/N)’s shoulder and began trying to comfort her.

“I know- I know but-” (Y/N) sniffled, “Hold on, my mascara will run.”

“You’re not wearing any?-” Namjoon raised a brow and looked at (Y/N) like ‘bih-’

“Shush.” (Y/N) shushed Namjoon before shaking off his hand and placing her head on his shoulder.

“You know you can’t prevent me from getting a boyfriend forever.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon before continuing to pack her bag for school.

“I can and I will.” Namjoon slung his own bag over his shoulder. He was definitely a professor.

“You can’t make me be single forever.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and slung her backpack onto her shoulders.

“Your preferences in men are horrible (Y/N), I'm not trying to prevent you from getting a man.” Namjoon said in a matter of fact voice, moving and opening the front door, letting (Y/N) pass through before he walked out behind her.

She scoffed, “maybe you should hook me up with someone, maybe then you can leave rehab.”

“I miss Meatloaf,” Namjoon said solemnly, changing the subject.

“Why do you always change the subject when I bring up my love life?” (Y/N) complained, stomping her foot as they walked down the hallway of the apartment building toward the elevator.

“Do you think Yoongi will respond if we try to summon him?” He ignored the question.

“Hey Joon? Is your dick ribbed? I heard all the demon dicks were ribbed.”

Namjoon stopped in his tracks, putting his feet together and staring down at the human with a face screaming ‘what-the-fuck?’ (Y/N) had a boxy smile on her face, waiting for a response. “Who the fuck did you hear that from?”

“A fanfic I read, it was a group called DTS,” she shrugged. “Is it right though?” she leaned forward slightly in high expectations.

“Well-” Namjoon paused, “uhhh…” his eyes darted around. “Mine… isn’t.”

“Damn- that’s really disappointing,” (Y/N) frowned, throwing down an imaginary hat onto the ground and continuing walking with Namjoon following behind her.

“Why is it disappointing? You’re a virgin.” Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

“Why would you think I’m a virgin?” (Y/N) looked offended. They stopped in front of the closed silver elevator doors, Namjoon hit the down button before responding.

“You literally had no social life in middle and high school and depended on demons who were attached to you by force in order to not lose your ability to speak in English.” Namjoon raised a finger, “Plus I’ve known you since you were ten and unless it was before that… I would know.” He slipped into the elevator, turning around and walking backwards. A know-it-all smirk plastered on his face while (Y/N) had an annoyed look on her own.

“Can we just- stop before we start arguing about my sex life?” She marched forward into the elevator like a preteen going into their room after an argument with their parents.

“How did you even become a professor?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon confused. “Couldn’t you have just you know… poofed yourself from people’s view when I go to school?”

“I need something to do while you’re in class. I might as well teach asshole frat boys how to do business math amiright.” Namjoon chuckled.

“I mean… you can just be the ghost you are and haunt me n’ stuff?” (Y/N) suggested, “I mean you already do that, Casper.”

“That’s Professor Casper to you.” Namjoon laughed too hard at his own joke.

“Ew,” (Y/N) cringed. “I’d rather call you Daddy Casper.”

“Only in the bedroom.” Namjoon looked at the human.

“Sex doesn’t always have to be private.” (Y/N) stared back at the demon, flipping her hair back. “Wait- are YOU a virgin then?” She asked, bringing back the topic from earlier, but this time about Namjoon.

“Classified.” Namjoon glared.

“So you ARE a virgin?” (Y/N) snorted a laugh, “And you call yourself a demon.”

“Not all demons are incubi or succubi, your demon-racist.” Namjoon accused.

“I am not demon-racist.” (Y/N) looked up at the tall demon, “I’m human.”

“You’re not a human, you’re the personification of the word ‘dumbass.’” He said, poking the proclaimed dumbass on the forehead.

“Rude of you to assume what I am, Casper.” (Y/N) smacked away his hand and pushed Namjoon not so gently on the shoulder.

“Now you’re the hypocrite,” Namjoon glared, “Professor Casper.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Daddy Casper.”

Namjoon frowned, “If you’re so persistent on not calling me Professor, then just Daddy works fine.”

The girl shrugged, “I’d prefer to just call you Daddy Casper, but without the Daddy part.”

“But what if I want to be called Daddy Casper.” Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as they walked through the gates of the school, the walk soon enough would be coming to an end.

“Woahhhh down bessie.” (Y/N) lifted her hands and moved them in a downward motion, “Save it for the student who’s gonna try to fuck you for their grade.”

Namjoon laughed again, “You say it as if it won’t be you trying to fuck for an A.”

“I don’t get how an idiot like you got a job as a professor.” (Y/N) punched Professor Namjoon on the shoulder who was still laughing at the insult he pulled out his ass against the girl.

“I don’t know how an idiot like you got into college.” Namjoon rubbed his shoulder and then pushed (Y/N) back with a grin on his face. The bell conveniently rang, ending the conversation and forcing the pair to speed their way over to the classrooms.

“You know I saw one of the sorority girls eyeing you, I think we’ve found our fuck-for-a-grade person.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “You wouldn’t fuck her right?”

“I would never fuck one of my students.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “Plus I don’t like cheerleaders, I like depressed freshmen who can see demons and that double time as rehab facilities.”

“I am not a rehab facility. I am a struggling freshman.” (Y/N) clapped at Namjoon.

“No you’re not a rehab facility, you’re my rehab facility.” Namjoon smiled cheekily, “And the way I see it you are not a struggling freshman, you live with a professor that helps you with most of your homework.”

“Eh- The one thing you don’t help with is stress relief.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “The least you could do is let me go out and find a boyfriend.”

“You HAVE a boyfriend.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) seriously.

“WHERE? WHO?” (Y/N)’s eyes frantically searched the room.

“HERE! ME!” Namjoon pointed at himself and then widened his eyes.(Y/N) looked at Namjoon with a raised brow, her frantic eyes stopping and looking the demon up and down.

“I didn’t know you had a rental-boyfriend service?” (Y/N) said in genuine shock, “I don’t have any money though so-“

“You don’t have to rent me.” Namjoon scoffed, “I’m right here and I cost no money.”

“I don’t take charity work, sorry.” Namjoon groaned and covered his face with a hand.

“You’re literally the most stubborn person I know.”

“I’m trying to keep my single streak here, thank you very much.”

“Wait so we aren’t dating?”

“You thought we were dating?”

“You didn’t think that?”

“You like me?”

“You didn’t know?”

“I mean- you never said it-”

“I literally said it seconds ago, (Y/N).”

“Well yeah, seconds ago I guess but I mean before?”

“I literally confessed to you when we were looking for apartments to move out of your parents house.”

“When?-”

“What about this place then?”

“I like it.”

“More than you like me?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“Are you questioning my love for you?”

“Bitch, maybe I am.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Why shouldn’t I be questioning it then, hmm?”

“I’m literally helping you look for a home that we both will move into.”

“That proves nothing.”

“Bitch- If that doesn’t say ‘I LOVE YOU’ I don’t know what does.”

“Oh, I don't know. Maybe saying ‘I love you’ straight up?”

“Fine.”

“I love you.”

“Nice.”

“Ohhhhhh.” (Y/N) smiled, “You meant that?”

Namjoon looked at her with a blank face. She stared back waiting for an answer that didn’t come.

“So… you do mean it?” She confirmed it herself. The demon nodded slowly, waiting for her to process it.

“(Y/N)? You good?” Namjoon waved a hand in front of her face.

“You know,” she started, finally having rebooted her system. “There’s a lot of things wrong with this relationship. First of all, you’re a demon and I'm a human.”

“Not the first time I've heard of that type of relationship.”

“Secondly, you’re supposed to leave soon considering you’ve delayed it enough. Even using my personified dreamcatcher as compensation to stay longer.”

“I’m pretty sure at this point, they’ve given up on trying to get me back.”

“Third of all, it’s weird that you’ve literally known me since I was ten.” She held up ten fingers, “How old are you again?”

“Not that old for a demon,” he shrugged.

“Exactly. For a demon, thank you for proving my point.” Namjoon went to retort but (Y/N) continued. “Fourth, teacher and student relationships are weird.”

“People roleplay it in the bedroom?” Namjoon shrugged once again.

“Exactly,” she said again.

“It’s technically not weird since you’re not my student though. You’re definitely not a business major so…” Namjoon weighed the pros and cons of being caught with a student even if said student isn’t even one of his.

“I’m an English Major- BUT that’s besides the point. You’ve still known me since I was ten.” (Y/N) poked Namjoon’s chest.

“Hey it’s not like I was creeping on you when you were a kid…” Namjoon raised his hands in defense.

“No you just started creeping on me when I was around sixteen.”

“It’s more acceptable than pedophiles!”

“You’re like three hundred!” She exclaimed, she threw her hands above her head to

“Add about seven-hundred years to that.” Namjoon added with slight hesitation.

(Y/N) stood there, mouth agape, trying to do the mental math.

“You’re one-thousand?!”

“Give or take some.”

“I- I’m going to remove myself from this situation.” (Y/N) walked away.

[:] I ran out of image things, so we get text from now on. [:]

“Maybe I should start sleeping in the closet.” Namjoon voiced his thoughts as he was grading papers one night.

“You don’t have to sleep in the closet.” (Y/N) looked at the demon from across the kitchen table.

“The closet is comfortable.” Namjoon shrugged before voicing his concerns about the student’s work, “I’m pretty sure this student is gonna try to suck my dick for an A. This work sucks ass. How did she even get x=34? The answer is x=0!”

“I’m bad at math, don't look at me.” (Y/N) jotted a note down on her work before closing her notebook.

“But anyway- Back on track. Why do you want to start sleeping in the closet?” (Y/N) raised a questioning brow.

“Because the bed is awkward now.” Namjoon sighed before writing a bold ‘10/35’ down on the paper and circling it. (Y/N) glanced over at the paper that was marked red at every inch of it.

“You should put ‘see me after class’ on it. Maybe she’ll suck your non-ribbed demon dick.” (Y/N) suggests as she puts away her notebook. Namjoon’s fist hit the table in annoyance with a loud sigh that definitely said ‘i’m not getting some dumb bitch to suck my dick.’ The girl snorted, “Geez, no need to be so rough on the table.”

“Stop bringing up my non-ribbed demon dick.” Namjoon glared across the table.

“You admit that it’s not ribbed? That’s rough, man.” (Y/N) sighed sympathetically. “Some people are into that, you know.” Namjoon facepalmed, a bit too harshly, a loud smack echoing in the cramped apartment. “No need to be so rough, Casper.”

“You’d probably like it rough, and why the hell are you so bent on the fact that my dick isn’t ribbed?” Namjoon glared, moving onto the next student’s paper.

“We’ve taken the god damn BDSM test together, Casper. You KNOW I'd like it rough.” (Y/N) said in a smart-ass tone, knowing for a fact that they’ve done the test before.

“That shit lies,” Namjoon declared, “I’m not a bottom.”

“We know sweetie, we know. The test did you dirty.” (Y/N) weighed her options before ultimately deciding not to cross the room to comfort her demon. “But you know, the test DID have some direct questions-”

“You mean like the golden showers?”

“Ew, why would you even bring that up.”

“You said ‘direct questions.'” Namjoon shrugged.

“That question was traumatic.” (Y/N) shuddered, “But anyway, You can keep sleeping in the bed. It’s only awkward for you. Plus you can’t even be a demon dreamcatcher from a closet.”

“I can and I will. Now go get ready for bed. I'll join you in a bit. I have to email the kids' advisor.”

[:] Oh wow, another spliter [:]

“What’s awkward about this?” (Y/N) asked, ignorant to the fact that it was very awkward. Her legs were wrapped around the demon’s waist, who was laying down as straight as a log uncomfortably.

“Everything is uncomfortable.” Namjoon tried to push (Y/N) off of him.

“This is where you’re wrong,” (Y/N) states. “Your chesticles are very comfortable.” She furthered her point, by moving her head and weirdly nuzzling her cheek into his chest.

“(Y/N) get off of me.” Namjoon was now really uncomfortable.

“No.” (Y/N) pulled Namjoon’s log-body closer.

“Please?” Namjoon wiggled some more, “Seriously (Y/N) get off.”

“No…” (Y/N) held Namjoon tighter, “Imma go sleep now.”

“Ok (Y/N).” With that Namjoon pushed (Y/N) up and off of him and climbed out of bed and into the closet.

(Y/N) whined, “Nooooooo!” She looked at the closet through her eyebrows. “Are you hiding something from me?” She accused the demon.

“Excuse me?” Namjoon opened the closet door a bit.

“Oh my god- are you a closet gay?” She gasped loudly.

“WHAT?” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) from the crack in the doorway.

“It’s okay! You don’t need to use a fake confession to hide it from me.” She comforted the demon, “I will support you 1000 percent.”

“I’M NOT GAY!” Namjoon wiggled around in the closet before emerging from the space.

“Okay okay- but just so you know, there’s nothing wrong with being gay, Casper. Closeted or not.” She hummed, her words being muffled as she slowly put her face into the mattress.

“It’s been awkward since you basically called me a cradle robber, you stubborn piece of shit.” Namjoon blushed at his confession.

“I thought you didn’t care about that earlier.” (Y/N) looked back up, taking a deep breath of air after almost suffocating herself.

“Well I did.” Namjoon huffed out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“Well that sucks,” (Y/N) said blandly, “I was thinking of saying I love you.”

“The fuck- wait,” Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“Night night.”

[:] Cockadoodle-Doo it's morning [:]

The next morning came around quickly for (Y/N), though I wouldn’t say the same for Namjoon. Having him overthinking the “postponed” love confession from (Y/N). Meanwhile, though the night was quick, the morning dragged the girl by the toilet paper stuck at the bottom of her shoe.

Frown plastered on her face, seemingly deep in thought. She was unmoving in her seat aside from her wrist moving to stir the half eaten cereal in front of her. Namjoon sat across from her, “You can stop thinking, you’re going to hurt your head.”

The insult snapped the girl out of her concentration, she looked up and clicked her tongue. “I was just thinking about you. You want me to stop doing that?”

Namjoon raised a brow, “Depends on what you were thinking about.”

“I was wondering if we could summon the boys,” (Y/N) smiled before continuing, “Maybe get my socks back…”

“Are you saying you’d enjoy the company of your socks more than you with me?” Namjoon asked rhetorically with a shocked expression. (Y/N) gagged and rolled her eyes.

“Namjoon…” she said with a honey coated tone. “Are you saying you don’t know that I know you’ve used MY socks before?” The accused had a shocked look on his face that looked like he was on the verge of throwing up.

(Y/N) started snickering, amused by the demon’s expression. “As if I'd use your cheap ass yellow striped socks,” Namjoon aimed his nose at the ceiling. The girl laughed harder, finding the insult to her socks a bit too amusing.

“Okay, back on topic,” she said in between giggles, “We’ll get back to this later.” Namjoon shook his head, unamused unlike the person across from him.

The offended sock insulter cleared his throat, “We should have enough time before we need to go to the school to summon one of them.” He said in a factual voice, (Y/N) nodded as she took a glance at the time that read 7:23 am.

“What did we need again?” She got up from the stool she sat on, abandoning the poor soggy cereal. Namjoon got up also with a hum of thought.

“Candles and a lighter are the main things, obviously,” He says. (Y/N) nodded going into one of the kitchen cabinets for the items. “And if we’re summoning all of them, we’d need offerings…” Namjoon drifted off.

(Y/N) put down the candles onto the marble counter and looked at Namjoon questionably, “So… we need another hamster and dog?” This made the demon pause before nodding slowly, the situation becoming a bit more difficult than it needed to be now.

“And then what about Hobi? What he took wasn’t exactly… a physical object?” She also put it into consideration and clicked her tongue. “I’m still mad at you for sacrificing my literal source of happiness and good luck for yourself.” Namjoon’s jaw dropped.

“I thought we were past this!” He threw his hands up in the air, (Y/N) flipping him off simultaneously.

“Maybe you were,” she sassed, pointing fingers with a half assed glare.

“Technically, it wasn’t a sacrifice, (Y/N).” He said, crossing his arms.

“Well-” She was cut off by the demon.

“Nuh uh, It was just him choosing to leave and wanting to stay,” he snapped, not in a harsh way though.

“But-”

“You know what, let’s just try and summon them another day. I don’t think it’d work anyways.” Namjoon said, dismissing the topic by waving his hand, taking a glance at the tree outside.

[:] Wooshy flash back time I guess [:]

“Why are you still here?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “I mean weren’t you supposed to leave this year?”

“I was supposed to leave instead of Hobi last year. I asked to stay.” Namjoon was sitting nonchalantly in one of the lounge chairs in her parents' living room reading the book she was supposed to be reading for school.

“Why didn’t you leave when you were supposed to?” (Y/N) looked at the demon, a look of confusion evident on her features.

“Who else is supposed to write your book reports for school?” Namjoon smirked while holding up the book before going back to reading said book.

“Then why did Hobi leave? Did he not want to be attached anymore?” (Y/N) began to tear up.

“It’s not that. I asked to stay because I felt I wasn’t ready to leave yet and Hoseok felt he was ready to leave. Most of the time, we leave when our time comes (Y/N). Hobi and mine were at the same time and I wanted to stay so I stayed.” Namjoon smiled at (Y/N).

“But why didn’t Hobi want to stay?” (Y/N)’s tears were flowing freely at this point.

“(Y/N)! Are you crying?” (Y/N)’s mom came rushing downstairs to investigate why her only child was crying.

“I’m fine.” Even (Y/N) wasn’t convincing herself, “Really Mom, I’m just over exhausted. I’m gonna go up to my room.”

[:] And back to the present :) [:]

“Are you almost ready to go?” Namjoon popped his head into the bedroom, “We have to leave soon if you want to be on time for school.”

“I’m almost ready, relax. And don’t you have a class to teach and a non-ribbed dick to get sucked by that one bitch for an A?” (Y/N) scoffed from where she was printing an essay that Namjoon had written the night before.

Namjoon started counting down from five, “Five- You better fucking get your ass in gear or you’re gonna be late. Four- Seriously (Y/N). Three- Professor Howard can’t give you another pass just because he likes you. Two-” Namjoon got cut off by (Y/N).

“I’m ready, asshole.” (Y/N) looked at him, “You better not let that bitch Brianna suck your dick.”

“I won’t let her suck my dick!” Namjoon raised his hands in defense, “What about my toes though?” (Y/N) looked at the demon with a face of disgust and looked at him from head to toe.

“Are you Namjoon or Taehyung?” She squinted, looking at his face.

“It was a joke!” Namjoon smirked, “But I'm sure she’ll do it for an A anyway.”

“I’m done with this conversation Casper.” With that (Y/N) slung her bag over her shoulder and left.

“Hey wait!” Namjoon grabbed his own bag before speed walking after (Y/N).

[:] Professor Casper or Daddy Casper? [:]

“SO.” (Y/N) sat down across from Namjoon in his office, “Rumour has it that you’re dating a cute english-lit major and are up for evaluation. What say you in your defense?”

“I mean I am dating a cute english-lit major. But I’m not up for evaluation, I used my demon charms to get out the punishment.”

Namjoon looked at (Y/N) seriously.

“Did you actually?” (Y/N) gaped at Namjoon.

“No. I explained that dating you is punishment enough.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples popping.

“Bastard.” (Y/N)looked at Namjoon.

“Bitch.” Namjoon smirked at (Y/N) before leaning over the desk and kissing her on the forehead, “I love you.”

“Good.” (Y/N) blushed.

There, through the window of the office, there were 6 peeping toms watching the couple.

“Adadada-uda,” Taehyung stuttered, “THEY’RE SO CUTE!”

“This looks like it’d turn out like a straight porn video on the hub,” Yoongi says bluntly.

Jungkook looked at Yoongi, “Ew straight.”

“Moving on,” Seokjin cleared his throat, “Does anyone remember when (Y/N) said I love you back?”

A series of “No’s” could be heard.

“Maybe we weren’t watching!” Jimin raised his hands, “But when were we not watching?”

“Oh I know!” Hoseok interrupted, “When they split up because of classes earlier. We left Yoongi hyung in charge just in case something happened.”

“I took a nap and must've missed it.” The guilty demon shrugged.

“No, (Y/N) definitely isn’t someone who confesses straight up.” Seokjin said, stroking his chin. The rest nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, that's why she didn’t have a man when we were still there.” Jungkook snorted.

“No JK, we all know the reason why (Y/N) was always single. Was because she was pining after Namjoon.” Jimin stated the obvious.

[:] Damn. Imagine having someone to kiss in public. Or at all. [:]

“So how do you reckon the staff caught onto us… I mean PDA really isn’t our thing.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “Who have you told?”

“I haven’t told anyone!” (Y/N) frowned, “Maybe someone saw us go home together? I bet it was that bitch Brianna. She gives off the stalker vibes.”

“I’m not gonna let her suck my dick.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “And she’s already failing my class so even if I did let her suck my non-ribbed punisher, she still would probably only have a D-.”

“Hey- I thought we stopped referring to your dick as non-ribbed.” Namjoon raised a brow, making a face that said ‘you’re-the-one-who-started-it.’

Reading his expression (Y/N) glared at the demon, “Technically you’re the one who started it because you freely admitted it freely.”

“What makes you find out the hard way that my dick isn’t ribbed?” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) suggestively before flopping namtiddie first into the couch.

“I think I would've preferred finding out the hard way.” (Y/N) flopping onto Namjoon’s hard back.

“So I can’t even have the couch to myself?” Namjoon groaned before realizing what (Y/N) meant by ‘finding out the hard way,’ “Are you saying you rather had found out in the heat of the moment after having prepared yourself for a ribbed demon dick?” Namjoon leaned his head up to bump (Y/N) who still had her fat ass on his back, “I can’t breathe, get off.”

(Y/N) rolled off of Namjoon before plopping herself down in front of Namjoon, “That’s exactly what I am saying.”

[:] Smh stalkers at every moment [:]

“And I got a big fat ass!” (Y/N) shook her ass while singing off-key.

“Your ass is everything but big, baby.” Namjoon passed (Y/N) to reach for the garlic from the spice cabinet.

The girl turned and looked at Namjoon with an offended look, “You know. As my rental boyfriend, you’re supposed to be nice.”

Garlic forgot, Namjoon turned to (Y/n) and grabbed her waist, “I’m not your rental boyfriend and you know that.”

(Y/N) laughed, “Okay go off I guess, not my rental boyfriend.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes before pushing Namjoon away.

“Woman,” Namjoon placed a hand over his heart, “You wound me.”

(Y/N) turned around and smiled at her demon, “I could argue that you’re the one that wounds me.”

“I do not wound you.” Namjoon scoffs, “But I could very well wound you if you keep saying i’m a rental boyfriend, love.”

“Well we wouldn’t want you to wound me now would we,” (Y/N) smiled up at Namjoon before leaning in and placing a quick peck to his lips, “I love you.”

Namjoon smiled before returning (Y/N)’s peck with a chaste kiss, “I love you too, baby.”

*Meanwhile from the dining room 6 men were watching from not so afar*

“Hyung! Hyung! Did you see that!” Jungkook excitedly pointed towards the couple in the kitchen.

Yoongi groaned, “See what?”

“Le gasp! How could you have missed that!” Taehyung held a hand over his heart, “(Y/N) initiated affection for once!”

Jin smiled, “It really was adorable.”

[:] Oh look, you're at the end. [:]

“Every kiss begins with consent.” Namjoon wiggled his shoulders while grading papers at the table.

(Y/N) smirked before leaning over the table and planting a large whet kiss on Namjoon’s cheek.

“Rude.” Namjoon scoffed before pulling (Y/N) in for a proper kiss.

“You know that kiss didn’t have much of my consent in it.” (Y/N) smiled before leaning in for another kiss.

“I don’t think I consented to that either though.” Namjoon smiled.

“Get back to work baby.” (Y/N) nudged Namjoon towards his pile of papers.

“Yeah yeah.” Namjoon smiled before looking down and putting a big red ‘F’ on a paper clearly marked Brianna Simms.

“When will she just drop the class?” (Y/N) chuckled, “Dumbass.”

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