✦Sleeping and cuddling at night is good… until the heat making you sweat and suffer
✦(I can’t sleep because of this fucking heat… I hate summer)
Leona Kingscholar
You were sweating. Suffering, actually.
The Savanaclaw night was already thick and warm, and having Leona sprawled on top of you, his head resting heavily on your stomach, arms wrapped around your waist like you were his personal body pillow made it ten times worse.
You tried to push him off. Useless. He was too heavy. You shook him gently. “Leona… get off me.”
He only grumbled a low “no” without even opening his eyes.
You sighed. “It’s too hot.”
“It’s not” he muttered, voice thick with sleep. Easy for him to say he’d grown up in this kind of heat.
“I’m sweating.”
“Doesn’t bother me.”
“My pajama shirt is going to be completely drenched by morning.”
Leona cracked one eye open just long enough to give a lazy, smug suggestion “Then take it off.”
That earned a soft growl from you. He just smirked against your stomach and tightened his hold.
In the end, you gave up. Leona was impossible. You grumbled under your breath about getting an air conditioner installed in his room before you finally drifted back to sleep, still trapped under him.
Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie was hugging you from behind, face buried in your hair, sleeping peacefully.
At least he was sleeping peacefully.
You were suffering under the hot night and his body heat. You tried to crawl away a little. He pulled you right back. You tried again. Same result. Again and again.
Eventually your squirming woke him up. He whined softly into your neck. “Whatcha doin’…?”
“It’s really hot…” you whispered. “I’m getting all sweaty and gross.”
Ruggie just nuzzled closer, still half asleep. “Don’t mind. Just gives you a little extra flavoring.”
“Ew! Gross!” You tried to push him away.
He laughed quietly, the sound vibrating against your back. “Kidding, kidding. Fine, I’ll move so you don’t complain in the morning.”
He scooted back just enough to give you some breathing room… but his feet stayed tangled with yours the entire night.
That much you can tolerate.
Jack Howl
You loved Jack. Every single part of him.
But right now you were seriously considering cutting all the fur off his tail.
It wasn’t enough that this huge, living, breathing oven was big spooning you, his fluffy, heavy tail was draped over you too. You felt like you were melting straight into the mattress. Trying to escape from under his arms was completely useless, so instead you carefully turned around in his hold until you were face to face with him.
You gave him a gentle shake. “Jack…”
His eyes opened slowly, still full of sleep. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” you said softly. “I’m just really hot. I’m melting under you.”
Jack’s ears instantly flattened. A deep blush spread across his face as he immediately shifted away, giving you space. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
You smiled and thanked him. A quiet minute passed. Then, very shyly, he asked “…Can I still hold your hand?”
You melted all over again, this time for a completely different reason. You took his hand. His fingers laced with yours, warm and careful. The two of you fell asleep just like that, holding hands in the dark.
Kalim Al-Asim
You thought Scarabia would be cooler at night.
You were so, so wrong.
It was just as hot. And your lovely boyfriend was all over you, face buried in your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, one leg thrown over yours as he happily claimed the role of little spoon. Kalim was completely content, breathing softly against your skin.
You carefully peeled his limbs off one by one and crawled a little away. It worked… for maybe ten minutes. Then you felt the bed shift. Kalim crawled right back over, draping his warm limbs around you again and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“Why’re you leaving me…?” he mumbled sleepily.
“I’m not leaving” you whispered. “I’m just really hot and sweating.”
Kalim pouted against your neck. “But I love cuddling with you… I sleep better this way…”
You sighed. “I can’t sleep because of how hot it is.”
There was a short, sad silence. Then, with the most pitiful puppy dog eyes, Kalim scooted away and gave you space. “…Can we at least lock pinkies?” he asked softly.
You smiled and nodded. The two of you fell back to sleep with your pinkies linked.
Sometime later you woke up to find Kalim hugging you again, he had crawled back subconsciously in his sleep. You stared at the ceiling and made a firm mental note
Tomorrow, you were making him buy an air conditioner for this room.
Jamil Viper
This was pure torture.
You loved these rare moments when Jamil was completely relaxed and defenseless, your face buried in his chest, his arms holding you close, his breathing slow and even. Moments like this were precious.
But why did this dorm have to be hot as hell?
You were suffering in his embrace. No matter how much you enjoyed the closeness, you needed to survive the heat.
You gently shook him. “Jamil… can you move a little?”
He raised a sleepy eyebrow without opening his eyes. “Why?”
“I’m suffocating under your body heat.”
Jamil didn’t say anything. He simply shifted away, giving you space. You were about to thank him when you noticed he had turned his back to you.
Oh, come on!
You whined quietly. “Not everyone grew up in the desert heat, you know.”
He just shrugged, still facing away. “Skill issue.”
This man and his sass.
You flopped back onto the bed with a huff and grabbed the back of his shirt, holding onto the fabric as you closed your eyes. That was as much contact as you could handle right now.
Sometime later, when he thought you were fully asleep, Jamil quietly turned back around. He watched your sleeping face for a moment, then carefully laced his fingers with yours before letting himself drift off again.
⊹₊⋆All I Really Want is You | Scarabia x GN Reader
synopsis — Jamil invites the prefect to Scarabia for assistance with their assignment, but their private time is interrupted by Kalim. As time passes unnoticed, the prefect accidentally lingers in their dorm longer than intended, much to Viper's and Al-Asim's amusement. Each, in their own unique way, the duo wishes to explore the prefect’s inner world more deeply and understand them better.
genre — yandere
warning — none
more works: masterlist
now playing: all i really want is you - the marías
As the afternoon rolled in and classes concluded, the rain began to pour heavily. This weather pattern has been a consistent feature since Spring arrived at Night Raven College. Students emerged from their classrooms, appearing almost drowsy, while the sky turned a bleak grey and the wind picked up in strength.
Jamil strolled out of his classroom, a yawn slipping from his lips. He waved goodbye to a few classmates he often chatted with before heading toward the Hall of Mirrors. As he walked, he noticed a familiar figure standing by one of the grand arched windows, gazing out at the rain. Observing the prefect from a distance, he confirmed that none of their usual friend group was nearby and decided to approach them.
I need to see you in my window
“The weather has been quite dreadful lately, hasn’t it?” Without glancing at the boy, the prefect acknowledges his presence with a response, remaining facing forward.
In a whisper
Jamil pauses in silence for a moment as an idea takes shape in his mind. He examines every feature of their face closely. Even amidst this gloomy weather, their visage continues to glow. Inside his indifferent demeanor, his heart beats rapidly.
All I really want is you
“Would you like to join me in Scarabia so we can work on the assignment together?”
The prefect finally gazes at Jamil, their eyes sparkling with intrigue. Viper reflects on how effortless it is to decipher their emotions as he scrutinizes those eyes. However, a hint of hesitation stirs within them.
"But is it okay? Are you not busy?"
"I happen to be free today, and why would I say no to you?" A wave of warmth and relief washes over them as they ask him to take the lead. With the hallway now deserted, the two stroll side by side toward the Hall of Mirrors.
It’s quite unusual for him to have their company like this. Previously, he had only watched them from a distance, but now he finds himself comfortably beside them, without the initial lingering apprehension from his overblot incident. He’s having them all to himself, for now. Every word they speak is like a melody meant just for him, and he can't help but hang on to their every syllable.
He savors this moment, engraving every detail into his memory—their scent, the way their eyes glimmer under the dim lights of the hall, and the soft laughter that spills from their lips. He wonders if they realize how much power they hold over him, how every glance fuels a fire that he guards jealously.
The thought of anyone else being this close to them sits uneasily in his mind, like a storm brewing just beneath the surface. Yet, in this moment, the tempest within him is calmed by the gentle cadence of their voice. As they walk, the echoes of their footsteps resonate softly against the grand architecture around them, creating a rhythm that feels as intimate as a heartbeat.
₊˚✩彡
As Jamil and the prefect stroll through the hallways of Scarabia, they unexpectedly encounter Kalim, who is accompanied by three other members of Scarabia. Upon spotting the duo, his eyes light up with excitement as he wraps up his conversation with the other students.
“Alright! Let’s discuss this another time! Please send me the details in the group chat!” As the three figures depart with cheerful smiles, Kalim turns to greet Jamil and the prefect, his smile radiant. Viper feels a pang in his heart, realizing that his time alone with the prefect is coming to an end.
“Prefect! Jamil! It’s wonderful to see you! Especially you, Prefect!” He quickens his pace toward the magicless student and takes both of their hands. “I’m so thrilled to see you here! So, what brings you by?”
The prefect chuckles at the white-haired boy's enthusiasm. "Jamil said he wants to help me with my History of Magic assignment." Kalim’s excitement intensifies, more so since the prefect is staying longer in his dorm. He bounces joyfully on his spot and invites them to his room, saying, “Why don’t we do it in my room? It’ll be more comfy for everyone! Ooh! We could even discuss the topic together!” Jamil's expression darkens at this suggestion, showing reluctance to accept his housemate's invitation.
The prefect glances at Jamil, noticing the slight sweat forming due to Kalim's enthusiasm. With their observant eyes and awareness of the dynamics around them, they understand the relationship Viper and Al-Asim have. They are aware of all of it. Therefore, they need to ensure that the long-haired boy is okay with everything. However, even Jamil finds it hard to decline the white-haired boy's invitation. He shrugs and decides to go along with it.
“Fine by me.” At this, Kalim leaps even higher in joy.
“Yay! Come on! This way!”
₊˚✩彡
Time seems to slip away as the sky deepens into darkness. A cool breeze wafts through the large arched windows of Al-Asim's room, where the moonlight casts a tranquil glow. The warm lighting envelops the space, creating a cozy atmosphere. The prefect, Jamil, and Kalim are seated on the floor, gathered around a low table with textbooks and notes scattered around them. The only voice breaking the silence is Jamil's as he explains the assignment.
“The task for this class is ‘The Origin of Magic from Country A and Historical Resolution.’” The prefect listens quietly, trying their best to comprehend Viper's words, as does Al-Asim. However, his focus lies elsewhere.
“In my opinion... this war was a surprise attack orchestrated by Country B to counter Country A's formidable military strength.” Al-Asim's ruby-red eyes remain fixed on the prefect, propping himself up with both hands on the table as he gazes at them with admiration.
In his eyes, the prefect embodies perfection. It wasn't merely love at first sight; Kalim genuinely believes that their encounter was destined. Their kindness, candid nature, and profound empathy captivate him. He studies those sparkling eyes, yearning to decipher what they truly think of him and how they instinctively know just the right words to make his heart flutter.
Kalim's heart races with each passing moment, a mix of excitement and an overwhelming need to keep the prefect close. He can't help but imagine a world where they belong solely to him, where no distractions or other people could ever come between them. A world where they could bask in each other's presence endlessly.
“However, given how different Country B's culture and civilization are from those of Country A, the concept of Magic A, which is exclusive to Country B, must have been…” Jamil's voice trails off as he notices the prefect’s furrowed brows. Aside from their fatigue, it seems they are struggling to fully grasp everything he just explained. He gently touches their hand for reassurance.
“You're having a hard time, aren't you? History is merely a game of deception among nations.” This snaps Kalim back to reality, and he notices his friend holding the prefect's hand. This action stirs a peculiar feeling in his heart, though he can’t quite place why. The prefect resumes jotting down notes to complete their assignment while Jamil turns to him.
“Prefect, why don't we let you focus for now while we prepare? Right, Kalim?” The Scarabia housewarden feels slightly confused by his vice’s statement but soon realizes it’s already late.
“Y-yes, prefect! If you need to rest, feel free to lie down on the bed! We’ll see you later.” With that, the pair exits through the door.
₊˚✩彡
The door quietly swings open to reveal Jamil and Kalim already dressed in their loungewear. As they step inside, they notice the prefect is not at the low table as expected. Instead, they find the prefect lying on the bed with their back turned to them.
“Wah! Prefect!” Kalim exclaims, dashing over to the bed to get closer. He plops down beside the prefect and gazes at them fondly.
“You must be really tired, huh?” Jamil comments as he picks up the magicless' notebook to read what they’ve written, smiling as he sees they are gradually grasping the subject and his explanations.
“Kalim, since it’s already late, I’m heading back to my room.” However, Kalim stops Jamil.
“Wait! Why don’t you stay here with us? A sleepover! I’m sure the prefect would be happy too…?” Once again, he feels that familiar flutter in his chest. Kalim simply wants to have both of his beloved people close tonight, yet he finds himself hesitating over his own words. Jamil would rather sleep next to the prefect alone, without anyone else, yet he smirks inwardly and accepts this arrangement.
“Alright. I just need to grab something from my room, and I’ll be back.” Kalim shakes off his doubts and continues to watch the prefect as they sleep. There was a lingering silence before he lay down next to them, gently stroking their face with his free hand. Before Viper departs, Al-Asim calls out to him once more.
“Jamil, we should do this more often.” The long-haired boy furrows one brow at the other’s statement, confusion clearly displayed on his face.
“What do you mean by that? The prefect usually sticks with their own group of friends, don’t they?” Kalim's red eyes are locked on the prefect’s expression, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“I mean, even if they're busy, you can always use your unique magic, right? That way, we could hang out more often.” At Kalim’s last words, Jamil simply chuckles and exits the room.
“Mom and Dad would love to meet you, even brothers and sisters.” He sighs heavily, as if trying to contain the overwhelming love welling up inside him. He scoots closer, slipping an arm beneath the prefect and another over them. “I’d cherish every night holding you like this in bed. I’d give you anything you want.” His eyes grow heavy, and he whispers,
"All I really want is you."
Not long after, the door swings open to reveal Jamil, wearing the headband he had taken from his room. He notices both figures lying on the bed, nestled beneath the blanket. With a soft sigh, he dims the lights. Viper approaches the bed and spots a space next to the prefect, presumably reserved for him.
His dark charcoal eyes scrutinize every detail of the prefect’s visage. Climbing onto the bed, he reaches for the prefect's tie, swiftly untangling it to ease the constriction around their neck while they sleep. He also removes both their socks, folding them carefully with the necktie and placing the items on the nearest nightstand. Finally, he unbuttons a few buttons on their shirt.
His gaze lingers on the area around their neck, thoughts racing through his mind. He slowly caresses the area with his hand. Deep inside, he grapples with unanswered questions about the prefect that he fears he may never uncover. With his sharp perception, he senses that there are things the prefect knows that remain a mystery to him, including their true feelings toward him.
While they appear to be endlessly friendly with their peers at NRC, he yearns to delve into their innermost thoughts and emotions. They may see themselves as an outsider in this world, but Jamil would do anything to keep them from returning to their own realm, if that is even a possibility.
He settles into the vacant space beside them, gently reaching out to turn their face toward him. Carefully intertwining his fingers with theirs, he closes his eyes, surrendering to the embrace of sleep.
synopsis: because of twisted tricks day, you're forced to play a prank on your unsuspecting boyfriend...when you ask him to break up, how does he react?
tags: pre-established rs, hurt/comfort, longer hc and scenario format!
author's note: kind of. a random set of characters but i do really like them all...more to come my sonions...more to come...
NRC, with all its mysterious traditions and holidays, had a particular event that was held once a year: Twisted Tricks Day. Legend has it that if you don’t play a prank on someone that day, something worse will happen to you and your loved ones the next year. Last time, you heard that someone had their senses messed up for a week, so they had to smell out of their bottom.
You couldn’t bear that for a minute, much less seven days! Not to mention the fact you’d rope in your loved ones–specifically your lovely boyfriend, one of the few you considered as a loved one ever since coming to Twisted Wonderland.
And so, that is what brings you here:
Seated across your oh-so-loving, sweet, and handsome boyfriend, you put on your best poker face and fake tears for dramatic effect.
“I’m sorry, but I’m breaking up with you.”
deuce spade
HOW DOES HE REACT?
Before you even began dating, Deuce always thought he would never even score a date with someone like you! He thanks the Queen of Hearts everyday that by some miracle, he ended up being your type, winning you over with his pure heart and desire to be with you.
Of course; your sweet, earnest and adorable Deuce takes it…very horribly, at the least.
He’s tried his hardest to keep you happy – saving up his measly allowance to buy you gifts, gifting you horribly shaped pastries (with the help of trey) that taste as good as a brick (but you still ate them all with full joy in your eyes), and making an effort to be with you in the times you needed him, even when he wasn’t entirely sure how to comfort or soothe your worries in the moment.
Hearing your words, he stares at you for a moment – maybe 5 minutes, trying to comprehend what you just told him.
Soon enough, tears start welling up in his eyes and you almost end the prank then and there. He reacts in silence, but you can see his fists shaking and his shoulders trembling. Mentally, he’s scrambling for the right words to say to make you stay.
Before you could say anything, the poor guy gets up from his seat and does the unexpected.
He kneels down before you.
Hands laid on his kneeling lap, Deuce lowers his head before you – begging you to reconsider.
With his tears threatening to spill out, he pleads, “Prefect, please, think about it some more. Whatever you’re not happy with, I swear on Ace I’ll do better! I’ll run 500 laps around the courtyard to prove my love for you!” I can’t live without you by my side.
You kneel down to his position, and his eyes widen when you mirror his actions. Still, he doesn’t dare look up, not wanting to let you see him all teary-eyed.
“Deuce, it’s not that, it’s…” It’s all a prank, for both of our sakes? “Can you lift your head up, I have to tell you something.”
“Please, please, please! I’ve changed once, I can change again! Just tell me what I can do better! I…I love you too much, and I’m too selfish to let you go…!” He continues, not wanting to hear what you have to say next, thinking that you’ve made your mind up about the breakup.
Shifting closer to him to caress his face, you lead his chin to look you in the eyes, seeing a few tears drying up on his cheeks. “My sweet boy, will you forgive me?” your shift to a sugary tone catches your boyfriend in surprise, but it only makes his heart ache more, knowing that this might be the last time he’ll get to hea–
“Today is Twisted Tricks Day.”
You stay in that awkward position for a few seconds, merely staring at one another, until Deuce breaks the silence.
“W-what? Twisted…tricks…” you visibly see his eyes light up, and the corners of his mouth lift into a bright grin, “TWISTED TRICKS DAY, PREFECT, HOW COULD I FORGET?” cupping your face in his hands, he’s now speaking to you at max Deuce-volume.
“Wait, just to make sure, you aren’t breaking up with me? Is this just a prank?” Suddenly getting conscious of himself, he fears that he misunderstood your words and disregarded your feelings. Ah, your Deuce was too precious.
Stifling a laugh, you choose to be completely honest with him now that your prank has been completed, “Yes, Deuce, it was all a joke…I did it for both of our sakes, but I really didn’t mean to make you cry! I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you!”
At your words, he disappears and quickly runs around the courtyard, hopping and screaming, “THANK THE SEVENS FOR TWISTED TRICKS DAY,” hopping and screaming, he continues, “I THANK THE QUEEN OF HEARTS FOR THIS LIFE, I GET TO DATE THE PREFECT!!!!!”
THE AFTERMATH?
He doesn’t hold anything against you the moment you explained you did the prank to save yourselves from smelling from your butts, but he becomes extra clingy and his thirst for your attention doubles that week. You accept it and indulge him, even.
Feeling bad for being the cause of his tears, however, you give him a bunch of coupons to spend until the end of the year, namely; 5 free kisses, 1 free deluxe massage, 1 premium karaoke serenade, 3 free bear hugs, and 1 opportunity ticket to take me on a blastcycle ride, and so on.
Safe to say, you won’t be doing this prank on him again next year! You’ll have to think of another way to escape the holidays’ pranks, lest you break your baby chick’s heart all over again. His tear stained face haunts you in your sleep sometimes, but you won’t let him know that.
trey clover
HOW DOES HE REACT?
When you ask to speak with such a solemn tone, Trey seems a bit offput–you never talk to him this seriously unless you’ve messed up badly on a test, or you plan on asking him to make you a particularly difficult dessert. You usually resort to buttering him up for the latter, though.
You and Trey have been dating each other seriously…in fact, you’ve been going strong! Just the other day the two of you went into town to try different pastries, hand in hand and very much in love, grossing out the other customers by sweetly feeding each other your desserts.
The scene right now..isn’t exactly what one would call sweet. After hearing the words, “Let’s break up,” Trey doesn’t exactly believe it at first. You knew this would happen, so you start listing off reasons why you shouldn’t be together. His expression grows darker and darker the longer you go on for.
You’ve started to go down a rabbit hole of fake reasons you think why you and Trey shouldn’t date, but then they end up becoming half-truths, and then you start spitting out hidden insecurities you’ve had about your relationship. About yourself.
Somewhere along the way, Trey forgets all about the fact you’re “breaking up” with him and immediately rushes to your side to fight all the negative words floating in the air.
“--that’s why I never thought we would even end up together, because we’re too different. I have no idea what you see in me Trey, and honestly, I feel like you’re dating me just because I seem pitif–”
You aren’t able to finish your sentence. Unbeknownst to you, your voice starts cracking, and your lips quaver in uncertainty. Ah, I’ve gotten carried away.
Trey is by your side, cradling your face so affectionately you could melt into his touch.
“Prefect, what’s gotten into you? I never knew you thought so hard about these kinds of things.” your boyfriend looked at you in the eyes–not with pity, but with devotion. Internally, he was disappointed that he never caught onto these feelings you had.
“Whenever I see you, I swear I see roses enter my vision without my permission. My heart drums at the thought of meeting you, and right now, it breaks for you. To see you like this.”
“Tell me honey, how long have you been feeling this way?”
He dips to kiss your tear-stained eyes, carefully tucking stray hair behind your ear. Then, he pulls you into his embrace, tracing soft circles along your back.
“I’m sorry Trey, I didn’t mean for it to get this far…” you say, albeit still a bit shaken up from your emotions. It takes all your effort to muster up the courage to laugh, “I’m sure you know by now, but ta-da…! It’s a prank?”
Your boyfriend takes one good look at you before pressing kisses all over your face, carefully naming what he loves so much about you with each kiss.
“Hm, Twisted Tricks, was it? I hope you know that’s not gonna stop me from loving your problems away, hon.”
Giving him a genuine giggle, you nuzzle your head into his chest, whispering, “I know, even though I meant for it to be a joke to get past the curse…what I said was true, but it’s not going to stop me from loving you. I hope you know that.”
THE AFTERMATH?
This man makes it a point to give you extra love every day after your so-called prank. If you ask for help on an assignment, he’ll clear his schedule to tutor you. If you feel a craving for his cooking, he can tell by your actions and promptly gives you your favorite dish without you even asking.
He starts to leave you small notes on all the gifts he offers you, and aside from the gifts, he becomes more affectionate, too. His new favorite thing is to peck the crown of your head every time you part ways.
For some reason, the prank just further strengthened your relationship?
Instead of “breaking up” with Trey, you ended up falling even more in love with him–he was too sweet for his own good!
jamil viper
HOW DOES HE REACT?
Though his words were sometimes snarky, his actions betrayed his true feelings. He would complain about how often you showered him in kisses, but he’d let you do it anyway. Whenever you wanted to go somewhere, he’d look calm and collected outside; offering to plan the date. But in truth, he’d have a hard time sleeping the night before out of excitement.
Never have you ever thought that you were lacking in Jamil’s love. You knew that he had his own subtle ways of showing it, and that even having a partner already means so much–he would never have gotten into a relationship if he wasn’t serious about you.
However, hearing your words right now, he thought that he’d maybe failed at letting you know just how much he really cherished you.
You catch him at a quiet moment, right when he’d just finished his hair care routine. He looked so comfortable and ready to cuddle with you on his bed, but before the day ended, you had to pull through with the prank or else…
“So, Jamil, I think that’s why we need to break up.”
Your boyfriend’s heart drops. How long were you unhappy with this relationship? You had been acting awfully distant today, too…were you deliberating on telling him the whole day?
Before Jamil could fully go down spiraling, his eyes fell toward a calendar right behind you. On it was written, “Twisted Tricks Day.”
Hmph.
“Alright,” was all he could muster, now that he knew the tricks you had up your sleeve.
On the other hand, you were fuming–wait no, heartbroken? Maybe both? How could he just say “Alright” and be okay with ending your relationship???
“I know that it’s difficult, but–wait, what? Did the sand get in your ears?”
“Whatever it is you want, Prefect, I’ll make it happen. Even if you wish to be away from me…I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, though I wish it weren’t so.” He says his words so sincerely that you end up believing him. After all…the best lies are half-truths. Jamil would do anything for you, but he’d actually never let you go.
He’d do anything to keep him from losing you.
THE AFTERMATH?
Of course, you knew that Jamil would never give you up that easily–even if you did kinda believe him at first.
But he intentionally kept drifting his eyes away from you and leading your attention to the calendar, letting you know that he knew you were pranking him. Safe to say, you aren’t suffering from the holiday’s tradition anytime soon.
Still…you start sulking around him because it’s apparently HIS fault that HE agreed to the “breakup” YOU proposed…even if it was a joke from the start.
“Jamil…you owe me a homecooked meal after this,” you look at him with the best puppy eyes you could muster.
“My love, when have I not cooked you any?” he defeatedly replies, secretly enjoying the fact you’re seeking out his affection.
Guess the prank earned you some good food…only cuz you have an even better boyfriend ;)
Okay so this is extremely late, but I immediately started working on this the second Rielle and Minajael were introduced into the story.
I REALLY REALLY love Rielle, I think he's a cutie pie!!
