Promise | Golden Guard [Rewritten]

Extra: Y/n, Hunter, and Steve in the Castle

I like to think that you, Hunter, and Steve hung out a lot when you were in the emperor's coven together

Hunter: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Y/n?

You: No.

Steve: I do!

Hunter: I know, Steve

Steve: I'm sad!

Hunter: I know, Steve

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Steve: If Y/n and I were drowning-

Hunter: Y/n.

Steve: I didn't even finis-

Hunter: Y/n.

You: I feel so loved 😂😭

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Hunter: Hey Y/n,

You: Yes, Goldielocks?

Hunter: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it's on?

You:

Y/n: Where's Steve?

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Hunter: Y/n, keep an eye on Steve today. He'svgoing to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

You: Sure, I'd love to see Steve get punched.

Hunter: Try again, dumbass.

You, sighing: I will stop Steve from getting punched.

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Hunter: Y/n, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

You: I don't know, love you, talk to you later

Hunter: Ok, I love you too, I'll just ask Steve.

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Steve: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Hunter: I'm a knife.

You, from across the room: He's the little spoon. :>

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Hunter: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me

You: Okay, but in my defense, Steve bet me 63 cents I couldn't drink all that shampoo

 Hunter: That's not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

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Steve: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

You: You're a hazard to society

Hunter: And a coward. DO TWENTY. 

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Steve: I really like this whole 'good guy, bad guy' thing you guys have going on.

Hunter: It's not an act, it's just that I'm mean and Y/n isn't

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Hunter: Come on, I wasn't that sleep deprived last night.

Steve: You were flirting with Y/n.

Hunter: So what? They're my partner

Steve: You asked them if they were single.

Hunter:

Steve: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

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Hunter: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million snails?

You: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

Steve: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

You: Good thinking.