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Interlude No. 1 | bsk x reader

Interlude No. 1: Inspired by these pics and me wanting to marry Boo Seungkwan

Rating: M (18+) | WC: 2.6k | Pairing: bsk x reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: semi public sex, limo sex, marriage kink, fingering, mouth covering, cum eating/swallowing, cum as lube, hand job, oral m. rec., finger sucking, they both cry

Reader Notes: wears a dress, reader and kwan both wear makeup, has a vagina

“I can’t believe we did it,” Seungkwan pants ecstatically as he settles into the backseat of the limousine, clicking his seatbelt into place just as you do and grinning when he sees the partition is already up.

“I know, we’re fucking married,” you send him a watery beam, leaning into his side when he raises his arm and letting your giggles bubble up when you see him tilt his head back and take a deep breath. That means he’s trying not to cry too, and while usually he’s open with his tears, you know that sometimes once he starts, he can’t stop. He must know this would be one of those times.

Part of you wants to tease him, remind him how sweet his vows were and how very much you love him and how you can’t wait to spend your life with him, but you know that would make you cry too, and you don’t want to mess up your makeup any more than you want to mess up his.

That thought flies out of the window as soon as he cups your face and presses his lips to yours, murmuring, “I’m your husband,” in between kisses. He seems frantic almost, sucking at your bottom lip before sinking his teeth into it, making you whimper and shift closer.

You can’t get far with the seatbelt restricting you, and you’re about to depress the button to release it just as the limo pulls away from the venue. Seungkwan wouldn’t want you to be unsafe, so you move your hand away from the buckle and sink it into his hair instead, clenching your fingers in the silky locks when his lips move down to your neck.

As it is, you’re just grateful you decided on the middle seat, wanting to be as close to him as possible. It’s paying off now, with the sucking kisses he’s laying on your throat and the hand resting on your knee.

You changed into your reception dress before leaving the venue and that’s another thing you’re grateful for, because it gives Seungkwan even easier access to you. He doesn’t have to work your skirt up as much as he would have in your wedding dress, his fingers trailing along your inner thigh before you can even take another breath.

“Can I make you cum, honey? Please? It’ll be hours before I can get my hands on you again,” he sounds like he’s in agony, like he’s burning for you, and it takes you little to no time to nod your head and spread your legs wider.

He tugs your leg over his to open you up, making you gasp as you realize how wet your silk panties have grown. You gasp even louder when his hand covers you, his soft, warm palm pressing into your clit and his elegant fingers digging into your entrance. The silk is so fine and delicate, you can feel every touch like there’s nothing in between you, his hand grinding into your covered pussy as he murmurs in your ear.

“Never gonna get rid of me now, honey.”

“So wet for your husband, aren’t you?”

“Gonna cum for me? Hm?”

The friction feels incredible, but it’s not enough, and you know he knows that. He’s just taunting you by asking if you’re going to cum for him, because you’re both well aware that you will, just not like this.

“Kwannie, we don’t have enough time for you to fuck around,” you whine softly, glancing at the digital clock that rests above the partition. There’s only thirty five minutes left of the drive to the reception venue, he’ll need to get a move on if he wants any chance at getting his own release.

“I’m not fucking around, honey. I’m enjoying you like you deserve,” he says in response, though he does listen to you in part by slipping his fingers under your panties and letting them glide along your cunt.

“You have literally the rest of our lives to enjoy me. Please, just-”

A sharp whimper cuts off your words as he sinks two fingers deep inside of you, his knuckles flush to your pussy and his eyes locked with yours. “S’that what you wanted?”

His voice is hushed, deeper than usual, and it sends a shiver rolling down your spine just as he curls his fingers, the tips prodding into your sweet spot before you can even try to answer him.

The pleasure gathering in your belly steals your words, but you don’t think he really expected an answer anyway. He knows it’s hard for you to put together sentences when he’s got part of himself inside of you, whether it’s his fingers, his tongue, or his cock.

Fuck, his cock…

You want his cock so bad, your eyes flicking down and your hand releasing its death grip on your seatbelt to cover the growing bulge in his dress pants. You squeeze along his length, whimpering at the way he hardens under your touch, then whimpering again when he starts fucking his fingers in and out of you.

He’s gentle at first, thrusting slowly and crooking his fingers on every stroke in, his thumb pressing down on your throbbing clit as he finds his rhythm. When you clumsily unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper to tug his cock out, his pace becomes punishing, like he’s trying to distract you from your endeavors.

“Why won’t you let me…” You begin but don’t finish, breathless at the sensation of him sliding a third finger inside of you.

“It’ll make a mess,” he sounds almost as ruined as you, making you drag your eyes back up to meet his, wanting to see his face as he takes you apart.

He’s blushing, his dark brown hair messily falling over his forehead and his plush lips open as he takes in shuddering breaths. He’s so fucking pretty, your lovely, gorgeous, beautiful Seungkwan, your lovely, gorgeous, beautiful husband.

“What if I swallow?” You offer feebly, your words tinged with tears and desire as you grow closer and closer.

“Maybe. You cum first, and then we’ll see,” he says, his voice tight and his fingers relentless.

They’re barely fucking in and out of you now, just tapping and grinding into your g-spot as his thumb rubs tiny circles around your clit, and you can feel the waves as they lap at your shore, feel the heat stirring inside of you, every single touch stoking the fire. You try to keep your mouth closed, biting your lips and holding your tongue, knowing he usually makes you cum so loudly, the neighbors complain.

You’re sure the kind elderly driver has heard (and seen) his share of escapades, but you don’t want to add yourself to the list.

Unfortunately, you just don’t have enough self control to be quiet, your cries loud even with your efforts, so you take the hand of the arm wrapped around you and pull it up to cover your mouth. That’s the last indication you give that you’re teetering on the edge, though Seungkwan doesn’t need a sign to know that.

He knows you inside and out, loves every single part of you, even (and maybe especially) the parts you used to try to hide from him.

You don’t hide a thing now, and you never will again.

That’s why it feels so right to shout into his palm as he pushes you into bliss, his fingers squelching inside of you and his thumb ruthless on your clit. Your hips buck into his hand, your body presses against the warmth of his, and your eyes squeeze shut, tears leaking out of the sides as you float away on cotton candy clouds.

When you go limp against him and blink blearily, looking around the small space like you don’t know how you came to be there, he pulls his fingers out and slides them into his mouth, sucking your taste away like you’re something sweet to be savored.

You come back online a bit when he removes his hand from your mouth, your eyes finding the clock. You should still have twenty minutes left to suck his dick and freshen up, and before he can even open his mouth to ask how you are, you’re turning and finishing your earlier task of pulling his dick out.

He’s hard, so hard, and flushed at the tip, already leaking precum that you smear over his head and length, leaving him glistening in the low light of the limo. You try to bend down and swallow his cock, but the angle isn’t right with the seatbelt holding you back, so you dip your fingers between your legs to gather up your remaining arousal and use it to ease the glide of your hand on his dick.

Seungkwan groans deeply, likely both at finally having some stimulation and at the fact that you’re using your own wetness as lube. He has great stamina so it usually takes a bit longer for him to cum, but already you can feel him twitching and pulsing in your hand. It brings a wicked little smile to your face, knowing you’ll undo him in half the time normally required, and with his competitive spirit, you’re glad he’s got his head tilted back and his eyes closed.

If he saw the look on your face, he’d probably hold his orgasm back, just to show you he can.

You feel the limo roll to a stop, but it doesn’t shift into park, and suddenly, there’s a voice over the intercom.

“Ran into some traffic, folks. Looks like it’ll be an extra ten or so minutes, but I’ll get ya there, don’t you worry.”

You press the button and say brightly, “Thank you so much, Leonard!” before unbuckling your seatbelt and sliding onto the floor.

“Honey, your dress will get dirty!” Seungkwan frets, his hands hovering over you as if he’s about to scoop you up and pull you into his lap.

“I won’t be down here long,” you smile sweetly, leaning down to lick at the head of his cock before opening wide and working half of it into your mouth at once. He bites out muted curses, his knees spreading to make room for you and his hands clenching in his dress pants so they don’t mess up your hair.

Your mouth is one of his weaknesses, he always breaks for you so quickly, always fills your throat with his cum and kisses you so tenderly after, making giving him head an experience almost as pleasurable for you as it is for him.

The traffic means you can take your time, but you’d rather make him cum now and get fixed up so you can cuddle for a bit before the reception. You both tend to feel touchy and needy after sex, and though you know you’ll be together all night, you also know you won’t have a single free moment to yourselves until the party is over.

So you suck harder, bob your head faster, use your hand to cover what your mouth can’t take. You moan around him, knowing he loves the vibrations, and take one of his hands from his knee to wrap it around your neck.

You don’t want him to choke you (right now) but you do want him to feel himself move, feel your throat work around him, feel your sounds in more ways than one. He whimpers brokenly, gazing down at you with tears welling up in his eyes and his face tight with bliss.

He’s trying to be quiet like you were, and you think he might be even worse at it, his cries loud against the quiet hum of the limo. You reach up to cover his mouth and he sucks two of your fingers between his lips instead, the wet heat of his tongue reminding you how it feels between your thighs and sending a zip of electricity down to your clit.

You so wish you could climb up and sink down onto him, let him fill you up with his cock and his cum, but you don’t have a condom and you can’t have it leaking down your thighs while you celebrate with your family and friends.

You can be content with swallowing. This time.

It won’t be long, now, not with the way he’s bucking into your mouth in little thrusts, or the way his cock is jerking and spitting precum, or the way he’s groaning around your fingers, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes to settle in the creases of his lips.

“Cum,” you moan, or try to, around his throbbing dick, and that’s enough for him.

He stubbornly keeps his eyes on you even as his head tilts back and your fingers nearly slip from his mouth, his hips rolling up and sending his cock just a little bit further down your throat before white hot cum starts to spill out. You can’t taste it, he’s in too deep for that, but you can feel it as it drips down your esophagus, your throat opening and closing around him as you swallow and swallow and swallow him down.

He was near silent this time, somehow, and when you notice how red he’s getting, you realize it’s because he was holding his breath to hold his noises in. His lips part so he can gasp for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he blinks down at you, the look in his eye telling you he wants to ask Leonard to take you straight home.

Sometimes Seungkwan gets a little… territorial, covetous, over you after he cums, and as he reaches down for you, you feel the limo lurch forward, nearly sending you face first into his softening dick.

You climb back up onto the middle seat and reach for your bag before buckling your seatbelt back up, digging through to find what you need.

You’ve got tissues and wipes to clean yourselves up with, plus makeup and a mirror for necessary touch ups (and some gum, thank goodness). You pass a wipe and tissue over to Seungkwan, but he just stares at you blankly, apparently still too out of his head to figure out what to do with them. You shake your head with a fond smile, gently wiping his cock down and drying it off before tucking it back into his pants, redoing them carefully and smoothing out the wrinkles he’d pinched into them.

You clean yourself up next with a quick swipe between your legs, balling up the used tissues and wipes and putting them in the trash can inset in the limo door. Popping some gum into your mouth and then Seungkwan’s to get rid of the scent of bodily fluids, you glance over his face, noting that he should be fine with just a light reapplication of his cushion foundation and some setting powder.

You take care of him without thinking about it, fixing his makeup and then his hair before moving on to yourself. He won’t stop staring at you, his eyes misty again and his mouth wobbling.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles, watching as you restore your own appearance to its pre-interlude state.

“I love you,” you whisper, pressing your minty lips to his and settling back into his side when he lifts his arm for you. Soon enough, you’ll roll up to your wedding reception and enter as the Boos, but for now, you’re you and he’s him, and that’s all you could ever need.

AN: i love boo seungkwan that is all i have to say about this

jk! i'm thinking about doing a less formal series of interludes like this, little breaks of fluff and smut in between big life events. i think it could be fun and a way to write more with less pressure! feel free to send in asks with ideas and i'll start keeping a list 💖

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melody22222 · 10 months

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hi honey, can you make a yandere actor with a reader that is not famous, he is really pretty and the reader starts to suffer atacks for not being "pretty enough for him", she is already insecure and wants to break up but he is too much in love and obsessed with her for let it that happenss so he goes on public to stop the attacks, but he ends up saying things like, if she asks him he would abandon his career in a second and other stuffs and even the public realizes his obssesion.

INSECURE

Yandere male actor x Insecure Fem!reader

A/N: OMG I died while making this, it was so much fun. Don't mind Zane here, he's just a silly lil boo boo bubblegum Chihuahua with silly lil thoughts.

I've been getting so many requests, it's making me scream IN HAPPINESS. THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT I LOVE YOU OMG *HUGS* You guys all my honey lil bum bums. I'll write all the requests you guys sent me.

Word count: 4.3k

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This is the fifth time you locked yourself in your luxurious and soothing bathroom in one evening, the atmosphere here was calm, away from the bodyguards and maids that were outside the bedroom minding their business.

You were laying on the soft and comfy rug that was on the bathroom floor. The bathroom is extremely clean, not a smudge of dirtiness. Red eyes appeared as your tears dried, you just wanted all this to go away.

When you entered the luxurious limo 2 hours ago, you just wanted to go home. You and your boyfriend were invited to The Oscars, and you wished you could go back in time and never went to The Oscars with him.

Yes, The Oscars.

Your boyfriend is a famous Hollywood actor, a very famous actor. Everybody around the world loves him, fangirls over him, even stalks him. It was insane. The paparazzis were the most insane ones, they even stalked you and your boyfriend had to beat up 4 men.

It really was insane.

The mass amount of actors in the Oscars there were far more accustomed to this lifestyle than you. Which was intimidating, to say the least. Especially the female actors, all perfectly dolled up with their spouses. Not to mention, the expensive and heavenly perfumes and colognes mixing up together. It made you want to hide behind your boyfriend and use his body to hide from everyone.

The image of the cameras that was mostly pointed at you and men in their Tuxedos and girls in their gorgeous dresses made you want to just disappear. It was hard to not compare yourself, you spent hours trying to find the perfect dress to fit in with your boyfriend and every time you looked at yourself in the mirror, you changed into a different dress.

Cycle repeats.

And yet, even with all your hard work, you still felt out of place. Tensing up at the hundred passing stares and biting grins of condescension as you stood next to your overly charismatic significant other.

As you were tracing your fingers on the rug, playing with it, completely isolating yourself from the world. You heard a knock on the door from outside.

“Sweetheart?” You heard a voice outside questioned. “Are you in there?”

You stopped tracing your fingers on the rug and eyes slightly widened, but you stayed silent.

He’s back. When the Oscars were finally finished and everybody was going home including you, your boyfriend went to the studio or whatever they call it where they film scenes, continuing to film a scene while you waited for him at home. And all that time you had, you spent most of the time in the bathroom crying and refusing to eat your maid’s cooking.

You lifted yourself from the ground and turned your head towards the door. You didn’t want him to know you are in here for half an hour wiping your tears from your red eyes and isolating yourself.

You tried not making a sound and stayed still, hoping maybe he would think that you are not in there but of course, that was a dumb move since you currently locked the door and hid in the master bedroom’s bathroom that was yours and your significant other’s bedroom.

“What are you doing in there? C’mon, let me in.” He grumbled, pressing against the door.

“I want to be alone, I-” You struggled to find the right words to convince him to go away. “I don’t want you to see me, Zane.”

He fell silent, keeping his hand upon the door handle, his eyes fixed on the door.

“And why is that, baby?”

“I…I just…” You stammered. Panic surged through your chest as you desperately tried to come up with a way to get him to leave you alone, even just for a moment to make yourself presentable.

“C’mon sweetheart, it's just me. I promise I won’t make fun of you or anything, just open this damn door sweetheart.” Zane raddled the handle, pounding on the door.

“No- I-" You shouted, still struggling to find the right words.

Annoyed at how stubborn you were, he let out a small grunt. He tried banging on the door once more, and pulling on it hard enough to make the hinges creak. You worried if he pulled the door any more forcefully, he might rip the entire door from its hinges.

“Dorota told me you’ve been there for almost an hour and refused to eat anything. C’mon baby, what’s wrong? If you don’t open the door, I’ll force my way in there.” Zane impatiently replied.

He began pulling and pounding on the door lightly, he would pound on it roughly to scare you so you could open the door, but he'll decide to do that later on if you still kept your stubborn mode on.

“Oh m- okay okay okay, stop! I’ll open the door.” You panicked.

“I’m not leaving until you do.” He said coldly, he was serious. He’d stand there all day if that’s what it took.

“Fine...” You muttered. With a shaky breath, you unlocked the door and slowly opened it, revealing your boyfriend. You saw his figure but refused to look up, he was wearing a white dress shirt that is slightly unbuttoned with black pants.

You turned away and let him pull you to the large basins, gently lifting your chin. You flinch slightly as he turns your head, his gaze meeting your tear-streaked face. You felt like a mess, but he didn’t seem to change expression as you stared back.

“Now, you going to tell me what's wrong, sweetheart? Or do I have to find out by myself?”

You feel his cold fingers against your cheeks, his fingers feeling your dried tears that went unnoticed by him.

“I just don’t feel good…” You said with a hint of quaver in your voice. You settle against the low counter, fidgeting.

“Of course you don’t feel good, you haven’t eaten anything.” He took the pieces of hair that was on your face and brought them on the back of your ear.

You shake your head, “No…it’s not that…I just-”

“Then? You know that I can't magically read your mind. And why the hell are you locking yourself in the bathroom from time to time?” He lightly scolds. There was some tenderness in the tone of his voice as he bluntly but curiously spoke, gazing at you calmly.

You sighed and began to look anywhere except at your boyfriend’s look. You looked down at his toned chest. “I just feel…I just feel…ridiculous.”

You gripped on the edge countertop, turning away from the man.

“Did you see how all those cameras were pointed at me, all of them. And did you see how everybody was staring at me? I looked so stupid, standing next to you, in front of all those.. those people that I didn't belong with. All of them are probably laughing at me right now.”

Your tears renewing in your eyes as you turned your head to the mirror, ready to roll down your cheek. You were on the verge of tears again countless times today but you fought them. You can’t cry, not in front of your boyfriend. But then it happened, that burning sensation on your nose, tears blurring your vision. Your face scrunched up, and the sound of your cries made you feel even smaller in front of him.

You put a hand on your mouth as you cried, you turned your head away from the mirror and lowered your head. You didn’t want to meet your boyfriend’s eyes.

Out of nowhere, Zane grabbed the back of your head and shoved your face against his chest, wrapping his arms around you, letting you ugly cry on his chest and making his dress shirt slightly wet with your tears.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He whispered in such a gentle and understanding tone that you didn't expect to come out of him first. Zane pushes your chin up, lifting you to face him. “How could you ever, ever, compare yourself to those…people?”

You looked at him with your teary eyes, he brought your face back to his chest and kissed the top of your head. You buried yourself in the soft fabric of his dress shirt, your nostrils hitting by his intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne. It eased the tension in your body. He starts stroking your hair gently, smelling it and sighing in awe. “Sweetheart, why would you ever wanna be like those people who live their entire life being fake?"

You were shocked at how he insulted the popular and famous actors, and his fans. You whimpered on his chest, “Isn't that what you wanted? I mean… how else am I supposed to show up when I meet your fans?” You mumbled.

“I brought you there because I wanted to thank you in front of everybody, and to let them meet you."

You snuggled your head more on his chest, finding solace but you let his words sink in.

“And those people and all of those cameras…" He chuckled and pointed his finger on the side, referring to the people in The Oscars. "They couldn't take their eyes off of you it's because you were the most captivating thing in that room." He spoke with an amusement grin.

“No Zane, no…You don’t get it, everybody hates me. Everybody loves you and when they heard the news that you are dating me, they all went madly insane.”

Your boyfriend told you to never look at comments from people, but you still did it anyway. One glance on social media about you, your heart dropped. They are all hate and degrading comments, not a single nice comment was written about you.

“They are all hating me and sending me death threats! I just can’t do this anymore.”

“What…?” Your boyfriend went dead silent.

“Yes, all of them! They are all threatening me. Zane…”

You went a bit silent as well before saying the most heart-wrenching words.

“I want to break up.”

Zane let go of you, letting your words sink in.

“No…no, fucking no. Are you seriously ending this because of people on the internet? Who the fuck cares of what they think?” He puts his hands on your cheeks and wipes your tears, “Baby, please don’t do this.”

“I’m so scared, Zane. I can’t, I’m so sorry. I lov-” You whimpered

He cuts you off,

“No! I will protect you, I will. Please don’t tell me you are ending us because of the public…”

“Zane…” You look at him in the eyes and shake your head.

He backed away and widened his eyes, “Honey, you are not breaking up with me because of the public, I’m not letting you go.” He grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him.

“Za-”

“I would end my career if that's what it takes to stay with you. You are not breaking up with me” His anger is rising as it frightens you.

“You know what?” He lets go of you again and opens the bathroom door.

“What are you doing?” You asked, scared at his anger and what he would do next. But instead, you watch him walk towards the bed, taking his phone that was lying on the bed in his hands. You heard him say, “Come here.”

You stood at the bathroom door, not moving an inch. You were terrified how he turned rough with you. You didn’t know what to do.

“Come here!” he said again, raising his voice this time.

You quickly flinched and walked slowly towards him. You were swiftly pulled by your arm, easily getting dragged to the chairs that were in the bedroom.

“Zane, stop!! You’re hurting me!.” You cried on how he was bruising your arm. With brute force, your boyfriend threw you at the armchair, he sat on the other armchair that was beside.

You were breathing so fast, looking at him horrified. You watched him again, opening his phone. He opened instagram, clicking on the plus sign top left.

“Zane…Please don’t do what I think you’re doing.”

Zane ignored you and clicked the ‘go live’ button.

“Zane-”

You tried snatching the phone from his hand, he immediately grabbed your wrist, twisting it a little.

You let out a scream, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He let go of your wrist and glared at you deadly in the eyes. You grabbed your own wrist, trying to remove the pain that he just caused but the more you message it, the more pain you felt. Your breathing hitched and whimpered as you felt defeated.

Zane looked back at his phone, a lot of people began joining in the live. You were thankful for the least that the live didn't show your body, only a little though.

You heard Zane say, “You know guys, today I came back from the studio and guess what?” Zane laughed, “My beautiful lovely girl was crying in the bathroom.”

“Zane-” You looked at him as your hand was still on the damaged wrist.

Zane gave you that deadly glare again, signaling you to keep your mouth shut. You decided to shut up and looked down, trying to avoid his glare that just gave you shivers down your spine. Zane turned his head back to the phone.

“She was crying because you guys were what? Giving her threats? Telling her to break up with me or you’ll find her and kill her?” Zane laughed and shaked his head, looking down.

He was talking in such a playful and mischievous tone. You thought he was laughing at you but you realize that he was amused by his own fans, he was laughing at them instead.

He crosses his legs and places his arm on top of the couch chair and sighs softly. “She told me that we should break up because of everything you guys have been telling her.” He looks at the floor a little then at the spamming chat.

“So if me or my darling here,” He looks at you and mischievously smiles, caresses your cheek that made you flinch a little before continuing, “ever catch a comment, or a picture, or a video about her one more fucking time. I’ll end my career.”

“Zane!” You stood up, being fed up with him.

“Sit down.” He said in a warning tone. “I’m not gonna repeat myself again.”

You followed his order, sitting back down again on the armchair. You brought your hands on your face, not wanting to deal with this anymore.

He continued, “I’d rather stay with my amazing, kind, and captivating future-wife here than having some such discourteous, underdeveloped, out-of-date, and cock-sucking so-called ‘fans’.”

What the hell did he just say?

Your eyes widened at what he just said, no way he just said that…to his fans? You removed your hands from your face and looked away from him, mouth wide as hell. You gripped on the armchair. You looked back at him again, he still held a playful expression but a little more blunt this time.

“That’s all I had to say.” He smiles and winks at the camera before closing it.

He closes the live, shutting the phone and throwing it on the coffee table. “Well, that’s out of our way now.” He says as he stands up.

“Zane, what the hell did you just do? Why would you-”

He cuts you off, like he always does whenever he hears something he doesn’t like.

“Shhhh, I don’t want to hear another word about this, I’m exhausted. I’ll go take a quick shower, wait for me.”

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You are lying on your bed, processing what the hell just happened. You still hear water running in the bathroom, guess he’s still showering. After 15 minutes, you heard the bathroom door open.

You glanced up and saw Zane wrapped in a towel around his waist, his hair was wet and water dripping down his body. He looked at you and smiled, you looked down on your thighs, not wanting to meet his eyes. You wanted to ask him countless questions, but you knew how that would end up.

“Hi baby, Oh I missed you.” He came closer towards the side of your bed, bending over a little and planting a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Give me a second, darling.”

He walks around the bedroom, heading towards the wardrobe, he casually opens it.

You look up at his clothes in the wardrobe, especially the suits. Images of the men and women in the Oscars started to flash in your mind again, you closed your eyes and sighed.

You opened your eyes and saw him wearing sweatpants, how the hell did he change so quickly? You knew you were also going to change his good mood but you can’t hold it anymore.

What did he mean by he will end his career? Your heart dropped when he said that, it’s been worrying you ever since he got in the shower. You didn’t want to be the reason that he’ll throw his life apart just for you. This is his life.

“Zane, why did you-”

“Have you told Dorota to bring your food?”

He cuts you off, just like how he always does. He never listens to you, he never did.

“Zane, please!” You almost cried at how he always doesn’t let you finish your sentences.

“I’ll tell Dorota to bring your food.” He ignores you again and goes to the bedroom door, opening it slightly,

“Dorota!”

He shouts, not too loud but enough for the noise to go downstairs. You heard footsteps approaching, “Yes, Mr Astor?” you hear your maid’s polish accent.

“Could you please bring Miss Y/n’s food, she seems a bit tense today. She’s so silly.”

You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm. Bastard.

“Yes, Mr Astor, right away…”

You saw him nod at her slightly and walk to his desk. You kept staring at him with your arms crossed. He sits on his desk and glances at you, he sees your poker face staring directly at him. He tilts his head a bit and blissfully smiles, “You look so cute when you are mad.”

You rolled your eyes again, “I’m not eating anything.” The moment you said that, the door opened wide, revealing your maid with a tray that’s filled with delicious food. The smell of the food came all the way to your nostrils, you wanted to devour it but if you did, then your boyfriend wins. You couldn’t let that happen.

Dorota walks to your bedside and places the tray on the bed. While your boyfriend was busy with papers, Dorota took her chance. She hits you slightly on the shoulder

“He loves you, Miss Y/n. Give him a chance.” She bends over to you and a little and whispers.

“He’s going to sacrifice his career for me. If I broke up with him he would end his career just to be with me.” You look up at her and whisper back.

Dorota puts her hands on her cheeks and shakes her head slightly. “Then he truly does love you, why can’t you see it? That never happened to me. Oh my god, Miss Y/n.” She places her hand on her chest sarcastically, “You’re so difficult.”

“I’m not difficult he’s-” You realized that you were whispering loudly, enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly. You glanced at Zane, you saw him already looking at the two of you with an amused grin, his eyebrows slightly raised, his pen hanging loosely in his hand. Your maid looks at where you’re looking, she immediately clears her throat.

You look at her, “Great, now he heard us…” You whisper slowly and quietly this time.

“Are you crazy?” You hissed.

“I don’t know.”

She raises up, walking to the door. Zane was still looking at both of you, amusement not leaving his face.

“Eat well, Miss Y/n.”

She closes the door behind her. Zane stands up and walks to the bed, he moves on the bed, right in the middle. He takes the laptop from his nightstand and opens it. You were still staring at him with a poker face, he just gave you a soft smile.

“I’m not eating that.”

After a few moments, you hear your favorite cartoon, coming right out of the laptop. He places the laptop in front of you on the bed and takes the tray, placing it on his lap.

He picks up the spoon, “Open up, darling.” Zane orders. He holds the spoon to your lips, waiting.

You turn your head away.

Zane hums a bit, “Alright, I see how it is. Here comes the airplane~”

You widen your eyes, embarrassment growing inside of you. Zane clears his throat and looks down, pressing his lips together and trying his best to not laugh. You decided to open your mouth, eyes still widen.

"At this point, I should buy you some diapers." Zane raises his head and laughs loudly.

You pull yourself away from the food and slide a little down on the bed, annoyed. The cartoon was playing on the laptop so you watched that.

Zane sighs in amusement, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry darling, but you have to eat. You just sit back down and relax, I’ll take care of you. Open up your mouth again.”

He brought the delicious soup onto your lips again, you sip it this time, making him smile.

“Sweetheart, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You don’t understand how much I love you, how much I adore you, and how much I need you. Today, seeing you wanting to end things with me, it hurted me so much.” He gripped on the spoon handle and sighed again, all the amusement gone. He was serious this time.

You didn’t know what to say, you looked down.

“I just…everybody is against me, Zane. And you saying that you’ll end your career so you could be with me is unbelievable. I’m just…not that pretty and good enough for you.”

“Y/n stop. What’s up with all this nonsense? You’re more than enough, you are my everything. How could you not see it, baby? How could you not see how fucking mesmerizing you are. And you know what? Fuck the Oscar that I’ve received, fuck the acting, fuck all of that. I don’t care about all that, I just want and need you, sweetheart. Why can’t you see that?”

He places the tray on the side. He bends closer to your face, shifting his warm hands to cup your cheeks, “And You’re so beautiful baby. How could you speak to yourself like that? Stop listening to these low life people who do nothing except commenting on who’s pretty and who’s not pretty.”

You bit and suck your finger tip a little, nervous. You watch him get out of the bed and stands up,

“Come here, stand up.”

You followed his order, unsure of what he’s going to do. He takes your hands and leads you to the massive mirror on the corner. He stands behind you.

“Look at yourself sweetheart, look how fucking ethereal you are.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, your breathing hitches as he looks at you through the mirror. “Your beauty is so hypnotizing. Honestly, do you think I won’t kill the bastards who look at you in the wrong way?”

You smile at hearing that, thinking he’s just being dramatic as usual.

“Don’t you understand how many times I’ve had the urge to just rip off the men whenever I go out with you, even just from today at the Oscars.” He licked his lips, curling his hand on your waist. He seemed to be…nervous. “I wanted to take those cameras and just fucking break them on the floor. I wanted to gouge their eyes out at how they were staring at you, I'd cut their arms and hands with a chainsaw from just touching you slightly!"

You looked at him through the mirror, finally removing your eyes from the floor. He stared within your eyes as if he was inspecting every inch of you, as if he was exploring the very essence of your soul and body. The lust and crave in his eyes started to make you worried.

“You captivate every room and place you go into, and it drives me insane.” He didn’t notice your shaking hands as he continued, “I hate how people can hear you laugh, sit beside you and feel your warmth. I hate it so fucking much. They do not deserve the smile and the feelings you give them.”

You shifted uncomfortably as he leaned on your neck, kissing it. There was a suffocating desire in his chest to paint his claim violently upon your body in this room right now, outside full of maids and guards.

You didn’t know what to say to his confession…

“You’re such an angel baby. Stop being so hard to yourself and actually realize how fucking alluring you are. You do not deserve to lift a finger, you are too pretty for that. So stop this silly nonsense and let’s go back to bed.”

He brings you back to the bed, he takes the tray again on his lap as you sit beside him. He brings the laptop to your lap.You hold his hand and smile at him. He tenses up a little at your unexpected action but smiles back at you and kisses your forehead softly.

“Now come on, Open up.”

You grinned and rolled your eyes, “Okay, fine. But next time, I’m feeding you.”

“Oh, is that so?”

You nod surely.

“I’m looking forward to it then.” He says as he brings the spoon on your lips, you took another bite while your eyes were focused on your favorite cartoon.

He takes your damaged wrist that was still hurting you a bit, “Does your wrist still hurt, baby?”

“A little.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He says as he kisses your wrist and caresses it back and forth.

“It’s okay.” You mumbled softly.

He puts your head on his shoulder as you watch the cartoon. You felt safe, away from everybody who saddened you. He’ll protect you, he’ll stand alone with you while everyone is against you if that’s what it takes.

That’s how much he loves you.

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STOP OMG. ZANE is such a girly girl, you both should def see a Barbie movie. Btw, can you both pls adopt me🫶?

#fluff #male yandere #romance #yandere #oneshot #drabble #angst #yandere x reader #yandere core #smut #soft yandere #oneshot requests #light angst #slow burn #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere male #tw yandere #yandere oc

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snapple16 · 9 months

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Hello, Hello! So since I mentioned it here first I'm gonna share the first ch for the Bowuigi 20s au here! Now as I say on my fics comments much appreciated!

Warnings!

Tw: Blood, Guns. It's a gang fic so..

Also this ch is tame compared to what I have planned

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Cricket song filled the night air as fireflies danced amongst the tree trunks. The small man-made lake glittered in moon light, owls called out to the night as they took flight. It was a peaceful night, until the grind of wheels on the dirt road interrupted the nighttime symphony. The headlights of the two vehicles were kept off even though the occupants were on their own land. They didn't want to draw attention to themselves. The first vehicle, a Willy's Overland Whippet 93A came to a stop just on the shores of the lake. The car's occupants filed out, the four turtle like creatures moved quickly around to the large padlocked chest strapped to the back. The driver pulled a large key ring from his pocket, letting out a triumphant noise when he found the key on the large ring and unlocked the trunk. The larger of the four a five foot ten bruiser reached in and pulled out the beaten up occupant.

"Pl-please.. I.. I didn't want to.." The koopa pleaded as he was dropped unceremoniously on the ground. The green shell on his back was cracked badly, leaking blood as did his nose. The brown hair on his head was matted from blood and dirt. The front passenger door of the specially built Rolls Royce Phantom Limo opened as a nicely dressed koopa hybrid got out, his head was clean shaven a few black scales dotted around his single eye while the other was covered in an eye patch. A black shell lay over the suit jacket.

He moved over to the back of the door and opened it allowing the King to exit. "King" Bowser Ryujin was an intimidating sight for his men to behold no matter how many times they saw him. Standing a little over seven foot tall with firey red hair slicked back between two sharp horns, sharp fangs poked out from his bottom lip of a mouth set in a human face that always had a nasty smirk. Dressed in his nice three piece suit with his large spiked green shell on the back he looked every bit of the Mafia boss that he was. His scaled tail swished back and forth like a cat waiting to pounce on its prey, fiery red eyes glowed as they focused on the koopa man before him. From behind him came a much shorter man with round rim glasses and a pointy cone hat perched on his head, dressed in a fancy suit Kamek did not look at all that intimidating until he waved the wand that doubled as a cane.

The bloodied koopa started to crawl toward his old boss still trying to plead his case. "Boss, I.. I'm so sorry I didn't want to. You gotta believe me. King Boo he.. he tricked me.. he said he'd-"

The koopa flinched as the one eyed koopa reached into his jacket, the traitor expected a gun or a knife instead he pulled out the case holding the King's prefered cigars. The other koopa pulled one out and deftly clipped the end and offered it up to his king. Bowser plucked it from his third's fingers holding one end up to his mouth where he blew a small flame on the end catching it on fire. He blew it out allowing the end to smolder before he stuck it between his lips.

"Marky, Marky, Marky." Bowser shook his head as he started toward the shivering koopa on the ground before him. "I don't care why you did it. I don't care that you let that over sized marshmallow trick you. I care that you BETRAYED me, now had you come to me and told me what he was going to do, I might have let you live for even entertaining the idea of betraying me. Maybe I'd only take a finger or a hand. Now I'm afraid you put me in a difficult position: Kill you quickly and end your suffering, or make it last."

In what seemed like a split second of thinking the koopa Mark chose for him. Seeing no other way out of the situation alive Mark tried to scramble up and make a run for the lake. He seemed to have forgotten what the king had living in the lake, for in a matter of seconds he was overwhelmed by alligators attracted by the scent of blood. The screaming only lasted a few seconds. Bowser took a deep inhale of his cigar before letting out the smoke with a few sparks.

"Howitzer." Bowser motioned to his third.

"Sir." Howitzer nodded, he didn't even need to be told what to do already knowing what his boss wanted done. It was going to be an unpleasant night for Mark's family.

The midday sun shone brightly on the street, the pedestrians had smiles as they enjoyed the spring sun. The warm beams seemed to point toward one particular flower shop, the shop name Bella Rosa was carved into a green and blue plaque over the front door. The bell of the small flower shop jingled, signaling another customer coming in. Luigi Mariano, the owner, stood from behind the counter where he'd been kneeling, blue jean overalls slightly dirty at the knees. His blue eyes sparkled brightly as he saw who had come in.

"Mario, mio fratello!" Luigi smiled brightly as he moved around the counter to greet his older yet shorter twin brother.

In terms of appearance Mario had the same blue eyes as Luigi, his mustache was a little more styled than his brother's. Clothing wise however they were on the complete opposite of the spectrum. Mario was sporting a red three piece Italian pinstripe suit, which only made sense since he was the boss of the Mariano family mafia. Despite his lifestyle Mario always made time to visit his little brother. While Luigi was spared the life of a mafia leader or at least second, their father had made sure he still got into 'real man's work' and had him drafted into the military, special forces to be exact.

Mario had been furious and wanted to get his little brother out, unfortunately before Mario could get to him Luigi had finished his basic training and was shipped out. By some miracle, Luigi had survived the first world war and made it home. To Mario's shock, he was still the same sweet, slightly skittish man he'd been when he left. Even so Mario made sure his baby brother wouldn't be involved in anything violent ever again. Now head of the family Mario had a protective order put on Luigi and his shop.

"Lu, how's business?" Mario asked warmly as he embraced his brother, not at all bothered by the dirt getting on his thousand dollar clothes. "Must be good since its spring time."

"Its going well, everyones getting ready for mass and Easter sunday." Luigi nodded pulling away. "What are you up to?"

"Just a routine drive around. DK's wanting to meet up later for drinks so I figured best get work out of the way." Mario stated. "Heard rumors there's been a few koopas running around the area."

"Only the few civilians that don't live in Bowser's territory. Not all koopas work for him you know." Luigi shook his head. While he's heard stories of the terrifying dragon turtle hybrid he'd never seen the man. Not that he wanted to, if even some of what he'd been told was true. "I know I'm beating a dead horse but please try not to get caught by the police in a speakeasy or start any fights?"

"Hey, I don't always start those fights and I've never been caught." Mario huffed, crossing his arms. Luigi couldn't help but giggle, even as a mafia leader his brother still acted like a child sometimes. It was good to see Mario still had his heart even with what he does for a living. "Oh by the way, Peach wants to meet up this weekend with us and the other girls. Daisy's gonna be there." At Mario's eyebrow wiggle Luigi just rolled his eyes, his brother knew his preference lay with his own gender. Didn't mean Mario wouldn't tease him relentlessly.

"Still, please try to stay out of trouble. I really don't need your men dragging your tail in here like they did two months ago." Luigi stated.

"Hey, that was not my fault. DK said that area was legit, how was I supposed to know it had already been overtaken by those koopa creeps?" Mario defended. Luigi just shook his head as he pulled his older brother back into a hug.

"Go handle your business, I got orders to fill." Luigi smiled at him as they pulled apart.

"You sure you don't want me to leave a couple men here for you? I'm sure they'd be willing to help out." Mario offered. Luigi shook his head no.

"No, Fratello, you need all the help you can get to keep you out of trouble." Luigi smiled. "Now go on."

Mario always hated leaving his little brother alone since he came home from the war. Not that Luigi couldn't handle himself, the skinnier Mariano brother was a gentle soul and prefered talking to fighting. He would rather himself get hurt than someone else. And the last time he left Luigi alone he'd been shipped out.

Mario sighed as he nodded. "Alright, bro. I've been hearing some of King Boo's men and more of Bowser's have been spotted roaming our streets at night. So don't go out unless absolutely necessary, and even then call me so I can send someone to be with you."

"Mario, I'm not a little boy anymore you know." Luigi rolled his eyes.

"No but you are a mafia boss's brother. A dopo, fratellino." Mario walked toward the door where his men waited outside for him. As the door closed he looked down at the toad with blue spots, "Mikey, you stay close to this shop. If Lu leaves you, follow him, capiche?"

"Comprendo, Boss." Mikey nodded with a salute to his mushroom cap.

"And for God's sake stay out of sight this time." Mario ordered as he approached the car waiting for him. Mikey saluted again as he hurried away from the shop front toward a good vantage point.

All the men under Mario 'The Plumber' Mariano learned one particular rule upon their initiation: No one touched Luigi Mariano. Any who broke the rule, gang member or rival member learned very quickly what Mario's wrath felt like.

#bowuigi #luigi #story

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im-a-king-baby · 8 months

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I am re-reading ELYN now, so I will ask for some insights soon with a fresh memory 😊

But for now, maybe I can send you a flower ?

🌺

Hi!! I hope you enjoyed reading it again!

Here is an epistolary section that never made it into the fic (I had a few spares, just in case 😄):

PopIdolLive shares TEN Fun Facts about Simme to celebrate the And The Next World Tour announcement!!!

Simme is Swedish and Venezuelan. His dad was Swedish but moved to Venezuela where he met Simme’s Mom and they had two kids before moving back to Sweden when Simme was ~3. Simme has credited his Mom’s insistence that they spoke Spanish at home as how he managed to keep the language!

His first ever single Como Este had a mix of Spanish and English lyrics and that blend has continued across three albums, but fans are still waiting for Simme to record a song in Swedish. Simme has blamed this on a lack of Swedish songwriters in L.A. (sad, but true!)

During Simme’s first tour (the Chaos tour!) his crew had an in-joke called ‘Stop! Hammer time!’ where they had to stop at any hardware store they passed on the road and buy a hammer. When the tour split into two buses it became a competition to find the most interesting novelty hammer and they started signing them and giving them to fans at stage door when the buses ran out of hammer space! (eventually this stopped when the label lawyers found out and got scared about liability)

Also on the Chaos Tour, since they didn't have a set tour schedule the merch t-shirts were left blank on the back and the crew would write on wherever they played each day making each one a collectors item (The rarest is the single one for 'Jimmy's House' which has never been sold, but signed shirts from 'LaGuardia Airport Lounge' and 'A Starbucks in Leeds' have hit five figures at auction!)

Simme wore a silver bracelet throughout the Honesty tour which he hasn’t confirmed was a gift from the Voice 2024 runner-up Alfonso Perez but it did appear shortly after they were seated together at multiple events and a photo leaked of them having an intimate kiss in a limo driving away from the AMAs.

Speaking of romantic entanglements, Simme attended a prestigious Swedish boarding school where he dated the Crown Prince of Sweden for nearly three years! They looked adorable together, but broke up after graduation so that the Prince could go into the army and Simme could move to L.A to pursue music.

It has been Noted by the fans that Simme gets less dressed on each album (a jacket on Simme, an unbuttoned shirt on HH, shirtless on ATN.) There is a running fan theory that album 4 which the fans have dubbed ‘the CENSORED album’ will feature Simme fully naked (with the title covering up enough to keep it decent!) staring at the camera.

And if the idea of fans naming albums feels unlikely, we have precedent! In an interview during the Honesty, Honestly press tour the interviewer commented that Simme was released in December 2023, and HH was dropping just over a year later in January 2025, Simme grinned and said: ‘And the next March 26!’. The fans latched onto this, referring to album 3 as And The Next so consistently that it ended up being the name chosen for the album! (which actually came out in June 2026, so only a few months late!)

On the bridge of Relentless Simme names twenty five cities, all of which were visited during the Chaos Tour. When this song is performed live, Simme always includes the name of the city he's performing in on the list (except for Portland, when he got mixed up and said Atlanta instead! Oops!)

Simme returned to his home country of Sweden towards the end of the Chaos Tour, but was unable to play there when he was touring Honesty, Honestly due to scheduling conflicts with Stockholm venues (boo!). The current ATN tour schedule doesn't have Sweden dates listed but there's plenty of time for more countries to be announced so watch this space!!!

#elyn fic #bonus content meme #this is an Official Gossip Site so it does not mention the fanfiction #but there is absolutely Simme fanfiction #This epistolary bit was fun but it didn't reeallly give us any plot which is why it got dropped

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zibiscusloon · 2 years

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Finally finished all the new episodes! Therefore I’m screaming all my thoughts at you guys cause I’m a dumb mess and you guys are the only people who tolerate my gibberish!

Jailbroken

-Oh my poor sweet idiots..

-oh lord they’re trying to escape-

-Let them out of the gay baby jail box! They’ve done nothing wrong! >:(

-I will continue to argue the absurdity of Inkwell Isles justice system. Cupsy & Mugsy steal cookies: jail time. Saltbaker attempts three counts of murder: community service-

-Mugman would make the best of prison-

-Miss Cyclops my beloved 💕

-Mugsy immediately being down to get out when he saw Cuphead get upset was genuinely wholesome 💕 (the two fight a lot this season so I treasure every wholesome moment-)

-They’re happy to be grounded akajshsj lmao-

Charmed and Dangerous

-Boys you ain’t getting those cookies sweeties stop trying

-Chalice! 💛💛💛

-Of course she has a mob after her

-She continues to a master of manipulation. Good for her.

-the Goat-

-they fucking stole his car-

-Hilda!! 💕💕

-Aaaandd they crashed-

-Oh hey! The mob! :D wait that’s bad-

-“Remember when I said I was lying about the angry mob? Well, the funny thing is, I was lying about lying about the angry mob!”

-“And it’s true. Chalice is a lying grifting friend-abandoning thief who-“ well damn Mugsy go off I guess-

-Boo! 👻

A High Seas Adventure!

-This is probably one of my favorites-

-BOYS PUT THOSE SWORDS DOWN OH LORD-

-Brineybeard! :D my favorite simp!

-Y’all are sleeping on “Sweets for me Sweet”, it’s genuinely catchy-

-I strive to be that parrot, sassy lil shit-

-💕💕CALA MARIA 💕💕

-He’s so in love-

-“Cala Marrrria!! Hiiiiii!!”

-“You talk to much.” Her.. her voice 😳

-THEY BROKE HIS FUCKING LEGS-

-Yes! Slay Queen! We live a girl loving being an absolute monster!

-Same Mugsy-

-Briney is respectful and I feel everyone forgets that. Won’t call Cala anything she doesn’t wanna be called.

-Overall I was a huge Calabeard shipper back in like 2017 so this episode really made me happy-

-Mugsy’s a real pirate 💕🥹

Another Brother

-How the hell do they get into town now that I think about it- there’s a hug ass cliff there-

-Protective Mugsy-

-Ew Bowlboy-

-Boys please get along once this season-

-“Chess?!! Without helmets???!!!”

-He.. he wants to.. be.. Cuphead. Stay away from my boy you lil shit-

-Anddd goodbye Bowlboy! You creepy lil shit! (affectionate & derogatory)

Sweet Temptation

-And Cuphead knows no self restraint. Who’s really shocked.

-Mugsy how the hell is your Candy not expired. Also who the fuck eats candy like that-

-Cupsy got the boot 😔

-Hey! Sugarland!

-*gasp* BARONESS!! 💕💕

-She’s cursed? Can we get more of her lord please-

-Lmao Cupsy knows what’s up- I’m genuinely shocked he had enough common sense to know the classic lured to eat candy by some lady who wants to eat me routine-

-Gee. Wonder when these two specific rules will be broken.

-And they’re immediately broken.

-Oh lord she really is deranged-

-My lil gummy and ginger boys 🥺 oh lord don’t eat them-

-Whippet Creampup is genuinely scary what the hell-

-KETTLE NO-

The I Scream Man

-Mugsy faking sick- ..I can’t say shit I’ve done it before.

-“Errands!!” :D

-My boy wants to be a pirate so bad it’s so cute-

-Calamug shippers y’all are winning this episode with his lil crush. Not my cup of tea but good for y’all. ☺️

-Ice Cream Man- (derogatory)

-Imma be honest and say I honestly thought he was Bowlboy disguised to torment Mugman. He has Bowlboy vibes.

-MUGSY PUT THE CONE DOWN-

-Don’t throw sprinkles in my boy’s eyes!! >:v

-Aaaannnd reading ruined.

-DON’T YOU RUN MY BOY OVER- >:V

-His stupid ass hat-

-.. He spoiled the book. KILL HIM-

-Feral Mugman is best Mugman.

Piano Lesson

-Look at my baby 🥹 living his dream- oh it is a dream. Oh.

-My grandpa always sings this old song about crawdads and I may have hummed it the entirety of the episode because they kept showing up-

-Hey Ludwig! He’s an NPC guy! :)

-Bitch how is you’re limo that long-

-Moogman

-My baby is trying his best ok-

-As a former piano student. Yes Mugman. That instrument is actual hell ti get to sound right.

-Hey! Look at Cupsy! My boy doing great- 🥰 MUGMAN NO-

-“What have I told you about using my hedge trimmer’s to mutilate your brother?”

-And more unhinged Mugman-

-Ludwig! You dirty thief! >:V

-Oh lord and he’s fucking dead-

-That moment at the end was genuinely cute-

Release the Demons!

-My other favorite episode 💕

-Honestly I feel Devil on the anger issues- same dude- same-

-Henchman is trying his best-

-“And of course! He couldn’t name twinkle twinkle little star!!!!-“

-And.. they’re all dead-

-Lil baby Cuphead & Mugman- 🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹

-Their lil coats are so cute-

-💕DICE!!💕

-“And then he had this ..sweater! And it was invisible, and impenetrable, and dumb-“

-Dice Henchman friendship?-

-Hey! I like the funny lil round boy! Hope nothing bad happens to him! (I was soon to be wrong-)

-I love how the gate to Hell is just.. there. Anyone in Inkwell Isles can just go through it.

-Dice you gotta get in your work to!

-And he’s a smooth talker like always

-Have I mentioned how cute Cuphead & Mugman are this episode?

-NOOOO!! LIL ROUND BOY!! DICE WHY-

-Devil in a towel Devil in a towel Devil in

-The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?!- 👀

-annndd they want pie.

-Cuphead is (legally) free!! :D (Devil clearly doesn’t care but I’m still happy for my boy)

-Stickler you bold lil shit-

-I’ve actually been wondering if the sweater affected all demons or just the Devil. So this answers my question.

-This episode exists to ruin Devil’s day.

Dead Broke

-Chalice! 💛 my favorite spooky girl!

-ICE CREAM MAN- (double derogatory)

-This plan actually completely works on paper. Just saying.

-Sally Stageplay!! :D she’s rocking her outfit can I just say- slay Queen!

-“Do you have any idea what’s it like to be stuck in the same house as your sibling, day in and day out?” “Yep.” Felt that-

-Feel this is supposed to be a reference to how Chalice kept getting kidnapped by ghosts in the game.

-NO!! MY BABIES ICE CREAM MONEY-

Rat’s All Folks!

-Well damn Elder Kettle what that fly ever do to you-

-Aw they’re making him a cake (oh. It’s so he’ll do something for them. Seems about right.)

-Werner Werman!! The bastard! :D

-“We don’t know that’s how he got in.” “That’s how I got in.”

-Cheeky bastard-

-He ate the cake!! >:V damnit-

-Stop torturing my boys please-

Say Cheese

-Another fight

-AMUSEMENT PARK- MOVIES- AMUSEMENT PARK- MOVIES- AMUSEMENT PARK- MOV-

-Look at them in their dumb lil suits-

-Kettle’s dark origin story-

-OH LORD WHERE’D HE GET A FLAMETHROWER- (He just.. has that in the back of his truck??)

-Guess it’s bully Elder Kettle hours

-Mugman who’s side are you on-

-Kettle put the golf club down-

-I like that bee cop lady-

-Oh my gosh they’re still wanted-

-Shouldn’t the statue of limitation on Kettle’s charges be up?? I don’t know the statue on limitation on arson but he did that in his youth and he’s an ol grandpa now-

-Yeah! Family mugshots! :D

Lost in the Woods

-This whole episode is just the grasshopper and the ant in some way

-Don’t split up- annnddd they split.

-Cupsy just get bullied by wildlife for 14 minutes

-Lil feral Cuphead lil lil feral Cuphead lil fer-

-How the hell did he- Mugsy you should go into real estate! Look how quick you made that cabin!

-Mugsy tries to kill Cuphead this season: Part 2!

-Cuphead’s such a lil gremlin this episode-

The Devil’s Pitchfok

-My other favorite episode! (That also hurts me-)

-It’s a beautiful day in Inkwell Hell! *distant screaming*

-Devil is such a pathetic lil cat man- feel that-

-The writer is- audacious- I mean go off dude write an article dissing the fucking Devil-

-He deserves to have fun! :D burn that city down!

-Mugsy is just the type of older brother who unknowingly embarrasses you-

-Devil & Henchman getting all giddy about Devil’s work is genuinely so wholesome-

-De-Dev you forgot something- andddd he’s gone. This won’t go horribly wrong.

-And they found it- oh lord now there’s fire-

-Mugsy, sweetie, never change.

-Think they’ve just killed people with pasta

-He made Mount Mugmore! 🥹 That’s so cute- oh hi Devil.

-Mugsy & Cupsy bully Devil, part.. uh.. lost track at this point.

-“Goodbye to Cuphead.”

-NOOOOOOOOO!!

-Dude the fucking guilt on his face-

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

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mxdimitrescu · 20 days

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After Party

Synopsis: Salem and Cardi B. goes to the Awards and ends the night in a naughty way.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Cardi B x GP!Salem Black

(Masterlist)

Salem

I looked at myself in the mirror and straightened out my black tie and put my hair into a neat bun, showcasing my short sides. I smirked and went to the living room and called upstairs.

"Cardi! It's time to go!"

"Nigga, it takes time to look this good," Cardi said as she walked down the stairs, looking stunning in her dress.

"Wow, you look beautiful babe," I said stunned as I held out my hand for her to take and helped her get off the last step.

"Thanks bae. You look handsome," Cardi said, giving me her genuine smile that I only see.

I took her hand and walked outside of the house to enter the black limo. As we sat in the back, I told the driver to start driving. As the limo moved, Cardi leaned into my side while on her phone checking Instagram.

"Bae, smile for the picture," she ordered.

Cardi and I posed for the camera and at the last minute, I kissed her cheek causing her to grin widely.

"Aw baby, we look cute," Cardi said as she posted the picture on Instagram with the caption, "With my boo."

We sat in quiet with me holding her until we arrived at the Grammys.

"We're here," the driver announced.

"Ready babygirl?" I asked her causing her to nod.

I nodded and knocked on the window signaling that we're to go. I opened the door and got out to be greeted by cheers and flashes. I smiled at the cameras and gave a wave before turning my attention to Cardi. I gave her my hand and she took it as she got out of the car as the cheers became louder at the sight of her.

I wrapped my arm around her waist as we walked on the carpet. We posed for the cameras for couple minutes until we were pulled in for an interview.

"Tonight, we have two of our nominations today, Cardi B and her handsome girlfriend, Salem Roark. How are you guys doing?" The interviewer asked.

"Good." "Awesome."

"Now, I heard that you are going to be opening the Grammys show tonight, are you excited, Salem?" She asked.

"Yup, I can't wait to open for the Grammys. It's a lifelong dream for me," I told her as I pulled Cardi close to me.

We continued the interview until it was time for me to go and get changed for my performance. I kissed Cardi and told her I'll be back after the performance.

"Make me proud daddy," she huskily whispered and pulled away smirking knowing the effect she had on me.

I shook my head at her while grinning and walked away to the dresser room. I changed into my performance outfit and walked out onto the dark stage and got into my position.

"Welcome to the 62th Annual Grammy Awards!" Alicia Keys greeted into the mircophone causing the crowd to cheer.

"To start off the Grammy Awards, our first performance is well know for her number one hit on the Billboard chart for a month. She has sold out 350 million copies overnight. It is my pleasure to introduce you Salem Roark with her song SUCKER!" Alicia said as she moved off the stage and the song began playing.

After few minutes, I ended my performance causing everyone to stand and applause and cheer for me as I smiled widely and got off the stage. I changed back into my suit and walked to where Cardi was sitting and sat with her. she leaned over and whispered into my ear.

"You look absolutely ravishing up there daddy. I got wet just watching you sing and dance."

I groaned silently at her words and and growled as I whispered back, "After this, I'm going to fuck you so hard once we get home, babygirl."

I saw her clench her legs and smirked as I turned by attention to the awards. We gave out awards and it was my category, Record of the year.

"The nominees are: Drake with God's Plan, Lady Gaga & Bradley Cooper with Shallow, Post Malone with Rockstar, Lauren Jauregui with More Than That, and lastly, Salem Roark with Sucker," Alicia said as she opened the envelope and read out the winner, "And the winner is SALEM WITH SUCKER!"

I stood up with excitement and kissed Cardi on the lips and walked up to recieve my award and gave a speech.

"Wow, t-there's no words to describe. I want to give this award to my writers and producers who helped me write this song. I want to dedicate this song to my family who helped me become this person right now. And lastly, I want to dedicate this to my beautiful girlfriend, Cardi B. Baby, I couldn't have done this without you. You are my soulmate and I love you."

I finished my speech which resulted in loud cheers as I walked back to my seat to be greeted by Cardi giving me a full on kiss in front of the national television.

She broke the kiss and whispered, "I love you too, daddy."

I smiled and sat down with her beside me. We continued the awards with me reciving three more Grammys and Cardi also won two Grammys. The Grammy Award shows was coming to an end and all the artists were going to the after show party.

Cardi and I decided not to go to the after show party and got into our limo. As soon the door closed, Cardi straddled my lap wrapping her arms around my neck and her lips on mine.

Our mouths moved in passionate kiss, her tongue entering my mouth causing me to moan. Our tongues began fighting for dominance which I've won and explored her mouth. Cardi began grinding onto my hardening member.

Before we do anything more, we were stopped when the limo stopped and a knock on the door interrupting us. We exited the limo and walked into the house. I went to the kitchen to grab a water bottle while Cardi went to our bedroom.

As I took a sip from my water bottle, I loosen my tie and took off my jacket and vest and walked upstairs to our bedroom. I walked into to be greeted by Cardi laying down on the bed in her black lacy lingerie. I wetted my lips as she got up from the bed and sensually walked up to me, putting her hands on my shirt covered chest. She smirked and slowly unbuttoned my black shirt and slid it off my broad shoulder.

She dragged her nails down to my waist where she unbuckled my belt and pants and slid them down leaving me in my sports bra and boxer briefs that clearly shows my hardened member.

She grabbed me by my hard member, pulled me to the bed, and switched our positions to push me onto the bed. Cardi smirked as she slowly stripped off her black lacy thong and bra while my eyes darkened at the erotic sight.

She moved her hands to my briefs and slid them off my bottom and told me to take off my sports bra which I did. She then crawled onto my lap and started grinding against my abs, giving her the simulation for her clit as she drenched my abs with her cum.

I groaned at the sight as Cardi groped her own breasts. I tried to reach for them but she slapped my hand away shaking her head at me.

"No boo, you only look no touching," she wiggled her finger while smirking causing me to growl at her.

As she was distracted, I sat up and flipped our positions with me on top and wrapped my left hand around her neck.

I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Babygirl, I can touch whenever I want to. You're not in charge of me, I am in charge here."

With that, I moved myself in between her legs with my member aligned against her clenching entrance. With a smirk on my face, I snapped my hips, entering my hard member inside her tight clenching entrance.

Cardi shrieked in pain and pleasure as she wrapped her legs around my waist tightly and her nails dug deeply into my shoulders causing me to hiss in pain.

I smirked and started moving my hips, making slow and deep thrusts as I leaned down to kiss her. I requested entrance and was granted then our tongues began a long duel which ended up me winning the fight as I began exploring her mouth.

Cardi broke the kiss after few moments to whimper our, "Faster baby!"

I complied with her request and began thrusting deeper and faster, hitting the g-spot causing her to moan loudly.

"Yessss!" She arched her back with her eyes clenched closed and head thrown back.

"God babygirl, you look sexy as fuck," I husked out as I look down to see her black silky hair strewn all over the pillow, her lips swollen from the biting, her breasts moving along with her breathing, and lastly her dark brown eyes that promised mischievousness.

I bit my lip and moved my right hand to rub her clit while tightened my left hand's grip on her neck giving her the sensation. I started feeling her pussy starting to tightened around my member and I knew that she was close.

I leaned in as I kept thrusting and whispered, "You want to cum?"

She whimpered and nodded.

"Say it."

"Daddy, I want to cum," Cardi said as she moved her hand to grip my hand that was on her throat.

I felt my balls tightened at her plea and told her, "Look at me in the eyes babygirl."

She opened her eyes, dark brown eyes met my green eyes, and I said, "Cum for me."

With that command and one certain thrust of my hips, she had my member with a tight grip and came on my member with a loud shriek that turned into a moan of my name, "SALEEEM!"

The feeling of her juices coating my member made me grunt and did one final thrust and emptied myself inside of her. I groaned at the feeling of her walls unconsciously clench around me.

After few moments when our post orgasm moment passed, I gently pulled myself out of her causing us to groan at the feeling of emptiness and laid on my back besides her.

Cardi moved to lay her body on top of me and started tracing my abs with random designs. I softly rubbed her back as I stared at the ceiling.

"That was amazing like always," Cardi breathed out with a smirk as she got up and straddled my hip, looking down at me.

"Mmh, babygirl, what are you doing?" I hummed out as I rubbed her hips with my eyebrow cocked up in question.

"I want more daddy," she bluntly stated while slowly started moving her hip against me.

"Alright you insaitable kitten," I growled out as I moved my member under her clenching entrance without letting her know then thrusted up causing her to shriek with her nails dug in me.

Soon, we started our second lovemaking, then third, then fourth, and didn't finished till it was two in the morning when we finally passed out from intense session.

#cardi b #gxg #gxg smut #wlw #wlw imagine #gxg imagine #smut #gp!reader #gip!reader

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bpoisonpsycho · 1 month

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I've written this weeks ago just wanted to share this with y'all.

Grayson Waller x Logan Paul

pure smut. semi public sex.

Maverick Knows Best

Logan Paul is a party freak and he doesn't care if it's night or day, he only wants to celebrate everyday as a new day, party is his life.

Logan is in his limo, scrolling on his phone, the whole limo was surrounded by fans, waiting Logan to come out and sign autographs for them, but the problem wasn't Logan, the problem was the news reporters, media and the security, who were keeping the fans away from Logan, because media invited Logan here for an interview bout his early life and current status, but Logan wasn't enjoying the interference between him and his fans, he loves to meet fans and the love from fans he appreciates the most but these media security guys were bothering him so he better busy himself with his phone, Logan's guard knocks on the window gently to inform him something.

" Mr Paul your friend want to meet you and he's here right now standing next to me" The guard informed him.

Logan looked at the window fans were chanting and booing about something that Logan didn't understand.

" Let him in! " Logan said, but because of noise guard didn't hear clearly so Logan said it twice in a row aloud, guard heard him and let the guy in, Logan wasn't in mood til he realizes it was Grayson Waller himself.

The both men shake hands and hug slightly each other.

" Hi what are you doin here silly?" Logan with an extra excited voice.

" Checked your Instagram story, your dull emoji told me that you don't want to come here, so here I am! " Grayson clarified himself with a huge smile on his face.

" Aw bro, thanks it's been a borin day until now! " Logan said and punches friendly on Grayson's shoulder Grayson chuckles as usually.

" Wanna go somewhere else? " Grayson asked.

" Yeah but how do we get out of here without being seen? " Logan shrugs.

" No worries when Grayson Waller is here for ya lad! " Grayson replies with a gleeful smile.

Grayson leans to Logan a bit and said something in his ear, Logan paid attention then looked at Grayson and a huge smile comes on his face.

" Dude you're a genius!" Logan said.

" Where's the lie " Grayson winks at him and slowly opens the other door of the limo without being seen by the driver and fans and gets in to crowd by crawling and gives Logan a single to join him, Logan immediately follows Grayson and the both men crawled out of the huge crowd and ran away from the place, the both men crossed the zebra crossing and reach to the other side of the zebra crossing.

The both men heavily breathing from running out of stamina.

Logan was in bending position then he slowly gets up and looked at Grayson and the both men start laughing about it.

" That was awesome, you did it bro!" Logan said and pats on Grayson's muscular arm.

" Nah we did it lad!" Grayson replies back and friendly punches on Logan's shoulder.

Logan pause for a while and gazed into Grayson's eyes then smiles deeply.

" Yeah we did it, drink not prime!" Logan asked and laughs about prime thing.

" Sure lad, there's a bar across the street and relax the guy who runs the bar ain't interested in showbiz thing so there will be no prob!" Grayson replies, Logan was gazing at him while he was busy in talking and pointing.

" C'mon lad!" Grayson said and walk away.

" Hi wait for me bro!" Logan runs after him.

Grayson bring Logan to the bar where Logan found the room full of the strangers and they didn't pay attention when the both men arrived and take their seats, bartender turns to them and ask for the order.

" Whiskey for sure!" Grayson said.

Bartender turns to Logan.

" Yeah whiskey for the win baby!" Logan shouted happily.

Bartender shake his head as yes and bring whiskey for them and serves them.

Grayson picked his whiskey and looks at Logan.

" Cheers lad for our successful runaway!" Grayson said and makes Logan laugh.

" Aw man, yeah cheers!" Logan smiles and cheers, and the both men start drinking whiskey.

After a long chit chat about their work the both men finished up their whiskey and before Grayson could pay for the drinks Logan pays and winks at Grayson.

" Benevolent eh!" Grayson answers Logan's wink.

" Where's the lie, mwah!" Logan with naughty tone of his own, making Grayson laugh.

" Hi let's take a walk bro!" Logan asked for Grayson's hand, Grayson smiles and put his hand in Logan's hand, the warmth of Grayson's hand awaken something inside of Logan.

Logan grabbed on Grayson's hand and take him out of the bar, the whole way Grayson was talking as usual but Logan was gazing at him.

Grayson looked at Logan when he didn't get response from Logan, he paused from the way Logan was gazing him.

" Why you lookin at me like that?" Grayson asked with a nervous voice.

" Keep talkin I'm listenin dude!" Logan replies with a weird tone and he blinks slowly, wrapping his both arms around Grayson's arm.

Grayson's bottom lip slowly trembles then he released his arm from Logan gently.

Logan eyes widened, as he sees Grayson releasing his arm from him.

Grayson slowly pants and leaning towards Logan.

Logan slowly panting seeing Grayson leaning towards him.

The both men still were on the road.

But the road was quite empty and silent as well.

Grayson slowly opens Logan's lips with his hot finger, Logan pants more and more, as felt being touch by Grayson.

Grayson kisses him deeply, Logan jumps and rides on Grayson while being kissing by Grayson.

Grayson took him in the nearby phonebooth and cravenly start touching Logan everywhere of his body makes Logan panted his name out.

" Uh Grayson... uh..." Logan whispering his name.

Grayson turns Logan and grabbed his waist and kisses on the shoulder, Logan's back was touching Grayson's chest.

Logan put his own finger in mouth try not to make noise, Grayson leans more close and began to sniffs on Logan's neck to ear.

Logan closes his eyes immediately and hold tightly on Grayson's hands, wrapped around his own waist.

Grayson gently take Logan in his arms and gently took his clothes off a half from behind and enters in.

Logan slowly moans then gather himself and close his eyes and feel the warmth and love he's taking from Grayson.

Grayson was handling Logan in a police man position, and stalling Logan a bit closer to the booth's door.

Street lights were so dim, so they weren't going to be spot in someone's eyes.

Logan was gasping and moaning slowly softly until Grayson finished up, Grayson slowly pulled it out and kisses on Logan's shoulder and put Logan's clothes back on the place, and then goes for his own.

Logan wipes his lips gently and turns to Grayson.

Grayson smiles while perfecting his own outfits.

" You nailed me nearly! " Logan whispers.

" Glad to hear that, lad!" Grayson replies and trims his own hair.

" I think we shoulda go fo anotha round " Logan said shamelessly and giggles like he always does.

" I was thinkin the same!" Grayson replies.

" Hi ma hotel is nearby let's go there for round two!" Logan winks.

" Aw baby that sounds AWESOME!" Grayson shamelessly replies and high fives him gently.

" And captcha this night, make it memorable!" Logan said.

" Good idea, how bout tapin it?" Grayson and Logan come out of the booth and walk away, holding onto each other's hands.

" Exactly, baby, and then we gonna party " Logan gently replies,

Grayson snaps with other hand and pointed at him a huge smile on his face and they both leave to Logan's hotel.

The End 🩵

#wwe #smackdown #logan paul #logan paul wwe #maverick #grayson waller #Grayson waller wwe #wwe smackdown #friday night smackdown #smackdown live #wwe smackdown live #wwe smut #wwe superstars #fanfic #fanfiction #gay #smut #story

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sl-newsie · 10 months

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Ch. 21: Gone For Good?

I hardly sleep all night. Just tossing and turning, wondering where I’m going to be this time tomorrow. I hate waiting. After 3 hours of in-and-out sleep I finally decide to throw in the towel and start packing what little possession I have. In a steamer trunk I pack my cauldron, alchemy tools, potion ingredients, some clothes, and a few memorabilia. As if I’d want to remember anything. When the sun begins to rise I’ve already removed all traces of any magic from my dorm and have transported my luggage off to the woods. Just in case. I do, however, keep a vial of firecracker draught and a few other items for precaution. I also tell Binx and Twilight to wait in the woods, despite both cats putting up a hissy fit in rebuttal.

At first I tried to sneak out to get to the VK dorms, but the hallway was bustling with girls scrambling to and fro trying to do their hair, makeup, and touch up their dresses. Now I’m waiting in the shadows of the trees outside Carlos and Jay’s dorm, watching in fury and disgust as the goody-goodies start making their way to the cars waiting to take them to the church for coronation. I see Mal go off to join Ben at the royal carriage, while Evie, Jay, and Carlos make their way over to where I’m hiding.

“Magica?”

“Here!” I hiss. Carlos gets closer and I see he’s holding Dude, who’s dressed in a mini bow tie! “You even dressed Dude up in a tie! Aww!” My heart melts as I kneel down to pet the precious mutt.

“Is that a spellbook?” Evie asks when she sees mom’s book in my lap.

I nod. “It was my mom’s. Well, technically my Aunt Winnie’s, but mom gave it to me as a birthday gift before my father took me from the Isle. Don’t worry, I only practice the lighter dark magic. No more black flame candles or turning people into cats.”

Jay frowns. “Black flame candles?”

“Long story.”

“So are you ready to go?” Evie asks with a bright smile.

I smile sadly and shake my head. “I wish I could be there with you guys, but I’m not sure how to tag along without getting banished to the Isle for good.”

Carlos scratches Dude’s ears and thinks for a minute. “I might have an idea…”

After quickly transporting to the woods and digging out my invisible cloak, I slip it on and step out in the open in front of the VKs.

Jay keeps feeling around with a lost look on his face. “Trixie? Sanderson? Are you there?”

“Magica…?”

“Boo!” I poke Evie’s shoulder.

“Ah! Magica, is that a-?”

I flip the head up and nearly send Jay tripping backwards over a root. “Yup! An invisibility cloak! Enchanted it myself!”

“Just wait ‘til Mal sees! Or won’t see,” Jay smirks.

“You could’ve told me she was coming with us!” Evie pokes Carlos’ shoulder. “Then I would’ve made her a proper coronation gown! Not this typical dress!”

Using the cloak, I follow the VKs to the cars and try to situate a way for me to sneak in to sit with them without looking suspicious. I also notice Remus is the driver.

“Hey, guys. All ready to go? Um… why the big gap?” He points at the empty spot (me) next to Carlos and Jay.

“Uh… Jay might be getting a cold so we’re giving him some space,” Evie says with a sweet smile as Carlos sets Dude on his lap.

Remus smirks. “Sure.” He starts the limo up and begins driving out of the school grounds. “So what’d you guys think of Magica’s disappearing act? I heard it was pretty sick. Gotta say, though. I’m gonna miss her.”

Huh?

We all exchange confused looks (or try to, considering no one can lock eyes with me).

“You… liked her? Don’t you think she’s evil? She is a witch after all.”

“Just because she’s a witch doesn’t mean she’s wicked. I should know. My mom’s a witch.”

We all gasp. “What?!”

Remus chuckles. “Yeah, dad made a deal with a woman he found crying in the Enchanted Forest. She said that people would mock and laugh at her just for being a witch and he felt sorry for her. Dad said that if she could guess his name then he’d give her fame and fortune, but if she couldn’t then she'd have to marry him. Unfortunately mom has a terrible memory and couldn’t remember, but after a few months they fell in love and mom was happy to marry him. So you see, not all witches are evil. They’re just misunderstood.”

“Aw,” I smile. But then I remember I’m supposed to not be here and now I fear I’ve given myself away. Um.. maybe not?

“Hiya Sanderson!” Remus calls from the front. “Want a pink lollipop?”

All the VKs start talking over each other to find excuses but I give in and let down my hood.

“Hey, Remus. You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. I know you wouldn’t really do anything bad, and from what I’ve heard it wasn’t your fault. People here can be… difficult. I understand.”

“You do?”

“You forget, I’m not exactly the son of a good guy. But FG didn’t have second thoughts when she hired me as a school chauffeur. It’s like dad always says: a name doesn’t define you, only your deeds can.’”

“Um, how can anyone not remember your dad’s name? It’s, like, the most backwards name ever created!” Jay laughs.

Remus just snickers and doesn’t look up from the road. “Ok. What’s his name?”

Jay goes to answer, but shuts his mouth and scratches his head. “Huh. Jeez, why can’t I remember? It’s on the tip of my tongue!”

Our driver’s trying not to laugh. “Once you’ve heard it once, you can’t remember! That’s how dad gets his kicks. Oh, we’re here.”

Remus pulls the limo up to the church and on que I slip my hood back on. Outside there are many other students heading inside, while reporters and tv crews set up to broadcast the coronation. Broadcast the coronation?!

“Uh, guys? This is being televised! If you’re going to make a scene then I suggest go loud and proud, because every kingdom around the world is going to see it!”

“You’ve got this, Magica Sanderson. Good luck!” Remus calls..

After we slide out, Carlos and Evie take my hands and Jay hugs me from behind.

“Don’t worry. We’re with you, trixie.”

Their friendly gestures make me feel warm inside and for a moment I feel like a normal girl, but then I remember-

“Thank you so much. But it’s kinda going to look suspicious with you guys hugging air.”

“Oh. Right.”

The three VKs make their way up the church stairs while I trial closely behind, almost bumping into at least 6 other students. Using my new empathy bond, I can tell Carlos is just as anxious as I am. The church itself is decorated beautifully, with blue and gold banners displaying Ben’s upcoming celebration. They look almost familiar- no. He didn’t… Ben used my decor ideas! I guess he really does respect me as a royal advisor. But he’s not the only one who’s doubted me, and seeing all the others around me brings me back to reality. Jane, Lonnie, Tiffany, Fiona, Audrey. They will not get off as easily.

Our seats, or at least the VKs’ seats, are located at the top of the venue above the wand. Since I myself don’t have a seat, I’m forced to keep to the shadows in the corner. Dude keeps licking my cloak and edging me to come sit with him and the others but Carlos beckons him away.

“Sorry, Dude. I know, I know, I don’t want to leave her either.” Carlos gives me one last smile before going to sit next to Jay and Evie.

Down below, the final guests are arriving and clearing the isle to make way for Ben. Gorgeous gowns and suits in all designs and colors… With my simple purple corset dress I feel underdressed. They’re all chatting and buzzing about like scatterbrained chickens. Mal, wearing a gorgeous purple gown courtesy of Evie, takes her place at the bottom of the pedestal steps while Ben’s parents are standing at the top next to Fairy Godmother. That’s why Mal wanted to spell Ben, for a prime position to seal the wand. I keep looking around for a good exit in case things turn south but only find nearby windows. I could summon a broom and fly out, but that would mean leaving the others behind. So I guess this means do or die. Get the wand and release the villains, or fail and get locked up.

The music starts and the grand doors open, revealing Ben in a new blue suit. He looks nervous but also confident, and I really wish I could have wished him good luck today. But he wouldn’t accept a friendly magic gesture, not anymore. Besides Ben doesn’t look like he needs a confidence spell anyway.

When Ben walks up the steps and reaches Fairy Godmother, she removes her wand from its glass case and places the royal crown on his head. I’m supposed to be there too, to take my vows as Royal Advisor. But life’s proven that despite my efforts the only one I should advise is myself. She initiates the ceremony and Ben begins to take his vows. Meanwhile I keep looking at Mal and wondering when she’s going to make her move. Is she having second thoughts-?

“Then it is my honor, and my joy, to bless our new king-”

Out of nowhere, someone yanks the Headmistress’ wand out of her hand. But Mal hasn’t moved a muscle. Instead it’s-

“Jane?” I whisper. It is Jane! What in the name of Auradon is she doing? She’s never taken a magic class, let alone handled a wand. She could get hurt!

Fairy Godmother starts trying to reason with her. “Child! What are you doing?”

“If you won’t make me beautiful, then I’ll just do it myself!” Jane yells with fearful eyes.

I can tell she doesn’t know what she’s doing, and I’m proven further when a jet of magic blasts through the window towards- Oh God. The Isle!

“Bibbidi… bobbidi… boo!”

Jane’s attempts only keep sending out white sparks and are brought to an end when Mal wrestleed the wand out of Jane’s hands. I can tell this might be her moment, and I think Ben does too.

“Mal… hand over the wand,” Ben approaches the purple-haired VK calmly.

Mal just shakes her head and points the wand up at him. “Stand back, Ben.” He ignores this and keeps going forward. “I said stand back!”

From my post, I see Evie and Jay get up and hurry past me down the stairs towards Mal. Carlos comes over and starts looking around.

“Magica? Where are you?”

I lift my hood up. “Here.”

He puts a hand on my cheek. “This is it. At least, I think it is. Do you want to come with us?”

Um. Do I? Should I give up all hope of ever being a good witch? I mean, father will be very disappointed… And I’ll never be able to see Ben again. But then again… These VKs have helped show me that the world isn’t all black and white. Maybe I could make a life for myself on the villain side. And if it means having a life with Carlos, it will all be worth it.

I’ve made my decision.

I remove my cloak, tuck it under my arm, and take Carlos’ hand. “I’d love to. Hope you guys don’t mind a Sanderson witch tagging along.”

Carlos smiles and kisses my cheek, and I can feel his spirits lifting. “Come on. Let’s go find the others.”

We race down the stairs and find Mal and Ben at a standstill, with Evie and Ben standing behind Mal. I also see Mal’s now wearing Ben’s ring. When Ben sees Carlos and me join them, his sad face becomes even more distraught.

“Magica? Sparks? What are you doing?”

I stand my ground. “Living my own life, Brother Ben. Not the life everyone expects me to.”

“I told you so!” Audrey huffs from the sidelines. “She’s with them! She’s a wicked witch-”

I snap my fingers and the pink princess’ mouth is sealed shut. “Just shut up, you drama queen bitch!”

“Mal, do you really want to do this?” Ben pleads. “I understand you’re doing this to please your parents, but is it what you want? Is being evil what makes you happy? And Magica-” He looks at me, and in his eyes I’m reminded of the charming boy I met so many years ago. “I know you, Sparks. This isn’t what you want-”

“How would you know what I want, Ben?" I sneer. "All you’ve done is use me for my magic, just like everyone else. Making me your ‘advisor’ just to drain all my ideas and push me away because you’re ‘busy with royal duties.’ Not once, in the entire time I’ve been at Auradon Prep, have you ever wanted to hang out like the old days. You say people change? Well, you’re right Brother Ben. You’ve definitely changed.” I smirk. “And so have I.”

“She’s right, Ben!” Mal glares at the new king, her face showing a complex conflict of emotions. “We’re not like the goody-goodies here, no matter what. Even though I- I… I think I want to be good.”

“You are good!” Ben reaches for her again.

“How do you know that?!” She screams.

Ben frowns, but then looks up with a hopeful glint in his eyes. “Because I’m following my heart.”

Oh. Here we go. Mal has a change of heart. Well sorry, dearie. But I’m not.

I redon my invisible cloak and the crowd gasps.

“Black magic!” Rosaline shrieks.

While Ben and the VKs have their little friendship moment, I take my leave and start making my way down the aisle towards the door. I have not come this far just to give in and let them break me down again-

“I haven’t forgotten about you, Sparks.” Ben says behind me.

I don’t turn back. Ignore him. Ignore him!

“I know you’re there, Magica. Please?”

Ignore him, it’s a trap! He’s just going to lock you up! But I don’t know that. After all, he did help me settle in here. I just wanted to make friends! Everyone hates you now. That’s true.

I flip my hood off and turn to face my old friend.

“I really want to choose good, Ben,” I whisper, a tear running down my cheek showing just how much emotion is boiling inside me. “I- I can be good, I swear-”

“You are, Sparks. You’ve always been a good witch. You’re not a villain, and I know that Magica Sanderson would never want to hurt anyone.”

“Please, Magica?” Carlos joins us, with Dude trailing at his feet. “We want to be good too. Me, Jay, all of us. We’ve made good lives here and wouldn’t want it any different. I want you to be a part of this too, because I love you.”

By now I’ve shed my cloak and the force of fighting back tears of sadness and anger is causing sparks to shoot off my hands. Even when I think my mind is made up I just break down again.

“But- but look at me! I’m a mess, I- I’m dangerous.”

“No you’re not,” Carlos says softly. “You’re passionate. You wouldn’t be this upset if you didn’t want to do the right thing. Please, Magica. Stay the nice, caring, good witch you really are.”

At first my instinct wants me to think he’s tricking me, manipulating me. However when I feel my empathy bond tug at my chest, I know deep down that Carlos really wants me to stay good. I am good.

My pink sparks diminish and I reach out to take Carlos’ hand. “I want to stay good too, Freckles.”

Dude shows his happiness by hopping up and down, licking my wrist. We both smile at the loving mutt and start walking back to the other VKs, with Ben following behind.

“You’re in love with Carlos? Since when have you started keeping secrets from me, Sparks?” Ben teases.

I flick a spark at him and smirk. “Since you didn’t spill any goods about you and Mal, King Lovey-Dovey.”

“It wasn’t me, it was the love spell! Or at least until our date, that is. The Enchanted Lake washed it off when I went swimming.”

I frown. “You got Mal to go swimming?”

He chuckles. “Well, actually I went swimming while she just watched.”

“Wow. I actually feel sorry for Mal. Oh, before I forget-” I turn back to face the door and flick my hands up, sending out some sparks.

“What was that for?” Ben asks.

“Resealing the barrier that Jane opened. I just hope I’m not too late and someone gets out. Also I myself had a love spell incident too.”

Carlos tense up next to me and I see he’s trying so hard not to smile.

Ben scrunches his face. “You too? But how- oh!” The light clicks. “The cookie! Gosh Sparks, if I hadn’t-!”

“Shush! The past is passed. Just go to Mal before you both fall over love-struck!” I give him a playful nudge towards his smiling girlfriend, who’s now given FG her wand back.

“So, just to be clear,” Carlos says when we’ve reached the other VKs. “We don’t have to be worried about how mad our parents are going to be?”

Oh. Right. Evil plot, steal the wand.

“Your parents can’t reach you here. I promise,” Ben assures as he takes hold of Mal’s hand.

“And if they could, I would protect you,” I state confidently.

“Really?” Evie smiles and tugs us all in for a group hug.

I nod. “Of course. I will always protect my friends, or any soul what need help. All ye need do is ask.”

I look up to see Headmistress FG and Ben’s parents smiling down at me with proud looks. The other students at Auradon prep might not trust me anymore, but I’ve got my best friend back. Having Ben and the VKs around is all I could ever want.

“Look!” Tiffany points to a window.

Dude starts to growl and I turn my head to see the cause of his new behavior. Just then a black figure covered in green smoke crashes through and lands near us. A loud, awful cackled rings throughout the church and when the smoke clears we find it to be the voice of-

I gasp.

Maleficent! The dragon queen herself! Pointed horns, wearing a flowy black dress and wielding a glowing scepter. That scepter’s got black magic dripping all over it!

“I’m baaaack!” She announces cheerfully, though no one is clapping.

Mal rolls her eyes. “Go away, mother.”

But Maleficent just laughs and starts waltzing around, giving the onlookers a vicious smile. Few try to challenge her gaze while most just cower in fear, Chad and Audrey being the most noticeable.

“Magica, quick!” Carlos takes my cloak and drapes it over me and.

“Carlos? What the-?” I try taking it off but he stops me and ushers me and Dude behind a nearby column.

“I won’t let her hurt you! Just keep low.”

I don’t want to, but I know Carlos will keep trying to protect me if I come out. And I can’t risk his life. When Maleficent gets tired of playing nice with Mal she stomps her scepter into the ground, sending a blast of magic that forces the VKs to the ground. Something in me snaps when I feel the fear rushing from Carlos and I know I have to help.

“No!” I run out from behind the column and stand in front of my friends.

Maleficent seems puzzled by my non-Auradon appearance, taking in my strange dress and pink hair. But after a moment her eyes light up and she gets a wide grin on her face.

“Ah! The little Sanderson witch! I’ve heard rumors about you! How your dear father rescued you from your proper home, that you were taken away to be taught to be a good little witch! I also know that your dim-wit mother won’t stop talking about you!”

My face falters. Mom? She… “She talks about me?”

The dragon queen tilts her head back and laughs. “Silly little girl! Of course she does! She’s the one that agreed to let your father take you away. Your hot-tempered aunt wasn’t too pleased.” She scoffs. “Of course she wasn’t. When is she ever in a good mood? But then again I can’t blame her. You’re a very powerful asset to them.”

I’m curious but don’t let my guard down. “Why?”

Maleficent cackles. “Poor, ignorant child. A new witch can strengthen their coven, and be used to trick the sickly good people of Auradon! Take Mal, for instance.” She goes to approach Mal, but Mal seems reluctant and holds the wand up higher. Her mom gives her a warning look but proceeds. “My daughter, almost as cunning as I was at her age. She still needs a little more practice, but look how well she’s done! Mal was able to take the all-powerful Fairy Godmother’s wand right out from under her nose! Speaking of which-” She looks at Mal again with a fiery enthusiasm and holds out her hand. “Wand me. Chop chop!”

“Mom, please! I don’t want to do this-”

“Of course you do. Now-”

Fairy Godmother begins to wave her wand. “Bibbidi, bobbidi-!”

“Boo!” Maleficent mocks and bangs her scepter on the ground again.

Another magic blast shoots out across the crowd just as Ben goes to tackle the dark queen. Everyone freezes except me and the VKs.

“Psych!” Maleficent snickers and starts saundering up the steps to poke fun at the royal family and swipes Fairy Godmother’s wand.

Carlos takes my hand and pulls me next to him. “I thought I told you to stay low.”

I shake my head and give a small smile. “And let you have all the fun?”

“Now now, where shall we start? I know! Let’s start by getting rid of this!” She flicks the wand at Mal and Ben’s ring slips off and flies over to slide onto the wand. “Perfect fit!” After getting a closer look at the ring, Maleficent looks back and forth between Mal and frozen Ben. “Falling in love is weak, and ridiculous.” She emphasizes by tipping his crown sideways and pushing his face around.

“Don’t you dare touch him!” I rage.

“Shut it, sweetie. You’re lucky you’ve got magic to spare otherwise you’d be in the same boat. Love is pathetic, Mal. It’s not what you want!”

“You don’t know what I want!” Mal’s trying to hold back tears. “Mom, have you ever asked what I want? I’m not you!”

“Obviously,” Maleficent brags. “I’ve had years and years of practice of being evil. You’ll get there!”

“No, I won’t!” Mal fights back. “Because love is not weak!”

I walk up to stand beside her. “Love is forgiving, and comforting!”

Maleficent cackles. “Oh, that’s precious coming from Sarah’s daughter! Your mother doesn’t even know the definition of love! She just uses men to her advantage, as all sirens should! And from what I see, you’ve done pretty good yourself by bagging this one!” She points cheekily at Carlos.

“No!” Carlos shouts before I can overthink her words. “Magica never spelled me to love her!”

“And now I command wand to my hand!” Mal yells and the wand flies across the room to Mal’s awaiting hand, her face showing disbelief and excitement. “It worked!”

“Frankly, this is tedious and very immature. Now give me that wand!” Mal’s mother shrieks at her. Dude runs out from his hiding spot and jumps up into the dark queen’s arms. “Oh! Gog breath! Get it off!” She throws him to the ground and gets into a ready stance. “You will pay.” Maleficent's eyes start to glow green as she rises into the air. “You will all pay!”

Maleficent disappears behind a curtain of smoke, and out comes a giant purple dragon with glowing eyes. She looks at the closest victim, Jay, and begins to swipe her talons at him.

“Jay, run! Jay! Everyone get behind me!” I scream over the dragon’s deafening roar.

Jay weaves in and out of the columns and barely escapes Maleficent’s fire blast. Once we’ve all gathered into a tight group my eyes start to glow and I hold my arms out.

“Praesidium! Praesidio nobis! Protegat nos cara Domine!” I chant as pink flames erupt from my hands and spread around us to form a barrier.

“What’s that?” Carlos shouts.

“Protection spell, but I can’t hold it too long.”

“Mirror mirror, shine a bright light!” Evie holds her hand mirror up to blind Maleficent as she dives for another attack.

“Here! Use this!” I quickly hand Mal a vial from my dress pocket.

“What is it?”

“Firecracker draught! It won’t do too much damage, just enough to cause a distraction-”

Just then the dragon snaps her tail at us, sending me flying into a wall while the others duck for cover. I feel my head start to spin, and I try to get back up but start feeling dizzy.

“Magica! Are you ok?” Carlos shouts as he runs over and takes my hand. “Are you hurt?”

I shake my head. “No… Just bruised. But I’m no good to you anymore. You guys have to fight on without me.”

“Here.” Carlos helps prop me against the wall and gives me a quick kiss. “Stay here. Just stay awake and I’ll be back once we’ve won.”

I smirk. “I’ll be waiting, Freckles. Now go be a hero.”

He smiles and goes off to help the others, leaving me to hear bits and pieces of the fight and slowly drift off to sleep…

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sunnyie-eve · 4 months

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1 | Welcome

Series: No Prince Charming

Paring: Harry Hook x Original female character Princess!

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Did you know? About your brother's first official proclamation?" Adam enters his daughter's room with Belle following behind.

"If I say I did and was for it... How would you react?" Bella asks her father as she sat on her bed so he gives her a look, "Then no I didn't know about it." She gives him a smile.

"Isabella," He says her name.

"Honey," Belle looks at him.

"He's just taking after Mom with you." Bella gets up from her bed so her father leaves the room. "It can't be that bad. You can't judge someone based on their parent's actions. Dad was a pain for a good amount of years before you met him." Bella tells her mother.

"I know sweetheart." Her mother leaves the room as well so Bella leaves her room to go to Ben's room.

"Father came to my room asking if I knew." Bella jumps onto his bed.

"And?"

"Annoyed I knew." She laughs.

"You're standing with me, Audrey, and Fairy Godmother to welcome them when they arrive." Ben says looking out at the Isle.

"Why should I?"

"Because you're the Princess of Auradon. You always find an excuse to not go to things." Ben looks over at his sister.

"Because I don't care and you know I have never cared. And I never will dear brother." She gets up from his bed.

"You will be there. That's coming from the future king." Ben smiles so she rolls her eyes leaving to get ready. "A dress please!" He shouts.

"Is this good for you?" Bella joins the three outside with the band and a few students.

"Thank you." Ben smiles at his sister so she gives him a thumbs up.

Soon the limo shows up with the four and Bella wanted to laugh at how the boys were acting as they got out.

"Just cleaning up." The son of Jaffar smiles.

"Leave it like you found it. And by that I mean just leave it." Fairy Godmother smiles so he puts the stuff back.

"Hello, foxy. The name's Jay." He smiles at Audrey.

"Welcome to Auradon Prep. I'm Fairy Godmother. Headmistress." She introduces herself.

"The Fairy Godmother. As in Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo?" Mal asks.

"Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo you know it." Bella speaks up rolling her eyes since Fairy Godmother couldn't see her.

"It's so good to meet you all. I'm Ben." He introduces himself.

"Prince Benjamin. Soon to be king." Audrey smiles.

"You had me at Prince. My mom's a queen. Which makes me a princess." Evie walks forward.

"The Evil Queen has no royal status here and neither do you." Audrey tells her.

"Just because they don't have a royal status here it doesn't change what they are royally in history." Bella adds making Audrey give her a dirty look.

"This is my sister Bella. Princess Isabella. And this is Audrey." Ben introduces the two girls.

"Princess Audrey. His girlfriend. Right, Bennyboo?" She grabs his hand making Bella fake throw up which Mal notices.

"Ben, Audrey, and Bella are going to show you all around, and I'll see you tomorrow." Fairy Godmother leaves.

"You didn't tell me I would be helping?" Bella looks at her brother who just smiles.

"It is so, so, so good to finally meet you all. This is a momentous occasion, and one that I hope will go down in history... as the day our two peoples began to heal." Ben shakes all their hands.

"Or the day that you showed four people where the bathrooms are." Mal tells him.

"Little bit over the top?" He asks her.

"A lot more than a little bit." She chuckles.

"Well, so much for my first impression." Ben smiles as they look at each other and Bella catches on while Audrey starts to be annoying about who's Mal mom is.

Ben starts the tour and Bella follows along till she splits off without being seen. For the rest of the day, Bella was off on her own and when she was finally heading back to her room after curfew she sees the four newbies running towards the museum.

She waits outside in the distance hearing the alarm making her shake her head at them waiting for them to run back to the dorms.

"First day here and already breaking rules?" She startles the four.

"Princess Isabella." Mal puts on a fake smile.

"Ugh, please don't call me that. Bella is fine. So breaking curfew? Setting off alarms at the museum?" She eyes them.

"Umm." Mal looks at the three.

"Look, not many people agree with my brother bringing four kids from the Isle here because they believe you are just like your parents. So do us a favor, because I was the one who put the thought into his head in the first place, don't prove to the others they were right." Bella looks at all four of them before going to her room.

"Bella, right?" Evie walks up to Bella at her locker.

"Correct, Evie. How can I help you?" Bella looks at her.

"About last night... You didn't tell anyone, right?"

Bella chuckles, "Evie if I did, trust me you would know by now. You four would be on the way back to the Isle." She lets her know.

"Why didn't you?" Evie was curious.

"Because I have hope in you four. Tell me, when you enter your dorm did you act like you hated it for Mal?"

"How do you know that?" Evie eyes her.

"You aren't bad as you look. You're happy to be here in hopes of finding a perfect prince. Am I right?" Bella could read Evie's face, "Trust me, you don't want any of the princes here. There's more to life than being the fairest of them all. Coming from the Princess of Auradon..." Bella sighs walking off to the field to watch the players practice.

"Hey. Hey! Hey, you. Lost boy! Put your helmet on. Get out of the kill zone! Come on." Coach Jenkins yells at Carlos, "Pick it up. Put it on! Two hands."

Bella watches Jay take everyone out of his way and dominates the kill zone, "Just needs to learn about teamwork..."Bella says to herself sitting on the bleaches.

As the day goes on leaving one of her classes she sees Ben talking to Mal before she walks off from him. "Is someone crushing on the new girl? What about your girlfriend, brother?" Bella walks up to Ben leaning back on the lockers.

"What? No." Ben chuckles.

"I wouldn't blame you. It's something different and not boring."

"Is that why you refuse to date anyone here? They're all boring?" Ben stands up.

"Mom and dad prefer I be with a Prince but I'm going to have to pass. And yes, everyone here is so boring. I'm surprised mom doesn't get what I mean. She didn't want to be with Gaston she wanted more. I'm just like her before she got boring." Bella explains to him.

"I know but get used to the boring things." Ben walks off leaving her alone.

"Get used to the boring things." Bella mocks her brother walking away bumping into Jay. "Sorry Jay. You did well out on the field today."

"You were watching me?" Jay smirks.

"I was watching everyone but you stood out. Hopefully you make the team. We could use someone like you." Bella tells him truthfully.

"Thanks." He smiles.

"Welcome, well I'm off." Bella starts to walk off but turns back around, "Jay..." She gives him a look.

"Yeah?"

Bella puts her hand out towards him, "My keys please."

"How did you even know?" He hands them back to her.

"I just do. Plus Amir, Aladdin's son taught me how to be sneaking stealing things." She takes her keys back, "For example, your bracelet." She shows him it.

Jay just stares at her taken back, "How did?"

"Bye bye." She winks walking off.

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innytoes · 2 years

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autumn prompts: 25 + polyphantoms

Ever since getting involved with Alex, and then getting dragged into his 'wait this isn't just a weirdly codependent friend group it's a polycule', Willie had been... well, happy. Happier than he'd been for a long time. He had Alex, of course, which would have been more than enough. But he also had adventures with Reggie, and cuddles with Luke and Bobby, and 'going to the thrift store to find fabulous outfits' with Flynn and Julie, and that one time he'd thought his old boss had sent a limo to kidnap and murder him but it was really just Carrie taking him for mani-pedis.

With the help of his new friends, boyfriends, and 'we made out one time but it was way too weird', he managed to... unlearn a lot of toxic stuff. Like how your manager wasn't supposed to make you practice your dancing waiter routine for six hours after hours until your feet blistered and then not pay you for it. Or how opening up wouldn't result in being mocked or shamed. And also the joys of deep-fried Oreos.

So Willie owed them. Like a lot. Even though they assured him he didn't owe them anything, they loved him. He still wanted to... he didn't know. Prove to them he could contribute. As more than just a pretty face or mani-pedi partner.

So when Willie found out they all went hard for Halloween, he did some research. He'd spent pretty much every Halloween since he was sixteen and had been hired at the Hollywood Ghost Club, working. But he was determined to do it right. So he got all the decorative gourds. He found the perfect scary and not-so-scary movies for them to watch. He even tried to make caramel apples. (Thankfully Bobby helped him put out the fire and clean up all the mess before anyone else got home.)

Another Very Important Part of Halloween, he'd learned, was the costume. This year, they'd all agreed to dress up as ridiculous 'Sexy' costumes. (With a very thick robe at the door in case of any trick or treaters who didn't see the 'take one (or two, we're not cops)' bowl of candy and cute little toys on the little table in front of the porch.)

So Willie did his best. Like, his very best. He'd seen the pictures of Halloweens Past, okay?

The party was a great success. Alex looked delicious in his Sexy Alexander Hamilton costume. Flynn and Julie looked amazing in their She-Ra and Catra costumes, while Carrie had gone for 'Sexy Carrie'. Not Sexy Carrie Wilson, which she'd wanted to at first, but horror movie Carrie. The sight was... unsettling.

Luke had somehow managed to make the little Among Us Amogus sexy, while Reggie had opted for Sexy Ghost, with a white sheet cut high enough to just catch a glimpse of his red panties to go with his black fishnets and red heels.

Bobby was met with some boos and dismay, seeing as he was just dressed as the fox from Robin hood, no fishnets or booty shorts in sight, just a regular costume with an added fox tail and ears. "The fox from Robin Hood is totally sexy!" he insisted. "He was Luke and Reggie's first crush so shut up!"

And hey, from the way Luke and Reggie were all over him, it seemed to be really working for him.

Willie had kept his costume in a bag until the last minute. He hadn't wanted to ruin Alex' upholstery on the way over. So he slipped off into the bathroom with five cans of spray on body-paint and the rest of his supplies.

When he came out, it was worth it. Alex gaped at him as he made sure his duck-bill wasn't crooked. His body paint matched the booty shorts perfectly, and it made the yellow fish nets and heels stand out. He'd put his hair up in a tight bun so he could whip his hat on and off dramatically.

"You're a... sexy... teal..." Willie turned around to show his tail. "Platypus?"

Immediately, heads popped out of doorways, Luke and Reggie and Bobby stacked on top of each other as if they were a cartoon. Reggie was grinning from ear to ear, especially when Willie donned the brown fedora dramatically. Alex still looked confused.

"PERRY THE SEXY PLATYPUS?" Luke and Reggie shouted in unison. Willie shot them some finger guns, doing the little Perry-the-Platypus rumble he'd been practicing for weeks now.

"Oh my god you ruined my childhood," Bobby said, half glee and half horror. "Well done."

Yeah, it was a pretty successful party. Even if the sheets in Carrie's guest room were absolutely ruined with teal body paint the next morning.

#julie and the phantoms #fanfic #yes I read the prompt wrong and accidentally made this #the greater polyphantoms polycule #who is dating who? who knows that's what the tag is for: for whenever it's too complicated #can I make a willie-joins-the-polycule fic and not make it a little sad? apparently no #I wrote a thing #special thanks to the slsf discord for Sexy Amogus and Sexy Perry The Platypus #luke and reggie are totally the type to have had a crush on the fox from robin hood okay #also she-ra flynn: I need it #special thanks to yandy for that idea

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ctstatelimo · 1 year

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supercalafradalistic · 2 years

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Summary: you cant speak and catch the new students’ eyes

A/N: This is short and not to well written but my head hurts and this is all I could do.

Warrnings: None

(Mal,Carlos,Jay, and Evie are all ready in a relationship) Y/N was from Auradon but she/he was different then everyone else because she/he didn't talk at all. She/he was scared to talk ever sense she/he lost her/his parents when she/he was 5. Now Y/N is 16 and is waiting for the four vks from the isle to arrive. Y/N may never speed but she/he has the power to talk in someones mind and she/he came up with the idea that the villian kids deserve a shot at a normal life and Ben agreed. The black limo pulled up to the front of the school and the four vks that Y/N choose stepped out as she/he wondered 'will Ben take all the credect if it goes good or will he claim me if it goes wrong.' Y/N was pulled out of those thoughts as Ben spoke up "I'm Ben-"

Y/N POV "I'm Ben-" "prince Benjamin soon to be King." I rolled my eyes at that Audrey is always annoying no matter what she is doing. "You had me at prince. My mothers Evil Queen wich makes me a princess." "Your mother has no royal status here and neither do you." "Actually Auds Evil Queen married a king making her a queen and her daughter-i don't know- a princess" I said to her in her head she scoffed out loud and I just smiled at the blue haired girl and bowed like royalty and she smiled. "This is Audrey." "Princess Audrey his girlfriend. Right benny-boo?" "Don't mind her she's annoying to everybody she ever meets." I said in the vks head they looked at me weird "And this is Y/N" Ben continued "she/he is going to be showing you around the school and showing you the dorms. Have a good day." And with that they left leaving me and the vks alone. "Let's get the tour started shall we." " do you talk in ours heads?" "I don't talk out loud and I use my power to talk in peoples heads. Let's go." I started to walk to the statue and they followed. I clapped and the statue changed from man to beast and the white haired boy screamed and jumped into the other boys arms. I raised an eyebrow at them "he OK?" "Yeah he's good." We wondered into the school but before I showed them the dorms I have to know their names. "OK were stopping here." "I thought you were showing us our dorms?" "I am but I need to know your names first." "Mal" "Evie" "Jay" "Carlos" I smiled and jestered to them so they would follow me. After I showed them their dorms I left.

NO ONES POV After a couple of weeks the four partners also grew feelings for you while you grew feelings for them. Then one day they told you how much they liked you and you suddenly had the cougech to speak. "I-I like you guys too." You never thought your second first words would be telling your crushes you liked them. The four was surprised to hear you speak but they couldn't be any happier that you guys being in love made you speak.

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stickers-on-a-laptop · 3 years

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(and if it isn’t obvious yet) I Love You (still) (and i always will)

Kiyoshi,

It’s been 5 years since we got together, I can’t believe you’ve stayed with me this long. Every day with you is like a miracle. How did I get so lucky? We’re going to be married soon, on Christmas Eve, our anniversary. Husbands. What a delicious word. I will scream it from the rooftops if you let me. I love you.

-your soon to be husband, Yuichi, age 35

My shy angel,

Well, you aren’t so shy now, not ten years later. But I still like calling you that. Five year wedding anniversary! Soon to be fathers! You’re going to be fantastic, I just know it. All these years of paperwork paid off. Fathers… I can’t believe it. Love you so much.

-your about to be co-father, Yuichi, age 40

The love of my life,

How is time going so fast? I write these once every five years, and it has been 15 years of being together, 10 of being husbands, 5 of being fathers. The twins are so big now ;-; can time slow down a little? These white hairs are starting to come in, and while I know you love the crinkles around my eyes, I don’t want wrinkles. You of course, look perfect. Teach me your secrets, love.

-the love of your life (!!!), Yuichi, age 45

Adachito,

I’m glad you enjoyed our trip around Europe! The twins were a handful (I’m never going to live down the France fiasco am I?), but it was so worth it. They’re going to be teenagers before we know it oh no. But I’ll get you all to myself again. How are we half a century? Time stop going so fast. Te amo

-Yuichi (my name doesn’t work as well as for Spanish boo), age 50

Ki-chan,

Ah, high school woes. I wish I had known you then. Everything is so important at that age, and you would have been so cute. You’re still cute now, of course. Can’t believe you still don’t need glasses while I’m wearing mine full time. Your time is coming, and when it does, I’ll take so many pictures! I love you to the moon and back.

-Yucchan, age 55

Sweetheart,

Our kids are fully adults now! And moved out, this apartment seems so big now. Maybe we should get a smaller one, one like the one you had when we first started dating. That was nice and cozy. But then again, your kitchen was tiny, and now that you’re just as a good as a cook as me, we need a big one. But wherever you are, that’s home. Always.

-Your love, Yuichi, age 60

Kiyoshiiii,

What do you MEAN our kids are having kids? We’re grandparents??? Aren’t we still 30 and just starting to date? You look almost the same, this isn’t fair. I look at the photos and you’ve barely changed, the kids just get taller and I get more white hair and more crinkles. Rude. I bet it’s cause I love you so much, that you stay the same. You keep calling me a “silver fox” and I love you for that. I’m glad you like my crinkles. I love you, here’s to more years with you.

-Yuichiiiiii, age 65

Love,

We’ve retired, and we’re gonna travel the whole world. Rokkaku is gonna have to go on without us. It took him so long, but he did it, he’s the best salesman in the company. Can’t wait to see how he does. He might be in his 60s but he’ll always be in his early 20s to me. And you’ll always be the perfect age to me. Love you more every year.

-Your love, Yuichi, age 70

Angel,

How do I love you more with every passing day? And finally, you have glasses! You’re so adorable in them. I like how you said you’re glad we traveled before you needed them, but I still want to keep traveling. Maybe with Tsuge-san and Minato-kun. Tsuge’s books still make you cry, it’s so heartmelting. Did I mention I love you?

-Your devil, Yuichi, age 75

Kiyoshi-ojisan,

50 years. 50. The restaurant the twins took us to was so nice, near the beach and everything. What a view! And the limo? Where did they get that idea? What a Merry Christmas! Happy 50 years together, 45 of which was married! Still can’t believe I get to wake up to you every day. 50. I will love you to infinity and beyond.

-Yuichi-oniisan, age 80

Yoshi,

WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR 50 YEARS HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE. HOW DO I LOVE YOU MORE THAN I ALREADY DID. I AM GOING TO LOVE YOU MORE TOO. AMAZING. LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU

-Yu, age 85

Ki-ki,

This new apartment is great. No more stairs! We get around pretty well for old men, don’t we though! And our kids are closer now. They don’t know we’re traveling again soon, shhhhhhhhhhh. I’ve already arranged everything to be as comfortable as possible, so don’t worry. And we’re old (I have to admit that now), so we might as well spend this money I have. So much of it is going to the kids and grandkids, but still there’s a lot to spend on you. Cause you deserve it. Cause I love you.

-Yuichi-ojisan, age 90

Babe,

Hehe calling you babe on our 60TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. I can’t believe our granddaughter found those ancient melting beads and made those signs and diamonds from them. They really were a nice touch, and that restaurant was so tasty. I’m glad you liked the cufflinks. Yes, they ARE diamond, it’s our diamond anniversary! Every 60 seconds without you feels like a century, how am I still this in love with you. Never going to stop loving you.

-Your babe, Yuichi, age 95

Kiyoshi,

We are 100 years old, what the actual heck. A century. How much the world has changed, but the thing that hasn’t is that I still love you. That will never ever change. Not in this lifetime, not in the next, never.

-Yuichi, age 100

#cherry magic #cherry magic! thirty years of virginity can make you a wizard?!#letters #fanfic

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I would like some more of the valentino stuff please 😳💳💥💥💥💥

me too boo 🥵 apparently I've been thinking of too many ideas with him cause I actually had a dream with him in it the other night (but nothing fun even happened smh what a waste)

Most of my ideas have revolved around Reader dying and meeting him right off the bat, but can you imagine how nerve-wracking it would be if you didn't know him, if you got all settled down in Hell and bumped into him by chance? Because conceptually, woof, talk about something that would make you borderline piss your pants. He's one of the most powerful demons in Hell, from an influence and money standpoint at the very least, so the average citizen would do everything to stay the hell away from him. It's apparently a thing that he uses canes every so often and is notorious for literally breaking them over people's heads so... he has several bad reputations. I keep seeing heights being thrown around and apparently a lot of the Hazbin cast is really tall (even Angel is 6ft and he's played off as a twink). i saw someone say Valentino is probably around 10-12 feet and he also constantly wears heeled boots with added height, so literally just having the guy stand next to you minding his own business would be incredibly intimidating. like, I think just I as someone who's 5'5/5'6ish would be somewhere slightly below his waist. Do you think he like, bends forward on the cane when he wants to be a lower height or get right up in your face to be spooky 😳

Anyways can you imagine just being some like, humble little coffee shop employee or a waitress at a small café or somewhere relatively innocent and suddenly there's this big ass pink limosine pulling up out front. The terror of seeing the car and thinking "is that---? No, it couldn't be... could it?" because what would a famous Overlord, someone who literally does business with the blessing of King of Hell Lucifer himself, be doing here? And it's just some coincidental shit like the limo just happened to break down right in front of where you work so the porn producer and his entourage come inside to like, chill in your lobby while they wait for repairs or whatever. What is your boss going to say, no? You have the equivalent of like a fucking mafia boss just sitting chilling with his bitches and unfortunately that's when you get the pleasure of meeting him

You're just trying to be polite and sweet as you take everyone's order and wait on him so he doesn't do some unpredictable shit like kill you because there are so many nasty rumors floating around about the demon that you're on eggshells not knowing what to expect. Meanwhile he's being a dick by using his position as an Overlord and a patron to essentially flirt with you while you can't do shit about it, trying not to have a heart attack because why is the demon famous for producing porn looking you up and down and asking what your measurements are 😬😳

I basically just sit and brainstorm ways he can scoop up little cuties and bring them under his control 🥵 charging you rent that's too high so you sleep with him for a discount, if you're not his employee it's getting you fired so you're desperate for money, offering to give you unsavory jobs working for him, perhaps even working for him personally 👀 im just. A simp for drama and humiliation

#hh #yandere stuff #sinprompts

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aalissy · 3 years

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Game Night

Day 3 is done! This does contain spoilers for Truth so if you haven’t seen that episode yet please do before reading this!! That being said I need more reveals like this hehe. Anywho, I hope you enjoy <3 <3

AO3

About to enter her first class of the day, Marinette was paused in her tracks by an arm yanking on hers. She let out a startled yelp as she was dragged away from the classroom door before she turned around and met the wide eyes of Alya. With a small scowl, Marinette rubbed on her arm after her best friend let her go. Giving a small huff, she pouted, “What was that for? For the first time ever I’m on time to class and now we’re going to be late!”

“I need to speak to you,” her friend said urgently, a look of regret entering into her hazel eyes.

Marinette nodded quickly, “Ok. Is something wrong?”

“Kind of,” Alya ran a hand through her hair frustratedly, “I know we haven’t been able to hang out as much because you’ve been busy with the bakery and homework. I mean, that’s why we set up the games night later because you, me, Adrien, and Nino are all finally free today.”

“Oh no,” she sighed quietly, “Can you guys not make it?”

Alya glanced away before meeting Marinette’s gaze once again, “Well, here’s the thing... Nino and I can’t come because I suddenly got swamped with babysitting the twins and he got grounded after we got our exams back. But, Adrien’s still free.”

“I don’t know, Alya,” Marinette murmured, her eyes glancing down at the floor as she nibbled on her lip, “It’s not going to be as much fun without you and Nino and I still have a lot of work to catch up on anyway. Don’t you think I should just cancel and reschedule for a different time?”

“No way, girl!” She spoke decisively, “You’re almost never free and you’ve been absent from all of our recent meetings! You need to have some relaxation time.”

Marinette shifted uncomfortably, “But it would be just me and Adrien. You know I’m still working on just being his friend and Luka and I broke up not that long ago.”

“Which is why you should totally do this!” Alya gave her a wide smile, reaching out to squeeze her shoulders tightly, “Prove to yourself that you really can be a great friend to him. And besides, it’s not like you and Adrien have never played video games together alone before.”

She giggled, shaking her head amusedly at her friend, “Alright, I’ll do it. But only because you’re right. I really do need to spend some time with friends. I swear I’m going to die from stress alone.”

“I don’t know how you do it girl,” Alya bumped her shoulder with hers playfully as they began to walk back to their classroom.

“Me neither,” Marinette sighed quietly to herself. Sliding into her seat, however, she turned back to Alya, “We are definitely going to need to find another time where it can be all four of us though.”

Alya nodded her head quickly, “Oh, of course! I’ve finally learned a few tricks in Ultimate Mecha Strike III that I think might let me win a few rounds against you.”

“Psh, good luck with that!” Marinette snickered quietly to herself before their teacher entered the classroom and began her lesson.

Listening to her lectures that day was a lot more difficult. Half of her thoughts were still stuck on whether or not she would be able to handle acting like she was just a friend to Adrien. The other half of her thoughts were plotting. Where she’d go if there was an akuma attack, how she was going to keep the miracle box away from Adrien’s sight, and how to keep the kwamis quiet during their playthroughs.

Marinette still scribbled down notes, of course, but every so often she would glance out the window during her lectures, certain that there would be another akuma attack to ruin her day. Her leg jostled restlessly throughout the entire day, hoping that Hawkmoth would send it before her game night with Adrien.

No akuma came, however, and Marinette was left to sigh silently to herself as she trudged out of the classroom, positive that Hawkmoth was just delaying the inevitable. The warm sunlight that beamed down upon her face when she stepped outside didn’t do much to lighten her mood. She was about to begin her walk to the bakery when a hand touched her shoulder.

With a startled yelp, Marinette whirled around, meeting the wide, green, sheepish eyes of Adrien Agreste. He gave her a crooked smile before rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry, Marinette. I couldn’t help but notice though that you looked down. Is something wrong?”

“No, no, I’m fine!” She panted out, a hand on her chest as she attempted to calm her racing heart rate. Feeling awkward, she tugged on her backpack straps, “W-well, I mean, I am kind of upset that Nino and Alya can’t make our games night. Did you hear?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “Nino told me, and actually that’s what I came over to talk to you about.”

Marinette felt a relieved smile form on her face. He was going to cancel too, wasn’t he? Good, that meant she could spend more time preparing for Hawkmoth’s akuma. She ignored the brush of disappointment that she felt over yet another missed opportunity to spend time with friends and opened her mouth to tell him she was fine with him canceling.

He stopped her before she could, though, beaming down excitedly at her, “Do you mind if I go home first and drop my stuff off before meeting you at the bakery?”

Oh. Marinette blinked a few times. He wasn’t canceling on her. Happiness filled her as a small smile formed on her face. Hawkmoth and her duties as Ladybug could wait for one afternoon then. Alya was right, she really needed a night out with friends.

Her smile grew wider and more teasing as she nodded, “Of course not, Adrien. Take all the time you need before you come over and get absolutely destroyed.”

“Hey!” he said mock-offendedly, “I’ll have you know that I’ve gotten a lot better since the last time we played against each other. Who knows, I might even surprise you.”

Adrien gave her a playful wink and she quickly shoved down the flurry of butterflies she felt begin to swirl around her stomach. No! They were friends. Just friends.

“Good luck then,” Marinette laughed, “I’m looking forward to those new tricks you have up your sleeve.”

Adrien chuckled with her before giving her a quick wave, “See you soon then, Marinette.”

“See you soon, Adrien,” she gave a small nod, the beginnings of a dreamy smile forming on her lips before she pursed them, scolding herself internally. Turning around, she began to head towards the bakery. As she got farther and farther away from him, though, Marinette began to sink deeper into her thoughts once again. Unable to stop herself, she looked around for any signs of a familiar, black butterfly.

Funny how Chat and Adrien were the only two who could manage to take her mind off of everything. Looking behind her, Marinette managed to catch a glimpse of the black limo slowly pulling away from the school. Taking a deep breath, she attempted to calm herself down as anxiety and stress ate away at her.

I can do this, she thought to herself, I have a plan and I’m ready for anything Hawkmoth sends my way. With those last determined thoughts, Marinette turned decisively back to the bakery and continued her trek home.

Saying hello to her parents when she finally arrived, she quickly made her way to her room. Once there, she ran over to where she hid the Miracle Box, checking to make certain that it was still hidden. Breathing out a sigh of relief when it was, Marinette collapsed into her desk chair. She sent a small, lonely glance at the other three chairs that she had set up earlier this morning. Pushing herself up, she began slowly moving two of them out of the way.

“Next time,” she murmured to herself before standing up straight with a long stretch. Marinette yawned quietly as she looked outside her window anxiously. She’d know if an akuma began to attack Paris, right? I mean, there was no way she’d get too swept up in her night with Adrien that she’d miss an akuma attack.

Nibbling on her lip, her thoughts strayed even further. What if she did make it to the battle too late? What if one day she wasn’t there and Chat got hurt. Marinette’s lip wobbled as a lump settled in her throat. This was such a bad idea! What had she been thinking?! She didn’t have time to goof off. There was only Ladybug and saving Paris.

Her eyes shot over to the hidden Miracle Box before a voice shouted close to her ear, “Boo!”

Jumping into the air, Marinette yelped for the third time that day. Forgetting where she was, she reached behind her, grabbing onto something before throwing it over her shoulder with all her strength. Her blue eyes widened as she saw everything happen in slow motion. It was Adrien whom she just threw over her shoulder.

In that split second where he was falling, however, Marinette would have sworn that she saw another familiar, blonde boy flying through the air. Instinctively, she reached for the yo-yo at her side, only for her hand to wrap around nothing. Instead, she could do nothing to stop Adrien’s crash as he hit the ground. Wincing as she heard him groan quietly, Marinette quickly rushed over to him.

All of her previous fears and anxiety were completely gone as she peered down at him in worry. A stunned look was in his emerald green eyes as he looked up at her. Crouching down, she spoke panickedly as she looked for any broken bones, “Oh my god, Adrien are you alright?! Did I hurt you?!”

“No,” he wheezed out, “Besides, it was my fault for scaring you.”

Marinette leaned back as he slowly began to sit up. She examined his face and body worriedly as she gnawed on her lower lip, “A-are you sure? That was a pretty nasty fall.”

Adrien rubbed the back of his head as he chuckled lightly, “Yeah, I’m okay. I think I’m getting used to it now.”

They both froze, blinking at each other slowly. Neither spoke as they sat in a tense silence. Surely not, Marinette thought to herself as her brow furrowed. Attempting to brush off the tension that had suddenly entered the small room, she stood up. Brushing herself off, she offered a hand down to Adrien, “I-I’m still really sorry about that, Adrien. I-I didn’t mean to throw you at all, I just didn’t notice you come in.”

Instead of taking her hand, he continued to stare up at her for a few seconds, a small furrow between his eyebrows as he looked up at her. It was only when she managed to tear her eyes away from his piercing gaze, shifting uncomfortably that Adrien took her hand, using it to pull himself up.

With a small gulp, Marinette looked back towards him. He was smiling and relief filled her as she realized she hadn’t completely broken him. Giving him a small grin back, she motioned her head towards her computer, “D-do you want to play now or should I see if I can get you some painkillers.”

“No, I’m fine,” Adrien shook his head, the smile still on his lips, “I think I’m ready to get ‘destroyed by you now.’” He laughed as he copied her words from earlier.

Marinette’s face flushed as she quickly turned to the computer. Logging into the game, she handed him the controller silently. He took it from her with another small, grateful smile.

As they began to play a round together, she lost herself in the motion of the game. Her fingers moved automatically over the controller as she tried to brush the wave of familiarity screaming at her away. Like she had predicted before, she won easily. Too easily. Adrien’s movements were jerky and disjointed and Marinette shot him a suspicious glare.

“Where were those fancy moves you promised me earlier?” She raised an eyebrow at him, “Those were worse than usual, Adrien.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “I think I’m still a little dizzy after that fall.”

Immediately, her face fell. Standing up, Marinette put her controller down, “I knew you needed painkillers. I’m so sorry for making you play with me, Adrien. Maybe you should go home and rest.”

“No!” he practically shouted, grabbing onto her wrist as she turned to scramble her way downstairs. Her mouth fell open in shock, staring at him in bewildered confusion after his latest outburst. Adrien blushed and then spoke in a softer tone, “I-I mean, no. I’m fine, I promise.”

Marinette huffed with a small amount of frustration, “Adrien, you just told me you got dizzy playing a game. You’re not okay! I’ll be right bac-”

“Where did you learn how to do that?” He cut her off, staring at her intensely.

Her jaw dropped open once again, eyes moving from his down to the hand still holding her wrist before she looked away from him completely. I’m a superhero and I go gallivanting around saving the city, Marinette thought to herself as her lips twitched slightly.

Bringing her gaze back to his, she cleared her throat, “W-well, um, I-I take, uh self-defense! Yeah, self-defense!”

“Really?” Adrien asked as a knowing grin began to spread across his face.

Once again, Marinette felt a wave of familiarity before she shook herself from those thoughts. Nodding her head quickly, she gave a wide, awkward smile, “Really. S-so, c-can I go get you some painkillers now.”

“No,” he spoke simply, squeezing her wrist before he stood up, looking down at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “I feel completely fine now.”

“But you just said...” She trailed off, frowning with confusion.

“Seriously, Marinette, don’t worry. I told you I’m used to it by now,” Adrien shrugged, a soft smile on his lips.

She giggled uncomfortably, glancing away from him and his sparkling eyes. It felt like something was on the tip of her tongue. Something important that she should know but just couldn’t connect. Shifting uncomfortably, Marinette murmured, “You make it sound like you get thrown around by girls often.”

“Hmm,” Adrien hummed, tilting his head as he considered her words, “Maybe not often. But it is weird that it’s happened twice now.”

Marinette snapped her gaze back to his, her eyes narrowing as a spark of something flared up within her, “Then maybe you should stop sneaking up and scaring people.”

She blinked a few times, her hand coming to press against her lips. Why had she just said that? Opening her mouth to apologize for essentially blaming him after she was the one who flipped him, Marinette was cut off by Adrien wrapping her up in a giant hug.

“It is you,” he whispered softly in her ear.

For a brief moment, she tensed up before everything clicked. Oh. Everything made sense now. Of course, her kitty was Adrien. Marinette reached up to hug him back just as tightly before she buried her head in his shoulder.

“Chaton,” she murmured softly, nuzzling into him as she felt his warmth seep into her. Every last worry that she had melted away as she realized she had someone else she could confide in now.

“M’lady,” Adrien spoke quietly back, causing her to sniffle happily.

Eventually, they both pulled back, staring back at each other with wide, adoring smiles fixed on their faces. Just as Adrien opened his mouth to speak, a crash sounded outside on the streets. Both of their gazes snapped to the window before they looked back at each other. A silent understanding filled them both as they nodded at each other.

“Later,” Marinette spoke first, before calling on her transformation. Adrien did the same and she felt relief fill her as she felt less alone for the first time in so long. She could do this. With him by her side, she could do anything.

#adrienetteapril2021 #adrinetteapril2021 #adrienette #adrinette #identity reveal #yeet reveal #lolololol #give me more reveals where Marinette throws Adrien as hard as she can xD #I neeeed ittttt #fic #fanfic #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #truth spoilers #ml spoilers #miraculous spoilers #Marinette is an anxious bean who needs SUPPORT #Help her plzzz

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