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uceyliyahh · 2 months ago

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SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3708

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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OMNISCIENT

Yasmine had an interview with Bryson regarding her impending debut on the blue brand, so she was at work today for tonight's Smackdown. Following that incident, she and Jey have been growing closer over the past few weeks.

Taking her on these "best friend" dates, Jey has been nothing but kind to her. Late at night, they would stroll and discuss personal matters. Naturally, Montez was aware of it, and since Jey was his dawg, he trusted him. He was aware that Jey would not harm her in any way.

She felt someone put their arms around her shoulders as she sat in the makeup chair applying makeup. She opened her eyes to see Bianca standing behind her.

"Hey, girlfriend! I've missed you, girl. Paul needs to hurry up and make your debut quickly," Bianca said jokingly.

"I know, man, but I'm so nervous about it, too. What if I mess up, B?" Yasmine replied.

Bianca shook her head, "Girl, you're going to do great out there when you debut." That made Yasmine smile, knowing that she had perfect, supportive friends who always reassured her.

"But enough of that. How are you and Jey?" Once she bought up Jey, Yasmine couldn't help but smile whenever she heard his name from anyone else; it just made her heart flutter.

While they were talking on Jey, Bianca could see that Yasmine was cheesing really hard and getting really geeked out. She updated Bianca, stating that Jey has been taking her on "best friend" dates and late-night walks as part of their overall effort to get to know one another better.

"Oh my gosh, girl yall are so cute like literally." She said.

Yes, there is something specific about him. Yasmine looked at herself in the mirror that the makeup artist had given her and said, "He's different, B, but I can't be sure yet." "Yasmine, I know what you mean, but I also told everyone that I was hosting a small gathering at the crib so that we could all enjoy ourselves after work." A gathering? It sounds fine to me. I hope Jey will be present as well. Why wouldn't he?

Bianca hugged her before heading to her locker room, and Yasmine nodded her head. As she made her way to Montez's locker room, she thanked the makeup artist for doing her makeup.

She felt a powerful force tugging at her arm as she was doing that. She turned to see Carmelo snatching her up in this manner. She gave him a severe look as she stood there with her arms folded after yanking her arm away from him.

"Why the fuck am I hearing about you and Jey being all close and shit now when I should be the one staring at you like that?" Carmelo asked her a question. "Because we are, right? Why am I unable to have a male best friend at this time? "Yasmine said."

"All of that is not what I'm saying. I simply want to know what's happening between you two. Bro, this nigga is right here. Why is he asking her questions? They weren't even together once more? As if she were free to do as she pleased. Feeling angry at this man for failing to notice that they were no longer together, Yasmine started massaging her temple.

What Jey and I are doing is none of your business, Melo. "Hell," she said sharply, "we're not even together."

Her response didn't sit well with him, so he took her by the throat, drew her in, and put his lips to her ear. "I'm not sure why you're acting this way toward me, but if it's because of his ass, Minks, I won't think twice about beating his ass." She was slightly alarmed by his threats to harm Jey, but she was aware that Jey could easily beat him up. She rubbed her throat and pushed him away. When he didn't like something that he didn't want to hear, he would grab her up like that, and she got so sick of it.

"Nigga, please stop interfering with my life; you're fucking crazy." His facial expressions were readable by her. Her response made him angry because he felt like he was losing control of her. "It would be best for all of you to break up this friendship." Yasmine cocked her head threateningly.

"The fuck, I'm not doing that? He is unquestionably superior to you. He grabbed her by the hair after she had said that, which made her scream at the pain she was feeling.

She looked into his eyes and raised her head. She wasn't going to break up with Jey because he's been giving her the mental support she needed, which Carmelo was unable to give her, even though this man was being completely serious. She felt her hair behind come loose before he could do anything else, looked up, and saw Jonathan choking him. Yasmine couldn't understand. Where the fuck did he come from?

"Yasmine, are you okay?" "What?" Jonathan inquired.

As she watched Carmelo struggle to escape Jon's chokehold, she nodded her head and said, "Yo' ass want to keep putting hands on her, don't you, Melo? When will you discover that she is protected? She followed Jon's instructions to go to Montez's locker room while he handled Carmelo's ass, and she had planned to do so until this incident. As Yasmine entered his locker room, she noticed Trinity and Bianca seated there, staring at her. In order to check on her and give her a hug, they both approached her.

"Girl, you good?" Trinity asked.

"Yes, I'm alright. I guess Melo learned that Jey and I were best friends and wanted me to cut him off, so I had to deal with him once more." Trinity and Bianca both let out deep sighs as Yasmine explained. "Yasmine, have you been talking to Trick? I'm so sick of his ass." As soon as he believed his own best friend over her and blocked him on everything, Yasmine shook her head, refusing to even consider his ass.

In the locker room, Bianca nodded her head as everyone sat down to watch an Iyo vs. Bayley match on the TV. Yasmine, meanwhile, could feel her phone buzzing. Upon taking it out, she discovered that Jey had sent her a text.

Joshua🤍 sent 2+ messages IMESSAGE 💬 Joshua🤍: hey, I heard what happened you good minks? Joshua🤍: lemme' know okay?

She awe at the messages knowing that Jey cared for her so much she began to text him back.

Yasmine🩵: I'm fine Joshua your brother came in the nick of time before anything could happen. Joshua🤍: that's good minks, where yo' pretty ass at? Yasmine🩵: I'm in my brother's locker room with the girls watching a match between Iyo and Bayley why? Joshua🤍: come holla at me for a second Yasmine🩵: 🤨🤨 boy what'chu tryna do? Joshua🤍: girl bring yo' ass here and stop playing with me Yasmine🩵: you can wait bestie 💁🏼‍♀️ Joshua🤍: bring. yo'. ass. here. now. do I have to repeat myself? Yasmine🩵: 🙄 god you're so annoying worse than Montez ass I'm coming. Joshua🤍: good Yasmine🩵: 🖕🏼🖕🏼

Yasmine promised the girls that she would return, but she quickly informed them that she was going to the restroom. As she walked out of the room, they both nodded. She and Jey have been touchy lately; did she forget to mention that to you? Most likely, it didn't matter. She made her way to Jey's locker room, which he shared with his brother. Standing there like a young child heading over to their friend's house, Yasmine knocked on the door and waited for Jey to come open it.

The door flew open as she heard footsteps approaching. Jey was standing there with his silver chain, grills, and piercings on, all part of his Yeet Gear. He always manages to look good. He gave her a smile while displaying his golden grills, which gleamed in the natural light. After grabbing her by the thighs, he closed the door after them.

As she straddled his lap, her hands held her in place while touching every part of his face and feeling every hair on his beard.

Jey put his powerful arms around her waist and squeezed her ass while rubbing his hands on both of her cheeks.

"Is this what'chu wanted me to come in for?" She said, running her fingers through his mullet.

While she was whining, he made her up by kissing her neck, sending chills down her spine.

"You know I miss yo' fine ass mama." Jey said, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I missed you too, bestie. Do you have a match tonight?" He shook his head, rubbing all over her warm body, which made her feel wet inside of her panties.

"Joshhhh..."

With that damn smug look on his face as he did what he was doing to her, he arched an eyebrow at her. "What? Girl, I'm not doing anything. Yasmine rolled her eyes and smacked her teeth as she looked down at him.

"Josh, you're being touchy." Gently, she said, and he sat up, taking her chin and bringing her face to his. "Lemme' do that you know you like it." Without hesitation, Yasmine put her lips to his, and he did the same.

Yes, ever since they started hanging out, she and Jey have been touchy, but not to the extent that it made Yasmine feel uneasy. Perhaps Jonathan is the only person close to them who is aware of the small things they do that best friends don't really do. As they made out passionately in his and Jon's locker room, Jey stuck his tongue in her mouth and rubbed all over her ass. Although he was aware that he needed to maintain his composure around Yasmine, he felt himself becoming hard.

As their foreheads touched, she sensed it too and withdrew from the kiss.

"Shit, you me getting all bricked up girl." He said.

"Well, that's what happens when we are doing things like this together, Josh." He chuckled, telling her to sit up real quick so he could fix himself.

His print was visible through his gear, indicating to her that he was large and most likely incapable of enduring all of that if they went far. He noticed her grinning as she gazed at his print.

"You wanna suck it since you keep staring mad hard at it." Yasmine punched him in his chest as her face felt flushed at his bold statement.

"Shut up Joshua like deadass." Yasmine said while straddling back on his lap.

"Don't you need to get back to girls before they start to worry?" As she got up from his lap and fixed herself, she nearly forgot about that, but she missed the hickey he had given her earlier. It wasn't bad, but from a distance it was obvious, so she thought she would cover it up with makeup to hide it from the girls, but Jey stopped her.

"Let people see; don't cover it up." She put her makeup brush back in her bag, and Jey placed a soft kiss on her neck and then on her lips.

But the kiss once again got intense as Yasmine wrapped her arms around his neck while his hands were resting on her ass cheeks. He was yearning more from her as she did the same, but they both knew their limits. Yasmine marked him up just like how he did her, hearing him moaning softly in her ear, causing him to scoop her up by her thighs. Once again, it's like he lost control of his senses.

Unhooking her bra as his breast popped out, he grabbed it in the process, swirling his tongue around her nipple. She threw her head back while moaning his name.

"J-Josh...fuck..." he gazed up at her watching her fold at his touch.

"I can stop...we don't have to continue this...lemme' know mama.." He said softly, reassuring her.

"Let's stop for now before we get caught..." he nodded in agreement as Yasmine got up from his lap fixing herself as he did the same.

Before she could leave, she gave him one last kiss before heading out the door and returning to Montez's locker room. Opening the door, she saw Bianca and Trinity staring at her.

"Damn, girl what took you so long?" Bianca asked.

"My tummy started to hurt and it took me longer than expected." Yasmine lied as she sat down on the couch.

Trinity noticed a mark on her neck. She smirked, shaking her head, and then she knew that Yasmine had been with Jey all that time.

✧˚° After work, Yasmine was upstairs in her room watching her favorite show on Netflix, Bridgerton. She stopped watching it at first because of the sex scenes but went right back to it after hearing that they had a new season out, so she had to catch up on everything.

While she was doing that, she heard her knocking and Bianca coming into her room.

"What's up B?" Yasmine asked.

"Everyone is here and wants to see you, girl. C'mon, " she said as Yasmine nodded her head while getting up from her bed.

In order to have some privacy and change her clothes, Bianca closed the door. During that time, Yasmine dressed comfortably and styled her hair before heading downstairs to greet everyone. She went downstairs, hoping to see someone she knew, but she didn't see them. She sighed, knowing that since his brother and sister-in-law were present, he would most likely arrive on his own schedule.

She approached them, grinning and giving them both hugs. "Jon, is my best friend coming?" Jonathan rolled his eyes amusingly and nodded his head.

"Yes, but he's coming a little later, so be patient. He's not going anywhere, girl." Jonathan said as Yasmine hit him in the chest Him being dramatic, started to winch in pain; meanwhile, Trinity popped him upside the head.

Yasmine laughed, covering her mouth in the process before Trinity pulled her to the side, leaving Jon in actual pain.

"Girl, what's going on between you and Jey?" Trinity asked Yasmine. Knowing that she couldn't hide this from her best friend, she decided to tell her everything.

Trinity covered her mouth shockingly as she hit Yasmine in her arm, hearing all of the tea that she was spilling on her. "Girl! Shut the fuck up, are you serious right now?" Yasmine nodded her head while feeling her face getting flushed.

"I'm not lying. It's been like that for a few weeks now. We don't really go too far with it, but honestly, I'm yearning for more. Trin, is that bad?" Yasmine said, fiddling with her fingers, as Trinity shook her head.

"Nah, girl, it's not bad, but I also want you to take it slow and need to heal, even if it's with Jey and he's helping you. I just don't want you to get hurt; that's all that matters to me."

"Yeah, of course, I know my limit, and so does he." She nodded her head as she and Yasmine went back with everyone else out back while Montez was cooking some BBQ.

Meanwhile, Yasmine was sitting near the pool on her phone, scrolling through her social media, and saw that Carmelo had posted about his story.

When she saw it; it was him and trick out to the club together along with lash having a good time she shrugged her shoulders moving past his story while watching someone else's story.

As she was doing that, she heard the door opening. She didn't pay attention at first since she was on her phone, but she heard a familiar voice coming from the kitchen.

Yasmine turned around and saw Jey dabbing up his brother and Montez before glancing in her direction and grinning while flaunting his grills. Raising herself, she approached him and put her arms around his neck. Everyone, including her brother, watched them as he grabbed her by the thighs.

"Oh my gosh, I thought you weren't going to come." Yasmine said.

"I mean I am a foodie so when I heard yo' brother was making some bbq I had to come." Jey replied as he put Yasmine down on her feet.

"Man, you're here for the food and not to see me rude." She pouted at him while walking away, and he chuckled at her for following her to everyone else out back.

Not even looking at Jey, she sat down by the pool and resumed using her phone. While preparing the food, Montez was conversing with Jey. Wondering what was going on between them, he brought up what he had seen earlier.

"So what's up with'chu and my little sister Josh?" Montez asked Jey, scratching the back of his head.

"Nothing, we are just chilling and vibing together. That's all nothing more." Montez gave him that face knowing that he was lying his ass off, causing Jey to sigh deeply.

"Don't kill Me A'ight? But we've been fucking around for like a couple of weeks but I do respect her wishes." Jey said, throwing his hands up in defense.

The sight of his homeboy raising his hands as if to strike him made Montez laugh at him. "Slow down, Dawg. You won't be killed by me. Regardless, I think you two look good together, and as I've previously stated, I have faith in you around my sister." With a sigh of relief, Jey rubbed his hand over his beard. When he noticed Yasmine sitting by herself in the pool using her phone, his gaze quickly went to her. After removing his shirt, he approached her and dove into the pool. He was swimming in the pool when she looked up, the water splashing in her face.

'This nigga did that shit on purpose oh my gosh so annoying bro.'

"Josh! You fucking dickhead!" Yasmine shouted as she wiped her phone, which had water on the screen, before swimming towards him.

He went under the water as she swam in his direction, making it impossible for her to find him. She looked around like a lost puppy until she felt him grab her by the thighs, frightening her. Giving her a Samoan drop in the water, he placed her on his back. Everyone laughed and gasped. Yasmine, meanwhile, flipped her hair back out of her face and swam back up to the top, rubbing her eyes.

Jey encircled her waist with his arms and pressed his face against her shoulder. She gave him an eye roll.

"C'mon mama you can't be mad at me still look at me." He whispered softly.

She turned her head, realizing their faces were close together, pouting at him. "I am still mad at you nigga; leave me alone." Yasmine tried to get away from his grasp but forgetting the fact that he was stronger than her.

"What can I do to make it up to you? Ion' know why yo' little ass catching attitude with me when I did want to come and see you, but a man's gotta eat girl."

She stuck her tongue out at him, facing the opposite direction, grabbing her chin so that she could face him as they made intense contact.

"Fix it."

"Nigga fix what?" Yasmine questioned him as a smirk appeared on his face.

"Fix that damn attitude, or imma fuck it out of you upstairs in yo' bedroom bent the fuck over on that bed, little girl." She fixed her attitude quickly once he said all of that as he turned her body around, now facing him, keeping their bodies close to each other.

Jey pecked her on the lips, making sure nobody saw them do that. Then, they heard Montez calling everyone to come get their plates as the food was done.

✧˚°

After everyone had finished their meal, they spent the remainder of the evening in the living room watching a movie. On the couch, Jey and Yasmine were snuggling together. His hand was over her waist, her head resting on his chest as she straddled his lap. As he watched her drift in and out of sleep, he told Montez that he was going to take Yasmine upstairs to bed because he could see she was nodding off.

Taking her by the legs, he led her upstairs to her bedroom, opened the door with his free hand, and carried her to her bed. He set her down, moved her hair to the side, sat beside her, and gently covered her body with her blanket. Jey smiled as he observed her sleeping soundly and appreciated her features. He wanted to continue keeping her mentally and physically sane because he knew he was doing a good job of it. He wished for her happiness.

He got up from the bed double, checking to make sure that she was actually sleeping before heading downstairs with everyone else.

As he went back downstairs, he noticed that everyone was knocked out of sleep. He laughed quietly, heading back upstairs towards Yasmine's bedroom.

Opening the door, he could tell that Yasmine had shifted in her sleep from sleeping on her side to her stomach. He quietly took off his shorts before climbing into the bed with her.

Pulling her closer to his body, he heard her groan, sounding annoyed, but he didn't care as he placed a kiss on her forehead before drifting to sleep.

Something Bout' Us.

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A/n: Lawd Yasmine and Jey are yearning more for each other right now but again Jey is respecting her but how long can they keep this up before he tear her shit up? 😭😭

Carmelo...ion have anything to say. 🙄

Anyways I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

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misshoneyimhome · 1 year ago

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i have more of a cute ask then a smut one but going back to the interview will did in sweden, what if it was him getting asked if he��s single and he starts talking abt his gf and how much he loves her and it’s all cute

Bb, you had me at cute ask ❤️ I’m all with you on this one, because let’s face it, that boy may not fall easily, but when he does, it’s deep 😉

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Cause All of Me, Loves All of You I William Nylander

William had grown used to being in the spotlight.

As a star player for the Toronto Maple Leafs hockey team, his exceptional talent had consistently garnered attention. However, in recent years, he had found himself in the spotlight even more.

Currently on a global series tour, the team had the pleasure of playing in what he considered to be his hometown of Stockholm. Despite his birthplace being in Calgary, Canada, Sweden had always felt more like home to William. His familial roots lay in Sweden, and everything from the language to the traditions and homey cuisine resonated deeply with him, reflecting his strong connection to Swedish culture.

And as the team arrived in Stockholm, the media naturally focused their attention on the charming 27-year-old. Interviews, signing sessions, and a flurry of media engagements ensued.

Yet, none of this could have prepared him for what was about to unfold next.

William had been asked to appear on a national Swedish talk show hosted by the charming Bianca, to which he’d graciously accepted. It was nothing like he’d ever done before, but since he’d done numerous of interviews, he figured it might be enjoyable to give it a shot.

And as he sat comfortably in the make-up chair, nearly ready for the show, you quietly peeked in to check on him.

Him. Your boyfriend. William Andrew Michael Junior Nylander Altelius.

You had met him several months back, and casually dated for weeks before deciding to elevate your relationship to a more serious level.

Though he had shared snippets of his life on social media, he had never directly mentioned you. During interviews he’d deliberately avoided any mention of girls or dating, focusing solely on hockey, as instructed by managers. Not that you minded at all.

The spotlight belonged to him, not you. And you respected his desire to keep his private life just that - private - and to shield his loved ones from the unpredictable nature of the media.

At first, it had stung a bit, the thought that he might be embarrassed or not serious about you. However, following a heartfelt conversation after a minor disagreement, you came to understand his reasons for keeping your relationship private – he wanted to shield you from potential scrutiny.

And as time passed, your relationship evolved, and eventually, neither of you fretted much about others' opinions.

With a gentle stride, you approached him, a smile gracing your lips as you glanced at him through the mirror, feeling immensely proud of your remarkable man.

"Ready for the big spotlight?" you teased lightly, eliciting a soft laugh from William.

"Sure," he replied nonchalantly.

"Feeling okay, darling?"

William nodded gently. "Yeah, I suppose I'm just a bit nervous... I've never done anything like this before."

"You'll be brilliant, Willy," you reassured, leaning against the make-up stand, gazing down at him with a tender expression. "Everyone will adore you."

"What if I mess up?" he asked timidly, despite knowing he had been well-prepped and having years of experience in media work. Nevertheless, a faint sense of uncertainty lingered within him.

"Come on, babe, you've practically aced situations like this a million times," you reassured him with a comforting smile. "If they start digging into your personal life, smoothly turn the conversation back to hockey. And if they bring up anything negative about your career, family, or anything else that makes you uneasy, just flash them that stunning, confident smile of yours and throw in a cheeky comeback."

Your words seemed to soothe William; his tense muscles gradually relaxing as he regained control over his racing heartbeat.

"And in the worst-case scenario, use the political strategy - answer a question with another question. Journalists hate that," you chuckled, your unconventional communication advice amusing William.

"Wow, babe, you should be in PR," he jested, earning a playful huff from you.

"Yeah, right. Dealing with people and the media all day? No thanks, I'm good sticking to my desk," you retorted with a wink, teasingly.

And amidst your shared laughter, the crew arrived to usher William away and prepare him for the interview.

"See you later, babe," he murmured, planting a gentle kiss on your lips as he rose from his seat. "You'll be backstage the whole time, yeah?"

"Of course," you replied with a soft smile. As William exited the dressing room, your gaze lingered on the man you deeply loved, observing him getting ready for the show, a profound sense of pride and happiness filling you.

And as the stage lights prepared to illuminate and the show was set to commence, William felt the heat more than expected. The temperature seemed much higher than he'd anticipated, so despite his initial confidence in his casual attire for the night, the loose jacket gradually became too much. Eventually, he opted to ditch it, appearing on stage solely in a white tank top.

Your eyes fixated on him as he shed the jacket, causing you to gently bite your lower lip at the sight. "Fuck, he looks good," you thought, simultaneously feeling a twinge of disappointment as he exposed his impressive physique to the world.

But quickly shaking off the feeling, you reminded yourself that you'd be the only one appreciating his body later tonight. That is until Bianca remarked on his toned physique, and Marinna, sweetly and slightly embarrassed, delicately touched his upper arm while praising his defined muscles.

And she wasn't wrong.

William did indeed possess an impressive physique. His body bore the results of elite sports training - muscles finely sculpted and defined, with a hint of thickness that hinted at his love for food, almost rivalling his passion for hockey.

Among his many physical attributes, his thighs stood out, at least in your opinion. They were solid, strong, and defined, and overall, your favourite spot to snuggle up against.

Then there was his torso - a well-built frame adorned with a light smattering of chest hair that you often playfully ran your fingers through.

And those arms, strong enough to envelop you in a tight embrace, effortlessly lifting you as if you weighed nothing at all.

You understood precisely how the two women felt, sitting next to your boyfriend, their eyes lingering on him with a hint of desire. And a slight smirk danced on your lips.

The show went on smoothly. William handled each question with professionalism, infusing his responses with his trademark laughter, showcasing both his expertise and his enjoyment.

However, it was the subsequent line of questioning that caught you completely off guard. Bianca, far from being subtle, dove straight in with her probing questions.

"So, you're single?" Bianca inquired, obviously aiming to captivate the attention of anyone eager to hear that coveted 'yes' slip from William's lips.

And though you half-expected that response, considering he'd never publicly acknowledged your relationship, his words proved you wrong.

"No… No, I'm actually not," William chuckled.

Your heart sank at his announcement of his relationship status, fully aware that this would be broadcasted worldwide, potentially sparking a flurry of quotes and discussions across the internet.

"Aha, and who's the lucky person?" Bianca inquired, maintaining her professional tone.

William paused, contemplating how much to reveal. He understood that you preferred a low-profile existence, and his management had advised keeping his dating life discreet for as long as possible.

Yet, an overwhelming urge surged within him to pour out everything he adored about you. He wanted the world to know; how you crossed paths, seamlessly integrating into his chaotic life, adjusting effortlessly to his roller-coaster schedule. He yearned to shout out his love for you, to express how incredible you were for standing by his side through every high and low, and to proclaim your stunning beauty, kindness, and unwavering care. He wanted everyone to know it all.

However, composed he tried to remain, a broad grin crossed his face as he began, "She's this wonderful person who entered my life a few months back, and luckily for me, she decided to stick around," he added a casual jest, though he could feel his heart racing and his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink, by the mention of you.

"So, you've been together for a while?" Bianca probed.

"Um, only a couple of months… It took me ages to ask her out and convince her to go on a date with me," he chuckled, lightly rubbing his slightly sweaty hands together, excitement coursing through his body.

"Wait, she didn't want to go out with you at first?" Bianca chuckled lightly. "Wow, she must be out of her mind - how did that go?"

William couldn't hide his pure excitement as he started talking about you. "Oh, she definitely is! I mean, she's just so amazing and wonderful, probably way out of my league," he blurted out, his words running ahead of his thoughts. "She's intelligent, funny, and initially, she kept laughing whenever I asked her out because she thought I was joking. But on my fifth attempt, she finally agreed to give me a chance."

"On your fifth try? That's keeping a man on his toes," Bianca remarked, intrigued by the unfolding tale.

"Oh yeah, she definitely didn't make it easy, but it only made me want to get her to say yes more," William confessed, his eyes reflecting the nostalgia of those initial weeks after meeting you.

"So, what changed her mind about you?" Bianca inquired, observing William as he pondered his response.

"Honestly, I'm not sure - perhaps someone convinced her that I'm an alright guy and she should give it a shot," he answered, his words not far from the truth.

In reality, when William had persistently pursued you, and you had turned him down multiple times due to his overly confident yet enticing demeanour, it was Auston Matthews who convinced you to give William a chance. With his own charm, Auston had convinced you by highlighting how much William desired not just a physical connection but found your energy and personality irresistible.

"And things worked out in the end?" Bianca probed further.

"Well, somehow, yes," William continued. "I managed to take her out on a few dates, but relying solely on charm didn't work. I had to prove that I meant everything behind my words and eventually express how I truly felt."

As William delved into a more emotionally charged aspect of the conversation, his voice gradually relaxed. Expressing deep feelings had never been his forte, a pivotal moment in your relationship when you had urged him to be straightforward and honest because you couldn't read his thoughts.

This nudged him to make a genuine effort to articulate his innermost feelings, leading to heartfelt conversations about your emotions for each other.

Bianca smiled, noticing the interview taking on a more romantic tone, and then Marianna joined in.

"Did she make you ask?" she sweetly inquired. "Did you have to ask her to be your girlfriend?"

"Oh, absolutely," William chuckled again. "Yes, I had to ask directly, otherwise, she said it didn't count."

Laughter and smiles filled the studio as William's infectious laughter resonated once more.

The situation had unfolded just as William described.

He hadn't initially considered discussing labels, content with enjoying your company. But you, well acquainted with boys like him, knew their tendency to keep a girl around until they grew bored and moved on. So, you diplomatically and casually laid down the options: either you were dating with a view to be serious or simply good friends with benefits - exceptionally good benefits, of course.

So, realizing that to keep you exclusively for himself, William needed to take a more direct approach, and eventually he asked you directly, to which you naturally responded with a 'yes'.

As the interview gradually drew to a close, you found yourself unable to contain your amusement. Though slightly taken aback by William's sudden honesty and directness in discussing you, you couldn't help but smile.

Amidst the final applause and the cameraman calling "cut," William stood up and made his way backstage to join you before meeting up with his friends and family.

A smile graced your lips as you welcomed your man with open arms, both of you enveloping each other in a deep, affectionate hug followed by a tender kiss.

"You were amazing, babe," you gently praised after parting from the embrace, gazing up at him with sparkling eyes.

"Yeah, you think so? I hope I didn't share too much - I felt like I just kept talking and talking, and-"

"Willy," you interrupted his rambling. "You were perfect, love - I'm just surprised you said all those things about… us."

"Well, I just wanted everyone to know how much I love you… and," he exhaled softly, as if it were a relief to finally share his deep thoughts. "I can't stop thinking about how much I want you around all the time and… I never want you to leave me."

In that fleeting moment of profound tenderness, your heart quickened at his heartfelt words.

"Willy… I'll never leave you. I love you so much, and I'll always be by your side," you whispered gently, still wrapped in his embrace, feeling the reassurance as his arms tightened around you, drawing you closer.

"Promise?" he softly asked, his eyes reflecting a hint of concern.

"I promise," you almost breathed out, drawing him into another deep kiss.

For a moment, it felt as if the world had faded away, leaving both of you lost in the intimacy, until Calle's voice abruptly shattered the intimate bubble.

"Jeez, Willy, you might as well have proposed on stage with that speech about your girl," he chuckled loudly as he and the other Swedes joined you.

"Oh, please don't give him any ideas," you laughed lightly, with a hint of seriousness, gently pulling back from William's embrace, though his arm remained securely around your waist.

"Don't worry about that," Calle teased further. "He's already got it all planned out."

William chuckled along with his friend's playful banter, knowing that there might indeed be a hint of truth in it. At least in his heart, he was set on making you his completely one day, ready to offer you half of what he owned and all of his heart.

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𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 [𝓚.𝓜] 𝟏𝟖+ Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER: NSFW 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!

WARNINGS: Cum kink, unprotected sex, vaginal sex.

In life there are two reactions to most situations; fight or flight.

Bianca almost always responded with the latter. It was simply easier to pretend nothing was happening because the moment you do self-reflection you must change, and Bianca didn't want to change yet.

Life for the first time in a long time seemed colorful again. After the death of her father, she wasn't sure when she would feel like herself again but she doesn't even necessarily feel like her old self either. This was a whole new side of life.

Suddenly there was something to look forward to, somebody who always knew the right thing to say and knew how to please her in a way that would put her on a dopamine high that would last all day. Her feelings were only growing stronger with each interaction.

It was purely selfish, but she couldn't stop.

They had to be more careful now after Kylian slept over at her house. Camille has been all over Kylian lately, constantly showing up randomly and calling the office to speak with him. Luckily she hasn't found anything because Kylian made sure to scrub his phone clean.

Even somewhat hinting that Kylian leave Camille would feel too far, after all, he does have a daughter with her and Bianca wouldn't want to ruin the young girl's life; not to mention even hinting at a breakup it could send Kylian running for the hills.

Admittedly, it would be nice to know where Kylian stood on the situation but she could never tell. The Frenchman would never even give a clue on where he stood emotionally and despite her better judgment she was a little curious and wanted to poke around a bit to gauge where he stood, maybe just for the sake of knowing.

Bianca was trying to convince herself that she truly didn't care, that she was just curious; like a cat walking on the edge of a window seal.

What has curiosity ever done to a cat?

"Oi you're in my spot you know?" A deep accented voice says standing directly in front of Bianca's desk, arms crossed.

She snaps her head up from her notebook with pure confusion only to be more confused when she realizes it's someone she's never met before. The unknown man is tall, has smooth full lips, big friendly brown eyes, and a seemingly just-cut faded haircut.

He is undoubtedly beautiful.

This man seemed young- too young to work there given almost all staff are past thirty besides Kylian and herself. "I'm sorry are you at the wrong place? Would you like directions?" Bianca asked earnestly, shuffling to her computer and getting ready to pull up Google Maps.

"What you think I couldn't work here?" There's now a grin on his face and his teeth are just as nice as the rest of him.

Bianca scrambled with her words trying to explain herself, somewhat off guard from the fresh face. "Of course you could. I've just never seen you around and now you wanna sit in my seat."

He pointed over to the empty chair on the far right to her with the broken computer that hasn't been used the whole time she's been there. "Actually I wanna sit in that seat" He corrected her before making his way behind the desk.

She didn't stop him, only watching as he placed his leather bag next to the dusty keyboard. "But you said-"

"I was only messing with you."

Bianca blinked unsurely at what was happening. "I'm sorry who are you?" She finally questioned, her body fully facing him.

The man stuck his hand out and now sat in the previously empty chair. "I'm Jude. I filled your spot while you were away and Mr. Messi liked me so much that he wanted me to stay here."

Oh, this is the guy Kylian was talking about in the car the other day. He didn't seem boring at all. In fact, quite the opposite.

"I'm Bianca" Their hands linked together, shaking up and down a few times courteously before letting go.

Her eyebrows knitted together. "Wait, I thought you were his assistant?"

Jude rubbed his hands together before he shrugged confidently. "I am, but he said if I could fix up the computer I could have my own space" he explained now turning to face the dead computer in front of him.

This isn't your own space, this is my space.

A heads-up would have been nice for the new change but Bianca wasn't too bothered by it. Slightly irritated yes, but not actually angry about it. Maybe now she would be forced to do her job a bit better, less time to slack off with someone watching her. Especially someone the CEO seemed to have grown fond of.

Bianca didn't say much else, just went back to her notebook trying to figure out one of the higher-up's appointment schedules so she could find an opening for another client.

There was a silence that lasted about an hour while Jude messed around with the computer trying to pick it apart while Bianca did her own work. They were simply coexisting in the same place.

Jude broke the silent streak first. "I can tell you aren't from around here either" he noted as his hands still tinkered at the machine.

She wasn't sure what he meant or how he meant it, but she decided to go the playful route. "What gave it away?" Her tone was light, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

"Everyone I've met so far looks like they've seen hell with their own eyes. You look too innocent to be from here."

Bianca laughed to herself. If only he knew.

Jude didn't miss her reaction. "What's funny? Am I wrong?" His head looked left to her.

There was no right way to answer that, so it was probably best to slightly change the subject. "Where are you from?"

His eyes stayed glued to her. "Stourbridge, England."

Bianca pouted her lower lip out and put a hand on her chest. "My condolences."

"You've been?"

"No, but it doesn't sound pleasant."

Jude's wide smile returned, and his eyes twinkled underneath the fluorescent lights. "What do they even have in your country? Coconuts?" He teased back.

She laughed hardily at that, completely forgetting about the work she was supposed to be doing. "I'll take that over your guys' food options. Beans on toast should be banned, there is no way people actually enjoy that."

Both of their chairs turned to face each other. "You know people do enjoy? Electricity. Your people wouldn't know about that I guess" Jude shot back, trying to hide his own laughter.

Bianca also tried to conceal her giggles. "Oh really? We do know about the dentist though, can you Englishmen say the same?"

Jude flashed his white teeth, wiping them with his tongue. "Don't even try to violate us like that again."

A loud ringing broke up their interaction, causing them both to jump. Bianca swiveled her chair back around and lifted the landline phone to her ear, immediately causing the annoying buzzing to stop. "JPR-Finance, this is Bianca speaking how may I assist you today?"

"It always makes me laugh when you use your customer service voice."

Bianca's heart fluttered in her chest the second she heard Kylian's voice, a warm feeling spreading in her stomach. She could feel Jude's eyes on her so she kept her composure calm and professional. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, sir. Is there anything you would like help with this afternoon?"

Kylian's eyebrows raised at her continued act. "Actually yes there is, Ms. Salazar. I've got half a pineapple pizza that I need you to come finish. Food waste is one of the world's greatest failures and it would be such a shame to contribute to it."

Bianca snickered internally. So corny but so cute.

She felt at ease when Jude went back to the computer, now able to act more like herself around Kylian. "I'll be happy to help you.

The phone was placed back into the holder before she slid out from her desk and headed to the elevators.

Bianca swallowed her food before speaking, eyes on his suit. "I have a question for you"

Kylian tapped his mouth with a napkin to wipe away the shiny residue from the pizza. He hummed shortly for her to continue speaking. "Is Camille your wife or your girlfriend?" The question caught him off guard and he coughed to regain composure.

"She's my girlfriend." He responded simply, fidgeting the napkin inside his palm.

A small wave of relief washed over her. At least they aren't married.

She accepted his answer and took another bite of the greasy bread before pressing again. "How long have you guys been together?"

Kylian breathed in slowly as he winded his shoulders, visibly uncomfortable. "I just turned 20 when we met so a little more than four years." He surprisingly seemed level-headed when answering even though out of his comfort zone.

Bianca cocked her head to the side. "But Ariella is four so Camille must have gotten pregnant quickly."

"She got pregnant only a month into our relationship. I hadn't really gotten to know her well at that point, I was just a kid. Young and dumb. I got Ari though, so I'm happy." Kylian shrugged it off, shutting the pizza box as his appetite dwindled.

She kept the conversation going, relieved to finally get some answers. "Where did you meet?"

Kylian paused in his place and looked at the ceiling trying to wrack his brain to remember the answer. "At a club, if I remember correctly. I was more wild in those days so all the memories kind of blended together. I don't like to think about it much."

Her lips pulled downwards. The entire situation seemed unfair with each new fact she discovered.

Bianca was walking on a tightrope with this conversation and she knew it, so pushing too much on the subject wasn't a smart idea but yet the nagging feeling of wanting to know more wouldn't leave.

The pizza grew cold as it stayed on the paper plate, now long forgotten. Bianca lifted her head up to look at him, adrenaline too strong to be afraid.

Against her better judgment, she asked the question that's been on her mind for some time now. "Do you really love her?"

Kylian's eyes softened and his shoulders slumped down. "Bianca," he breathed out as he stood up from his seat.

Bianca instantly regretted asking the question, cheeks burning with embarrassment and wanting to crawl into a hole to hide forever. Kylian bent down to meet her eye level in the chair before holding her face in his palms and gently kissing her.

His lips were warm and relaxed, contrasting sharply with hers who was careful and shaky as her mind swirled. After a few seconds of his touch, she eased into him and accepted when his tongue swiped across her lower lip.

Their saliva exchanged as their mouths opened for each other, salty and sweet like the food they just consumed. Kylian broke the kiss to press a few other ones to her cheeks before he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

Bianca was unsure of what answer she wanted to hear but as she sat smothered in his arms, this seemed like the perfect one.

Her hands pushed on his chest to get space only enough to find his mouth again this time with more heat. Kylian grabbed her thighs lifted her from the chair swiftly and placed her on his semi-empty desk.

"You're always on my mind," Kylian says breathlessly before sucking on her neck.

Bianca's mind is fuzzy, lost in the sensation of his tongue dragging across her flesh. Kylian is growing hard quickly, subconsciously grinding against her leg for friction. She rubs his bulge with one hand, the other cradling his head as he unbuttons her shirt and then unclasps her bra.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spots the large clock ticking mockingly at them. "You have a meeting in forty minutes so let's make this quick, mon beau." she reminds him before wincing at the cold air now exposed to her chest.

Kylian let out a low laugh as he pulls her skirt down. "Oui m'dame" he pecks at her lips.

Bianca hops off the desk and turns around so that she's fully bent over the desk. From behind, she hears him gasp at her straightforward action. Kylian takes time to caress her body, admiring her as if she was a sculpture; tracing over her curves with the pads of his fingertips.

His veiny hands grasp her ass, squeezing the fatty flesh before pressing his thumb over her clothed pussy. Kylian circled around the nerves through the thin cloth, smiling when he felt her warm juices spread around with his finger.

She pushed back onto his long digit, desperate for more contact as she held onto the wooden desk completely vulnerably.

Kylian found it amusing watching her squirm and wanted to drag it out for longer despite the time crunch. He yanked his hand away from her body to unzip his pants and push them down his thick thighs, tugging his boxers down next.

He could see in her body language that she felt excited at the sound of his pants falling and he almost felt bad for not instantly giving her what she wanted so badly. Kylian took his fully hard dick and dragged his across her ass, his sticky warm precum leaving small wet stains against the cotton of her underwear.

Bianca let out a whine and murmured his name incoherently, only enticing him further.

He lifted up the fabric so that his throbbing cock could slide between the skin and the material, the silhouette of his dick outlined in the cotton. He groaned at the feeling of her soft flesh rubbing against his foreskin and he shallowly thrusts.

"More Kylian" she cries, grinding her ass against him.

Kylian placed one hand on her waist and guides her while he bucks into her repeatedly, enjoying the view of her ass bouncing against him. He let out small grunts as he got lost in the moment and became focused on the enchanting sight before him, focused on his own pleasure. "Please baby" she gets out needily.

That broke him out of his trance, and Kylian having enough of his own game pulled down her underwear and eased himself into her dripping heat. "Fuck yes yes thank you" Bianca jumbled together, lust clouding her senses.

He slid into her body perfectly like a puzzle piece, sucking at the side of her neck and shuddering at how good her slippery walls felt clenching around him. "Always so tight and perfect for me," Kylian says into her ear as he picks up his pace.

Kylian pulls away to grab at her ass again, sweat forming as he pumps himself into her completely before pulling out again and repeating the steps. Bianca was a mess under him, drooling onto the surface below as his tip nudged against her most sensitive spot.

He angled himself so he could repeatedly fuck into that spot, this time harder. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as a string of curses left her mouth incoherently. Kylian used one of his hands to fondle her breast before pulling her hair so her neck would be exposed to his lips.

Bianca was already close and he could feel it by the globs of clear liquid smearing onto his cock and her walls enclosing around him tightly. Kylian can feel his cock start to twitch at the wet warm feeling. "Merde, princess you're fucking soaking. Not gonna last long."

Kylian lowered his hand to rub against her clit, starting off slowly and then matching his fast pace. "Ahh f-fuckkkk" she borderline screamed out, eyes screwing shut, dangerously close to her orgasm.

" 's good. Want you to cum all over" Bianca slurred drunkenly, eyelids low.

Kylian let out a low whine. "You need my cum mon bébé?"

She nodded quickly without a second thought. "Yes! Want you to make a mess on me."

He was determined to make her come first, so he pounded into her and rubbed against that spot again, pushing her over the edge. Kylian almost cried at how good it felt when her sopping velvety walls spasmed around his raw cock, wanting to milk him for everything he had. Bianca chanted his name as she came, hot dribbles of her own juice running down her legs.

"Gonna paint you so pretty" he groaned out deeply, balls tight and full of his semen.

Kylian couldn't hold back any longer so he pulled out and drenched her smooth thighs in his white creamy cum, moaning as his cock spurted out an endless load. "Fuck yes! Take it all, ma chérie" He grunted out.

Bianca rubbed her thighs together to make a bigger mess, smearing the thick liquid all over her skin combined with her own juices. Kylian panted as he slowly came down, mind cloudy from how intense his orgasm was.

Kylian turned her around on the desk so their lips could meet again, his hand rubbing against her drenched thighs so he could feel their own creation. "Beautiful," he says as he looks down.

Kylian and Bianca stood sweatily and out of breath as they came down from their highs, skin flushed and damp as proof of their actions. He pulled Bianca into his arms one last time to kiss her sloppily, she reciprocated happily but somewhat tired.

"I hate when I have to leave," Bianca says once their lips part.

Kylian brings her hand up to his mouth, leaving long kisses on each knuckle. "Don't leave then. Stay here forever with me." He sounded serious even though what he was saying was outlandish.

Oh, If only.

Bianca couldn't resist another kiss even if the time was running out before his meeting. As Kylian's fingers laced in her hair a loud knocking caused them to pull away abruptly.

"Kylian?"

The high-pitched voice made both of their stomachs drop. They froze in their places as the knocking got louder. "I know you're in there Kylian." She shrieked.

He zipped his pants up as Bianca rushed to find her underwear thrown somewhere across the room. "Camille I'm in a meeting," Kylian yelled at the door as he tried to straighten up the mess they had made.

The door handle started jiggling as Camille yanked at the metal but it was stopped by the lock. "Just let me in Kylian you're driving me crazy" Camille huffed, voice strong.

Bianca's eyes scanned around the room for places to hide but there weren't many options. Behind a plant seemed too cliche and seeing the girl face to face was definitely out of the question. It was obvious to anyone with a brain what they were doing and if anyone found out, the consequences would be disastrous.

Luckily, Kylian's grand wooden desk completely touched the floor so it was impossible to see what was on the other side unless you completely came around. Bianca set aside her dignity as she crawled on the floor and nustled herself into the dark space.

Going from letting another person inside of her to minutes later degrading herself to being someone's dirty secret as his cum dried on her skin was humiliating, to say the least; but it was completely deserved.

"Just stay quiet and we'll be fine" Kylian assured her in a whisper.

The knocking hadn't stopped, if anything only growing louder. Kylian quickly opened up a window to let out some of the humidity and sprayed old cologne from years ago that he doesn't even like anymore.

He rushed to the door and cracked it open, his body blocking her from being able to see inside. "Are you crazy? I'm in the middle of a meeting! Are you trying to get me fired?" Kylian lied easily to the upset girl.

Camille let out a shaky breath. "You make me crazy. I can't shake this gut feeling, Kylian. A woman's intuition is never wrong."

Bianca felt like she was going to throw up her head spinning and ears ringing yet she couldn't move a muscle.

"I don't have time for this Camille. You've come up here more times within the past week than you have in my whole career and all you do is cause a scene every time. I can't take it anymore" Kylian kept stern.

Camille let out an offended gasp. "I don't have any other choice. You come home smelling like a woman's perfume and you won't even look at me anymore. Every single time I talk to you, you barely respond. It's like your head is always somewhere else."

Bianca felt like she was watching a horrible car crash. An absolute wreck, but you can't look away- or in this case, stop listening.

"We can talk about it when we get home but I'm not doing this here. Leave Camille." Kylian wasn't even arguing back, seemingly just tired.

His girlfriend clearly wasn't satisfied with that answer, only fueling the fire more. "You don't even care about me! I'm sitting here pouring out my heart and you don't even give a fuck! What kind of example are you setting for Ariella? I will never let my child grow up with such a pathetic excuse of a father" Camille sobbed.

Kylian let out a sigh and softened his tone as he scratched the back of his neck. "Of course I care, I really do. I just have a lot of work that needs to get done. I promise the second I get home, we can talk about this. Go home, run a bath, and relax."

Bianca hears their clothes shift as Camille clings to his body for a hug. "I love you" she hears faintly from Camille.

"I love you too."

Suddenly it's all too much and Bianca covers her ears with her hands, hands shaking around her head as she does so. The door shuts and Kylian bends down to find Bianca with her knees to her chest and shaking from the adrenaline. "Are you okay?" He asks softly.

She doesn't say anything, only staring blankly at the floor. "Bianca" he calls to her.

Bianca's face remains the same, staring off into space.

Kylian doesn't know what to say or do so he crawls on the floor next to her and waits in silence in the dark small space, eyes carefully watching her. "I want to go home," Bianca says after some time.

"Whatever you want to do, I'll make happen. But please-" He pauses, hesitant to scare her away.

Please don't give up on me.

"-call me when you get home. I want to make sure you're okay."

Bianca stands up quietly, not saying anything else as she fixes her clothes and bolts for the door, leaving a distressed Kylian behind.

She stopped at her desk to grab her things, a preoccupied Jude looking up when he sees she came back. "You're leaving already?" He asks with surprise.

Bianca was in no mood to talk but still kept a polite tone. "Yeah, I'm not feeling well."

It wasn't a complete lie, at least.

Jude pouts his lip. "Shit, sorry to hear."

He turns his body around and scribbles down something in pen before ripping the paper and presenting it to her. "Here's my number. It gets lonely here, let's hang out sometime.."

Bianca takes the paper and shoves it deep into her pocket. "Definitely."

Hours pass as Bianca stayed nuzzled on her couch, wrapped under thick wool blankets. Her eyes are swollen from all the time spent crying, replaying the day over and over again in her head from every possible angle.

Everything was just so messy and confusing, she hated it.

Today forced her to come to the realization that even the people you dislike the most have feelings too. Is it justified in any way? Can I handle the emotional burden that comes with Kylian? Is it all worth it?

They could both lose everything, but for some reason, none of that mattered the moment she was in his presence. Everything felt so right with him. Bianca internally cursed at herself forever applying to the job in the first place. In any scenario, they would always be drawn to each other.

No matter how much she tried to fight against her feelings for him, she would always lose. Bianca imagines stepping into a time machine and stopping herself from ever leaving her country at all.

At the reminder of the silly conversation from earlier with Jude, she crawls off of the couch to find her sweater from earlier and dig out the pockets. In it was his sloppy note and she carried it with her before sitting back on the cushions and typing the numbers into her phone.

B: Hey, It's Bianca. Sorry for messaging so late, I was distracted all day. Hope you're sleeping well.

About ten minutes later her phone buzzes with a notification.

J: why would I be asleep? Sleep is for the weak yanno xx

She smiles for the first time in hours.

B: right, that's why I assumed you'd be asleep.

J: ur an actual hater

J: ur lucky ur pretty or else I'd block u rn ;P

𝔸/ℕ: 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘!! 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕖 𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕖. 𝔹𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖-𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥! 𝔹𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖! 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖'𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥. ℕ𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕦𝕘𝕙. 𝕊𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕋ℍ𝔸ℕ𝕂 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝔸𝕃𝕃 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 <𝟛𝟛𝟛𝟛!!!!! 𝕀 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖! 𝕀𝕃𝕐𝕊𝕄!!

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian smut #kylian mbappe smut #football fanfiction #kylian mbappe imagine

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blakeswritingimagines · 2 years ago

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Sweet Nothings

Wednesday: "You are beautiful. I think that you have your own special kind of magic. I think that there is nothing in the world more important than you. I think that you are smart and clever and strong. I think that you are the best person I have ever met."

Enid: "You are the kind of person that makes me smile at a notification on my phone. I know things are rough. I know that it might seem like everyone is pushing you to the side, but you are important. You are valid, and I accept you for exactly who you are. You are worth fighting for, and you deserve to be cared for, by yourself and the others in your life. Just know that what you're feeling now will pass, and better things are on their way. You are loved."

Xavier: "You are a masterpiece. The finest, most beautiful, most gorgeous one-of-a-kind piece of art I have ever laid my eyes on. I have looked at a million sunrises, a hundred rainbows, billions of trees, and trillions of flowers, but none can compare to your beauty."

Rowan: "You are beautiful in every sense of the word. To me, you have just as much value as any piece of art. To me, you are a masterpiece. Don't change or compromise on anything. You are you, don't let other people bring you down. You are perfect the way you are."

Tyler: "You are the sweetest person ever. You have a great smile. And you have such an amazing personality. I love your sense of humor, and I always enjoy spending time with you. You are my favorite person in the whole world, and I can't imagine my life without you. You mean everything to me, and I wouldn't change a thing about you. I love you so much."

Ajax: "You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life. You are the kindest, most caring person I've ever met. I can't imagine ever doing anything to upset you. I think you're a truly wonderful, loving person, and you deserve nothing but kindness and love in return. I want nothing but the best for you. You're the most amazing person I've ever met, and I would do anything for you."

Bianca: "For as long as I can remember, my heart has belonged to you and only you. You are my everything. My life will never be complete without you in it. Even the simple thought of you gives me strength and joy. You are my world. You are the most beautiful person in all the universe."

#wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #rowan laslow x reader #tyler galpin x reader #ajax petropolis x reader #bianca barclay x reader #wednesday headcanons #wednesday hcs

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afterdarkprincess · 1 year ago

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all you ever did was wreck me (yeah you wreck me)

Relationship: Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins Rating: Explicit Summary: Newly returned Dean Ambrose has a press event at the WWE Performance Center and World Heavyweight Champion Seth Rollins is among those there to greet him. They find one another in a practice room long after everyone else has gone home and things escalate quickly.

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Fun little idea I've had in my head since CM Punk came back, just wouldn't leave me alone. Plus I had to do some Ambrollins eventually for my lil sis :)

tags for @elementaldoughnut12 @feelschicken @harmshake @jeysbvck @southerngirl41 and @imabillyami (if anyone else would like to be tagged in my fics please let me know! 💖)

Warnings for: Frottage, Hand Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Mirrors, Pet Names/Dirty Talk

Seth never thought he’d see the day.

He had seen the email, read it twice to be sure, but even on the way to Orlando he didn’t quite believe it. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw him in the Performance Center with his own eyes.

There’d been buzz of course, all over the internet as soon as CM Punk returned to WWE and “Hell Froze Over” as they all claimed, it was not long before rumors began to circulate that Punk would not be the only one to make the jump between companies.

Seth would like to have believed that maybe Jon would have reached out to him first, that maybe the old wounds would have healed by now and they could be friends again. But he had to find out via email like the rest of the roster. So much for bygones being bygones.

He spends the morning hanging around the performance center, himself and a few other select members of the roster were asked to come and do some spots on NXT as part of the announcement. Roman is noticeably absent, but then again it would be more shocking for the man to actually show up to work these days.

Bianca is there, her hand delicately perched on Montez’s arm as usual, all smiles as she talks to the members of the women’s division that crowd around her. Ford is in the midst of a discussion with Carmelo and Trick, with a few others hanging around.

A few of them had approached Seth earlier, and he’d indulged them enough not to get a scolding but his efforts to appear unapproachable seem to be working.

Seth checks his watch, of course the bastard is late. Couldn’t arrive on time if his life depended on it, he never could. How many nights had Seth spent in the same position, waiting on him, always waiting.

He’s about to give up, make the rounds and give his excuses so he could head back to the hotel and take a nice long shower and postpone this meeting for as long as he possibly could, when the doors swing open.

Dean always did know how to make an entrance. Jon he corrects himself mentally. It’s Jon now. Dean Ambrose is nothing but a ghost from his past.

Hunter follows behind him through the door, and isn’t it Seth’s lucky day? Of course he’s here, eating up the press attention and showing off his new acquisition. He puts his thick fingers on Moxley’s shoulder and it makes bile rise in Seth’s throat.

Thankfully, Mox has about as much tolerance for that as Seth does, and the hand is quickly shrugged off with a thinly veiled look of disgust thrown at the older man.

He must not notice Seth, where he’s standing apart from everyone else, or if he does he doesn’t dignify him with so much a glance in his direction. He talks with some of the younger ones, who look at him with stars in their eyes, and exchanges compliments with Montez and Bianca, thanking them gruffly for being in his welcome party.

Seth idly wonders if even now he could still escape, disappear into the background before anyone notices, delay this meeting that he’s desired and dreaded in equal measure. But of course it couldn’t be that easy.

Melo and Trick ask him for a photo, and they set the shot up directly in Seth’s view. There’s no way he won’t-

Blue eyes meet his, clear and cold like a lake in winter. He’s drowned in their depths before, but god if Seth doesn’t miss that sweet surrender. Dean, Jon, Mox, Dean- it’s Dean his mouth turns up in a cheeky grin for the photo, but Seth knows better, as the man doesn’t even bother to look at the camera snapping the shot, keeping his eyes locked on him.

They thank Mox for the photo, and he finally looks away from Seth, granting him a reprieve. Seth stares down at the floor and tries to get his traitorous heartbeat under control. His pulse is loud in his ears and he’s nervous, like his music is about to hit right before a big match and he has no idea how it’s gonna go.

Seth hears the thud of heavy boots on the concrete, stomping around like always and the smell of cigarette smoke arrives first.

He’s here. He’s really standing here, chewing on a piece of gum and looking at Seth, a wary look in his eye but his expression carefully neutral.

“Hey,” Moxley nods his head, giving Seth a once over.

“Hey yourself,” Seth shoots back, very aware of the people surrounding them, watching their interaction with bated breath. There are so many things he wants to say. His fingers itch with their desire to reach out and touch him, make sure he’s real and solid- that he won’t disappear again.

But as he’s been told so many times over the years, Seth is a coward.

“It’s uh- good to see you.” It sounds lame even to his own ears. The understatement of the century.

Mox’s eyebrows raise, jaw in constant motion, chewing. “Yeah, you too.”

Hunter looks between the two of them, not even bothering to hide the distaste in his expression. “Lets get a photo of these two as well, ey?”

The press photographer sets up as Moxley clomps to his side, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly as he laughs.

Surely he’s joking, hamming it up as usual but it makes Seth feel small, like he’s back in FCW with something to prove and not the reigning World Heavyweight Champion. Seth swallows thickly, and puts on a smile.

He expects an arm to be thrown over his shoulder, if Moxley would be willing to touch him at all. What he does not expect his a hand finding its way to his waist, just lightly grazing at first before squeezing playfully.

It’s a clear sign, he knows all the ins and outs of the language that is Dean Ambrose. It’s me, I’m here. Relax, Rollins.

Seth feels his shoulders drop and relax, and his hand finds the small of Moxley’s back, and he smiles for real.

The camera flashes, preserving the moment forever, but no one but them will ever know what it really means. Seth looks at him as he takes a step back, creating some respectable space between their bodies. “Thanks, Mox. It’s good to have you back.”

His brow furrows and he runs a hand through that rugged beard of his, but he’s interrupted when he opens his mouth.

“It’s Ambrose again, actually.” Hunters voice is smug, like it’s a personal victory.

Seth feels the urge to lash out at his boss, which is never a good look, despite the fact that his heart is screaming in the rightness of it all. He’d take the man with any name, their bond is deeper than that, but it’s the name he still cries out at night as the nightmares replay him leaving.

He whips his head to look at Dean again, who nods. “Was this your idea or theirs?”

Hunter rolls his eyes and walks away.

“Little a both, honestly,” Dean says, shrugging. “Trademark stuff, and it felt right.”

Seth nods, his eyes wandering to where Dean’s tongue darts out to lick at his chapped lips. All sort of absurd ideas float through Seth’s mind, spilling his guts right here and confessing every wild emotion that the other man has stirred in his heart over the last 10 years, replacing the tongue on Dean’s lip with his own.

He goes to open his mouth, though he has no clue what’s about to come out, but he doesn’t get a word out.

It’s Ilya this time, wanting to talk to Dean, which makes sense. There’s a line forming behind him and Seth’s very aware that this isn’t the time or place.

“I gotta run, but we’ll catch up later, yeah?”

There’s a look in Dean’s eyes that he can’t quite place, but he nods all the same, and turns to give the current NXT champ his attention.

Seth feels a twinge in his chest, but backs away. Cowardly. Again.

The afternoon gets away from Seth, in a blur of interviews and a training class on promos. He’d seen glimpses of Dean here and there as they both were led around the Performance center by different sets of staff, waving at each other each time with a resigned misery in their eyes.

His last obligation of the day is sitting down for a long form interview thats going on one of the podcasts, and he ends up talking with Corey Graves for much longer than he’d intended. By the time they wrap up in the studio it’s going on 8pm, and all of the young talent are long gone for the day. The building is quiet, and all but the essential lights are off.

Seth gets himself turned around somehow, trying to navigate the labyrinth of hallways that go from the studios through the offices to the exit. He finds himself near the practice rings, and he hears the sound of a body against the ropes, the heavy thud of footfalls. He thinks he’ll just poke his head in, maybe get some directions to the nearest exit and he’ll be on his way.

Of course it couldn’t be that easy.

Seth swings the door open, revealing a row of punching bags and a solitary ring set up before a wall of mirrors, making the room look twice as big as it is. He catches Dean’s face in the mirror, dripping sweat and beautiful, and feels himself freeze.

Maybe Dean didn’t see him. Maybe he can back out of the room now and find his way out on his own, but he can’t seem to make his feet move and-

“Ey!” Dean’s voice rings out in the quiet of the room. “Was lookin’ for someone to punch.” He chuckles lowly, and Seth never stood a chance of walking away from him.

Seth’s in a pair of loose fitting shorts and a tee shirt, so he can’t even argue that he’s not dressed for this. He cautiously makes his way into the ring, watching as Dean wraps his knuckles in tape.

It’s surreal to watch himself and Dean in the mirror, like a tv show so compelling he can’t pull his eyes away. He’s distracted, Dean’s voice floating in and out of his ear before pulling him out of his thoughts.

“-right?” The cold blue eyes stare at him expectantly, but Seth’s got no clue.

“Sorry, man. Lost in the mirror I guess. Run it back?”

Dean laughs again, “Same old Seth, huh. Just sayin’ this is a far cry from the FCW set up, s’all.”

The understatement of the century. Seth nods, “Yeah, uh definitely beats that old warehouse.”

“Dunno,” He grumbles out. “Builds character in a place like that. Don’t think I’d wanna come up in a place like this.” He gestures around. “Too nice, too clean.”

“Of course you’d say that,” Seth huffs, tugging his t shirt up and over his head, catching just a glimpse of something in Dean’s eyes that he refuses to think about. “So we doin’ this?”

Dean hits him with a look that Seth’s seen a million times before, across rings, across shitty motel rooms and diner booths, nods, and brings his hands up to a grappling stance. “Ready when you are, baby.”

The comment catches Seth off guard, but not enough to give Dean the upper hand as they crash together, limbs locked in a tight embrace. Seth feels each point where their skin meets like a hot stove, burning an impression into him, forever leaving a mark.

It’s like not a day has passed since their last match. They don’t talk much, never have really needed to; not with each other, not since the beginning. They exchange blows as easy as breathing, the rhythm of their bouts matching the pounding of their twin heart beats.

Seth takes advantage of a break and climbs up the ropes, diving headlong into Dean who catches him effortlessly with a laugh.

“Lightweight,” Seth can feel the timber of his voice, the rumble of his chest against Seth’s skin. Real, whole, and here with Seth where he belongs.

Dean flips him into position for a vertical suplex, and his senses are filled with the salty scent of Dean’s skin as his cheek’s pressed against the scar-marked chest. Seth briefly brushes his lips against the skin, flicking out his tongue to taste before he’s brought down hard on his back.

The wind is knocked out of him, though he’s not sure if it’s from the impact or the intoxicating effect that Dean still has on him.

Dean goes for the cover, hoisting up Seth’s leg and draping his weight across his torso with a smug look on his face.

Seth jerks his shoulder up and flips them over, his chest heaving as he stares down at Dean, beautiful Dean. His face is red with exertion and it makes his eyes stand out even more. He licks his chapped lips, just a flash of pink tongue and it sends a hot rush of arousal down Seth’s spine.

Unfortunately, in reversing the pin Seth’s hips landed right on top of Dean’s, and the loose shorts he’s wearing definitely do not conceal the chub of his dick as it swells with desire. Dean’s hips buck in an attempt to throw him off, but it just delivers delicious friction to the place Seth needs and doesn’t want it most.

He’s embarrassed at the pathetic little whine he emits, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth just a moment too late to hide it.

Dean’s eyes widen knowingly before they travel down down to the obvious tent in Seth’s shorts.

Seth can feel his face heat up, and he moves to get off of Dean, ready to apologize and leave and put this behind him but as usual Dean is way ahead of him.

He’s flipped again before he can process what’s happening, but instead of Dean going to cover him for a pin, he situates himself between Seth’s splayed legs with ease.

Dean stares down at him, and Seth’s legs instinctively wrap around his back to keep him there. It’s immediately obvious that he’s not alone in this situation, the hard warmth of an erection against his own.

“P-please…” Seth stutters out, his dick now painfully hard. “Dean- ahh!”

He’s cut off by Dean’s hips grinding down hard into his own, rough and powerful as the man above him groans. His big hands are at either side of Seth’s head, holding himself up and giving Seth a perfect view of his gorgeous chest, covered by scars and a carpet of thick hair.

Seth finds himself reaching up with one hand, slowly as if reaching out to a feral cat who might turn tail at any moment. When Dean doesn’t move, rocking his hips but not running away, Seth cards his fingers up through the chest hair until he finds a nipple with his fingertips. He circles the nub gently in rapt fascination until it’s hard and standing proud and he’s pulled out of his trance by a growl that escapes Dean’s mouth.

“Not playin’ fair, baby.” A hand bats Seth’s arm away and suddenly Dean’s mouth is on Seth’s nipples, licking and sucking and biting just hard enough for it to sting and Seth can’t keep his hips still. He rubs himself against Dean like he’s a teenager again, horny and desperate in a locker room.

His head lolls to the side in pleasure, and he catches sight of their reflection in the wall of mirrors. His legs clenched around Dean’s heaving back as he licks all over Seth’s chest, the way their bodies twist and meld into each other.

He can’t bring himself to look away, but Dean’s hand grasps his beard and tugs his chin so he has no choice but to look at him. “Keep those eyes right here.”

There’s a hard edge to Dean’s voice, and Seth feels himself leaking precum in his shorts. It should be embarrassing but he can’t currently find it himself to care.

Dean pushes himself up onto his knees and Seth whimpers at the loss of contact, though he can’t complain for long. Dean’s shoving his own pants and briefs down to expose the hard length of his cock, giving it a few strokes. Seth’s mouth waters at the sight, but then Dean’s going for Seth’s shorts, pulling the waist band down to free him as well.

“Of course you aren’t wearing underwear, you slut,” Dean says fondly, spitting into his hand before stroking Seth’s dick, dragging his thumb around the thick head and driving Seth wild.

Seth drops his head back to the mat, but Dean’s not far behind coming back to hover over him, their cocks sliding together. Dean brings his mouth to Seth’s neck, sucking at the sensitive skin as their hips rut together. Seth rests his hands on the back of Dean’s neck, holding on for dear life as the hot coil in his stomach gets even tighter.

He’s rapidly approaching his climax, and judging by Dean’s breathing he’s not alone in that. When Dean finally seems satisfied with his work on Seth’s neck, he presses a sloppy kiss against the angry red skin.

“Mine,” Dean growls, and if Seth wasn’t already near the edge, he certainly is now.

“Yours, ah- fuck!”

His breathing rapidly turns to whimpers, and he’s so so close, the pressure of Dean’s cock grinding and sliding against his own and his ragged breath hot in Seth’s ear.

Dean shoves his hand down between them and grabs both their dicks roughly, stroking them both. “C’mon pretty thing, let go for me.”

It’s all the motivation Seth needs, his vision whiting out as he shoots cum all over Dean’s hand and his own stomach. Dean’s not far behind, thrusting into his fist a few more times before adding to the mess between them.

Seth breathes heavily as he comes back to earth, catching sight of himself in the mirror again, locking with the blue eyes staring back at him. He breathes out a laugh, grinning.

“Look at us, huh?” Dean says, a drop of sweat falling from his forehead and onto Seth’s cheek. “You look good under me.”

He blows Seth a kiss in the mirror and that’s when it hits him. In all that, Seth never even kissed Dean. After all this time.

Seth feels tears well in his eyes as he cradles Dean’s face in his hands, running his thumb along the edge of his beard. He gently pulls him in, lifting his head so their foreheads rest together.

“Missed you so much,” Seth whispers. “Nothin’ felt right without you here.”

Their lips meet, and it’s everything Seth’s been craving, sweet and rough and perfect and Dean finally home at last.

Dean bites at his lip as they part, and if Seth were any younger it would get him going again, but he’s too happy, too sated with just holding on to Dean to want anything else right now.

He can feel their cum drying on his skin, and they need to head out of the building sooner rather than later. They’ll need to talk about all of this at some point, though neither of them have ever been good at actually talking about their feelings. But they speak a language all their own, they always have, and it’s more than enough for Seth.

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Thank you so much for reading!! 💕

#ambrollins #dean ambrose #jon moxley #seth rollins #wwe fanfiction #my writing

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princess-of-the-corner · 6 months ago

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Next verse the same as the first, I've dabbled in two soulmate fic ideas, one for Wednesday & one for Miraculous Ladybug.

Wednesday: Its basically a deconstruction of the "Soulmate Marks automatically mean love and only mean romantic love.

Wednesday's therapists soulmate is a much older asexual woman who runs a curio shop, both share a love of some unique hobbies but are basically just very close friends. People tended to treat them like they were broken or wrong for not having a 'proper' soulmate.

Meanwhile Enid, Bianca & Wednesday are all soulmates.

Bianca being a cult escapee and very un-trusting regarding anything that influences her mind or self rejected Enid outright and keeps her as far away as possible.

Wednesday hates the concept of soulmates because her parents always framed them as romance and destiny while actually its more a case of vibes & temperament & core traits just happening to mesh so well it causes an instant spark that can mean anything. So she's lashing out at Enid & Bianca to prove a point that she controls her own destiny.

Meanwhile poor Enid's just like, "Man, I really wish we could all have just been there for one another during hard parts of our lives and maybe get along..." (Sees Bianca & Wednesday trying to stab each other with swords) "... But I guess that was asking too much."

To note, Enid doesn't take Wednesday's crap longer than 1 day, basically a grace period, Wednesday was not ready to get suplexed the next morning when she tried to boss Enid around.

Also a lot of marriages that are really bad ideas happen because of soulmate marks. Like its not an automatic happy ending, it just means your vibes can click on like, core temperament and need levels, it does not consider like, sexual attraction or political beliefs or anything that might influence people to not get along. & much of society refuses to acknowledge that.

2: Akuma Forged Soulmates

When Kim confesses to Chloe he frames it as a soulmates thing, causes her to dismissively note that her soulmate would obviously be someone high class and exceptional, who'd be just like her.

Rejected, Kim forms into Soul-Forger, someone who can forge empathic and psychic bonds between. But the bonds are designed in a sort of monkey's paw way where the person shot will connect to someone who fits their 'selfish' desires, but will fucking hate them causing conflict.

In this case, Chloe gets shot and links with Kagami who is still in Japan at this point and very confused why she suddenly feels like she's running down a Parisian street.

Because Kagami is also touched by the connection, the Miracle Cure doesn't actually cure her & the connection reforms later.

Suffice to say both struggle with this.

Kagami usually keeps her emotions on the other side of a glass case, pulling the one's out she needs when she needs them. (Until the case breaks) But Chloe is just feeling so much all the time & Kagami can't filter it.

Meanwhile Chloe is intensely defensive and paranoid so the fact she can't understand Kagami's thoughts (They are in Japanese) but Kagami can understand hers and that her emotions are being broadcast freaks her out.

They almost Akumatize over this alone.

Though they do manage to work around it a bit, both are nothing if not stubborn. Though I imagine it might be because of Kagami getting chewed out by her mother for fucking up in their spar (Due to Chloe's influence) causing her to feel heartbroken and causing all of Chloe's mom feels to start spilling out.

Cue another near Akumatization, but they end up being there for each other. Cos yeah, while both are proud, aggressive, competitive, people with powerful personalities who could grind each other down in the wrong circmumstances (IE the part of the bond that was meant to make it suck) They are also both surprisinfly fragile in key ways and have similar enough issues and world views that the unfiltered view can make bonding easier.

Plus they are both people who go from like 1 to 100 like that (Clicks fingers) So by week three they are basically already in lover XD also Chloe starts studying Japanese & Kagami's taking fashion advice. Kagami's generally being a good influence on Chloe and Chloe is now Kagami's biggest advocate, she will stand by her not as of yet cancelled wife.

The bond likely gets broken at some point, or maybe not. I imagine there's a big dramatic scene during Darkblade where Chloe ends up getting injured or 'killed' covering for the students (& her dad who does not care enough) and is seemingly rather upset when Miracle Cured. & Despite maybe winning the class president vote seems kind of down.

Then Kagami bursts through the fucking door and is gleefully pounced on by Chloe, cue kiss & literally everyone else having zero fucking clue what's going on. Including Tomoe who doesn't yet realize her private jet was 'borrowed' for this little flight of passion.

ohohohoho

Beautifully chaotic.

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thedinanshiral · 7 months ago

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After the reveal

Cinematic trailer and gameplay reveal already out of the way, now we wait. What's a few months after ten long, painful years? Sure, i can wait some more, and now i'll do it more gladly than ever.

There's not much i could add to what everyone is talking about, so this will be a post of personal impressions.

Cinematic trailer: while i admit i was not liking it much at first, and yes i did compare it to Fortnite, i immediately went to watch DAI's cinematic trailer because i remembered it looked kinda funny too. And then i remembered DAO's awful, truly awful trailers and i felt my worries washed away by the waves of "It'll be ok" Beach. Cinematic trailers should be taken as what they are, a basic look into the game, not its final version -unless it's stated as such in the trailer itself-. I saw people not liking the characters' presentation cards but i think they were ok, as we have new factions and all. That's all it was, a quick look at new companions and locations. But as always some people went rabid over it like an undertaker eager to put six-feet worth of dirt on your face. As they've been doing for the past decade and even before that, for which i have a Zero Tolerance Policy. As for the music, while i do like Bowie i'm not a fan of that version of Heroes, and in my heart nothing beats DAI's Into the darkness as a trailer song but after the dust settled that's really my only real complaint.

Gameplay reveal: I'm glad it put most people at ease. I'm sad Varric couldn't succeed in convincing his old friend and that in the moment Solas decided destroying Bianca was the way to make him stop trying for good, that he was cruel intentionally to that end. I'm not sure how combat will feel like but i'll get used to it. I'm certainly not a fan of having to pause every two frames and i did enjoy combat in Mass Effect Andromeda so having only two companions tag along isn't exactly a new thing either. I'm a bit confused about the commands wheel screen, and how it works exactly. Location and ambience-wise i loved it all, i know they had to cut it short for the video but i hope we get a bit more freedom to explore the area. It's one thing to cut the scale down from The Hinterlands but i'd hate it for these new locales to feel like a shoebox. I'm curious to see if the tone indicators in the dialogue wheel will be like in DAI or more like in DA2, and i hope it's the latter because i need a Purple protagonist in my life again.

I rather wait until we know more, ideally until i get to play it myself, before i start weaving words about what was peaking through the rip in the Veil, about the ritual and all that sweet, sweet lore intoxication i'm gonna be getting.

What's coming: BW were kind enough to give us a bit of a schedule

Now armed with past experiences and my intuition, i'd like to explore possibilities. I've always thought the release date should be in November. It marks the 10th anniversary of Dragon Age Inquisition, and the 15th annoversary of Dragon Age Origins. On top of that, it's the year of the Dragon, and November is close enough to the holidays to bank on that as well. So i'm considering the possibility that after June 18th they give us a some days to process everything so far, and there's also the character creator reveal as well. And then by July i think they could start showing us a bit more with character trailers. With seven companions plus Rook i'd say one trailer per week is enough to make it to mid September. I Imagine a basic presentation of Rook in some of their variants, to reintroduce those origins people missed so much, the new factions, etc, could take over July and then the companions over August and September. Maybe we could get more official art or short stories sprinkled here and there too. After that i'd say a pre-order and release date would be great, giving everyone a month or so to get ready for a glorious November release right on time for my birthday.

Anyway that's all in my head, for now we have nothing beyond June 18th. I'm mostly waiting for a pre-order, of course a release date, and whether or not there'll be a Collector's edition or anythin like it so i can work my magic to get one.

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #veilguard #dav #trailer #gameplay #personal opinion

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gardenoblues · 2 years ago

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Wednesday characters playing Among Us

Eugene, calls for emergency meeting: So uh, guys I found Rowan's body in the Storage room. Wednesday: Is there anyone else with you when you found Rowan? Eugene: Oh, I saw red and green near the body! Enid: So that's Tyler and Xavier. Wednesday: Interesting... Tyler: Just so everyone knows, when I got there Xavier was already standing near the body. Xavier: Liar! I literally saw you get out from a vent and kill Rowan! Tyler: I'm not lying guys, I swear. Don't bring personal issues in the game Thorpe. Xavier: OH REALLY? Bianca: You're still hung up on that mural Xavier? Wasn't that like a year ago already? Tyler: Right? plus don't you guys think he's been acting weird since we started the game? He keeps talking about catching the imposter when he's really the one!

Xavier: I was just saying that because I had a bad feeling it was YOU! Tyler: SUS. Enid: Yeah, Xavier dude I'm with Tyler in this one. Wednesday: I agree, plus Tyler was always with me doing tasks. Xavier: I WARNED YOU EARLIER NOT TO STICK WITH HIM SINCE HE'S SUS. Wednesday: Hm, then how come I'm still alive? Xavier: GEE, I DUNNO LET'S SEE. OH, BECAUSE HE LIKES YOU AND SAVING YOU FOR HIS LAST KILL? Bianca, silently agreeing: Still, that doesn't have anything to do with this. Xavier: WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT DOESN'T?! IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH- Tyler: You're getting too emotional dude. Calm down. Eugene: There's not enough time guys, we should vote the imposter now. Xavier: GUYS, PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! I SWEAR I'M NOT THE IMPOSTER- Everyone: *votes for Xavier Xavier was not the Imposter. 1 Imposter remains. Tyler: Enid: Eugene: Bianca: Wednesday: Wednesday: This is a waste of time, I'm going to work on my novel now. ______________________________________________________________ *After the game* Bianca: I knew Xavier wasn't the imposter. I just wanted to eject him. I've actually been trying to when I saw Yoko kill Ajax and called for an emergency meeting. I'm a bad bitch but never a snitch, so it's only right to vote someone else right? And that's obviously Xavier. <<< Enid: This game is actually confusing for me, since everyone was playing it, I had no choice but to join. Doing tasks was fun though, I think I've done more task in this game than in real life, my room is so messy right now, Wednesday will be mad at me. It's not my fault she's allergic to life and colors, that's just who I am. <<< Eugene: I would've never voted Xavier, but he was acting so sus. Now, I feel bad since he wasn't the imposter. I thought it was Bianca since I played with her before and she was a very sly imposter, I got chills when she killed me one time. <<< Kent: I just called a meeting because I missed them. Then Yoko killed me in front of everybody. They're all monsters. <<< Yoko: Killing is fun, I get Tyler. Ajax liked doing tasks alone so I got to him first. I accidentally pushed the wrong button and killed Kent in front of everybody. Shame I couldn't kill all of them. <<< Ajax: I am nothing but a good crewmate trying to save the game, then I SUDDENLY TURNED INTO A GHOST. WHY PEOPLE? <<< Rowan: I thought it was Wednesday. She's been tailing me when the game started, then all of a sudden that Galpin guy showed up and killed me. Damn that guy. <<< Tyler: I didn't mean to kill them, but it was just so fun I couldn't stop. And I get to spend time with Wednesday so it's a win-win situation. <<< Wednesday: I knew Tyler was the imposter. I got a vision when he entered the ship. I was just waiting for him try and dare to kill me. But 3 crewmates have been eliminated, and there I was still alive. It was amusing watching him squabble with Xavier and get him to be ejected though. <<< Xavier: THOSE SONS OF BITCHES. I WILL NEVER PLAY WITH THEM AGAIN, SPECIALLY THAT GALPIN. (poor Xavier tho. its so fun to see him freak out and defend himself >< anyways hope you enjoyed this brainrot of mine. I think there would be more of this shenanigans. probably. and fyi I actually don't know much about Among Us, I only played it once or twice and I was both imposter, (hate being imposter) my whole body temperature was high, and my hands were trembling, i don't know how Tyler do it fr. lol)

#wednesday series #tyler galpin #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe #wyler #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #ajax petropolus #eugene otinger #rowan laslow #yoko tanaka #kent wednesday #among us

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queen-of-writing-bad-things · 11 months ago

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2

Episode 3: One Henry, Three Girls: Part 2

~Henry's house~

"YOU SMASHED MY REPLACEMENT GLASS HAT!" Piper screamed at her brother, her sledgehammer gripped tightly in her small hands. But Henry didn't care about her glass hat, not in the least, he had a much bigger problem standing in his doorway. Chloe, his first love, was back from her tv show.

"Yeah...why don't I hang onto this until you calm down?" Charlotte quickly took the heavy weapon from Piper, worried that the little girl might do something rash.

"Chloe, I thought you were still in the woods doing your tv show," Henry told the pretty girl, his mouth wide open like a goldfish.

"Eh. We just wrapped filming season one last week." Chloe smiled, and it was then that Piper recognised who she was.

"Whoa, hold on. You're the Chloe from the tv show, Kids in The Woods?" She asked, annoying Henry since she had butted in.

"Yeah, she is, but..." Henry tried to keep his little sister under control, but he forgot about his loose-lipped best friend.

"And she's Henry's ex-girlfriend," Jasper added, causing his friend's heart to plummet to his stomach. Why did he have to bring that up?

"Alright! Let's not talk about who dated who." He said nervously, giving Chloe a nervous smile.

"Chloe, stay there and don't move. I gotta go get my hood camera." Piper ordered the girl. She couldn't wait to brag online that she had a celebrity in her house.

"No, Piper, don't go get your...I can't control her." Henry sighed. Things were unravelling faster than he could manage.

"You know, Bianca's gonna be here any second." Charlotte reminded him, which didn't help his anxiety.

"I know. Shhhhh." Henry quietened her down, not wanting his ex to hear him talk about another girl.

"Fine, I'll just sit back and wait for the fun," Charlotte smirked, more than happy to just watch everything go up in flames if he wasn't going to follow her advice.

"So...Uh...oh." Henry tried to think of something to say to Chloe, but the girl just invited herself into his house and sat down with his friends on the couch.

"Wow, what are the flowers and candles for?" She smiled at Henry. How was he supposed to explain that they were for another girl who was probably minutes away from walking through the door?

"Uhhhh, I..." He hesitated, but he was interrupted by a knocking at the door.

"Uh, hello?" Bianca asked tentatively, wondering why the door was wide open. Oh god, this was Henry's worst nightmare.

"And here comes the fun..." Charlotte smiled as she poured herself a drink. This was the kind of drama you only saw on TV.

"Bianca!" Henry smiled at the new girl, but she just sighed at him. This whole thing was very last minute for her.

"Why'd you ask me to come here?" She asked him in a tired voice.

"Uh, well, you see, I didn't know that..." He started, but Bianca frowned when she saw the new girl on the couch.

"Chloe?" She looked confused.

"Hey, Bianca." Henry's other ex smiled.

"I didn't know you were back in town?" Bianca smiled back at her old friend. Well, at least they weren't fighting or anything.

"Neither did Henry." Charlotte gestured to her friend with her cup in her hand, making the boy glance at her with a blank expression. She always knew how to stir the pot.

"I've got my good camera! Chloe, fix your makeup." Piper yelled, dashing down the stairs so she could film Chloe as quickly as possible and get the video online.

"Uh, I'm not wearing makeup." Chloe frowned, but Piper just gave her an irritated look.

"Yeah, that's my point." She told her, offending the tv star. Bianca felt a little awkward to be in the situation, thinking that everyone was busy.

"Uh, did I come at a bad time?" She asked nervously, her nerves fuelling Henry's.

"No. No, nothing's bad. Bianca, let's go outside." Henry reassured her, grabbing her wrist so they could find some peace on the porch.

"Why?" She asked, puzzled as to why Henry wanted to leave his friends.

"So I can show you my porch." He retorted, quickly leading her outside before she could ask any more questions or before anything else could go wrong.

"So, you're back together with Chloe?" Bianca asked her ex-boyfriend once they had shut the door. Having seen his old crush in his living room drove her to one conclusion, that he had gone back to her.

"No! No. No." He denied it strongly, but Bianca still wasn't happy with what was going on.

"Oh, so you had no idea she was coming here and she just showed up?" She accused him, believing that he was lying to protect Chloe.

"That's exactly what happened." He told her truthfully.

"Henry..." she rolled her eyes with a sigh, she could really do without all of this drama. He took hold of her hands and made her look at him, wanting to come across as sincere as he felt.

"Listen, I asked you here tonight, 'cause I've been thinking." He started, giving her a genuine smile. However, the romantic atmosphere that he was trying to create was spoiled when the door opened and Jasper, (of course, it would be him), stepped out onto the porch with them.

"Hey, Hen." He greeted his friend, not seeing that he was breaking up a tender moment.

"What?" He replied in an annoyed voice.

"Chloe didn't bring any makeup, so Piper wants to know if Bianca has any that she can borrow." He explained, really irritating Henry. He wished that people would stop mentioning his ex.

"Dude..." He groaned, but Bianca was too nice to be rude to the boy, even if he did interrupt Henry.

"Sure, it's in my purse. Just give it to her." She sighed, taking her bag from her shoulder and giving it to Jasper. He ran back inside the house, leaving the couple alone again. Okay, time to be tender.

"Okay. I've been thinking...about you...and me." He took her hands again, but the moment was ruined again, as Jasper came back. At this rate, Henry would never tell Bianca that he still loved her.

"Chloe's cold." He told them, following Piper's every demand to make sure her star was comfortable.

"So?" Henry asked, not seeing what he and Bianca were supposed to do about that.

"Well, I see that Bianca's wearing a jacket..." He said sheepishly, causing the brunette to rip her denim jacket from her body.

"Oh, here." She said and threw the jacket at Jasper, hating that she had to help out the girl Henry used to date.

"Thanks, B!" Jasper smiled, running back inside. Hopefully, this time he'd stay there.

"Better talk fast before he comes back," Bianca told Henry, feeling as irritated as he did at the constant interruptions.

"Okay, I was wrong to tell you that I didn't want to be boyfriend and girlfriend and I'm sorry and I really like you. And also, I'd be really happy if you'd be my date to The Meat Ball." Henry rambled, getting out everything he wanted to say just before Jasper opened the door. Again.

"Jacket fits her perfectly." He told them as Bianca blushed and grinned at the sweet things Henry had said to her. Sure, they were a little rushed, but they were lovely nonetheless.

"Get off my porch!!" He snapped, just wanting to be alone with his crush.

"You really wanna take me to The Meat Ball?" Bianca smiled at him once they were alone, a dusty pink settling on her cheeks, which gave her a beautiful glow.

"Yeah," Henry confirmed, knowing that there was no one else for him.

"And so, does that mean you want us to be, like...a thing?" She said nervously, feeling like there were a million butterflies in her tummy.

"I'll be your thing if you'll be my thing," Henry smirked at her suggestively.

"Well then, shall we make it official?" Bianca asked.

"Maybe we should." The boy agreed.

"Okay, let's update our relationship status!" She squealed, taking out her phone with Henry. And people say romance is dead.

~The next day, in the Man Cave~

Ray had organised one of his training sessions for him and Henry, thinking that it was about time that they brushed up on their superhero skills. That and he really needed to let off some steam after the heated moment between him and (y/n) yesterday. God, things had been tense. Neither of them knew what to say or what to do, so they just awkwardly avoided each other until the afternoon when Henry and Charlotte came over for work. The kid's presence always brought them together and (y/n) that she just had to overcome her awkwardness and do her job.

She had wheeled out a large purple spiky ball thing and its control panel into the Man Cave's main room. It was some device that Schwoz had invented years ago so Ray and now Henry could practice dodging enemy fire. The controls were very sensitive, so she was taking her time to show Charlotte how to use it properly as she operated it for the heroes. The ball thing lifted into the air as she pressed some buttons and Ray and Henry prepared to get shot at.

They had changed into some sports wearing, including a red tank top that exposed every inch of Ray's biceps. He really wasn't making this easy for her, it was almost like he wanted her to jump his bones.

"Begin." He instructed her, taking up a fighting stance so he used the deflector plates on his hands to block the laser beams. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but all he could think about was how ravishing she looked last night. The way she looked up at him with her doe eyes, the way her open shirt had fallen just so he could get the slightest peek of her cleavage...no, no, no. Focus, no filth, or else he'd never be able to leave his bedroom.

"Okay, watch what I do." She told Charlotte, smirking as she used the joystick in her land hand to aim and fire two purple lasers at Ray, which he easily dodge being a seasoned fighter. He and Henry made use of the open room to jump across the furniture as they avoided getting burnt.

"So, I noticed that Kid Danger was trending all over the internet." Ray sparked up a conversation as he deflected the lasers. His flexing muscles made the activity a challenge for (y/n) as well as him.

"Yeah, you know my kinda ex-girlfriend, Chloe?" Henry said, rolling across the floor as (y/n) flicked several shots at him. Just because they were friends didn't mean she was going to make it easy. After all, the criminals were going to play nice.

"The one that's on Kids in The Woods now?" Ray asked as he fell to his knees to dodge a blast.

"Yeah, she wants me...well, she wants Kid Danger to take her to The Meat Ball, so she can get publicity for her show...ahhhhh!" Henry explained and he tried to climb over the couch but (y/n) was too quick for him and as per Charlotte's request, she shot him in the butt. The girls laughed as he fell on the sofa, his hands clutching the affected area.

"So, you gonna take her?" Ray asked, dashing across the room to the tube area, his amazing feat of agility impressing (y/n), which was kinda his intention. He always wanted her admiration.

"No, I can't...ow!" Henry was hit again, this time on the hip as he slid toward the elevator doors.

"'Cause, I'm taking Bianca as me." He panted, ignoring the way Charlotte laughed at him.

"Ugh, why not take both girls?" Ray asked, causing (y/n) to shoot him in the chest. That was a dumb suggestion.

"Or how about don't take both of them?" She piped up, smirking as he rubbed his pec. Sometimes he needed a little nudge to stop him from being an ass.

"'Cause, there's only one me," Henry grunted from the effort of rolling across the floor, this time actually blocking the lasers that were fired at him.

"Not exactly. There's two of ya, there's Henry, ow!" Ray explained, leaping over the couch only to be hit by the girls again. He gave his best friend an eye roll as she and Charlotte giggled, before getting back on his feet.

"And there's Kid Danger." He finished.

"So you're saying that I should take Bianca as myself and Chloe as Kid Danger?" Henry asked, mulling over the suggestion, which caused the girls to frown. Why did they always think these ideas were good?

"Exactly," Ray told him, jumping off the couch.

"That does it," Charlotte growled, nudging (y/n) so she'd give them what for.

"I agree." She smiled at Charlotte briefly, then turned to Ray and Henry with a scowl and rapidly fired hundreds of lasers at them.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" They both yelled, falling to the floor as the females taught them a lesson.

"Dang!" Ray looked at his best friend with an annoyed face once she had let go of the controls. Well, it was safe to say that she had taught everything she needed to know about using the laser ball thing.

"What is the matter with you two?" Henry glared at them as he and Ray got back on their feet. Did they deserve to be repeatedly zapped with loads of stinging lasers?

"Henry is not gonna take two girls to the same party," Charlotte told them, knowing that their plan was ludicrous.

"Yeah, it's literally the worst idea you two have ever come up with, and you've had some shockers." (y/n) added, wanting to make it clear that she was also strongly against this.

"But he can, 'cause—" Ray tried to argue with his friend, but she was going to let this go so easily.

"No! I've seen this happen in hundreds of those cheesy romcoms I watch and it always goes tits up." She told them, her and Charlotte folding their arms because they knew they were right.

"That's just in your crappy romcoms. You've made me watch loads of them and I know that this is very different." Ray replied, patting her cheek softly as he teased her. He'd never admit it, but he loved those movies because it meant that he was cuddled up with her on the couch and making her happy. And that was his most favourite thing in the world.

"So, what should I do?" Henry turned to his boss for help, even though the girls were giving him perfectly sound advice.

"You start off the party taking Chloe as Kid Danger." Ray started, smirking as he explained his plan.

"Okay..." Henry nodded along in understanding.

"Don't do it." Charlotte shook her head as the woman next to her rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"People take a bunch of pics, post 'em online and she gets the publicity that she wants," Ray explained further.

"Right." Henry smiled. This was shaping up pretty good in his mind.

"Wrong..." (y/n) said at the same time, but the guys were too happy with their idea.

"And then, after a few minutes, I'll call you up as Captain Man and make up some big emergency that I need your help with." He grinned, thinking he was being an absolute genius.

"Please, god no, just no." (y/n) and Charlotte pleaded with them, hoping that they listen to the voices on reason in the room.

"And then I leave, change back into my normal self," Henry added to the plan eagerly.

"Yep." Ray smiled.

"No," Charlotte stressed, but it was futile.

"And I spend the rest of The Meat Ball with Bianca." The boy finished, he and his boss were overjoyed at how smart they were being.

"It's perfect!" Ray grinned at (y/n)m who just shook her head with serious eyes.

"I'm gonna do it," Henry told everyone.

"I'm liking it," Ray replied, glad that someone was listening to him for once.

"I'm going home." Charlotte sighed. If they weren't going to follow what she said then there was no point in staying there to help. Henry and Ray clapped each other on the back as (y/n) groaned.

"And I'm going to put my pyjamas on and watch a rom-com and you're gonna watch it with me, doofus." The young woman pointed a finger at Ray and walked off to get changed. He tried to act as though he was annoyed, but inside, he was ecstatic. An evening spent snuggled with her on the sofa sounded perfect.

~The Meat Ball~

The party was going great, people were dancing, chatting, eating, drinking and having a blast. Charlotte was all dressed up, so was Bianca, who was desperately looking for Henry. She had even asked Jasper if he had seen his best friend, but all she got was the boy shoving his lamb in her face.

"Attention! Attention, everyone! So, we have a couple of very special guests tonight. One is Chloe Hartman from the cast of Kid in The Woods and even more exciting, we have Swellview's favourite young man, Kid Danger!" The ball's organiser grabbed everyone's attention and introduced the evening's stars. The crowd erupted into cheers as the two celebrities walked through the door, hand in hand. Well, if this didn't get Chloe publicity then nothing would.

As per his plan, Henry's phone began to ring in his pocket just as the applause died down.

"Ah, I wonder why my phone is ringing. Excuse me." He told Chloe, acting as though he had no idea what was going on.

"Sure." Chloe smiled at him, knowing that Kid Danger was a very busy person.

"Hello?" Henry answered the call, just loud enough for his date to hear what was happening.

"Hey, Kid Danger. Your pal, Captain Man, here, calling to tell you that we have a fake emergency. Ner nah, ner nah." Ray yelled into the phone, his silly voice and joking around making (y/n) laugh. They were on the couch together, a romcom paused on the tv so Ray could make his fake call to Henry. They had blankets, popcorn, ice cream and two mugs of cocoa each, and the feeling of (y/n) snuggling her head into his lap so she could lay down made Ray's heart melt. He had perfect access to her luscious hair, so he could play with it, braid it or simply wonder at its softness. It was his little slice of heaven.

"Captain Man, Kid Danger here, I assume all is well," Henry said his boss's name loudly, making the crowd gasp in excitement. The Captain Man was speaking to him!

"Nope. There's a big emergency at the bladdyberghagerrrr!" Ray and (y/n) yelled into the phone, giggling like teenagers for how silly they were being.

"Uh-oh, what's the emergency?" The boy asked, ignoring how their shouting caused his ear to ache.

"Ughnagnugnag. Oh, my pants are wet, a dog vomited on (y/n)'s shoe, blshhhhhh!" The man ranted into the phone, going the extra mile to act stupid because of how it made (y/n) scream in laughter. Oh, how he loved to see her smile.

"Alright, I'll get there as fast as I can." Henry tried to act disappointed, his good acting convincing the crowd that he had to leave.

"Ooogoooba, poopynoopydoopyjoopy!" Ray chuckled and ended the call, his eyes crinkling in the corners. Seeing him smiling down at her made (y/n)'s heart soar; she adored his goofy personality and she loved him.

"What's wrong?" Chloe asked Henry in a sad voice.

"I'm so sorry, but there's an emergency and Captain Man needs me, so I gotta leave," Henry told the crowd, but the police commissioner walked up to the teen superhero and put his arm around his shoulder. Uh-oh...

"No, you don't! As the Police Chief of Swellview and one of your chaperones here at the Meat Ball, I say you deserve to stay right here and party with us all night!" The large officer spoke to Henry cheerfully and the surrounding people burst into applause. Charlotte smirked at his announcement; this was exactly what she and (y/n) were talking about.

"That's really nice, but...but, Captain Man needs me." Henry tried to get the man to back off, but he was insistent.

"And that's why I'm sending every police officer in Swellview to assist him right now. And that means he can stay." The Police Chief started the crowd chanting, making Henry feel very nervous. What was he supposed to do now? And how would Ray react when his not-a-date movie night with (y/n) was interrupted by loads of police officers calling him up?

"Yay! You can stay here with me!" Chloe smiled and hugged Kid Danger's arm, causing him to look at her nervously.

"Yaaaaaay." He said slowly, looking over to a dejected-looking Bianca, who was routinely checking her watch. Charlotte folded her arms and smiled sarcastically at her friend. She knew this would happen.

~After the party gets going again~

Henry needed help and he needed it fast. There was only one person in the room who could help him and she was currently sat at a table with some of her acquaintances.

"Hello, miss. I need to talk to you." He told Charlotte, butting into her conversation since his situation was dire.

"Hold on. David's telling me a really funny story about the time he got stuck on a Ferris wheel. Go ahead, David." Charlotte smiled at her friend, but Henry was too desperate. Using his whiz watch, he fired two lasers at the boy and girl at the table, knocking them unconscious. Charlotte looked at him in horror, but he ignored her and shoved the girl off her seat so he could sit down.

"I have a big problem." He started, but Charlotte had no sympathy for him. He had been fully warned about what could happen.

"(y/n) and I told you. If you tried to bring two girls to the Meat Ball, something was gonna go wrong." She reiterated her point from earlier.

"Something went wrong." Henry sighed, he hated it when she was right.

"Duhhhhh." Charlotte scolded him.

"This is not a time to "duhhhh" at me." He told her, needing some advice asap.

"Where's Chloe now?" The girl asked him.

"Uhhh, Jasper took her over there to bob for meatballs." The kid replied, even though the game looked super dangerous. The water was boiling and the school's handyman looked extremely bored. But, Jasper, being Jasper, was trying to get Chloe a stuffed cow toy so he could impress her.

"Come on, Bianca's over there looking where Henry is and she's probably starting to hate me. So will you please tell me what to do?" Henry begged Charlotte as Jasper dunked his entire face into the hot water. Ouch.

"Well, if I remember (y/n)'s crappy romcoms correctly, you should give Chloe some excuse, then leave for a minute, then change back into your Henry self and find Bianca, then just keep switching back and forth between Henry and Kid Danger for the rest of the party." She explained as her friend listened intently.

"And that'll work?" He asked her in an elevated tone. He could always trust Charlotte to tell him what to do.

"No." Or maybe not.

"W-why not?" He asked her as his smile fell.

"Because it's never worked in any of the romcoms that (y/n) makes Ray and I watch. And trust me, she's made me watch loads." She told him, which made the blond boy sulk.

"Okay...you need to get her to watch better movies." He told her in a whiny voice, but the conversation shifted as Bianca came over to talk to Charlotte.

"Hey, Charlotte. Do you have any idea where Henry is? He's over an hour late." The brunette sighed to the other girl, checking her watch as Henry sat there awkwardly. He needed to act fast.

"No, sorry, but uh, maybe Kid Danger should go search the school and see if he can find him" Charlotte gave her a sympathetic look and looked at Henry with raised eyebrows as she made the suggestion.

"Yes, I should. I'll go see if I can find this Henry guy for you." The teen smirked at Bianca, walking away from the table, but Bianca stopped him as she realised an important point.

"But you don't know what he looks like!" She called after him.

"That is true." He nodded at her, knowing he couldn't lie his way out of this one.

"I'll go with you." She offered, shocking Henry to his core. That would be an absolute disaster.

"No! I-I-I mean, you can't, 'cause I---" He froze, stuttering to find an excuse.

"Hey, guys, what goes on?" Chloe came over to them, smiling at all of her old friends.

"Henry is missing, so Kid Danger and I are gonna go look for him," Bianca told the smaller girl, making Henry grimace. This was getting worse by the second.

"I'll go with you guys." Chloe offered, not realising that she was making the situation worse.

"No! Uh, I mean, thank you..." Henry groaned, looking at Charlotte as he rested his clenched fists on the table.

"We said don't do it." She reminded him. Now, he had to reap what he had sown.

~A few moments later~

"HENRY!" How did Henry end up in this situation? He was walking through the school's halls, shouting his name with two pretty girls trailing behind him.

"HENRY, ARE YOU HERE?" He continue shouting as they moved past the lockers. He had no clue how he was going to split from them so he could transform into his civilian identity.

"Well, he doesn't seem to be here, so why don't you two give up and walk away?" Well, that was one way to do it.

"I'll try calling him again," Bianca said, scrolling through her contacts for her boyfriend's number.

"No!" Henry quickly stopped her, not wanting his phone to ring in his pocket and give away his secret.

"'Cause...OH MY GOD!" He reacted in fake shock, an idea coming to his head. The girls whipped around only to see absolutely nothing.

"Why'd you just scream?!" Bianca demanded, wanting to know what was happening.

"Quick, into the closet!" Henry ordered them, shoving the girls and himself into a closet around the corner, despite their protests. With them safely inside, he ran back out and used his laser control to melt the lock.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Let us out!" Both girls shouted from behind the jammed door, slamming their fists against the wood.

"Uh, I can't...'cause there's a very bad guy out here." He lied, making everything up as he went along.

"Who?" Chloe asked, trying to listen out for any bad guys.

"Uh, listen, Kid Danger, you're done!" Henry said in a deep, 'villain' voice.

"I'm not done! You're done! Ooooh! Arghhhh!" He started to act out a fight with a trash can, trying to make it sounded like he was in a fierce battle with an enemy. They seemed to believe it as both girls began to scream with each hit against the wall.

"DIE. YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT. NO...I...WON'T." He slammed the trash can down with each word.

"Kid Danger, are you okay?" Chloe asked from behind the door. Not knowing what to say, Henry acted instinctively and ran away, leaving the confused girls in the closet. Meanwhile, back in the party, Jasper was currently crying next to the meatball-bobbing minigame, his face bright red with blisters. Poor guy.

Henry ran back in, just as Charlotte was about to hear what happened to David on the Ferris wheel. He shot them both again with his laser set to stun, making their foreheads hit the table as they fell asleep again.

"Is that really necessary?" Charlotte asked as he shoved the girl off her chair again.

"I did a bad thing," Henry confessed breathlessly.

"Aw, man. What now?" The dark-haired girl asked exasperatedly, not seeing how his night could get worse.

"I panicked, so I threw Chloe and Bianca into a closet and locked them inside." He told her, making Charlotte gawp at him in disbelief. He did what now?

"Are they alive?" She asked, hoping it was seriously bad.

"Yes!" Henry frowned at her. Did she really think he'd kill his girlfriend and his ex?

"I told them I was protecting them from some evil villain so I could buy some time," Henry explained, trying to go as quickly as possible since he knew he couldn't leave them in there forever.

"Well, did you take their cell phones away from them?" Charlotte asked, her brain being a lot bigger than his.

"No, why?" He questioned, looking dumbfounded.

"Because, if they think that, you, Kid Danger, are in a fight with some evil guy, what do you think they're gonna do?" She proposed to him, smirking as he thought over the question.

"Pray to the Lord?" He suggested, not seeing what she was getting at.

"No! They're gonna call Captain Man and Ray's gonna think that there's some real bad guy here, trying to hurt you. So, he'll leave (y/n) on the couch and come here to find that there's no bad guy and he'll whoop your butt for taking him away from his girlfriend." She sassed him, making the boy pale. Ray would kill him if he took him away from his time with (y/n) for nothing.

"I gotta go take their phones. Wait, I can't go get their phones." He stopped before he sprinted out of the hall.

"Why not?" Charlotte rolled her eyes.

"'Cause if they see me, they'll know I'm not fighting some bad guy." He told her, his plan souring in his mind.

"Okay, then go to the drama room, then find some disguise that makes you look like an evil bad guy, then, as the bad guy, go open the closet and take their phones." The girl instructed him as he nodded along in understanding. Well, that seemed simple enough.

"Then what?" He asked, wanting as much guidance as he could get. Charlotte crooked her finger towards herself, making Henry lean in close to her.

"Never ask me the question, "then what?", ever again." She told him in a low voice, feeling fed up, with giving him endless amounts of help.

"Understood." He got the message, all he needed to do now was make the plan work.

~ Sometime later~

After dashing to the drama room, Henry had grabbed whatever costume items had fit him, so he a rather mismatched disguise of a pirate hat, a blonde wig, a white marching band jacket, red and black stripey pants, a red cap and a Halloween mask. Well, at least it hid his identity well.

He dashed around the corner to the closet and thumped on the door, shouting in a manly voice.

"UGH, GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR!!" He snapped to the girls in his macho tone, zapping the lock again with his laser, which made the girls scream. Yanking the door open, both Bianca and Chloe screamed in terror as they saw him.

"Give me your phones, or I will destroy you!" He ordered them, trying to snatch their phones from their hands, but the girls weren't going to give up so easily. They struggled against him, trying to keep their phones, but a new voice interrupted them.

"Or maybe we'll destroy you..." The deep voice said as Captain Man stood there with an angry face. He had another 'superhero' with him, who Henry could easily guess was (y/n). It seemed like she had dug out her emergency super suit that she had made, stating that she'd only wear it in real emergencies when Ray needed her help. It's not like she could take on a couple of bad guys in a Halloween costume.

It was a red and blue dress, complete with matching boots, belt and mask. Henry remembered how she had spent days making the bulletproof material with Schwoz and then sewing it into her size and boy, did Ray blush when she wore it. It flaunted and accentuated her hips, but also left room for her to run freely, which made her best friend melt into a puddle as he supervised her self-defence training.

Obviously, he wouldn't let her take on most criminals, but he had to admit that it was nice to have some extra back up and he couldn't help but love the way her ass looked in the short, red skirt.

"Oh, geez." Henry whimpered, he couldn't take on Ray and (y/n). Firstly, they were his friends and he didn't want to fight them and secondly, Ray could pack a pretty mean punch and so could (y/n) after she had gone through some training with him. Not only had she learnt how to knock a guy out, but she had also spent the afternoon with his hands on her waist and his mouth next to her ear. It was a small bonus.

"Captain Man!"

"Thank God!" The girls exclaimed, relieved that their salvation had come.

"Who's that?" Chloe asked, not recognising the new superhero next to him.

"I'm Miss Danger. We don't know who you are, but if you're done terrorising these teenage girls..." (y/n) smiled at the teens briefly before glaring at Henry.

"We're gonna rip you apart." Ray finished, his baritone voice causing goosebumps to run up and down her spine. 'No, focus, silly girl.' She mentally slapped herself.

"Yeah!"

"Get him, Captain Man and Miss Danger!" Bianca and Chloe yelled, ready to see their attacker get beaten to a pulp.

"No need to get me, I give up." Henry backed away with his hands up.

"We're gonna beat you 'til your momma feels it!" Ray growled, seizing Henry by the elbows.

"But this is just a misunderstanding." Henry whimpered as Ray manhandled him.

"Then tell us where Kid Danger is, asshole!" (y/n) pinched his ear and screamed in his face, Ray's presence giving her the confidence to be aggressive.

"Uhhhh, that's kinda a long story." Henry stammered, but his answer wasn't good enough. Captain Man slammed him into the lockers, making the girls flinch, even though (y/n) was trying to stay tough. Ray raised a fist to punch him on the jaw, but Henry quickly gave up before he could hurt him.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm urinating." Henry lied, making his friends step back in disgust and let go of him. Ray and (y/n) looked nervously at the girls as their criminal ran away.

"Uh, you girls stay here," Ray told them.

"Everything's under control..." (y/n) reassured them, as they ran around the corner.

"All right you diseased piece of--" Ray stomped up to the masked boy, ready to beat his ass, but his words ran out as Henry pulled down his mask and revealed his identity to them.

"Henry? What are you doing?" Ray spluttered as he and (y/n) gasped in shock. The boy quickly shushed their shocked exclamations as they lowered their fists. What the hell was he thinking?

"Your stupid plan did not work!" Henry hissed at him, making (y/n) roll her eyes.

"No surprises there, you little shit." She clipped him around the ear, annoyed that she had to end her cuddle session with Ray prematurely for a false alarm. She thought Henry was in serious trouble, but it was just another calamity from a stupid idea.

"Really? You see, that surprises me, because--" Ray started, thinking that his plan was foolproof.

"Be quiet!" Henry told him as (y/n) put her hand over his mouth. She knew that the girls were only metres away.

"You gotta get me away from Bianca and Chloe, so I can get back here as Henry before Bianca hates me forever!" He pleaded with them, making them sigh, but they ultimately decided to help him out.

"Fine, just know that you owe us." (y/n) whispered in his ear as Ray took one of his arms and he put his mask back on. He shoved Henry around the corner again, Henry dramatically falling into the lockers like he had been punched.

"Ugh! I'm defeated! You've won!" He groaned as (y/n) gave him a weak kick on the leg and he slid to the ground.

"That's right!" Ray told him in his Captain Man voice, grabbing him by the sleeve and yanking him to his feet.

"Okay, girls, we're gonna take this piece of garbage outta here and...spank him until he tells us where Kid Danger is." (y/n) said, pointing a finger in Henry's face and acting as though he was about to get seriously spanked.

"Yeah, let's go." Henry submitted easily, letting the two superheroes lead him away with no fuss. Once they were outside, Henry quickly transformed into his normal button-down and skinny jeans.

"Thanks, guys." He smiled at Ray and (y/n) as they leaned against the Man Van. They looked at each other with a small chuckle. Tonight had been more eventful than they had expected it to be.

"Knock her dead, kid," Ray told him gently, putting an arm around (y/n). Henry smirked at the sight of them, but said nothing, he just walked through the school doors cooly. He could explain everything to Bianca with his boyish charm, no problem.

"He's cute. Annoying, but cute." (y/n) commented as she looked up at Ray through her mask.

"Yeah, that's Henry," Ray replied, climbing into the Man Van with her.

"Do you think Charlene and Brandon will get together?" She suddenly mentioned as she clipped in her seat belt and he revved the engine to life.

"What?" He looked at her like she was insane, having no idea who those people were.

"I knew it! You weren't watching the movie." She groaned and lightly punched his shoulder. She had seen the way his eyes always seemed to be somewhere else during the romcom, whilst she was teary-eyed when Charlene left Brandon in the pouring rain after he confessed his love for her.

"I got distracted..." He confessed, casually putting his hand on her knee as he drove. She didn't take any notice of the gesture since he always seemed to do it when they drove anywhere together.

"By what? Brandon was being all tender and cute and you weren't crying!" She looked at him with an amused face, not noticing how misty his eyes had grown.

"Oh, right. He told her he loved her." He remembered vaguely hearing what the characters were talking about.

"Yeah, best part of the movie. The boy tells the girl he loves her. Never happens in real life though." She frowned slightly, knowing that her own experience with love was abysmal. The movies always made things seem so perfect.

"I don't know, it's probably scary." Ray laughed nervously, thinking that she had just described his situation perfectly.

"Of course, it's scary. But that's what makes it good." She mumbled, gazing out the window as she looked at the couples and late-night party-goers stroll up and down Swellview's main street.

"Right." He left it there, her words leaving a lasting impression on him. He was terrified at the possibility of her saying no. He was an indestructible superhero but wasn't strong enough to bear losing her. Not even his superpower could stop his heart from breaking.

He was terrified of losing her, of her saying no and running away, not that she ever would. She always calmed his fears, because she was terrified of losing him too. In her mind, he was one step away from finding his dream girl and whisking her away with wedding bells in the background. How would she cope when he brought another girl home? She couldn't stay in the Man Cave. Where could she go if it wasn't with him?

He was afraid and she was too. They thought the person they were chasing was running the other way. Both of them were vulnerable and pining for their soulmate, but that was okay. After all, even superheroes are allowed to be scared.

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harmonyckrs · 7 months ago

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Act 3, Scene 1 of Twisted Veronaville: Some New Opponents Arrive

THE LAST PAGE

Tank: Ow...huh? Where am I?...Buck? Are you okay?

Buck: Yeah, I'm fine!...did we get kidnapped?

Tank: Last thing I remember was us walking home...

???: Hello, Tank...and Buck. We are the Knights of Order, and we brought you here for a very important mission.

Tank: Huh? What-

???: We need you to find and kidnap your brother Ripp, and bring him to us...he's being used by two criminals who are trying to mess with everyone's fates...and then we're going to need you to break up a couple and set up another in order to restore normalcy to Veronaville.

Tank: Fates?...Veronaville?...huh?

???: Just do what we say! You seem to be good at that, anyway.

Buck: Tank, I don't like-

Tank: Sure. I'll do it.

Buck: What?

Tank: If it gets us both out of here, then I might as well.

Hamza: Good day, (sir/ma'am)! I was wondering if you've seen a man with dark skin about this tall? Unkempt hair that's slightly over his eyes and probably wearing a colorful shirt with a silver necklace and little silver earrings?

Bianca: Don't think so, sorry. Is there a reason you're asking?

Cyd: Nope. Why?

Kent: What's it to you?

Hamza: He's my brother. I've been looking for him for...forever. Have you seen him? I have a photo, if you'd like.

Kent: (Wait, that's Aktu! He didn't tell me that he had a brother, though!). I've never seen that man in my life.

Bianca: Still haven't, but I'll let you know if I see anything!

Cyd: Oh, he looks a lot like my ex. Haven't seen him since I moved here from Strangetown, though...

Hamza: Okay, thanks! I've got to go now, but maybe we'll talk again later!

Little did the Knights of Order know, their actions had summoned a unwanted man into the town of Veronaville - one that would be a threat to both sides of the Terrestrial family.

General Buzz: I told that man that he couldn't take my eldest son, and what does he do?...I'll make him-

Pascal: Buzz?

General Buzz: ...Vidcund? How did you escape my-oh, my bad. Pascal! You look different.

Pascal: (What did he mean by escaping?) Yes...I wanted to try a new look. What are you doing here in Veronaville, General Buzz?

General Buzz: Rescuing my son.

Pascal: (Son and not "sons," huh? Still the same as always.) Would you like my help? I've been getting familiar with the area of Veronaville, and I can help you track him down with my knowledge.

General Buzz: Well, you've always been the most respectable out of your siblings...sure. Why not?

Pascal: (I'll have to cancel that meeting with Aktu and Sita. This is far more important...) Wonderful! I'll take you back to my place.

Pascal: So yes, that's everything I know. How are you enjoying the food? I tried to follow one of the recipes Lazlo gave me.

General Buzz: It's pretty good. A bit of a sour taste, though.

Pascal: (That would be the poison.) That's a shame. I'll be sure to put in less lemon next time.

Pascal: I'm glad you're enjoying the food regardless, though. I've never seen anyone eat that quickly.

General Buzz: Haven't eaten in about eight hours.

Pascal: (The exact amount of time you have left before the poison takes your life.) I see...do you feel anything?

General Buzz: Huh?...well, I do feel a bit tired, but that's probably from the trip here. Why do you ask?

Pascal: Well...sometime before I came here, I visited Loki in jail to confront him about killing my baby. And there was something very interesting he told me...

Pascal: He said you were the one who gave Tycho to him.

General Buzz: Yeah, and?...I thought we were supposed to be allies. If this is the only reason you came to talk, I'm going to leave.

General Buzz: ...Why can't I move?

Pascal: Don't worry about that, Buzz. Remember when you paid off the police to do nothing about you speeding on the road while drunk and hitting Nervous and Ophelia?

General Buzz: Yeah, so? I'm the General! I practically run that town!

Pascal: No, you don't! Nobody in Strangetown likes you! Your own children don't even like you! You're a failure and a disgrace, on top of being a murderer and child kidnapper!

General Buzz: At least I have a child.

Pascal: ...Hmph.

General Buzz: Why are you dragging me outside now?

Pascal: It's a nice night. Thought you'd want to see the view of the stars before I bury you alive.

General Buzz: Revenge isn't going to bring back Tycho and Nervous.

Pascal: You're right. So since there's nothing that can bring them back, there's nothing that can save you.

General Buzz: They're...going to find out it's you...

Pascal: I covered all my tracks. I deliberately came here earlier than the other Knights of Order so that everyone would assume I went missing, and you came here in search for Tank. For all anyone knows, you went missing in search of him.

General Buzz: But...Vidcund...

Pascal: He has an alibi. He's in Strangetown, and don't think I didn't hear you when you asked me how I "escaped." You have him captive, don't you? If he's still there, then there's no way he could've traveled eight hours to Veronaville just to kill a man.

General Buzz: ...

Pascal: Now, before I pour dirt on your face, tell me where you're holding him.

General Buzz: ...Fuck...you.

Pascal: Fine. Then tell Olive I say hi when you see her in Hell.

While General Buzz dies a slow and painful death six feet under, the patriarchs of the Capp and Monty were about to be alerted of their grandsons' actions.

Romeo: Nonno! Nonno! I just saw something horrible!

Patrizio: Ah, lemme guess...monster under the bed.

Romeo: No! I'm not a baby anymore, Nonno! Mercutio was kissing a...a...

Romeo: (He kept my secret for me...but I can't do this! Those Capps are evil! And he's going against the very own advice he gave me! This is for his own good!)

Romeo: A Capp! And Tybalt of all of them!

Patrizio: (HE'S GAY?) WHAT? No child living under my roof will be a...a...

Patrizio: A Capp lover!

Patrizio: Consort must be up to his old tricks again...

Consort: Tybalt, may I speak to you?

Tybalt: Yes, Grandfather?

Consort: Patrizio told me that Romeo told him that you were kissing Mercutio.

Tybalt: Why does it matter to you? Hermia gets to bring her boyfriend over, but I can't?

Consort: Hermia is a GIRL. And Puck isn't a MONTY. There is a difference, Tybalt, and I thought you of all people would know that. You already saw what happened with Kent.

Tybalt: ...

Consort: It's alright. I'll let you remain in the house, on one condition.

Tybalt: Which is?

Consort: Once you are to turn eighteen, I'll be setting you up in an arranged marriage.

THE NEXT DAY

#ts2 #veronaville #sims 2 gameplay #general buzz grunt #pascal curious #patrizio monty #consort capp #romeo monty #tybalt capp #tank grunt #buck grunt #kent capp #bianca monty #cyd roseland

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rainbowcarousels · 2 years ago

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Last Line Tag!

Tagged by @apoptoses

Rules: Share the last line of something you're working on or an art/project WIP

I've got 3 in different stages of completion so fuck it, have them all.

“This is your second time living there, isn’t it?”

“It’s been my favourite place to start again,” Armand smiled, and there it was again, the ghost of the past. If she concentrated, perhaps she could even see the mortal boy in front of her – and in a moment, she did! Pink and freckled and living, so much more than her mind could have conjured. “Is it more comfortable to see me that way?”

A trick, a conjuring – nothing more.

“I’ve seen you in many forms,” Bianca informed him, giving what she thought may be his presence in her mind a nudge. “I don’t need an illusion."

"Do you hear youself?"

Armand merely stopped his flurry, spinning around and crossing his eyes as if he just wanted to make sure Daniel knew he was being huffy. "If you have objections to this," he said, his voice draining into monotony in the way that always screamed this was dangerous territory. "You don't need to insult my mental constitution to voice them."

"That isn't what I meant," Daniel said. "But you just used 'logical', 'right' and 'Lestat' in the same breath. You can't blame me for checking you haven't taken a little vacation from the land of sanity."

It was fucking unfair. How did someone look so attractive while sniffing a cigarette like a dog, or some sort of strange alien who didn't know what you were supposed to do with the damn thing?

Then he licked it.

This is torture. Genesis had died on a battlefield somewhere and this was his eternal damnation.

"Don't bite it!" Genesis yanked it from Sephiroth's fingers. Hopefully the huff of his tone was masking the way he was blushing. "You don't eat them, you ridiculous creature, what is the matter with you?"

Tag @birdblacksocialclub if you would like!

#vc #armand/daniel #bianca/armand #genesis/sephiroth #ff7 #meme #wip

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zenlesszonezero · 15 days ago

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#Zenless Zone Zero #Miyabi #Harumasa #HoYoverse #zzzero #zenlesszonezero #Mobile Game #Anime Game #Gaming

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hislittleraincloud · 1 year ago

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I just wanted to contribute to your recent ask, if that's okay and I will be hiding behind an anonymous face, so apologies in advance but I'm anxious about backlash from others since I'm active in the fandom and I may piss some people off.

I agree with your statements about the incorrect use of nicknames toward whichever partner Wednesday is paired up with, it makes me cringe so much, especially with the 'Cara Mia' because like you, I cannot see Ortega's Wednesday using the same pet names that her parents use. Some people go ridiculously overboard with it, and I really enjoyed your breakdown over the incorrect use of the French pet names. Wednesday despises the sappy love between her parents, I highly doubt she would mimic that.

I've seen your posts pop up occasionally, I like some of the art you share, and I did try reading your story out of curiosity. But it did make me uncomfortable with the underage stuff due to past experiences, and that is okay for me to admit and doesn't mean you're a bad person for writing it. It's a fanfiction ffs, the same people upset about your pairing are probably having wet dreams over Wednesday murdering people or some other illegal shit 🤷‍♀️

I have respect for you as a person and writer, and how you've brought awareness to the transphobic nature of some fics, we don't need that in this fandom.

Nothing better to offset anon hate than anon respect. 💖✨

It's always okay to drop anything in my inbox if you're afraid of backlash due to popular shipping, but "YOU PERVERT, IT'S R#PE!!!" judgement should not be faceless. 🥹

It's also always okay to give reason to why any fic or pairing is something you avoid due to trauma, and you shouldn't have to say that aloud. At least, you don't to me. I sincerely hope that my post didn't come across as "U MUST READ MY SHIT NO MATTER WHAT BEFORE YOU JUDGE IT" to those (like you) who have terrible trauma surrounding the subject/content. If you have such trauma, then my tags should've been a warning, and I completely understand why you would not want to read it.

Hm, I'm also agreeing w the whole subject matter in general thing. I've seen a few fics where Wednesday is r#ped and/or tortured (usually by Tyler or Gatesmonster), but apparently others do, so whatever. 🤷🏽‍♂️ I can't impose on others my severe judgement on what gets others off (in terms of fiction and fictional characters), I can only say that Wednesday suffers enough mentally on a daily basis that I hate adding to that, or seeing it. N/C Wednesday is still precious to me, no matter how tempting it can be to smack her around a bit/knock her off her high horse (I was pleased though, when in canon she got her brow nicked...she hadn't had any reason to attack Bianca before then, aside from her calling her a psychopath (as if not everyone in the school already thought she was)...she was being a narc little asshole during the fencing scene).

As for the rest of it, I really didn't say anywhere that Wednesday shouldn't come up with any cute pet names for Enid, even suggesting that she could be creative enough to make her own compound words like "my little lupinette" (to me, something like that would make her bond with Enid much more tailored to whatever Enid brought out within her while distancing herself from becoming Mommie Dearest enough). Borrowing directly from them just... 💀 AB Wednesday is currently even more formal and uptight than any Wenclair Wends but is slowly learning, and in one upcoming scene she calls Donovan "Jim". My readers will see why (🤣🤣🤣).

Aside from crafting this Satisfying Universe, I had to sit and watch malignant psychopaths destroy the hopes and dreams of my fellow 🏳️‍⚧️ people in Tennessee, Florida, Texas, Missouri, etc. this spring and throughout the summer, so I'm especially peeved when I see anything that could be construed as trans exclusionary in here. I lost the Potter fandom to it in 2020 when JKR came out full TERF, even though we all kind of suspected it before. We never, ever had "Draco Malfoy x AFAB reader" or "Hermione Granger x AMAB reader" labeled fics. We didn't care what you were born with, genital-wise. Fiction is and will forever be an escape, so let's try to keep it that way. 🫠✨

Anyway, thanks for the message. I'm only sad that you feel like you need to hide, or that anyone feels like they need to hide. I understand it though.

#anon respect #anon response #wednesday #wednesday addams #writing wednesday #satisfying afterburn

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blehcupidd · 1 year ago

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Jealous Girl

Chapter Nineteen

Xavier Thorpe x fem!oc

A/n: Taken from my Wattpad made at the beginning of 2023, some written mistakes and i had a note about what happen with Percy Hanes White, that note will put put at the end of this chapter.

Also ignore mistakes please i wrote this whilst looking at the tv show so if it says that someone looks at something but it didnt state what, ignore it im sorry.

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Over the next few days not much happened. The only key part is that the mayor had been killed. It had been someone in a blue cadillac, a hit and run. This has pushed the police even more than before, facing public outcry by the residents of Jericho.

Évangéline had been in Enid and Wednesday's room, already being apart of the latters plans.

"I've been thinking about my less-than-enthusiastic response to your surprise soirée." Wednesday spoke, opposite Enid and Évangéline, still having a less-than-enthusiastic response. "And I must admit, I regret not showing my gratitude towards you more appropriately."

This perked Enid up from her position on the bed. "You really mean it?" Enid asked, swaying her shoulders.

"Take the win, Enid." Évangéline rested a hand on Enid. Making sure Enid's attention was else where, Évangéline gave Wednesday a nod.

"If only there were a way for us to get off campus and have a little birthday redo." Wednesday took the hint. "Just me, you and Évangéline. Too bad the school is on lockdown."

Évangéline walked towards the window, Wednesday and Enid following in tow. "Would you look at that full moon..."

This had given Enid an idea. "Oh, how about I say I'm about to wolf out and get a pass to the lupin cages? And say you two volunteered to lock me in."

"My deviousness has finally rubbed off on you." Enid chuckled at Wednesday's words. "Thing? You know what to do right?" Thing did a thumbs up, pausing hud rubix cube.

The girls began to leave, but Enid had an idea. "Oh, we should wear our snoods!"

"Don't worry Evan, I have a purple one I was going to give you."

"Oh, I believe I left mine at fencing." Wednesday fawned remorse.

"Well, I don't have one so I wouldn't be able to join in." Évangéline shrugged her shoulders.

"Don't worry Evan, I have a purple one I was going to give you." Enid waves off Évangéline. "And actually, Wednesday, you left yours at the Weathervane. Luckily, Bianca brought it back." Enid held out two snoods towards her friends.

"Like a monkey's paw." Wednesday took the snood, soon followed by Évangéline.

The three girls left the room, Enid leading the way, missing the small high five shared between Wednesday and Évangéline, and eye roll.

Wednesday had organised a ride, that ride being Tyler. Évangéline had always gotten weird vibes from him every time they were in contact, he was always so awkward with her every time she goes to Weathervane.

Enid and Évangéline got into the car after Wednesday, seeing their driver. "Wait, he's our Uber driver?" Enid asks.

"Uber driver?" Tyler looked back at Enid and Évangéline then to Wednesday. "I thought we weee going in a date?"

"I thought this was a girls' night out." Enid complained in the back.

"There's been a change of plans." Wednesday explained, not looking at the two.

"What's up with the weird matching hoodie scarf things?" Tyler asked another question, sparring Évangéline a glance.

"Don't ask." Wednesday interrupted. "Just drive."

Meanwhile, a figure was making his way towards Wednesday and Enid's dorm window. "Hey, Wednesday?" Xavier called through the window, rapping his knuckles on the glass. "Are you guys in here?" He took a deep breath. "I know it's a bit weird that you saw the drawing of Évangéline, but I just want to talk to you for a second."

Nothing was answering him, yet he heard typing. Opening the window, he saw it was Thing typing. "Where is she Thing? Is she with Angel?"

The four arrives at the gates of the Gates mansion. "Seriously, you wanna go in there." Enid asks in disbelief. "This place is creepy AF."

"I know." Wednesday was suppressing a smile.

"Okay. This isn't what I signed up for." Tyler refused.

"Ditto." Enid agreed.

"It could be...fun." Évangéline suggested, earning a look from Enid and Tyler.

"You were in on this?" Enid's jaw dropped.

"I didn't want to celebrate my birthday by going to dinner or a surprise party." Wednesday saved Évangéline. "I want to do this." She had unlocked the gate.

"Then you shoulda just said so. You didn't have to trick us." Tyler tried to reason.

"If either of you want to go, you can." Wednesday began to walk away, Évangéline following. "We are going to check out the garage."

All four had reached the garage door, just to see it was locked. Both Tyler and Wednesday had tried, both failed.

"Can I try?" Enid asked, looking at Évangéline and Wednesday; both giving her a nod. With just a few tugs, the door broke open.

The garage was dark and dingy. Évangéline had found a light, revealing a covered car. The flickering lights covered up, but failed, the colour of the car; blue.

"That's the car that hit the mayor." Enid's voice spoke from behind Wednesday. "Okay. This just took a dark turn. We need to call Tyler's dad right freaking now."

"Why?" Wednesday asked, not wanting the sheriff to be involved. "So he can take me back to Nevermore and get me expelled? It's not gonna happen."

Making their way deeper into the house, they knew it had been abandoned. The dust particles were floating around, spider webs decorated corners.

"This is the night I'm gonna die." Évangéline's corroer voice quivered. She had been happy in the beginning, but she doesn't know what she got herself into.

Slowly, they entered a room full of cobwebs and antlers; it seemed to be someone's study. All four were looking around for anything that could be what they were looking for.

Wednesday had pressed something on the bookshelf; revealing a painting, showing the hatred towards outcasts. "Who doesn't have a spooky built in altar in their family library?" Évangéline sarcastically asked no one in particular.

"Ours is in the living room." Wednesday drawled, earning a look from Évangéline, Enid and Tyler. "More seating for year long Día de los muertos."

The candles along the bottom of the painting caught Évangéline's eyes. Walking up to them, she felt them; lifting her hand back up, she eyed the residue and turned around. "They're still warm."

"Tyler and Évangéline, you check the rest of the ground floor." Wednesday ordered. "Enid and I will search upstairs." Enid and Wednesday walked off, leaving Tyler and Évangéline.

Both Tyler and Évangéline stayed together. That was until they approached two rooms. "I go left." Évangéline shone a light towards the left side of the hallway. "You go,"

"Right." Tyler finished, both shining a torch to the right side of the hallway.

Évangéline was finally alone. Not that she wanted to in these circumstances, yet she enjoyed it. The room was one of the bigger rooms, seems like it had been a living room.

She had finished in that room, not seeing anything notable, and made her way to Tyler's room. "Tyler?" She asked, not seeing him in the kitchen. Looking around, she didn't see the table and walked into it. Causing something to fall and to shatter.

Using her powers, she lifted it up and saw it was newly bought flowers. Hearing another shatter, she turned. Seeing nothing, she continued to inspect the flowers.

The sound of growling was prominent, almost like the growling she had heard on outreach day. Turning around to could see the heavy breathing monster she had seen many times; that being once in person and many paintings by Xavier. The hot breath was prominent and the smell of blood was lingering.

Forcing herself out of the shocked trance, she turned to run away. This was halted as the monster had sunk its claws into her shoulder. "Run!" She shouted, her voice hoarse showing her pain.

Holding her left hand to her right shoulder, she could feel the blood loss. Tyler's voice could finally be heard, "Guys! Get out! It's here!" The slashes she had not long heard was prominent and was followed with a scream from Tyler.

She had ran up the stairs to see Enid and Wednesday, "The dum waiter. Go!" She winced multiple times, holding her arm tighter.

The deep footsteps were making their way up the stairs, following the three girls. Finding themselves in the dumbwaiter, the monster was only a few steps behind.

The repetitive oh my god was being whispered by Enid, who was behind her, got more prominent when she saw the mess of Évangéline's shoulder. Then it was silent, no growling, no panicking, no movement.

"Ah!" Enid screamed as the monster started roaring loudly, shaking the weak stability of the house. Évangéline would've been screaming, only she wasn't so focused of passing out. "Not your snood!" Enid whisper shouted as Wednesday used her black snood to hold the entrance closed. The monster was getting incredibly angry, the girls know this because of the claw marks made, showing the angry look it had.

The fraying of the rope, holding them up, was echoing in the almost silent dum waiter. Both Enid and Évangéline started screaming as the rope snapped, pushing the girls down multiple floors it seemed like.

Rolling out into a lab sort of place, the confusion was prominent. The thundering footsteps caused fallout underneath the monster, making Enid Évangéline and Wednesday run for the window.

Just as Enid was about to go outside, the door of the basement had been busted open. Enid was safely outside, Évangéline and Wd essay were still there.

"Wednesday! Come on!" Évangéline shouted over the monsters footsteps.

"What are you doing?" Enid pushed the window open, wondering why her two friends hadn't joined her.

"These are the body parts from the monster's victims." Wednesday was too involved, both girls needed to leave.

"Wednesday!" Évangéline looked at the monster, seeing the monster pull over a shelf. "We need to go now!" The pain was less prominent in her arm, as she was more worried about her and Wednesdays life.

Pushing Wednesday out before her, she was almost struck again by the monster. Landing in the floor, she tried to regulate her breathing. The three girls stood up, one wincing, as Wednesday looked at the other two. "You okay?" Both Évangéline and Enid gave her a are you serious look.

"Since when do you care?" Enid voiced both of the girls, storming off. Following Enid, the pain was slowly coming back. Évangéline wiped the blood in her hand on the front of her jeans. "Wednesday what the hell are you doing?" Enid yelled at the black haired girl retreating to the house.

"We have to go back for Tyler!" She continued running. All Évangéline could think of was that Wednesday said we. We? She was bleeding out of her arm, literally five minutes ago she was struck by the monster that was in there.

They had found Tyler, heavy breathing and in the same condition she felt she was in. "Enid, hold this." Wednesday shoved her torch into Enid's hand, then tending to Tyler.

Slumping against the wall, wincing in immense pain, she just wanted to go back to Nevermore. Opening her eyes, she was met with someone she wouldn't expect to show up; Xavier.

"Where'd you come from?" Wednesday asked Xavier, turning her head away from Tyler.

He handed over his scarf for Tyler. "Here. Take this. "Looking past Tyler he saw Évangéline, pushing her head back and gritting her teeth. "Angel," his eyes softened, seeing his Angel holding her shoulder and was in obvious pain.

Cursing under his breath, as he didn't have anything he could put on her. Looking at her head, he saw the snood. Pulling the purple fabric off of her head, and holding her head up as it lulled to the side, he applied pressure to the wound. "What happened to them?" Xavier was met with silence.

The newly group of five had made their way to Tyler's house; Xavier driving, Enid in the passenger seat with Wednesday in the middle of the slumped Tyler and Évangéline.

In Tyler's living room, Wednesday had found butterfly stitches in the medical kit in his bathroom. Wednesday was patching up Tyler, Xavier with Évangéline. Because of the position of the slash, Évangéline had to remove her jumper and shirt. Her clothes were absolutely ruined. Covered in blood, and long cuts. She was utterly embarrassed.

Every time Évangéline winced Cavier would mutter a quick sorry. Xavier was shortly finished and looked at Évangéline with pity. She was holding her shredded bloody clothes to her chest and had dried tears underneath her eyes. Realising the situation she was in, he pulled off his coat and secured it around her shoulders.

Looking over she gave him a thankful smile and pulled her arms through the holes. "Not to make this about me, but i am having. A full blown panic attack right now." Enid's voice interrupted the moment between the two, eyes focused on something in the room. "We need to get back before Weems realises we've been gone."

Then, the door opened; making the teenagers look at the intruder. Seeing it was the sherif, Évangéline tightened the hold she had on Xavier's coat. "What the hell happened?" He took steps into the room towards Wednesday, "This was you wasn't it?"

"Wait, Dad, please. I'm okay." Tyler stopped his father before he could do some damage.

"Sherif, I understand you're upset, but I think you need to see something." Wednesdays voiced quivered.

Walking towards Enid and Wednesday's room, she heard the end part of the argument between the two. "You didn't have to because that's what friends do!" Enid yelled, "the fact that you don't know that says everything." She picked up her bags. "You want to be alone, Wednesday? Be alone." Enid walked past Évangéline, then she made eye contact with Wednesday.

"Ev," Wednesday's voice was weak.

Seeing Wednesday walk forwards she stopped her, "Just stop, Wednesday." Seeing the look of confusion on the girls face she explained. "You have put not only me, but Enid and Tyler in danger. You didn't even realise I was almost bleeding out. But you noticed Tyler! I was on your side, but you just kick it back in my face. Xavier was there for, what? Five seconds? And realised I was bleeding, or at least I was in pain."

Without sparing Wednesday a second look, she turned around and made her way back to her dorm.

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