#he even rehearsed the evil smirk

[ianthedebonair]

Dame and Ric brainstorm for Halloween costumes

and they were ranchmates

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE WANDA MAXIMOFF X READER (PHANTOM OF THE OPERA AU)

That's actually an interesting scenario. I've seen the Phantom of the Opera at Broadway when I was a kid, I was kinda young so I didn't really understand much of it. All I liked was the Phantom's mask lol. And I've gone with the original and the ACTUAL Phantom of the Opera here that took place in Paris at the The Palais Garnier or Opéra Garnier and I actually like the Phantom of the Opera :)

You were supposed to give a show today at the Paris Opera House, Palais Garnier. You were the main character of the play, Christine Daae. You were nervous since you didn't think that you could actually pull it off and in other words, one could say that you had stage fright. You started taking deep breaths to calm yourself down and you tried to rehearse your parts along with your songs

What you didn't know was that there was a person from underground or the sewers watching your every move. The Phantom was captivated and mesmerized by your beauty and your charming melodious voice whenever you practiced. She manipulated and spooked the crew of giving you the leading character in the play, giving you all the key roles. She gazed up at you, wistfully thinking how wonderful and lovely it would be to have you in her arms. She was scared and ashamed to show herself to you since she was rather disfigured and afraid that you might recoil in disgust when you look at her. Hence she was forced to silently observe you from the shadows, heart aching and yearning for your touch and your soft pink rosy lips on hers

However, there were 2 people she didn't like from the crew. One was the lady who played the role of Meg Giry the Prima Donna (Chief singer) and the other was the guy playing the role of the Viscount Raoul de Chagny since he fell in love with you. She made a plan to keep a close eye on them to ensure that they didn't mess your part in the play

You practiced for days and today it was the Opening Night. For days you had practiced, you couldn't afford to mess this up. Wanda was looking at you with interest, and with admiration in her eyes that even though you were nervous, you were still ready to face the people and do your part. She admired your bravery and courage and she oh, how she wished to do something to calm you down

Just then Meg Giry, the lead singer of the play asked you how you were doing. You didn't really suspect her of having any ill intentions towards you and you were too naive and trusting for your own good. The Phantom irritated at the cause of the disturbance from your practice peeked more close to see who you were talking to you and she scowled, an irritated frown on her face. Meg handed you a caffeinated drink to which you gladly accepted with a smile on your face and you drank it in front of her. She smirked deviously, talked with you for a few minutes and congratulated you for your acting and voice. But the Phantom knew better, she started getting livid. Who was this woman and how DARE they try doing something to you just before the play! You might not have noticed Meg's evil smirk and her ill feelings towards you but Wanda knew better. Her heart immediately started feeling heavy, wanting to protect you from all this and embrace you in her loving arms, where you don't have to fear anything. You were obviously too good and pure for this world and Wanda was now angry that someone was taking advantage of your niceness. Wanda still didn't want to reveal herself to you since she was a little insecure about herself but she made a mental note to make sure nothing happens to you today on Opening Night

Soon, it was time for you to sing your part and you took a deep breath, and you braced yourself and headed out to the center of the stage. The Phantom was silently cheering you on, captivated by how wonderful you look and how... angelic and divine you appeared while singing, like a true goddess from he heavens above. She felt all her negative emotions from a long time vanish when your melodious voice filled the Opera

(Lyrics don't belong to me, they're composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber from the movie 'Phantom of the Opera')

'Think of me, think of me fondly When we've said goodbye Remember me, once in a while Please promise me you'll try When you find that once again you long To take your heart back and be free If you ever find a moment Spare a thought for me....

We never said our love was evergreen Or as unchanging as the sea But if you can still remember Stop and think of me Think of all the things We've shared and seen Don't think about the way Things might have been'

You suddenly hit the wrong note and your face flushed red with embarrassment as people started staring you, some of them whispering. Then you started coughing and sputtering as Meg Giry started smirking at your behavior. You then understood that she had given you a drink that had caffeine in it and caffeine makes the voice weak for a while. You looked at her with anger and hurt in your eyes and she started singing

(Song's name is 'Please Miss Giry' composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber from the movie, 'Love Never Dies')

'Please, Miss Giry! I want to go back! I want my mother...

The sea is calm The sea is gray It washes everything away

Please, you're hurting me!

Don't worry, it's almost over

Sink into the deep Blue, and cool, and kind Then drift off to sleep Let the past unwind Leave the hurt behind

Gustave! Mother! No, I'm not done yet!'

By now Wanda was literally fuming that her beloved was cast aside for this random upstart. How DARE that.... that woman do that you and sabotage your singing? You could feel a few tears prickling your eyes and it fell down on the floor lightly. You thought that today would be the best day of your life, feeling proud as you stand held high and sing. You thought nothing could dampen your spirits but you were wrong. No one noticed your silent tears except for Wanda and she felt an ocean of emotions like anger, sympathy, love, sadness course through her body. All for you. She wasn't having any more of this nonsense and as the woman kept on singing, she grew even more infuriated and decided to do something about her

She sneakily came out of her hiding place and she snuck towards the gallery, used her powers to make the chandelier dangling above the proscenium fall down. It was on the verge of collapse but Wanda thought one step ahead. While the chandelier was still dangling loosely she made her grand appearance, startling everyone in the theatre and she pulled you in her embrace. Before you could even process what happened the chandelier finally came crashing down and she whisked you off with her

You looked up at her, wondering what she was going to do with you now and you sniffled, and whimpered in fright. "Please let me go...I'm sorry if I did something wrong''. She succumbed to her overwhelming desire of having you in her arms at long last and she dried your tears and spoke "My love... I have waited for far too long to have you in my arms. Hearing your divine wonderful voice, it made me feel... alive and like a person again. The way you were treated today in front of all those who don't deserve to be graced by your presence made my blood boil. You are far too pure and angelic to be tainted by the darkness of the world. I apologize that you were captured by a monster like me but... I will do my best to protect you''

She dried your tears lovingly and continued, "The world doesn't deserve an angel like you, my love~". The last thing you remembered was losing consciousness in a mysterious stranger's arms, wondering if all this was just a dream. Oh, if only it was a dream....

[six-eyed-samurai]

SUMMARY: It's been back and forth the last few months between you and Hawks and finally you're both out for a date!...or not. You couldn't have ghosted him, right? A/N: About a couple years ago I was obsessed with Why Don't We so yes I'm using one of their songs LMAO sue me WARNINGS: GN reader and angst (it gets resolved I'm not evil!)

Oh, she talks so sweet, like sugar, like candy

It’s a first date and firsts are important, so he’s gotta be sure to make a good impression. A shower and a lot more to his normal concession to fanciness: the comb’s brushed through his hair more times than he count, tugged at the collar of his shirt wondering if it was too much, too casual, god it was getting kind of hot wearing it would it smell like sweat-

“I don’t mind. Smells like you.” Ah, that smirk that caused him to blush so badly and throw his hoodie at you. Okay, don’t worry so much. Just be your usual self.

Makes me wanna be the best man that I can be

He’s got the flowers, your favorite of course, and they were in full bloom when he walked past that florist. He’s prepared to pay the bill, ready to be the gentleman by rehearsing in his head what he’d do. Pull out your chair, compliment, a dinner place of your choice.

For you, nothing but the best, he swears in his head as he flies out into the night.

I like that she keeps things oh-so simple

The flirty game of cat and mouse the both of you had had going on before in his office was beyond fun and always left him wanting more of you - interactions, voice, touch. He made it obvious from the start that he was into you, what with his more than friendly suggestions, insistence on meals together and overprotectiveness should any of his sidekicks even think of looking at you.

It was startling to him that you had returned it though in the same gestures. He liked that about you; you didn’t beat around the bush and worked to get what you wanted.

In this case it was him and he wasn’t complaining.

Less stress, more uh, yeah, she got the dimples

It had taken exactly three months, one week and a half and five days for it to come to a head. One of you was going to crack and it was him, inevitably, when he dropped by with his daily pickup line and coffee for you. You’d flash that coy, sweet smile. “I might actually think you’re interested in me if you keep doing that.”

“What gave it away?” He made his standard, joking reply.

“I dunno. I said might. When you actually ask me out I’ll be convinced.”

I get scared when I think about the future

As a pro hero he had to think about the risks of having a significant partner who would become the target of much villain attacks, paparazzi and obsessed fans. As himself even he would admit the playboy image they painted and he supplied was not exactly flattering. As a normal person, was anyone really ready for commitment, potential heartbreak…?

But all this could be dealt with. It all faded to background noise, yadda yadda yadda…

Because, actually, now that he thought about it, had he OPENLY asked you out?

I'm a junk man, she's a promise abuser

“Well, when you do, I’ll say yes and I’ll be really, really interested as well.”

“Okay, will you go out with me for dinner tonight then?”

You blinked, opening and closing your mouth like a goldfish while he stared at you expectantly. “…um, what? I wasn’t…expecting…”

“You said you’d say yes!”

“Huh, I did say that.” You flashed another million watt smile. “Okay then. How about eight?”

Hell, I know that we're bad for each other

It’s been almost ten minutes - you must have run into traffic. Not unusual on a bustling night like this, with everyone in a terrible hurry to get, get, get somewhere. The tapping of his foot aligned with the ticking of the clock he was watching anxiously. He’s glad he had requested a more private table at the back to prevent fans from noticing their favorite Pro Hero, but now even more so he wouldn’t see the glances of pitying diners wondering who had stood him up so badly to see his hopeful face crack away bit by bit.

No, you wouldn’t ditch him like this. That was just cruel; you were a tease. You wouldn’t do this.

It’s the third refill of his cup when he finally accepts that you’re not coming.

I made my own bed but she tucked me under

A pathetic KFC dinner was not how he had envisioned the evening but that’s what he’s sitting with, hunched on his couch, wondering what went wrong.

Were you playing with him? Did you think he wasn’t serious? Were you offended he hadn’t come pick you up? Had you both somehow miscommunicated the date? Did you realize you didn’t actually want all the crap that came with being a Pro Hero’s significant other?

He chucked his trash into the bin and wished he could do the same with his emotional turmoil.

We did it for the hell of it

You didn’t even show up the next day at work - you must really be going that far to avoid him, huh?

Not like he’d bring it up, to be honest. It was embarrassing that he had managed to be duped so well, that he was rejected indirectly in public. It hurt that you didn’t even bother to answer ANY of his messages. It stung that he had no apology and he couldn’t say one himself because you. Weren’t. There.

But your jacket was, hanging forlornly by your chair, so internally he apologized and took it home to toss onto his bed-nest and fall asleep to the fading scent of you.

We did it for the good times and the bad ones

So this was what it was like to be hung up. 10/10 would not recommend, he decided. Usually he was distracted during hero work occasionally thinking about you, but now he still was and doing a sloppy job according to the Commission with his listless attitude and moping. Probably why they just about forced him to take a day off.

Nothing much to do. You hadn’t gone to work for a third day already. Who was he to text? Usually he’d be blowing up your phone with stupid pickup lines he found online, the silly stuff he’s seen people doing while flying, bad singing of whatever song he was listening to at that time. Sometimes it ended in not-so-coincidental meetups. You’d respond to every message with one just as ridiculous as his. Rumi only responded ”your crush not around?” when he spammed her instead.

Could’ve been more, he grumbled aloud. Could’ve been until you went AWOL after doing the equivalent of dumping him.

We didn't think about what shit might happen

He’s driving himself crazy. Over what? Over some crush? There were billions of other people who’d kill for the chance to go out with him.

But it was not some crush - it was you. He didn’t want the billions - he wanted you. It was the fourth day and your desk was still empty - where were you?

He asked around casually. Only Rumi gave him a knowing look. Nobody knew where you were. Your friend at the agency had mentioned you had been pretty excited about some date with a friend- hope? he wanted to think so - that day but since then there wasn’t any updates.

“What if a kidnapping happened?! Like those scammers who pretend to be a date and then end up drugging you instead?!”

He coughed. “Yeah…I don’t think that happened, don’t worry.”

But once you light a fire, it's gonna burn

On the fifth day he sent his fifteenth message.

No wonder you vanished, he grimaced. Nobody wanted a clingy texter who couldn’t take the hint. But here he was, finger hovering above the send button and scrolling past the plaintive texts of before: asks on when you were coming and were you going to be late and where were you, the occasional “guess what I saw today” that he’d usually send you when he was feeling braver, apologies for pestering you and making you uncomfortable with the date and the…never ending texts even though you were probably ghosting him by now.

Today he’d get over it, he repeated with finality and misery. One last “sorry” and on he’d move.

>>I'll be okay to keep it simple

The phone’s abandoned on the table for the rest of the night while he slams his head into his pillow, allowing himself a few moments to sulk one last time before heading into the shower after the long day of work (without you there).

He hopes you’ll at least see it. Maybe text back.

Then again that would probably rip open the wound wide once more so perhaps it was better if you ignored him. He could block you for good measure.

The shower pounded down on his head. No, he sighed, he couldn’t block you if he tried.

>>I'll stay outta your way and won't let you know

The ping on his phone indicating a text message alerts him but he figures it must be the paperwork that he’s been running away from (without your help there was no way he’d be able to do it) from catching up to him, so he takes his sweet time to leisurely change and blow dry his hair before he actually picks the phone up.

He falls back onto the bed. Stunned, shocked. Maybe a bit hopeful. Confused, crushed. Funny how just one message can do that.

Hawks, can you come to my house tonight? I need to talk to you<<

Of course, when has he ever refused you? He was out of the window before he even realized what he was doing and how damn stupid this all was, that he was setting himself up for another heartbreak, you were finally going to break it to him that you didn’t show up because you didn’t know how else to reject his pushy advances and oh shit he’s forgotten to wear his shoes properly and now they were falling off midair-

“I…wasn’t expecting you that fast.”

“I’m the Wing Hero?”

You allowed your face to curl into a broken smile. “Yeah, we all know that, birdbrain.”

Humans always want what they couldn’t have. You were dolled up so pretty for some reason, even in the horrible lighting coming from your living room behind you. He was glad the shadow fell on his face, standing at your door, so you wouldn’t see the heartbreak twisting his expression. Don’t call me birdbrain if you’re going to leave, he prayed.

“So,” he said to cut the awkward pause. “Why am I here?”

“I…it’s probably easier to explain inside. Come on in.”

It's not the first time he's been in but he's pretty surprised to see your dining table pushed out, covered in a tablecloth and decorated with the whole nine yards: dinner for two, candles and flowers. Is this how you're really gonna toy with him before breaking it off?

You take him by the arm and lead him there, half pulling out a chair for yourself before he interrupts plainly. “You didn't have to do all this.”

“Yeah, well, I really wanted to-”

“You could've just told me you didn't want to go out with me. Not stand me up and just, what, vanish without telling anyone?!”

“Hawks-”

“You didn't have to do this.” Why couldn't you spare him pain instead? He was a fool, yes, but no reason for you to let him be this foolish.

He shuts his eyes to trap the water and when he opens them his face is suddenly smooshed between your cradling palms while you force him to look at you and your serious, pleading expression.

“Hawks, will you listen to me? Please?”

“Listening,” he tried to say, but since his mouth was partially squished he nodded instead. Also his throat was blocking, probably from the almost-crying.

“I’m not playing with you when I say I can explain everything - I was actually on my way to the date when I got a call from my mom. My dad's health isn't the greatest right now so I had to rush back to my hometown after he had a bad fall. My phone's battery died that night and where my parents live don't exactly have the greatest of Internet connections so I was literally cut off from everyone. I came back once he was okay and so…” You take a deep breath and remove a hand to gesture around. “I really do like you, Hawks, so if you want we can redo the date?”

Perhaps his eyes were watering thanks to the candles or flower allergies. He buried his face into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you. Your hand stroked through his hair. “Don't scare me like that again.”

“I'd never ditch you like that, birdbrain.”

“Can we skip straight to the part where we kiss now?”

I need your love tonight

I need your love

[truly-morgan]

It's been 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 of them fighting, a perfectly rehearsed dance on a tightrope, close to tipping over the edge at times yet always managing to come back to perfect equilibrium.

It's a routine. It's something familiar. It's nearly boring how it always happens the same. Arguing the same thing over and over, like a broken record.

The other one simply becomes a part of your life. There's a thrill to the fight, one that cannot be found from fighting anyone else. Not the latest villain of the month. Not the new upcoming Hero. Those are nothing compared to what they have.

But then one day they can't bring back the perfect equilibrium.

But then one day even the broken record won't play anymore.

It had started like every other fight.

It ended like none other before.

All Hero can do is stare back at the Villain, a strange feeling of dread spreads through them. This is what they had been fighting for so long, yet none of this feels right.

They can't even move to get closer, body too sore from the final attack, too stun to even be able to try properly.

Their heart sinks when they hear a soft chuckle, something they never heard before. Something they feel they would never have wanted to hear.

"Come on…" the Villain says, voice raspier than ever, breath wheezing unevenly, "You knew this would happen eventually".

And the smile. The painful smile, unlike anything ever seen on Villain's face, they wish he was smirking in an evil way instead. Not something so weak, so fragile and so 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵.

Before they know it their vision blurs, tears spilling over.

"Now now, don't cry," a chuckle, quickly followed by wet coughing and blood, "The hero shouldn't be crying for the villain of the story". Yet the tears can't stop, not when some are also welling in the Villain's eyes.

The silence is deafening.

And before Hero can even say anything, he sees the light dim, glossy eyes growing lifeless.

When they finally managed to scream their name, it's too late, there was no one to answer anymore.

It's too late.

They keep screaming, weak body crawling to the motionless one.

The next thing they know, they wake up to worried faces, who grow relieved quickly. Wake up to congratulations and thank yous.

Wake up to a deep void inside their chest.

And the void doesn't go away.

Not even after recovering. Not even after attending, hidden afar, a small clandestine funeral held by a loyal right-hand man. Not even after going back to the crime-fighting life.

All that is left is a lone funambulist.

All that is left is a broken record without a turntable to play it.

And it is now too late to regret. Too late to realise something that had been hidden deep inside for so long.

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Twt original Inspired by this tweet (picture under the cut) ↴↴↴

[haha--exposition]

A day with the big Big Shot part 2

Big Shot Autos, Late afternoon

As you backed into the test-drive parking lot of Big Shot Autos, Spamton spoke the same rehearsed line he'd been saying all day: “SO AS YOU CAN SEE THIS BABY RUNS SMOOTH AS BUTTER! NOT ONLY THAT BUT THE FUEL EFFICIENCY IS DOWNRIGHT CRIMINAL. WE'VE BEEN ON DOZENS AND DOZENS OF TEST DRIVES ALREADY AND ONLY HAD TO REFILL THE GAS ONCE IN THE PAST 3 MONTHS! THIS IS A CITY MODEL THROUGH AND THROUGH, ALLOWING YOU TO NAVIGATE THE STREETS OF CYBER CITY WITH EASE AND GRACE”

You were pretty sceptical this time around. This was the fourth car he was presenting to you today. It's not that those hadn't been good, but it's more-so that you two had been going through cars for a few hours now and he's bound to have run out of “the best rides for you” at some point. Considering that the Cungadero brand mostly focuses on sports cars, you're surprised he's managed to show you such sturdy trucks so far.

The third one you both looked at was the best out of all of them, and would probably be your actual pick for the sort of car you wanted. And yet you were still lurking around the dealership looking at.... well, definitely not the cars anymore.

Your dedication to staying focused on your purchase had gotten weaker and weaker ever since you'd laid eyes on Spamton at the top of those stairs in Big Shot Autos and by now, it had essentially died out. You didn't really care to hold back anymore.

During the second car's test drive you had brushed by his love handles and in the third you pushed down his belly to help him put on his seat belt, allthough you gave him a heads up. But you were still being shameless, and Spamton has grown more and more quiet over time. Not in volume mind you, just with how much he talks about the cars.

Your shamelessness helped you stay calm on the other hand, and you managed to do a bit of small talk during the drives. After all, it hadn't been more than two or three incidents where you ended up touching his beautiful doughy fat. He didn't have to be all that suspicious of you. Just one more ride in another car with him and then you'd get to make your properly informed purchase.

“Right. This one is very nice indeed.” You said, “But I don't know if it quite hits all the spots yet...”

You got out of the car and leaned against the wall next to you, as you heard Spamton groaning. Though it sounded more annoyed than like he was struggling to get out of the car. Once he got out and had waddled over to you, you noticed that he wasn't really smiling anymore.

Uh Oh. Maybe you pushed it too much...

“I THINK I GET WHAT'S GOING ON HERE NOW.” Spamton said.

You cautiously raised an eyebrow as you replied: “....I'm trying to buy a car?”

“OH I THINK IT'S MORE THAN THAT. NO ONE ASKS TO SEE FIVE CARS IN ONE AFTERNOON. NO ONE REFUSES MY DEALS THAT MANY TIMES.” Spamton said, voice lowering ever so slightly.

You were about to stammer out a defence of your behaviour when suddenly Spamton took a step closer to you and his belly got you pinned between him and the wall behind you. You were just about ready to bluescreen then and there, the steam escaping your mouth and head immediately.

Spamton leaned forward even more, pushing you further against the wall with his gut and knocking the air completely out of your lungs. One of his chubby hands rested on his flabby side while the other was resting on the wall next to your head. Those dimples on his knuckles were so cute but you almost felt like he'd squeeze you to death if you looked away from his face now, so you fought a small internal war with yourself to not turn your head.

At this point Spamton was smirking at you. You were too riled up to tell if it was a mischievous, flirtatious or downright evil smirk. But you knew that whatever he was about to do to you would send you to an Ambyu-Lance for overheating.

“YOU'RE INTO THIS AREN'T YOU. YOU'VE BEEN OOGLING AND GROPING AND SLOBBERING OVER MY FAT BODY ALL AFTERNOON. DID YOU REALLY THINK I WOULDN'T NOTICE?”, Spamton said slowly yet with clear purpose.

Your voice was a shaky, squeaky mess when you replied: “W-well I- I just uh... Like... I thought... Th-that I just... I mean... Y'know... Car... Need one... But also like... uh...”

“I GET IT, I GET IT, DON'T YOU WORRY~” Spamton lowered his head a little so he was keeping perfect eye-contact without risking poking you with his nose. He put one of his chubby hands on your chin and you almost melted into the soft yet powerful touch. When he spoke again his voice was a low whisper that made your heart flutter: “But really, you should've said somethin' sooner, toots. You made me miss my dinner break with your foolin' around.”

As if on cue, Spamton's stomach let out a deep and loud growling noise. You could feel the rumble of it throughout his belly. Fuck, he was Good at this.

“Tell you what I got a deal for ya.” His salesman voice was completely gone, replaced with an urban drawl that sounded just heavenly to you. “You get your 'one more ride'. But we stop for a bite at a place by the edge of town. And then I'll want to have a ride too if you get what I mean.”

You had only the faintest idea of what he meant by having a ride of his own, but nodded furiously anyways. Honestly in this condition, he could've ordered you to break into the Queen's mansion and you would've said yes.

Spamton finally stepped back and you nearly fell to your knees, panting for air like you had just run a marathon.

While you were still catching your breath, he already grabbed your hand and dragged you along with him. He was extraordinarily strong for someone this fat and you stumbled helplessly behind him, almost tripping and faceplanting into his ass when he stopped.

“THIS ONE'S YOUR LAST RIDE FOR TONIGHT. AFTER THAT YOU'LL HAVE TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND.” Spamton said as he opened the driver's seat door for you and unceremoniously dropped you off inside. How gentlemanly...

Your mind was finally returning to you at least. You buckled your seatbelt as you watched Spamton squeeze his massive ass into the car.

This one was easily the smallest car you had looked at today. The seat was pushed all the way back and yet he was getting squeezed by the door and the glove box, his side rolls touching your thighs.

And then the motherfucker even looks at you expectantly and holds his seatbelt out to you.

Your head starts steaming again right away but you accept the challenge. Belt in one hand and his rolls getting downright massaged by the other, you struggled to put it on him for several minutes. Not to mention that Spamton was making no effort whatsoever to help you out. It seemed he has gone full brat mode.

You absolutely needed to fuck him tonight.

Finally you were off, with Spamton telling you about a Burger Joint located just in front of the Cyber Fields, called In-And-Outline Burgers. That was already nearly an hour of driving, not to mention with him squeezed into you the entire time. You weren't sure if you were going to survive that long but felt too determined (and horny) to give up now.

Once you were out of the centre of town, Spamton undid his seatbelt and started gasping in discomfort. He rubbed the indent of the belt that was left over. Before you could help yourself, you had one hand on his love-handles and rubbed a spot there as well. Spamton hummed at you in what you assumed was approval.

Once you got onto the highway and didn't need to pay attention to the traffic ahead as much, Spamton spoke up: “SO. YOU DO THIS OFTEN?”

“W-what the uh. The driving out on dates?”, you asked in reply.

Spamton nodded, squishing his double chin in the absolute cutest way. “YEAH, WITH BIG PEOPLE LIKE ME.”, he said.

Your face started getting hot again as you replied: “Well uh... Yes... B-but I swear I keep it a separate thing from like business and stuff usually! It's just that... You're so...”

“GO ON~” He said, looking at you with a strange glimmer in his eyes.

Without thinking you voiced those horny thoughts that have been swirling in your mind all day. “So plump... And massive... Just a total picture book example of the perfect cute fatty. A-and to think you blew up this much in just under a year... It's been driving me crazy to think about. You're so gorgeous and jiggly and heavenly fat. I just-” Finally, you caught yourself and put a hand over your mouth. Even if he had asked to hear more that was hardly appropriate, was it?

Spamton let out a small chuckle as he rubbed his belly. “FIRST TIME I'M HEARING ANYTHING LIKE THAT ABOUT MY GAINS. USUALLY IT'S ALL 'Spamton you need to lose weight so you can show yourself to clients again!' 'Spamton your size is scaring away the customers!' 'Spamton, a real successful Addison keeps up with his appearances!' 'Spamton if you keep breaking the chairs you're going to get us in the red!' 'Spamton you're getting way too Big!' AS IF THAT WASN'T MY GOAL! COME ON WHAT KIND OF BUSINESSMAN WOULDN'T WANT TO SHOW THE WORLD HOW FAR HE'S MADE IT?”

You could tell Spamton was letting out quite a bit of pent up frustration. And while you felt bad for him and all the nagging he's had to endure, a part of you was still turned on by hearing about him breaking chairs and being labelled “too big”.

“Well, I definitely mean it when I say I think you're gorgeous at the size you are. And really, it should be your decision how much you do or don't want to gain, customers be damned.” you said.

Spamton's eyes were practically glowing at he grinned at you. “RIGHT? NOT TO MENTION ONCE I GET INTO QUEEN'S MANSION, I WON'T BE PRESENT FOR ANYTHING EXCEPT MONTHLY BOARD MEETINGS, SO WHO CARES HOW BIG I GET? HECK, MAYBE I'LL TRY TO GAIN AN EXTRA 100 POUNDS OR SO IN THE MANSION TO REALLY KNOCK THE SOCKS OFF OF THE BOARD MEMBERS WHEN THEY SEE ME NEXT HAHAHAHEAHAHEAHAHAHAHEA!!” As Spamton cackled to himself over his 'revenge plan' you were starting to steam again, especially cause you could feel his love-handles jiggle against you as he laughed. After a short while he calmed down again.

“OH HEY, THIS IS THE EXIT. DON'T MISS IT.” Spamton said, pointing at a neon sign you whizzed by.

“R-right...”

...

Finally, you had made it to In-And-Outline Burgers. You didn't think that the universe's ultimate challenge of your mental fortitude would be quite so sexy, but you were sweating just from driving here.

At Spamton's request you came into the drive-through and could only helplessly stare ahead as Spamton ordered damn near everything the menu had to offer. After that, he leaned over and told you to pull his wallet out of his suit's pocket. You definitely knew he could reach it himself, especially cause he was sitting down but you complied anyways and dug through the pocket of his pants. Your other hand ended up on his thigh and sunk into him pretty much on its own.

You handed Spamton his wallet, he handed you one of at least 4 credit cards, you handed that to the cashier, and they handed you several grocery-store sized bags of fast food that you had to maneuver to the back-seat. It was a bit of a chore all around but you couldn't stop yourself from grinning as you did it all.

Once you were in the parking lot, Spamton quickly (well, as quickly as he could) got out of the front and switched to the back seat of the car. You followed suit of course. Interestingly enough, the car seemed to have more space towards the back than the front, since you were no longer squeezed against Spamton so tightly.

“THE DIFFERENCE IN SPACE IS BECAUSE THIS IS A CAR FOR LARGE FAMILIES. YA KNOW, MAMA N' POPS SIT IN THE FRONT AND THEN AT LEAST 4 KIDS CAN FIT INTO THE BACK. IT'S ONE OF THE FINEST PIECES OF SPACIAL ENGINEERIN' AROUND IF YOU ASK ME!” Spamton had started rambling unprompted. It was very sweet to see that his enthusiasm for cars wasn't part of the salesman act. His excited rants were just too endearing. “BUT ENOUGH OF THAT.”

His face went from giddy and excited back to that flirtatiously evil smirk he'd given you at Big Shot Autos. “HERE'S YOUR SPECIL DEAL: I GET TO EAT, YOU GET TO WATCH. BUT YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH ME OR GET YOURSELF OFF UNTIL I'VE FINISHED EVERYTHING HERE. GOT IT?”

Now, this was familiar territory to you, getting to watch a cute fatty stuff himself. So technically it should be easy for you to watch and enjoy. But with the way this man's demeanour changed at the drop of a hat, he might as well have asked you to never feel aroused again. He could probably throw you for a loop by whining about a full belly and then immediately scolding you for wanting to give him a belly rub. A true challenge of your will, then.

“I accept.” You spoke slowly, gathering all your strength.

Spamton just gave you a smirk before fishing the first item out of the first bag. A large burger with beef and bacon. He dug in, moaning at the taste and quickly taking two more bites in succession. Guess Spamton hadn't been lying when he said he missed dinner because of you, he was tearing through that first bag like he'd been starving for days. Two more burgers, three servings of large fries, a box of cyber chicken wings and two boxes of nuggets were downed by him in record time.

After that he grabbed one of the many soda cups and took off the lid before gulping down the entire drink in one swing. He let out a huge belch that made his whole body and even some of the car shake with its force and he almost looked sheepish for just a second before giving you an award-winning smile.

“HOW WAS THAT FOR THE FIRST ROUND? NOT BAD EH? TELL ME, DO YOUR OTHER DATES DO IT FASTER THAN THAT?” He boasted.

Truth be told, Spamton was one of the fastest eaters you'd ever seen, but if he was toying with you here, why not return the favour?

“Way faster. Try getting the next bag down in half that time and you'll be closer to them.” You replied smugly.

The smile fell right off of Spamton's face and he stared at you, then at the bag with shock and uncertainty. But quickly, a renewed determination made itself present on him and he grabbed the entire bag, fishing out its contents and balancing them on his belly. Three more burgers, two long sandwiches, two more boxes of wings, and another two orders of fries.

He gave you one last glance before taking a big breath and tearing through the food he had laid out for himself. You felt yourself becoming pale yet also aroused. The absolute ferocity with which Spamton was shoving fries into his mouth, followed by a huge bite of a sandwich and swallowed together with a cyber chicken wing was mesmerising to watch.

He really managed to get this bag down in half the time of the first. His suit now had a few stains and he was panting heavily but he actually passed your challenge.

“Wow...” was all you managed to murmur as you looked at the small gap slowly forming between the buttons of his suit and his heaving gut.

“THAT... WAS SO... GOOD...” Spamton breathed. You feared he would try to get through the other two bags just as fast and were just about to tell him he was doing just fine compared to other feedee dates you've had, but just as you opened your mouth to speak up, Spamton was already shoving food from the next bag into his mouth. His moans and loud chewing would've drowned out your voice even if you weren't too turned on to properly speak right now.

The remaining two bags were emptied by Spamton, who practically inhaled the food within. Once the last bite of a sandwich finally entered his mouth he grabbed another soda cup, popped the lid off and once again chugged it down. Though this time he stopped drinking halfway down the cup and leaned forward, holding his gurgling gut in one hand. He gave you a glare as if he was about to reprimand you for taking him here.

“Buttons... open... NOW.” was all he breathed out, before he resumed his drinking binge, though now at a slower pace than before.

You didn't need to be told that twice, you were more than happy to finally get to touch Spamton's glorious belly, especially now that it's gone damn near globular.

The suit jacket's buttons put up quite a fight to be opened though, the high quality material refusing to be stretched any further, lest it may snap. But at the third attempt, they finally opened up.

However just as you were about to get to the undershirt's buttons, Spamton leaned forward to grab the final cup containing a milkshake. While you were caught out of nowhere with a face full of belly you heard the faint ping of at least one button popping off of him. Damn it, this must've been the sexiest moment of your life.

Unfortunately, Spamton did not seem as amused, as he leaned back and glared at you, then at the large diamond that had formed on his gut where his white flesh was sticking out now. “NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. I'M GONNA NEED TO GET MY FAVOURITE SHIRT REPLACED. FOR THAT SLUGGISHNESS YOU DON'T GET TO TOUCH ME ANYMORE.” He said.

He shoved you back towards your end of the car as you feebly stammered out protests: “Wha- But- This is- That's your fault for learning forward!”

“OH TALKING BACK NOW, EH? YOU THINK YOU'RE STILL WORTHY OF GETTING A HANDFUL OF ALL THIS?” Spamton shot back as he grabbed his own belly and jiggled it at you. He suppressed a pained moan at having all the food inside of him be jostled around and said: “YOU BETTER BE GIVING ME A REALLY GOOD APOLOGY BY THE TIME I FINISH THIS MILKSHAKE OR ELSE YOU'RE NEVER GONNA GET TO TOUCH MY LOVELY ROLLS”

And with that Spamton threw his head back and began gulping down the thick shake. You were at a bit of a loss for what to say until finally, you realised you'd need to stroke his ego a bit. Fine then.

You leaned forward just a bit and looked up at Spamton with the biggest, saddest puppy-eyes you could manage. And slowly you whined: “I'm really sorry Sir... I tried to be fast but I couldn't get to the buttons in time... I can't help it, you're just So Big and So Beautiful, that nothing can contain you for long... I promise I did my best to please you, Sir, so please forgive me...”

The longer you went on the redder Spamton got and the more slowly he was chugging the Milkshake. By the time he was done with the drink, he threw the cup to the side and just stared at you with wide eyes.

“FFFUCK...” he moaned out. “I DIDN'T.... I DIDn't think you'd go in that hard...”

So it had been a role-play thing. Well, good to know you didn't really upset Spamton. You decided it was time to push your luck again.

“So can I touch now?” You asked.

He almost moaned in response, “Yes... please...”

That was all you needed to hear. You just about shot forward and started massaging Spamton's belly carefully. Within a few minutes you managed to push some powerful burps out of him, shaking the car and rustling the empty burger wrappers strewn across the car's floor. The doughy Addison sighed contently and let out a few moans.

“DAMN YOU'RE -URP- GOOD AT THIS...”, Spamton moaned.

You chuckled. “I've got some practice.”

“RIGHT...” Spamton grinned lazily at you, joining your hands with his own at his sides. You got flushed again, staring up at him. “WHAT? MIGHT AS WELL JOIN IN AND GET YOU TO HIT ALL THE RIGHT SPOTS~”

As your hands intertwined with those of the salesman, your breathing slowly got heavier, until it just about matched his laboured breaths. It's a wonder it took you so long to get this aroused, with everything that had happened today. But you supposed there had been enough build-up.

And it seemed to have been enough for Spamton as well, since he took one of his hands off his globular gut to rest it on your cheek. His smile was still confident, but there was a light bashfulness to it as he spoke: “PLEASE... PLEASE LET ME FUCK YOU. I HAVEN'T HAD ANYONE IN BED SINCE I PASSED 250...”

Wow. Just asking would've been enough but the admittance that he's been pent up for over 100lbs? Fuck, that was some of the hottest stuff you've ever heard.

“Gladly,” you said, but then decided to throw in a little teasing as you patted his belly gently “But just keep in mind, you're not going to be as agile as before.”

Spamton seemed to consider this a challenge, as his hand on your face went to the back of your head and he pushed you closer for a kiss. His face was angled so he wouldn't poke a hole through your eyes with his nose and his other hand began wandering across your torso. He was clearly experienced in making out, doughy fingers exploring every inch of your body while listening for any signs of spots that might make you uncomfortable.

He must have had a lot of sex before he got this fat. He must have been so pent up...

You pulled away from the kiss, as your hands travelled across his body underneath his suit. “Tell me, my Big Shot,” you gently said, while undoing his belt. “Have you ever broken a bed while having sex before?”

Spamton shivered gently as he did his best to lift his huge ass off the car's bench.

“O-ONCE... OR TWICE...” he breathed out. Being so full and heavy, he only managed to raise himself a few inches up, and not for long, but this wasn't your first rodeo on a stuffed fatty wedged into a tiny car.

“Hm, I see. Well, I'm glad you've got experience with that at least~” you said gently as you pulled his pants down towards his hidden ankles. Spamton's hands meanwhile had managed to pull up your shirt and pull down your pants as well.

You leaned back for a moment to behold the doughy giant in front of you. He was so glorious, fat and flushed. Just the way you liked them.

His gut was blocking the view to his dick, so you gently lifted it up, well aware of the food still being digested in his distended stomach. There you found his fupa, swallowing a semi-erect penis. From the looks of it, Spamton hadn't just gotten himself a mod to install the sexual organ, he's also installed some mods to make it bigger. His half-chub was probably around 7 inches long and quite thick.

“My my, has someone been installing enlargement mods to compensate for being so unabashedly fat~?” You asked gently.

You couldn't see Spamton's face from where you were but his light shiver and twitching of his dick told you he enjoyed the teasing. “GOTTA... GOTTA BE BIG... THE BIGGEST...” the fat Addison moaned.

As Spamton's own hands moved to hold onto his belly, you wrapped both hands around his penis and began to rub up and down the member. Simultaneously you gently kissed first the area around it, and then eventually the head of his cock. Spamton moaned softly in approval.

You let your lips tease his dick for a little while, but Spamton was clearly more pent up than you had assumed. He tried to thrust his hips towards you, but only managed to twitch in place ever so slightly, jiggling for a few seconds afterwards.

“C-COME ON.... PLEASE.... I NEED.... INSIDE...” He moaned.

Fine, fine. You couldn't keep teasing him forever. So, at last, you put your lips around his cock.

Spamton moaned out in what genuinely sounded like relief, as you took in more and more of him. It was quite a task with a boner nearly as thick as a CyBear can, but you could manage.

Just the curiosity of whether you could do it made you determined to try and reach the base of Spamton's dick. You went further and further, letting your face sink into the fat around it and receiving a shuddering moan in return. However you stopped being able to go any further about an inch or two before reaching the base.

It was heavenly. A formerly fit Addison who was getting so fat that his dick was getting completely swallowed, even with enlargement mods. Oh, you could cum on the spot already.

Fondling his love-handles with your hands, you bobbed up and down Spamton's dick. The Salesman moaned more and more. And he must have been getting lost in the feeling, because he let his belly drop onto your head.

Your head was weighed down so much you were stuck. His hands fell to his sides as you felt him sink further into the car's seat. Again he tried to thrust his hips towards you but didn't really make it, falling back further than he had tried to shoot forward.

After a few minutes, you heard his breathing get heavier and he moaned out: “FUCK FUCK FUCK I'M GONNA CUM!” Accompanied by his loudest moan so far, he shot his load into your mouth. He really Did have a Lot pent up because your mouth was quickly filling faster than you could swallow.

Wriggling your shoulders a little and lifting his belly off of yourself, you sat back up again and wiped your mouth. Meanwhile, Spamton was still shooting cum. Shame he was a white Addison though. The liquid was hardly visible on his skin.

He opened his eyes and gave you another pleading look. Despite only knowing the salesman for a day, you were well aware of what this look meant. He wanted more, much more.

And you would be more than happy to oblige, since you certainly weren't satisfied with just a blowjob either. You hadn't even gotten to get yourself off yet, after all!

Your wordless understanding with one another made Spamton reach out his hands and wriggle his hips in a desperate attempt to properly sit up. You got the hint, and grabbed his hands to pull him forward a little.

And despite the impossible odds of his heavy, doughy body the two of you managed to pull him up just enough for him to manage to hoist himself up further to the point where he was on his knees, looking down at you from where his head grazed the car's ceiling.

There was a bit of creaking accompanying his movements, but neither of you paid it any mind.

Despite panting so heavily the car's windows were already fogging up and sweating out a small puddle (metaphorically (maybe)), he clearly wanted to keep up some semblance of his past hookups. The salesman leaned one arm against the backrest of the seat and gave you a smile that was slipping closer to award-losing rather than award-winning

“SO YOU'VE (hah) HAD A TASTE OF THE (whew) OF THE BIG SHOT... BUT ARE YOU READY.... FOR A FREE RIDE?” he barely managed to wheeze out.

That was such a stupidly corny pick-up line. Why the hell did it get you so aroused?

You nodded at Spamton. “Give me all you got, you Big Shot~” you said.

And he didn't need to be told twice. As soon as you turned around and opened your legs for him, he was already desperate for full-body contact.

He just about shot forward, grabbing your hips and seemingly forgetting how big and full he was as he instinctively tried to thrust his dick into you. All you felt was his belly being pressed up against your entrance, and a bit too quickly at that. Quickly his hands left your body.

“AH SHIT... FUCK” Spamton hissed, clutching his stuffed gut. He let out a couple of burps and pained moans.

You turned around and asked, “You okay? We could stop and wait for you to digest-”

“NO, NO, IT'S FINE. WE ARE NOT STOPPING NOW.” Spamton interrupted you, “JUST GOT CARRIED AWAY... BUT DON'T WORRY... THAT'S NEVER STOPPED ME BEFORE.”

The pain in his face was slowly being replaced by determination as he spoke. With a more gentle grip, he lifted his belly and laid it down on your back, angling his dick up to your hole slowly.

“You can take it more slowly, really. That's more time to enjoy the ride~” You reminded Spamton.

Spamton mumbled out a little “YEAH...” in response and gently inserted his cock. Despite the mishap earlier, the fat Addison was still obviously well experienced. He was slow and gentle on the first insertion and periodically gave you time to get used to the size of his over-modded penis.

Slowly but surely he built up a rhythm to thrust to. And now that he was less pent up, you actually both got the time to enjoy yourselves. That feeling when his fupa was pressed against your entrance and he couldn't go any deeper was glorious to you, and you found yourself clenching around his dick during those moments to enjoy it for as long as possible. Eventually he got the hint and went out slower than he'd go back in. The sensation of his belly's weight on your back was just the cherry on top.

You shuddered as an orgasm finally finally FINALLY ran through you, drenching the seat beneath you. Spamton followed suit not long after, thrusting as quickly as he could in his overfed state before he filled up your insides.

The car creaked ominously beneath you both.

You sighed wistfully but you weren't quite satisfied yet. You've been through too much today for that to be enough. You wanted to ride him too.

Gently you wiggled yourself off of Spamton's dick and turned to look at him. He had definitely sweat a stain into his spot on the seat by now, and he sat a bit uneasily. You softly pushed against his chest and he let himself fall back into the cushion. The action was accompanied by a very loud creak from the car that you both continued to ignore.

“Tired? Want me to take over now? I can have 'A ride on the Big Shot' and you can relax. How's that sound?” You asked sweetly.

You were honestly expecting Spamton to say he was done now, but he nodded furiously at you instead.

“OH (hah) PLEASE (hah) OH PLEASE.... MORE...” he wheezed. Still eager to recapture those hookups from his trim days, it seemed. Well that was just fine with you.

You climbed onto what little of Spamton's lap you could claim for yourself and began stroking his belly lovingly. By now he might have digested enough to be more comfortably stuffed than painfully stuffed. He mewled sweetly under your touch in between panting.

After a few rubs and shakes of his lovely gut, you lifted it up and got your legs in between his folds as best as you could. You had managed to position yourself so that his tip was teasing your entrance again, and you should have had just enough wiggle room to thrust on him.

“I like this (hah) way more honestly. I like getting to look at your cute flustered chubby face~” you said, and slowly trailed off into moaning as you lowered yourself onto his dick.

Spamton's red hot face was an absolute joy to watch as you went up and down on him. By now, you were used to his ridiculous width so you could freely move your hips and grope plenty of his belly as you did.

And he absolutely loved it. Now that he wasn't occupied with thrusting, he was melting like putty and moaning underneath you. He gasped and groaned oh so sweetly. It seemed like the groping made him even more aroused, as he came inside you faster this time, throwing his head back into the cushion and almost yelling.

You weren't quite done yet yourself though. You sped up your bouncing on his cock, chasing your own second orgasm for the night. The car's creaking was starting to get annoying. And maybe louder. But you were so close! You didn't want to quit here. You were too lost in the sensation. It was too wonderful. He was so full... And you were so full... So deliciously filled up to the brim...

Finally, your second orgasm of the day ran through you. But just as you were howling in release, there was one last loud creak beneath you, followed by a much louder THUD! You suddenly fell down, faceplanting into Spamton's gut.

When you had lifted your head and looked at him again, post nut clarity hit both of you like a Cungadero Wild 95. His eyes were as wide as saucers and while you sat up with ease to look around, he was struggling against his gut. But soon enough he managed to pull himself up by the backrest of the seat and was scrambling to get up and out of the car.

You realised that you should've spoken up when you saw his giant dumptruck ass squeezing through the door. Naked. Pants at his ankles. Oh dear...

“OH NO NO NO NO, OH FUCK OH SHIT OH SWEET MOTHERBOARD...” Spamton began mumbling. He seemed to be genuinely panicking. Better get out there and have a look at the damage. But first, you pulled your clothes back on. No need to flash anyone like Spamton is doing right now.

Quickly, you exited through the door that had been opened by Spamton and walked up beside him to look at the car. You couldn't help but let out an impressed whistle. It was downright comical. It almost looked straight out of a cartoon. Like the author didn't know what a car breaking down would look like and didn't feel like looking it up.

The wheels had sprung off their hinges and fallen to the floor. One of them had even rolled halfway across the parking lot as if it was trying to escape. The frontal hood had popped open, revealing the car's innards. Those seemed to be well intact but the mechanisms on the bottom were most likely damaged from hitting the floor all of a sudden.

Next to you, Spamton was still mumbling curses to himself, along with a few complaints about calling for a tow truck.

“THIS IS GOING TO BE SO EMBARSSING TO EXPLAIN DAMN IT WHAT DO I DO...?” Spamton muttered. Oh right, speaking of embarrassing...

You decided to just say it bluntly: “Uhm.... is now a bad time to mention your pants are still down?”

Another frozen shock, a hand shooting down to his exposed thigh. And now Spamton was outright screaming: “WHAT?! SHIT FUCK FUCK DAMN IT!”

You couldn't help but giggle as he fruitlessly flailed in place, trying to reach his pair of trousers. Of course, that gut and those thunder thighs weren't going to make that possible. “Well at least you're covering up the modded beast either way.” You said.

His face turned as red as his stained suit jacket. “NOT FUNNY! HELP ME PULL THEM UP NOW!” He yelled.

You obliged, of course. You weren't cruel. After picking up the extra elastic waistband and pulling it up over his thighs and underbelly, you handed Spamton the waistband and he hastily pulled it over his belly button. That's already gotten him back to being halfway decent for the public!

He tried to button his undershirt again as well but paused when he reached his chest. He turned to glare at you again, though it didn't feel like he was actually mad at you. Just at the situation as a whole. He sighed heavily.

“COULD YOU... PLEASE BUtton this for me...? I can't reach past my chest...” He asked as silently as he could.

The shame on his face was pretty unwarranted in your opinion. You HAD expressed plenty of times today how much you enjoyed his size. Still, you nodded and started buttoning his undershirt.

Poor guy. All his confidence came crashing down just like the Cungadero you had been fucking in. The concept of being seen enjoying his fat this much in public must have spooked him quite thoroughly. You just silently hoped this wouldn't make him drop any of his appreciation for that beautiful body.

You stopped buttoning Spamton's undershirt when you noticed the gap still left in the middle of his gut. Oh, right... The missing button. One glance at Spamton told you he was also well aware of it, and his face didn't get any less red.

“GREAT...” he mumbled, “JUST PERFECT... I'LL UH... I'LL JUST SAY IT'S A WARDROBE MALFUNCTION OR SOMETHING... OR MAYBE WE GOT IN A CAR CRASH...” He glanced at you and seemed like he was contemplating ripping your clothes to shreds. You took a step back just in case.

“Look, there's a good chance they won't even ask, and even then we don't owe anyone any explanations.” You offered.

Spamton mulled over your initial statement in his mind for a few seconds. Eventually he nodded in agreement. “GOOD ENOUGH I GUESS...” he said, beginning to slowly lumber towards the fast food restaurant.

You followed him silently, but were stopped when he turned around and gave you a bashful smile.

“BUT UH... EVEN... Even if this ended up well... crashing down... I... I really liked doing this...” Spamton said, looking away and chuckling at himself, “I haven't felt... appreciated like this in quite a while... Maybe we could uh... do this again?” Working up the courage to look at you, Spamton gave you a real smile, no showboaty bravado attached.

You couldn't help but get flustered, but this time in a giddy and joyful way instead of the raw horniness that had dominated your mind for the majority of the day.

Grinning at Spamton, you nodded enthusiastically. “I would love that!” you said, “Do you have uh... a private cell or something? I wouldn't want to intrude on your business calls.”

Spamton guffawed “I WOULDN'T MIND AT ALL IF YOU DID. BUT STILL, YOU CAN HAVE A DIRECT LINE.” He dug around in an inside pocket of his suit and pulled out a business card and a pen. Scratching out the given Big Shot Autos phone number and writing a different one in its place, he handed the altered card to you with a playful wink. “YOU CAN CALL ME WHENEVER YOU WANT, SWEETHEART. I PROMISE I'LL MAKE TIME FOR YOU NO MATTER WHAT”

And with that he gave you one last smile before turning and entering the store to call for a pick-up back into the city. You followed him into the building, already looking forward to being stuck with Spamton in a car for the last time today, but definitely not the last time of your life.

[rattfinkswife]

The quaint village of Everwood lay nestled in the embrace of the Whispering Forest, its cobblestone streets shimmering with the promise of the first snowfall. The anticipation hung in the crisp air, a gentle reminder of the enchanting winters that had captured the hearts of its inhabitants for centuries.

Rattfink, known for his villainous roles in the local theatrical troupe, trudged through the snow-laden streets with a furrowed brow. The chilly wind bit at his cheeks, and he tugged his cloak tighter, his breath misting in the frosty air. Despite his reputation, Rattfink was not an evil soul—just misunderstood. His heart grew heavier with each step towards the warm, familiar glow of the tavern where he sought refuge from the cold. He craved the comfort of a hot mead and the camaraderie of his fellow townsfolk.

Alex-Mae, Rattfink's clever wife, watched him from the tavern window, her eyes gleaming with mischief. The warmth from the hearth kissed her cheeks as she leaned against the sill, a knowing smile playing upon her lips. She had a surprise planned for him tonight, something to remind him that even the most feared villain deserved a hero's welcome. As the bell jingled with his entrance, she couldn't help but chuckle at his grumpy demeanor. "RJ, darling," she called out, using the nickname she knew he secretly adored, "how was the rehearsal?"

Rattfink's expression softened at the sound of her voice. He stomped the snow from his boots and made his way to the counter, tossing his cloak over a nearby chair. "Same as always," he grumbled, his voice a mix of weariness and irritation. "They still don't get that I'm not really the villain outside the stage."

Alex-Mae's smile grew wider, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She sauntered over, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Oh, come now, you know they're just playing along. Besides, it's not so bad being feared and revered." She leaned in, whispering, "It's what makes you so mysterious and intriguing."

He couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Thanks, Alex-Mae," he said dryly, though there was a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But sometimes, I just wish they knew the real me." He sighed, accepting the hot mead she had waiting for him. "They don't realize the effort it takes to be a good villain."

Alex-Mae chuckled, her eyes sparkling with affection for her husband. "The real you is what makes the villain so convincing," she said, her voice low and playful. She took a seat beside him, her own mug of steaming tea cradled in her hands. "But if they knew the charming, loveable rogue you are at home, they might just start casting you as the hero." She took a sip, watching him over the rim of her cup. "Besides, you know I think you're perfect just the way you are."

Rattfink's smirk grew into a full-fledged smile, his blue eyes meeting hers. "And that's what keeps me coming back to this place," he said, his tone filled with warmth. He took a swig of his mead, the sweet warmth spreading through his chest, easing his tension. "But I can't deny it gets tiring, always being the one they boo at the end of the play."

Alex-Mae's hand slipped from his shoulder to his, her grip firm and reassuring. "Well, tonight, you're the hero in my book," she said, her voice as smooth as silk. "And I have a little something to help you feel like one." She leaned closer, her crimson lips curling into a wicked smile. "But first, tell me about Roland. How's he been? I know you two have your... moments."

Rattfink took a deep breath, his eyes drifting to the flickering candles on the table. "Roland," he began, his voice filled with a peculiar mix of annoyance and fondness. "He means well, but sometimes... I don't know." He took a sip of his mead, the warmth of it contrasting with the chill outside. "It's like he thinks the whole world is a stage, and he's the star of the show."

Alex-Mae's laughter tinkled like the icicles outside, light and clear. "Ah, yes, our dear Roland," she said, her eyes alight with amusement. "Always eager to save the day and steal the spotlight. But tell me, what's really been going on between the two of you?" She leaned in closer, her curiosity piqued. "Has he been particularly... heroic today?"

Rattfink couldn't help but chuckle at her choice of words. "He's been his usual self," he admitted, his smile fading slightly. "But today, something was different. He actually asked for advice on his performance. Can you believe it?" He took another sip of his mead, watching the flames in the hearth dance shadows across the tavern walls.

Alex-Mae raised a perfectly-arched eyebrow, her grip on his hand tightening with surprise. "Roland? Asking for advice?" she repeated, her tone incredulous. "Now that is something new. What did he want to know?" She leaned back in her chair, her curiosity now fully engaged.

Rattfink shrugged, his smile turning into a thoughtful expression. "He was worried about the finale of the play," he said, swirling his mead in his mug. "Thinks the crowd might not buy into his heroic sacrifice if it seems too... well, rehearsed. Can you imagine?" He took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the tavern wrap around him like a second skin. "It's like he's finally realizing that there's more to acting than just memorizing lines and striking poses."

Alex-Mae's eyes danced with mischief as she leaned in closer to Rattfink. "Well, if he's looking for authenticity," she whispered, "who better to teach him than the master of nuance?" She gave his hand a playful squeeze before letting go to stand up. The firelight cast a warm glow across her features, highlighting the sharpness of her cheekbones and the softness of her skin. "Why don't you show him what it truly means to be a hero?" She sailed over to the tavern's corner, where a dusty old chest sat beneath a pile of forgotten props. With a flourish, she pulled out a tattered, yet noble-looking cloak and a wooden sword with a gilded handle. "Here," she said, presenting them to Rattfink with a flourish, "let's give him a taste of your own medicine."

Rattfink stared at the cloak and sword with a mix of amusement and skepticism. He knew his wife's schemes were often more clever than they had any right to be, but this was a new level of brilliance. He took the items with a chuckle, feeling the weight of the fake weapon in his hand. "Alright, what do you have in mind?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. The idea of turning the tables on Roland was too tempting to resist. He threw the cloak over his shoulders and took a dramatic pose, the fabric fluttering around him like a dark cape. "Should I challenge him to a duel of wits?"

"Better than that," Alex-Mae said with a sly grin. She grabbed her own cloak, which was a vibrant shade of emerald with gold trim. "We'll stage an impromptu performance right here, in the tavern. You'll play the hero, and I'll be your trusty sidekick." She winked at him, the mischief in her eyes growing. "Just think, you can show off your acting chops and give Roland a taste of his own heroics. It'll be a hoot!"

[sseniita]

two royals, one stone

part one!! (prologue)

After the war, the Prince thought he had lost everything. His kingdom was in shambles and abandoned, left to fend for themselves under the rule of a foreign King. To add insult to injury the Prince was captured and hidden in the enemy’s dungeon. Hopeless and angry. Until the 13th day that the Queen went to visit him, her heels clicking against the slippery cobblestone. She came unaccompanied by guard with only a lantern lighting her way.

“You want me for what?” the Prince asked through the rusted bars of his cell. The Queen was at an arm’s length from the Prince. He could have grabbed her and threatened to break her neck if she didn’t hand over the keys. Yet something inside the Prince warned him not to. The Queen was older but looked beautiful and kind. Her bright colours were washed out by the darkness enveloping the dungeon. Her gown looked uncomfortable and unnecessary for any occasion that didn't involve ballrooms and dancing. I’ll never understand these northern kingdom attires, thought the prince. The Queen shone like the sun, and smiled just as brightly and she explained. 

“Take my daughter eastward. If not a scratch is laid on her, then you shall have your kingdom returned.” The Queen repeated, as if rehearsed- straight, direct and brave. It was an insult, for something to be stolen from the Prince and then ask of him to work to get it back.

The war between the Prince's Forested Kingdom and the Shining Kingdom they were in now was one written in stone. A burden passed on by the Prince's mother to him. The shining kingdom had always hated the Prince's home. Dirty, dark and evil were the kindest of names used in the feud. Finally, the forested kingdom fell because of a fatal miscalculation the Prince had made. He had to save his kingdom and this might have been his only chance.

“Why me? What’s the catch?” 

“I mean no deception. The journey east is dangerous but required. She needs protection, and who better than the prince who single handedly fended off my army for months.” 

The Prince scoffed. “I didn’t do anything.” 

“Only a fool would believe that. I have reports of you as you handled both your sword in battle and plans in your war room. If it wasn’t for you, your kingdom wouldn’t be rebelling as it is now.” 

The Prince’s head perked. This was the first he heard of a rebellion. The guards teased about his people dying. Cruel lies. 

“They’re giving you trouble, are they?” He said proudly. 

“Yes. Tremendously so.” the Queen winced, forgetting herself.

“Why should I do anything for you? You want my kingdom controlled, only I can do that. I’d be doing you a favour by just returning to my kingdom, leaving you to rule over your own."

“Perhaps. But I am not dull. I need leverage to make sure you don't attack and I need something done. Something only you can do right."

Two birds with one stone. The Princes clenched his fist. He was being used.

"I suppose I should perhaps rephrase. Take my daughter east, make sure she arrives in perfect condition and you shall be returned to your kingdom that we will rebuild once you agree to a truce and you will control your people. And yes, I'll be the first to admit our mistake." The Queen rolled her eyes.

"If even one scratch is inflicted on her at any point or if any traitorous activity is noticed you shall be beheaded, and your corpse burned on enemy territory.” 

"And if I don't?"

"Feel free to rot, your highness." The queen smirked. "If you don't take my deal, you'll never see the light of day."

As the Queen said those words it began to sound like a wager. The kindness in her voice was gone, replaced by something sinister and protective, but her face remained kind. The Prince almost wanted to reason with her. 

“And your husband?”

“I will deal with my husband the moment my daughter arrives in the eastern territories.” 

“How do I know you're not lying?” 

“If I were lying you would quickly figure it out and kill the Princess. I would never risk that loss.” 

“And lets say I believe you’re telling the truth-”

“Then that would mean we have a deal.” The Queen interrupted, a smile reforming on her face. “So?” 

The Prince trusted no one, and that included the foreign Queen. Even if this was all lie he could runaway back to his kingdom. He doubted it'd be that easy but if he could make it East and there was the slightest chance the Queen kept her side of the deal- the Prince had to take it.

"East? Past the forbidden woods." The Prince's mind connected the dots. "The Sun Chapel. It wouldn't've have anything to do with that. Right?" The Sun chapel was shrouded in mystery and legends. Most bad, most involving the Shining Kingdom.

The Queen didn't respond. The Princes sighed, despite himself he laughed, not believing the utter mistake he was about to commit.

The Prince hadn’t met the Princess but there were rumours of her involvement in an ancient prophecy or that she had been cursed since birth. Tales of the Princess often involved irresistible beauty and grace or painful, inevitable misfortunes. Well, the Prince had a curse of his own, he couldn’t say no to a wager. 

[dragonfly0808]

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❤️- Favorite line in a fic… ufff I like- honestly can’t chose a single line, I feel like my fics are more about whole moments not singular lines if that makes sense but I will say the Crystal Labyrinth/You’re On Your Own Kid, You Always Have Been are some of the best chapters I’ve every written and hold a very special place in my heart

💥- One canon thing I wish I could change… honestly I’d end it at s4. Or maybe not de-age the girls and allow them to keep growing up

👻- Wildest headcanon… I headcanon that the boys have memorized and rehearsed full fight-scenes from Star Wars

🎁- Piece of a WIP, here’s a tiny bit of the EAH rewrite.

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Raven had been ignoring Apple, she knew they’d eventually have to talk but she wanted to avoid it and put it off for as long as she could.

She skipped breakfast and headed for her first class, which was of course, General Villany.

It seemed that Lizzie hadn’t been successful in getting them actual classrooms, she thought as she headed down damp, dimly lit stairs to get to the dungeons.

There were already two people in the dungeon, Faybelle and Ginger, daughters of Maleficent and the Candy Witch respectively.

And of course, Faybelle was harassing Ginger, seemingly having just pulled one of her pink pigtails, “So? What do you think? You rather me spill about your little crush on Blondie’s show or should I just spell it out at cheerleading practice?”

“Leave her alone Faybelle. Literally no one cares.” Raven said, letting her book fall harshly on one of the desks, making both the girls jump.

Faybelle rolled her eyes, “Stay out of this Raven. This has nothing to do with you.”

Raven let her eyes flash violet with power, which made Faybelle hesitate to keep going, but not for long, but right as she was going to say something else-

“Stop your blabbing Fay, if I have to bear with it every class I’d rather chop off my own ears. No one cares.” Sparrow said as he dumped his books on a desk to Raven’s right, turning to Ginger, “Hey pinkie, brought any treats?”

“I made cookies.” Ginger said hesitantly.

“Sugar or chocolate chip?”

“Chocolate chip.”

“Score.”

Ginger brought out a plastic container filled with treats, which Sparrow gladly took.

Raven frowned, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m a thief remember?”

They heard cussing coming from the dim staircase and Lizzie appeared, clearly barely having avoided falling down, “That’s it! If they won’t give us a proper classroom we should at least have some fucking decent lighting! I mean seriously, how are we supposed to take notes if we can’t even see our own hands?! Uuurrgh!”

Lizzie stomped her foot before going to sit down at Raven’s other side.

Raven kicked Sparrow’s shin to get him to relinquish Ginger’s treats and offered Lizzie some of the cookies, “These are really good.” Raven said after trying one herself.

“Thanks!” Ginger hadn’t meet her eyes yet, but Raven was starting to suspect it was more because of the girl’s shyness than it was Raven’s status as daughter-of-the-Evil-Queen, “It’s actually a new tweaked recipe that I-”

“Silence!” They all sat a little straighter as Professor Badwolf emerged from the shadows in his wolf form, long fangs showing and a snarl on his face as he slowly inspected them, “Bringing treats for classmates? Sharing said treats? Making small talk?! Compliments?! Is not one of you enthusiastic about being villains?!”

Faybelle jumped to her feet, pompoms in hand, “I am! Come on! Give me a V! Give me an I! Give me an L! Give me another L! Give me an A! Give me an I! Give me an N! What does that spell?”

“Villain?” Ginger offered half-heartedly after an awkward minute of silence.

“I think it’s loser.” Sparrow said with a smirk.

“To me it sounded like annoying and ass kisser.” Lizzie finished with a smirk of her own.

Raven couldn’t help but snort as Professor Badwolf went to pinch the bridge of his nose and mumble something about at least having a few good comebacks.

At least no one in this class seemed to fear her all that much.

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🎨- Honestly any fanfic at all would be insane but specifically maybe smth from a fight, smth Daphne/Valtor related or for smth very specific, s3 when Bloom is trying to get Timmy to open the door while Tecna is lost in Omega

[fallingforel]

Arabella pt6-red lights indicate doors are secure.

“tell me what they’re like please please Lula please” I say

“No because they’re literally in that trailer there go on”

I run up opening the door only to be met with a pair of familiar brown chocolate eyes

“Alex?”

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A/N. and it's finally here, chap 6, things pick up quite a bit in this chapter at the end, and so I really do hope you enjoy, It's based on one of my favourite songs from wpsiamtwin, so I really do hope you enjoy this series as much as I do and as always my box is open always.

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masterlist.

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“y/n, was wondering when you’d show.” he says to me smirking with a big slapstick grin on his face.

“you knew about this?”

“yes, had it planned for months because I kept saying how much I wanted to meet ya, get to know ya, and then Matt had this idea of making an evil twin music video, said he wanted to do it somewhere hot so chose mexico and then I met ya a couple of weeks later as if by fate, and I seriously was gonna tell ya but we got so into it, it had to be done so here you are shooting our evil twin music video for us, if ya want to that is of course?” 

“of course I want to Al, I was just a bit shocked that’s all”

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And so shooting begins and within due course (a day and a half) we are wrapped I can’t lie it killed me being so “in love” with Matt and Alex’s eyes looked like they could shoot daggers across the room, Matt even whispered in my ear at some point saying 

“don’t worry about him, he’s just worried that you’ll find someone better, not being at that wedding killed him you know.” 

“I know, left early anyway, people from wilmslow suck” 

Matt just shrugs it off with a laugh not realising the truth I meant behind it.

As soon as the director shouted "That's a wrap" Alex was running to me and he kissed me all over the face.

"you looked so gorgeous, didn't like the fact that you were so in awe of matt during filming but here we are"

"I didn't like being in awe of Matt either Al, but it's over now babe"

"HEY! WHAT'S SO WRONG WITH ME Y/N? YOU'D BE LUCKY TO HAVE ME!" Matt piped up clearly overhearing mine and Alex's conversation.

"Nothing Matt, just that your not Al that's all"

"I understand, Alex is quite fit" Matt piped back up, which had everyone laughing their lungs off.

"OKAY EVERYONE, AS A CELEBRATION, DRINKS WILL BE HAD AT THE SUL LAGO THE NIGHT CLUB DOWN THE ROAD, COME JOIN IT'S GONNA BE SICK, MEET BACK HERE IN 2 HOURS" the director shouted breaking everyone's laughs swiftly switching the subject of the conversation.

"come back to my hotel room? got stuff to put away be nice to spend some time together have a catchup." I ask alex nudging my elbow lightly into his side, gaining his attention again from speaking to someone on his otherside.

"yeah, that would be nice, come on then doll."

"LU! WERE GOING NOW SEE YOU LATER?"

"YEAH BE NICE Y/N/N I'LL SEE YOU IN A FEW HOURS CAR WITH ALL YOUR STUFF IS STRAIGHT DOWN THERE"

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Alex and I make it back in one piece, and I throw my suitcase on the bed and then my back aswell Alex copying my actions and landing on his front on top of me.

"so, y/n/n. How was the wedding honey?"

"It was good saw my mum the night before after the rehearsal dinner, Matty G and I all slept in my teenage bed, honestly don't know how we did it when we were 17, it was such a squeeze I slept like count dracular, then we had some grass at the reception smoked some with the bride and Matty and I did coke aswell, I saw my ex so Matty and I left around 5 past three we went back to the hotel and had a heart to heart, would've been better had you been there, would've loved to shown you off to the whore's of wilmslow though"

"sounds good, How did you sleep in the same bed as Matty and George though, couldn't have been comfortable for you I'm sure"

"It wasn't, come on enough about me what did you do after you slipped out?"

"went back to mine had to pack for 2 months because tour starts literally next week, then I went over to Matt's he wasn't there turns out he wasn't even there, slept at some birds apparently, Jamie and Nick were there though, all of us were packed, fucker ended up making us miss our flight to mexico so we had to get the later one got here about 1 am this morning, time differences are a complete headfuck man, so slept off the jet lag, we should probably think about getting ready. You got a dress?"

"of course I have. I'm not dumb Alex as much as my personality may portray."

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3 hours Later Alex and I were back at the shooting Location, we were the last to arrive, not on purpose, some might say we were getting ready, others might say that we were in eachother, the latter would be correct.

"Fucking finally, took you two long enough, what were you two up to? Jumping eachothers bones?" Matt piped up when we were close enough to hear him, Alex and I just looked at eachother and giggles

"right enough I don't care can we go get fucked now" Talulah spoke up from Matt's side. "These two are so sickening sober."

"yeah lets go, COME ON EVERYONE ENOUGH OF THE CHITCHAT WE'VE GOT SOME DRINKS TO CONSUME" Matt said shouting the last part, breaking everyone's conversation, gaining their eyes to him.

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The walk was short to the club, everyone got in. The club owner had his eyes on me though, everyone did, turns out I was quite popular over here, apparently the perfume advert I did when I was 16 was plastered on every billboard, was quite overwhelming when everyones eyes were on me, whether it was because Alex was beside me or not I'm not too sure.

"You alright darlin' do you want sommet to drink?" Alex said from beside me, breaking my train of thought, not moving his hand from the small of my back.

"vodka coke please, love"

"comin right up stay there, mingle if you want I'll come find ya" he says before leaning down to kiss me on the lips.

And so not wanting to look like a loner I go and find Matt and Talullah they had both taken a heavy liking to eachother, looking around I catch eyes with Talullah and she waves at me and beside her was of course Matt, they were both freshly single so honestly this was a good thing. Alex had told me that Matt had been crying over his ex for the past three weeks and Talullah was doing the exact same except down the phone and on facetime so I'm happy for them, even if it does only last the rest of the time we are here at least they aren't crying to Alex and I.

"Hey! Wheres Al?" Matt shouts over the music with Talullah dancing with him and so I join in dancing with Tallulah aswell. "Gone to get drinks shouldn't be too long, eager to get that vodka and coke in me" and as soon as I finished my sentence like he heard me, Alex appeared pulling me away from Tallulah and passed me my drink. Just then a slow song came on and I put my arms round his neck and we swayed to the music kissing every now and again and then resting our foreheads against eachother and mouthing the lyrics to eachother.

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After a couple more drinks and songs, the club lights came on signaling that it was time to go and so Alex drags me out. And while we're waiting for the rest of them to come out I pull out my cigarettes and light it.

"Can I have one please left mine at the hotel, was too wrapped up in your essence to remember"

"of course you can I have loads bought them in duty free last month"

"thanks babe"

And so as were smoking Matt and Tallulah come out arms wrapped around eachother laughing, stopping just before us.

"woah whos the hottie in the cheetah print coat" Talullah says coming up to me giving me a hug before Alex says "careful lula she's not yours" "Piss off Turner"

Shortly after Lula and I's hug we're joined by Jamie and Nick and we make a collective decision to go get some greasy food, that being the alcohol we've all consumed fault, so we shortly find the closest thing we could get to a kebab shop and get some food, while waiting for our food Alex and I sit down and I rest my head on his shoulder, sighing and he wraps his arms around me, and we have a hug while waiting for our food.

Shortly after we make our way to the taxi rank, but as I'm looking for some cash to pay the driver later, I realise I have none "Al I'm gonna have to nip to the bank quickly gotta get some cash out to pay this driver. Hold my food I'll be quick I saw an ATM just a few paces back that way" "okay gorgeous don't be too long" he says before giving me a peck on the lips.

I quickly get some cash out an return to where everyone is standing, Lula's got her head in a taxi window clearly raising her voice at the driver "well I think that's a stupid rule it's literally a five minute drive down the road, there's only six of us it's not that deep" I turn to Al asking him what's going on. "won't let us have six in told lula no, not with food think he struggles with english won't lie to ya doll"

"well your coming back to my hotel aren't ya" he nods his head in reply. "I'll get one with you, lula and Matt can get one and then Jamie and Nick can get one together, simple" I say back just as Lula steps away from the window whispering to herself "mexican twat"

"Lu, you get one with Matt, Al wil get one with me and Jamie and Nick can get one, no need to get all mouthy"

"yeah but it just saves fares for all of us though, plus I thought we'd all want to hang out with eachother a bit more"

"Lu, as much as I love you darlin' I think we're all a tiny bit too tired to be hanging out anymore tonight aren't you guys?" I ask looking around at the other four earning either nods of the head or half-hearted "yeahs"

"fine"

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And so It's sorted and soon enough Alex and I are back at my hotel room getting in and eating our food on the bed and talking.

"did you see that girl with the green dress? she talked to me at the bar, she was gorgeous, but you're better than her darlin, just as good that a lad drinking his smirnoff came and bought her cocktail though, she looked sad think she might've been through a breakup."

"awwh thanks, and yeah I did see. that's nice of that lad though, probably wanted to get in her pants, probs on a lads holiday and wanted to score, saw his mates necking on with girls earlier on"

"yeah probably did you also see that sketch near the taxi rank?"

"you mean the one with Lula and that taxi man? Yeah that was absolutely fucking hilarious" I say giggling

"Yeah that was fucking hilarious, but that wasn't the one I was going on about, think you missed it must've been when you went to the bank"

"Yeah? what happened"

"well, these two lads were squaring up proper shouting, bout who was next in the queue"

"That seems so silly, men eh?"

"not when they've both had a few you could smell the alcohol on the both of them from a mile off, so this girl got involved she said something like calm down your tempers, you shouldn't get so annoyed, you're acting like silly little boys but they wanted to be men and do some fighting in the street I think at one point lula egged em on said no surrender no chance of retreat"

"sounds like a proper english fight, Also how stupid was our taxi driver, charged us 54 mexican peso for going about a yard, also kept on having to repeat where we were going, that really peed me off, I just wanted a nice conversation or a cuddle with you"

"I know, I tried to drunk plot hatching a jump out the taxi, but the red lights were showing and you know what the red lights mean don't ya doll?"

"no what do they mean Al?"

"that they're secure."

"ahh, you done with your food I'll bag it up and pop it in the bin gotta get ready for bed I'm shattered babe"

"yeah here ya go"

"thanks babe"

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And before you could say Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious I was beside Alex in bed checking my phone before bed only to open it up to

-14 missed calls from "G 💙"

-6 missed calls from "Ads"

-2 missed calls from "macdonalds 🍟"

2 messages from "G 💙"

y/n/n where does Matty go he's not turned up for studio time? He's not shown. you know him best. this is a big deal you know how long he's wanted this for he wouldn't miss this is something BIG

4 messages from "Ads

"y/n please we're desperate I know you're living it up big now but we can't lose this now especially after moving our whole lives out of wilmslow" "y/n please I'm begging" "you know how deep this is" "Call me IMMEDIATELY"

3 messages from "macdonalds 🍟"

"y/n You're probably asleep in mexico right now but please" "call one of us now, anyone of us" "hell even Matty, just I need to know he's safe, I need to know you're safe as well y/n/n 🤍"

4 messages from "stink 😷"

"y/n please come homeee" "I need you" "I don't know how to deal with this" "mum and dad ave split, oh and Annies dead too"

"fuck" I say out loud forgetting that Alex is beside me, which gets him asking me if everything is okay. "Not really, I leave for a few days and the lads bottle everything without me there, I need to go home Al, wiil you phone me a taxi to the airport I'll explain everything later to you"

"yeah okay, promise me you'll explain though"

"yeah, course could never think not too"

And so It's official I'm on my way home to sort out Matty's heart, not realising in order to do that, I'd have to sort mine out too.

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end of chap. 6

[aspenmissing]

𝙽𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Upstairs, the three are stood around a table and Y/N picks up a clip from the table and loads her weapon, alongside Dean and Sam. The three stand in dead silence before Sam sighs, breaking the tension.

"We're just gonna let Ruby rot down there?" Sam asks.

"That's the idea" Y/N answers, not looking up from her gun.

"Guys, what if, uh..." Sam trails off "What if Ruby's right? What if I can take out Lilith?" Dean looks up at him making Sam roll his eyes.

"Quit looking at me like that"

"What, are you gonna give her the Carrie-stare and Lilith goes 'poof'?" Y/N says, looking up at Sam.

"I don't know what Ruby meant. You know, maybe we should just go ask her"

"Sam, you wanted the knife—I got you the knife" Y/N says, walking over to another table.

"Dean, just listen to me for a second. Last time Lilith snapped her fingers and put thirty demons on our ass, and all we got one little knife? I mean, like you said, we go in smart or we don't go in at all"

"Well, this ain't smart" Y/N says as she turns to face them.

"We got one shot at this, Dean. Just one. So, if there's a sure-fire way then maybe we should just talk about it" Sam walks up to him as he speaks.

"Guys. We are not gonna make the same mistake all over again"

"You said that but what does it even mean?" Dean asks.

"Don't you see a pattern here?" Y/N asks "Dad's deal, my deal, now this? I mean every time one of us is - is - is up the creek the other is begging to sell their soul" Y/N looks to Sam. "That's all this is, Sam. Ruby's just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it's paved with and you know where it's going." Y/N turns around, sitting down against a table and picks up the weapons again. Sam and Dean exchange a look before walking around to the other side of the table.

"Y/N" Sam says as he and Dean sit down next to Y/N, looking at her as she continues to assemble the weapon.

"What do you think is gonna happen?" Dean asks "This is us, we can handle it" Y/N stops what she's doing, looking at the floor and shakes her head "And if it'll save you"

"Why even risk it?" Y/N asks, looking up at her brothers. Dean's eyes avert to the table while Sam looks away for a beat then back at her with the obvious answer.

"Because you're our sister" Sam says "Because you did the same thing for us"

"Countless of times" Dean adds. Y/N scoffs.

"I know...and look how that turned out" Y/N looks at Sam, who looks away, then to Dean who also looks away "All I'm saying..." She gets a little choked up "Boys, all I'm saying is that you're my weak spots" Sam and Dean look over at her at this. Y/N gives them a quick confirmation smile "You two are. And I'm yours, just as you two are each other’s too"

"You don't mean that" Sam choked "We're..."

"We're family" Dean finishes, voice wavering a bit.

"I know" Y/N says, looking at the two "And those evil sons of bitches know it too. I mean, what we'll do for each other, you know, how far we'll go? They're using it against us"

"So what? We just stop looking out for each other?" Dean asks.

"No, we stop being martyrs, guys. We—we—we stop spreading it for these demons" Y/N says, picking up Ruby's knife and holding it up "We take this knife, and we go after Lilith our way. The way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, then, uh... then we go down swinging" Sam and Dean just look at her "What do you think?" Sam looks down on the floor, thinking, while Dean looks off to the side before the two then look back at Y/N.

"I think you totally should have been jamming ‘Eye of the Tiger’ right there" Sam joked.

"Oh, bite me" Y/N says, rising. The brothers chuckle "I totally rehearsed that speech, too" Sam smiles while Dean smirks.

"Of course, you did" Dean mutters.

"So, Indiana, huh?" Sam says.

"Yeah, where Lilith's on shore-leave" Y/N says.

"Yeah, I guess"

"Tell me something" Dean says, Sam and Y/N look at him "The hell's a demon do for fun?"

==

Later, the Winchesters are in the Impala about to leave. Y/N tries to start up the car but it won't start up and all three look a bit worried. Suddenly Bobby shows up outside Y/N’s door, scaring the three with his sudden appearance.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bobby asks. Y/N looks at him and the distributor cap he holds in his hand. After a beat, the three siblings get out of the Impala and walk up to Bobby, who's not looking happy. But then neither is Y/N.

"We got the knife" Y/N says.

"And you intend to use it without me" Dean comes from around the car while Sam gets out the back and the two stand in the middle besides Y/N and Bobby, watching them "Do I look like a ditchable prom-date to you?"

"No, Bobby. Of course not" Sam says.

"Who'd ditch you?" Dean jokes.

"This is about us. Ok? This isn't your fight" Y/N says. Bobby walks up to Y/N, furious by those words.

"The hell it isn't!" Y/N looks at him, taken aback by this "Family don't end with blood, kid. Besides, you need me"

"Bobby" Y/N trails off.

"You're playing wounded. Tell me, how many hallucinations have you had so far?" Bobby asks. The brothers look at him, confused. They look over at Y/N who turns to look at them, tilts her head one time and then turns back to Bobby.

"How'd you know?" Y/N asks.

"Because that's what happens when you've got hellhounds on your butt" Bobby answers "And because I'm smart" Y/N looks down on the ground, as Sam and Dean watches her. Bobby hands Y/N the distributor cap "I'll follow" Bobby walks away from the siblings, over to his own car. After a moment, Y/N walks over to the hood of her car, ready to put back the part "Don't be stopping to pee every ten minutes earlier" Y/N stops in her tracks, shaking her head a bit with raised brow.

"Look who's talking" She mutters. She turns around looking back at Sam and Dean who look at her and sighs.

==

The four are driving down the road, on their way to Indiana. Y/N sits in the driver’s seat; Sam sits in the passenger while Dean is laid across the back seat asleep.

"Hey, Y/N?" Sam asks.

"Yeah?"

"You know if this doesn't uh...this doesn't go the way we want, I want you to know-"

"No." Y/N says "No, no, no, no"

"No what?" Sam asks. Y/N looks over at Sam.

"No, you're not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech, okay?" Y/N says "And if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward" Sam looks down and out the window and Y/N turns back to the road "You know what I do want?" She reaches down to the radio and starts up Bon Jovi's ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’ and Sam looks a bit "eeh?"

"Bon Jovi?" Sam asks.

"Bon Jovi rocks, on occasion" Y/N says, looking over at Sam to underline her statement. When Sam looks away, Y/N turns back to the road and begins to sing along with Bon Jovi.

"And I walk these streets" Y/N sings "And loaded six-string on my back / I play for keeps" She turns to Sam, nudging him "Come on" She goes back to singing "'Cause I might not make it back / I've been everywhere"

"Oh yeah" Sam sings quietly.

"And I'm standing tall" Sam laughs and sings along with her.

"I've seen a million faces / And I rocked 'em all / 'Cause I'm a cowboy / On a steel horse I ride / I'm wanted" The two sings together, Y/N looking over at Sam who's really getting into it.

"WANTED!" She looks back on the road and Sam smiles as he sings with her.

"Dead or alive" The two sing in unison.

"Dead or ALIVE" Sam sings. Y/N begins to lose the will to sing and her smile is beginning to fade. "Dead or alive" Sam just continues to sing, laugh and smile, "Dead or alive" not noticing how Y/N is suddenly taking in the lyrics, realizing how much they actually fit her and what is about to come. "Dead or alive" Her smile completely vanishes, as she's staring out the road.

==

Later, a Siren is heard behind them and the two, Dean still being asleep, doesn't react to this. Y/N looks up in her rear-view mirror as Sam looks over at her. The flashing lights from the police car are now reflecting inside the car and over their faces.

"We getting pulled over?" Sam asks. Y/N looks in her side view mirror.

"I've got a busted tail-light. It's not like we're in a hurry or nothing," Y/N says, sarcastically. "Wake Dean up." Sam begins to wake Dean up while Y/N pulls over and rolls down her window. Dean begins to sit up, rubbing his eyes and yawning while Sam hands over the license and registration to Y/N. The police officer walks up to her window, flashlight in hand. "Problem officer?"

"License and registration, please," the officer says. Y/N, not looking at him, hands out the needed papers. The officer takes and looks as it as he's talking to Y/N. "Do you realize you have a tail-light out, Miss Hagard?" Y/N looks up at him and after a beat her face falls as she looks at him as the Officer tilts his head and shines the light on him.

"Yes... " Y/N trails off. "Yes sir. Uh... you know I've been meaning to... take care of that." Y/N slowly turns her head back towards the road in front of him, her eyes dodging back at the Officer during that. "As a matter of fact..." She suddenly opens her door fast, hitting the Officer in the stomach and Y/N rushes out of the car at him.

"Y/N!" Sam shouts.

Sam and Dean open their doors, surprised by Y/N's action. Y/N punches the Officer three times in the face as Sam and Dean try to run around the car to stop him. She quickly reaches down and takes out the knife from her belt and thrusts it into the jaw of the Officer. As Bobby pulls up behind the police car, the Officer begins to flash with light, showing that Y/N just thrusts the knife into a demon. She pulls out the knife and lets go of the Officer, who falls dead to the ground. Y/N stands over him, arm behind her, panting after the fight. Sam and Dean, shocked, move up behind her. Bobby quickly runs over to them and looks down at the dead Officer/demon and he looks back up at the three, surprised and shocked.

"What the hell happened?" Bobby asks.

"Y/N just killed a demon," Sam answers.

"How'd you know?" Dean asks. Y/N still breathing heavily looks around on the ground and then turns to Sam and Dean, who are still looking shocked while Y/N looks worried.

"I just knew," She turns back and looks down at the officer. "I could see its face. Its real face under that one." Bobby, who was looking down on the Officer, looks up at him by these words. Y/N looks up at him and meets his gaze for a second.

==

The four are putting branches over the police car, to hide it from plain sight and so that nobody can find it.

"So, what, now you're seeing demons?" Sam asks.

"I've seen all kinds of things lately, but..." Y/N pauses. "nothing like this."

"Actually, it's not all that crazy," Bobby says.

"How's it not that crazy?" Y/N asks.

"Well, you've got, just over five hours to go? You're piercing the veil, Dean. You're glimpsing the B side," Y/N nods, understanding.

"A little less new age-y please," Dean says. Bobby looks at Dean.

"She's almost hell's bitch. So, she can see hell's other bitches," Dean looks at him surprised and Y/N glances over at Bobby.

"Thank you," Y/N says, smiling sarcastically.

"Well, actually it could come in pretty handy," Sam says.

"Oh, well, I'm glad my doomed soul is good for something," Y/N says sarcastically.

"Damn right it," Bobby says. "Lilith's probably got demons stashed all over town. We can't let them sound the alarm. She knows we're here, we're dead before we're started."

"Well, this is a terrific plan. I'm excited to be a part of it. Can we go, please?" Y/N asks. She begins to walk away with that and the others follow.

==

The four arrive in the street where Lilith is staying for her 'vacation'. They look through the windows of an empty and dark house to look inside the house across from them, to see a man and woman serving a little, blond girl. An old man was lying dead at the table, his head laying on its side on his plate.

"It's the little girl," Y/N says. "Her face is awful."

"Alright then, let's go. We're wasting time," Sam says. He walks past Bobby, Dean, and Y/N, behind them, and moves to the door. Y/N grabs hold of him, stopping him from leaving.

"Wait!" Y/N says.

"For what?" Dean asks. "For it to kill the rest of them?"

"Yeah, and us too if we're not careful. Look. See the real go-getter mailman on the clock at nine PM?" Sam holds up the binoculars to see the mailman sorting mail at the back of his car. Sam lowers his binoculars again.

"And Mr Rogers over there," Y/N says pointing. Sam looks through the binoculars again to see Mr Rogers, sitting in a chair in his home, smoking a pipe and reading a book, his chair facing the windows.

"Demons?" Bobby asks.

"Yes."

"Of, fine. We- we- we- we, we ninja pass those guys, sneak in," Dean says.

"Then what? Give a "Colombia necktie" to a ten-year-old girl, come on!"

"Look, Y/N, I know it's awful," Sam says.

"You think?" Y/N asks.

"This isn't just about saving you, Y/N. This is about saving everybody."

"She's gotta be stopped, kid," Bobby says. Dean, who looks contemplative, turns around and looks at Bobby and then out the window.

"Oh, damn it."

==

The mailman stands by the back of his truck, flipping through the mail. A sound is suddenly heard across the street and the mailman looks up. He sees Y/N standing by a fence, looking over at him as if he's been caught. The mailman's eyes turn demon-black and he takes off after Y/N. She runs back the way she came from, closely followed by the demon-mailman. Y/N rounds a corner of the house the fence belongs to, and when the mailman comes around the same corner a second later, he runs right into Sam holding Ruby's knife and it’s thrusted into him. Sam struggles with him as he turns around and Dean comes up behind the mailman and puts a hand over his mouth so his death doesn't alarm the rest of the demons. Sam pulls out the knife and the demon-mailman flashes with light a few times and then Dean drops him to the ground.

Minutes later, Sam grabs the knife that is pierced in Mr Rogers' belly, who's lying dead on the ground. He pulls it out and stands up next to Dean and Y/N, wiping it off on his coat sleeve. Dean and Y/N grab Mr Rogers' feet and drag him out of view. They then come back and Y/N takes off in another direction while Sam and Dean stand still, looking around.

==

Y/N runs through some trees and comes up by a fence, where Ruby suddenly appears and shoves Y/N into the fence, holding her there.

"I'd like my knife back, please," Ruby says. "Or your neck snaps like a chicken bone." Sam and Dean come up behind her and Sam holds up her knife to her throat.

"She doesn't have it," Dean says.

"Take it easy," Sam says. Ruby backs away from Y/N, releasing her from the fence. Sam and Dean stand still next to Y/N who turns around to face her.

"How the hell did you get out?" Dean asks.

"What you don't know about me could fill a book." Y/N suddenly reacts to Ruby's face, moving her head back just a bit with wider eyes.

"Whoa," Y/N says.

"What?" Ruby asks. Y/N looks to the side, not wanting to look at her anymore. She glances at Ruby once or twice but that's it.

"Nothing. I just - I couldn't see you before, but you're one ugly broad." Ruby rolls her eyes before looking at Sam.

"Sam, give me the knife before you hurt yourself."

"You'll get it when this is over," Dean says. Ruby glares at him.

"I didn't ask you." She looks over at Sam. "It's already over. I gave you a way to save Y/N, you shot me down. Now it's too late. She's dead. And I'm not gonna let you die too."

"Try and stop me, and I'll kill you. Bitch."

"Hit me with your best shot, baby," Ruby says. Y/N, who's been looking in the direction she was running towards, turns around to face them.

"Girls, girls! Hey. Have your little catfight later," Y/N says. The three follow her gaze to see half a dozen demons that were staring at them from across the street.

"So much for the element of surprise," Dean says.

"Go. Go. Run. Run!" Sam says. They open the gate and run, aiming for Lilith's house. As they do, all the demons that were staring at them are now running after them.

[britishassistant]

Speaking of musicals! yuu featuring themselves in a musical maybe? just a cool gig for laughs singing and dancing right? right?? No lol they have the villain part of the musical so they have to be intimidatingly unapproachable with charisma they aced it of course. (Lol ace pun) the villains and probably the others too are just 'whoa whoa. damn that was scary." They'll probably sing something like "I can't decide" or "all eyes on me" maybe even "world burn" *insert cool villain song here* they glare at the camera smirking and twirling with their cape and evil staff. but as soon As the camera turns off they laugh and just talk about how itchy the cape is chill.

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

(Also ace pun aaaayyyy :D)

Yuu wasn’t expecting to get invited by Yuuken to his community theater group while they were rooming together, but they decide what harm could it do to go along? He’s yet to steer them wrong or pressure them into staying if they genuinely felt uncomfortable.

Initially, they’re not entirely sure when the group asks them to help improvise a song for what seems like a very odd and disjointed play about a mountain town that’s somehow by the sea. They feel very awkward when the best they can come up with is “wow, being mean is fun”.

Eventually though they’re told that this is just a warm up exercise that’s been going on for some time. What they’re really working on (and sneakily auditioning folks for) is a musical about the Emperor of the Sun and how he got his groove back with the aid of a powerless commoner against the Advisor of the Night.

Guess which part Yuu gets given?

Funnily enough, given some literature and time to rehearse the role, they end up getting really into it. Turns out that the Advisor of the Night is fun, and it helps that the theater group has managed to uncover a song they think she might’ve sung at some point, though there’s no provenance to back it up.

There’s only a small audience that they put the play on for in the end, nothing more than a couple of friends and roommates and parents, one of whom agrees to do some amateur filming for them. So there is video evidence of Yuu doing some insane hip movements while they give their all in singing in a costume that somehow looks regal for how homemade it all is.

Afterwards, of course, Yuu’s laughing about how stuffy all the makeup they’re wearing is, that their costume is poking them in the worst places, that they’ve managed to blow out their voice from singing to hard. But as Yuuken laughs, leaning against them in his costume as the Advisor’s Assistant, it’s clear to all how much fun they’re having.

(And I like to imagine, if Yuu is absolutely entirely wasted, doing karaoke with Yuuken and the boys, they’ll belt out the lyrics to Whoreson Prison Blues and I’m Coming After You with an enthusiasm that’s almost worrying)

[littlemessyjessi]

“Completely Bananas” : Jeon Jungkook : PS Single Mom: Part Three: Imagine (Includes some Fake Text as well)

Jeon Jungkook Imagine with potential for a story if you’re interested.

Plus Sized, Single Mom Character with a sweet precious little son.  

Author’s Note:  This will contain some fake texts in the midst of the imagine.  So just keep reading the imagine after them, lol.  I felt like that was self explanatory but I’ve done it before so I thought I’d just save you the hassle.  I figured some fake texts would just be simpler than typing out the texts in the imagine, ya know.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy.   You can lemme know if you prefer it this way or the other way.  

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Jungkook ran the towel over his face again, gathering the sweat that had accumulated there.

Rehearsal had been a disaster but he tried to remember to take that as a good sign.

He'd heard it said more than once that a bad rehearsal was lucky for a good show.

He crashed down into a chair to catch his breathe while he rooted around for his phone.

A smile tugged at his lips when he noticed a text from Daisy.

He hurried to open it.  

Jungkook pocketed his phone with a smile on his face.

"Jimin-ssi!" he bellowed out mischeviously.

"Ugh, Jungkookie!" the other laughed.  "What?"

"You wanna go out later?" Jungkook smirked.

"We have a show tomorrow." Jimin said eyeing the younger suspiciously.  

"It won't be too late." Jungkook said, pretended to inspect his nail beds.  "I mean, there is a child involved."

Jimin absolutely lit up.

"Jax and Daisy?!" he asked and Jungkook nodded.

"It's Jax' birthday today and she's taking him out to eat.   She invited all of us to join them." Jungkook explained.

"I'm in." Jimin instantly agreed.  "I'm sure the others will come too.  Want me to ask?"

Jungkook smirked, "Let's divide and conquer and meet in the middle with Yoongi.  I don't think he'll say no if we both corner him and start begging."

"Evil Jungkook-ah.  I like it." Jimin said rubbing his hands together devilishly.  "I'll start with Namjoon.  He won't tell me no if I'm cute."

"Confident are we?" Jungkook snorted.

"Hey, I know my strengths." Jimin shrugged. "Hobi and Tae will go if they know we're going out.   You go fight with Jin until he caves. I'll meet you later to team up on Yoongi."

"Team up for what?"

The two of them slowly turned to look at the man in question.

Yoongi lifted an eyebrow at them, "Whatever it is, just know that I will retaliate."

"Abort! Abort!" Jimin whispered.

"Nothing, hyung!" Jungkook said and the two them took off.

Yoongi shook his head at the two of them before snatching  Jungkook's leftover chips and making off with them.

No less than an hour later, everyone had agreed to go out tonight.

Even Yoongi, who claimed they should've just asked rather than try to act like they were spies and this was Mission Impossible.  

Jungkook had happily texts Daisy to let her know that everyone was in and all but skipped back to the hotel.

He'd napped, showered, put on a nice outfit and some cologne and he was beyond excited.

Eventually the lot of them were piled into the car and headed for the restaurant.

Jungkook had been a little disappointed when Daisy had text him and let him know they just meet them there.

Especially, since they were in the same hotel and he felt like it would be a good opportunity to spend a little more time together.

But he guessed she had her reasons.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he dig it out to see another text.

Daisy: Hey, when you get here, come around back. I talked to the owners and they have a room set up for us. That way y'all dont get mobbed when you walk in.

Jungkook laughed but he knew it was true.

He guessed that was her reason for leaving earlier than them.

He relayed the information to the driver.

"That was considerate of her." Namjoon said.

"She's great, hyung. So nice." Jimin piped up. "And her little boy is the cutest."

Another text.

Daisy: Just tell them your here for the Jones party and they'll take you straight back.

Jungkook: ok, will do. We just pulled up. Be in in a second.

The seven of them made quick work of entering the building, guided through the establishment by a young host named Andi.

The place was definitely kitschy but Jungkook understood why Jax had been dying to go.

For his little jungle obsessed self, it must've been like a dream.

The place was made up to look like you were smack dab in the middle of the rainforest.

Complete with water features, animatronic animals and even sporadic "thunderstorms".

He was sure that the little boy was having the time of his life and he couldn't wait to see it.

It wasnt something he had to wait long for.

They rounded the corner and the little boy was excitedly bouncing around.

Cute as ever with his dark hair and big eyes .

A dapper little gentleman in his white shirt and loose yellow plaid pants.

"Jungkook!" He squealed and took off towards him.

Now, more than ever they were glad that Daisy had thought ahead.

Jax's little squeal would've been a beacon for attention if they had been in the main area of the restaurant.

It wasn't that they disliked it or disliked being with fans.

The members were extremely loyal to Army but there were times when they did want to blend in and of course they always had to be aware of the crazies.

"Hey, Jax!" Jungkook grinned as he scooped the little boy up into his arms.  

"You came!" Jax cheered, hugging Jungkook around the neck. 

"Of course I did! Did you think I was gonna miss out on your birthday? No way, man." Jungkook said, fingers tickling Jax's sides. 

The little boy erupted into giggles… effectively melting the hearts of anyone within his general vicinity. 

"And Mr. Jimin!" he squealed once he spotted the man. 

Jimin reached up to pinch at the little boy's cheek, "Happy birthday, Jax!" 

"Thank you!" Jax grinned.  "Do you like my pants? I picked them out and Mommy helped me pick the rest." 

"I do. You look very handsome." Jimin complimented. 

"I picked out Mommy's dress!" Jax said pointing to his mother. 

Daisy shook her head before turning a smile towards Jungkook. 

"He actually did." she said gesturing to the banana print sundress.  "I'm beginning to think the banana milk obsession is starting to become an actual problem." 

"You look beautiful." Jungkook said sincerely. 

"Thank you." she said softly.  "You look very handsome.  As you always do." 

There were a few looks shared amongst the group. 

A few members had the tact to look away while others outright gawked. 

"Jungkookie!" Jax erupted, gaining his attention.  "I thought you said you had a friend for me to meet! Who is Tae the tiger?" 

Taehyung's head snapped around, "Me?"

His dark eyes widened in response of the adorable little boy, features morphing from fierce to adorable quite quickly. 

No one was surprised by this as Taehyung absolutely adored children. 

"Hello, Tae the tiger." Jax giggled as Taehyung came closer to where he was perched in Jungkook's arms.  "I have a present for you." "For me?" Taehyung asked. "It's not my birthday though." 

"He loves to give others gifts on his birthday." Daisy said.  "His love language is gift giving so every year we get a big party pack of little toys and he hands them out to people all day on his birthday." 

"It's healing for me." Jax said matter of factly making everyone grin at the little boy.  "Plus mommy says it's good to be kind and generous to others when we can." 

"Your mommy is right." Taehyung said.  "Apparently, she is raising a little gentleman." 

"Mommy says that we are just people but in our hearts we are all good and sometimes we can give goodness to others. So I try my best to be a good boy.  Sometimes I'm not but I try my best." he said. 

"You're the best boy." Daisy said leaning over to kiss her son's cheek. 

"Aww, mommy." Jax said. "And you're the best mommy. I love you.  Please hold me when we have cake later." 

Daisy chuckled at her son, "Ok, baby."

"Ok." he said before turning his attention back to Taehyung, "Ok, Mr. Tiger man.  Please take me to the table.  You wanna help me pass out presents?  I promise I'll let you have first pick!" 

Taehyung, who needed no bribing at all, easily took the little boy from Jungkook's arms and off they went to the table where it seemed that Jax has spread out an assortment of jungle themed party favors. 

Everyone began to settle around the table all the while Taehyung was being instructed to pass out all kinds of favors from animal print sunglasses and slap bracelets to jungle animal rubber duckies to bubble containers shaped like bananas. 

"Jax, baby, come decide what you want to eat." Daisy said about to sit between Jimin and Yoongi. 

"No, mommy!" Jax erupted and she turned to look at her child as he shot out behind her and started shoving her down the table. 

Surprisingly stout for such a small child. 

"What? What are you doing?"  she asked as he kept shoving.  "Jax, stop pushing me.  Now." 

"I want to sit next to Jungkook." he said. 

"Well, you can.  The chair is open." she laughed.  "Go sit there." 

"But mommy!" he whined, stomping his little foot.  "You said you would hold me." 

"Jax." she laughed.

"Mommy." he whispered, crooking his finger at her until she knelt down.  "I want us both to sit next to Jungkook." 

He widened his dark eyes at her pointedly and she narrowed hers at her child. 

His whisper wasn't as quiet as he thought and Daisy could see the others trying to hide their laughter. 

Jungkook was biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling….but he was doing a horrible job at it and soon enough that massive grin was tearing across his face. 

Daisy shook her head at her child's ulterior motive before she scooped him up and sat them both down between Jungkook and Seokjin. 

The latter of which did not hesitate to entertain the young child. 

The night progressed peacefully with each one feeling a bit merrier. 

There was plenty of laughter, courtesy of the company and the conversation as well as the lot of them being decked out in Jax' jungle party decorations. 

What kid could say he had the personal experience of having BTS attend his birthday party and sing him happy birthday no less? 

Though, truthfully, Jax as a little too young to really grasp the concept of that. 

He just knew that he liked Jungkook and he liked his friends. 

And he also really liked the way his mommy lit up around Jungkook. 

So as the night dwindled on and a certain little birthday boy's bedtime drew nearer, he snuggled into his mother. 

"Mommy, I'm tired." he sighed, tucking his face into her neck. 

Daisy pressed a kiss against his forehead, "Ok, baby.  We'll go home soon." 

"Ok, mommy.  I need to potty before we go." he said, making her chuckle at him. 

"Alright, little man." she said before looking at the others.  "We'll be right back, guys." 

Jungkook waited until the two of them before he was whipping out his card and flagging down a waiter. 

Hoseok laughed at him, "Whoa, Jungkookie.  What's the hurry?" 

"Because dinner is on me." he said anxiously trying to do it before Daisy could return and argue over the subject. 

"Someone is trying to impress her." Jimin smirked knowingly. 

He was well aware of the situation with the maknae. 

"Sir? Is there something I can help you with?" the waiter asked.  

"Yes, please." Jungkook said, handing over his card.  "I'd like to get everyone's meals tonight." 

"Alright, sir.  I will be right back." the waiter said before turning away. 

Jungkook relaxed into his seat with a smile, nodding to the others as they gave their thanks to the youngest for his generosity. 

Soon enough, Daisy was making her way back with a sleepy little boy on her hip. 

"Sir, um, the meal has already been paid for." the waiter said, appearing again to hand Jungkook back his card. 

"What?" Jungkook asked, eyes flitting to the others who slightly shook his head. 

"Oh, I already paid for it." Daisy said, settling back into the chair.  "As a thank you to all of you for coming to his party." 

"What?" Jungkook asked.  "But I-" 

Daisy shook her head, "It was my treat.  I was the one that invited all of you so it was my pleasure." 

Everyone echoed their thanks though it was tinged with surprise. 

Jungkook, while grateful, was kind of put out. 

"Why are you pouting?" Jimin teased him. 

Daisy turned to see that Jungkook was, in fact, slightly pouting. 

"Why ARE you pouting?" she laughed. 

He sighed, tan cheeks tingeing a bit red. 

"Yeah, Jungkook-ah.  Why are you pouting?" Seokjin added. 

Yoongi hid his laughter in his drink while Hoseok all but kept it together. 

Jungkook glared at his hyungs. 

He sighed, "I wanted to pick up the tab. As something nice to do." 

Daisy gave him a soft smile, "The fact that you wanted to is more than enough. That, in and of itself, was a wonderful gesture and I greatly appreciate your kindness. You have a lovely heart, Jungkook and I'm happy to have met you." 

Jungkook melted and it was visible who anyone who looked at him. 

Daisy turned to the others, "I'm happy to have met all of you.  Jungkook has told me so much about you and how you've had such a huge impact on his life.  It is easy to see why he is such a beautiful soul and compassionate man.   A true product of those he loves and cares for so much." 

Jungkook just stared at Daisy even as he grew more and more red. 

It didn't really matter. 

There was something that burned inside him. 

He'd been in love before. 

He knew what that felt like but this was different. 

A feeling he'd never experienced before as he looked at Daisy and Jax. 

"Mommy, let's go home." Jax mumbled.  "You still have to sing me my bedtime song."  

Daisy shushed him softly as she tucked his face into her neck. 

"You sing?" Yoongi asked curiously. 

"Not really." she laughed.  "I'm just his mother and it's a routine, I guess." 

"Mommy sings to me every day." Jax mumbled.   "She sings me Tarzan every night." 

"Tarzan?" Namjoon asked. 

Daisy sighed, "It's the 'You'll Be In My Heart' song by Phil Collins.   I sang it to him when he was a baby to get him to go to sleep and it just stuck.   Then he watched the movie when he got a little older.   So it may actually be my fault that he's jungle obsessed." 

"Mommy sings good." Jax mumbled. 

"He only says that because I'm his mother." Daisy laughed and patted his dark hair. 

"I'm sure that's not true." Taehyung said. 

"I would love to hear you sing sometime." Jungkook piped up.  

Daisy smiled at him in amusement, "Maybe someday." 

Jungkook left it after that, holding on the idea that there was a chance of a day in the future where he might hear it. 

Soon enough everyone was heading out with another thank you to Daisy for inviting them and treating them and another round of birthday wishes for the sleepy little boy clinging to his mother. 

"Jungkookie…" Jax whined reaching out for him before looking up at his mother.  "Mommy, I want Jungkookie to take me back." 

"Baby, Jungkook needs to go back to his room.  He needs to sleep." Daisy said. 

"Actually, um, I don't mind." Jungkook said.  "I could ride back with you two instead and walk you to your room." 

Daisy looked at him for a moment before she smiled, "Alright, then." 

Jungkook bid his hyungs good night, trying his best to ignore their smug knowing looks as he got in the car with Daisy and Jax.  

Daisy strapped Jax into his carseat in the back of the uber and he fell asleep almost instantly as she and Jungkook slid in the back together. 

"But he didn't get his bedtime song." Jungkook teased. 

"Oh, don't you worry.  He'll snap awake the second we pull up.   It doesn't matter where we are in the world, about five seconds before we get there, he wakes up, is cranky and then won't go to bed until we've done the whole routine.   Car rides just completely knock him out." she explained. 

Jungkook smiled, looking at the little boy, "He really is adorable." 

"Thank you." she said.  "He is pretty cute." 

"Hey, uh, Daisy, can I ask you something?" he asked, glancing at the driver in the rearview mirror. 

The driver smirked as she looked away, well seasoned enough in life to recognize a man hopeless for a woman. 

"Hey, sorry to interrupt.  I'm just gonna slid the partition up." the driver said.  "Maybe it'll help cut out the headlights for the little one." 

"Oh, thank you." Daisy said and Jungkook gave the driver a grateful look through the mirror. 

"Now, what were you saying, Jungkook?" Daisy asked. 

"What? Oh, uh, yeah.   So, well, look I know we haven't known each other for very long and I realize that we both kind of have crazy schedules and I mean, that's not even the half of it but ya know, I just kinda feel like- I mean, I could be wrong.  Oh god, I hope not.  This would be so embarassing.  Oh god, maybe you don't.  You know what? Uh maybe- " 

"Jungkook?" 

"Huh?" 

"Take a deep breath and just say what you wanted to say."  Daisy said. 

He pulled a deep breath in through his nose and let it go. 

"Daisy, I like you.  I really like you and I adore Jax.  And I know it's not been that long and I know life is complicated but I've never felt like this before.  I've been in love before but this is different and I'm not trying to say that I- ugh, why is this so hard?" he said.  "What I'm trying to say is that I really love spending time with you.  Both of you.  And I don't want to just head our separate ways after the tour.  I want to stay in contact.  I want to be around.  I want… to be a part of your lives and for you to be a part of mine." 

Daisy blinked at him, "Are you sure about that?" 

"Yes.  I'm sure." he said instantly.  

"Cause I mean, I'm a mom, Jungkook.  I mean, my son is top priority.  He has to come first.  And I mean, he's gonna have days where he is a brat.  And there would be days where dates would have to be cancelled because he's sick or he's moody or any other kind of reasons.  Like, I have to be a mom first.  I can't just turn it off." she said. 

"I know." he said.  "I know and I can't say I understand first hand but I know that and I'm good with it.  Whatever it is… I would just like a chance… if you.. want that?" 

Daisy stared at him for a long hard moment. 

Jungkook for all his dashing looks and his charm… looked so innocent in that moment. 

His eyes were as big as ever and he was gnawing on his bottom lip. 

And then she smiled. 

"Jungkook, I would love that." she said.  "I just, ya know, want you to realize what you're getting into." 

He breathed out a laugh. 

Relief, happiness, disbelief. 

All emotions that rushed through him. 

"I think you're the one that doesn't realize what you're getting into." he half joked.  "I mean, I get that dating an idol is a lot.  But Daisy, I don't really feel like that when I'm with you.   I'm just Jungkook and I'm hanging out with this woman I really like and her amazing son who I can't wait to hear what he got into that day.  Like, I'm serious.   Those calls when he's telling me about something that made him happy or complaining about something he didn't like… those are so cool to me.  I mean, I know I'm not his dad but-" 

"Jungkook, stop." she said, making him grow tense.  "No, of course, you're not his father.  "But I will say in the short time that we've known you, you have been more present and invested in either of us than his birth father ever was.   I can't promise that things will be perfect.  It's reality we live in.   But Jax does seem to have taken quite a shine to you and I - well, I really like you too." 

"You do?" Jungkook asked, not quite believing his luck. 

"Yeah." she giggled.  "I, uh, I really do. You're sweet and kind.  And you're funny even when you're not trying even if you admittedly a goofball.   But you're sincere and you make me laugh genuinely.   And, ya know you're not exactly hard on the eyes." 

Jungkook flushed and was suddenly very grateful for the darkness that the night provided him with. 

He fidgeted with his fingers for a few moments, not quite able to collect his thoughts when a freckly hand slid in between his. 

Jungkook looked down as Daisy interlocked their fingers. 

His tattoos and her freckles looked like their were made for each other, like stars and constellations just waiting to find one another. 

He grinned before bringing her hand up to his and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. 

"Thank you." he whispered. 

"For what?" she asked. 

"For everything." he said. "For following our tour route, for giving me a piece of your mind, for being kind when I was an asshole, for opening up to me, for giving me a chance, for making me fall in love again." 

"Love?" she asked. 

Jungkook sighed, "Yes.  I know it's early and I know you literally just agreed to give me a chance.   I know it's too soon but it's how I feel.  I'm usually not this open but with you, I just feel like I can be." 

"I know the feeling." she said, squeezing his hand.  "I haven't felt this safe or at ease around someone in a long time." 

"You are safe with me," he said. 

"I know." she said. "And you're safe with me."

"With each other." he said. 

"With each other." she echoed and Jungkook couldn't help but smile the rest of the way back. 

WIth each other. 

The very thought made him absolutely giddy. 

When they pulled up to the motel, Jungkook tucked Jax ( who just as she said, woke promptly before they reached the hotel and started grumbling) into one arm while the car seat hung from his other hand. 

Daisy fought him on it but he wasn't having it and she eventually conceded. 

He admitted to walking painfully slow just to prolong their time together.

The little boy in his arms whining about bedtime snacks and pajamas and songs the whole way. 

Soon enough they were inside and Jungkook was sitting the little boy down on the couch. 

"Go get your pjs on, Monkey.  I'll be in to help you brush your teeth in a minute." Daisy said. 

Jax rubbed his eye for a second before he came over to hug Jungkook's leg.

"Good night, Jungkookie.  Thank you for coming to my birthday.  Night, night.  Sweet dreams and I love you." he said. 

Jungkook melted instantly and glanced at Daisy who only gave a soft smile. 

"Good night, buddy." he said, squatting down in front of him and giving him a proper hug.  "Thanks for inviting us.  We had a lot of fun.   Sweet dreams to you too."

"I love you." Jax repeated.  "You know you supposed to say that to people before you go to sleep at night so that you can leave them with something sweet for dreamland." 

Jungkook looked to Daisy, silently asking her if it was ok for him to repeat it back to him. 

It was still early after all and he didn't want to push any boundaries. 

However, she nodded. 

To Daisy, if he felt it, he should say it. 

"I love you too, buddy." Jungkook said before ruffling his hair.  

"Ok, night night.  I gotta brush my teeth." Jax said and promptly walked away without another word. 

"Was that ok?" Jungkook asked.  "To say that?" 

"Is it true?" Daisy asked. 

Jungkook nodded, "It is.  I'm not trying to overstep.  But I do."

"Then it's ok." she said before she glanced up at him.  "But Jungkook, please.  Just remember, if you don't plan on sticking around… just please tell me now.  I know what you said but also, the last thing I want is for my kid to get hurt." 

This time he didn't hesitate. 

He gathered Daisy's soft form into his arms and stared into her eyes, "Daisy, I am one hundred percent serious.  I meant everything and I don't want to go anywhere.  I'm… I'm in this now."  

She nodded, placing her hands on his chest, staring rather pensively at his collarbone. 

"Ok, well then Jeon Jungkook, do you want to be my boyfriend?" she asked, mischief in her eyes when she looked at him. 

Jungkook smirked, "You know, I was actually planning on doing the asking first… but yes, yes I would.  Nothing would make me happier." 

She nodded, "Oh I bet there are other things that would make you happier." 

Jungkook's eyes widened and he choked out a laugh, "You are a cruel woman.  How are you gonna do that to me knowing you're gonna send me back to my hotel room?" 

Daisy shrugged and leaned up to peck his cheek, "Down boy.  We haven't even been on a real date or had a first kiss." 

"And yet you feel the need to torture me like that." he teased. 

"Well, from the tidbit I heard from Jimin the other day, you are apparently a little bit of a masochist." she said. 

Jungkook sighed, "This is really getting cruel." 

She winked at him, "Well, it'll give you something to look forward to I guess.  Be a good boy and maybe you'll get a treat." 

Jungkook groaned a bit, "You better stop or we're getting married tonight." 

Daisy laughed but it was cut off by a whine. 

"Mommy! My bedtime song!" 

She sighed, "Well, it seems that I am being summoned." 

Jungkook nodded, arms still wound around her. 

"You're gonna have to let go." she pointed out. 

"I know." he sighed. "I'm just not ready yet." 

"You'll see me tomorrow." she pointed out.  

He nodded, "In person?" 

Then something hit him. 

"Actually, do you want to come to the show?" he asked. "I mean, I can arrange that.  No problem.  And I'm sure everyone else would love to see you both again. And there will be staff around. I can arrange-" 

"Sure, Jungkook.  We'll come and support you but you don't need to get staff involved.  I can look after us." she said.  

He smiled, "Ok, awesome. I'll set it up.  I need to talk to a manager tonight though so unfortunately as much as I have been trying to weasel my way into staying longer… now I actually do have to go." 

Daisy laughed at his words and untangled from his arms, "Alright, alright, get your butt outta here and I'll see you tomorrow." 

She had to all but push him towards the door before he turned around, popping his head in once more. 

"Breakfast tomorrow? Or maybe brunch?" he asked.  "Come on.  I'll get you french toast…" 

She grinned, "Ok, sure.  Brunch is good. Now, go if you want us to come." 

He hesitated a moment longer and she could see him thinking. 

"What is it now?" she laughed. 

"Can I have another kiss?" he asked, impishly. 

His excitement was getting the better of him and he was feeling a bit hyper. 

"I haven't kissed you." she pointed out. 

"Not like our first kiss." he said but you kissed me on the cheek. "Can I have another? For the road?" 

"The long road down the hallway?" she teased. 

"Yeah." he grinned.  "That's a long, dangerous journey.  You know, that kiss might be on the only thing that gives me the strength." 

"Well, in that case." she said taking his face between her hands.  "I supposed I need to give you extra." Daisy's lips landed on his face multiple times.  

First his forehead, then the tip of his nose, each cheek, his jaw and finally another on his cheek that was dangerously close to his mouth. 

"You know that was just cruel.  A few centimeters would've killed you?" he accused. 

"We'll be saving the lips until the time is right, Mister.  Now scoot.  I got a little boy who is going to be cranky if he doesn't get to bed soon." she said gently pushing him out the door. 

"Alright, alright, alright, I'm going." he said. 

However, he popped back in and smacked a kiss right to her cheek. 

"Just one more!" he called before shutting the door behind him and dashing down the hallway. 

Daisy shook her head as laughter tumbled from her lips. 

She stepped into the bedroom to see Jax already laying in the bed. 

His hair mussed and his little yellow pjs on. 

"Hi, mommy." 

Daisy laughed, "Hi, Jax." 

"Did Jungkookie leave?" he asked. 

"Yeah, baby.  He left." she said sitting down beside him. 

"I like him, mommy." he said. 

"Me too." she agreed. "He's a very nice man." 

"Mommy?" 

"Yeah, baby?" 

"I think you should marry Jungkook." 

Daisy blinked, "What?" 

He nodded, sleepily, "I think so.  Because he's nice and you seem really happy when he's around.  Like I know you're happy with me but it's like extra.  You're sparkly when he's around.  It makes you very pretty, mommy." 

"Sparkly?" Daisy asked. 

Jax nodded, "Mmhmm.  Your eyes are sparkly and you light up like a fairy.  It's very, very pretty, Mommy." he said matter of factly.  

"Well,  we might be seeing more of Jungkook from now on." she said. 

She wasn't about to have 'the' conversation with her child at that particular moment but she was just feeling the situation out. 

"I would like that.   I know that I don't have a daddy and I know Jungkook is not my daddy but that's ok.  I don't have a daddy but it would be nice to have a Kookie." he said. 

Daisy nodded. 

It didn't really require an answer. 

Motherhood wasn't always easy and there were times when she felt inadequate but something she had always stuck to with Jax, no matter how hard it was at times, was to always be open, honest and vulnerable with each other. 

"Mommy?" 

"Yes, baby?" 

"I'm ready for my song now." 

Daisy nodded, scooping her little boy into arm and singing him their song. 

She didn't know what would come of this but things were changing. 

But this… this moment… it didn't have to change right now. 

So she held him a little tighter, sang a little sweeter and enjoyed the moment with her baby just a little more. 

"Come stop your crying

It will be alright

Just take my hand

Hold it tight

I will protect you

From all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry

For one so small

You seem so strong

My arms will hold you

Keep you safe and warm

This bond between us

Can't be broken

I will be here don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart

Yes, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

Now and forever more

You'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You'll be here in my heart

Always

Always"

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Infinity & Beyond (Wanda Maximoff x Reader) Chapter 7

Summary: It's the local talent show fundraiser and Y/n is not to thrilled about it but Wanda is so happy to be part of a community that she goes along with it.

A/N: I'm just going to continue to pretend that I know what I'm doing and hope it all works out in the end. Enjoy!

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“With all due respect Ms. Harkness, why go through all of this trouble? Why not just go and pick a fight with her, I will happily call you when they arrive.”

“Because Director, magic is specific, I have to see what she is capable of first. Besides she needs to be on the cusp of reaching her full potential, and in order for her to reach her full potential she has to be at her most vulnerable. What makes a woman more vulnerable than the tragic death of the love of her life?” Agatha holds the bottle out to him again. “It’s already been enchanted specifically for that little girlfriend of hers. All you have to do is ensure that it’s flowing directly into her bloodstream and it should take care of the problem on its own.”

Director Hayward takes the small glass bottle and looks up at Agatha. “How much am I supposed to give her?”

“The whole thing, of course.”

“And you’re positive that Ms. Maximoff will bring the Vision back online?”

“Mmm, more than fifty percent sure but you can never be certain with these things.”

He sighs, unsure if he wants to take such a gamble. If anyone found out that he had a hand in murdering an Avenger everything he has worked for will be in jeopardy. But if he had full control over one of the most powerful man made weapons then it wouldn’t be a problem. “If you can make certain that we get the Vision functioning again then I don’t see why we can’t make a deal. But that fifty percent has to increase.”

Agatha rolled her eyes, Boys and their toys, “Fine. Once I absorb her powers, I will personally see to it that your little robot works again. I’ll even make sure that it works for you and only you.”

Hayward grins, that’s all he needed. He offers his hand to seal the deal and he presses the intercom to call in a few workers he knew were easy to manipulate and will do certain tasks with no questions asked, Agatha leaves the facility with an evil smirk.

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“I don’t see why we have to participate in this, Wanda.” You frown as you look at your attire for the magic act that Wanda has roped you into doing.

“It’s important to be active members in our community, dear. This is our home now and we have to fit in. Besides, this is for the children. Now let’s take it from the top.” You buzz air out of your lips to show your discontent before following Wanda’s directions. You wave the classic black and white wand around the cabinet and perform the words from the small script Wanda had made. The two of you continue to rehearse a little longer before she remembers about the meeting with the other women in the town. Another thing that she will be dragging you to. You pout and ask not to go but she reminds you again about having to be part of the community and fitting in.

You officially meet Agnes for the first time and get an odd feeling from her and her bunny. A name like Senior Scratchy is kind of sketchy. The feeling quickly passes as she walks the two of you over to Dottie’s house explaining that it is crucial to get her approval in order to fit in with the town. You roll your eyes and mentally prepare yourself for what is to come next.

You sit through the outing with a polite smile as Dottie drones on and on about the set up for the event. Wanda isn’t doing as well at fitting in as you are and the girl next to her tries to make her feel better. There is something familiar about that woman. You just can’t put your finger on it. Lights flash off a memory in your head and try to break their way through whatever is preventing you from remembering. But you are snapped out of it when Agnes tries to offer you her flask. You politely decline.

There is an odd moment when you and Wanda are helping Dottie clean up and someone is calling out to you and Wanda, asking who is doing this. That is a question you would like answered yourself. What even is going on? But it cuts off and Dottie is saying something about a woman getting a stain out herself with a bleeding hand. It was odd, the blood was red when everything else was still black and white. But how could that be? You needed answers and you needed them now. “Wanda, what was that?” You ask on your walk home.

“What was what, dear?” She plays dumb but she couldn’t explain it if she wanted to.

“The thing with the radio, there was someone calling out to us.” You explain further, hoping she doesn’t dismiss it. But she does, she claims that you were just hearing things. You accept the explanation which allows you to remember where you have seen Geraldine before, only that isn’t her name. It’s Monica Rambeau. But what would she be doing here? And why would she change her name?

To change the subject, Wanda asks you what you thought of the girls at the meeting and you laugh. "I think we're going to have to soundproof the house if we're going to keep them from gossiping about us."

"Oh you're naughty," Wanda scrunched her nose. You winked and then she asked what you thought about Agnes. You said that you thought she was great but that's not what you wanted to say. You wanted to warn Wanda of the lack of trust that you have for that woman. But you couldn't. Why couldn't you?

As the two of you pass Agnes’s house you try to use your powers to check in on her. Just to follow your hunch, but you find it difficult to do so. The attempted use of your powers makes you dizzy, so you stop trying and focus on Wanda. She seems happy with this life. The whole thing still feels confusing to you but her smile calms you every time. What did it matter that you had to wear some ridiculous costume and put on a show for a bunch of people that you could care less if you fit in with them? She was happy and that was worth everything.

When you get home the two of you continue to prepare for the show and when you are backstage you begin to feel really nervous. You step away for a moment and run into Agnes. “Oh dear, you don’t look so good. Here, have some of this.” She offers you her flask again but you refuse it. After getting your powers you couldn’t get drunk or even a decent buzz. So liquid courage was no longer something that existed for you. “Trust me, it will help you get through this.” She presses and something makes you take a drink from the flask. Whatever was in it was fast acting because the second you return the flask to her you are being pulled to the stage and you could barely walk straight.

The whole thing is a blur and the most you can remember is shouting the word “flourish,” a lot. Wanda rushed you behind the curtain as soon as the show was over and asked you what happened out there. “I don’t know. I was nervous and then I drank something funny. I’m so sorry, love. I know how much this meant to you,” you say in a whiney voice with tears pooling in your eyes.

“It’s okay, let's just get you home so you can rest this off. Hopefully we can sneak you out of here without an angry mob chasing after us.” Wanda puts your arm around her shoulders and uses her arm to support you.

Dottie calls out to them and they stop as if they had been caught doing something bad. “Nothing like what you two just did up here has ever happened in the history of our talent show.” Wanda starts to apologize on your behalf but Dottie cuts her off. “Hilarious. That was the most hilarious act we’ve ever seen.” She asks if the audience agrees and everyone claps to show that they do. She awards the two of you with the best comedy act and Wanda helps you up the steps. She accepts the award and waves Geraldine over so that she can accept the applause.

“I have to ask. One second, I’m backstage and in the next, I’m in a dark cubby hole. How’d you do it?” Geraldine asks you. To be quite honest you both knew and didn’t know the honest answer to that. Of course, you were aware of what you were capable of with your abilities. But you had no recollection of what she was talking about. Luckily, that thing that makes you talk even when you don’t know what to say happens. Making up the age-old excuse that magicians never reveal their secrets, they leave that up to their assistant.

“And she’s not talking,” Wanda does an adorable shake of her head.

“I had a feeling you’d say that,” Geraldine laughs.

Suddenly you aren’t on the stage but instead are dancing into the house, feeling perfectly normal. What that was about, you had no idea. “I’ve got to say, we do make quite the team, love. Even with all of the shanangines that I pulled.”

“We have been together for a long time. I’d be worried if we could help each other out in a time of need.” She walks around the sofa to sit down and set the trophy on the coffee table. “I don’t know what I was so worried about. It wasn’t hard to fit in after all.”

“And all we had to do was be ourselves,” you say as you join her side and wrap your arm around her shoulders.

“Well, with a few modifications,” the audience laughs and you ignore the fear that the sound strikes. Something was very off but there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

“And it was all,” you start.

“For the children,” the two of you finish together and smile at each other.

“Well, I think the children might need some popcorn,” she stands up to head to the kitchen but something about her catches your eye. There was no way. This could not be possible without a third party, a doctor, and a lab. You call out her name and she stops walking and spins to face you. “Hmm, what?”

You stand up and point to her protruding belly that was flat just moments ago. What the actual flickty flackety fuck? You panic in your head. A montage of Wanda and you talking about kids plays in your head and you place your hands on her bump to ground yourself in this reality. To see how real the bump was. This whole thing felt like a show and maybe this was some sort of prop. But when you laid your palm against her bump it wasn’t a cushion, it was her stomach. How could this be? “Y/n,” Wanda says, looking at you with hopeful eyes. “Is this really happening?” I have no fucking clue, is what you want to say.

Instead you take her hands and gaze lovingly into her eyes, “Yes, my love. It’s really happening.” The two of you are about to share a sweet kiss that is interrupted when there is a loud noise coming from outside. Way to ruin the moment you stupid trees! You grumble in your head as the two of you step outside to check the noise. “If it’s that damn tree again, I’m going to burn it to the ground!” You don’t know what possesses you to walk to the end of the property but Wanda follows you and then you find that it wasn’t a tree that caused the disruption. Someone was climbing out of the sewer. It was a beekeeper with a familiar symbol on his back. You stand behind Wanda and put a protective arm around her and the baby bump. Whoever that man was, it was clear that he was a threat.

“Y/n… Is this really happening?” Wanda asks with that hopeful glint in her eyes. Except there was something a little different, this time it was like she was hoping that you wouldn’t notice what just happened. No, Wanda. This can’t be real.

“Yes, my love. It’s really happening,” you repeat and this time the two of you get to complete your kiss. You wait for the interruption to happen again but it doesn’t. This time colors start appearing. Soon the entire house, including the two of you, is full of colors. She walks back to you and kisses you again and you hold her face as you kiss her back.

Chapter 8

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Who you callin boyband?

Summary: anon requested calling the sunset curve boys a boyband and Luke reacting. Based off of Carlos calling then a boyband in the show.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: none

Pairing: luke patterson x reader

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Their band had sounded amazing, as per usual. When Julie asked you if you could come watch to see if their song felt good enough for their next gig, you happily agreed. Though truthfully, you weren’t certain what she was worried about, they always sounded amazing and of course today was no exception.

“That was amazing you guys!” you chirped.

“Really?” Julie asked uncertainly.

“Definitely, I think that’s actually one of my favorites that you’ve made so far,” you assured her.

“See I told you guys she would like it,” Alex remarked from the back. You could tell from the phantom’s faces that there was a story behind his comment, but you didn’t bother asking.

“What do you guys say to some pizza to celebrate?” Julie suggested.

You agreed but you weren’t entirely certain Julie could even hear you over the boys chanting. Julie finally turned to you after they had quieted down.

“Yeah, I’ll take some,” you laughed.

“Great! I’ll let my Dad know,” she said, as she headed back up to her house. You watched her go, but your attention was soon diverted to the boys.

“You guys have to be the most pizza loving people I’ve ever met,” you teased.

“Then, you clearly have been hanging out with the wrong people,” Reggie commented.

You shrugged, “Maybe so, but you guys and pizza have more chemistry than Luke does on stage.” You took delight in the momentary look of shock on Luke’s face as you took a gulp from your water bottle. You almost thought you had him until the shock turned into a slick smile as his eyes flicked down towards yours.

“Does that mean you’re checking me out y/n?” Luke hinted. You could hear Reggie let out a oooooh in the background, but you choose to ignore it. Luke could recover quickly, you had to acknowledge that.

“Hate to break it to you Patterson, but I’m trying to manage the whole band. Not just you,” you slyly remarked.

His smile became more apparent. “But you didn’t answer the question.”

“He’s not wrong,” Alex pointed out. Reggie did finger guns towards him in agreement.

You crossed your arms and desperately hoped they didn’t realize how embarrassed you were. You leaned off the couch slightly and looked over to where Reggie and Alex were sitting. “For your information boyband, I was not checking Luke out,” you scoffed. You hoped they bought it, but that was evidently not the part that Luke was stuck on.

Luke tilted down so his arms rested at his knees, so he would be at your sitting level. “Wait, who are you callin boy band?”

“Uh, I don’t know, maybe the boy band in the room,” you said, as you gestured at them.

Luke crossed his arms too, sporting a pouty smile. “We are not a boy band.”

“You are boys. In a band. How are you not a boy band?” you argued.

“Y/n’s got a point there Luke,” Reggie agreed.

You pointed to him, “See, at least someone who’s logical is here.”

“Hey!” Alex started.

“Not you, that was directed at Luke,” you informed him.

“As you were,” Alex gestured at the two of you.

It wasn’t until you looked back at Luke that you realized your closeness to him. He couldn’t have been more than a foot away from where you sat. You cleared your throat, and you quickly tried to dismiss the thought from your mind.

“So boy band, why did you guys think I wasn’t going to like your new song?” you asked. They all exchanged seemingly panicked looks.

“Well it’s not that we thought you weren’t going to like it,” Alex trailed off.

“But like more of a general standpoint,” Reggie continued.

“Because it’s new,” Luke finished.

You suspiciously looked between the three. “Alright, what are you guys hiding?”

“Hiding? Us? Psssh,” Reggie scoffed. “I mean, it’s not like Luke-” He was cut off by Alex pressing a hand to his mouth.

“It’s not like Luke would’ve known whether you would like the song or not, is what Reggie was saying,” Alex offered as an explanation. The stink eye that the two were giving Reggie would’ve killed him on the spot if he weren’t already dead.

You were about to ask what was so important of a secret that

Reggie needed to be tackled, but Julie walked in.

“Did I just walk in on the middle of something?” she asked.

“Nope, just the boyband and their secrets,” you assured her with a slight smirk.

“Boyband, that’s new, I kinda like it,” Julie added.

Luke turned to head to the side with his mouth slightly agape as you bit down a laugh. “Thank you, that’s what I said.”

Julie was picking up on Luke’s annoyance and decided to play along. “Maybe I can get Flynn to change our name to Julie and the boyband,” she suggested.

“Oh my gosh, wouldn’t that be just perfect!” you exclaimed, being sickly sweet.

“You two are evil,” Luke said, as he threateningly pointed at the two of you.

You delightfully smirked. “What can I say Lukas, it’s my speciality,” you taunted. Reggie’s eyes went wide at the mention of his full name and Julie and Alex exchanged an amused look.

“What was that?” His grin was becoming more predatory by the second. He stood up to look down at you, and you took that as your cue to hop off the couch to face him.

“Did you miss what I said, Lukas?” You made sure to put extra emphasis on his name.

“No, I didn’t sweetheart,” he taunted back. You saw Julie raise her eyebrows from behind Luke’s shoulder. On one hand you hated that nickname but on the other hand you couldn’t tell if the growing heat on your face was from embarrassment of the name or the fact that Luke Patterson was calling you that. But you knew that you couldn’t let him know that.

“Mhmm, no we are not doing that,” you asserted.

He moved his face close enough to talk, you weren’t certain the others could hear him. “Well then don’t call me Lucas,” he bargained.

The words slipped from your mouth before your brain had a chance to realize what you were doing. “Make me,” you insisted.

You wished you could have disappeared in that moment, but alas you were stuck watching this as much as your three other friends were. When you finally opened your eyes to see what horrors you had in store for yourself, you first made eye contact with Julie; she looked rather surprised but almost a tint of impressed. You heard someone behind you clear their throat, and you turned around.

“I think we should go check if the pizza guy is here, right Julie?” Alex suggested.

Julie’s eyes went wide in realization of what was happening. “Right! Yep! You two stay here and hold the fort down!” She told you and Luke before practically sprinting out of the studio. You turned back around to see Reggie still standing there.

Alex quickly poofed back in and grabbed him as he incomprehensibly mumbled something.

Luke turned his attention back to you. “Make me, really y/n? That’s like the best you could come up with,” Luke crossed his arms.

“What would you prefer me to say?” you questioned. Something in Luke’s demeanor broke for a moment. His infamous smirk faltered, revealing something far more vulnerable behind it. “Luke, what are you guys hiding?” The puzzle pieces started to click into place about the day’s practice.

“Do you really want to know?” he timidly asked. You hadn’t seen him as nervous as he was at that moment.

You intently nodded your head.

“The guys were trying to keep it a secret, but I wrote that song myself about someone,” he shyly explained.

“Luke! That’s really cool, I knew there had to be a reason why I liked it so much.” You playfully bumped his hand.

Your response puzzled him. “You don’t want to know who it’s about?”

“Luke, your friends are not very good at keeping secrets,” you laughed.

“Are you serious?” he dumbfoundedly asked.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. “Reggie accidentally told me last week,” you admitted.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Luke muttered, but you could see his lips twitching upwards.

“But he kept my secret, because he didn’t tell you that I like you back.” The last bit of your sentence was slightly mumbled as you tilted your head to the floor in embarrassment.

He softly grabbed your jaw and pulled you back up to his level.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch the last part.” And just like that, his smirk had returned.

You forced yourself to look up into his sparkling hazel eyes. “I like you, a lot, Luke.”

As he heard your words you swore you saw the fire in his eyes grow brighter. “I like you a lot too y/n.” His face was mere milimeters away from yours.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked softly.

Your eyes flicked from his lips back to his eyes. “Of course Patterson.” The gap closed between the two of you and it was like two worlds collided. His lips were slightly colder than yours as they softly melted into yours. You felt his one hand clutch your cheek softly, as the other held to the back of your neck. Your hands instinctively went to his hair as your kiss developed into something deeper, until the both of you had to swim to the surface for air.

As you caught your breath you realized that there were three very shocked occupants at the studio door.

You saw Reggie and Alex silently hand Julie ten bucks. “So do we have to watch you guys have eye sex still or are we good now?” Julie teased.

“Jules!” you groaned.

“She’s not wrong,” Reggie said as he walked past you.

Luke chuckled at your flustered state, “Yeah, I think we’re good now,” he responded, sending a wink in your direction that you rolled your eyes at.

“Great cause we have pizza!” Alex announced.

“Oh yay!” You were grateful for the attention being taken off of you.

“So does this mean that you were checking me out during rehearsal?” Luke asked, as you took a bite.

You rolled your eyes, but you decided to indulge him. “Yes, Patterson, I was checking you out.”

Alex grimaced. “Ohhh big mistake, he’s gonna hold that overhead for at least a month,” he warned.

You turned to Luke who clicked his tongue and finger gunned towards you in agreement. You resisted the urge to groan at your newest annoyance.

“But you’re stuck with me now,” Luke said with a mouthful.

“Luke, really?” Julie commented.

“Sorry,” he said, with his mouth still full.

You grinned at him, and despite his previous threat, you couldn’t be happier that you were finally stuck with him.

[spacedikut]

spooky scary skeletons ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

summary: spencer has the prettiest face you’ve ever painted on. 1626 words

a/n: a poorly edited, poorly written and late halloween thing! inspired by idmakeitbehave (go read everything theyve ever written ever) because they have the BEST meet cutes and every time i think of them i :-)

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The haunted mansion of the fair, overflowing with screams, the sound of chainsaws and the evil cackle your friend has been rehearsing in the mirror all month, stands tall behind you like the looming presence it is. It’s brought great entertainment for you, watching and hearing the reactions of those that dare enter.

You’re set up not far from the exit of the house with your array of face paint around you, paintbrush in hand. Most of your customers are children – this year’s most popular request is pumpkin, last year was skeleton – and as much as you love spookiness and gore and everything in between, the rush of pride you feel when a little girl gasps and thanks you with the sweetest voice when you show her your finished work is unmatched.

You’re not the least surprised that your clientele is mainly children. There’s the odd parent here and there that is persuaded to get a black cat on their cheek, or some fake blood coming from their eyes and mouths, but they never venture beyond the small request.

Until him.

He’s marched up to you by his friend who, wearing a dress covered in fake spiders and cobwebs, pushes him by the shoulders right up to the foldable chair that’s placed opposite you. You’re drying off a wet paintbrush, glancing up when you hear the crunch of leaves beneath their feet.

“My friend would like his face painted.” She tells you.

“Of course,” You gesture for him to take the seat in front of you, the compliment slipping out after giving them both a once-over. “I like your outfits.”

“Oh!” The girl grins. “Thank you. I’ve been waiting all year to wear it. And he,” She points to the still-silent customer who hasn’t taken his eyes off you once, “Is more obsessed with Halloween than anyone I know.”

Looking at the bright orange pumpkin-covered sweater he’s wearing, you’re overcome by the urge to touch it – and his hair, with the way it’s all squiggles and curls and seems so soft. “What can I do for you?”

The first time he speaks, it’s after he takes a deep breath and rubs his palms on his trousers. “A skeleton, please.”

You’re already arranging the colours you’ll need, missing how the girl slips away, too busy asking the usual questions, “How big?”

“My entire face.”

That’s a new one. For an adult, at least. Usually all they want is an easy to clean, easy to hide image on their cheek.

It’s only then you really take in his appearance. In the dark, dusty light of the fair, he looks like a real life Tim Burton character – shallow eyes, sharp cheekbones, a general gauntness that you’ve only seen in fiction. He’s the perfect skeleton, if that isn’t weird to think.

“All over?” Your hand moves to gesture over your face, as if miming to him what all over really means.

“Yeah,” He nods, “I’m not that good of an artist, and my mask makes it kind of hard to see. So a skeleton is spooky enough but not a lot of work, right?”

“Right.” You smile at him. “Right, okay, let’s do it.”

The second the cold bristles dip into the paint before you, you’re absorbed in ensuring you do a good job. You’re used to working on children, so you naturally take hold of his chin to move his face this way and that way to apply a firm coat and get your lines right.

“I’m Spencer, by the way,” He mumbles.

You huff a laugh. He feels your breath on his lips. “Hi, Spencer, I’m Y/N.”

The customer – Spencer – wiggles his lips in a way that tells you he’s holding back a smile. You’re not sure what it is about him, but you like him. You like how still he sits, patiently letting you do your work, you like how much he seems to like Halloween (you refer to the sweater and the fact he’s about to cover his entire face in paint to look like a skeleton), and you like how his eyes on you make you feel. Because it doesn’t feel gross, or weird, like it normally does; it’s like his gaze is complimenting you silently, the intensity of it making you bite the inside of your cheek.

Small-talk comes naturally after hours of doing this job. “You mentioned a mask? What was it a mask of?”

“Michael Myers.”

“Oh,” You shiver, “I hate that guy.”

“The iconic mask is actually a William Shatner mask that’s painted white and changed to blur the resemblance to Shatner. Specifically, it’s a Captain Kirk death mask created for Star Trek.” Spencer tells you, giving a tight lipped smile when you pause for a second to take in the information.

“How does William Shatner feel about that?”

“Not great, probably. But, can you imagine being considered one of the stars of the Halloween franchise?” He’s giddy, almost wiggling in excitement. “I’d love to see people wearing my face every Halloween.”

You laugh at that.

A few more facts are spewed out while you mix black with a little bit of white to make grey, some you already know and some you don’t, but he’s still chattering on when you turn back to face him, ready to paint again.

The words die in his throat, however, when your hand finds home on the back of his neck, thumb hooking around to lift his jaw up. “Still, please.”

Even if he wanted to give an unnecessary apology, he wouldn’t be able to, as if his throat is full of sand.

It’s silent for a while, Spencer’s eyes trained on the twinkling night sky that sits calmly compared to the thundering of his heart, the scramble of thoughts in his head. When your hand moves away a few minutes later, his disappointed eyes fall back to your face, where he finds himself thinking, please do that again.

“Do you want the black on your eyelids, too, or just around your eye?” You ask over your shoulder, oblivious to the new slump in Spencer’s back.

“Eyelids, too, please.”

You smile to yourself at how polite he is. Spencer might be the sweetest person you’ve ever met and you’ve known him for twenty minutes.

By the time you’re done, you’ve decided Spencer is the best customer you’ve ever had and you’d give anything to replay this interaction again and again. He’s polite, listens when you ask him to turn a certain way or sit up (a surprising amount of adults simply do not listen), and brings the most interesting conversation.

Did you know the use of OMG can be traced back to 1917? Cause Spencer does, and he bestowed you with the same knowledge.

You’re impressed with yourself and Spencer’s brain when you finally lean back, checking for any spots you missed or parts you can fix.

Before you even reach for the mirror, Spencer’s interrupting you.

“Um… do I-do I look spooky?”

You face him, a pretty smirk on your lips, “Terrifying.”

When you hold the mirror up to his face, he barely spares himself glance (but it’s enough of a glance for him to think holy crap, you’re talented) and there’s a look in his eye – he’s hesitant. About what, you’re not sure.

You wonder if he can tell you don’t want him to go. You enjoy his company, you enjoy him, and you’ve never wanted to wipe your work off someone’s face so quickly just for an excuse to do it again until now.

“How much do I owe you?” He asks, reaching for his wallet but not leaving the chair.

Your eyes narrow for a split second as you weight your option. Then you think fuck it, and say, “Nothing. It’s on the house.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“You can, and you will.” You stand. “Consider it thanks for all the cool facts you gave me.”

He lights up when you say cool facts, and opens his mouth to again offer to pay when he’s cut off by a group of laughing teenagers flying out of the haunted house, the exit door slamming against the wood with a startling bang.

Spencer gets an idea.

Seeing you look at the house, he asks, “Have you been in yet?”

You shake your head. “No. Not yet. If I have time later, maybe-“

“Come in with me.”

His grip on his wallet is tight, channelling all worry into his fingers so he doesn’t stumble or say something stupid.

“It’s the least I can do, and it’ll be too scary on my own.”

He’s lying – the idea of going through a haunted house by himself sounds exhilarating, but he’s found an opportunity to not leave you just yet and he’s going to take it.

You consider him for a moment. It’s late, you’ve been painting faces all day, and the sweetest, most attractive person you’ve ever seen is asking you to join them in a haunted house on Halloween. What kind of person would say no?

“Okay,” You happily concede, “But don’t blame me if I end up clinging to you.”

The two of you join the line into the house, giggling when someone dramatically falls through the exit and gasps for air like he’s barely made it out alive. And when the next people to leave the house are a couple who hold eachother close and tight, hands intertwined and one with their head buried in the neck of the other, Spencer steps a little closer to you, hoping you get the memo that having you cling to him doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

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[lamelinam]

The maid and the Cat, Ren and Akira: some musings

What gloomy love brightened the half-lives of the Sohmas’ most Cursed ones?

I often wonder what the relationship between the former Cat and his attendant would have looked like, twisted and sad as it must have been. Precious little is shown about those two, and only through Kazuma’s pov. We know she took care of and pitied the Cat, to the point that she even slept with him and bore his child. This is not unlike Kureno’s relationship with Akito. She might have treated him with the same kindness and devotion, distant, perhaps harmful, yet selfless.

Selfless? I think another way to extrapolate on the story of Kazuma’s grandparents is with Ren and Akira’s relationship.

Many great meta writers have already pointed out that those who fill in the positions at the extremes of the Sohma hierarchy, the Cat and God, or in this case the Cat and the idolized, deified family head, are foils to each other and are the ones that are dehumanized and isolated the most.

But now I think that you can also compare the way the previous Cat and Akira both chose ("chose" being a relative term in the case of the Cat) a romantic partner.

(Akira wasn’t God, but as the family head, he was worshipped just like Akito. His sickness also contributed to making him stand apart. Not only was he kept inside the compound because of his frailty, the hold that death had on him blessed him with this ephemeral, divine aura. “Was it the sorrow that befell him at such a young age that gave him that otherworldly beauty?»)

Both Kazuma’s grandfather and Akito’s father were doomed, Akira to die an early death, Kazuma’s grandfather to live the life of a living dead. Both were buried alive in the Sohma estate, either at the outskirts or at the center of it.

Both reached out to their progeny. (But Kazuma rejected the offered cake, and will endeavour to atone and honour his grandfather’s memory. Akito clung to every memento she had of her father and will need to learn to let go of him.)

And both the previous Cat and Akira found some measure of comfort in the affections and arms of their female caretakers, Sohma servants who saw their loneliness and expressed their compassion, though not in a particularly healthy way: Kazuma’s grandmother acting out of pity, Ren out of obsessive love.

It’s interesting to me how their respective position was reflected in their partners’ feelings : the imprisoned, despised Cat, Kazuma’s grandmother looked down on. The respected, otherworldly beautiful Akira was adored by Ren.

Kazuma sums up his grandparents’ relationship thusly:

Those correspond to the main "duties" that a wife is traditionally supposed to provide her husband.

The day-to-day caring.

Childbearing.

Attending their husband’s deathbed.

Obviously Ren wished she could have skipped the second one and be there for the last one. (I headcanon that she had prepared her last words years in advance, finding small pleasures and comfort, on the back of the wave of despair anticipating Akira’s death, in rehearsing the declarations of passionate love she would address to the dying man.)

The Cat’s companion attended her partner’s deathbed, seemingly very composed, even cold, as seen in Kazuma’s memories, while Ren, deprived of her husband’s last moments, that she felt were “stolen” from her by Akito (in reality by the maids :@), was mad with grief.

"The only one who can save him"

Those parallels make me wonder whether or not the Cat’s companion might not have developed a saviour complex, like Ren, both believing that they were the only one able to save this lonely, condemned person they were taking care of, and relishing it.

“I love you” vs "I pity you"

On Ren’s side though, it seems that she believes she truly saw Akira, as the person hiding behind that otherworldly aura, filled with sadness and fearful of death. Seeing that Akira agrees with her ("Ren noticed I was lonely"), fought against the Sohma leaders and regretted on his deathbed that he and Ren couldn’t reconcile, I believe this is not a delusion of hers. Her love was genuine and passionate, and she and Akira were happy. Unfortunately, that happiness didn’t survive her pregnancy, for she was also jealous and obsessed.

Kazuma supposes that his grandmother believed that she was doing something good. I wonder at her expression. It is shadowed, enigmatic. Is it a smirk or not, is she sad or not? i wonder whether she was selfless in her pity, like Kureno, or selfish like Kagura, perhaps feeling better by «sacrificing» herself in associating with the Cat for the sake of a miserable soul.

(Whatever you can say or imagine about her, Kazuma doesn’t seem to suffer from the stigma of being the Cat’s grandson, nor does he bear any trace of an abusive upbringing - in fact, he was among those doing the abusing - or even the echoes of the previous generation’s, so my guess is that she was an okay mother and grandmother... which would have made Kazuma’s disappointment and hurt at her words all the sharper... Like Tohru thinking of the zodiacs members she finds so kind and adorable secretly looking down on someone else she realizes she cares about more than she thought.)

There is no way to know how the Cat reacted to a pity-love. But considering Kureno and Akito’s relationship, this might also have been but a superficial balm, and potentially just as hurtful. Then it depends on the interpretation. Kureno’s pity cocooned Akito and kept her from moving forward, but the Cat was condemned anyway to an eternity of imprisonment. Moving forward was forbidden to him. And if his self-worth was already completely destroyed as his role and his treatment are meant to do, he might have just felt grateful towards the attendant. There’s no way to say for sure whether he would have been hurt or not by the truth, and I don’t know which option is the saddest!

... but I know what could be sadder. Because is the maid entirely to blame? We know that in Fruits Basket, love requires a measure of selfishness. The one cursed with the Cat has no self, no existence, no wants and no future, and they accept this fate. They believe they deserve it. (Which is why the Cat's Room doesn't need bars in the manga, nor locks. Rin was under lock and keys because either Akito didn't completely trust her to keep her word or she didn't want someone to discover her.)

It would be very difficult for someone to fall in love with a person who has renounced to everything, perhaps including love. Because who's to say that the Cat loved the maid too?

Recognition vs indifference

How depressingly fitting that we don't even learn the Cat's name, while Akira’s is remembered by all and echoes back and forth in the later part of the story.

Ren marrying the Sohma family head was such a big political deal it provoked a family schism. The Cat’s story with the maid gets completely ignored. It is probably known, just not "officially recognized", says Kazuma. Like everything related to the Cat, it was relegated to the back of the minds, in the dusty closet of the things that are uncomfortable to think about but that you tolerate if it doesn’t upend your little world-view. Ugh, some maid is being inappropriate with that monster! Well, as long as she doesn’t free the loathsome creature, who cares. (And she wouldn’t, because she’s no Tohru.)

In contrast, the maids of the main family thought that Ren was stealing Akira from their grasp. Ren didn’t seem to care for the family, and in a way, her love allowed Akira to also escape from them, "snatched away" by "that woman”, for the old attendant. Unlike the Cat’s attendant, Ren felt like a threat to the Sohma strict hierarchical system. (Fortunately, God will be born to bring back the right order of things, phew! Certainly she he will accomplish what Akira-san was momentarily too misguided to do and rid us of that woman!)

Inheritance.

Both women's profession of their true feelings deeply marked their progeny and the way they view relationship, whether personal or not, romantic or filial.

While her mother affirmed that "a woman only needs one man", Akito leaned on the love of the zodiacs ; Kazuma viewed and loved Kyo as a human and dreaded that his son would find himself in the same situation as his grandfather but also with the same kind of companionship. (His reaction to Kagura speaks of a long-held anxiety). But Ren's hatred for Akito coloured the way Akito interpreted her words, while Kazuma’s grandmother’s declaration shook Kazuma, his personal relationship with his grandmother notwithstanding.

This comparison isn't about good or evil, neither to judge those characters. Furuba isn’t about that. Obviously, they are not blameless. But it is very difficult to say whether or not Kazuma’s grandmother was wrong to act out of pity if it provided a bit of comfort to a prisoner. And is it surprising that Ren developed this saviour’s complex when it seems she was the only one willing to breach Akira’s isolation bubble?

Anyway, Takaya-sensei is really good at making foils. Either because she does it on purpose or because her characters are so deeply intertwined with the themes of the series the parallels appear on their own. But in this case, I don’t think it’s for nothing that the chapters recounting Ren and the Cat’s attendant stories follow each other (chapters 114 and 115).

Of course, this meta is less an analysis and more suppositions and conjectures (frankly, I wonder if I might not as well have written a fanfic). From the little we see, the Cat’s companion and Ren work as distorted yin-yang mirrors, their differences highlighting the similarities of their situations, from the ugly effects of the inner workings of the Sohma cult to the messed up inner workings of the heart. Genuine but obsessed, jealous love... Pity, perhaps self-serving, in the guise of martyred love.... One thing I can say for sure is that these two both gave me chills in their own way.