#this is what kids should be watching instead of mr beast

[tommysparker]

i’m so happy people are discovering Minecraft Parkour Civilization

[rs-hawk]

For the 25 days of Kinkmas, how about a short fix-it for the Beauty and the Beast Christmas movie? Belle falls through the ice, Beast rescues her, but then he just throws her in the dungeon of the castle without even changing her out of her soaking wet, ice cold clothes! What if he instead took her to his bed to get her out of those clothes and warm her up against his big furry body?

I haven’t watched this since I had it on VHS as a kid so forgive me if I get any details wrong.

Kinkmas: Day Seven

The Beast

When the Beast rescued Belle from the freezing water, he couldn’t help the anger that burned his chest. She was cold to the touch, her breathing shallow and her face pale. He held her close to him as he patted her back, barely cringing as she coughed water up onto his fur.

She blinked and looked up at him, the frosty air making her lashes nearly freeze together. He looked… concerned? Frightened? She didn’t say anything as he carried her back to the castle, Philippe and Chip in tow. He hesitated by the tower stairs, considering tossing her there for her insolence, but then she sneezed, and his heart completely melted.

“I’ll get you warmed up,” he mummered, carrying her towards the West Wing.

“Is the Master taking her to his room?” Coggsworth asked as he saw the Beast walking away.

Chip nodded as he looked up at his mother, who has appeared as soon as she heard the door opening. “It appears so,” Mrs. Potts agreed, confused but curious.

The Beast didn’t say anything as he carried Belle through the ruined hallways, not even when she asked, in a weak and shaking voice, what had happened here. He covered her head so she wouldn’t see his ruined portrait. As he finally got to his room, he set her on his bed.

“Fire,” he growled at the fireplace, where it instantly lit up and danced with flames.

“Thank you,” she whispered as he rummaged through his wardrobe to gather thicker blankets and a coat for her.

“Why did you do that? Do you hate it here so much?” he gruffed as he tossed the thick blanket at her.

“No!” she exclaimed, taking off her soaking wet coat and cape to wrap herself up in the blanket. She wanted to take off the rest of her clothes, but was too embarrassed in front of him. “No,” she repeated when he turned to look at her. “I just… wanted to make you happy. I thought maybe if I brought the joy of Christmas back, maybe it would make you smile.”

“Make me smile?” he barked as he closed the distance between them grabbing her by her shoulders. “What if something happened to you? How would that make me smile? You’re the only thing that’s made me feel anything since-,” he cut himself off, his grip on her loosening.

“Beast,” she says in that gentle tone, picking up one of his big paws and putting it to her face. It was nearly as big as her entire head. “Why don’t you come with me to pick out a Christmas tree?”

He didn’t say anything, but she started shivering again, and coughed softly. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

He started to slide down her sleeves, but her delicate hands stopped him. “Maybe I should go back to my room and change?”

“You don’t have to,” he said quietly as he let one of his claws trail down her chest and stomach, pushing the frigid fabric more against her skin. “You see me in a near state of undress all the time.”

She considered this, because it was true. He essentially only wore shorts around her at all times. Would it be so bad? Before she could make up her mind, worrying her lower lip between her lips. Just as she was about to still say no, she would go change, he propped himself up on one arm, sliding off his shorts.

“There, now you have nothing to feel nervous about,” he said in a gruff voice.

Her face flushed as she looked up at him, consciously not looking down.

“W-well, I suppose,” she said as she slipped out of her dress, letting him pull her close to him.

His fur was warm and made him feel cuddly. She buried her face in the fur of his neck and she let out a soft sigh of content. Maybe she could stay here. Maybe, she could be happy here.

[natewriteslol]

Remembering History

Summary: When Leona finds Cheka crying his reminded of his own childhood struggle. What will he do to comfort someone so unlike himself?

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Cheka

Warnings: nothing really just a little sad :O

This should have been what he wanted, to see the young brat who snubbed him of the chance of being king. Leona was third to the crown, a child would have the opportunity to rule before him.

So why did he feel sadness?

The Amber eyes that typically could be found gleaming were prickling with tears and his mouth was pried open as he choked on his sobs. This wasn’t a regular temper tantrum, this was true hurt Cheka was experiencing.

He was most definitely caught off guard, Leona had never really comforted anyone let alone a child, “Why are you crying?” But this question seemed to further put salt in the wound of the young beastman.

So, Leona decided to soften his approach, only to stop this crying of course, delicately placing a hand upon the back of the child as he bawled in his corner of beanbags and plush toys. Allow him to cry, and maybe then he would be able to find the root of the problem.

Eventually Cheka had slightly calmed down and decided to look up at his uncle, his eyes stinging and swelled from the crying, “I-I was practicing with my tutor a-and I messed up on the problem and Mrs. A g-got super mad and said I was h-hopeless.” The five year olds hands retreated to his eyes, covering them in shame.

“A-and I know you think I’m a screw up too, Uncle.”

“I can’t do anything right.”

“The younger son is quite a handful isn’t he? But you can’t help but feel pity for him, he didn’t even inherit his father’s features” the servant gossiped to another, yet none of them knew that Leona was in a corner, playing a game of hide n seek.

“I mean it must feel horrible knowing the real truth at such a young age, though I feel like he’s in denial. But everyone knows no matter what, nothing will grant him the position of king…

“He can’t do anything right, not even be born at the correct time” the other servant giggled whilst folding the towels.

As Leona watched the display before him from behind a houseplant, yet despite hiding he couldn’t escape their scornful words. His heart began aching as he felt the same pressure on his chest as the day he watched Farena and his father secretly discuss his plans for the eldest son’s future. He could barely breathe, as his saliva soured in his mouth and the castle had never felt colder.

Farena tapped him, loudly giggling and shouting “Found you!”. Yet his brother was unphased by the touch instead looking at the servants with an hardened expression as they gazed in horror.

As Cheka cried, Leona began to see himself in the child, he thought his nephew would be unaware of pressure or immune to sadness due to the loving family he possessed, or the fact that he shall be king.

While he knew it was factual that he couldn’t be the king, causing a battle inside of him. However, Leona never thought that it would be obvious to others.

In every fairy tale one opens, the prince goes on to become to be king, so is he truly worth anything if he wasn’t king?

As the child’s tears seeped, creating a puddle in his shirt he realized how naive of him it was to think that. But instead being shrouded of regret and self pity Leona realized he needed to be with him now.

“That woman will no longer be teaching you, I will be sure of that,” Leona said, and for the first time he caressed the child’s soft red locks.

“I don’t wanna disappoint you,” the young boy murmured into his shirt, but the grown beast men’s ears picked up on it of course. But he was speechless, Leona had no issue being rude to his father or others.

He thought that he would have no problem with doing the same with Cheka, yet he found his stomach sinking, remembering that the young boy had been aware of the distaste he had for him all this time?

“You’re…you’re not a screw up, you have potential and…you’re a good kid,” Leona said, finally breaking the silence, it was tough to say but for once when no one was around, had to shoo away his built up ego for him.

“And…I do love you, you’re my only nephew.”

“Really?” The young boy replied, his eyes red but they had a gleam of happiness to them which made Leona smile.

Not wanting to be vulnerable with the adorable saucers of Cheka on him making him let out a tsk, he sighed “Yes, of course don’t press me for an answer too much.” Yet he couldn’t muster up more sass due to the soft arms wrapping around his shoulders, enveloping him into a hug.

As his green irises fell on the child clinging onto him, Leona wiped away a tear that had cascaded down his cheeks, not wanting to leave this evidence of emotion on him.

Yet, this happening had caused him to rethink.

Perhaps the whole point isn’t being prince, but to be a leader to those who need it, who need you the most.

[iwanttofuckereh69]

now reading 2ha vol 2

ch 55 - 71

… but the careless thought would fly through his mind and soon be lost, like the drizzle of rain falling into a deep pond.

Mo Ran’s entire existence put into words perfectly

1. now im sad 😭

Ahhh the way Shi Mei’s death is described is gut wrenching. I was so sad reading that. But yeah, at least there are more details to what happened. It seems like Chu Wanning couldn’t do anything to save him that day. Or rather, he had to choose. I feel like if he tried saving Shi Mei, he wouldn’t hold the barrier. So he chose, faithful to his principles. It ties to Chu Xun’s sacrifice that seems to be supposed to show how hard of a decision it must have been both on Chu Xun and Chu Wanning. My guess is Mo Ran either didn’t realize at the time that CWN had to choose one over the other or he couldn’t understand why he would sacrifice his disciple to protect all those people he himself doesn’t care about. 

But damn that description hurt. Mo Ran’s heart was truly aching. And that comparison to a snowflake, equally beautiful and equally unimportant. Ehh

@thegreymoon if this is "moderate and usual amount of suffering" then i dont know if i want to continue!!!!

(jk, i like when it hurts 🙂)

2. Chu Wanning is even more awkward than i was in high school which should be considered an achievement

Tbh I like moments of Mo Ran’s longing for Chu Wanning. And how he reacts when he sees Chu Wanning finally after all this time CWN spend “in seclusion”. Its lovely, but also hes so dumb for not realizing. This whole whatever was going on between them during New Years Eve celebration was just lovely but also so awkward. Chu Wanning deliberately giving him a copper coin dumpling? Absolutely cute. But also so awkward and just 😬 Instead of finding thousands of weird ways to flirt maybe just tell him? Idk its an outrageous idea, but idk give it a try maybe?? And omg that awkward moment when he wanted to invite mo ran to watch fireworks but… yeah. I felt it in my bones. 

3. Breaking news, Mo Ran, despite being 32 yo in 16 yo body mentally somehow ended up being 5

Sometimes it feels to me as if mo ran desired CWN not as a person but as an object. And he is even comparing him to an ugly box that nobody wanted with perfectly fine food inside. An ugly box only he himself dared to open to discover the treasure inside. And he is so childishly jealous when now that box is on display for everyone to look at. Its almost silly. But also yeah, its another time he treats CWN more like a thing he owns. And nobody else should see any worth in that thing, because its only his to consume. There is a fine expression in my native language for a person like that, and funny enough, its also dog related. But I couldn't find any translation that would convey all the nuisance. It’s for a person that won’t let anyone else enjoy a thing even if they themselves have no intention of enjoying that thing either. It reminded me of this quote:

Eventually, like a beast, he had known only one thing: that Chu Wanning was his. Even if he didn’t care for Chu Wanning, he was still his to sunder and to ruin. 

And like… Right now, Mo Ran seems to me like an annoying jealous kid that wants CWN for himself out of pure spite. Because CWN never gave MR attention he thought he was owed or that he deserved. I want to punch him just a bit.

4. Shi Mei is totally Chu Wanning’s wingman

Like he always tries to show Mo Ran that CWN isnt all that bad XD And I won’t believe he didn’t realize after all those completely awkward confessions and random hand holdings that Mo Ran has feelings for him. Like I won’t believe he wouldn’t see right through him especially on that boat. And I think he is smarter than MR and saw that CWN isn’t indifferent to Mo Ran after all. I want to say he would be happy if they’d get together but BASED ON COMMUNITY’S REACTIONS i feel like i will look like a clown lol. But oh well thats my very biased impression of Shi Mei. 

@rosemary-screams

Never back down never what? NEVER GIVE UP!

Also it dawned on me while reading that you’re totally right @02cm, Mo Ran totally is wasting his chances with Shi Mei. I mean it happened before but that boat scene striked me as so annoyingly obvious. Like, he knows Shi Mei dies after he gets back from that “summer camp” in peach blossom springs. Its not gonna be long till that day and he can’t be sure it won’t happen again. And he is waiting around, unable to express his feelings that he was supposed to be so sure of. Is it… perhaps… a live showcase of Mo Ran’s only two brain cells almost connecting? Almost! Not quite there yet, but we’re on the right path. 

5. This book makes me feel disdain towards the characters and then feel bad for them in the matter of chapters njnjgviuvnjuigi im not well

I'm so heartbroken with the story of how Mo Ran was punished when he tried to steal the haitang flower for Chu Wanning because he had a crush on him. And CWN never let him speak and explain himself and punished him instead. I mean it’s kinda understandable but it makes me sad knowing that MR had such pure intentions... Also, that bedtime story about ox… Mo Ran sees himself in that boy? Because it seems like he always took the beatings no matter if he deserved it and nobody was kind enough to actually listen? And it seems like it will happen again now that he's being framed for murder.

6. Me when MR gave Xia Sini butterfly hair clip and made his hair:

THIS HAS NO REASON TO BE SO CUTE. Also i'm actually enjoying that smol Chu Wanning arc despite being weirded out at first. It gave CWN opportunity to be more relaxed around MR and the rest. And just like he can enjoy sweets as much as he wants without having to worry about losing his face, he can also just chill a bit because oh boy, my guy needed it so much

7. Someone really dislikes Mo Ran and is actively plotting his demise (which im not even surprised with). It’s either someone he already managed to wrong after reincarnating or someone of those many, many people he offended in his past life that somehow also got reincarnated into the past. What are the odds?!

Also, if Chu Wanning and Chu Xun are related (rather closely given how they look alike) and Chu Xun died and Chu Lan died and it seemed like there wasn’t anyone left out of their bloodline… how. Also what’s the self sacrifice gene because it clearly runs in this family. 

[metalandmagi]

I'm re-watching High School Musical the Musical The Series (again) and even though I love this silly show so much, I'm compiling a list of things I would change for my own sanity. Get ready for some of the most niche nitpicks you can imagine!

Give the poor background kid who plays Ryan in HSM during season 1 his part back. We only ever see this kid during the "Status Quo" dance. He's not even in "Bop to the Top." I love Seb, but dang it, Sharpay and Ryan are an iconic duo.😞

Figure out what to do with EJ from the beginning. He is such a good character at his core, but the writers fumbled the bag with him so many times.

Ashlyn or Seb should have gotten offered a spot at the Youth Actors Conservatory instead of Nini. You know they carried that musical, and then we could have avoided the entire YAC arc.

More Natalie Bagley (the stage manager). She's hilarious and has a good voice.

More Kaden (background guy with bleached blond hair). Idk I just like him for some reason 😅

Make Seb the Beast in season 2. Justice for Seb!!!!!

The award that they want to win in season 2 not only has a cash prize, but a scholarship too! If the wildcats won, that scholarship could have seriously changed someone's life!

Lily seems like the type of person who would let the Wildcats perform The Rose Song and let them get disqualified without telling them about the rule. Just saying...

Why are the Wildcats ordered to stop production on Beauty and the Beast for going to North High and literally not doing anything, while a North High teacher stole their property and yet doesn't get punished? Also, why do they just drop this plot point later? I don't remember seeing it get resolved.

Ditch Ashlyn's "make way for Belle" attitude at the beginning of season 3. Seriously, what's up with that? Do the writers know her at all?

WE NEVER GET TO SEE JET ACTUALLY PLAY HANS!? WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE?

We never find out what Carlos was aiming to do by changing the Frozen cast list. Who did he want to play?🤔

This is going to be an unpopular opinion, but I didn't need Maddox and Ashlyn to get together. We could keep the arc about Ashlyn (and Big Red) discovering she's bi at camp, but I just don't feel the same chemistry as I do between her and Big Red. They're fine together; there's nothing really wrong with the ship. I just didn't like the way Ashlyn and Big Red broke up. And it felt a little like both Ashlyn and Big Red had to end up with people of the same gender to somehow "validate" the fact that they're both bi. (Yes it's a funny reveal at the end with the fake French kid revealing that he likes Big Red, but the point still stands). Again, Ashlyn and Maddox isn't a bad ship at all, I just feel like everything between these 3 could have been handled better.

Get rid of Dani is season 4. I'm sorry, but she doesn't add anything to the show (even though she gets chiller by the end). Nothing against her, she's just a nothing character.

BRING BIG RED AND SEB BACK FOR THE ENTIRE LAST SEASON! And scrap the cheating plotline. I don't have the patience for this nonsense.

I love Miss Jenn and Mr. Mazzara being end game (they're just like Luke and Lorelai from Gilmore Girls!!!!!), but there has to be a better reason to break up with Ricky's dad. It felt so rushed.

Where the hell were all the extras that end up in the musical when Miss Jenn needed eight people to show up to the rehearsal? The main characters ditching that important rehearsal already annoyed me, but you'd think she'd get some of the ensemble to show up. Even if they said that most of them are doing the movie, some of them could have showed up, considering how big the ensemble is in the end.

Also in season 4, they talk about Miss Jenn and Mr. Mazzara's first meeting, but don't we see their first meeting back in season 1? Like...isn't it completely different?

As much as I love Miss Jenn wanting to continue teaching, I feel like she should have gotten her Broadway moment, at least for a little while. She was born to play Glinda.

I need to see Emmy become Natalie Bagley's protégé. They deserve to rule the world.

We needed an Olivia cameo at the end of the series. It could have been her face-timing the Wildcats. It could have been the camera zooming out when the rest of them were singing "Born to be Brave" to have her watching the video. Something! Anything!

[cousticks]

Thoughts on Gin and Kunikidarling?

OOooooooo boy

Gin I absolutely adore and wish we could see more. I'm constantly impressed by Gin. I talk about how much I love Gin a bit here but I can definitely go more in depth. We don't see a lot of Gin in the canon, honestly. But we know she doesn't have an ability. We also know she's a Black Lizard commander. Not just... some kid in the mafia, but a commander. And a highly skilled assassin in her own right. Like. Trained-by-Verlaine assassin. You don't get a command position in the mafia by being a one trick pony. Gin can strategize, lead a group, and is fully operable for stealth solo missions, hence the whole assassin bit. She's respected. I also think its kind of interesting how different her role is compared to her brother, who is more... flashy, comparatively. They come from quite similar backgrounds, other than Ryuunosuke having an ability, but Gin seems much more confident and assured in her skillsets. I just think she's really neat.

Beast Gin is really cool, too. She's one of the characters that seems the most different between the two universes, which is kind of interesting considering she's in the mafia in both. However Beastzai seems to have recognized the incredible skillsets Gin possessed in the original universe, and saw how all the same things that make Gin a good commander (strategy, independent thinking, etc) and assassin (remaining under-the-radar and nondescript while still constantly aware) make her a good secretary to the boss. Her talents are recognized as intrinsically useful and necessary in both universes. Like... if she was only useful to motivate Ryuunosuke, she could have just been anywhere in the mafia, kept under watch. But she's given an important position, because its an absolute waste not to. I think we should talk about how capable Gin is more because she kicks serious ass in every skillset and also because I just think she's cool.

As for Kunikida, all that needs to be said is that i'm in love with him. Of course i'll say more anyway though. Because I love him. Mr. "While we are an Armed Detective Agency." We joke about Kunikida being rigid and uptight in all such things with his carefully laid out schedule in his little book that operates his life, but when you get down to it Kunikida really is pretty adaptive. Whatever wrench is thrown in his plans, he always responds and takes action immediately, which I think is pretty admirable. Sure, he'd probably like to stay on schedule, but he's quick to recognize when things are simply not going to go his way and he needs to adapt. Like, you know, getting his ability ripped out of him by a fog and having to instead fight his way back to the agency to figure out what the hell is going on. Kunikida is constantly constantly proving how resourceful he is. He can have whatever he wants when he needs it with his ability, but is also still incredibly limited considering what he has. And while he's always ready for a fight and quite talented at it, he never jumps to anything that will do lasting damage. I'll always find the way he tends towards that grapple gun interesting and all the ways he can use it.

There's also Kunikida's tendency towards just kind of... making sure people are cared for, and taking responsibility for things he was involved in (whether it should be his responsibility or not). Case in point being Rokuzo, the boy from the Azure Messenger arc, that Kunikida had been basically providing for on the side because he felt bad about being involved in the case that killed his dad. He'd all but adopted the boy before Nobuko killed Rokuzo. (Hey, how much of the bit with Aya in the subway tunnel do you think felt like a flashback to Rokuzo for Kunikida? Poor guy has seen this happen too many times. Just let him adopt kids in peace.) He checks in on Katai, too. Once you're under Kunikida's protection just once, it kind of seems like that's a for-life deal, and I think that's a really neat aspect of him. Another way of looking at it kind of feels like his work is his life, but that work is not limited to the Detective Agency. Its his ideals coming through. I like him.

[mashpotatoequeen]

fairytales

Thinking about MBS and fairytales, but like. Classic fairytales. And how to change the stories so that it would fit the kids and their platonic relationships and all that love.

Like. Example one. Reynie. Reynie would have to be beauty and the beast, right? He's still at the orphanage, and Ms. Perumal is his tutor who occasionally goes to the capital to pick up schooling surplies. Curtain stars as Gaston, except what he wants is to take Reynie on as an apprentice, someone as clever as him to raise in his image. Reynie is awkwardly dodging adoption left and right. He just wants to read! He doesn't get why the whole town seems so willing to believe and do what that man says...

Anyway, Ms. Perumal goes on one of her trips, except this time she doesn't come back.

Reynie is worried out of his mind. Nobody is listening to him! Nobody seems to care! And Reynie, though he's scared and is only ever hopeful that he's brave, finally decides he's going after her and runs off into the woods in order to find her.

What he finds instead is an enchanted castle.

Ms. Perumal isn't there. A giant fluffy monster that introduces himself as Mr. Benedict is. Number Two is a talking clock and Rhonda is a talking Candelabra. Constance, Kate, and Sticky are there too, but I'm not sure if they should be human or not. I'm leaning not, but then I need to figure out what enchanted objects they would be.... Maybe Kate' a teacup (who terrifies everyone with her gravity defying stunts), Sticky is a pair of spectacles or a polishing cloth, and Constance is a pendant of a miniature globe.

It turns out, the whole castle has been cursed for quite some time. Reynie, who wandered through a storm half the night and is rather I'll indeed, ends up staying for a week while he recovers. He's determined to set out after Ms. Perumal once more as soon as he's well enough, but then Mr. Benedict shows him a mirror that reveals it was a simple matter of the storm causing the bridge to collapse and having to take the long way round. Reynie relaxes. He checks the mirror every day, but he also consumes books and listens to Constance's poetry and plays chess with Benedict. Kate tours him around the castle, and Sticky eagerly talks books with him. It's peaceful and new and nobody's trying to trick him into signing his life away on the dotted line. If this was a matter of loving someone to break a spell, the castle's inhabitants would be cured ten times over.

When Ms. Perumal finally arrives at the forest, Reynie is there to meet her. He takes her to greet all his new friends, and then they head back to the village together, trying to solve the mystery of the curse and with plans of future visits written in their minds.

But to the village they bring their stories, right? Stories of enchanted castles and beasts who are kind and sorcery in need of breaking. They don't see Curtain watching, growing furiouser and furiouser.

The man declares Ms. Perumal delusional for believing a child's tale and threatens her with a mental institution. Reynie, who is desperate, goes, "No, no- look! It's all real!" And shows the mirror the kids had given him to keep in touch.

Curtain emphasizes the 'enchanted' and the 'beast' and the 'sorcery' without any of the other details, and soon enough there's an angry mob. They storm the castle while Reynie and Miss Perumal escape and follow after them to try and warm their friends.

In the end, what's going to break the curse is truth, and enough people believing in it. Curtain had cursed his brother all those years ago and has been influencing the villagers' minds for years. The first person to realise the truth is Milligan, who hears Kate's voice and immediately blinks out of the depressive haze that has been clouding his thoughts for far too long. Suddenly, he remembers! And together, the children make sure the rest of the village remembers the truth too. Sticky's Parents and Noland and John and Violet and dozens of others all come together and turn against Curtain, bringing him down.

Miss Perumal adopts Reynie the very next day. The occupants of the castle, still getting used to their normal human bodies, nonetheless pull themselves together enough to throw a party celebrating a new Perumal and Constance's birthday and reunification of families and the broken curse. It lasts hours. There's dancing and food and a whole lot of love.

And they live happily ever after. The end. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

[jellogram]

Ok I don't watch Mr Beast but I do watch Cody Ko and he reacted to his ages 1-100 game today and holy fucking shit dude. Is this what all Mr Beast videos are like? This is psychological torture. He is torturing these people. Like I knew he had people play games for money but I didn't realize he was straight up fucking with them. There's kids here. They're crying from the pressure. This man has more money than God and this is what he's doing with it. He could afford to give every one of these people the prize money. And instead he's psychologically traumatizing children. We should kill this man holy shit

[damien-wolfram-art]

Getting Over it

** Writer's note: If you want to set the mood, I have a song for you to listen to before reading! Here it is! I'll also link a time stamp for the climax later on! **

**Extra Credit! I made a playlist! Rock on with Menma!**

“Uggh!” Groaned Menma, rolling from one side to his other on his messy bed. His mind was rife with thoughts of his recent break-up and the events leading up to it. His relationship hadn’t been particularly rough. He thought it had been going well actually.

Sakura Haruno was the child of heroes. She was extremely well known and well liked in The Hidden Leaf Village, Menma’s home village. When he was placed on her team, it felt like a blessing. Sure, he had to share her with, Mr. Useless, Sasuke, but he could ignore him. As payment, he would get to see Sakura’s inherited strength up close. Little did he know though, that his admiration would blossom into something much more.

The two started dating after a very informative training session. Sakura felled many trees that morning. Menma quietly watched over her as usual until she targeted the tree he was in. Observant as he was, he noticed right away and instead of fleeing, jumped down to catch her glowing blue fist.

Her big pretty green eyes opened wide, and he grit his teeth, meeting her gaze with his own tired deep blue ones. His deep purple chakra emerged and overtook hers, stopping her dead in her tracks before his back could even hit the tree.

“Men-ma?” Sakura whispered in surprise. Usually, people stayed far away from her fists if they could avoid it. Her monster strength struck fear into both her enemies and allies. “W-what are you doing? You could’ve gotten hurt!”

Menma’s chakra dissipated and he loosed Sakura’s fist. He let out an exhausted chuckle before speaking, “I’ve been gauging your strength for a while now, y’know? I needed to test it for myself.” He slumped against the tree and Sakura followed him, crouching in front of him.

“Menma!”

“I’m fine,” he dismissed. “Just took a lot more chakra than I was expecting. You really are strong.”

“I-I’ve never met someone so reckless!” Sakura chastised and Menma just laughed some more– weakly.

“You weren't worried about me, were you?”

“I-I,” she didn’t answer.

“Heh, we should train together more. I get the feeling that we’d both get better for it y’know?”

“Why don’t we go grab a meal? We can talk about training over lunch.”

The rest was history. The two would train until near exhaustion and then date in what remained of their off hours. It all changed after one fateful mission though.

Menma still couldn’t totally remember what happened. He remembered the difficulty of his mission escalating dramatically– far beyond the range for a team of genin like his. He also remembered waking in the hospital. It was Sasuke who told him that Sakura too had been injured. He rushed to see her, but she refused him entry.

Now, all Menma felt he could do was feel sorry for himself for losing such a catch. He rolled over again and changed the music track on his phone from a somber rock song to something much more intense. Inside him, something terrible stirred. He winced as the wave of gut-wrenching hatred resonated within him– Kurama, The Nine Tailed Fox. “Not now,” he moaned.

“You’re pitiful!” Snarled a deep guttural internal voice.

“Shut up…”

“Brat, you dare address me with disrespect!?!”

“I don’t really feel like talking,” Menma explained, curling up.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…I can’t believe I’m actually bonded to you.”

“Leave then,” Menma ordered weakly.

Kurama growled, “You really are annoying.” A ninth of the beast’s chakra jumped out of Menma, manifesting as a small, masked fox.

Menma peered over his bed at the beast curiously. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“You need to get over yourself! She was just one mate!”

“Mate?”

“Girlfriend, wife, who cares what you Humans call it!”

Menma blushed at the idea of Sakura being his wife, but returning to the conversation with Kurama, shook his head. “Whaddaya mean get over myself?” He snapped back.

“She’s just one mate! You can find another.”

“She’s The Child of Heroes! -”

“And I am the Nine Tails!” Screamed Kurama loud enough to shake Menma down to his very core. The small fox shifted into the form of a masked large white tiger and pounced upon him. “She is not the only grand achievement you have attained, nor will she be the last!”

“Kurama, what are you doing?”

“Showing you just how stupid you are being!” Kurama answered and with a clawed paw flipped his Human partner. “So, what if she left you?!?” He ripped off his bottoms, so that he was exposed. “You have other accomplishments and will certainly have more! See!”

Menma grunted, feeling the large beast invade him. “Kurama!” He squealed–face hot from angry embarrassment.

“How many can claim to have mated with a tailed beast, hm?” Asked the beast.

“Not many,” said Menma, now understanding that Kurama was trying to cheer him up.

“Yet another of your accomplishments!” Exclaimed Kurama. He was extremely rough.

Menma bit his lip and took his barbed thrusts painfully. “You bastard,” he grunted breathlessly. “Can’t you go a little easier?” Despite his whining, Menma was feeling a little better.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it. I’ve seen what you do behind closed doors!” Kurama scolded, slamming deeply into Menma and crashing into something that made his Human partner yelp with delight.

Kurama was right. Menma often allowed himself to get plowed and was as fond, if not more, of playing with his own holes as he was touching himself elsewhere. The more Kurama railed him in that spot, the more Menma got closer to his climax.

“Ah fuck, Kurama!” Menma groaned lustily, moving his hips with his beast. Their final thrusts were perfectly timed to the beat of the music.  A strikingly impressive guitar solo from his still blaring phone stole his mind and he spilled out onto the sheets he was humping. It was one of his favorite artists too.

Inside of their mind palace, Kurama sneered. Inside of Menma, he came. The two rode out the rest of the song breathing in sync with Kurama laying heavily on his partner.

@narutokinktober

@bitchbot3000

[d-f-phantom]

"Why?"

"Why is it so specific?"

"Do I look like I run the heavens to you, boy? That's just how it is. 273 years. It happened in 1751, it happened in 1478, it happened in 1205, and it's happening now."

"You're making this up."

"What?"

"It's too specific."

"...Listen here you spoiled cunt, I'm sorry that destiny doesn't adhere to your human ideas of how it should work, but you can't just ignore this."

"This seems like a scam."

"...Look, if this is a scam, you lose whatever you're scammed out of and you move on. If it's not a scam, the world is doomed."

"Seems fake."

"I give up. I can't make you follow the prophecy. Fate works by coincidences and crossing paths, not mind control. If you insist on not following your destiny, then the heavens themselves can't make you, let alone me."

Some time passes...

"Hey."

"Oh, well if it isn't Little Mr. Suspicious. Let me guess, the Cyclic Beast just ate a city?"

"Look, I'm sorry-"

"And I don't care, because it's too late."

"What?"

"Are you kidding me? You needed to start your training a month ago, when I asked you to. Starting now would be pointless. By the time you'd be ready to kill it, it'd have already consumed enough souls to finally awaken its true form, and you ain't gonna be able to stand up to its true form. Best get used to hunting and gathering in dense forests that it can't see through, kid, 'cause that's what life is gonna be for mankind from now on."

"Can't you do something? At least train me a little?"

"Oh, so when there's no Cyclic Beast, it's "why doesn't the prophecy have a round number? I think you're scamming me", but now that the Cyclic Beast is here, it's "please spend the last two weeks of civilized existence trying to cram in a month's worth of training." I've already got plans. I'm going to sit here, play my lyre, enjoy my good liquor, and watch the world burn."

"Please. I'm sorry. I was selfish, alright? I didn't think logically because I didn't want to risk any kind of scam." *sigh* "Because my ego would get bruised if I got scammed. Now the Cyclic Beast is here. My ego's got four broken ribs and a shattered femur. I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

"Fine, I'll train you as best I can, but if that Cyclic Beast kills you, I get your soul."

"Why do you want my soul?"

"I'll be able to spend 30 years of the apocalypse in an illsory world fuelled by the lingering energy of your soul instead of hunting for scraps, that's why. Now come on. We've got a lot to catch up on."

“You are the chosen one. The prophecy says that every 273 years-” “Wait, why isn’t it a round number? Sorry, no can do” “Are you really denying your destiny over this?” “Uhh… yeah?”

[incandescent-irrigation]

this is gonna sound like the most tumblr story possible but i PROMISE you it happened, ask my gf and she will corroborate it.

so my extended family visited my hometown while i also happened to be visiting. theyve got 3 kids, but only the youngest one came with them. she is 10 years old. now ive been with my gf for years at this point, so shes known the kid for the majority of those 10 years. the kid has always been enamored with my gf bcs shes an adult that 1. looks very young 2. does not speak any of the languages that the child knows 3. gets to be on her phone most of the time and other adults dont mind it (language difference). ngl my gf finds it both endearing and somewhat of a nuisance since the kid has way too much energy.

we havent seen her for a while, so we were surprised to find out that she 1. speaks decent english, her now third language, 2. watches ghost hunts on yt without subtitles or anything, 3. uses discord (concerning) (saw her use it on her phone) 4. knows what danganronpa is (very concerning) (saw her lockscreen, which is chiaki)

as a responsible adult, it did cross my mind that i should tell her mom shes into shit made for Older Kids at best, but then i remembered her parents are famously shit with technology (addicted to apple products, do not know what airdropping is) and her older brothers were also allowed to be into age inappropriate shit (one of them pestered me for the title of battle royale bcs he saw a few scenes from it, back when he was like 9) so i do not think tattling on her would change much. instead i decided to strike up a conversation and gently express that she at least should try not to interact with adults on the internet.

kids latch onto subjects when they realize an adult is actually understanding what theyre saying. which is to say "oh you like danganronpa?" was NOT the best start of the conversation.

below is a list of quotes from her in chronological order, from a conversation that gave me at least five aneurysms at once:

"oh so you ARE a komaeda kinnie" (i am not)

"you guys are just like komahina"

"hmmmm i dunno i like danganronpa, omori, nothing else right now?"

"would you take a quiz to see if you're a Real komaeda kinnie?" (again, i am not)

"are you a homosexual?" (followed by me and my gf going "what gave you that idea?" in unison)

"yeah you are like the definition of a homosexual"

"the submarine thing would've been so much funnier if mr beast was in there"

"if i could hack mall speakers i would play c-" ("do not. finish that sentence kiddo")

"why do you smoke that?" (a vape) ("it's strawberry flavored" "oh cool. can i have some?" "abSOLUTELY NOT", again in unison)

"okay but if not komaeda, who would you be kinning?"

[sirgiant-blog-blog]

I am a wasp.

I am a wasp.

You know that, right?

Well, just in case you don't know what I mean, wasp is an acronym for White Anglo Saxon Protestant.

See? WASP.

I know. It's probably politically incorrect nowadays.

But, you know, I'm a kid from the '60s and stuff like that was common back then.

So, I have a little story. This one is recent. In fact, it was just this past Sunday.

The church I go to with Robin and her Mom is called St. John Lutheran Church. The pastor and his wife are super nice and super talented on so many levels. Their names are Jeffrey Shanks and Anette Shanks.

And they are innovative.

Robin tells me that the "Table Service" I attend with her and her mother was implemented by Pastor and Mrs. Shanks.

To explain, the service is in a cafeteria and not a chapel or a sanctuary. Everyone sits at tables instead of pews. The entire experience is much more casual than you might expect in a church. And the music is outstanding.

Everyone has their own "cup of tea," so to speak, so maybe this isn't for everyone but I truly enjoy what they are doing.

Speaking of tea, THEY SERVE COFFEE!

YES! Can you believe it?

Well, this past Sunday, probably because Thanksgiving had just passed, there was a container of liquid Pumpkin Spice Creamer on the table by the coffee.

Oh. My. GOSH!

PUMPKIN SPICE CREAMER!

I will admit that I was a little generous to myself when I added that creamer to my coffee but, give me a break, this was PUMPKIN SPICE CREAMER!!!

The band was rehearsing and I brought my coffee to the table we usually sit at.

Yes. I said "the band." I'm telling you, this is a great band. This past Sunday, for example, they performed a STELLAR rendition of "O Come O Come Emmanuel."

Anyway, I was sitting at the table, enjoying the rehearsal of the band, and I had placed my styrofoam cup of coffee (with the PUMPKIN SPICE CREAMER) on the table.

That's when a wasp visited me.

No, not another White Anglo Saxon Protestant, this was a wasp. You know, the insect.

The kind with a stinger.

The kind people are often allergic to.

The kind that makes giant beasts, like horses and cattle, jump and kick and run for their lives.

Yes, THAT wasp.

I think this wasp was attracted to my coffee. More specifically, he was attracted to my PUMPKIN SPICE CREAMER!

This is not just a theory.

The insect was LITERALLY (and I NEVER use that word incorrectly) inside my cup. He was inching closer and closer to that same sweet nectar that made me choose it in the first place.

I said to the wasp, "Look. I know you're a wasp. And, technically you should be welcome here. But, well, you're not. So get out."

All I did was blow on the little guy and he vacated the premises.

Not the premises of the cafeteria but the premises of my styrofoam cup.

I watched him as he darted through the air.

It was kind of amazing, really.

Like watching a miniature drone taking videos of all the people sitting around watching the band rehearse.

Well, I eventually lost him. I didn't know where he had gone to.

THEN, I heard one of the young ladies singing on the stage say one word that was not in the song they were singing. That word was, "WASP!"

Uh oh.

The wasp that visited me was now terrorizing the band!

Oy. (I get a little Jewish at times like these)

Did I do this?

Did I inadvertently, unintentionally, innocently, remorsefully, and stupidly miss a chance to nip a problem in the bud? (Is it bud or butt?)

Yes I had.

I knew it.

I felt bad.

There was now a little bit of a panic.

One woman stood up and announced, "I'm ALLERGIC!"

I tried to act innocent but God was watching. So I knew this was going to be something I would have to answer for in the afterlife.

THEN, of all the unexpected turn of events that could have happened, THE WASP LANDED ON ANETTE'S HAIR!

Yes, IN HER HAIR!

AND THEN, like a super hero appearing out of nowhere, a young woman with an empty styrofoam cup in one hand and a church bulletin in another, skillfully, slowly, and with GREAT PRECISION, captured that wasp in that cup and held it tight with the paper bulletin!

I watched as she then walked that little terrorizing beast out the door and let it go into the courtyard.

The drama was over.

But my guilt lingered.

It was one of those I "coulda-shoulda" moments.

So, to make amends, I'm writing this story.

I know in the Protestant church we don't confess our sins aloud, but this story, published for all of social media to read, is my confession.

Yes, I am in confession.

Even if I am a wasp.

The illustration is my attempt to capture the moment when the young woman caught the wasp off of Anette's hair. My apologies to both ladies for the inaccurate likenesses.

[reidslovely]

That’s the Price (Mob! Peter Parker x Reader) (Chapter One)

Request: Yes/No

Summary: Leaving an abusive household in your early 20′s should be liberating. Instead, (Y/N) was forced into an arranged marriage with a stranger who only ever watched her from a far. Now Peter, the soft but rigid man, will do anything in his ability to make her feel safe. 

Content Warnings: Mentions of abuse (physical and emotional) on the part of readers father, talks of murder, passing mentions of outbursts of anger on the part of reader, reader has a trauma response nothing too intense but still be warned. I think that is all please let me know of anything I missed. 

Disclaimer: This is my first time since like 2017 writing any type of mob au! All my inspiration comes from the different interpretations of Mob! Peter I’ve seen on here. My skills may be a bit rusty, but the more y’all request him the more I will write of him. 

series masterlist link

playlist link

Please, please reblog! It helps writers more than you know. Enjoy!

Young girls always idolize the love story of Belle and the Beast; the idea of a strong, misunderstood man whisking the unhappy girl away from her unhappy life sounded so beautiful as a kid. All those wishes (Y/N) made as a child, to be whisked away from her miserable day to day, had crawled up and bit her in the ass.

“Mrs. Parker?” 

 Her nose twitched as she admired the flowers sitting on the vanity, ignoring the faint voice of Mr. Morales who, no doubt, had come to tell her Peter was requesting her presence at breakfast. A beautiful array of green, and baby blue hydrangeas sat in front of the open window of their bedroom, a form of apology from her new husband attached. 

‘Neshama sheli, 

Green for renewal and rebirth, blue for my apologies.

I hope to see you today, it has been a rough couple of days but we can’t ignore each other forever. We can do anything you want, my time is yours.

-Peter.”

It was his handwriting alright, capital letters where lowercase should be and slanted slightly to the right. She clenched the note in her hand, tears building in her eyes as she remembered the first letter she had received from him. Her father forced it into her hand as he explained the situation as she sat sobbing on the floor, her cheek throbbing from the punishment after she had said she wouldn’t be married off. 

“It’ll be good for both families, clear any bad blood. It is your duty to marry this man, it has been a long time in the making.” Tony explained, kneeling in front of his daughter. He grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him. “So stop your fucking crying. We have a fiance to meet. Put something on that.” His finger prodded at the red, throbbing mark under her eyes.

Silence fell over the room as she wiped her eyes at the memory, it was a terrible memory that made her feel sick. There were not many memories of her father she thought too fondly on, they all sent her into a state of sickness. The door of the bathroom pushed open, (Y/N) jumped up from the vanity as she caught the tall figure in the mirror. 

“I’m sorry..I was going to come down. I was on my way down. I- I wanted to look presentable for you.” Her apologies rolled off her tongue, as Peter's figure stalked towards her. His hands dropped into his pockets, in what he believed to be a non threatening position- but he had a lot to learn. 

“I’m not angry, dove.” He pulled his hands from his pockets, placing them on his hips. “I was worried, Miles said you didn’t answer. We didn’t want a wedding day repeat, d’ya love.”

His steps towards her continued, each more careful than the last. His hands lowered, settling her back into the chair of the vanity. (Y/N)’s glossy eyes stared at him, shocked by his kindness; her cheek nuzzled into his palm. Her breaths evened out, and her eyes flooded with displaced tears. 

“It’s alright, Dove. I’m here.”

“You scared me..” 

Peter pressed his lips together, working her through the moment. He knew what she had gone through, Aunt May had warned him of her delicate state but the vase of flowers to the wall on the wedding day sealed the door. 

Tony, (Y/N)’s father, was a deeply distrusting and unkind man. Peter had watched his future in-laws at a distance for years, even when the business between the two families was at a low. He hadn't trusted Tony since the day he laid eyes on him, he remembers the first interaction very clearly. It was at Ben’s funeral that (Y/N)’s father told Peter, to his face, that he was a kid and that he could never run this business. That after Ben had died, it should have been Tony who took over, not the unofficial son of Ben Parker. However, Peter had abilities that Tony was never capable of. Ben knew Peter, though he was just freshly eighteen, would improve the empire they had built. 

That day was also the day he had been told what he and (Y/N) would be one day. May had informed him that was the girl he was going to marry one day. 

(Y/N) was gorgeous, she was anything a man could want in a wife. He watched her interact with his men’s children; the way she happily played games with them. Peter thought of (Y/N) interacting with their future kids, he smiled at her when she caught his stare. She smiled back, sweet and shy. That’s when he noticed the other parts of her. There was a big bruise, poorly covered on her collarbone; the mark showing from the neck of her dress. He wondered how it had got there, when her fathers had squeezed down on her shoulder followed by a daring glare. That's when he realized how. Peter wanted to prove it, to run to May and tell her what he saw, ask what Ben would do. But, there was no actual proof- it was one bruise and visible anger he saw it wouldn’t prove liable. He saw her on and off after that, never alone enough to ask what her father did to her. Not at least up till the weeks before their wedding, he saw it with his own eyes. It was time to make any sort of case that he could against Tony. 

Their wedding day changed everything. (Y/N)’s only request to May was that her father was not invited- and that their flowers be red hydrangeas. Check, and check. (Y/N) had her red flowers, and her father escorted from the building. Peter had got to cradle his bride as she broke down in his arms after their vows, he felt her pain, almost as if they were connected. It didn’t last more than a few minutes, because (Y/N) hadn’t seen the innocent touch way he had, she saw herself as being restricted physically and metaphorically. Tony always told her she was something to keep the Parker’s happy, and off his back. Her coldness returned, before the vase of red hydrangeas sitting on the table went barreling past his head and to the wall. It was misdirected anger, he couldn’t blame her. She was a fragile, and shaken animal and right now she saw him as a predator.

In this moment though, the green and blue hydrangeas sat firmly in the windowsill not moving and not coming towards his head. 

“Better?” He asks his thumb stroking her cheek, his eyes roaming her face. (Y/N)’s eyes found him, she nuzzled her face into his palm as she nodded. She has taken a liking to him in the weeks after.

“Okay..come eat breakfast. You’ll feel better.” 

Peter stood, reaching his hand out to her, (Y/N) placed hers in his letting him lead her down the stairs to the kitchen. The rest of the morning went perfectly, they talked and laughed. It was the first time since they met that they felt like real people towards one another. (Y/N) even started to allow him to kiss her, briefly, before he had to disappear into his office.

His feet were propped on his desk, as he stared out the window. Lost in thought as Miles explained an ongoing business deal with the Reid’s Hauling company; but all he could think about was the woman downstairs waiting for him. 

“P- Peter..” 

Her voice carried in the small room, over Miles even. Peter snapped his head towards her in a smile. “Hi, Dove.” His feet carried him over to her quickly, his hands settling on her side as he kissed her forehead. “Did you need something?” 

“No I just..I finished my shower and wanted to see you.” (Y/N)’s hands held the opening of his suit jacket, looking up at him. “But if you’re busy I can..”

“No, no. This is your business too- everything I plan I tell you. This is a partnership, Dove.” 

(Y/N) looked at him with soft eyes, his hand on her waist leading them back to the desk. (Y/N) nestled on his lap listening to the young men talk, (Y/N) twisted Peter’s wedding ring around his finger as they plotted out a line of attack. Peter treaded carefully around his words, not wanting to trigger anything in (Y/N); but when he looked at her she was far away.

“Miles, a second.” Peter nodded towards the door, the protege left, closing the door behind him. Peter fixed her on his lap, causing her to look at him. Her eyes glistening with salty tears, guilt building up in them

“I know you hurt, and that’s okay my love. But you need to tell me when you’re not in a good mindset. I am going to say things that might..”

“I just feel so guilty Pete, for hearing this stuff. For being here..” He couldn’t finish his sentence before she had fully started to cry. His tone was maybe too rough in scolding her, all of this was still so fresh for both of them. He held her against his chest, his hands rubbing her back as she cried, his lips resting on her forehead. 

“Don’t feel guilty. What did I tell you? You’re allowed to have a voice in your life, in our life Dove.” 

“But my dad, he never let me hear this stuff. Said that I need to-”

“Be in the kitchen and make the men you’re serving happy. I know, but I don’t want that from you. He was a mean man, and those are things we don’t stand for anymore. Times have changed, this is our family, and our business okay baby.” Peter held her face in his hands. “Tony was a mean, disgusting man who did incredibly wrong things to you. And even through it all, you became better than he could ever want to be.” 

His thumbs wiped away the tears off her cheek, her forehead dropped against his. 

“You’re sweet, kind, and so understanding. You don’t understand how badly, and how long I have wanted to make him pay for what he’s done to you.” 

“Then do it..”

The words shocked both of them, Peter stared at her looking for any sign of truth in her eyes. It was all he saw, she was pleading with him. He tucked her hair behind her ear, as he reached for the phone on his desk. As he dialed the number he stared her down, waiting for any cue to stop while he was ahead of himself. He kissed the apples of her cheeks, as the other end picked up. 

“Tony, it’s Peter. Yeah, yeah..listen man, why don't you meet me for a late lunch. We have some things to work out man.”

As he spoke his hand tightened around his girl, holding her close assuring her it was all going to be okay.

-----

tags

@bxcketbarnes @sincericida @helloheyhihowdyheya​ @marrymetheonott​ @toomanyfictionalboyfriends​ @theonlymaddie​ @lateridk​ @andrews-lovr​ @adhdhufflepuff​ @thatsassyhufflepuff​ @megmehz​

[lastoneout]

Ngl I had to stop watching the video Rosanna Pansino video about the sexual stuff she reported to the FBI bcs she and DogPack got really focused on the vore like it was a huge deal and super freaky and disgusting when there's like, actual concerning stuff in those messages that they could have focused on instead. Like the problem here ABSOLUTELY isn't the vore. Seemed like DogPack cared a bit more about grossing Pansino out with kinks she didn't understand than he was with actually talking about the underage photos and I guess that makes better content but like...? It's just weird.

And honestly, I get the instinct to make a video like this to expose Mr. Beast and Ava, but it honestly to have Pansino and DogPack just sit there recording themselves going through the messages, plastering blurred out versions of them on screen, SAYING THE NAME OF THE REAL LIVING PERSON ALLEGED TO BE IN THE PHOTO OF A MINOR, and LAUGHING the entire time like it was a reaction video for some unhinged meme page and not a series of messages that contains actual CSM felt extremely fucking gross. It was in extremely poor taste and they never should have made it, they should have taken that shit directly to the appropriate authorities and maybe made a short, SERIOUS video explaining that they found concerning stuff, maybe giving a short, vague explanation of what it was(like just "child exploitation material" and leave it at that), and have reported it. That video does not need to exist, it achieves nothing except making serious shit into a reaction-video style joke and dragging an actual harmless kink into it all to paint the people who practice them as dangerous freaks for literally no reason. There's a time and a place for "omg look what this person did lol" videos and this WAS NOT IT.

I'm glad DogPack has broken the silence on a lot of this stuff but ngl I kinda hate the way he's going about it. Like his first video contains such a massive fatphobic screed scaremongering about getting kids addicted to sugar in the middle that I legit had to stop watching bcs it actually made me feel sick. No one's perfect and this was always gonna get spread by shitty people who do make weird videos about it for clout given the nature of the situation and Mr. Beast being a huge youtuber, but yeah I don't like the way he's gone about this and turning a video about actual CSM into a "lol watch while I explain weird kinks to this vanilla lady while she laughs uncomfortably and implies liking vore makes you a cannibal freak" is gross and exploitative. They're both doing good work and good people can get caught up in the rush of exposing something crazy, we've all been there, but that was too far and imo they absolutely need to take that video down and apologize for making it in the first place.

By the way, here's a quick update on what's been going down on the worst part of the internet this week:

Five days ago, Rosanna Pansino made a video where she opened up a package of Lunchly taken straight off the store shelf (2 months before its expiration date), and found that the cheese was absolutely festering with mould.

Not only is this absolutely disgusting, but, as Pansino points out in her video, they're selling this to kids. The young kids opening up and eating this might not know what mould looks like, and therefore won't recognise this for what it is.

A source associated with MrBeast told Newsweek to "consider the context and the source", essentially accusing Pansino of faking the video. She responded by posting the full unedited video of her opening the box.

And while officially representatives for MrBeast, KSI and Logan Paul declined to comment, two days ago Logan Paul dropped an episode of his podcast guest-starring KSI where they kinda-but-not-really responded to the video/tweets in passing, implying that Pansino was clout-chasing.

But over the past week more people have been posting their own videos of finding mould in Lunchly.

[jimblejamblewritings]

de fragee prutia | part 3.

Summary: Welcome to the world of Descendants but with a slight twist. (Y/N) is the daughter of Prince Naveen and Princess Tiana. Being girlfriend to Ben and a royal herself, (Y/N) encourages Ben to bring over some kids from the Isle. Will she be putting everything she loves to the test with this idea? Will she and Ben survive or will she meet someone else along the way?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

(Y/N POV)

You had spent the better part of the week ignoring Mal and any time you had to talk to her your words were laced with venom. It wasn’t easy any time you both showed up to your lockers at the same time, like today. Mal gave you a brief smile but knew better than to try and say anything. You both grabbed your stuff silently. You looked over at Mal.

What you wanted to do was yell and scream. You got where she was coming from but that didn’t make it right, and to not say anything for so long. It made you pissed. But you acting out could potentially make Mal turn back towards evil and that wasn’t what anyone needed. She should consider herself lucky she’s a VK and you cared more about making them better. If it was an AK you would’ve held a grudge for at least four months. You angrily kicked the locker before taking a breath and turning to Mal.

“As head of the VKA program, I’m marking these past events as a small slip up. Slight regression, to be expected nothing major. Five hours of extra goodness classes with Jane as a detention. But as a girlfriend I’m obligated to call this strike one, Mal. Let’s not make this one a habit. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Mal went to shake your hand but you pulled her into a hug instead. You had to go in all the way otherwise you’d let your anger take over again.

“Wait, you said girlfriend. So you and Ben.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I just clearly heard…”

“I’m scheduling your first hour with Jane right now if you don’t shut up.”

You were still mad at Ben. A love potion wasn’t supposed to magically erase all the emotions you had to go through and unlike Mal, you could afford to stay mad at him.

~~~~~~

(Third Person POV)

(Y/N), Ben, and Mal shared math together. When Ben made a move to sit next to (Y/N), she got up and moved to sit by Mal. He had been trying multiple times to be next to (Y/N) in any class they shared and it was honestly, slowly breaking her down.

Ben didn’t push it. He let (Y/N) and Mal switch places and didn’t say anything. Mal purposely sat back in her seat so Ben and (Y/N) were at least aware of each other. Ben smiled to himself every time he caught (Y/N) looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Um, Mal, do you have the answer to number eight?” (Y/N) asked. They were correcting tests in class.

“Nope, sorry. Math’s not really my…thing.”

“Ici. J’ai la bonne réponse pour ça.” Ben slid over his test. (Here, I have the right answer for that one)

“Oh…merci,” (Y/N) said quietly as she tentatively grabbed the test.

She didn’t talk to Ben or Mal the rest of class, just silently did her corrections. Any time she needed a correction she couldn’t solve, she would silently reach across the table for Ben’s paper. The bell rang dismissing everyone.

“Thank you, Mr. Clemmons.” The class said in unison as they left.

The next day (Y/N) walked quickly to her locker after class before Ben could try and stop her. She was there to drop off her math binder and pick up her poms. Yearbook pictures for some of the sports teams were that day right before lunch and Tourney Cheerleading was one of them.

Ben hid around the corner from his locker. He could see (Y/N) from where he was. He watched as she opened her locker and stared blankly at a space in there. (Y/N) stared at the ring in her locker. She had seen Ben wearing the birthday ring she got him lately but didn’t expect his beast ring to be sitting in front of her.

(Y/N) looked past the ring to throw her binder in and grab her poms. She slammed her locker shut before rolling her eyes and reopening it. Ben smiled as he watched her slip the ring on her pointer finger and leave for pictures. She accepted the ring. Now he could carry forward with his apology. She wanted more than words and that’s what he would give her.

(Y/N POV)

You never ate a heavy breakfast before a game on game day because it made getting into the tight cheer uniform not easy. Why you didn’t apply the same principle for picture day was beyond you. You stood in line with the other girls waiting for pictures, tugging at your uniform.

“(Y/N)? We said yellow sparkly bows with Auradon written in blue.” Jane said as she assessed everyone’s uniforms. You were wearing the plain white bows.

“Crap. I’ll go run to my room and grab it real quick. I’ll be back in time, promise!”

You dropped your poms and started running towards the dormitories. You were mentally trying to picture where the bow could be in your room. You were out of breath as you put the key in, to unlock the door. The gym wasn’t exactly right next to the dorms. Before you could turn the key, the door opened just slightly. There was Ben in the doorway, blocking your path.

“I forgot to ask for the spare key back… Can I get in my room please? I’m in a hurry for something.”

“That would ruin the surprise.”

“What, Ben?”

“Here. Jane texted me.” He said, handing you the yellow bow you needed.

“Thanks.” You grabbed your bow from him.

“You’re wearing it.” Ben motioned towards his ring.

“Yeah…and it’s not allowed for pictures so…”

“I’ll hold onto it for you.”

He stretched out his hand. You gently slipped the ring off and dropped it into his outstretched hand. You turned to leave and run back to the gym.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Wait!”

You turned back. Ben handed you a letter.

“Mi suino vraicho davelé, Prutia.” (I really am sorry, Princess)

“I…I’ve got to go, Ben.”

You ran back towards the gym to make it for pictures.

“Just in time. Only one team left before we go.” Jane ushered you back over to where the rest of the squad was. “What’s that?”

“Letter from Ben.”

“What’s it say?”

“Let’s find out.”

“What language is that?”

“Maldonian,” you whispered in shock.

Ben wrote a whole letter in Maldonian. You knew it took him a lot of time and probably some help from Jay; Ben was by no standard fluent in Maldonian. He explained everything Mal had already told you and apologized for other things too. It didn’t matter what the letter said at this point. The fact that he took the time to write it in Maldonian. It meant so much to you.

English might have been the official language in Auradon but a few of the smaller kingdoms or territories had their own languages. You learned Maldonian and French Creole before you so much as said a word in English. Maldonia was always a small kingdom, no one outside of it, with the exception of Jay, knew how to speak Maldonian. You were surprised the first time Ben ever asked you how to say hello in Maldonian and certainly never thought he would take it this serious.

“Oh, that’s sweet.” Jane said peering at the letter she couldn’t read.

You didn’t say anything. You set the letter down, grabbed your poms, and got into position for photos with the squad.

~~~~~~

Outside your room door was a small wicker basket with Ben’s old clothes, his beast ring, your favorite socks, and one of your more delicate tiaras. You grabbed the basket and made your way to one of the guest bathrooms near the middle of your dorm floor to change. They weren’t the same sweats you’d worn before. It was one of Ben’s extra tourney uniforms. Without all the padding, the jersey and shorts were pretty comfortable.

You knocked on your room door. Ben opened it part way again, he was in sweats but also had his crown on. So, it was that type of day. Whatever Ben wanted, he meant business when the crown was on.

“Password?”

“Let me into my own room, it’s the middle of the day and I’m out here dressed like an idiot.”

“Mmmm. I would’ve accepted password but I guess that works too.”

Ben opened the door fully to reveal a rose petal path with water lilies in the center leading up to the open bay window. On the seating area attached to the window was a tray of food. Ben grabbed your hand and led you towards the window. He sat on one side of the tray and you sat across from him on the other.

“You did all this? How long did it take you?”

“Since you left for photos, I panicked for a minute when Jane texted. You wanted something past words.” Ben poured your soda for you.

“Jay helped with the letter didn’t he?”

“TC.”

You looked up from the burger you were eating. “TC? But he’s back home and they don’t have… you went all the way to Maldonia for that?”

“TC’s the one who’s been teaching me, all this time. Your fromanno too.”

“James?! Those two ain’t ever keep a secret from me a day in their life.”

“Mi los ho promita para mim.” (I made them promise me)

Ben was more fluent than you thought.

“Are those my mama’s beignets?”

Ben laughed half-heartedly.

“What?”

“Your mother wasn’t trying to give up that recipe for no one.”

“That sounds like my mama.”

“Well, I don’t know how much those taste like your mom’s but I tried.”

You took a bite. They were good, not as good as your mama’s, but good. Ben really pulled out all the stops. He reached out to tuck one of your wayward (Y/H/C) curls behind your ear. Ben’s hand cupped your cheek and on instinct you nuzzled in. You grabbed his hand, still cupping your cheek. To say you missed him would be an understatement. Ben brought your hand to his lips and, when he was confident you wouldn’t pull away, gently kissed it.

You reached for Ben’s crown and placed it on top of your head.

“Are we switching crowns now?” He took your tiara from you. “Am I just as pretty as you?”

“No,” you said with deadpan serious before cracking a smile.

“Hey, thanks for not telling your parents about our fight.” Ben got so quiet you had to lean in to hear. “I really thought I was dead when I went to ask your mom for the beignets.”

“I wasn’t going to tell them. But you do have a lot of explaining to do to my brothers.”

“They already chewed my ear off about it.”

“Good, you kind of deserved it…BEN?!”

He had dipped his fingers in his glass and flicked water on your face. You retaliated, starting a water fight between you guys.

The two of you talked and laughed well past lunch and until the sun went down. Never had you skipped classes before but you and Ben didn’t bother moving when the bell rang to end lunch. You missed dinner and had to order from Rainforest Cafe to your room.

“I missed this, (Y/N). This was nice. Are your folks coming to Family Day?”

Ben was gathering his stuff. You heard him talking from the bathroom where you were tying your headscarf for bed, sometimes you wrapped your hair other times you just used a silk pillow.

“Just my dad and TC. Mama’s going to support James’ playoff game. We need to do something for the VKs.”

“I’ll talk to Fairy Godmother and see what we can do.”

“What’s wrong?”

Ben kept looking at you, ever since you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Nothing,” he said while smiling, “I like seeing you like that, in my clothes. I’ll see you tomorrow, (Y/N).”

You were still in Ben’s tourney uniform. You had planned on just sleeping in it. You all of a sudden felt self-conscious with his eyes on you. You knew you were about to say something you’d probably regret later. But you felt the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Ben, do you want to stay here tonight?” You asked, fiddling with the bottom of his jersey.

“Yeah… yeah, okay.”

Ben turned off the lights before joining you. He was careful to stay on his side of the bed. You turned over to face him and felt Ben do the same.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight, Ben.”

You woke up in the morning with Ben’s arm draped over your stomach, his fingertips touching exposed skin where the jersey had ridden up a little. Ben woke up shortly after you. He quickly pulled back his hand.

“Sorry.”

“S’okay,” you said still sleepy.

“I have to go talk to Fairy Godmother now. I’ll see you later.”

Ben felt emboldened and kissed you on the forehead. You covered your face with your hands to hide your smile. It was something Ben had done a hundred times before but it felt like when you first started dating, butterflies everywhere.You heard Ben laugh. He leaned in next to your ear.

“I promise I’m going to make us right.”

You felt the bed dip and then get lighter as he got up and left.

~~

(Third Person POV)

Ben, (Y/N), and Fairy Godmother stood in front of the VKs in their Goodness 101 class. It didn’t go unnoticed by them that (Y/N) was wearing Ben’s ring again. And they were standing next to each other, fingertips brushing each other.

“Since we can’t exactly bring your parents here, we set up a little surprise for you!” Fairy Godmother chirped enthusiastically.

The VKs turned on the TV to see their parents. The kids ran towards the television.

“Hi, mom.” Mal spoke first.

“Oh, Mal. I m-miss you,” Maleficent struggled to get the words out.

“You children are never far from our thoughts.” Jafar chimed in.

“How long must mommy wait to see you, Mal?”

“Well Ben’s coronation is coming up so probably not till some time after that. It’s really busy around here right now, you know.”

“You sure we can’t see you before that. I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t get my hands on that little magic w— you! Little magic you.”

“I’m positive, mom.”

“I mean we could try to arrange something?” Ben spoke up.

“It’s perfectly fine Ben, we can wait. You guys are really busy around here as it is.”

The villains started arguing amongst themselves, completely ignoring their children. Jay made a move to end the video call.

“Thanks guys for trying, but I think we’re done here.”

“Sorry, guys.”

“It’s fine.”

The VKs walked off.

“Hey M. What do you think our parents are going to do if we don’t pull this off?”

“Oh we’re so dead.”

The VKs camped out in Jay and Carlos’ room trying to come up with a new plan to snatch the wand. They had a time and place but they still needed a plan.

“(Y/N) managed to get us seats up here in the front. We’ll just grab it and go…”

“Easier said than done.”

“Evie.” Mal handed the girl a perfume bottle. “You’ll spray the driver with this, knock him out. Then you and Carlos swing by to get Jay and I.”

The VKs were silent.

“We can do this guys! ‘Cause we’re rotten…”

“To the core.”

(Y/N POV)

Family Day was an overly cheesy display, even by Auradon Prep standards. Ben and the student choir opened the day with a hip-hop rendition of his mom’s favorite song, “Be Our Guest”. You went around helping serve drinks. You wanted no part in the song when Ben asked, it was embarrassing and you  weren’t doing it.

You caught the VKs watching the performance near the snacks table. Mal spotted the strawberries and handed them out for each of the other VKs to try. You walked over to where they stood.

“If you think those are good…”

Mal could see your wicked, or should you say mischievous, smile.

“I’d go for sticking your face in the chocolate fountain.”

You nodded in the direction of the fountain. Jay and Carlos sprinted towards it to take your “advice”.

“Aren’t other people going to eat from that?” Mal asked.

“What?” Your innocent look made her chuckle.

You set down the drinks tray to go get Ben when the song ended.

“Hey! You did great!” You hugged Ben.

“You hated it.”

“No, what I didn’t… yeah, I hated it.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Ben gave you a peck on the lips. It was the first time the two had kissed on the lips since getting back together. You smiled and buried your head in his chest.

“Mi vi vusto ça.” The voice that said it caused you to jump. (I saw that)

“Chilo, Papa.”

You gave your dad a hug.

“Mi Fragee Prutia! Pruto Ben! Soon to be king.” Naveen clapped Ben on the back.

“Chilo, Rei Naveen. Hi, TC.” Ben formally greeted your father and brother.

“TC, why you ain’t warn me you and Papa was coming up?”

“You owe me twenty dollars, Papa.” TC stuck a hand out towards your dad. Naveen worked to fish his wallet out of his pocket.

“You bet money on me?! On what?”

“Ti satubrasse Ben.” TC said counting the money. (You kissing Ben)

“I said you wouldn’t let him in public, TC bet against me.”

“My own brother, and for twenty dollars too.”

TC rolled his eyes and handed you ten dollars out of his twenty. You rubbed his head after pocketing the money.

“I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said about you.”

You were enjoying talking to your family when Ben suddenly squeezed your waist.

“We have a problem.”

Ben motioned towards Audrey and her grandmother next to Mal. You told TC and your dad that you’d be right back and followed Ben towards the commotion.

“Queen Leah, it’s okay. Maleficent is still on the Isle. This is her daughter, Mal. Remember the proclamation about bringing the Isle kids over. Give the new generation a chance.”

“To do what, Ben? Wreak havoc and destroy us?”

If it was just Queen Leah you’d probably have been just fine. But Chad just had to step in and stop Mal when she tried to step to Queen Leah and apologize and then went on a tirade of how evil the VKs were.

“I mean you stole another girl’s boyfriend.”

“That’s enough, Chad!” You tried.

“And you,” Chad said to Evie, “are nothing but a gold digging cheater.”

“Magic mirror in my hand, who’s the biggest jerk in the land?”

Evie shoved the mirror in Chad’s face. He knocked the mirror out of her hand, making Jay and Carlos jump in.

“Hey, don’t touch her!”

Ben was caught in the middle trying to hold back both Chad and Jay. Evie sprayed something on Chad making him drop.

“What did she do?! Evie did something to Chad!” Audrey yelled drawing even more attention.

“Papa, TC! Get them out of here. Go! Follow my dad.” You told the VKs. Them staying would only make everything worse.

“I was worried something like this would happen,” Beast said.

“It’s not their fault, Dad.”

“No, son, it’s yours.”

You found the VKs after all the commotion died down under one of the outdoor picnic benches. Family Day ended shortly after your dad escorted them away. They gave you sad looks as you sat down. Other Auradon kids were at the tables behind them.

“Evie,” Doug approached. “Are you alri—”

“Doug!” Jane called him over.

“One second.”

“Doug!”

He gave the table an apologetic smile and sulked toward the Auradon table. You watched Mal pull out her spellbook.

“Beware forswear, undo Jane’s hair.”

You could hear Jane scream along with the other Auradon girls laughing and didn’t have to look to know her old bob was back.

“That wasn’t very nice.” You said, snickering as you did. Ben came up behind you resting his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey guys, how are you? You know forget about it. Everything will be fine after coronation tomorrow. I have to go do preparations, but it’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Ben’s delusional.”

You and the VKs could hear Audrey from the table behind you.

“Does he really think it’ll be fine. A villain will always be a villain, no matter how many pretty bows you try to put on it. Evil has a stench and they reek of it.”

“Audrey!” You stood up from the table.

Mal angrily closed her spellbook and nodded to the other VKs. “That’s it. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

They walked off.

“Guys, wait… Look what you did, Audrey!” You scolded her before you went after the VKs.

~~~~~~~~~

You were escorted to the carriage where Ben was already waiting.

“You look beautiful,” he said as you sat down.

“You look very handsome.”

The carriage pulled off, signaling the beginning of the parade. Ben waved to all the citizens out on the streets cheering. You smiled and nodded at the random person who happened to yell your name as well. You tried to control your breathing. Ben grabbed your hand.

“How is it my coronation and you’re the more nervous one?” he tried to joke but it didn’t help.

“What if I can’t get the wand to work?”

“You’ve been practicing with Mal right?”

You nodded. Almost every night, for an hour right before curfew, you met in Mal and Evie’s room to practice magic. For someone who grew up her whole life not being able to use her magical abilities, Mal was a prodigy no doubt about it. You saw up close the power of someone magic born.

“Then you’ll be fine. No matter what, as long as you’re up there it’ll be perfect.”

Ben was right. Besides, you had secured the VKs to stand off to the side up front with your family in case you needed Mal’s help with the magic.

The carriage stopped at the bottom of the steps to the Grand Cathedral. Snow White stopped you right before you went up. Time for the customary questions. For Ben, a bunch of questions on his nerves today and his position. For you, who are you wearing, how typical. This time you didn’t mind as you were proud to let everyone know you were wearing one of Evie’s designs.

Everyone in the cathedral watched as Fairy Godmother took the crown off of Beast’s head and placed it on Ben’s. She then unveiled the wand in its glass case and gently placed it in your hands. You curtsied to her and then turned towards Ben who was kneeling on the steps.

“Do you solemnly swear to govern the peoples of Auradon with justice and mercy as long as you shall reign?”

“I do.”

“Then it is my honor to bless our new king. All hail King Benjamin, first of name, leader of Auradon. Long may he reign.”

“Long may he reign.” The cathedral echoed back.

You tapped the wand once on Ben’s left shoulder and then on his right. This was now the part you had been dreading. The cathedral ceiling opened and Ben stood up behind you on your right and Beast joined him on your left. You were supposed to conjure up a giant golden rose that Beast and Ben would send up into the sky together to mark the end of one reign and start of another. Once in the sky, you’d have to “explode” the rose and a magnificent gold firework will burst over Auradon. Right now, you wanted to just focus on the rose.

Before you could get the magic flowing to your fingertips, Fairy Godmother’s wand was snatched from your hand, a deafening boom and a lightning strike rang through the castle and landed who knows where. Everyone gasped as Mal held the wand.

“Let’s go.” Jay said as the VKs stood behind Mal.

“Mal! Please! You don’t have to do this!” Ben yelled.

“We have no choice, our parents—”

“Your parents made their choice, now it’s time to make yours.”

“I think I want to be good,” Mal whispered.

“And you are.”

“How do you know, Ben?!”

“Because—”

“Because you’re not your parents.” You cut Ben off causing Mal and the other VKs to look at you.

“You don’t have to do this because of them. You don’t have to be like them, I know that’s not what you want because I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it in my best friends. You all belong here in Auradon.”

“They’ll kill us if we don’t,” Mal said, tears streaming down her face.

“They can’t reach you. We’ll never let them hurt you.” Ben spoke up with authoritative figure.

You stepped closer to Mal and this time she didn’t step back. “Please, M. Just give it to me. This isn’t you. I’m listening with my heart and I know it’s not you.”

“I want to listen with my heart too.”

Mal turned and looked at Evie, Carlos, and Jay.

“And my heart is telling me that we are not our parents. I mean, Jay, stealing doesn’t make you happy. Tourney does. Carlos, hanging out with Dude makes you happy. Evie, designing makes you happy.”

Mal looked back at you. “And practicing magic with you makes me happy. All six of us being friends makes me really happy. I want to be good guys.”

“So do I,” they echoed back.

Mal went to hand back the wand but it was too late. Just as the wand was about to reach your hand, Maleficent flew in and took it.

“NO!” You and Mal yelled at the same time.

All of a sudden you felt your whole body freeze, the only thing that could move were your eyes to watch the scene unfold in front of you. You watched Jay try to wrestle Maleficent’s staff from her only to lose. Now it was up to Mal. Maleficent turned into a dragon. You watched as Mal’s eyes turned bright green as she tried to conjure up enough magic to take down her mom.

You were watching Mal’s hand shake and she slow sank to her knees. She wasn’t going to do it, not as long as Maleficent had her scepter and Fairy Godmother’s wand on her.

“Come on, Mal!” You mentally yelled, trying to get the message through somehow. You couldn’t even feel magic at your fingertips, let alone enough to actually reach her.

Mal looked over at you for a brief second. Could she have actually heard? You might not have been able to move but your magic seemed to still work, at least mentally. You had only ever done this once before and it was something you swore you would never try again. But you were desperate and would do anything to save Auradon. It might have been time to resort to your dad’s nemesis, Dr. Facilier’s, speciality. Shadow magic.

You could see the shadow of your arm that was reaching out. You willed it to get up off the ground. You saw a slight flicker of movement. The shadow peeled itself off the floor and stalked towards Maleficent. You knew Mal could see it coming. The two of you had to time it correctly. Right as Mal put in all the strength she had, your shadow grabbed the scepter and wand. You watched as Maleficent shrank to a lizard. All of a sudden, you were able to move again.

Your shadow dropped the wand and scepter and went back to the ground before anyone else could notice. You ran to hug Mal.

“What was that?”

“Something we’re never going to mention to anyone else,” you whispered. “What happened to your mom?”

“Mal shrunk her to the size of the love in her heart…that’s why she’s so small.” Fairy Godmother stepped in.

She picked up the wand from the floor and handed it to you to finish the ceremony. Ben and the other VKs gathered around you and Mal.

“You know what Fairy Godmother? I think we’ve all had enough of the coronation. Let’s get the after party started… Oh ay,” you said waiting for the others to join in.  

“OH AY, HEY!”

~~

“I see we’ve moved from tangerines to apples, now.”

Ben laughed as you jumped, gripping onto your locker for dear life. You weren’t expecting him back for another few days.

“Oh, well you know it’s only cause they ran out yesterday.” You leaned against your locker cooly, as if nothing happened.

“Mmm, okay.” Ben wrapped you up in a hug. “How is my Fragee Prutia?”

“I’m good. Did something happen? You weren’t supposed to be back till Thursday?”

As Ben’s royal advisor, you knew all his schedules. He was on a tour, visiting kingdom to kingdom in Auradon as new king, making sure everything was well in the nation. You had blocked out two weeks for him. Ben’s job as king wasn’t easy to balance with school and you tried to take on any jobs you could but the tour was one he had to do himself.

“How many problems did you think the kingdoms were going to have? How have you been holding down the fort here?”

“This Cotillion is going to be the best one yet. It’s on a boat! Well, not yet. We hold idea meetings next week. I’m getting the boat though; Mal’s going to back me up on that.”

“Hey, (Y/N)…”

Your phone alarm interrupted Ben. It was a notification from the palace with your schedule. And on your schedule was being a mediator in the conflict with Cinderellasburg and Charmington over ownership rights to a new mine on the border in five minutes.

“Oop, got to go Benny-boo.” You moved to leave when Ben grabbed your hand.

“Ben, meeting.” You shook your cell phone.

“I’m making the executive decision to add someone to our personal team. This is a lot for two of us. Think about it and give me some names.”

“Okay. I’ll see you after my meeting.”

You kissed Ben on the cheek and left.

~~~~~~~~

You and Ben stood over Mal and the other VKs at their lunch table.

“Benny-boo, (Y/N/N), do you want to maybe sit down?”

“So Mal, we were thinking since you and I basically do everything together, joining us as royal advisor.”

Mal laughed before realizing you two were serious. “Oh no no, do we remember how that went last time.”

“Last time you spelled my boyfriend… you’re not replacing me just joining. I’m taking a new title as Council Master and you would be taking on king’s royal advisor. We’ll split our jobs, you handle Auradon Prep and the Isle I’ll handle everything else in Auradon. Come on, it’s free trips with me and Ben.”

“Okay. But I’m not taking sides in arguments between the two of you.”

“Understood.”

“Great, now sit down all that standing is making me anxious.”

You and Ben sat with the VKs. Ben started talking Mal through her new duties while you stole fries off of Jay and Carlos’ trays.

“So, we’ve thought about it and bringing over VKs isn’t enough. As king, I should rule all the people of Auradon and that goes for the Isle too. We wanted to try and improve life for those on the Isle, especially kids waiting to come.”

The VKs looked at you and Ben.

“I think that’s a great idea, you two.” Jay said.

“So what was life like on the Isle?”

“Not pretty.”

You sat in horror as the VKs described their old lives. You knew the Isle was to hold villains and their sidekicks and even a few prisoners but you didn’t know it was that bad. You were already making a list of things that you and Ben would have to change, starting with the food being sent there. No one deserves to eat rotten Auradon scraps.

“We did all that?”

“You did worse…but look, you guys are trying to do something about it. And you’ve got me as a helper now, the Isle has a real chance now thanks to you guys.”

~~~~~~~

You and Ben were studying in the common room lounge together. You peered up over your science book to see Ben doing the same thing. This was one of the few peace-and-quiet times for you guys, studying and sleeping. The only times you were absolutely sure no one would interrupt and there were no duties to take care of. You watched Ben set his book down and lean towards you.

“I’m tired of studying.” He kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and then your cheek. He was trying to put your textbook down.

“Ben, I have a test next period.”

“Then studying now isn’t going to help you do much better is it?”

Ben succeeded in getting you to put the textbook down and began to kiss you properly. He was about to take it up a notch when the bell rang. You could hear a growl coming from the back of his throat as he had to pull away.

“What was that?”

You weren’t going to act like you didn’t hear it.

“I don’t question how you jump five feet in the air when you’re scared do I?”

Your eyes widened and you could feel a laugh coming on. You always joked and called Ben “Beast Boy” but you didn’t think it was true. The same way you retained some frog like tendencies from your parents’ time as some, you didn’t realize the same concept applied to Ben. You wondered how beast he could really get. You had a few froggy ways and your parents were only frogs for a few days. King Adam had been a beast for ten years.

“So, do you shed too?”

“Don’t you have a test to get to.”

After your science test was a meeting with the Cotillion committee. Mal was already in the room, she had to be there as royal advisor. You didn’t care much about the decorations, you were oddly invested in your boat.

“I’m just saying a boat would be such a unique venue.”

“(Y/N), I know you’re really passionate and I do think it’s a unique concept but logistically it doesn’t make much sense. If people are late, how are we supposed to get them there once the boat’s taken off? If someone gets seasick? Your present?” Sydney, one of the committee members, tried to gently shoot you down. Mal patted your arm as you sat down.

“I’m not doing a present.”

“Well, it’s tradition for—”

“Ben hasn’t even asked me to Cotillion.”

“Trust me, we know.”

“What does she mean we know?” Mal asked.

“She gets kicked off of the committee once he asks her.”

“That seems harsh.”

“It’s just how we do things, Mal. It’s like a bride wouldn’t plan her own bachelorette party, moms don’t plan their own baby showers.” Jane said.

“Ok. Mark that down as one more AK thing I’ve learned.”

Mal being royal advisor was one of the best decisions for the VKs. Most Auradon kids finally opened up to them. Kids like Jane even apologized and became pretty good friends with them.

“So when do you think Ben’s going to ask? How do you think?”

“No time soon and he’ll just ask. Guys, we’re already dating. I’m not some princess he has to woo.”

“Woah, woah. Even I know how Cotillion normally works. Isn’t there supposed to be some big gesture. A sign, candy?”

The other members nodded at what Mal said.

“Ben’s king now and really busy. It’s just an ask, it’s not that big a deal with me and him.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Wonderland was your least favorite Region of Auradon to visit. You always had to tie a rope around your waist, one end connected to the door in which you entered. After several trips there, you’d think you would’ve at least gotten basic directions.

You envied Mal and Ben’s upcoming trip to Agrabah. You were stuck on Wonderland and Neverland trying to chart all their systems of magic and working together to come up with a decent set of rules.

You didn’t like Wonderland and Neverland when it came to magic. They weren’t like Maldonia, their magic was unstable and had no rules or regulations. Plus Peter Pan got on your nerves, he was always trying to expose you and get your shadow to play with his. For someone who claimed to have grown up, he never grew up.

It was past dinner when you finally returned to Auradon Prep.You were at your locker to put up the reports and first draft contracts, you didn’t want to carry them in your backpack when they wouldn’t be needed for a few more days. Your crown started to feel heavy on your head, you seemed to wear it more days than not now, with all your travels. The crown was almost always an outfit requirement when on official business trips.

“How did they risk letting such a pretty face get lost in Wonderland?”

“Hey, Derek. Well, when you’re the one with the best diplomacy they send you to deal with ‘we’ve all gone mad here’.”

You made made a gesture similar to one the Mad Hatter was famous for, making Derek laugh. You knew Derek around school, he was in a few classes and generally the class clown. Rarely serious, but always a good time that one was.

“Best diplomacy or best smile? I don’t think Ben’s face, as handsome as may be, is what they want to be looking at all day.”

“Well, aren’t you quite the charmer.”

“I believe that’s Chad’s job.”

“He doesn’t do it very well.”

“We can’t all be as dazzling as you, Prutia.”

You heard a low growl and knew it was Ben before his hand was even on your waist.

“Hey, Ben.” You said as he kissed your hand.

“Hey (Y/N), Derek.”

“Hi, Ben. I was just telling (Y/N) here that you’re going to lose a pretty face like that in Wonderland.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on losing anything.” Ben hadn’t let go of your hand yet.

“Sure hope not. Would hate to lose such a rose at Auradon Prep. I’ll see you two around. Bye, Ben. Prutia.”

“Bye, Der—”

You felt your back hit the locker before you could even finish saying Derek’s name. Ben kissed your neck and up your jawline.

“What brought this on?”

“I don’t like the way he looked at you when you were talking.”

“It’s just Derek. He wasn’t looking at me any way.”

“Prutia is my thing for you.” Ben stopped kissing your jaw and looked at your lips.

“I kinda like the way he says Prutia,” you knew you were fueling Ben’s jealousy but you kinda liked this more feral side. “Adds more of a z sound to the tia par—”

Ben gripped your waist harder and kissed you roughly. You smiled into the kiss.

“What did you like hearing him say?”

“Prutia.”

Ben growled and went back to your lips. Your hair fell in the way. Ben ungraciously pushed it out the way, causing your crown to hit the ground. His hand rested under your chin, tilting your head up so he could kiss you better, when you heard shutters go off.

“Shit.” Ben whispered against your lips, quickly pulling away trying to compose himself.

Paparazzi frequented around Auradon and wandered ever so often into the main campus but they had never gotten as far as the lockers before. And they just busted you and Ben in a full makeout session by the lockers.

“Oh! Ben, Ben.”

You grabbed Ben’s face quickly before he could turn and face them. Your lipstick had rubbed off on him. You swiped your thumb over his lips. Ben picked your crown up from the ground and placed it gently on your head. The paparazzi were calling both of your names over and over again.  

“Busted,” Mal said coming up behind you two.

You knew she reveled in the fact you and Ben were just caught being “not-so-Auradon” in public.

“Princess (Y/N), how does it feel to be dating Ben? You’ve moved up in positions, how are you taking it? The deals with Wonderland and Neverland…” The questions were endless.

“Amazing. Mal is doing great in my old job and I’m happy to have more responsibility. The deals are going great; we are making progress to the next stage. No, yes, yes, no, a rep from the palace will release a statement on that very soon.”

Ben squeezed your shoulder, proud of the grace with which you answered and handled the questions coming left and right.

“Mal! Mal!”

“Oh, as royal advisor, she is under contract to not speak directly to press unless at a scheduled event until she is fully inducted.”

You watched Mal scoot past the paparazzi and shoot you and Ben a look of thanks. You wished you had a bullshit excuse to walk past them too. You plastered a smile on your face and listened absentmindedly as Ben answered questions.

“(Y/N)? You and Ben have been dating since you first arrived in Auradon, would you say it was love at first sight?”

“I’m not so sure about that, I think I was more focused on fitting in at Auradon. Plus Ben was with Audrey, we didn’t notice each other at all right away I’d say.”

Success in politely answering yet evading at the same time. Standard tactics, give them what they want but nothing they can try to use against you.

“Speaking of Audrey, King Ben? Everyone says you’ve downgraded. How do you feel knowing Maldonia isn’t as big of a kingdom with less prestige than Auroria? Especially after the marriage of Prince Naveen and commoner Tiana? Does it bother you the other kingdoms might have a problem with the potential union of your families?”

Ben’s arm tensed around your shoulder. “We’re done here. If you excuse us.”

Ben led you away. “I swear I didn’t know they were going to ask those questions. I’ll let Fairy Godmother know about them coming farther into campus.”

You laced your fingers through Ben’s. You wanted to tell him it was all okay, but you knew he wouldn’t listen. It wasn’t the first time, or even the twentieth time, you had listend to people speak of Maldonia as one of the lesser kingdoms. It was part of the reasons Maldonians kept to themselves.

(Part 4)...

[teddy06writes]

I feel there isnt enough sapnap x karl x quackity x reader, so can I request sap x karl x quackity x y/n where everone js tired at the end of the day, and despite having separate rooms, they all collapse together in one person’s bed

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader (HOLY SHIT THE POLY SHIP REQUESTSSSSSSS)

Trigger warnings: swearing

premise: vidcon pannels and meeting fans can be tiering, and maybe by the time the day is done you and all of your crushes collapse into bed together without realizing until the next morning  ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

“Blep” talking

‘blep’ thinking

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(y/s/n)- your screen name

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ah vidcon, a content creators dream, or worse nightmare, or in your opinion, wild trip that lasted three days.

~~

It was your first time seeing anyone from the Dream SMP in a while, and your were practically buzzing with excitement by the time you were getting off the plane in California.

You fiddled with your carry on as you made your way towards baggage claim, grinning upon hearing a yell of “Oh my god is that (Y/n) from the internet!?”

You turned to see Alex standing just outside the gate he’d landed at, quickly you ran to hug him, stomach filling with butterflies at his touch. “Wait it’s Alex from the internet!”

You both laughed as you pulled away, starting back to baggage claim, “Are you excited for vidcon?” He asked.

“Yeah, what I’m not excited for is having to share a house with you idiot for a weekend.”

He scoffed, “What do you mean? It’s gonna be fun!”

“Oh yeah, the entire SMP together in one house, is such a good idea. It’s gonna be chaos!”

“That’s the fun part!”

“I like to sleep at night without being interrupted by random screaming and stuff.”  You argued.

“I’m sure there won’t be random screaming.”

“You seriously underestimate Tommy.” By now you had made it to baggage claim and began to look around for the right carousel.

You split up, planning on meeting back by the door to wait outside for Bad, who had arrived the day before and was picking people up, a few at a time.

After waiting at one carousel for a few minutes your suitcase came rolling out, but as you went to grab it someone else grabbed it from behind you, a familiar voice drawling, “Hey, hey.”

Grinning you turned to see Nick smiling back at you, “Hey yourself.”

He hugged you, and again your stomach filled with butterflies.

Pull away you smiled, “Come on, I think I left Alex just over there.”

Grabbing your suitcase in one hand, and his hand in the other you tugged him off toward where you’d left Alex, calling, “Alex look who I found!” as soon as he was in view.

Nick dropped your hand to grab Alex’s to pull him into a hug, and you found yourself fighting a grin at how red Alex's face turned.

“Bad texted me that he’s almost here!” You announced after checking your phone.

“Who else is he picking up?” Nick asked.

“Uhhh,” You pulled the messages back up, “Karl and Fundy, and then Wilbur is supposed to be getting another rental car and driving the rest of the Europeans when they get here, minus George cause apparently he also flew out early.”

You all headed out towards the pick up area, weaving through the crowds of people you felt Nick grab the back of your shirt, and when you looked back at him in question he muttered, “So I don’t lose you Idiot.”

All you could do was hope your face was clear of any blush as you smiled back.

You all ended up stood near the curb when a voice cut through the chatter, “Hey gu-uys!”

“Karl!” The three of you exclaimed as he ran through the crowd towards you.

Upon reaching you he some how managed to get his arms around all of you enough for a group hug, and you laughed, “Shouldn’t you be at the other gate?”

“Yeah, but I thought I saw you guys so I came over here, and I was right!”

Alex cocked an eyebrow, “What if it wasn’t us?”

“uhhh, I dunno, awkwardly ran at random people?”

You all laughed, and Nick scoffed, “You’re ridiculous.”

After a few more minutes of waiting, a car slowed near the curb, Fundy’s head practically falling from passenger window, “I’m looking for some youtubers, dumb American ones, you seen any?”

Bad smacked him, “they aren’t dumb, hey guys!”

You waved at them as the guys started loading their suitcases into the back of the car, and after Karl insisted he take yours as well, you slid into the back seat, “What’s the house situation like?”

“It looks like just about everyone will get there own room,” Bad reported, “But Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled are sharing the room with the bunk beds, because Clay designated it as the kids room.”

You snickered as Alex climbed into the back next to you, leaving Nick and Karl to take the spots in the middle row of the van.

“And obviously cause Kristen’s coming she and Phil are sharing, and then Eret said he, Puffy, and Niki would take the room with the double beds,” Fundy offered, “Which means the rest of us should get single rooms.”  

Alex elbowed you, “Told you wouldn’t get stuck with random screaming.” 

“Oh there's still time for that.”

~~

After getting to the airbnb and racing Fundy for one of the bigger rooms that was left (it was decided Phil and Kristen would get the master bedroom, and Clay had already claimed the biggest guest bedroom), you dropped your suitcase in one corner and brought your toiletries bag in the shared bathroom between your and Nick’s rooms, before flopping back onto your bed. 

No more than three minutes passed before Karl wandered into your room, flopping down next to you, “Ranboo and Sam are making nachos, and Dream and Nick found a foosball table in the garage, so a mini tournament is being organized if you want in.” 

“Foosball?” You questioned. 

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.” 

You allowed him to tug you up, and followed him down from the left hall of bedrooms, through the living room and to the connected garage where George was yelling over everyone to try and form teams. 

“Me and (Y/n) are a team!” Nick announced, grabbing your hand to pull you towards him. 

“Okay, that leaves Big Q and Karl as the last team for now! When other people show up they can join.” George announced. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur of foosball games, nacho’s nearly being spilled everywhere and the rest of the people arriving. 

~~

The next day was the first day of vidcon, and after getting dressed in some casual clothes you grabbed your laptop and headed out to the living room, mostly empty in the quiet house, with the exception of Tubbo, who was flipping through tv channels, and Phil, who was tinkering around in the kitchen. 

“So what’s your plan for the day?” Tubbo asked, finally having settled on a baking show. 

“Uhh, stress about the panel until it’s time for the panel, hang out, maybe find a pizza place, you?” 

“Me and Tommy are just gonna wander the convention center most of today cause I don’t have anything until the meet and greet tomorrow, then when he has to go I think me, Ranboo and Fundy might be going to mess with dream george and sapnap during the dream team panel. What’s you first panel about?” 

You glanced back down at your laptop, “It’s listed as ‘small creators with a big part��” 

From the kitchen you heard Phil chuckle.

“Oh cool.” Tubbo smiled, turning back to his show. 

You looked back down at your laptop, reading over the possible sample questions and discussion topics, you wanted to be mentally prepared for this.

At some point, as the rest of the house began to stir Alex shuffled out from the hallway and plopped down in between you and Tubbo on the couch, throwing his legs up in your lap.

“Good morning.”

He groaned, “Why is it so early?”

“It isn’t,” you laughed, flicking at his forehead, “Your just jet lagged.”

“Is there coffee here?”

As if on cue Nick, who had come over from the kitchen, offered him a mug, “Phil made a big ass pot of it.”

“Oh thank fuck!” He took the cup greatfully.

Nick smiled, handing you the other mug before going back for his own as Karl flounced into the room and plopped down on the other couch, “Good morning!” 

“Morning Karl!” You smiled. 

“oooo, are we watching cake wars?” He asked excitedly. 

Tubbo nodded and launched into an explanation of what had happened so far in the episode. 

Eventually everyone woke up and was gathered around in the living room and kitchen, drinking coffee and tea as they planned for the day. 

“Well if most of us have different things planned why don’t we just plan to meet back up here before dinner?” Niki suggested. 

A half asleep Wilbur nodded, “Sounds like a good idea.”

Techno snickered at his grogginess, elbowing him lightly, “I guess the first panel really will be sleepy boys inc.” 

If Wilbur had been fully awake he probably would’ve elbowed him back, but instead just muttered, “Shut up.” 

“Okay! So we meet back here for six yeah?” Bad asked. 

Everyone nodded, and disappeared back to their various places around the house to get ready. 

Back in your room you put your laptop away and got the last of your things ready for the panel, even though it wasn’t starting for a few hours.

“(Y/n)! Your panel’s at 12 right?” Nick half yelled through the open bathroom doors. 

“Yeah?”

“Okay cool, do you wanna come with me, Alex and Karl? Apparently Jimmy and all them just got in.” 

“Sure.”

You had talked to the famed, ‘Mr. Beast’, a few times, and had even been in one or two of his gaming videos, so before you knew it Alex was stealing the keys to one of the rental cars and you were off. 

“Yeah we just left the airbnb.” Karl, said into his phone. There was a pause before he said, “Oof, I’m glad I came out early then.” Another pause and then he laughed, “Nimrods. We can stop for food if you want?” 

A few minutes later he ended the call, leaning up between the front seats, “The gang requires food, we’re taking a pit stop to taco bell.” 

“Taco bell? At 9 in the morning?” Alex questioned. 

“Yeah apparently the nimrods forgot to get food before they left the airport, and now their stuck in traffic. We’re gonna meet them at the hotel.” 

You chuckled, “Sounds like a Jimmy move. Let me guess, they forgot because none of them slept and they took a red eye?” 

“What the fuck is a red eye?” 

You looked back at Nick, incredulous, “You don’t know what a red eye is? Oh my god you privileged fool!” 

Alex snorted, “It’s a really early flight Nick. Like, a you get to the airport for 11pm, and end up eating breakfast when you get to the other airport, flight.”

“Or, a get to the airport for anytime between 11pm and 4am and regret your life choices while waiting for your plane.” You offered. 

“In other words, hell.” Alex finished, pulling into a drive thru. 

“Yikes, why would anyone do that?” Nick asked. 

“It’s cheap.” Karl said. 

“Planes are less crowded, so are the airports.” Alex added. 

You smiled, “I do it for the feeling of a lineal space. There's no vibes like airports from 11pm to 4am.”

They all laughed, and Karl quickly unrolled his window to order an ungodly amount of food. 

~~

Unsurprisingly,  after that the day passed in a blur, the panel going pretty well, and then the impromptu meet and greet outside the meeting hall, trying to make it through the convention center with Clay and Nick without being mobbed, and then suddenly everyone was back at the airbnb getting ready for dinner. 

“(y/n) you bitch why are you taking so long in there!” Tommy yelled through the bathroom door. 

“I’m trying to fix my hair from when you threw water at me prick! There's five other bathrooms in this house go find another one!” You yelled back. 

Distantly you could hear Bad yell, “Language!” 

“Everyone is in the other bathrooms!” 

Giving up on your hair you set the brush back down and recapped the container of paste, turning and opening the door to your room, “Alright, fine.” 

“That wasn’t that hard was it?” Tommy asked, moving past you into the bathroom. 

“Don’t touch my stuff.” You instructed, striding out of the room and down the hall. 

Out in the living room Eret was humming as they cleaned up the last of the later Tommy had gotten everywhere as the rest of the group started to assemble. 

Once everyone was finally ready, and the final arguments of who would take which car, you were shoved into the back of one of the vans with Karl and Alex, making all of the anxiety that had dissipated after the panel came flooding back, especially when Nick, who was sitting on the bench seat in front of you, turned to join the conversation. 

The night was spent trying to keep blush off your face whenever Karl’s knuckles brushed yours, when Nick’s arm found it’s way around the back of your chair, or when your and Alex’s knees bumped. 

‘God’, you had thought, ‘this is like some romcom shit.’ 

After Tommy’s fail attempt to steal a set of car keys and try and drive home  -Phil smacked him upside the head, Niki snatched the keys from his hand, Kristen started to lecture him, all while the rest of you laughed your asses off- The bill was paid, and everyone piled back up into the cars, already starting to plan a movie night. 

Upon getting back to the airbnb, you headed back to your room to change back into the hoodie and comfortable pants you had been wearing earlier, heading back into the living room in time to steal Punz’s seat on the couch with Nick and Karl. 

When Alex squeezed into the spot between you and Nick, you could’ve sworn you saw Techno smirking and Puffy waggling her eyebrows toward you, how they found out about your stupid group crush you had no clue, but then Clay and Skeppy started to argue over what movie to put on. 

Tubbo ended up taking the remote from Clay, and from where he was sitting In front of one of the couches, tossed it over to Phil on the other side of the room, who said, “We’ll do a vote then!” 

A movie was selected democratically, some cheesy action movie began to play, and at some point you half turned, propping your legs up across the boys laps as Alex maintained a running commentary on the movie, just loud enough for you and Nick to hear, and Karl absently traced small shapes into your ankles. 

~~

The second day of vidcon was the most hectic, with you, Nick and Alex were going to watch the Mr. Beast panel Karl got to be a part of, plus both the dream smp panel and the meet and greet later in the day. 

You had woken up to Karl and Alex jumping on top of you, “Wake up! You’re gonna be late!” 

You groaned, struggling to shove them off, “What time is it?” 

“8:27.” Alex said, sliding off your bed. 

“Fuck,” You muttered, “Get off me, what the hell happened to my alarm?” 

“You left your phone in the other room, when it went off it woke us up.” Karl explained. 

“He means it woke him up and he felt the need to wake me up,” Alex complained as you sat up now free of the people laying on you, “Why the hell is your alarm set so early?” 

“It’s not early, I just wanted to be able to get ready without being in anyone’s way.” 

Karl nodded, “Makes sense.”

“C’mon, let’s give them time to get ready.” Alex grabbed Karl’s arm, half dragging him out of the room.

You quickly got ready, pulling on a nicer button down, plus a jacket that was one of the first from your new merch line.

You finished your hair, plugged in your phone and headed out to the kitchen where Fundy seemed to be attempting to make pancakes, dragging Karl into the process as well.

You sat down next to Alex and Ranboo, “How long do you think until they burn the house down?”

“I am not going to burn the house!” Fundy exclaimed.

You reached over and turned down the heat on the griddle, “Well you were gonna burn something.”

Ranboo snickered, “They aren’t wrong.”

“Shut up Ranboob!” Fundy retorted.

They continued to bicker as Tubbo emerged from up stairs, shoving Fundy out of the way to take over the griddle. “You’re all ridiculous.” He muttered.

“Yeah no shit.” You sighed.

“Language!” Bad yelled from the dining room.

“French!” Eret called back as she entered the kitchen, “Morning guys!”

“Morning!” Tuboo chirped, starting to flip some of the pancakes. 

“It’s panel day!” Tommy yelled, charging down the stairs, “Those best be chocolate chip Tubbo!” 

Karl held up the bag of chocolate chips he been scattering into some of the pancakes, and Tommy grinned, “Karl my man!” 

~~

Once breakfast was eaten and the dishes cleared everyone loaded back up into the cars to head to the convention center, everyone splitting up again, planning to meet back in the right area in time for the full panel. 

Karl headed off to meat with Jimmy and the guys as You Alex and Nick took spots in the audience. 

Once they took to the stage Nick leaned over and elbowed Alex, “Bet you 10 bucks when they open for questions you don’t go up just to flirt with Karl.” 

Alex glared at him, “10 bucks isn’t worth it.” 

You held back a laugh, “I’d throw in another 20.” 

Alex considered this with a sigh, “Deal, but only if we get milkshakes later.” 

You and Nick agreed, and soon enough when they opened up for audience questions Alex started to stand up, but immediately sat back down blushing slightly, “No.” 

“Damn.” Nick sighed. “We’re still getting milkshakes.” 

Once the Mr. Beast panel had ended you all went to meet up with Karl and head off to the dream smp panel. 

2 o'clock rolled around and the panel moderator began to announce everyone, one by one, and you managed to force down your anxiety, taking your place on the stage between Karl and Nick when the mod called, “(y/s/n), one of the first people to actually join the dream smp.” 

You sat down, smiling at the audience and quickly sneaking out your phone to take a quick video of your friends and then a pan of the crowd to put on twitter later.

Once everyone was on stage the moderator looked up and down the long table, “Wow, there are a lot of people on stage right now, is this everyone from the server?” 

Clay nodded, “Just about, we have a few others, Alyssa, Callahan, Ponk and Antfrost, who had other stuff going on, but for the most part, this is everyone from the server.” 

“This is honestly incredible, how, how are you guys all feeling about being here? I know this is the first Dream SMP panel, but you guys have been to vidcon before right?” 

“Most of us,” George laughed, “I think the only one who hasn’t is (y/s/n), there first ever panel was yesterday.” 

The mod looked over at you, “So, how does it feel to be at your first vidcon?” 

You laughed nervously, “Well, I mean, I’ve been to vid con before, but I was always out there in the audience, it’s- it’s pretty nerve wracking to be up here.” 

The topic shifted and after that things seemed to move more quickly. 

In the blink of an eye the first hour and a half was spent and people from the audience began to ask questions. 

“Wilbur, as the main writer for roleplaying on the server is it hard to keep track of character specifics and story arcs or is it all just written in with the scripts?”

Someone asked.Wilbur hummed, “Well I guess in part it’s written in the scripts, but I think I should turn this question over to (y/s/n), they’ll have a more interesting answer.”

Everyone turned to you. 

“Well, in my mind it isn’t all that hard, but I am literally the kid who memorized long monologues for fun.” You chuckled, “Once the first revolution arc started and the server really started to turn to roleplaying I started a google doc that now gets updated constantly. I have running tabs on current arcs, details on arcs that have ended and then there's detailed character descriptions. 

“I don’t necessarily write down bits to add while I’m streaming or anything, but most of the time it has to be the middle of the night or I won’t file anything correctly.”

Nick chuckled, “I have seen the document, it is terrifying.” 

“Didn’t someone open it to see you updating in the middle of the night once?” Ranboo asked. 

Alex nodded, “Yeah that was me, it was very traumatic, like, I blinked, and then there was another fifty words on the page.” 

You dropped your head in your hands, “It was the night after the whole election thing! Techno joined the server and then I had to add a whole ‘nother character profile, and he and his stupid English major were making things complicated!” 

“Listen man, I just wanted to make sure I had a backstory that fit into the story line, ‘s not my fault when Wilbur lets Dream have partial control of thing the storyline ends up non cohesive.” 

People laughed, and the topic was changed with the next question.

~~

Two and a half hours later, an extra hour after the panel was supposed to end, (there was just so many extra questions), you headed off stage, and were all rushed across the center for the meet and greet, which had been pushed back in time with the panel.

You felt bad for making the fans wait, but the organizers assured you that it was fine, most of the fans had been at the panel anyway.

In the big open hall the orginizors spilt everyone up into groups of threes and fours, the way fans could move down the line and see everyone.

Inevitably you ended up with Karl, Nick and Alex, at the end of the long sections of people.

“Holy shit man, how is it already 6?” Alex asked.

“Who knows.” Nick muttered glancing down at his phone.

“Dude this is supposed to go for like three hours too.” You complained, rocking up on your heals to look down the line, seeing the first groups of people starting to move past Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy.

“We’ll be fine! It’s always fun to meet fans!” Karl said, though he did look slightly wary.

After another three hours of talking to fans, signing things, and taking pictures the last group of people finally made it to your section.

“Hey! They saved the coolest for last!” The boy exclaimed.

“Hell yeah they did!” Alex half yelled back, some how still managing to keep up the enthusiasm.

“Here, let’s get you guys all in a picture together!” His mother said, motioning for you to all stand together. You slung an arm around the kids shoulder, smiling at the camera. “

“Okay serious question time, which one of us is the best?”

“Uhh,” the boy looked from person to person, “probably you (y/s/n), your contents really cool but your under rated.”

You grinned, offering him a fist bump, “ha! See that’s the third person in the last hour!”

Karl scoffed, “but I got like six people over all.”

“I only got five.” Alex pouted.

You rolled your eyes as the boy asked, “So if you guys are in a poly relationship on the server does it create problems with your friendship in real life?”

You all froze, except for Nick who somehow seemed to know this was coming, “Well, in game and out of game relationships are different, sure you can ship all you want, but that doesn’t mean stuff actually happens in real life.”

The kid nodded, “Cool, hey I saw your stream like, during quesrentine, just a question, how many people have tried to fight you today?”

You laughed, “at least 15 took pictures with him squared up.”

A few minutes more and the kid was gone, being ushered away by his mom, and you glanced at your phone, “holy shit it’s already 9:15.”

“Where did the time go?” Kale asked incredulous.

~~

After meeting back up with the rest of the group you all headed off to terrorize a McDonald’s, drawing a lot of attention from random fans as you all scarfed down food.

By the time you got back to the Airbnb it was nearly 11pm and everyone was exhausted.

After quickly getting ready for bed you a collapsed.

~~

The next morning you woke up, and for a moment worth your eyes still closed you were perfectly content with the warmth pressed agasint you.

Then you came fully too, realizing that, no, you weren’t fully swaddled in your comforter, you were laying in a bed with other people.

Opening your eyes you blinked away sleep, looking down, confused to see Alex asleep with his head on your chest.

Turning your head you saw that it was Nick on your other side an arm wrapped around you both.

Karl was half sprawled across all of you, similarly to the airport, as if he could hold all of you at once. You sat in shock for several moments before realizing you were in fact, trapped in bed.

Alex’s fingers were tangled with yours, Nicks nose was pressed into your neck, and you could have sworn Karl shifted in his sleep, as if to get closer to you.

‘Well,’ you thought, ‘might as well make the most of it.’ As settled back down to fall back asleep.

~~

Once you had all woke again, no one spoke as they headed back to there own rooms, and your crossed back through the bathroom form Nicks.

~~

The rest of the day past, still no one speaking about it, and that night you found yourself laying in your own bed, wondering why it felt so wrong.

There was muffled whispers from Nicks room, and you quietly got up, moving into the bathroom to hear better.

Unfortunately for you Nicks door to the bathroom was still open, so you couldn’t eavesdrop as planned.

Karl and Alex were both sat on the bed next to each other as Nick paced. “What’s going on?” You asked quietly

“Would- would it be weird if we cuddled again?” Alex asked hesitantly.

“We were debating asking you.” Karl admitted.

Nick nodded, “You don’t have to, it’s just- we-“

Quietly you crossed the room, climbing into the bed instead of answering the question outright.

~~

“Is- I- am I stupid, or is this something?” Alex whispered.

Vidcon had ended and even with the long weekend everyone was staying in California the time had gone all to fast.

You, Alex, Karl and Nick had continued to cuddle every night, still not talking about it during the day.

“Do you think it could be?” Was your only response, continuing to card your fingers through Karl’s hair.

“It seems like it already is.” Nick said.

Karl yawned, “I think I’d like it to be.You nodded,

“me too.”

“Me too.” Nick agreed.

Alex smiled, “I guess it’s decided then.”

The dark room was quiet another moment before you snickered, “It’s cannon irl now guys. What will the fans think?”