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Summary: You and Prince Gumball get chained, much to his annoyance
You were looking for something specific while Gumball was out. You realized he had it but didn't know where he put it. You might be wondering what 'it' is; All you need to understand is that it's important. You hear the door jiggle and quickly hid under his desk.
You could hear two pairs of footsteps and people talking. It was Gumball and Lemongrab. You covered your mouth when hearing them getting closer to you. You couldn't make out their words, because your mind was drifting in and out and trying to find an exit.
Prince Gumball stopped in front of the desk and you could see his long thin legs stop right where you were.
"You can leave."
At first, you thought he knew you were there and was talking to you, but before you got out, you heard Lemongrab abide Gumball goodbye. You scooted back as his legs reached out further, almost touching you. God, why did he have such long legs?!
"You realize it's not very nice to go through other people's things, Y/n."
Your eyes widened, but you quickly frowned. You were about to speak up, but then realized that he wasn't conscious of where you were; He was trying to get you to speak so he could find you. If you didn't talk he wouldn't be aware of where you were.
"Making a mess out of my things. What were you looking for? That stupid book? I told you I didn't have it. Why don't you believe me?"
He waited for your response, but when not receiving one, he started looking around. First, he opened his pantry and then he looked in some cabinets.
"I know you're in here, so you might as well come out."
You knew he'd find you eventually because as much as you hated it, he was incredibly intelligent, so you decided it'd be better if you just came out. You crawled out from under the desk and peeked at the top.
"You have my book."
He groans, holding his head in his hands. "I don't have your book," he goes through a dresser and pulls out some handcuffs.
"What are you doing with those?" You backed up frightened.
"Since you want to be here so bad, rummaging through my stuff, you can stay here."
"That's unethical-"
"So is going through other's things." He grabs your wrist and pulls you near a pole. He buckles your hand but before he can buckle you to the pole you grab his hand and force it in front of the pole so he accidentally cuffs himself. "Why you little!"
You laugh, while the Prince struggles with the handcuffs.
"You've got to be kidding me-"
"You got stuck with me! What an idiot!"
He frowned at you as you continued to mock him.
"God, I've never met someone so addlebrained."
"Oh, that's a big word. Where did you learn it?"
"Thank you! Marshall introduced me to the word."
"God, why do you hang out with that jerk?"
"He's not that bad... All the time. Why do you care?"
"I don't care!" He quickly defends, causing you to gasp.
"Are you jealous?"
"Of course not. He's just a bad influence for you."
"Okay Daaaddd."
He rolls his eyes, yanking harder on the cuffs, "Don't call me that."
"Oh, you don't like it? Well, don't act like my dad."
"I personally wish you'd surround yourself with better people."
"People like you?"
"Yes."
You frown, "God, you're so pretentious! And an ego-manic."
"Ego-manic? Are you serious! I put my whole life into everything I do! God, you make me question myself sometimes."
"Sooo... You are pretentious?"
"Y/n, do you have... How do I say this? Do you have a more mature side?"
"You cuffed me, which seems oddly sexual, but I'm the problem?"
"You were in my lab!"
"You have my book!"
"No I don't! In fact, I was going to tell you that Fiona had it."
"Fiona?"
"She got it from Marshall. Your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend," You quickly defend, but the Prince just shakes his head.
"Well, you sure defend him like one. Why, sometimes I'd think you were in love with him."
"What are you talking about? I'm not in love with him and I don't defend him," You look down at his hand, which was so close to yours, "Why do you care so much? You're so mean to him and sometimes you're wrong. Why do you hate him?"
"I don't hate him-"
"Then what's your issue?"
He looks towards you, not saying anything, but he started getting closer and closer. You were frozen and only snapped out of it when he put his lips on yours.
You were surprised, but Gumball speaks quickly.
"She was looking for you to give it back to you. You're lucky he wasn't able to open it."
"Yeahh..." You respond, still confused about what happened.
The cuff falls and he chuckles, "I guess you're the speechless one now."
He's always trying to get you to do things you don't wanna do
Think of peer pressure, but one person
"Do it, Do it, Do it"
He loves coming up behind your back and whispering things in your ear
Marshall loves taking you to parties, though gets jealous when you talk to people, so it seems hypocritical for him to bring you to parties
He loves flirting with you, especially in front of other people, so they know you belong to him
He loves crashing at your place and just be near you
Sometimes he'll just stay with you for days, being extra clingy and then will just disappear, so you're used to it
If you try and reprimand him for things, like being a dick to Prince Gumball, Fionna, or even Cake, he'll villainize you and turn it on you. gaslighting you to make you feel like the bad guy/guilty
He goes weak if you cuddle with him
He can be super pissed and you just hug him or hold him close and he melts
He loves singing you songs, especially ones he specifically made for you [Some of those songs get dark, like how he wants to keep you trapped with him forever, but you don't notice to much, because you assume it's just Marshall's style]
He loves giving you gifts, though it's usually really creepy stuff, but you'll accept it with an awkward smile
He loves kissing you, even if he has to force you, though he'd rather you just kiss him, god