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Phantoms of the Past Chapter 18 - Pranks, Dates, and Automobiles Part 2

Honey Lemon sank further down in her chair. Her cheeks burned red and she wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground. She spared a quick glance at Varian, who sat next her, munching on popcorn and seemingly not noticing her discomfort.

They were at the movie theater watching what was supposed to be a generic romantic comedy. She had even been the one to pick the movie out, as per usual. It had great reviews on social media and starred an actor that she really liked. Only she had failed to notice the movie's rating.

Currently the two leads up on the screen were engaged in ripping each others clothes off before hopping in bed together, and Honey Lemon felt like she was back in junior high all over again, daring her school buddies to sneak into the movies underneath her mother's disapproving nose, afraid at any moment that she might be caught and lectured at for watching such 'filth'. Which was silly, she knew. She was in college now! What did it matter if she went to see a rated R film?

However, this knowledge only embarrassed her further. Especially since Varian didn't seem to care about what was going on onscreen one way or the other. He wasn't embarrassed nor put off, but neither was he particularly engaged with the film's romance. But she had come to expect such polite disinterest from him whenever he took her out to the movies.

Varian, if given the choice, would rather watch a documentary or some foreign art film in a language that only he understood, and even a few that he didn't. To him films were mild scientific curiosities that he tended to view with bemused but detached interest; preferring live theater and sports, or the longer storytelling devoted to television. As such he tended to treat movie going as a social function and typically let his friends choose the entertainment.

Honey Lemon had taken advantage of this affable quirk to drag him to rom coms that no one else in their little group wanted to sit through. While for his part, Varian seemed more than happy to go along, Honey Lemon knew it was only for her benefit. Though for what reason Varian kept going out of his way just to please her was a topic of discussion that Honey Lemon didn't like to think too much about.

A lot of people already assumed they were dating, which only made Honey Lemon feel awkward. They were just friends. Why did people have to over complicate things?

Yet here she was complicating things herself! Who took their guy friend out to a raunchy rom com?

That's when Varian finally noticed her. She looked up at him as he gave her a quizzical look; one eyebrow raised in that snarky manner that she had come to expect from him. She froze, until one of the actors on the screen muttered a curse word and, if it was at all possible, her face became even redder.

Varian tried his best to hold back his laughter. He failed as he cupped his mouth and silently snickered into it.

Oh Shoot! Oh no, no, no ! Honey Lemon held her head in her hands in embarrassment. Varian was never going to let her live this down!

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"Thanks for the lift." Hiro awkwardly said as he got out of the police car.

"Oh no problem." Chief Cruz said. "I'll just be over at the juice bar if you need me."

"Daaad, we don't need you to chaperone us." Megan whined.

"Who's chaperoning? I'm just getting pizza." Cruz unconventionally lied.

"Sure dad." Megan rolled her eyes before motioning for Hiro to follow her as the three of them walked from the parking lot to the arcade.

Once inside the two teens tried to make as much distance as they could between themselves and the police officer as Cruz took up a seat at the eating area.

"Hey, bet I can beat you at Mansion of the Undead." Megan challenged as she picked up the toy gun that doubled as a controller. Up on the screen zombies stalked forwards and she picked them off one by one.

Hiro put a game token into the slot next to hers and picked up his own controller. "Sorry about not finding us a better ride." He apologized.

"It's okay. What else were you going to do? Fly around on Baymax in full superhero gear?" Megan snorted. "Dad really would have flipped out then."

Hiro shot down another zombie on the screen. "I know, it's just that both Tadashi and Varian have their own rides, now. It's a little annoying having to be the only one in the house without one."

"Yeah, well that's what happens when you're the baby of the family." Megan snickered.

"I'm not a baby." Hiro whined. Which only elected more giggles from the girl.

"Well look on the bright side, only seven more months to go till you get your license. I still have to wait a whole year for mine." She fired the last volley of of fake bullets into the digital mutant monster on screen. It exploded in gory detail and Player One Wins flashed on screen, looking like it was written blood. She put the game controller down. "At least your aunt doesn't hover over you constantly. Dad refuses to let me be left alone, especially if I'm hanging out with a guy."

Hiro cast another wary glance towards the chief of police who gave him a stern glare from across the noisy arcade. "And here I thought your dad just didn't like me."

"Well, he likes you better than most of the other guys I know?"

Hiro stopped short. "O-other guys?"

"Yeah, uh, Jason and Eric from school. They're cool. We should all get together and hang out sometime. Oooh, if we invite Megan and Karmi along we could play three on three in laser tag!"

"Yeah, sounds great." Hiro gave a tight smile. Having both of his crushes teaming up with his ex, who tried to kill him only a few months ago, to beat him in a high adrenaline game of cat and mouse sounded like a disaster waiting to happen.

If Megan noticed his reluctance she didn't react. "Hey, one of the dance machines opened up." Was all she said.

"You're only picking that one because you know you can beat me at it." Hiro complained.

Megan's face broke into a wide smile. "Yeah, I know. Okay, what game do you want to play?"

"How about air hockey?"

"You're on."

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"Well that was a fun movie." Varian said with a sly grin as they exited the theatre.

Honey Lemon didn't answer. She shuffled behind him, completely mortified.

He looked back at her over his shoulder and laughed when she saw her pout. "Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad."

Honey Lemon didn't answer, instead she decided to reclaim whatever dignity she could muster and sailed past him with a peeved expression on her face.

Varian watched her go with amusement.

"You know, I don't get it." He said as he fished his keys out of his pocket. "Americans will run around half naked half of the time but act like nature procreation is something to be ashamed of."

Honey Lemon turned to look at him aghast. "We do not run around 'half naked."

Varian laughed. "Have ya been to the beach lately?"

They walked to where the car was parked and Honey Lemon stopped to cross her arms defensively.

"That's different." She insisted.

"Oh sure it is, and that's why over half of your music is about butts." He pulled out his phone to show her his playlist.

"Since when are you into rap?" She asked, expecting to find his usual combination of show tunes and classical music.

"It's my new riding music for when I'm driving around, besides who doesn't appreciate a nice looking ass?"

Honey Lemon's eyes went wide at the casual foul language and then noticed Varian's wickedly smug grin as he watched her reaction. Honey Lemon glared at him disapprovingly.

"What's the matter? You don't appreciate my backside?" He teased as he showed her the back of his jeans.

Honey Lemon half heartedly tried to slap him on his shoulder but he only moved out the way, laughing the entire time.

"Not everyone thinks about... about that stuff." Honey Lemon rolled her eyes before getting into the car.

"You do, you just don't like to admit it." Varian argued as he slid into the driver seat next to her.

Honey Lemon huffed. She didn't like how close to the truth he actually was.

"So where do you want to go next?" He asked, changing the subject as he cranked the car and they began to drive away.

"Home." Honey Lemon pouted.

"Home?" Varian asked, confused. "Is everything okay?"

"No, it's not. You won't stop teasing me." She finally blurted out, exasperated.

Varian looked at her with genuine surprise as she sulked.

"Well, I.. I didn't mean anything by it. I thought we were having fun."

"No, you were making fun. I wasn't having any."

"And you don't think you might be over acting just a little, here? I'm not the one who picked out the movie."

"This isn't about the dumb movie." she muttered.

"Then what is it?"

She didn't answer and Varian had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road as he kept looking back at her with worry.

"Listen," He said as they came to a red light. "I'm sorry. I honestly didn't intend to upset you... It's just, you look so adorable when you're angry. Especially when it's over something so silly."

"There! You see!? Right there!" She snapped. "Don't you hear how condescending that sounds?"

Now Varian was even more taken aback. "Condescending? No.. oh no... I.."

Honey Lemon ignored his stuttering and huffed again.

"Oh Honey," He softly said as he leaned closer to her, placing an arm around the back of her seat as they stopped at the light. "Noooo, no, you're one of the most brilliant, amazing people I've ever met. I was just kidding around. I promise, I won't tease you over your taste in movies anymore."

Honey Lemon sided eyed him. He seemed earnest and she found her previous annoyance dissipating quickly the further they got away from the theater. Not to mention, if she was being completely honest with herself, the flattery didn't hurt either.

"Weeeelll.... I suppose I did over react... just a little." She admitted.

Varian smiled at that and moved even closer. For the briefest of moments she thought he was going to kiss her, only for him to move his arm off of the seat and wrap her in a hug instead; nuzzling his head against her own. Honey Lemon couldn't decide if she was disappointed or relieved by that, but either way the hug was welcomed.

That's when the light turned green and he pulled away to steer once more.

"So where to next?" He asked again, as if the fight had never happened. "I got my license , Gogo and I just fixed the car, and we have all weekend long. We can go anywhere you want. The beach, the mountains... Hey, Reno's only three hours away."

"Reno?" Honey Lemon laughed. "What on earth is there to do in Reno?"

"Well, it's like Vegas but closer."

"I know, but there's no reason for us to go to Vegas either." She could hardly contain her giggles.

"There's tons of things to do in Nevada." Varian insisted. "Sightseeing, stage shows, we can hit up the casinos..."

Honey Lemon snorted with even more laughter as she protested. "They won't let you gamble and we're both too young to drink."

"But you can gamble." Varian said with a sly smile. "We make our way to the blackjack tables and I'll stand behind you and count the cards. We split the money fifty, fifty."

"You're impossible." She sighed, but her snickers gave lie to her mock frustration.

"Oh is Blackjack not your thing? I know how to play poker too."

"Where did you learn to play poker?"

Varian shrugged. "Eh.. Dewayne had a pack of cards stashed on him when he was arrested. He used to deal me in.... until Sideburns figured out that I could count the cards. Thaaat... didn't end too well. Fortunately there were, you know, bars between us."

Honey Lemon stopped laughing and blinked at him in surprise. The casual way he talked about such things and people gave her whiplash.

"Sideburns?" she echoed dumbly.

"Oh, Bernie 'Sideburns' Stabbington. Part of the Stabbington Brothers. They're wanted in all seven kingdoms for theft, murder, and being the toughest guys around. At least that's what he would brag anyways."

He was flippant about it, but the reminder of Varian's time in prison came crashing through Honey Lemon's reality with all of the subtlety of a sledgehammer smashing through a pillow fort.

"He- he was in there for murder?"

"No, he and his brother were in there for stealing the princess's crown. Theft of royal property is considered treason in Corona."

He was more somber with this last revelation and the parallel wasn't lost on Honey Lemon. She decided to steer the conversation away from such unpleasant subject matter, for both their sakes.

"Well, you know what I would really like to do?"

"No, what?"

"Let's go for a picnic!"

Varian flashed her a huge grin. "Really? Where at?"

"Hmmm…Mauntenreiku Park isn't far, they got a cute little pond and plenty of picnic tables."

"Okay, how about we swing through Noddle Bugger for the food and we'll have dinner in the park."

"Oooh, I want to try the new barbecue tofu burger." She agreed.

"Your wish is my command, my lady." Varian joked and Honey Lemon smiled despite herself as she leaned back and enjoyed the wind in her hair as they rode with the top down.

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"Well, I guess we can agree that this date was a bust." Tadashi awkwardly said as he let his crumpled napkin fall on top of his uneaten plate of food and leaned back.

"Yup." Gogo agreed as she sat across from him, arms folded over her chest.

They were at the restaurant waiting on their checks for 'dinner'; if you could even call it that. The food had arrived burnt and their replacement order was completely wrong. By the time they got the correct meal, it was cold! In fact the whole date had just been nothing but one complete disaster after another.

First the movie they had gone to see had technical issues during the middle of the screening. One moment they had been watching the masked killer chase down some dumb teenagers with a chainsaw, and then the next moment the screen cut off and the lights went back on. The announcement on the intercom said that they movie would be back up in 15 minutes, and they were going to wait, until some idiot in the front row spoiled the movie for everyone by relieving the plot twist that it was the Grandma who was the killer all along.

Then they got a speeding ticket on the way to the restaurant, then there was the awful dinner itself, and to top it all off, his hair was still dyed pink thanks to Varian's prank. Tadashi tried to play it off cool, but he desperately hoped that Gogo didn't find it as stupid looking as he thought it was.

But the final indignity was when they left the restaurant and found that the motorcycle had a flat tire.

"Grrrahhh!" Gogo kicked the bike in frustration.

Tadashi scooted back, surprised by her unusual, but understandable outburst.

"How about I just call us lift and we call it a day?" He offered.

"Yeah..." Gogo sighed as she cradled the back of her neck and looked up at the sky.

"Okay, I called for a Super Driver. They should be here in about ten minutes. Sorry about how today went... maybe... next time we'll have better luck?" Tadashi hopefully asked.

Gogo dropped her hands suddenly and turned to look at him. She studied his face with a pout and for a moment Tadashi feared he had spoken too soon.

"You know what?" She asked. "Let's just head back to my place and order a pizza or something."

"Y-yeah!?' Tadashi felt a hopeful smile spread across his face. "Maybe we can stream something off of FlixPlus or play a video game?"

"Yeah..." She nodded her head and came closer, a small timid smile of her own. "Or we could just.. hang out and do... whatever?"

She looked up at him hopefully and Tadashi's grin grew even wider as he nervously rocked back on his heels.

"I'm down for 'whatever'." He agreed and they both knew that they wouldn't be playing any video games when they got back to the apartment.

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Varian parked his new car next to the boathouse near the pond. He was immensely proud of the vehicle, even if it looked like a Frankenstein monstrosity of an automobile. He had cobbled together the frame from pieces of a junked old model A, a beat up dune buggy, and what was left of a wrecked race car. To add to the oddness of the mishmashed convertible, Varian had inexplicably decided to paint the car bright yellow.

It was an eyesore, but Honey Lemon found it charming nonetheless. Everything about it just screamed 'Varian', from its cobbled together antique look to its wholly unnecessary 'upgrades' like his 'state of the art' sound speaker system, and impractically large tires. Best of all was that he had converted the engine to run on vegetable oil rather than gas. It not only had cleaner emissions than your average automobile, but was cheaper to keep refueled and allowed him to recycle the used grease that they fried the donuts in at the Lucky Cat.

Yes, the car suited him perfectly. Honey Lemon thought.

They sat at a picnic table overlooking the small dock as the afternoon sun shone brightly on the sparkling water. The scene was as picturesque as a postcard.

"Wouldn't it be dreamy to go out on a lake in a rowboat?" Honey Lemon sighed wistfully as she finished the last of her french fries.

"Do you wanna go now?" Varian casually asked before taking a sip of his soda.

Honey Lemon looked at him in surprise and he gestured to the little paddle boats tied up at the end of the dock.

"Oh, no... we can't... Can we?"

"I mean this is a public park and they're here for a reason. Why not?"

Honey Lemon had to agree that this made sense. So after throwing away their trash, they walked to the end of the dock and found a small rowboat tied to the pier. Varian stepped in and untied the boat with practiced ease. Then he held his hand out to her.

She took it and gingerly stepped into the boat herself.

It wobbled as she entered and she started to fall forward. Varian caught her with one arm and helped to steady her, all while still holding onto the rope tied to the pier so as not to drift away.

'Careful,' He laughed as held her close, and Honey Lemon felt her stomach do a little flip flop as their eyes met. He smiled at her blithely, unaware of her fluster, and then helped her to find her seat.

"Soooo... What should I do?" Honey Lemon asked; willfully shooing away the butterflies in her chest.

"Just enjoy yourself." Varian replied as he sat down opposite of her and took up one of the paddles. "I got this." With that he pushed them away from the dock with said paddle and they were off.

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Tadashi had barely walked through the front door of the apartment before Gogo grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down into a kiss.

It was the best damn kiss Tadashi ever had. He didn't want it to end. Though eventually they had to come up for air.

"Maybe I should keep the pink hair. I think it's working for me." He joked, breathless.

Gogo rolled her eyes. "Shut up." She gently whispered before planting another kiss on his lips.

When they finally broke apart for a second time, he smiled and wrapped her into a hug, pulling her closer. Though when he went in for a third kiss, he paused.

Gogo was crying.

"Is… is something wrong?" He asked.

"No… no." She said firmly, even as her tears glisten to the light. "Nothing's wrong. Everything is great."

"Uhhh…you sure about that?"

Gogo sighed and lowered her head. Then she looked back up at him with a sad smile. "It's just… I missed you. That's all."

The rawness and vulnerability in her voice hit him like a freight train, and his stomach dropped as he was reminded yet again how much time had really passed.

"I'm… I'm sor-"

His apology was cut short by another kiss.

"Don't say it." She whispered as the kids ended. "You're here now. That's all that matters."

"Yeah… I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere." He agreed as he caressed her cheek, and he sealed this promise with another kiss.

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Honey Lemon lazily dangled one hand into the water as she lounged in the boat. The early October sun was warm on her face as she closed her eyes, though occasionally a dark cloud would roll by. One particular cloud cast it's shadow for longer than expected and a cool wind lightly blew. She warped her sweater around herself tighter and opened one eye.

She saw Varian seated in front of her rowing the boat; his slender muscles belying their strength as the little boat glided on with ease. He flashed her a grin when he caught her looking at him and Honey Lemon suddenly felt self conscious.

"Are you sure you don't want me to row some?" She asked. "I feel guilty leaving you to do all the work."

Varian chuckled at that. "Nah, this ain't work." He grunted as he dipped the two paddles into the water once more. "I used to row all the way from Old Corona to the capitol. Sometimes even out to sea. Though that was rarer. At least in a pond like this there's no current to fight. Try rowing upriver to Vardaros. Now that's a chore."

"I... I don't know where Vardaros is." Honey Lemon apologized.

"It's the closest city to Corona. In Koto... Uh, about a week away, Though by boat you can cut that time in half. They're a river port. I only made the trip twice, but Dad used to take a whole barge full of men and goods up the river to trade once a year and then floated it back down."

Honey Lemon didn't know what to do with this information. It sounded all so exotic and alien to her. "Oh... Was.. was it fun?"

"I thought so, at the time anyway. I was the youngest so I didn't have to row much. And of course, coming back down stream you didn't have to row at all, so I got to spend a lot of time with my dad. He taught me how to navigate using the stars and how to haggle at the marketplace." He stopped rowing and gave a far off wistful smile. "We fished the whole trip and he'd tell me folk stories... and it was just one of the few times where we really got to spend time together. Usually he was too busy running an entire village to do anything else. It's funny, back then I thought heading to the big city just a few miles away was some grand adventure. Now look where I'm at?"

He laughed good naturedly and started rowing once more. Honey Lemon had nothing to add to that but only smiled encouragingly. She couldn't relate to Varian's story at all. Not only was the idea of traveling on a barge for a week just to sell stuff in the next town over completely foreign to her, but she also couldn't relate to Varian bonding with his father. She hadn't seen her own dad since she was five, and the string of step fathers that followed after, while nice enough, never stuck around for long. Indeed the closest thing to a father figure she had was her Abuelo. Though, while she loved him dearly, it wasn't exactly the same type of relationship.

Honey Lemon turned away from Varian to stare at the pond once more; head rested on one hand as she contemplated. Everything about this moment seemed so romantic, as if she was living a rom com herself. But then so had Paris, so had the museum, and so had prom night with Andre... And each and every time reality had managed to come crashing down around her, eventually. Whether it was from bad luck, Varian accidentally running the moment with his cynicism, or just simply getting her heart broken.

Maybe her mother was right. Maybe romance, and dreaming of 'the one' to come sweep her off her feet was a waste of time. After all, she should know, the woman had been divorced three times now!

Yet, Honey Lemon hated to admit that her mother was right about anything. It was her life. She wasn't her mom. Why couldn't she have a successful relationship? Why did she have to be ashamed of romance and fairytales? Why did she constantly have to be the good little girl who never got into trouble over anything?

She spared a glance at Varian again. He had stopped rowing now and was letting the boat drift in the middle of the pond. He didn't notice her looking this time as he cradled the back of his head and leaned back, eyes closed as he relaxed. In a way, Honey Lemon envied him.

Varian was never embarrassed. He didn't care what people thought of him, or what society expected of him. He did what he wanted and he never let anything hold him back; always confident that he would succeed, never giving up on anything, no matter how impossible the goal nor how disastrous the potential consequences. In fact, Honey Lemon wasn't even sure if Varian was afraid of anything and she wished she could be as free and determined as he was.

Oh, she tried to be. She flung herself into her experiments, her art, her hobbies and her dreams with much the same gusto, but inevitably she would shrink away when faced with the possibility of rejection or the disapproval of someone she cared about.

"Varian?" She asked timidly, after a moment.

"Hmm?" Came the reply.

"Wer.. were you dating anyone in Corona?"

Varian opened his eyes in surprise, though he failed to look at her directly.

"No. I mean.... there was this one girl I had a crush on, b-but turns out she didn't feel the same way."

"The princess?" Honey Lemon asked.

"Noooooo." Varian practically burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the suggestion, "Oh, nooooo."

Honey Lemon was confused. "I just... I thought the two of you had a 'falling out'?"

"Well, we did, but it wasn't over romance." Varian finally sat up to look at her and tilted his head. "Why do you ask?"

"Well... it- it's just I was thinking about what you said earlier... when we were leaving the theater..." Honey Lemon fumbled.

Varian screwed up his face in confusion as he tried to recall their earlier conversation in order to piece together what she was getting at.

"Are.. are you asking me if-if I think Cassandra has a nice butt! ?" He finally blurted out incredulously.

Honey Lemon blinked rapidly in surprise, and blushed. "No.. I- I didn't mean it that way. I just... I thought..."

Varian ignored her stuttering and shrugged. "I mean... I won't lie. Cassie does indeed have a nice figure, but that's not why I found her attractive.... Well, not the only reason anyways."

Honey Lemon tilted her head questioningly, clearly expecting more of an answer, and Varian sighed as he debated on what he should give away or not.

"She was one of the few... 'friends' I had in Corona. She was super cool, and heroic... and she would actually talk to me..... I guess... I just thought that meant more than what it actually did...."

He looked up at her sadly and Honey Lemon slowly nodded her head. "Yeah... I thought Andre and I had something deeper too.... I guess it's easy to get caught up in the moment when you're young."

Varian snickered. "We're still young."

"Well, true, but... younger... You know what I mean."

This only caused Varian to laugh harder. Honey Lemon huffed and hugged her sweater around herself tighter.

"Soooo... What did you find attractive about Andre?" He asked as he choked back his snickers.

"I don't know... he was sweet and we also talked a lot... and it didn't hurt that he was one of the few guys in school who was actually taller than me."

"You... only date people that are taller than you?"

"Well not necessarily... I mean there's this one girl at the gym that's also really cute, but I think she's already seeing someone else...." Honey Lemon trailed off as she realized she had admitted to one of her longest kept secrets. She looked at Varian wide eyed and he just stared at her in surprise.

"You mean the girl with the pigtails that teaches the cardio class or the buff chick that you're always playing racquetball with?" He finally asked.

"The girl with the p-pigtails." She mumbled. "Though they're both nice...."

Varian nodded his head, "You right, they're both cute, and I do think 'pigtail girl' is engaged to one of the other guys in my boxing class. I believe his name is Kevin?"

Honey Lemon nodded along but avoided eye contact with him. Though she knew should have trusted Varian and the rest of friends sooner, she was still self conscious. It didn't surprise her at all that he was being nice about her revelation. What did surprise her however, was what he said next.

"You know who else is cute? That guy with the goatee who teaches the fencing class."

Honey Lemon did a double take, before finally looking back at him.

"Carl's friend, Daniel?"

Varian's grin grew wider. "Yeah! I have half a mind to take up fencing lessons next just for him!"

Honey Lemon paused as it dawned on her that Varian was being one hundred percent serious. Then she couldn't help herself as she snorted with laughter, not that Varian minded at all. He knew it wasn't at his expense.

"Yeah, I kind of wanna take fencing too for the same reason." She wheezed. "Ooohhh you know who else is cute? Guys who wear those tight skinny jeans..."

Varian laughed, "True, true... but I'll do you one even better. Girl's who wear tuxedos."

"Yeeeesss!" Honey Lemon blurted out.

They both doubled over with laughter at that.

Only for their mirth to be interrupted by the first few raindrops from overhead. Varian paused and looked up as one splashed on his cheek. Then he took up rowing once again as more began to rain down upon them.

By the time they made it back to the dock it was raining heavily and they were both soaked through. Honey Lemon held her sweater over her head vainly as Varian lashed the boat up and got out first. Her hair still got wet. He then helped her back out of the little rowboat and they ran towards the boat house and ducked inside.

Once there they burst out laughing again, breathless from their escape. When their giggles finally subsided they shared a smile. No other words were needed.

Honey Lemon felt her cheeks grow hot as they stared at each other. Though that might have just been from running inside from the cold rain; not that boat house was actually heated but it was warmer than outside. She shrugged this off however and wrapped her sweater around her, as if she was still cold and not burning up. Not that the wet jacket would have done any good to remedy that either.

She turned to look out the window and Varian followed her. The rain was now just a sheet of water and the small pond rippled from the onslaught; raindrops sparkling dimly in the gray dull light of the now swiftly fading afternoon. Honey Lemon had to admit it was just as beautiful a sight as the sunny scene from earlier.

"Cold?" Varian asked from behind her, and without waiting for an answer he wrapped his arms around hers in a hug. He pulled her closer to him gently, till her back was pressed against his chest, and he was just tall enough now to rest his chin on her shoulder as he nuzzled his head next to hers.

Honey Lemon stiffened at the action. What was happening? What was she supposed to do? Surely this was just a normal hug, like the million of other normal hugs they had shared before. Then why was her heart suddenly beating fast? What made this hug any different? Why was she overthinking this?

She didn't have time to respond though before Varian lifted his head up as realization struck him.

"Shoot! I left the top up on the car!"

He let go of her and ran outside to rescue his brand new leather seats; ridiculously fumbling with the cloth hood as he got even more wet. His damp hair clung to his face and his long bangs covered his eyes as he sputtered water while muttering curses.

It was a very comical sight to behold and Honey Lemon couldn't help but laugh as she watched him from the doorway of the boat house. Her brief panic from before all but forgotten in an instant.

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Honey Lemon and Varian made their way up the stairs of the apartment building snickering. The rain had stopped outside but their clothes and hair were still halfway wet.

"So do you think I'd look good in those skinny jeans you were talking about?" Varian joked. "Or maybe I should grow my own goatee."

Honey Lemon tried to suppress her smile at the thought of Varian with a goatee. She failed. "I'm... sure you'd look nice in anything. What matters if you like it."

They stopped at her door.

"That's the cowards' way out." Varian teased, calling her bluff. "Though, for the record, I think you'd look splendid in a tux."

"Oh why thank you, kind sir" Honey Lemon gave an exaggerated curtsy. "But where would I wear just fine garments?"

"Oh I can think of a few places." Varian mussed, and then gave a sly smile. "What if we went dancing?"

Honey Lemon clasped her hands and gave an audible gasp. "You mean as in fancy ballroom dancing?" She hopefully asked, before noting Varian's smile and getting annoyed at him one more. "Oh you're teasing me again."

"Noooo. No, I'm not." Varian laughed. "I mean it. In a city as big as this one, there's got to be someplace around here to go dancing at. One that'll actually, you know, let me in."

Honey Lemon rolled her eyes at that but still the smile still wouldn't leave her face. "Well if you can find that place and get us in... legally... then I'd love to go dancing." She childishly swung back and forth; her hands clasped behind her back as her short dress swished around her thighs; as if she was a school girl trying to contain her excitement at it being promised a new toy or a piece of candy.

Varian's smile grew wider. "Well, I'll get to looking then. À bientôt, mademoiselle." He gave a little bow with a flourish and Honey Lemon giggled. It was all so silly, but that's what she loved bout it.

Varian turned and walked back down stairs. He stopped at the bottom of the stairwell and waved goodbye. Honey Lemon returned the farewell.

Once he was gone she went to unlock her front door. Only to pause as soon as she opened it. She heard the unfamiliar and very strange sound of Gogo giggling .

This was followed by the deeper laugh of a man. Honey Lemon looked up towards the loft where the sound was coming from and saw the top of Tadashi's pink hair.

She immediately turned around and quickly slammed the door behind her closed. She'll just have to find something else to do until he left. Maybe, she'd see what Globby was up to? As she walked back down stairs to the apartment below, thoroughly embarrassed, she realized that she and her roommate will need to have a very uncomfortable discussion about bringing boyfriends to the apartment in the near future, and she absolutely dreaded it.

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"Bye, Megan. Bye, Chief Cruz." Hiro called out as he exited the police vehicle. He waved goodbye, and ran inside the Lucky Cat. It had stopped raining, but it remained cloudy and it looked like it could start again at any moment. He didn't want to be stuck outside when it did.

He made it back right as twilight began to fade and flipped on the light switch in the foyer at the foot of stairs. His phone vibrated, indicating he had gotten a message. It was from Karmi, asking about his day.

A roller coaster of emotions ran through him; first excitement that his crush had contacted him, then worry over how she would react when she found out that he had spent the day with his other crush. Then came indignation, because he wasn't actually dating either of them so what did it matter? Which was then followed by the fear that neither girl would care because neither actually liked him in that way.

Hiro sighed. Why did love have to be so confusing?

He made his way up the stairs, debating on what he should tell Karmi, when he found Tadashi and Varian in the kitchen chatting.

Hiro paused and raised an eyebrow. They were being awfully friendly for two guys who were trying to kill one another just this morning.

"Whaaaat's going on?" he interrupted.

Both guys stopped laughing and looked at him.

"We're talking about how our dates went." Varian explained.

"Oh, how did that go then?" Hiro asked.

Varian and Tadashi shared a couple of sly smiles between them, before Tadashi smugly answered, "I'll tell you when you're older."

Varian broke into snickers at the annoyed face Hiro gave them.

"Ha! Ha! Laugh it up. I may be the youngest, but I'm still the most mature person here. At least I don't kiss and tell."

"Oooh, kissing." Tadashi teased. "Well it sounds like you had a nice date yourself."

"It wasn't... that's not what happened... shut up!"

His protests were interrupted however by his phone going off as Karmi sent him a new message.

"Oh and is that your girlfriend texting you?" Varian joined in on the teasing and snatched the phone out of Hiro's hand.

"Hey, give it back!" Hiro hopped up and down trying to reach the cellphone while Varian held it aloft.

"Awe, how sweet! Karmi says she was thinking about you all day!" Varian read out loud.

Hiro paused for half a second, "She did? Wait! No! Don't read that!"

He jumped up to grab Varian into a head lock and force him to let go of the phone, only for Tadashi to intervene and snag the cell away as he was busy wrestling with the other boy.

"Karmi? I thought he went on a date with that Megan girl? Tadashi asked, confused, as he read the text.

"It wasn't a date." Hiro said, letting go of Varian.

"He's been trying to string both girls along." Varian explained as he rubbed his now free shoulder.

"I have not!"

Tadashi gave a mock gasp and in the fakest 'concerned' voice he could muster said, "Why Hiro, you mean to tell me you've been playing both sides? For shame little bro. You know cheaters never win."

Hiro didn't even dignify this taunt with a response, he just made a dash for his phone again. Only for Tadashi to toss it back to Varian.

"Are you guys seriously going to play keep away with my phone!?" Hiro shouted.

"Maaaybe." Varian shrugged before throwing it back to Tadashi.

He caught it with ease. "Perhaps we should do the chivalrous thing and inform the two girls about what's going on. What do you say, Varian?"

He flung the phone back to Varian as Hiro made another dive for it.

"I would say it's the gentlemanly thing to do?" He answered as he caught the cell.

Hiro was so mad he could barely see straight. Then he realized that was precisely the reaction his brothers were hoping for.

He stopped chasing after the phone, stuck his chin out, and straightened up to his full height, even though it did little good as both of the other teens still towered over him.

"That's fine. Go ahead and tell them. It's not like I've done anything wrong." He shrugged and walked over to the fridge, pretending he didn't care.

"Well now what?" Varian asked as he joined Tadashi. "It's no fun if he doesn't care."

"He's bluffing." Tadashi said.

"I'm not bluffing." Hiro said as he pulled out the jug of milk, and cup of overnight oats. "You guys can do what you want." He then turned back around to face them as he kicked the door to the fridge close.

This proved to be a mistake.

Something fell off the top of the fridge from the force of the door slamming. Something red, scaly, vaguely fishy smelling, and with claws; and it landed right on top of Hiro's head.

Hiro screamed at the sight of the lobster and dropped both the milk and oatmeal as he flailed about. Both Varian and Tadashi laughed uncontrollably at the sight.

"Ahhh! Get it off! Get it off!"

Tadashi finally came to his rescue and grabbed the crustacean off of his head.

"Good boy, Lorenzo! You're such a good boy!" He cooed at the thing like it was puppy dog before placing it back into a cooler full of water that he had hid behind the cabinet.

"Aaand it's sent!" Varian announced as he held up Hiro's phone.

"Wait!? You two planned this!?" Hiro screamed.

"Yeah we did!" Varian crowed, and he and Tadashi shared a high five.

Hiro snatched the phone away as they congratulated each other. There on the screen was a ridiculous picture of him standing there with a lobster on his head. And Varian didn't just send it to Karmi; he had sent it to everyone .

Hiro's phone started blowing up with texts ranging from confusion to mockery, as his brothers just stood there and snickered at his reaction.

"See, we talked about it," Tadashi said as he rested his elbow on Varian's shoulder, "and Varian I came to the very important revelation that you were playing both sides of this prank war. So we decided to bury the hatchet in order to level the playing field."

Hiro was too stunned to respond. He had been defeated and he knew it.

#varian #honey lemon #hiro #tadashi #gogo #big hero 6 the series #tangled the series #tangled #big hero six #rapunzel's tangled adventure #bh6

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atinydise · 3 years

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Ateez reacting to Yunho being a grown man

❦ Genre: Fluff, suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 2k6.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

HONGJOONG

The leader lazily and sleepily got out of his bed. He realized how early it was when he saw Yunho, still sleeping peacefully/ Hongjoong hesitated to jump back in his warm bed or to stay awake. He opted for the 2nd option and quietly left the door. At his big surprise, Mingi and Wooyoung were in the kitchen, cooking. "Pasta? For breakfast?" Asked Hongjoong, questioning their life choice. "Breakfast?" Repeated Wooyoung. "It's 1PM Hyung." The leader glanced at the clock on the microwave. "Yunho is till sleeping, I thought it was 8 AM." The 2 boys snored at the same time. Hongjoong raised a brow. "What's so funny? It happens to sleep until late." Mingi and Wooyoung exchanged a quick stare. "Tell me." Insisted Hongjoong.

"I think we should tell him." Said Mingi. Wooyoung sighed, but finally nodded. "Okay close the door really quick." The leader was completely lost. Why were they acting so weirdly? "Okay, keep the secret because Yunho ignores that we know." Started Mingi. "Know what?" "We saw him and Y/N making out yesterday." Claimed Wooyoung. Hongjoong raised a brow. "Yunho and Y/N? Come on... what you saw was wrong." "No! She was almost naked and kind of riding him." The leader almost threw up at this image. "Y'all so nasty." "Nasty about what?" Asked Yunho, entering the kitchen. "Ah Yunho!" Snapped Hongjoong. "These 2 idiots are trying to prank me." "Hyung..." whispered Mingi. "They said that they saw you making out with Y/N yesterday." He sneered. "But I told them that you were not into "this". He air-quoted. "Oh." Replied Yunho. "But they are right Hyung." He faced Mingi and Wooyoung. "Sorry that you saw that boys." They both shrugged, not turning this into a big deal. While Hongjoong was wondering if all of this was a prank. Yunho is so shy and pure, he would never do this yet. "S-So, you are-" he paused. "Sexually active? Heck yeah! Have you seen Y/N?" He smirked. The leader gagged once again. "Come on, don't act like it's a big deal." "It is!" "It's not." Replied Yunho, picking an apple before leaving the kitchen. Mingi and Wooyoung smirked at Hongjoong. "So, you believe us now?" "Our baby is a grown man." He whispered. "Of course... he turned it as a big deal." Sighed Wooyoung.

SEONGHWA

Yunho are you ready?" Asked Seonghwa, looking for his tall friend. "I'm born ready." He replied joyfully. They both decided to hang out together since the other members had their own schedule. At first, they went to the arcade game because it's Yunho favorite place and Seonghwa really wanted to make him full and relaxed. As a second destination, Seonghwa picked a good restaurant. They really chose everything they wanted on the menu. The table was full of food, few people were even looking at them like if they were crazy. "Soju?" Offered the eldest member. "Yeah! But not too much today okay?" "Sure."

1 hour later, these 2 boys were laughing crazily at everything. Their noses and cheeks were completely red because of the amount of alcohol in their body. "Do you remember when Mingi said that he could be the leader when Hongjoong pranked us?" Puffed Seonghwa. "We were all crying but he just wanted to replace him." Laughed Yunho. "Like if he could lead us. He would quit in 2 days." Giggled Seonghwa. "Y/N would last longer than him." Added Yunho. "Ooooh Y/N! I miss Y/N! Where is she?" Seonghwa tugged on the wall next to him. "In her house. She's tired." Smirked Yunho. "I thought she was in vacation or a week off." "Yeah, she is," he hiccupped." I didn't mean tired in the way." Even in his state, Seonghwa understood that his friend didn't get it. "We had seeeex," giggled the tallest boy. Seonghwa almost spitted the soju he had in his mouth. "You what?!" "Oops." Laughed Yunho. "How?!" "How?" He raised a brow. "Well, I thought you knew, but I put her legs on my shoulders and I-" "No!" Stopped Seonghwa, disgusted. "Don't say anything." "But you know it better than me." He winked. "Jeong Yunho." "Park Seonghwa." He giggled. "You better use a protection." "Of course. I bought one with your credit card by the way." "I don't know if it's because I'm drunk or this situation, but I'll throw up." "I would say too much alcohol." "No, too much information, perv." He gagged. "Wait! I'm gonna tell me you mooore!" "Time to go back home!" Shouted Seonghwa, standing up but instantly tugging on the side. "Waitress! PLEASE! Save me!" He yelled in the restaurant, Yunho laughing behind him.

YEOSANG

"Yunho have you seen my phone?" Asked Yeosang. "No. Have you looked under your pillow?" "Yeah. Can I borrow yours 2 sec? Just to text Wooyoung." "Sure." He handed his phone to Yeosang. "You are still going to the theater?" "Yep. Do you want to come with us?" Yeosang searched Wooyoung's contact. He spotted that except you, Yunho wasn't texting his friends that much. "Depends which movie you are going to watch." Replied Yunho. "I think you watched it already. It's Tenet." "Oh! I'm down. I really like this movie." Accepted Yunho." "Cool. Then get ready because-" *ting* ["Okay there's nothing to worry about anymore."] Yeosang unconsciously read your message even though he tried to avoid it. "Text Wooyoung, I'll look for my wallet." Yeosang nodded and finally warned his closest friend to join them in 10 minutes. *ting* ["I just had my period. I'm not pregnant."] Yeosang's eyes widened. Just by this concrete text, he understood a lot of things. He got it that Yunho started to be a grown man. But not that much. "I'm ready." Said Yunho smiling widely. Yeosang handed him back his phone, acting like he never knew these messages. "I'll take a jacket." He almost ran to his bedroom. The tallest guy shrugged and unlocked his phone. He instantly saw the notifications with your name on it. He took 5 seconds to process the situation. "Shit!" He rushed to Yeosang's room and asked: "Have you seen anything particular on my phone?" His friend shook his head, lying. "Not at all." Yunho sighed, relieved. "Okay." "Is there something to know?" "No." "Sure?" "Yeah, there's nothing." "Okay cool." "I thought you were freaking out because I know that Y/N isn't pregnant." "You lied!" "You had sex! And not even fully protected!" "It just cracked. It's an accident." "Disgusting disgusting." Yeosang covered his ears, leaving the room. "Don't tell anyone!" Almost begged Yunho, following him. "What's going on?" Asked Jongho. "They're just crazy." Shrugged Mingi.

SAN

San sighed for the 3rd time in a minute. He accepted to help Seonghwa a bit. As every day off, he took some time to clean the entire dorm. "Less sighing, more cleaning." Sang Seonghwa, putting down a pair of new sheets on San's bed. "Hyung!" Whined San. "How can you like something like cleaning? It's so boring!" "Hm... how can you like throwing your food on Woooyoung's face and not cleaning the tomato sauce which splashed on the wall?" Asked Seonghwa. San stayed quiet for a second and finally gave up and turned back to his desk. "That's what I thought..." smirked the eldest member. "Dictator..." whispered San. "Don't forget to tidy Yunho's sheet in the wardrobe too." "Yeah sir." Just when Seonghwa left, San jumped on his bed, tired of these efforts. He stared at the ceiling a minute and finally glanced at the messy wardrobe. "Argh... I'm so lazy." He sighed. "Oh. What is this?" San spotted a clothe like a maid dress, hung up in Yunho's side. He got out of the bed and walked slowly toward the dress. When he was finally sure that he was right, he picked the hanger. "The heck are you doing with this Jeong Yunho?" Before he could realize, his friend entered the room. "Seonghwa said- no wait. Threatened me, to help you." Yunho stopped in his track when he saw that your dress was in San's hands. His face was bending, reading your name on the collar of the dress. "San, it's not what you think it is." He claimed, freaking out. "I wasn't aware you were into cosplay..." he smirked, trying his best to not laugh. "I don't judge." "It- It was her idea!" Yunho ripped the dress out of San's grip. "Soo... you are... doing "the thing" now?" He crossed his arms on his chest. "It's- personal." Blushed Yunho, hiding the dress in his sport bag. "Oh, come on!" For sure you have secrets, gossips and juicy things to tell me!" "No!" "Yunho, you are a real man now. And a nasty one." he added. "No need to be shy." "San!" The tallest boy rolled his eyes. "Okay okay! I stop." Giggled San. "But don't forget to be gently with Y/N." "I am." He replied. "I will treat her gently and never ask her to do something she doesn't want to." "Good." Nodded San. Both of them started to clean their part of the room, quietly. When San added. "Don't be too nice then. Maybe she likes it rough." "I'll kill you!" Growled Yunho, running after San.

MINGI

Mingi was laying on Yunho's bed. It's been 2 hours since they exchanged a word. Yunho has been looking website on his computer, while Mingi was lost on TikTok. The atmosphere wasn't awkward at all. Until Yunho asked: "Song Mingi." "Hm?" "I know that you had many girlfriends, so I think you could help me." Mingi gulped. He lied about the numbers of girls he dated. He said something like "10", but in reality, it was like 1. He’s too shy for that. "Yeah? What do you want to know?" He sat on the bed. "How you knew that you are "doing well"? He asked, blushing a bit. "Doing what?" Repeated Mingi, naively. "You know..." Mingi raised a brow, not having a blue about what he wanted to talk about. "With Y/N, we took the next step. And I don't really know if I'm-" "The next step?" "Yeah. Sex." Yunho raised a brow. "You know what it is? Because I thought you did it a tone of time. Right?" Mingi was shocked and scared. Yunho had been his friend, probably the closest one, since a long time and to know that he was now sexually active was surprising. "Mingi?" "Huh? Y-Yeah?" He sneered. "A ton of times!" "So how do you know they liked it?" "Huh. I-I-Well-Haha." He stuttered, laughing nervously. "You know! The moans and stuff." "Moans?" "Yeah. The more she's loud, more she likes it." He said coolly. "Really? I don't think that's a good value. She can fake it." "Why would she do that? That's mean." "To be nice with me probably. To not ruin the mood." Mingi blushed. "Women does that?" "Some of them, I guess. For our ego." Yunho shrugged. "Wow. Well." He paused, trying to keep his composure. "Just talk to her. Conversations are the key. Yunho nodded, satisfied with his answer. "You are probably right." "Of course! You are talking with a pro!" "Why we never met one of them by the way?" "Oh! Seonghwa is calling me! We are going to talk about that later okay?" Mingi ran away. "I'm coming Hyung!" "N-Nobody called you." Whispered Yunho confused.

WOOYOUNG

Wooyoung was laying on the living-room's couch. One leg on the headrest, the other one falling on the floor. "The answer is Spring Day!" He yelled throwing a chip on the TV screen. "How can you ignore this when you claim about being an army." He rolled his eyes. Wooyoung almost had a heart attack when the bell rang loudly in the dorm. He growled lazily, and finally walked to the door. "Mingi you forgot your key all-" "Hello." You bowed politely and shyly. Wooyoung had the instant reflex to hide behind the door, ready to slam it at your face. "Oh no! I'm not a fan!" You tried to reassure him. "I'm Y/N." "Y/N?" He repeated. "Like Yunho's Y/N?" You nodded, shy to be categorized as Yunho's girlfriend. "Yunho is not here." He's filming his k-drama." "Yeah, but he told me you would be there." You smiled. "I just need to pick something I've left here." "Oh. You already came here?" Asked Wooyoung. You ignored his question, too shy to answer it and pointed at the hoodie hanging on Yunho's doorknob. "Here it is!" You removed your shoes quickly and walked past Wooyoung. He was looking at every of your moves, trying to know how you left suck a big piece of clothes here. "Now that I have it. I should go." You waved at Wooyoung who was still confused. "Huh- bye." He replied. When you closed the door, Wooyoung's brain tilted. At the terrible image of Yunho doing profanities at the dorm, maybe right where he was sitting few minutes ago, he almost threw up. "Disgusting Jeong Yunho."

The same night, Wooyoung was waiting patiently his friend's return. "We are home!" Yelled San, followed by Seonghwa, Yunho and Jongho. Wooyoung almost tripped on his run to the hallway. "Yunho Hyung... Y/N came here to take back the thing she left here." "Y/N?" Repeated Seonghwa. "She came here?" Asked Jongho. "Y-Yeah one time. It was raining this day." Replied Yunho, blushing a bit. "So, it was cold too?" Insisted Wooyoung. "Yeah." "So how did she leave without her hoodie?" He smirked. Yunho took a second to realize that Wooyoung knew. "Let's talk in my room." He gripped his friend's arm before heading to his room. "You a little nasty boy." Shouted Wooyoung, sure that everyone would hear it. When the door slammed, the 3 other boys were looking at each other. "The hell is going on in this house now." Sighed Seonghwa.

JONGHO

"You can't beat me Hyung." Laughed Jongho. "I just need more training." Replied Yunho, trying to launch the basketball right in. "How can you not put at least one, with your height?" "You are talking way too much for someone who faked to have a cramp when I had a point." Smirked Yunho. "This is a strict basketball rule." Shrugged Jongho. "It's not." Jongho took the advantage of Yunho's distraction to rip the ball out of his large hands. This action was followed by an intense match. Jongho was still the best, but his friend's score was close enough. Only one point was missing to give Jongho the victory. Unexpectedly, Yunho tried to dunk, thinking that he already won, but the ball bounced out. "How can you miss this with your height?" They both looked at you. "That's exactly what I said." Added Jongho. Your boyfriend ran to you, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "Hi babe." "Hi." You replied, smiling widely at you. "Do you want to play with us Y/N?" Offered the maknae. "If you are not scared to lose." You threatened him. "Never." "Okay go then." You removed your hoodie which could be annoying to play with. When you made sure everything was okay, you nodded at the boys but both of them were like a bit petrified. At their face, you realized which mistakes you made. "Shit!" "Yu-Yunho did this to you?!" Asked Jongho, pointing at your neck and collarbone. "Jongho shh!" You put your hand on his mouth. "Keep it as a secret." Begged your boyfriend. Jongho removed your hand." Keep the secret about you making Y/N look like a pepperoni pizza?!" "He's right about that though. You made a bunch of hickeys." Yunho rolled his eyes and handed you back your hoodie. "Put it back before someone else see it." "So. Wait. Pause." Realized Jongho. "So now you are into sex?" "Jeez that's awkward." You whispered. "We are not going to talk about it right now and here." Refused Yunho. "We are going to talk about it right now." Replied the maknae, arms crossed over his chest. "Gosh, Hongjoong is that you." You giggled. "Oh yeah, good idea. We should tell our beloved leader." "Nice one Y/N..." Sighed your boyfriend. "It was supposed to be a joke!" You freaked out.

#ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez writings #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez suggestive #ateez #ateez x atiny #ateez x you #ateez smut

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chim-chimchii · 3 years

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Encaptured (Jungkook)

Genre: Fluff

Note: A little fuckboy Jungkook for you all! I’m currently working on a social media au and I might just post the profiles so I can give you guys a sneak peek and to also motivate myself to work on it more! Let me know what you guys think! I also didn’t know how to end this so I apologize if it’s a crappy ending.

. . . . . . .

On Thursdays, the literary class met in the college library, and that was when Jungkook always had you look over his essays. Not only did he use that time to get his papers edited, but he also took this time to prod you about your weekend plans.

"So, are you going to accept my offer to take you to the movies this weekend?" Jungkook asked, resting his chin on his palm.

You glanced up from his essay. "Hm, not this week. I think I'm all booked." With a smirk directed towards him, you continued marking his paper.

"You said that last week." He mumbled with a playful pout.

"And last week, when I rejected you, you ended up taking that girl from your math class." You stated with a challenging stare.

Tongue in cheek, Jungkook chuckled, "Well, I couldn't let those tickets go to waste! I thought for sure you would have agreed." He continued trying to justify his playboy ways.

You scoffed and slid his paper over to him; red pen marks were scattered all over it. You thought that the edits you made to his essay would distract him from the current topic, but he pushed the assignment to the side.

"Y/n, when will you let me take you on a date?" Jungkook leaned in ever so slightly and smiled sweetly.

Your heart rate increased. His whole appearance changed with that one smile, and it was hard for you to hide the fact that it made you feel some way. Maybe it was time to give him a chance, and if it didn't work out, then he would finally stop bugging you.

"Okay." You finally answered after thinking it through. That one word took Jungkook by surprise.

"Okay? Are you saying, yes?"

Without making eye contact, you nodded and closed your notebook with a gentle smile.

"I'll pick you up at seven." Jungkook bit his lip to hide his smile and watched you leave the library.

. . . .

The sun was setting, and seven o clock was right around the corner. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror that hung by the door and nodded in approval of your outfit. You tried to remember the last time you got all dressed up for a date, and as you tried to place a moment, there was a knock at the door.

As you reached for the door, you hesitated. What if this was a one-time thing? What if he never spoke to you after tonight? Just because you turned his offers for a date down multiple times, it wasn't as if you didn't like Jungkook. You appreciated his presence in your boring literary class; you appreciated his jokes and stories. What if all he wanted was to add you to the list of girls he won over with his charms?

Your thoughts were interrupted again by a knock, but this time it was a lot softer. You took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob. Whatever his intentions were, you decided to accept this date, so you had to deal with the consequences.

Jungkook stood in the doorway with his hands buried in his pockets. His head was hung low as if he was half expecting you not to answer, but when you opened the door wider, he looked up.

You forgot to breathe upon seeing him. Instead of the cliche leather jacket he always wore, he wore a grey flannel over a white shirt. It wasn't THAT different from what he always wore but seeing him wear light-colored clothing suits him well. His demeanor was different, as well. A timid smile replaced the cocky smirk he always had on his face.

"Are you ready?" His voice came out lighter than usual; it took you a moment to remember this was Jungkook and not someone else.

"Yeah, let me just grab my bad." You left him by the door as you dashed back to your room to grab your purse.

. . . .

It was the little things that Jungkook did that made you weak in the knees. As the two of you walked to the theater, Jungkook rested his hand on the small of your back. He maneuvered you to the other side of him; it wasn't until his warmth left that you realized he was making sure you were closest to the buildings and away from the busy street.

Your eyes fixated on him, and it felt like the world was in slow motion, and you saw Junkook in a new light. You wanted nothing more, but to have this moment last forever. Forever didn't come because he glanced at you with that beautiful smile of his.

"Would you be upset if I told you I don't want to go to the movies anymore?"

The world resumed at its original speed, and your excitement disappeared.

"Oh? Did you want to take a rain check or something?" You tried not to sound too disappointed.

"No, no. I just don't think I can handle sitting next to you for two and a half hours and not talk to you."

You sighed in relief, which made Jungkook chuckle.

"I don't know what you've been told or what you heard about me, but I'm not cruel.

You raised your eyebrow at him and smirked. "I don't know, I've heard some pretty interesting things about you, Jungkook."

You gave him one last teasing look before walking ahead of him. Jungkook tsked before jogging to catch up to you.

"So, are you going to tell me what you heard so I can prove those accusations wrong?"

Together you waded through the crowded street, careful not to lost one another. If he took your hand, would you pull away or let him have that small victory?

"You haven't said what we're going to do now that we're not going to the movies."

His hand grazed yours. "You're changing the topic."

Seconds later, his hand rested on your shoulder to guide you towards the entrance of an arcade. It was full of other couples, groups of friends, and people wanting to have fun. The atmosphere brought a smile to your face. You didn't even realize Jungkook had left until he returned with a bag full of tokens.

"I'll let you choose the first game."

Dramatically, you rested your hand on your heart. "What a gentleman."

Jungkook threw his head back in defeat. "Whoever told you that I wasn't a gentleman needs to stop feeding you lies."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you don't really have the best reputation." You explained as you made your way over to the basketball game.

You glanced back at him to make sure he was following and found him chewing on his lip. Your statement bothered him. The two of you exchanged no other words until he was standing next to you.

"Is that why you always rejected me?" His eyes locked with yours, and you didn't dare look away.

Rather than lying, you nodded. "Yeah."

Jungkook was the one to break eye contact; it was clear he was upset. He fished for a token and inserted it into the machine to start the game.

As you watched him, you inhaled deeply and thought about everything. You didn't want to be the reason the date ended in ruins. You were honest about why you declined his offers, but now that you were here with him, you kept thinking how different things could have been if you had just agreed to date him the first time he asked.

Without thinking further, when Jungkook reached for another ball, you took it from him and aimed for the moving hoop.

"You can't blame me for being scared."

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but stopped as he watched you throw the ball straight into the hoop. Another ball rolled towards you, but Jungkook grabbed it before you could.

"I wasn't blaming you. I was blaming myself." He missed the hoop and ticked his head to the side, slightly annoyed that he didn't score, but as the game ended, he had one of the highest scores.

Together you moved in the direction of another game.

"Why are you blaming yourself?"

He didn't say anything, and you were afraid he didn't hear you due to the increasing volume of everyone around you.

"Because I got careless with relationships and dating, and now that I want something serious, my reputation is ruining my chances.

The corners of your mouth twitched into a tiny smile. "It's your turn to pick a game."

You weren't ignoring what he had said; you just wanted to think about it for a moment longer.

The two of you wandered around the arcade and tried not to lose each other with the growing amount of people entering the building. Jungkook stopped in front of a photo booth and let out a small laugh.

"It isn't a game, but it seems like this is the only thing unoccupied."

"I think it'll be fun!" You linked his arm with yours and entered the small booth.

Jungkook sat silently next to you as you messed around with the photo settings. As you sat back, your shoulder brushed against his, and it made it obvious how close the two of you were. You couldn't help but think back to his previous comment about wanting to be in a serious relationship. Did he mean that he wanted to try and be in a serious relationship with you? You'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for him. The truth was, you had liked him all along, but you let the rumors about him cloud your judgment of his character.

The beeping of the timer caused you to snap out of your thoughts.

"Are you ready?" You glanced over at Jungkook, and to your surprise, he was already staring at you. The flash went off, signaling that the first picture was taken. Then the timer reset.

"Your chances aren't completely ruined, by the way."

The two of you looked away and to the camera, where you opted for a funny face. The camera went off.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook turned to you again.

"If you were this version of yourself all the time, you wouldn't have any trouble getting into a serious relationship, and any girl would be happy to be with you."

You stuck your tongue out at him as the camera snapped another picture.

"I don't want just any girl though--" He faced forward and held up a peace sign. "--I want you."

Your expression changed in an instant, and it was captured as the shutter sounded. "Jungkook."

He hesitated but looked your way as the last seconds of the timer counted down. You took his face into your hands and pressed your lips to his. The moment captured forever as the final flash of the camera washed over the two of you.

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stressisakiller · 3 years

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As You Wish

Steve Rogers x Reader Soulmate AU

(As you wish Part 2)

Summary: What happens when after moving into Stark Tower you run into a certain Captain

Warnings: None really, fluff, like one cussword a little bit of spice

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Fluffy chapter yay! Let me know what you think and if you have any requests for future chapters! Thank yall for reading!’

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Life working side by side with Tony was dangerous. When Killian attacked Tony it was you not Pepper who was taken and subjected to the Extremis serum. This caused you to heal crazy fast and gave you super strength, which was pretty cool but not very useful for someone who spent most of their time in a robotics lab trying not to crush something when it wasn't working.

You later discovered that Killian mistakenly believed that you were in fact Tony's soulmate, while you had always thought that it was Pepper. She quickly refuted your claim when you told her, pulling the back of her jeans down enough to show the smiley face that graced her butt cheek. Turns out that her soulmate was none other than Happy the head of security.

About six months after the battle of new york, after Tony and the whole Killian/Mandarin situation, Tony asked very nicely if you would move into the Avengers tower with him. He needed to get the Avengers tower going, and after everything that happened and his panic attacks, he really didn't want to live there alone. He was also hoping that if you lived in the tower that the avengers would be more willing to as well. By this point you had met and become friends with most of them save for Captain America, he hasn’t been around much. He was trying to find his place in this new world and taking as many missions as Shield will give him in order to feel needed

The tower was much different this time than the last time you had been there. There was less plastic film and dust everywhere and all of the construction work was done. Most notably, the wall on Stark's living room floor was no longer a gaping hole.

The top eight levels of the tower were for the avengers. The penthouse was where Tony stayed, no surprise there. The level directly below was his lab space which was restricted access for the most part and then there was the common level under that. The common level was composed of a large kitchen and dining area, as well as a massive living room with the biggest tv you had ever seen. This floor also houses a theater, and an arcade room equipped with pool tables and any other game you could think of. Tony is such a child sometimes, not that you were complaining you loved to play pool. The next three floors are where you and the rest of the Avengers would live. You would each get your own suite that you could arrange and decorate however you saw fit. Each suite includes a kitchenette, and small living room that was separate from the bedroom, and a massive ensuite bath. The lowest two levels were dedicated to the training room and medical ward, as well as a giant pool and sauna area, these floors allowed for outside access as long as they were vetted.

Six months later, life in the tower was going well. You, Tony and Bruce, were the main people living there. You could understand that though, Nat and Clint were constantly out on missions for shield and mainly stayed on base in DC. Tony told you that Steve was currently living in an apartment in DC. He didn't want to live on base but he was running missions for Shield on and off. Thor was off-world with Loki so life was pretty quiet.

Then there was a mission that the Captain went on that didn’t go the way he thought. He was wounded and brought back a captive. You were in the common area when the door was thrown open and a bloody Steve Rogers burst through carrying a soaking wet girl over his shoulder.

“The Medical wing, where is it?” He questioned voice hard from pain or fatigue or both.

“This way.” you hurried off, not looking behind you, you knew that he would follow.

When you arrived, you called for Dr. Cho and Steve told her what was going on and placed the girl on a stretcher. The nurses pushed her to a room to monitor her until she woke up. He was then shown to a separate room to be looked over and have the bullet removed.

That night Tony pulled you into the living room to watch your favorite movie, the princess bride. It was about halfway through when an exhausted Steve came through the door and flopped down on the couch beside the one that you and Tony were currently lounging on. It was coming to your favorite part, Buttercup was currently yelling at the Dread Pirate Roberts and about to push him down the hill.

“Oooh,” you said hitting Tony’s shoulder, “I love this part,” you spoke along with Wesley as he rolled down the hill, “As you Wiiiisssshhhh.” you clapped your hands together, “that will forever be the best reveal ever.”

You didn’t notice Steve’s stare as you said those words. Holy Shit he thought his tattoo finally made sense, and yet the girl that fate said was perfect for him had her legs thrown over Tony’s lap and was leaning against him while watching the movie. He stood quickly and stomped out of the room, today was just not his day.

You look over at Tony confused when Steve left.

“What the hell do you think that was about?” you asked, growing more confused as you noticed the smirk on Tony’s lips.

“Why are you smiling like that?” You had to stop yourself from slapping him when he started to laugh.

“What the hell, Stark, tell me what's going on?”

“I think that Capsicle just realized that you're his soulmate.” He said through chuckles.

“What the fuck do you mean he realized that I’m his soulmate?” you asked your whole body going still as you waited for him to elaborate.

“I thought you had realized this earlier,” he said looked genuinely confused, “The captain is your soulmate, I’ve known since we had that movie night after finding him in the ice. Your tattoo is his dog tags with the flower of his birth month and a phrase that I’ve heard him say multiple times while next to him in a fight.”

You just sat there frozen trying to comprehend what exactly the man sitting in front of you was saying.

“You know, he may be a little jealous that his soulmate was cuddling someone else since he probably doesn’t realize that you're like a sister to me. You should probably go after him.” His words seemed to break you from your trance as you threw yourself very clumsily from the couch to follow after him.

“Jarvis, where did Rogers go?”

“He is in the training room miss.”

“Thanks, J”

You ran all the way down, opening the door you were met by the scene of Steve hitting a punching bag so hard that it broke and flew off of its chain.

“You know, I’m not sure that those are made to withstand the punch of a super soldier, maybe I should design one that can,” you said leaning against the wall and trying not to show the fact that your heart was beating a million miles a minute.

“And why would you feel the need to do that, I’m sure Stark has plenty of things that he needs you to design that are more important than a Steve-proof punching bag.” You could tell that he was gritting his teeth as he spoke, reaching for another bag. You step towards him slowly, making sure not to walk too quickly from fear of him leaving.

“Well I’m sure that the great Tony Stark can take care of himself, and anyways, I think creating something to make my soulmate's life easier is more important.”

He slowly pulled his eyes from the punching bag that he was hanging onto the hook to look at you, pain obvious in his eyes.

“Really? Cause you seemed pretty comfortable with him.” you could see the vulnerability in his eyes as he spoke, he had gone through so much already.

“Yes really, Tony is more like an annoying older brother than anything. I’ve been working around him for the past five or so years, trust me when I say that I have no desire to date him. You on the other hand.” You made sure that your voice turned teasing on the last words, you wanted to make him smile, you hadn’t gotten to see that yet.

“Well good, cause I think I may have to kick his ass if you did.” You could hear the teasing lilt in his voice and the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. But as quickly as it came it was gone.

“How long have you known?” his voice cracked a little as he spoke. You let out a small huff of a laugh.

“Would you believe me if I told you that Tony had to tell me when I was confused as to why you left the room?” His eyes snapped to yours.

“Really? You didn’t know?”

“After not meeting my soulmate by the time I turned 25 I just pushed it to the back of my mind, I stopped trying to figure out what my tattoo meant and I focused on my work. Plus there were a couple of life-threatening instances that distracted me." You joked. You weren't 100% sure how to handle this situation, your main friend group consisted of a playboy philanthropist and a science nerd that turned into a giant green guy when angry, not really the best people to show you how to be vulnerable.

“I understand that," he said pausing before continuing, "part of my problem was that my tattoo didn’t show up until after I came out of the ice.” he looked down at his hands and you noticed that they were fidgeting, he must be just as nervous as you.

“I didn’t know that,” you murmured, deciding to ask the question that was begging to be asked.

“What is your tattoo, if you don’t mind me asking?”

He shook his head, “Not at all.” he stepped towards you and pulled up his sleeve, and turned out his arm so you could see the flesh just under his armpit. As soon as you saw the tattoo you burst out laughing.

“Of course that’s what my mark is, man I’m such a nerd.” You clutched your stomach as you laughed, tears coming to your eyes from the range of emotions that you are currently going through.

“Can I ask why I have this tattooed on me?” He questioned, clearly curious to the reasoning as to why he had a movie quote on his arm forever. You were finally able to pull yourself together and sober up from the surprise of his tattoo.

“That movie came out the year after I was born and it was my mom’s favorite movie to watch with me, we watched it at least 4 times a year. But we always made sure to watch it on my birthday as a family, it became an integral part of my life, plus it’s just sooo quotable.” you said with a smile, “Do you want to look at my tattoo?” you asked motioning at your arm with your head. He slowly nodded, not able to find the words.

You slowly pulled your sleeve up, showing him the inside of your forearm and the dog tags that graced your skin. He stepped forward gently taking your arm in his hand so that he could study the markings on your skin. Tracing the outline and the words that he could see before smiling.

“What does it mean?” you asked softly looking at him through your lashes.

“It’s um,” he cleared his throat, “it’s my dog tags or at least the lower one is, it says my name, then Captain America and the city I was born in, Brooklyn. The top one however is something that I always seem to say when I’m getting beat up in a fight in order to remind myself that I could do it. And the flower… I think it’s the flower from my birth month? I was born in July so I think it’s a reference to that.” You nodded at his explanation, his fingers still gently tracing over your skin, causing goosebumps to pop up from the feeling.

“So, would you like to watch the movie with me? We can start it over so that you won’t be lost. I know that you struggle with pop culture, old man.” You smirked at him as you spoke, he just rolled his eyes.

“Be careful, this old man could still show you a thing or two.”

You laughed out loud at that, your laugh changed to a squeal when you felt him wrap his arms around your legs and throw you over his shoulder.

“Ahh, let me down!!” you beat at his shoulders trying to get him to release you but he wouldn’t budge, he just continued to carry you until you ended back in the living room and he threw you down onto the couch. He wasn’t even breathing hard after carrying you up 2 flights of stairs, jerk.

Tony was nowhere to been seen as you restarted the movie. You ran and grabbed some more popcorn to share, pouring in some M&Ms before plopping back down next to Steve and pulling on your couch blanket. It didn't take long for you to cuddle into his side and for your eyes to droop.

Steve smiled at you when he realized that you had passed out before you even got to the part he had walked in on earlier. He didn't mind though, he just got comfortable and pulled you in closer before allowing himself to relax and fall asleep.

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a friend, pt.2 ; ten

pt.1

• summary: a friend, pt.2 • pairing: ten x male!reader • word count: 2620 • to do

Lucas brushes his teeth, leaning one hand on your bathroom counter. You sit on your floor beside the door, throwing a bouncy ball, letting it bounce aimlessly and fly back at you.

“I don’t think anything’s going to change,” Lucas speaks around his toothbrush.

“It already has!” You throw the ball harder and bump your head against the wall. “We’re still friends, technically, but,” You sigh and stand. “He’s awkward and doesn’t talk to me as much. Before this, any time anyone mentioned they were going somewhere, he would ask me if I wanted to go too, but he hasn’t done that since I told him.”

Lucas wants to object but can’t speak before you continue.

“He made plans for me to record more of his dances, but suddenly he had someone else to do it and didn’t need me.” You shake your head. Lucas watches you walk, but you ignore the concerned “you’re acting stupid” look he gives you and walk back into your room. “I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

Lucas washes his mouth out and leans against the sink. He breathes in and out for a few seconds, going through a hundred possibilities of what he could say or do to make you feel better, to make the whole situation better.

Since you got in the car after the mall with that distant look, Lucas knew what happened. Guilt has been trickling through him since that day. It gets even worse when you have moments like this. Moments where you wish nothing more than for everything to go back to the way it was. He pushed you to share your feelings. He told you it was worth it.

He thought it was worth it. There was a part of him, and he’s more than sure there was a part of you that thought Ten might have feelings for you.

“And it’s not like I just told him I liked him.” You continue a conversation Lucas didn’t know you were having. You’re waving a French fry around. “I confessed tons of feelings. The way he made me feel and everything I liked about him. Everything.”

Lucas makes eye contact with you, and you snap your jaw down on the fry you’re holding.

“Add even more embarrassment on getting rejected and half-losing a very close friend.” You lift your eyebrows. “How fun.”

He smiles at you and shakes his head. “Let’s go do something, instead of sticking around here talking about this. We can go for a walk, or shopping, arcade, the movies.”

You nod. You’re trying to give it a chance. “Maybe.”

Lucas points at you. “Or, we can go out to a party-”

“Movies.” You nod your head. “That sounds perfect.”

“Hey, a party would be a good way to get distracted by other cute guys.”

“We can go watch a movie that has nothing to do with guys.” You offer. “I’ll start looking.”

After you eat, you choose whatever animated movie looks most exciting and head to the movie theater. Lucas pays for the tickets and the snacks, getting you a large drink and an even larger popcorn. You pick out two boxes of candies, and as you contemplate which one to buy, Lucas places both on the counter, grabbing another one of your favorites. He smiles at you, ignoring your protests, and picks out his candy.

After spending too much money on food right after lunch, you head to the screen room. Lucas lets you pick out a spot you think is perfect. (Even if he disagrees with the choice, you choose the last row, he was always fond of the middle.)

For two hours, your mind is entirely devoid of any thoughts about Ten. The movie ends. You look at each other and begin to laugh. The anthropomorphized characters and their lives have brought both of you close to tears.

You gather the leftover candy and the trash. You and Lucas walk out of the theater, ranting and raving about the movie’s aesthetic and the different theories you have for the characters. You head into the mall next to the movie theater, still talking animatedly about the characters you connected with and the scenes you liked more than anything.

The doors glide open and reveal an almost full food court that you have to traverse, avoiding large groups and the urge to get pretzel bites even when you just had a large bucket of popcorn and 2½ bags of candy.

You pass by a music shop, the records lining the walls catch your eye, and you open your mouth to ask Lucas if he wants to stop. From the corner of your eye, you can see his face fall for a quick second before he recovers and tries to usher you inside as quickly as he can. Your eyebrows furrow down, and you turn your head. Lucas tries to block your view but is too late.

Ten sits with someone around your age. They’re facing sideways, Ten’s guest’s face more obscured than his. You shake your head and turn back to the record shop.

“Want to buy something?” You smile and shrug. “I’ll pay this time.”

“Y/N…” Lucas starts. You roll your eyes and move past him. “Come on.”

You shop around for an hour before you decide to leave. As hard as you were trying to hide how much seeing Ten affected you, Lucas could still see you were hurting, and when you brought up the idea of going home, he relented.

You hugged him when he dropped you off, seeming okay. You weren’t as happy as when you were only worried if the main character of the movie you were watching was going to return home alright, but you weren’t as heartbroken and hurt as before the movie.

Lucas walks into the dorm. He rubs at his face and slumps on the couch. The man of the hour joins him not too long afterward. He’s slightly more bashful than he would typically be. Neither state the obvious.

Ten asks a question after a few minutes. “How has Y/N been?”

“Doing better.” Lucas shrugs. He scrolls on his phone casually, but all of his attention is on Ten. “We went to the movies today. Hung out at the mall after.”

Ten can’t hide how his expression changes at the mention of the mall. Lucas nods to confirm his thinking.

“I didn’t-” Ten starts. He stutters a few sounds, never forming full words. “I’m not-”

Lucas shrugs and plays it off better than Ten did. “He was alright. A little conflicted about his feelings, obviously, but he’s doing pretty good.”

Ten truly means what he says next. “That’s, that’s good. I haven’t seen or talked to him in a while, figured it was for the best, but I’m glad he’s well.”

Lucas doesn’t reply, thinking over the past few conversations he and you have had.

Ten sighs. “Seriously, Lucas, I still care about him, just not in that way.”

Lucas stands up. “I get it, but I’m not the one who doubts it.”

Winwin and Ten walk through the hallway, discussing their new specialty dance. They open the door to a completely dark house, except for the living room TV. Winwin and Ten can’t tell what’s going on, but the tense air emitting from the room clues them in. They walk closer, and Winwin looks over each of them before retreating into his room to take a shower.

Ten, however, examines everyone before his eyes fall on you. You sit between Xiaojun’s legs on his reclined chair. Your hand covers your lower face, your eyes concentrating on the screen. Two characters face-off, and you make a hissing noise. A jarring noise comes from the TV, and your hand slaps down on Xiaojun’s. You begin to use his arm as a shield and suppress a groan. You wait for a few seconds before poking your eyes out just above his arm.

Xiaojun holds your hand and wraps his other arm around your stomach, pulling you against his chest tighter. You whine, eyes squinting. The monster emerges from the darkness. You gasp and turn your head, covering your face with everything at your disposal.

“Tell me when it goes away.”

Xiaojun pats your head in comfort but giggles nonetheless. “You can’t hide from every scary part.”

“Watch me.” You mumble.

Ten stops his staring and slips his shoes off. Questions swirl in his mind, and he tries to stomach the possibilities. It’s not his place. At least you’re coming over again.

He walks past you. You’re the only one who doesn’t notice, still buried in Xiaojun’s chest.

He takes a long shower, not emerging until the movie is over. When he does come out to get some food, you’re no longer on Xiaojun’s lap, but you’re still pretty close to him. You sit smushed together on the same seat, your feet knocking into his on the recliner. He’s explaining something with large movements and dramatic facial expressions, and you’re hooked on his every word. His words enrapture you, eyes following his actions.

Ten walks in front of you towards the kitchen. Your eyes flit up and down when you notice him, going back to Xiaojun’s story as quickly as you were distracted.

Ten chews on his cheek and goes about making his food. He’s beginning to ignore the soft gasps you elicit from whatever Xiaojun says before a laugh bubbles out of you. It goes from a quiet giggle to a barking laugh, uncontrollable. Ten looks around the corner for a second, and you’re doubled over. You grip your stomach. Xiaojun’s looking at you fondly, and Ten turns away.

Ten moves back to his food, ignoring the pit forming in his stomach.

Was your relationship with Xiaojun always so close? What’s so funny? Why does this make him feel so frustrated? He’s happy you’re coming back. He’s happy you’re happy. Everyone is happy.

“Alright,” The waiter nods his head at Lucas and turns to you. “And what will you have tonight?”

The waiter speaks slow towards you, raising an eyebrow with a half-smirk.

You stutter and order your food quickly. Your eyes widen, and you shoot a look at Lucas, shaking your head. You scroll through your phone, trying to ignore the lauding and looks you get from the others. You scratch your neck and look around the restaurant.

Ten grips his cup, taking a long, slow drink. He resists the urge to roll his eyes at such a public accost, literally biting his tongue.

You finish your food with some more flirting from the waiter. He pushes his number towards you as he picks up the last of your plates. You stuff it in your pocket before Lucas can reach for it, hoping no one besides Lucas sees it. Based on the immediate raised-brow eye contact Kun makes with you, that’s false hope.

You leave the restaurant behind everyone else, crumpling and straightening out the paper in your pocket.

Winwin falls back, stepping in line with you. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel the question he wants to ask.

“I don’t know if I will call him.”

“He’s cute.” Winwin states. “Flirty. You seem to like that.”

You roll your eyes at him and kick at a pebble. You walk along for a few minutes, the boys ahead of you in their own conversation.

“I’m still…” You pick at your finger-nails. “I don’t feel as bad.”

Winwin nods. “I can tell.”

You pull the paper out. “Still not ready for this.”

“It’s understandable. You liked you-know-who for a while, I’ve had crushes before, and sometimes you need to give it time.” Winwin pats your shoulder, looking at you in earnest. “We understand, but we’re still your friends, and we will make fun of you drastically for being flirted in the middle of a restaurant! I mean, can you believe that?

You shove his shoulder and shake your head.

“You’re a looker,” Winwin hums. “It’s not a surprise.”

The sudden redness of your face makes him start to laugh

Ten walks beside Hendery and Yangyang. He only half-listens to their conversation, too busy eavesdropping on you and Winwin.

You and Winwin try to speak quietly, but he can still hear your hesitance in following through on the waiter’s solicitation. He knows you’re talking about him. Something in his stomach churns. He’s the reason you might turn down that advance. He hasn’t decided if it’s a good or a bad thing.

He’s the one who turned you down. He saw the way you looked at him, how fast your face fell before you recovered, how your voice cracked when you said you were just friends. He’s the one who did that, so why is how close you’ve been with Xiaojun a problem? Why does the way you laugh and smile with Winwin elicit a strange mixture of jealously and happiness? Why, when he went on a date with someone he previously liked and was excited to be with, his mind was full of your smile and the way you always knew what he wanted to say? And when he found out you were at the mall with Lucas, his mind went blank, and he wanted nothing more than to cut off all contact with the person he was with and tell you it meant nothing?

Did you even care? If he told you what his mind was doing to him, would you believe him? Would it matter? Is he only being protective of you as a friend? Does he even deserve a chance with you after completely disregarding what you said before? He didn’t even give your confession a chance back then. Now when you’re finally moving on, and you have the same smile you used to, is he going to strip that away again?

Ten’s walk slows, and Hendery and Yangyang move ahead of him. He doesn’t realize he’s falling behind. He doesn’t know he’s not paying attention.

That is until he’s yanked back by a hand pulling at his jacket hood. He’s knocked back into reality before a telephone pole knocks him out. His eyes focus on the metal he almost ran into, hardly three inches from it.

He looks to his side, seeing your hand still holding on to his jacket. You seem concerned, one eyebrow raised. Your mouth is moving, but it takes him until your question is asked before his mind registers it.

“Wha-”

“Are you okay? Did you hit your head?”

“No.” Ten answers. “No. I was just distracted. Thank you.

“No problem.” You straighten out his jacket and nod your head. “Be careful.”

You start walking with Winwin once more, restarting your previous conversation. Ten shakes his head free of his thoughts. Lucas makes eye contact with him. Ten smiles and plays it off, jogging up to join Kun.

“Do you think, if Ten liked you now, you would think about dating him?” Lucas asks.

You look at him with a confused expression, wondering what angle he’s playing. “I don’t want to think about that. It’s not worth it.”

Lucas shrugs. You pull a shirt from the rack to examine it. Lucas shakes his head at the choice, and you put it back.

“It was just a question.”

“I don’t know.” You flick through the different clothes, eyes glossy. “I still have feelings for him, but it’s difficult for me to think he would develop feelings for me. I think I would always question the intention. I don’t know.”

You move to the next rack. It’s an obvious sign.

Lucas picks up the shirt you picked earlier. “I guess the shirt isn’t that bad.”

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whereisten · 5 years

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Creature Feature - Part 1

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 Preview / Taeil blurb

Summary: You work at your family’s 9-5 nighttime movie theater for the supernatural. Your fling with vampire!Taeyong is just that: a fling.

Pairing: Vampire!Taeyong x female reader

Word Count: 2.1k words

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Smut

[9:20 pm]

It was early into the night before your shift at Sinema, the most popular spot in the town of Mystic. The smell of freshly made popcorn dominated your senses. Your favorite BeeGees song played in the overhead of the theater. “Too Much Heaven”. Your parents loved playing music from the 60s and 70s in particular. You grew to love it.

The moviegoers were in a frenzy to get to an early showing of the new Nicholas Sparks movie. Ghosts manifested and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Their admission was free much to your parents’ chagrin but some of your closest friends were ghosts, like Taeil. It would hurt a lot when you had to say goodbye to him but at least he was having a good time tormenting his horrible ex. Fairies zoomed all over the cinema, leaving dust in their wake. When you were a little girl, you liked to collect fairy dust into little bottles and make a wish on them. It worked once when you’d wished school would be cancelled for no reason on a Friday when you were in the sixth grade. This week the fairy dust was pink, your favorite color. The fairies were excited for Valentine’s Day coming up. A werewolf and vampire couple, not as taboo as it once was, were making out at the arcade. The werewolf plopped his vampire girlfriend onto a motorcycle simulator seat and nearly spilled his ICEE all over the Mario Kart consoles. A merman father was pulling his infant son in a transportable pool for him to play in wherever they went. When merfolk were old enough, they could be on land without water contact for a week, at least.

Sinema was a family company. Your parents were the owners but were away on their twentieth or so (you lost count at this point) honeymoon. You’ve known about the supernatural since the moment you were born when an angel kissed your forehead and marked you as an ally to the creatures. None of your human contacts or your dad’s side of the family knew about the lives you led at the movie theater. They all just knew you worked night office jobs. For them, that in itself was inconceivable.

You typed away at some emails at your office desk located on the second floor of the theater. Your door was opened a crack but you hoped no one would disturb you for at least five minutes. It could get chaotic. There was always minor disputes to settle between the different species. Last week, a vampire nearly killed her human escort during an anniversary showing of Interview with a Vampire. It turned out that she had escaped from a rehabilitation clinic where she was supposed to control her bloodlust. It didn’t seem to pan out.

You felt a breeze behind your neck. It clearly didn’t come from the window since it was shut. So you sighed and shut your laptop down. “Hi, Taeyong,” you said with a sweet whisper.

You felt his elegant hands from behind you as he slowly and torturously rubbed your shoulders. His mere touch sent you into a near frenzy. “You’re a little tense. Rough week?” His voice was a dulcet tone when you shared moments like this.

You leaned your head back into him, inhaling his body soap and his naturally enticing scent. You sighed in contentment. “Rough year.”

Taeyong hugged you from behind and nuzzled your neck. You wanted to get up from your seat but Taeyong’s grip on your shoulders was rock solid.

“A back massage is in order,” he brought his lips to your ear. His warm breath tickled.

“You have to make it quick, then. I’m probably gonna get called in for-“

Your phone rang. It was your assistant manager, Haseul. She recently started at the theater and wanted to continuously touch base with you. You groaned.

You wanted to ignore it. At least for ten minutes. Technically, you still had some time before you had to be out there. You grabbed your phone and just stared at it. Taeyong growled quietly.

“Settle,” you commanded.

He huffed, still rubbing your shoulders. “Don’t answer it.”

“You think I want to?”

“No, but I know you’re going to.” He sulked. You imagined his lips were pouty.

An idea came to you. “If I ignore my phone, can you...?”

He knew where this was going. When your voice faded, he could feel your temperature rise.

Taeyong’s hands stalled then. You got yourself up and faced him. He was in black dress pants and a black button down with the first few buttons undone. You could see his Cancer sign tattoo through the opening. You ran your fingers down his shirt. “Thank you,” you said as your hooded eyes locked on his.

Taeyong did his best to restrain himself when it came to you: a nearly human girl who he should never have set his sights on.

But he knew he was doomed when you looked him right in the eyes the first time you met.

And there were moments that you two just gave into temptation. Gave into each other. Not considering the consequences in the long run.

You pulled him back by his shirt so you could kick the door shut and lock it. You pulled him down to you and kissed him. You could feel his fangs pierce against your tongue. His tongue met with yours. He picked you up to sit you down on your desk. He pinned you down so your back was against the mahogany and your desk planner. You pushed everything off your desk so nothing would get in the way.

Taeyong got on top of the desk and kissed your neck, his fangs lightly scraping your neck. Not enough to pierce through your soft skin but enough to send you reeling.

A vampire’s bite was unlike any other sensation. You’ve heard patrons describe it as euphoric, orgasmic, and transforming. Unless things got too far, the experience was something you should have before you died.

You’ve seen vampires suck the blood of their partners over the years. You always wondered what it would feel like. Would you lose control and continue to crave it? Or would you enjoy it, make peace with it, and carry on like nothing?

You’ve wanted Taeyong to bite you since the first moment you saw him. Last month, he came to Sinema for the first time. He brought a human girl as his date. He was well-dressed and almost like royalty. His back straight and his head poised in authority. He was stunning and upon seeing him buying tickets you’d hoped to see him again. Vampires were always beautiful but to you, Taeyong was the most beautiful of them all.

That night of his date, you relieved someone from cleaning the theater that just played the new 47 Meters Down movie. You were surprised to see that in the middle of the credits, Taeyong was going down on the girl.

The girl moaned loudly and repeatedly sang his name with praises. Her panties and skirt were on the floor. Her white blouse was unbuttoned and stained red. Her neck was angled in a position that made you realize that he was drinking her blood.

Part of you was mortified to get caught but the other part was so intrigued you didn’t care if you did.

You didn’t know it but Taeyong felt your presence the moment you walked in. You smelled like cherry blossoms. You smelled...oh-so sweet. The scent of your blood pumping through your veins caught his attention even more.

He froze then and the girl laid back on the seat in exhaustion. She looked so relaxed and joyful. She was basking in a glow you’d craved. That was when Taeyong turned to you.

The faint light from the movie screen graced his sharp cheekbones. He licked his bloody lips. He tilted his head in curiosity at you. A trace of innocence laid in his big brown eyes. Then, he smirked.

You never imagined you’d pine for someone supernatural. You’d tested the waters before. Against your parents’ wishes and in instances that they would never find out about if you had anything to say about it.

Taeyong came to the theater several times after that, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Learn your name. Hear your voice. Get you alone. For someone who was almost human, you sure disappeared and reappeared quickly. You were pulled in different directions all the time as a manager. Your speed would make any vampire respect you.

Back in your office, you refused to wait any longer to feel him on your bare skin so you pulled off your sleeveless blouse. He swiftly undid your bra and tossed it to the floor.

His eyes softened. “A dream,” Taeyong marveled as he drank you in. He always did. He knew how to make you feel like the most enchanting creature in the world. He made you believe it. Your skin glowed and it sent him over the moon that he had that effect on you.

He had you there for a moment. His brief but sweet words tugged at your heartstrings.

But that feeling dissipated quickly as his demeanor shifted. Your breasts were perked up from the immediate exposure and he squeezed your nipples hard. You yelped. Taeyong ran his fingers down to your hips and moved inward to your crotch. He unbuttoned your slacks and yanked them down. He brought his teeth to your panties and pulled them down. Your breathing stalled, then. He slid his tongue into your folds, not wasting any time. Moaning, you pulled at his electric blue hair. He brought his eyes up to you, then. There was warmth and sin and promises untold.

You squealed as his tongue worked faster. You threw your arms over your head. “Tae...yong...I swear-“

He stopped instantly. “Do you want me to stop?” He licked your slick off his lips with so much gusto. His eyes were doe-like, then. He loved to tease you for you frustrated him every day to no end.

You wished he wasn’t a vampire then so he could feel the sting of your slap. But it was pointless.

The only way you could hurt him is if you broke his heart.

And it didn’t seem like you two would ever get to that point. You had a deal: you had these little moments together but in the end, you both went your separate ways.

“What’s wrong?” He interrupted your thoughts. He could feel your heartbeat slow down.

It boggled your mind when he could feel what you felt. Maybe it was a vampiric thing.

You sighed as you got yourself up off the desk. “Why did you stop?” You cupped his face into your hands.

“Something’s bothering you.” He knew it as he put his hands against yours. He could see your mind had been elsewhere when he was doing some of his finest work on you.

You sighed, not wanting to get into it today. “I’m just wondering...when you’re going to bite me. Take my blood. Relish in it. So I could finally feel what you’ve made others feel.” Your voice started getting lower as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. It wasn’t a lie, technically.

Taeyong felt flustered. If he could blush, he would but being undead made that imposible. He wanted to drink from you from the moment he felt your presence in that movie theater. You were so pure and intoxicating. He questioned how he had so much self-control until now.

Since you two began this arrangement, he’d come close to carrying out the deed. But one look into your bright eyes that glimmered with hope and fantasy and good...he just couldn’t.

He treasured you so much. It terrified him. A girl hadn’t made him feel like this in over twenty years. A girl whose face he couldn’t remember for the afterlife of him. He knew he’d forgotten about her because the pain had been too much for him. Now he counted his lucky stars that he couldn’t remember her.

Taeyong became a vampire in 1986. He’d experienced change upon change in that one particular year. He left his home. His family. His friends. He found a way to wipe himself from their memories so they wouldn’t hurt anymore. It was easier this way. It hurt enough for him to know that he would outlive every person he ever loved. He became a member of a powerful clan of vampires. He had a new family now. But he still carried the loneliness that he wished could fade away.

And now that you were in the picture...you two were entering dangerous waters.

Taeyong would have to leave you before things got any deeper. But he wondered how much deeper he could go. He wasn’t planning to let you go anytime soon. That he knew for sure.

“We talked about this,” he said as he laid you down again and kissed your neck. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Taeyong, a vampire who took you to the moon every chance he got when he fucked you, didn’t want to suck your blood? “Really? And you haven’t changed your mind?”

“Nope,” he said, “You’ve never had your first bite and...everyone reacts differently to it. I don’t want you to risk it.”

You ran your hands against his cock that protruded against the fabric of his pants. “What if I‘m willing?”

Groaning at your touch, he managed a chuckle. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

He moved down to your clit but before he could enter again, you got up.

“I have to get to work,” you said. You moved past Taeyong. You bent down, baring your ass and knowing it would send him over the edge, just to get your panties and your slacks.

Taeyong was stunned that you rebuffed him. “y/n, are you mad?”

“Mad? Me? No way.” You rolled your eyes as you snatched your bra that was stuck under Taeyong’s knees.

“You don’t get it, y/n. I like you. And I don’t want to treat you like my escorts.”

You didn’t want to hear about his escorts. Now that you’ve been seeing Taeyong more...you hated to admit it but you found yourself getting jealous. You and Taeyong weren’t exclusive. You were free to see whoever whenever. But you didn’t want to.

And that was your problem and you knew it.

You snapped. “That’s rich. I’m an escort minus the bonus you give at the end of your dates with other girls.” You put your top back on. You ran your hands through your hair to make sure a hair wasn’t out of place.

“You don’t get it, y/n.” He was getting frustrated with you because he knew you weren’t going to let this go.

“What is it, Taeyong? Are you afraid that I’m going to fall head over heels in love with you if you make me feel that good?” You demanded.

“y/n...”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I know what this is between us. I’m not delusional. Please, Taeyong, I want you to do it. I can handle it. I’ve wanted this for a long time. And I want it to be with you.” You pleaded as you pressed yourself against him, knowing your touch did things to him. You were so tempting that he was about to cave.

But something inside him told him no. You were not an escort. You were not just his fuck buddy. You were...Well, he didn’t know what to call it. He was scared to think even deeper about it.

“No, y/n!” He yelled harshly. He had to shut you down quick because you got too close to convincing him.

He stunned you, then. Well, you had it coming because you wouldn’t drop it. You couldn’t talk to him anymore. He wouldn’t budge and you didn’t understand why. He shouldn’t underestimate you. Did he think you would submit to him and follow him to the ends of the earth if he tasted you? His other escorts left him well enough alone unless he summoned them again. So what was the problem? What was he afraid of? You ran out the door, leaving Taeyong crestfallen.

The truth was, he didn’t know what he would do if he got a taste of you.

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nagichi-boop · 4 years

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Haikyuu BF Headcanons - Movie Date!!

Please leave me some requests, I'm thirsty for headcanon ideas-

Anyways, here's a few of my own headcanons for some of my favourite boys. 😔

This post contains headcanons for the following characters: Yamaguchi, Nishinoya, Kuroo and Sugawara.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

• Yamaguchi has been waiting for an opportunity to show you have brave and manly he can be, and finally his chance is here.

• He invites you to the cinema to watch the newest horror film, hoping he can prove himself to you.

• When he texted Tsukki his idea beforehand, he was told that it was a bad idea and it would probably backfire, but Yamaguchi was determined to impress you!

• The two of you meet just before the movie. Yamaguchi insists on buying you a drink and some food.

• You are too afraid to tell him you brought snacks with you because he's so determined and you don't want to ruin his mood. Plus, he's very cute when he's like this!

• Yamaguchi offers his hand to you at the start of the movie in case you get scared. You accept his offer and hold hands with him, your fingers interlocking.

• You hand gets squeezed multiple times during the film. You quietly glance at Yamaguchi who is very clearly tensed up and trying not to scream.

• You hand is literally red after the film, but you make excuses and say it's because your hand got warm from holding his hand for so long. (You didn't want to crush his spirits.)

• He asks to be excused and goes to the bathroom to try and de-stress.

• The two of you walk to your house. Yamaguchi gives you his jacket and holds your hand (but doesn't squeeze it this time).

• You talk about the film but notice Yamaguchi is trying very hard to forget the scary parts and play it off like he wasn't effected, so you turn the topic of conversation away from the scary parts.

• Before you two go your separate ways, you reward Yamaguchi's bravery by kissing him and thanking him for the fun date.

• He blushes a little and puts his arm behind is head, saying, "No problem, I had a lot of fun!"

• You walk towards your door, but then turn your head around to glance at Yamaguchi. He is blushing furiously and acting giddy. You take a sneaky picture because bOY, IS HE PURE!!

• He dials a number before beginning to walk away from the house. You sneak around to see him. He is on the phone to Tsukki and borderline yelling to him out of excitement about how the date went.

• You chuckle, and then decide to go into your house. You hope to go on a date again soon.

Nishinoya Yuu

• He's been raving to you about a new action movie that's coming out because he is desperate for someone to watch it with him.

• You spend the afternoon at his house playing video games and eating pizza before the film. The both of you are super pumped by the time you get to the cinema.

• At all of the fight scenes, you look at Noya who constantly gestures (e.g. clenched his fists, punches the air, etc) with a huge smile on his face. Seeing him this excited makes you smile.

• He is so ecstatic after the film. He's jumping around and giddily talking to you about the film. You quickly join in on the enthusiastic yelling.

• The staff stare at you as this happens and eventually you pick up on the hints, so you suggest to Nishinoya that the two of you find somewhere else to talk.

• You go back to his house and talk about the film while doing some late night snacking.

• You suddenly realise it's super late. Nishinoya suggests you sleep over, so you text your parents to see if this is okay and they agree. (Nishinoya may not be the most mature or responsible person, but they don't expect him to do anything that they wouldn't approve of since he's a pure bean.)

• He gives you a pair of his pajamas to wear. (If you're taller than him, he gives you a t-shirt that Asahi left at his house during a sleepover they had years ago.)

• He gets out some sleeping bags and pillows. You are given the couch to sleep on and he sleeps on the floor. You both fall asleep instantly.

• You spend the next morning relaxing with one another before you go home in the afternoon.

• You bear hug each other and give each other a high five before you go home. You look forward to hanging out again soon!

Kuroo Tetsurou

• The two of you have been going out for a few weeks and he finally asks you on an official date to the movies. You gladly accept.

• He asks if it's okay to invite Kenma because he has invited you to a film he wanted to watch with Kenma (and he wants to get Kenma out of the house). You are more than happy for Kenma to come since the two of you are friends.

• Somehow Bokuto finds out and he invites himself and Akaashi along (without realising it was meant to be a date).

• Kuroo profusely apologises for this, but you just giggle and tell him it's okay - the more the merrier!

• The movie you watch is a video game film. Kuroo is hoping it will be a "so bad it's good" type of movie. (Kenma expects that he will be disappointed by the film. Bokuto genuinely enjoys these films because he loves the childish/cringey jokes. Akaashi is more or less just acting as Bokuto's guardian and he couldn't care less about the film.)

• You sit in the following order from left to right; Akaashi, Bokuto, you, Kuroo, Kenma.

• You and Akaashi snuck snacks in and Kuroo pulled out drinks from his bag that he had snuck in. You distribute these between everyone before the film begins.

• Bokuto spends most of the film laughing and saying things like, "Did you see that, Akaashi?!"

• Kuroo looks at you apologetically (but also somewhat amused) and Kenma looks like he is suffering. Akaashi looks like his mind is somewhere else.

• After the date, you go off with Kuroo and Kenma. (Akaashi practically has to drag Bokuto away on your behalf because he quickly read the situation and doesn't want Bokuto to ruin it.)

• The three of you get a burger together and discuss the movie. Kuroo talks about all the cringey jokes whereas Kenma points out the plot holes and clichés.

• When you're asked about your opinion, you say that you thought the movie was okay. You then smile sweetly at Kuroo and say, "I just enjoyed being able to spend time with you."

• Kuroo gets a bit flustered. Kenma looks up at him, then continues to eat his food.

• They both walk you home and you wave each other goodbye. You're both walking away dissatisfied, until...

• You both turn around at the same time. Caught off guard, you stop for a second, before the adrenaline kicks in and you run towards him.

• You jump into his arms, then kiss each other and say goodnight before running off again.

• Kuroo just smiles. He goes home satisfied.

Sugawara Koushi

• The two of you aren't dating yet, but he had a plan to ask you out. You assume his invite to the cinema is because you're friends, so you go along, quietly hoping for it to be more than that.

• There's a new romance movie that is said to be really good. You're excited to go, especially because you low-key have feelings for Suga and are hoping the movie choice is a hint.

• He meets you hours before the movie and the two of you spend some time together. You go to the café, the arcade, etc.

• When you're in the arcade, he suddenly gets very nervous and takes you somewhere else. (You find out afterwards that the first years were all there and he didn't want Hinata and Kageyama to cause a scene upon seeing you together.)

• He buys you drinks and snacks at the cinema because you are both rule followers and sneaking snacks in is like breaking the law to the two of you.

• He gives you nervous glances every now and then during the film, especially during the more romantic scenes.

• He low-key stares at you at the heavily romantic scenes. He thinks you look really cute - your eyes are sparkling, your lips are slightly parted, your cheeks are slightly rosy-

• He looks away and covers the lower half of his face with his arm because he can feel himself blushing.

• The two of you talk about the film afterwards as you walk out of the theater.

• He lends you his jacket and walks you home.

• He hesitates and says goodnight. You respond the same thing back, then turn around and walk towards your door. You were hoping something would happen, so you're a bit disappointed.

• You suddenly feel someone grabbing your wrist. You turn around suddenly to see Sugawara looking at you with furrowed brows, blushing at you.

• He pauses for a moment and avoids eye contact with you. His eyes then meet your's again.

• "Y/n, I like you. Would you like to go out with me?"

• You are a bit shocked, so you take a moment to respond. You give him a hearty "Yes". The two of you have the biggest smiles on your face.

• You hug each other and then go your separate ways. You are super happy to finally be dating Sugawara!

This ended up being a lot longer than I planned, whoops. Hope you like it anyways! 💞

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gqzcbo2 · 4 years

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no. 26? :)

somebody asked this time! here’s number twenty-six on the kiss prompt list. (Jealous Kiss)

rewrite coming soon ? (it’s three am)

just the two of us !

a richie tozier x reader

hanging out with one loser at a time wasn't common, but it wasn't absurd. well, maybe after the events that took place last summer, it might be a bit crazy, but roll with me here.

"you probably weren't listening!" i exclaimed, laughing lightly. though, richie wasn't laughing at all. not even a smile.

"why wouldn't i be listening, y/n?" he asked, brows furrowed.

"i mean, stan was the one who asked if anyone wanted to come, and you never listen to him so.." i joked.

i had bumped into richie on the way into the theater, since he was playing in the arcade connected to it. stan and i were going to watch a movie, just the two of us.

it wasn't a date or anything, and we had asked everyone if they wanted to come- but everyone was busy tonight. i don't know why richie was so.. mad.

"why do you wanna be alone with him anyway?"

"what? we're watching a movie on a friday night," i said, "what's so bad about it?"

"where is he? the fucker ditch you?"

"richie.." i put a hand on his shoulder, "what's wrong with you?"

he stared at me, red in the face, "so, is it like a date or something?"

he said it in a lighter tone, as if he was trying to make it seem like he was joking. the way we all teased each other when hanging out with the opposite sex. sometimes the same sex.

"no," i answered, "we're just friends.."

"but, you're all dressed up," he explained. i looked down at my dress, and my hand drifted to hair- which was done, though that was also normal.

"i wear this all the time.. i wore it when we went to the park the other day," i said.

"you're wearing makeup too."

i blushed and smiled, flattered, "no, i'm not."

he looked away, and quietly murmured: "oh, you're just.. that pretty."

"what?"

he suddenly grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the arcade- and straight into the alley beside it. i tried to pull away, confused, but he had a firm grip on me.

i saw stan, walking towards the theater, checking his watch. this sight only made richie more worked up, as he pressed me against the wall of the alley.

"richie! what the fuck!" i exclaimed.

his grip loosened, and he bit his lip, "i.. i just don't want anyone to steal you."

"what are you talking about?"

his answer didn't come in words, next thing i knew he had filled the space between us: pressing his lips against mine.

i kissed back, the heat of his embarrassment creating a comforting warmth as his soft lips gently explored mine. but he quickly pulled away.

i stared at him surprised, and he stared back- shocked that he had even done it. he began to apologize, speaking at lightning speed. i smiled and stopped him.

"shut up," i muttered, "i like you too."

i pulled him in again, his eyes widening as i did. and we kissed, for longer this time. and for those seconds, i melted into him. like we were the only two people in the world- i forgot about stanley in the theater, and ignored the passing cars. it was me and him. just us.

just like he wanted.

probably gonna rewrite this tomorrow, because i worked on this on and off since one am (writing, editing, posting) and it’s almost three am.

also, i did richie because the requester didn’t specify who. (richie is the most fun for me, and also there could’ve been confusion due to the reblog)

my wattpad is “roscpctqls” !

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toysoldiers-rwby · 4 years

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[SYT] 6. the lofty lion

Show Your Teeth

Characters: Fiona, Winter, May, Robyn, Joanna Rating: Explicit (tagged as thoorist) Tags: loss of virginity, body worship, cock worship, edging, trans female character, confessions Word Count: 8,705

Summary: According to the movies, May was due for an epic love confession. She never could find a movie to relate too.

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A/N: starting moving to my new apt. Don’t know when i’ll have time to post this so here it is! will fix errors when i have time lol

May told herself she was going to tell Winter today. After the usual ‘Accelerated Program’ debriefing, the group will go on another not-date stroll around Mantle and goof around until Glade told them where they trapped the Grimm.

Everything went as planned. Fiona dragged them around her neighborhood. They found an empty park and jumped on the swings. May got to see and smile at Winter’s soft embarrassed blush as her adult teammates tried to do a full 360. She got Winter laughing softly when the pair of stopped at the apex and fell onto the bars. She got to hold Winter’s hand as security chased them out of the playground.

Winter didn’t let go of her hand, as she fixed her hair and tried to hide the smile behind a fist. May couldn’t even breath at the sight. It’s been years since the women looked so relaxed and happy. Joanna only smiled at the pair, lifting Fiona onto her back and linking arms with Robyn as they went about to cause more mayhem. May should have told Winter then.

They checked in on Glade who was slowly recovering and sleeping on the clinic’s couch. None of them had the courage to slip off those glasses and peek at their face. Fiona did produced a marker from her semblance. When she went to draw on their face a sudden headbutt had Fiona on the ground. Robyn and May screaming, practically climbing into their partner’s arms. Winter openly laughed.

May could have confessed through a kiss. Wanted to right then and there. Instead May blushed, heart cowering and thundering in her chest as she tried to worm her way out of Winter’s grasp. The women sneered and adjusted her grip, holding May tight until she finished laughing. It was soft and gentle and confused Glade enough for Faunus wears to poke out from the sides of their head and swivel around. It was like May’s head and heart, confused and dizzy and May thought she could feel Winter’s chest beat in time with hers.

Winter did admit she loved her back after all.

Nothing would go wrong if May told her.

Somehow Fiona managed to drag Glade to the movies with them. It involved flustering them with too much physical affection and playful headbutting until they were a little overwhelmed. The Thief was lil’ Fi’s prisoner for the night, trapped between Fiona and Robyn to make sure they didn’t slip away.

May would confess her feelings before they went into the theater. The not-date night out would turn into a date night out and May would finally fucking kiss her.

Instead May’s heart was in her throat. A nearly choking pressure as Winter stood comfortably at May’s side, talking with Glade about Dust while Robyn tried to wrestle Fiona into not stealing from the arcade machines. May would tell Winter after the fifth pointed look Joanna would give but Winter didn’t talk much.

The Schnee commanded, gave advice and lessons. Her tone was always above others, either as a leader in the public eye, a parental figure to her siblings and even a challenger to May and their friends. But with Glade, Winter’s voice was non of the above. It was cautious and curious as they talked about Dust. It was a voice May rarely hears so she didn’t chicken out of confessing, she enjoyed the moment and listened. Until Glade and Winter both gently prodded May into joining the conversation.

Gentle prods turned into teasing May tried to match their bite. Far too soon Joanna dragged Glade away. Winter pressed into May’s side, shoulder to shoulder and whispering taunts Fiona and Glade could hear. May played along, waiting till her nerves and irrational fear calmed down.

She’ll tell Winter after the movie…

Or after they made sure Glade was on Robyn’s couch to rest instead of Grimm wrangling. Their ears flicked nervously and they loosely hugged the Spring the toy lion. “Did… did you guys just kidnapped me?” They mumbled

“Is it possible to kidnap a stray?” Winter teased slipping into Robyn’s room to change. May followed before her nervous could stop her. She gently closed the door and… Stood there. Fiona was loud, excited and teasing her fellow Faunus but Winter’s calm breathing was easier to hear. Easier to focus on as Winter slipped the tie and shirt.

In the movies Fiona likes, this would be the scene where the hero finally confess.

Instead May’s mind stopped, eyes lingering on the bra that slipped to the floor and then mesmerizing the planes of Winter’s back, the flexing shoulders and arms as she slipped on a looser bralette for the night. Up to her neck and lips as Winter turned and smiled at May.

“You are such a bottom.”

“I… f-fuck off,” May stammered eyes wide. She tried to be polite and keep her eyes on Winter’s face but it was getting harder as she walked towards her. Harder when those hands slipped the belt loose and hips wiggled her pants down.

She knows. It’s so fucking obvious but every confession May tried to force out just choked in her throat. Frustration started to prick at her eyes. May tried blinking away the tears and saw a Winter’s hurt expression for a moment. The Schnee almost stepped away but May grabbed her.

She had no plan, she just wanted Winter close. Wanted the smile back. Winter braced herself against the door, hugging May tight to her body. If this was a movie they would kiss. May wanted too and now that she knew Winter liked her back it was so obvious that Winter wanted to kiss her too.

Instead Winter took a deep breath, gently pushing May against the door. May blinked away the frustrated tears but more swelled up as Winter’s hand slide from her back to her ribs, over her chest and slowly up May’s neck. Her thumb brushed May’s lips. The Marigold would have whimpered if her breath wasn’t stuttering.

“You always sucked with words,” Winter mused lightly. May frowned, grumbling and looking away. Winter laughed softly resting their foreheads together. Still she didn’t kiss close the few inches, those blue eyes didn’t move from May’s lips. “I think you’ll taste better if I have you wait a little longer.”

“S-seriously!?” May weakly growled.

“You want it so bad? Take it,” Winter said, lifting her fingers off May’s lips and cheek to grab at May’s tie. She even encouraged her partner with a light tug but May was frozen. Shaking. She felt too hot against Winter’s cool skin. Winter waited for a minute, getting comfortable and enjoying how May’s beating heart made her tremble. “Good girl.”

“Cheating,” May said with a gasp. With two words all the heat fluttering in her chest shot low. May tensed, the romantic frustration slowly draining as as she fought the lower fire in her gut.

“Sorry,” Winter said with a mocking smile. A hand was on May’s check again, first pressed against her lips then swiping the tears that slipped past. “I… I don’t know if I liked you as long as you liked me but I want to do this right.”

“Because making me cry from frustration is a good start,” May grumbled.

Winter blinked, surprised. She then tucked her head into May’s neck and laughed softly. May leaned her head, opening up and letting the Schnee cuddling into her. May’s arms finally felt light enough to move but felt heavy as she wrapped it around Winter’s neck. Her partner gave a content sigh, soft laughter turning into a gentle chuckle.

“Just for that you don’t get a kiss until, after our first date.” Winter said.

“How does tonight- fucking today not count as a date?!”

“Because I didn’t ask you out yet,” Winter teased. May was about to yell, face now burning more frustration but calmed the instant Winter’s lips pressed against her pinched brow. “Give me a little more time, I want you for myself for a day and because of… some people it’s a little hard.”

“It doesn’t need to be fucking perfect!” Fiona screamed through the door. May screamed a little, jumping in Winter’s arms. She blinked, surprise fading to angry realization.

“Where you assholes listening!?” May yelled through the door.

There was a pause and feet scrambling, shadows moving under the door. “No!”

May wiggled free from Winter’s hold, ignoring Winter’s pout and grumpy face as May threw the door open. She had too much energy and if Winter wasn’t gonna burn it off with a lot of kisses then revenge will have to do. Fiona only stuck her tongue out from behind Joanna and Glade.

“Wait till I get my hands on you, you little shit!”

By the time Winter finished changing Fiona had pinned May to the ground. May didn’t miss the grins Joanna and Robyn was giving her partner. Instead she tagged Glade in to the wrestling match and was surprised when the Thief and Fiona was nearly tied on the ground. For a moment Glade was winning until they favored their side and Fiona scrambled to get off them.

The following morning they were late to their debriefing and got their ears chewed off but May barely stop herself from grinning. She felt lighter, the pressure of actually stating the obvious off her chest. It still took a few days for her nerves to calm down but even a week after it was obvious she was on cloud nine.

During the ‘Accelerated’ student’s combative training Marrow paused during their spar. He frowned, tail twitching. “Did your uncle die or something? You’ve been… in a scary good mood lately.” Across the training room, May heard Fiona snickered. She glared at her teammate, but the Faunus was busy dogging Harriet and swinging a sledgehammer into the senior’s gut.

“Just… good news,” May said with a shrug. She tapped her staff on her shoulder before activating her semblance. She watched Marrow jump and look around, trying to guess where she’d appear next. Instead she took the time to watch Winter and Robyn.

Winter was good but no one expected Robyn to be better. At least against other humans. She trained to take down humans without a protective Aura. She was used to holding back but against Winter she shoot those explosive bolts at that pretty face and just leave her stunned. Those sharp blades on her wrist mounted crossbow didn’t slice open skin but slowly at at Winter’s low Aura.

It would have been match if May hadn’t jumped in staff crackling with lightning Dust. Robyn gasped, throwing herself back to avoid it. Winter blinked surprised. May only winked at her and disappeared again before one of the instructors spotted her. May was grinning when she reappeared in front of Marrow, feet kicking him in the chest.

“Ow! See, that’s what I mean!” Marrow grumbled. May only rolled her eyes and sneered, twisting the Dust chamber in her staff and activating the fire Dust.

The sparring session ended with the usual outcomes. Marrow just a little burnt, Harriet pulling tricking Fiona and winning, Elm and Joanna was now tied, Clover’s stupid semblance gave him the upper hand against Vine. Finally Winter and Robyn… was the same as last week and the weeks before.

With Winter sprawled on the ground and Robyn sitting on top of her, victorious.

Fiona grinned into May’s line of sight. May scoffed and turned away with a light blush. They looked good together but right now May wanted Winter for herself.

Robyn laughed and helped Winter up, “And here I thought you were the knight, snowflake,” She teased with a wink. Winter rolled her eyes trying to roll a kink out of her shoulder.

“And here I thought you were above cheap shots,” Winter replied, not mumble or pout. The Schnee was too dignified for that.

“I prefer the term ‘trickshot’, thank you very much,” Robyn said with a haughty scoff and lead the group to the showers.

May frowned for a moment, trailing behind the Mantle Rats with Winter. She kept rubbing her neck and rolling her shoulder. “You okay? I do owe you a massage.”

“Sounds like a good way to end a date,” Winter said with a small smirk. May’s eyes went wide, a blush quickly crawling over her cheeks as Winter finally asked, “Mantle has that carnival today. Would you like to go out?”

“Yes!” Fiona screamed.

Winter clicked her jaw shut, an angry blush dusting her pale cheeks while May shuffled a little embarrassed. Those Faunus ears has been particularly… sensitive lately. The pair had a hard time glaring at Fiona as she prounced back to her elites.

“This was suppose to be just me and May, Thyme,” Winter said. Her voice was a little hard and Fiona’s cute ears twitched low and sad. “Damn it… You idiots have been on my ass and when I finally ask May out you all think it’s another group date.”

“Oh! Ooh!” Fiona said with a slow gasp of realization. Fiona nervously twitched, embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, lambchop,” Robyn said. It seemed she was coming to Fiona’s rescue but then she leaned with with a smirk, “Me and Joanna will take you on a date.”

“It- It doesn’t need to be date!” Fiona huffed, shoving Robyn back who only rolled with it and laughed.

“Call it whatever you idiots want but I doubt it’ll be any different from a normal day,” Joanna said with a laughed. She got behind the couples and gave them a light shove forward. “Come on! No one is going on a date all gross and if we all shower at Robyn’s place the water will get cold.”

“This is not a double date!” Winter stressed with a hard blush.

“Oh please, May can give you all the privacy you need,” Robyn teased, wiggling her eyes brows. At first May only raised a brow. Then she gasped, face burning as images of herself between Winter’s legs and her hand through May’s hair while a crowd of people walked, oblivious- “Wow… your kinda innocent aren’t you?”

“Shut up!”

May’s mind instantly went into overdrive, body on autopilot as she undress and showered. She thought about all the outfits in her closet and the ones left at Robyn’s place. A dress was out of the question if they were going on some rides- would they be going on some rides? Does a Mantle carnival even have rides? May should definitely avoid white, the stains would be near impossible to get out but anything too color full would clash with Winter’s wardrobe.

Winter didn’t wear anything fancy though. In fact after the shower in the locker rooms and after changing into into the usual Atlas uniform, Winter dragged her back to Mantle. Robyn and Joanna blew wolf whistles at them, a blushing lamb swatting the former cops.

At the carnival entrance Winter pulled their ties off, shoving it into a trash can and then tossed the gray vest next. May blinked surprised. Winter rolled her eyes, unbuttoning her cuffs and undoing the top two buttons of her shirt.

Then the Marigold crossed her arms and smiled, watching her picture perfect date muss herself up into something casual, "What happen to doing this right?"

“You’re smiling and not a nervous wreck,” Winter pointed out. May quickly turned her head away with a blush. When did her angry facade completely disappear? Winter hands gently on May’s chest as she unbutton the vest a little to be much more comfortable. “Would you like to keep the skirt or change into pants?”

“The um… the skirts fine,” May mumbled. May’s heart skipped a few beats every time Winter’s skinned bushed against hers. It nearly gave out when Winter undid May’s cuffs and folded them up her arms a little. Her heart completely stopped when Winter held her hand and pressed her lips to her knuckles. Light and quick, a sharp contrast to the lingering and intense blue eyes staring at her.

Before May could feint Winter grinned, something wicked and endearing, and pulled her into Mantle’s Carnival. Right towards the biggest, fastest ride on hard-light rails.

“You’ve been on roller coasters before, right princess?” Winter taunted with a raised brow.

May scoffed but it didn’t come out as strong as usual, “I should be asking you that. When do you have time for fun?” she said with the same playful bite.

Joanna was… right. It wasn’t much different from a normal day minus the fear and anxiety of having to confess. The ride helped May scream out her nerves and burned excess energy that rolled over into anxiety. She laughed linking her arms with Winter as they hurried over to the next ride.

After each ride, their linked arms slide lower and lower until Winter’s hand was comfortably in hers. Winter smiling and tilting her head down to let May tidy her hair a little. It took a few tries to brush Winter’s signature fringe back together and by the end of of May was staring at Winter’s lips. Until they curled into a teasing smirk, pointedly leaning back.

May growled, face hot with a mix of frustration and anger and she nearly ripped the shirt open. All that was forgotten as the next ride slowly crawled up the hard-light rails. May’s anger burned away with a scream, heart lurching between her gut and throat as the ride whipped them around. In between it all she got to hear Winter’s laugh in her ears.

By the time the Mantle Rats finally got into the carnival the place was packed and the lines were long, but because this was Atlas, military personal and students, had free access to the VIP line. Winter spotted the trio first, the cheater having a few inches over May. Still Fiona was easy to find, atop of Joanna’s shoulders and sometimes leaning down to give Robyn a kiss. They were adorable, picture perfect cute.

So May pulled out her Scroll and sent the picture to the group chat. She pulled Winter to a corner and they watched as Fiona perked up, eyes scanning for white and blue hair. Winter and May giggled as Fiona kicked her feet and wiggled her ears in frustration. Robyn reached up, pulling Fiona into a calming kiss and then dragging them onto a ride.

Winter continued to take secret pictures whenever they’d see the trio by chance. Finally fed up, Fiona dragged the other Mantle Rats to the Farris Wheel to try and find them. Winter and May giggled, ducking into the large tent housing the games.

At first it was a small competition. Then it became a losing streak as Winter cheated her way to victory for every game. Then cheating became the game and May wrapped her arms around Winter’s waist, tucking her head into her shoulder to muffle her laughter.

Winter’s small Beowolf summon would appear whenever the carnival worker wasn’t looking, pushing the ball into the hole or kicking a pin. Children would gasp and clap their hands adorably and Winter would give them the prizes and wink. They were a little younger than Whitely.

“You two are too adorable,” Robyn said. Winter’s relaxed smile slipped into a small playful huff as she looked up at the others. Fiona was finally walking on her own two feet with Joanna’s arm draped across her shoulders. Robyn had that stupid cute grin. May didn’t know if she wanted to slap it off or watch Fiona kiss it off.

“Oh! I wanna be romantic and steal May for myself,” Fiona taunted and sang, striking romantic poses like in those movies they watch sometimes. May blushed and decided that slapping both of them would be better. Fiona only laughed at their faces, “Then she spends the night taking pictures of us and baiting us around.”

“May started it,” Winter said quickly.

“How mature,” Joanna sneered. She rested her arm heavily across May and Winter’s shoulder, guiding them out of hiding and to the food stands. May sighed and rolled her eyes. Even on an official and proper date it felt like a normal day.

“At least have dinner with us! I’ll show you the best food in the carnival,” Fiona said with a grin, grabbing Winter and May’s free hands and tugging them faster along. May and Winter gave each other a defeated look. Their lil’ lamb was too cute. They both dramatically sigh and acted reluctant, making Fiona blush and hear ears twitch nervously.

Fiona didn’t take them to dinner, she dragged the group to an Argus crepe booth. It was delicious, filling enough to stave off hunger for a real meal and they should be safe enough for another ride as long as it wasn’t extreme. But instead of turning the date into a double date May noticed Winter rolled her shoulder, face twitching in pain.

May did owe her a massage…

“Actually I think we’ll head back,” May said. Fiona frowned and pouted. May smiled down at her, rubbing the base of those fluffy ears. It always made Fiona smile, “It the weekend tomorrow, we can ride all day if you want.”

“Phrasing,” Robyn said with a cough. Fiona and May glared at her, a hard blush on both of them but Fiona was the only one that actually elbowed Robyn.

The walk to Robyn’s apartment was slow but May didn’t notice the time. Only the smile and Winter’s unguarded voice as they chatted without a goal. A review of the past month, reassurance about Weiss and Silvio, speculations about Fiona’s crush on the pair. Her hair was a mess, out of that tight bun and in a loose ponytail, her cheeks were a little rosy from all the laughing and smiling. The pristine white shirt actually a little dirtied from all the rides and kicked up dirt.

“You look better like this…” May said softly as Winter sat down on Robyn’s bed. She raised a brow a smile slowly crawling across her face as May stepped between her legs. If this was earlier in the day May’s anxiety would have killed her. She wouldn’t be able to slide her hands up Winter’s chest. They would be shaking as she applied a gentle and firm pressure around the back of Winter’s neck.

The Schnee’s breath hitched, body shuttering as all the tense muscles twitched and relaxed under May’s fingers.

“You look better happy,” May explained. Winter blinked, trying to focus but her eyes kept lingering on May’s lips. “Alive, actually enjoying yourself with other people instead of on that stupid Schnee pedestal.”

“Good,” Winter said. For once her voice was the one weak and trembling. May smirked, settling against Winter’s body. The white knight only had her hands on May’s waist like she was a cherished maiden. Even as May undid the ponytail and reach brush of her hands drew soft moans from her.

For a moment May remembered that just hours before the mere thought of this would send her into overdrive. Hours of screaming and laughing, the fear she had twisting her gut was gone. Fear and a pressure she didn’t realize was on her chest. But right now… May smiled and enjoyed it.

The warmth their families never gave. Trust and intertwining history so deep it was almost protective.

Her body moved without second guessing everything and her lips was soft against Winter. After years of crushing on her family rival, childhood friend and partner… it felt natural. It wasn’t wasn’t like the movies, books, her first kiss or whatever bullshit people like to say.

It wasn’t an explosion of fireworks.

It was warm and slow, her lips following Winters as she pushed and pulled. May’s mind wasn’t racing, her heart wasn’t trying to escape her chest and run. It was… calming. Devouring. Like Winter herself, the kiss was cool on the surface, the bite on May’s bottom lip was gentle and teasing. Once she opened up she beyond warm.

Hot didn’t even begin to describe it. Intense and passionate fell short.

It just felt like Winter.

May moaned into the kiss, her tongue gliding against Winter. Cold, hot, too much but not enough. May’s body felt hazy and heavy, her heart and head somewhere on cloud nine as she pressed Winter’s back into Robyn’s bed. May pulled back, softly panting for air. She pressed into Winter’s tense neck again, harder than before. Winter’s back arched a low groan and face slightly twisting in pain had May laughing a little.

“I owe you a massage remember?” May asked, getting up and closing Robyn’s door.

“Finally paying me back over a month later. Typical Marigold,” Winter teased. May rolled her eyes instructing Winter to take off her shirt and pants, if she wanted a full body massage. May looked around for some lotion. The first draw on Robyn’s nightstand was locked. The second was ammo for a gun and the last was… very Robyn.

A small boxes of condoms for various of sizes for the toys that laid neatly next to it. The harness was suspiciously missing. And of course there was edible oils and lube-

Only then the high of the date sparked into embers low In May’s gut. She tried to smother it, glancing at Winter’s bare back and nearly bare ass.

Now wa a perfect time for revenge for the changing room. May was not easy, even if Winter made her come with just looks alone. But- but may must have been thinking to loud because Winter turned her hears towards her a smiled. She was blushing a little hard, “I’m fine with whatever pace you want to go at,” She said settling back down.

May tensed, abs flexing as her member throbbed once but hard. Winter’s eyes glanced down to the small tent in her skirt and she tried to hide the smile in the pillows. May blushed hard, grabbing the edible oil and shoving a few more pillows under Winter’s stomach and hips so her spine wouldn’t be completely fucked.

She moved quickly, standing next to Winter’s head and warming the oil in her hands. She tried to keep her thoughts chaste but that quickly went out the window as Winter tensed for a second and let out a low groan. May’s hands faltered a little, entire body shaking as the sound hit deep between her legs.

Bits of her dreams and daydreams ghosted over her skin. Her body didn’t feel as cool as May thought it would. It flexed, blood running hot under May’s touch. After one long and deep stroke along Winter’s spine, the Schnee melted a little into the pillows and bed with a happy and pleased moan. May took a quick breath, trying to ride the innocent high from the carnival as other parts of her got harder.

May tried not to focus on it… Then she scratched that thought, realization and the rush of their first date and kiss calming her fears. I’m fine with whatever pace you want to go at. Winter Schnee could be a rough lover the women choked Robyn in a changing room while Fiona fucked her. May trembled, as the memory of Winter pinning her with her eyes came back. Joanna’s hot hands pinning her hips and finally Winter’s own fingers grazing the tip of her leaking head. Winter’s eyes staring right into her as she licked her cum off her fingers. May groaned shaking her self back to the present.

I loved her since I could remember.

Loved her enough to sooth her nerves and make sure May was truly comfortable before kissing her.

The embers low in her gut didn’t feel sinful or tainted. In fact it felt rather holy.

“Always the knight,” May whispered. Winter looked up, a surprised blush on her face at the low and hungry tone in her voice. May didn’t even realize she was speaking until the next words spilled out. “Always with the restraint and control…” With purpose May’s palms firmly pressed into the base of Winter’s neck. She tore a moan from Winter’s throat with a gentle pressure on tense muscles. The sound throbbed painfully between her legs, panties tight and slowly growing slick.

May doubted she’ll ever see Winter lose control but getting her close would be fun.

Winter made another noise as her girlfriend’s thumb dug into the muscles between her ass and lower back. Winter’s hips subtly grind into the pillow and bed. May felt it more than she saw it. Her dick throbbed, imagining the hot pressure sidling gently over her shaft. May took another slow breath, a rush hungry rush of power throwing completely fogging over her fears and nerves. “I’m not sorry for enjoying this,” She heard herself say.

Winter growled softly but with another stoke down her back it choked into another whimper and an empty threat, “Don’t bite off more than you can handle, May.”

"Shut up and let me worship you," May said, the words surprisingly hard as her hands squeezed the back of Winter’s neck. Winter gasp and did just as May ordered. Fist clenching the sheets and a quivering moan spilling out. May let the sound roll through her core and down between her legs, groaning with her. More slick smearing on her head as she moved to continue the slow massage. Winter’s face was right there… Blue eyes on the bulge of her skirt but her lips were too far to do anything.

It felt like a trance watched the women she loved that was so forcibly perfect and put together fall apart. Sculpted hard muscles loosen, gasp slipped into small moans. Each pass over Winter’s spine made her tremble. The knot in her shoulder had her biting the pillows and wiggling until it was gone. But she was wasn’t worked up enough, the grinding on Robyn’s pillow obvious now but not desperate enough. She was still too controlled, so May focused on her neck.

Winter gasped, eyes fluttering close. Cool skin was starting to warm under the attention and oil, blushing softly. The soft moans turned into pleased and sleepy hums. The tension was completely gone from her shoulders, making the women she loved look smaller somehow.

At least until May transitioned to Winter’s lower body. She leaned over her, propping a knee by Winter’s shoulder to get the right pressure. Hands splayed wide, May pressed at the base of her spin and pushed low, thumbs digging under the dimples on her back and rolling lower to the swell of her ass.

Winter whimpered, body shivering slightly as May’s fingers slipped under those panties. When her hands glided out towards her hips Winter growled in frustration, a fist clutching at May’s skirt so near the bulge May bucked her hips a little.

“Relax, Win.”

“I’d relax a lot more if you’ll let me suck you off,” Winter mumbled as she let go. May only laughed. It was a little shaky as her member leaked more pre-cum, and the feeling of it wetting her panties didn’t help.

May straddled Winter’s lower back and licked her lips. She warmed a little more oil in her hands before adjusting Winter’s panties a give May more room to work with. She might have pulled the wet cloth tight against the core and Winter might have shivered at the pleasure. The selfish Schnee was definitely a little restless, shifting as May’s hands started on the swell of Winter’s ass and rolled down the back of her legs.

Winter tensed for a moment. May repeated the massage, applying a little more pressure into the tense muscles, feeling it quiver so slightly. Winter melted again and groaned. Slowly she relaxed. And slowly May’s hands wandered higher inside Winter’s thigh.

High enough to feel the heat and wetness that escaped onto her thighs. May swallowed hard, cock throbbing between her legs. Winter must have felt it too because she growled and shifted a little. She took a shaking breath, hands losing their focus and just kneading Winter’s ass. For a moment May grind down, imagining her shaft disappearing between the soft muscles in her hands.

When her grinding started to become a little too desperate, May forced herself off. Leaving a small droplets of pre-cum on Winter’s slower back.

Trying to regain some self control, May returned to Winter’s head, her hands starting at her neck and working down again.

“Lower,” Winter instructed. Her voice was low and husky, almost half asleep but the blue eyes on her restraint and covered hard on gave her away. With her hands spread wide May started at the edge of Winter’s wide back. Fingers following the curve of her breast, just shy of her nipples.

The Schnee whimpered, shifting with just a hint of desperation. Her pale hand fisted May’s skirt. The light clawing had May’s heart jumping, chest stuttering for breath. May watched Winter observe the tent in her skirt, the throbbing… Winter licked her lips but that damn control kept her from doing what they both wanted.

May repeated the motion a few times. Wondering who’s will would break first. Each time, Winter shuttered with pleasure, first bunching up the skirt and inching closer and closer to May’s leaking member. She was sure her panties were dripping just as much as Winter’s. Another pass and the selfish Schnee almost tugged the skirt off-

“Ma-May…” She begged. Winter-fucking-Schnee begged, her voice high pitched and hopeful.

“Fuck-” Her breath caught in her throat. You are so easy. “Fuck,” May cried again. With one breath May’s hour of hard work and control broke. Her hands completely slipped around to Winter’s front, oil slick hands kneading her once. Winter cried out, pressing her chest into May’s hands. Another call of May’s name as fingers pinched her nipples. Winter grind down on the pillow, other hand clawing into the back of May’s thigh to anchor her self. Winter’s grinding stopped and that hand on her thigh quickly slid up, under her skirt-

A moan was pulled out of her as hands finally cupped her throbbing slick shaft. It took May an hour to get Winter to whisper her name but she was about to say Winter’s like a prayer in less than a minute. The only reason she wasn’t was because Winter didn’t move her hand.

The Schnee paused eyes up at May in wonder and desire and love that somehow looked far too wicked. Winter’s hand slipped off her, May would have whimpered at the lose but then her panties snapped. But her dick wasn’t free, it was back in Winter’s fist and May nearly screamed. Too hot and too cold and not tight enough. May clenched her jaw, head dizzy with a rush of pleasure.

Then May was on her back in the middle of Robyn’s bed, hands pressed firmly on her mouth to muffle any noise but her harsh breathing. May felt like she was burning in Winter’s cool skin. The contrast was delicious, making her thigh shake slightly as hips moved. May cried into her open hand. Winter’s fist moved with her, giving but the tiniest teasing friction.

“How your refractory period?” Winter asked, voice stupidly cool and control for someone with eyes that was devouring. May didn’t answer at first. She tried again and again to thrust into Winter’s hand. She didn’t want to answer, she wanted pleasure, her head an angry red as pre-cum slipped out. May gently thrash in a haze, not fighting or helping Winter as she undid the buttons of her vest and shirt just enough to slip a hand under May’s bra. It wasn’t the pleasure she was begging for but it was enough to calm the fire in her gut and head.

“I- I don’t know!” May answered honestly.

“You don’t know? How can you… You’re a virgin.” Winter realized, eyes a little wide and grip a tightening. May was confident in her body, proud but… sex was never an itch for her, not like Winter and Fiona. It was a craving only one person could fill and that person was just a big fucking tease that was going to make her cry from frustration soon. The pressure in her gut and balls, and cock was almost painful. It was spreading all over her body and sending her into a craze.

“Oh… Oh, May. If, I’d known,” Finally Winter’s fist started to move. A tight tug up had May gasp for breath. A twist at her head, a fucking tight and hot twist at her head had May completely breathless with one sharp cry. “I wouldn’t have teased you so hard in the changing room.”

“Shut up and make it up to me then,” May said with a clench jaw, hips fast and desperate. Winter hummed in thought but didn’t slow her hand. It kept a lazy pace as Winter finished unbuttoning May’s top and flicked the front clasp of her bra open.

“I’m debating on how hard I want you begging.”

“You are such an asshole…” May huffed. Winter only laughed as tears finally fell from May’s eyes. Winter made her self comfortable at May’s side, kissing the tears away before gently claiming her lips. May groaned and growled into it. She bit her bottom lip, desperate for more heated and faster affection. But Winter’s hand continued to lazily stroke her, forcing May’s hips to move.

A shock of pleasure spread from her chest, Winter’s fingers pinching and twisting a nipple. “Sorry May, but I’m going to break you in the most gentle way I can,” her knight promised. May was about to bite her neck, frustration turning into plain anger but then Winter’s lips claimed her in demanding kiss, swallowing a near scream of pleasure as Winter’s hand finally moved. Hard and fast, almost vicious but May wanted more.

May’s hands clawed deep into Winter’s back, hips stuttering and rolling, trying to match Winter’s pace but it was faster than May could manage. Pleasure coiled in her gut, climbing quick and making her body tremble. Winter moved from her lip to her neck. Biting hard enough for her Aura to flare. A flash of heat spreading throughout May’s body, pleasure turning everything white for a second.

May found herself begging and whispering Winter’s name. Her member was twitching, pre-cum leaking out in a steady stream. Tears pricked her eyes as the hight of her pleasure was suddenly taken from her.

“Please… Winter, please!”

“Aura,” Winter growled into her neck. She bite again, making her Aura flash hot and making May’s entire body pulsed. Her dick throbbed and twitched, the need for something around it making her head spin and more tears slip out. “Turn off your Aura.”

“I-I can’t… please just,” May’s hips fucked the air. Winter groaned, watching her shaft twitch. She bit down May’s body but stopped at her breast. May softly cried, her own hands moving to continue but Winter pinned her wrist down. She thrashed lightly, chest arching into Winter’s mouth as she bite and sucked and teased.

The edges of an orgasm eased off, May’s breathing just started to even out when her Aura flashed across her body. Turning off. Winter groaned, teeth sinking into her chest and sucking hard. “Good girl,” Winter praised, hand tight around the base of May’s cock. May threw her head back, a fast pace stealing her breath again.

May whispered Winter’s name, begging for her hand to move faster but ever time she got too desperate Winter only slowed down. The selfish Schnee left love bites and marks across May’s chest. Then her soft abs. When Winter bit at her hips May’s hips stuttered to a stop. Her eyes wide as she propped herself up to watch.

Winter smiled up at her, making herself comfortable between May’s legs and even grabbing a pillow to slide under her partners ass. It was clear Winter intended to be there long enough to kill May.

“A small confession,” Winter said licking her lips. “Me and the others… all of them talked about your…”

“Dick, penis, cock, whatever is fine,” May mumbled in a haze. Her heart did odd skips, fear and nerves coming back. She knew Winter for years, everything about her partner was second nature but Joanna and Robyn… The anxiety was pulled out of May, with a twisting pressure of Winter’s fist over her head and slit. May moaned, arching and hips thrusting to chase that pleasure. “S-surprised I’m not cut?”

“It’s a good surprise,” Winter whispered. May gasped, hand covering her mouth as Winter decided to play. Her thumb pressed against the rim of her head, tongue twirling around the slit, slowly working under the foreskin-

Lightning hot pleasure shot through May’s body, completely overwhelming her. Suddenly everything before felt muted. Her tongue was twice as soft, twice as warm. Winter had her at tears before and now she was freely crying. Winter pulled off with a pleased hum.

“So we were right… You are more sensitive…” Winter murmured. It sounded distant to May’s ears. Her heart beat too loud, pleasure clouding all her senses except for touch. The cool fingers claws warm trails down May’s stomach, the hands massaging her balls as Winter’s tongue followed a vein down and licked pre-cum back up.

May wasn’t even aware when Winter finally wrapped her lips around May’s hard shaft and started sucking. She came back to Winter groaning around her cock, the vibrations prolonging her orgasm as she slipped deep into Winter’s throat again. Her throat felt rough, just barely hearing herself scream Winter’s name. When she tried to pull her hand free from Winter’s hair she held it there with her free and pointedly swallow.

May whimpered, thrusting deeper as she felt another load pulled from her. Winter finally lifted herself off May, taking a deep breath and clearing her throat a little. With one last lick and a some sucking she cleaned May off and hovered over her with a smile clean smile.

“Welcome back,” She mused, wiping her mouth with her fingers and licking it clean. May groaned at the sight, her hard member throbbing painfully. She grabbed Winter’s hand when it wandered through her soft mound. Winter settled against her. Thighs and panties wet, leaving a hot trail on May’s leg. She shifted at the friction but didn’t chase it. Though May could feel her desperation in the hard kiss. She didn’t give a fuck about how she tasted, it was Winter. “You… are back, right?” She muttered softly, eyes a little concerned.

“If back you mean still in heaven, sure,” May mumbled, voice slurred with pleasure. She pressed her leg into Winter’s core, listening and eating up her soft moan and the way she anchored herself with her nails. May grabbed Winter’s ass, slowly encouraging her to grind against her thigh. May hooked her thumbs under Winter’s waistband and slipped them down during the next thrust.

Winter pulled back letting out a sharp and shock cry of pleasure her wet lips and hard clit glided down May’s thigh. Suddenly that hunger in her gut was back, drying out her mouth. May’s lazy breathing speed up, soft noises of her own muffled by Winter’s desperate whimpers.

“Winter… please. I’m not done worshiping you,” May begged, the hands on her ass and hips trying to guide the women up. Up past her hips, past her breast and guiding those toned wet thighs to the side of her head. May melted at the sight. Her perfect partner completely flushed above her. Her pale skin a rosy pink from ears to cheeks to the top of her breast. May pulled her down a little, turning her head to lick at her thighs.

The Schnee whimpered while May closed her eyes and moaned at the taste. Before she knew it her lips was pressing kisses closer and closer to the soft wet curls. Her hands roamed Winter’s front, deep red lines marked Winter’s abs and chest. Her body twitching each time May twirled a nipple between her fingers.

May hovered less than inch away from Winter’s core, taking in the heat and the smell, the sweetness before her tongue slipped in. Winter lurched forward, fingers digging into the headboard and the other clawed deep into May’s hair. She groaned at the pain, at the taste, at the liquid heat finally spilling into her mouth. She leaned up, nuzzling and breathing deep. Thrusting her tongue as deep as it would go while her nose rubbed against a hard bundle of nerves.

“Fuck! May!” Winter gasped eyes wide and back arching. Wetness trickled onto her tongue and chin, making May groan. Her hips thrusting into the air as her member throbbed in time with Winter’s core, squeezing hard on her tongue and trying to pull it in. Instead tongue slowly slide out, drawing out a cry from Winter and making her grind to chase it. May only chuckled softly. A quick broad lick, tasting the wetness on her lips and a teasing gentle pressure over her clit. Broad strokes had her panting and tight circles just grazing the bundle of nerve nearly had her screaming.

She had to pull May’s head back before those lips sealed around her clit. “Virgin, huh?”

“You can thank Robyn and Fiona,” May said with a hazy smirk and heavy breath. She might have looked a mess, face wet and blushing but Winter looked worse in a perfect way. She looked a mixture of embarrassed and frustrated, gasping for breath, pupils wide with desire and stomach flexing as her core tighten around nothing. Like this, her knight looked more like a Goddess. “Watching them eat each other out gave me a good idea of what to do.”

Winter groaned, body shivering. May hummed happily, leaning up to as Winter settled back down. May was polite enough keep her licks light and pleasing, not overwhelmingly pleasurable so Winter could talk a little, “I have… some pretty good ideas on how to thank them,” She mumbled, voice trembling at every stroke around her clit. “Fuck. If I’d known you were a virgin I would have asked you if you’d wanted Fiona to join. Watching her ride your face while I fuck you- Fuck! May!”

All at once May sealed her lips around that throbbing nub, a slick finger sliding deep into her core. May groaned, her member twitching and throbbing as Winter squeezed her finger. The memory of Fiona pinning her to the floor of the training room, her warm small hips on her… May groaned, clawing at Winter’s hips and ass.

“May!” Winter nearly screamed at the finger slowly dragging along her front wall. She trembled. “More, harder,” She ordered. After over an hour of teasing each other Winter was far too worked up to last long. She pushed Winter forward, angling her hips for a brutal pace with two fingers focusing on that spongy spot that had her partner screaming.

In a few minutes she was trembling, whispering May’s name in a small prayer begging for just a little more. That she was close. May thought about bringing her to tears but her body betrayed her. Before she could stop herself, May’s lips wrapped around the bundle of nerves, tongue gently rolling around it as she sucked.

Winter came with a shout, fingers clawing through May’s hair as her body shook and stilled. May groaned, slick hitting her chin and rolling down her neck. “Please don’t stop! S-Slow. Please, May,” Winter whispered again and again in a broken voice.

Those tight muscles and spasms didn’t relax until Winter was out of breath and then dragged on a few minutes more thanks to May’s gentle and slow thrust, alternating between the sensitive spot and just giving her a pleasing stretch. May avoided her clit, licking around it just to give Winter as much attention as possible. She’d love to massage those breast but her other hand as keeping Winter from completely crushing her.

When those soft moans turned into a sharp whine, May finally stopped. Head sinking into the pillow. She felt stupidly high and satisfied. The hunger in her blood now content and warm instead of starving hot. She gave a grin up at dazed blue eyes.

“Been awhile, huh?” May teased, clean hand guiding Winter to laying next to her. Winter huffed and sneered biting at whatever was closest, May’s shoulder. “You back yet?”

“Shut up…” Winter whimpered, her voice slurred and fairly unconvincing. May laughed lightly at it, trying to kiss Winter’s forehead but the women pulled her down for a messy kiss. May groaned, melting into it. Her mouth parted with Winter’s tongue meeting her halfway. Winter pulled back before she lost her breath, “Since Fiona isn’t here…” Her hand squeezed tight at the base of May’s shaft.

“Twice…” May said with a groan. She pumped her hips into Winter’s hand a few times before she remembered she was speaking, “I can cum twice before going soft and I usually don’t try for a third.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t cum when you were eating me out,” Winter said between bites down May’s chest.

May blushed and huffed, “Three hot girls fucking each other and being felt up by Joanna would probably do you in too!”

“Challenge accepted,” Winter said with a small laugh. She bit May’s stomach, sucking a mark there before throwing her legs across May’s hips. That content feeling was suddenly gone.

“Fuck! Win- Winter!” May gasped head thrown back as a blaze of heat and pleasure made her back arch. Winter laughed and gently grind down, spreading her wetness over May’s throbbing cock, pinned between her pelvis and Winter’s hot core. “I’m pretty sure your wet enough,” May teased, blinking back tears of frustration. Her fingers trailed under her chin, gathering the wetness from Winter and licking her fingers clean. “I’m sure you didn’t just soak Robyn’s pillows and sheets.”

Winter only smirked and raised a brow, hips sliding low. The warm pressure shooting down May’s spine making her legs trembled. Down and down, to the base of her cock and balls… Then she rose up, head lightly brush past Winter’s clit.

And sunk down to the hilt.

May saw stars, burning hot and impossibly tight. Winter gasp, moaning and almost purring as May’s hips snapped up. Once, twice, on the third time Winter pulled May’s hands off her hips and pinned them beside May’s head, a hard kiss taming May’s desperate thrust.

“Slow. May… fuck, please. Slow!”

May stopped and Winter continued rocking at her pace. Small and gentle. Her head deep in her core. May swore and twitched, the skin on her head slipping on and off. The alternation of burning heat and muted pressure clouding paralyzing her for a moment.

Winter whimpered, hips adjusting a slow circular grind. THey both gasp as somehow May was pulled in deeper.

“It’s… It’s been while since I last took anything your size.” Winter confessed, “I… I screamed your name during a one night stand and well.”

“Honored,” May said after several deep breaths. She couldn’t form any other words, Winter’s lips on hers as she controlled the pace.

Slowly May’s hands wandered down Winter’s body. From her chest to her neck. As Winter’s increased her pace they traveled lower and lower. Finally her hands was back on Winter’s hips, slamming her down into thrusting hips.

After years of dancing around each other and the hours of working each other up it didn’t wouldn’t long for May to finish. She pulled her head back from the kiss, whispering warnings. Winter laughed and smiled. She leaned back hands wandering her torso as she her hips grind in low circles that kept May on the edge. Pale fingers pinched her own nipples, fingers splaying wide down her abs. The show stopped as Winter rubbed circles around her clit, hips stuttering.

May closed her eyes, grabbing Winter’s hips and thrusting as she spilled into her. Winter followed seconds after, drawing out soft confessions as May trembled under her.

“I love you too. I always have, Winter.”

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Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Rating: Teen (T) Word Count: ~5k Notes: This came from the prompt “You beat my high score? You... beat my high score?” from my anonymous pal. I went the high school au route - it turned into something a little more interesting than I anticipated. Might follow this one up if you guys are interested! Warnings: Steve Rogers is kind of a tool & there’s a bit of “violence”. Summary:

Tony grew up in a small town where everyone knows everyone and nothing ever changes. Then a new kid comes to town and flips everything upside down. Peter is everything Tony’s usual is not and he’s a big fan of that.

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In Littleton, things still moved pretty slow. Not that progression didn’t happen – it was 2020, after all. Yet, there were many things that existed from the “past”; drive-in theaters, record stores, and most importantly – an arcade. For most of the youth in the town, nightly hangouts met up at the record store and finished the night off at the arcade. At least, that’s how things were for Tony.

Spending time at home really wasn’t an option – despite being insanely intelligent and successful in his athletic endeavors, Tony’s father hated him. He wasn’t sure of the reason, it felt innate from the time Tony could remember trying to gain his approval. The older he got, the easier it was to ignore it – not being in the house was one of the best ways to do that.

Because of that, the arcade quickly became a place that Tony could disappear into for hours on end. Whether he was meeting the guys there later in the evening or only had a couple of hours between school and football, Tony spent all of his free time there. It astounded him, how long he could play on one quarter – how each of the games on his row had AES in the high scorer column. Regardless of the way his father felt about him, the arcade never let him down.

Then, Peter Parker moved to town.

The fact that a new family was moving into Littleton had the rumor mill running. In all of the years of Tony’s life, he only saw a couple of new additions to the small town. Most of the families within it, including his own, were old and had rich roots in the businesses that kept the small community running. Stark Industries was over 100 years old and stood as a looming reminder of the next disappointment he planned to add to the pile of shit his family already disliked about him.

When Tony first heard about it, they were starting football training camp. They were a small 2A school, but the team and the 5 straight state titles the school brought home were important – so, most of the parents and friends of the people on the field were crowded around the sidelines. Ever since Tony could remember, practice was a social affair just as much as the athletic gathering that it should have been.

He and Clint were doing running drills when Steve ran over, a new sort of look on his face. “Have you guys heard about the new kid coming to town? Peggy told me that he was a senior just like us and smart as hell,” Steve babbled, excitement and a certain kind of fear lacing his voice. Tony knew that Steve hated changed the most out of them all – always had.

Stopping himself, Tony turned his full attention to the conversation, his aversion to change not anywhere close to Steve’s. The small-town life wasn’t for him, he secretly had a calendar that he crossed off the days left until graduation (only 297 to go!) A new person brought something different and that was more intriguing than anything else – even the football being chucked at his head.

Tony turned just in time, his hands coming up to stop the ball from hitting him square in the face. “Hey, fuck off, Barnes. Your boyfriend is telling us about the new blood coming to town,” Tony hollered across the field, a smirk slipping across his face at the blush that immediately pooled in Bucky’s cheeks. Things between him and Steve were still newer, and Tony loved to give them shit for it.

A throat clearing had Tony turning back to Clint and Steve, both of them looking a little worse for wear. “As I was saying – this new kid is supposed to not only be smart, but good at sports, too – “

Try as he might, Tony couldn’t get the thought of newness and what came from that out of his head. Last year, he started to get chatters from several different universities wanting to sign him to play football. Though his father wanted nothing to do with it, Maria took Tony to a couple of different overnight stays to see what the college athletics thing was all about; he fell in love with it instantly.

The thought of getting to appreciate something shiny and new before heading off to whatever school he could convince to take him made his heart beat a little faster. Littleton needed something to spark a little fire in the mundaneness of scheduled and unmoving life.

Steve’s pointed look and the repeated question of “what do you think about this, Tony?” brought him away from the daydreams, his eyes blinking for a second.

Running a hand through his sweaty hair, Tony shrugged his shoulders. It wouldn’t do him any good to go gushing or anything. “I haven’t thought about it,” he decided to reply, instead. “It’ll be nice to have some uniqueness in this godforsaken place.” Tony shot Steve a wink and reached across the way, his hand giving his friend’s shoulder a squeeze. “Just keep your fingers crossed he doesn’t have a better arm than you.”

Practice went off without a hitch after that – Fury called them in for a huddle and they got to work. Luckily, Tony spent a bunch of time with the rest of the guys working out, so the drills and running felt like a piece of cake. It was good to be back to some semblance of a routine, even if that meant spending less time surrounded by his beloved video games. They’d still be there when he was done sweating for the day.

And they were – still standing there when he walked into Munchies later that day. It took him a while to shower and get away from the rest of the group, which meant he hit the games when the floor wasn’t busy. Changing in $5 for quarters, Tony headed to his most favorite game – Galaga. Most of his attention was usually spent on the dark screen with ships and missiles flying across it.

Tony set down the lot of quarters on the ledge of the game by the player 2 joystick, one of them already in his hand to slip into the coin slot. Yet, he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed the top score screen flash in front of him. Instead of AES as usual, the initials PBP were sitting above his, the score more than a 1000 points better than his. Sucking in a breath, Tony felt his hand clench into a fist. 2 things ran across his mind in that instant – how the fuck was he going to score another 1000 points and who the hell was PBP?

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He didn’t have to wait long to put a face to the initials.

The very next day at practice, the collective was staring over at the far end of the field – the bespoken new kid was putting his cleats on; it was obvious that everyone was staring, so it looked like he was trying not to stare back. When he looked up, Tony got the air knocked out of him. Whatever shit the other guys were saying completely blew past him. Getting up, Tony started over in his direction.

Not only did he look well built, which would come in handy on the field, this new kid had pale skin that seemed to go on for miles. His sleeveless shirt did nothing to hide the tight bundles of muscle covering his arms and upper chest. As if the long, lean limbs weren’t enough, Tony noticed that the stranger wore his hair longer, the curls at the back of his neck barely grazing the surface of his shirt. The longer bits in the front were pulled back by a gray headband to complete the look.

More than anything, Tony instantly wanted to know more about the beautiful person confidently striding over to him. Since things ended between him and Beck the year before, Tony hadn’t even thought about going after someone new. Yet, his eyes glazed over a little bit when the guy started to jog, his muscles clenched with every step and the sway of his hair was slightly hypnotic.

Tony forced himself to suck in a couple of gulps of air before the new guy was standing right in front of him, a smile on his face. “Hey man, I’m Pete.” He spoke without preamble and stuck his hand out between them like there wasn’t a group of 50 dudes staring the two of them down.

Thinking fast, Tony grabbed his hand and squeeze, the gentle up and down of their shake just as distracting as the movement of Peter’s hair in the wind. He probably held on much longer than necessary before reining himself in. “You must be the coveted new kid. Nice to meet you, Pete. I’m Tony,” he replied lightly, his head turning a bit. “I’m not sure you’re going to get anything other than that from those guys. Want to warm up with me?”

The ease in which Peter accepted brought a grin to his face – Tony caught Steve staring at him as the moved further onto the field, but he simply shot him the middle finger, put his head down, and jogged after Peter.

Leather flew across the air at him with a sharp snap – his warmup toss seemed to be more accurate than any of Tony’s best throws. Tony caught the ball a couple more times before turning his focus back to Peter. “So, where are you from, Pete? We don’t get a lot of transplants.” Though Tony didn’t really give a shit, the rest of the guys would be breathing down his neck for answers later on.

“I’m from Queens, actually. My aunt got a job at SI, so here we are,” Peter replied, his throwing mechanics never faltering as he spoke. “You can tell them my last name is Parker and I’ll be trying to play quarterback.” Peter smirked at him; the ball still held tightly in his hands. Tony watched his eyes move passed his shoulder to the group that was still looking at the two of them intently.

A laugh fell from his lips before he could stop it. Tony rested his hands on his hips and let the feeling wash over him. It was refreshing, to be around someone that didn’t have to think for 2 days before putting all of the pieces together. “I think I’d rather let them find out by themselves.” Then, because it also took Tony a second to piece things together, he realized he was talking to PBP – the Galaga genius.

“Have you been to Munchies?” Tony asked, his smile growing a bit wider when a look of recognition rolled across Peter’s face.

Peter threw the ball at Tony before responding – his hands were quick, the whole vision of it almost distracting enough to not put his own hands up in time. “You mean the arcade? Yeah, I went when we got in last night. I love all of those old games.”

Shaking his head, Tony let his fingers curl over the laces of the ball, the feeling comforting. “You beat my high score? You… beat my high score? You’re PBP! How the hell did you get to be so good?” Tony let the surprise roll off of him, the soft look on his face hopefully enough to make Peter understand the sarcasm of the words.

“Ah, so you’re AES. I wondered who had the top dog spot. Don’t worry – I’ll only beat your high score on a couple of those games. My real talent is skee-ball. Coney Island isn’t too far from where I grew up – I learned everything I know there,” Peter remarked, his eyes shining brightly at the exchange.

Chucking the ball back, Tony forced himself not to beam – this new kid was already an interesting addition to the masses, and he knew him for less than 20 minutes. “You’ll have to show me some time,” Tony said right before the whistle blew. He caught the ball one last time and closed the distance between them. “You’re going to be a good addition around here, Peter Parker.”

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Despite how enamored Tony felt with Peter and his presence, the rest of his friend group did not share the same opinion. For one thing, Peter was gunning for Steve’s spot and that didn’t sit well with either him or Bucky. Peter didn’t help himself when he came out and blew them all away in sprints – he was fast and strong; a combination that not a lot of people could cop to. His knowledge of the game became apparent when he took to the plays like he ran them constantly, not just once before. Like everyone else feared – the new kid brought change, and not a single person around Littleton liked change.

A few weeks after Peter’s arrival, Tony convinced him to head to Munchies with him – they talked frequently about it and like he predicted, Peter took over his highest score spot on a couple more games. It was about time Tony saw the master in his element. After practice, Tony opened Peter’s door for him as they climbed into the black Mustang Tony restored himself the previous summer.

“The customization you did to this thing is incredible, Tony,” Peter mentioned when Tony climbed in and started to get settled. “You said you did a lot of work, but I didn’t think you meant – this much.” His eyes widened a little as he took in all the shiny things Tony added around the car.

His favorite thing, the new sound system in the dash, pulled his Spotify up and started to play the more recent Kings of Leon album – the deep sounds of Caleb Followill’s voice swarming around them. Smiling, he turned the volume down a bit; his father didn’t understand his obsession with creating things, but it felt good to sit in something he brought back from the dead. The car was just the first step in a long journey of creation – Tony wouldn’t settle for anything less.

Shaking his head, he turned his attention to getting the car on and into traffic before he thought to respond. “It was basically just a rusty frame and a couple of axels when I bought it. I redid the engine, transmission, brake system – all the fun stuff under the hood. Steve, Bucky, and I did the exterior – Buck’s an artist, so the paint job is all him.”

Peter shifted a little in his seat, Tony caught the movement out of the corner of his eye as he stopped at the light. When he looked over, he was facing Tony. “So, you’re into engineering and stuff, then? Engine restoration isn’t rookie work,” Peter said softly, the cutest smile on his face. He seemed relaxed, which made Tony feel at ease, too.

The comfortability that existed in the small space between them was unlike anything Tony ever experienced.

“I am, yeah. The family business is so far outside of that scope that I kind of keep it to myself. I’m almost done with an Associate’s of Science so I can start into a Mechanical Engineering program wherever I decide to go to college. Littleton Community College does this degree transfer thing with the high school, so I’ve been using the garage there since my freshman year.” Tony blinked, the thought of saying that much in one breath pulling a blush to the surface of his skin.

“You’re smart, too?” Peter questioned, a hand coming up to his chest in fake exasperation. In the days since getting to know each other, Tony brought up many topics of conversation that were well beyond his other friends, but not Peter – it was clear that as intellectuals, there was a mutual appreciation of the other’s mind.

“Jokes aside, that’s really cool. Seems like we’re going to be competing for highest scorer in school, too.” As he spoke, he reached a hand out and grazed Tony’s extended arm, the touch like a scorch of fire against his skin. It lingered, the heat of it. Then, Peter dropped his hand and let it rest lightly on the edge of Tony’s thigh.

Before Tony could stop it, a hearty laugh left his lips – Peter brought competition into everything and set out challenges for them both to overcome; even in the few short weeks of knowing him, Tony understood that. It felt a different kind of good, being with him – he loved his friends, but like all things about Peter, his feelings towards him were completely unique. It felt easy to reach down and wrap his fingers around Peter’s – their hands resting on his leg.

“I feel like there’s no competition, though. I’ve never gotten anything less than an A in my life,” Tony remarked proudly, his fingers giving Peter’s a squeeze.

The snort he heard on the other side of the car made his heart pang – another point in the bank of things he liked about Peter. It was getting rather full, between his smarts and the quippy shit he had to say to any of the guys that ragged on him – it was hard to not be adding things to it on a daily basis. So when they drove by the arcade, Tony kept driving; Peter’s nod as they met eyes for a second made it easy to do.

Instead, Tony drove them out of Littleton and across the miles of empty space between there and the next town over. They talked about everything – Peter’s want to do Biomedical Engineering and the multiple sport talents he’d be showing off throughout the year. Tony learned about his uncle Ben and the unfortunate death that brought Peter and his aunt there to begin with.

In return, Tony told him a little bit about growing up in a small town and the immense pressure that came with being a Stark when he wanted absolutely nothing to do with the name or anything that came with it. When he talked about his dad, Peter let their fingers tangle together, the anchor of his touch making it a little easier to gush some of the details that he never thought to tell another soul.

It was so easy to lean across the center console and press his lips to Peter’s when they pulled up outside of the small house the Parker’s now lived in. The hand that was tangled with Peter’s all night reached up to cup his cheek lightly, the skin there soft and smooth under his fingertips. Tony let himself linger for a couple of minutes before pulling back, a shy smile slipping across his lips as he did.

“I had a good time, Tony,” Peter mumbled, his cheeks just as flushed as Tony’s felt. “Let’s actually go to the arcade sometime – I’ll cash out the first round.” With that, he leaned over and gave Tony a kiss on the cheek, then got out – all of it happening before Tony could even think to reply or give back or even say goodbye.

Blinking, Tony shook his head – the haze of being with Peter overwhelming him, making him lose himself for a second. The sound of On Call hit his ears when he resurfaced – the music pulling him back down to where gravity had ahold of him again. Before pulling away from the curb, Tony ducked down to see Peter leaned up against the door frame, eyes on Tony.

He didn’t look away until Peter was no longer in his sight. A goofy smile settled on his lips, the feeling of happiness settling in and taking hold.

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The inevitable blow up Tony expected from day one finally happened right after the 1st game of the season.

Despite Steve being the starting quarterback for 3 years, Fury trusted his gut and put Peter in. It paid off, too – between his throwing abilities and the collective talent of the offense, Littleton was up by 30 at the end of the first half. It was obvious that a few people were upset by the change, but the juice the team got from the squeeze of Peter’s efforts was more important than hurt feelings (so was a win by 50 points, but who was counting?)

Tony met Peter at the edge of the field when the last seconds of the 4th quarter trickled down, his arms wrapping around the large pads that covered both their shoulders. The chemistry between them extended to the field, Tony went for 4 touchdowns that night.

Excitement was not the feeling that Tony walked into the locker room to, however – after Fury gave his post-game speech and hyped them up for post-game walk through the next day, the tangible tension came to a head. Tony got out of his gear, into the shower, and changed as fast as he possibly could. Grabbing Peter when he noticed he was ready, Tony directed them out of the locker room and into fresh air that wasn’t tainted with misplaced anger.

“Me playing is really that big of a deal? We won – the team played great. I don’t see what the issue is,” Peter said as they walked towards Tony’s Mustang. During the last couple of weeks of practice, the reality of Peter starting started to sink in for everyone – including Steve, who already felt the need to keep the grudge he formed before ever even meeting Peter.

“You know the answer to that question, Pete. This is a small town. Steve and his family and all of the people that know his family have seen him play all game every game for the past 3 years. There’s no getting around that dynamic, Pete – that’s why I want out so bad. It’s toxic and leaves no room for new or change or anything other than the usual. You have to understand that, at least,” Tony replied.

Peter sighed deeply, his shoulder bumping into Tony’s in silent agreement. “Okay, I do get that. I do – it’s just nothing personal. I know that’s not the fucking point, but it seems like it should be.”

Getting to the car, Tony dropped his bag by the passenger side door and let his arm trap Peter between himself and the car. He let a palm drift to Peter’s cheek, Tony’s thumb brushing over the seam of plush lips. “It should be, Pete. It doesn’t mean that it is.” Tony said truthfully, his own knowledge of being stuck in the box of the people around him fresh in his mind. “You just keep doing what you’re doing. I like it, at least.”

Their lips met in a soft kiss, Peter leaning forward to seal their lips together. Tony smiled into it and let his hand move into the still wet locks of Peter’s hair. The idea of getting away quickly vaguely registered – Tony broke the kiss and took a step away from him to break the spell Peter’s presence put him under. “Want to actually go to Munchies?”

It didn’t take anything other than Peter’s slight nod to have Tony opening his door, and walking around to his own side of the car, his bag getting tossed in the backseat as he got in. Tony made quick work of backing out and getting them on the road towards the arcade. It was a little more crowded than usual, but it was a Friday night – the crowds were inevitable.

As promised, Peter cashed out a $10 bill and split the quarters between them. Tony directed them towards the skee-ball immediately, his curiosity in Peter’s talent wining out over the need to kick some ass in Street Fighter. The way Peter’s eyes lit up said he made the right choice and for a solid 20 minutes, Tony watched in awe.

“The trick is to aim the ball high on the side so that when it banks, it catches the lip of the double bonus,” Peter muttered, his arm swinging gracefully, the ball doing exactly what he described. Ticket after ticket came barreling out of the game. The thought of having the skee-ball machines turned off because of too much prize distribution was quickly becoming a reality.

Unable to contain himself after Peter’s 8th game and the smiles that came with every play, Tony placed a hand on the other’s hip. The touch was enough for him to turn around, Peter’s hands wrapping around his shoulders tightly. They didn’t need to be making out in the arcade, but a kiss or two wouldn’t hurt anyone. Meeting in the middle, their lips met in a soft kiss – the shockingly familiar feeling of Peter against his front overtaking him.

The sudden shout of his name had him pulling back – the sound of Steve’s voice unmistakable. Tony thought about letting his lips linger, the forceful tone of his friend’s shriek one he didn’t like very much. Deciding against that, Tony detached from Peter completely, his hands drifting to settle into the depths of his pockets.

“Stevie – surprised to see you here,” Tony answered, his eyebrows quirking. Since he started to hang out with Peter, the rest of his friend group didn’t go out of their way to spend too much time with him. The usual nights of hanging out with a big group were reduced to Peter and Tony – something he actually wasn’t upset about at all.

Steve settled in front of him, Bucky and Clint on his flanks. “What did he do to gain your loyalty like this? Everyone else is pissed about tonight and you’re here making out with the person wreaking havoc.” Steve’s voice sounded petulant, the cross of his arms adding to the effect.

“Wreaking havoc? Steve, can you hear yourself? Peter is here living his life – which happens to include playing football on the same team that you do. What’s happening here has nothing to do with loyalty. He’s better than you, that’s all there is to it,” Tony stated bluntly – his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn’t sure if that was the right approach to take – but there wasn’t much to be done about it now.

His friend looked taken aback for a second, the blue of his eyes darkening. “How could you choose him over us? We’ve been your friends since birth, Tony.” The words were cutting and by the barely withheld smile on his face, Steve knew it, too.

“The fact that you’re playing that card is exactly why I’ll gladly stand by Peter. You’re too wrapped up in your own shit to realize that the team did well tonight – no matter how bad you felt about standing on the sideline, you should know how important that is. My friendship with you should not depend on my relationship with Peter. You’re my best friend, Steve – but I’m not going to let you make that sort of decision for me.”

In retrospect, he should have seen the punch coming – Steve got angrier with every one of Tony’s words. Throughout their life, Steve had been known to speak with his hands before thinking it through. It still stung, though – the throb of the punch and the fact that Steve delivered it at all. His hand shot up to cradle his cheek, a bruise already starting to form there.

It looked like Peter was going to try and retaliate, so Tony moved in front of him quickly. “It’s not worth it,” Tony whispered before Peter could protest or try and move him out of the way. He could do it, they both knew that; the sound of his voice must have reached something in him – Peter stopped in his tracks.

“I think you’re going to really regret doing that, Steve. Not because I’m going to hold it against you, but because you’re going to feel like a total asshole when I don’t.” Tony flashed him a smirk, his cheek smarting at the movement. Softening his voice, Tony spoke again. “Please get the fuck out of here, man. I think we’re done for the night.”

Despite the stupidity he just showed, Steve nodded stiffly and turned around to walk out the door. He shot a remorseful look over his shoulder, but Tony ignored it, his attention shifting back to Peter, instead. He let out a soft moan when the coolness of Peter’s hand touched his cheek, the other’s grip there locking their gazes. “Thanks for not letting me beat the shit out of him,” Peter whispered, his nose brushing against Tony’s.

Soaking up the touch, Tony felt himself smiling. “That’d make him right. The key is to always be one step ahead.”

Peter let him go then, his eyes drifting towards the entrance. “Want to get out of here?” he asked, the adrenaline of the situation obviously sucking the fun out of the great time they were having right before it.

Without thought, Tony nodded, his eye throbbing as he did. Grinning, he grabbed for Peter’s hand and twined their fingers together, his grip tight. “Yeah, I really do,” Tony answered, the feeling of how right that was on so many levels washing over him.

Between the contentment and the big grin Peter kept on shooting his way, Tony figured a punch in the face wasn’t the worst thing to take in the name of love.

#starker #ironspider #bobbie writes #nonnie #anonymous #go play your video games

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King of Prism SSS Episode 12 commentary (FINAL!)

Crunchyroll was awesome this time!

No significant complaints on the subs!

You guys were awesome this time!

So many people stuck around for the late viewing in the stream and even after just to chat!

Now on to the actual episode.

Once again sorry this is so long. But with this being the last one, can you really blame me.....?

.....As much I love this episode, this scene was just so painful. Worse than Shine’s show. Worse than that whole last episode combined.

A lot of my predictions about Part 4 were wrong (will discuss later) but I was absolutely sure of one thing. I knew no matter what happened in Part 4 just one thing was FOR CERTAIN. And that was... I was going to have to see Shin cry. This precious boy who deserves nothing but love is going to suffer. And I tried to prepare myself. I tried.

But somehow. Even though I knew. EVEN THOUGH I KNEW... It was way worse than I could have ever imagined.

I always assumed he would cry because he found out about something terrible about the past. But instead HE NEVER KNOWS THE TRUTH and we get him sobbing over something entirely NOT HIS FAULT... in front of everyone.... HOW.... HOW COULD THEY.... DO THIS... TO.... HI...M................

This scene upsets me so much I don’t know if I have ever even seen the whole thing. I always end up turning away at some point, or just curling up into a ball.....

Did anyone else feel like they were watching a totally different anime for a few seconds here? I’m having trouble telling if the style actually changed or if I.... just am not used to seeing Shin make expressions like this............. ba.....by..............

Leo always cries when anyone else is crying.

Even though everyone claps for him at the theater at cheering shows, it doesn’t make me feel better. AT ALL. Because Shin never knows the truth. NONE OF THEM DO. Okay we’ll talk about this more later but just..... gah it hurts........................................ So much that it actually hindered my enjoyment of what amazing thing comes next......

Back in the first movie era, the idea of a full CGI show of the Edel Rose boys with Shin as center was something that I could not imagine coming true even in my wildest dreams. And I love this show. I just wish it wasn’t proceeded by so much suffering.

Shin being their center was something they decided at the Christmas live (before performing Dramatic Love for the first time) BTW. While it seems obvious to us that Shin would be center, it wouldn’t necessarily be as such in-universe. They had to decide at some point! And I’m glad it was a part of that story.

I LOVE THESE OUTFITS.

THEYRE PERFECT. The rainbows, the stars, the colors. Everyone looks AMAZING. And I know the rainbows are probably an homage to Over the Rainbow... BUT..

its just so gay

Prism stone beam???

This is orange I guess? It looks more yellow to me. A lot of the hand colors are kinda vague and I’m just like... WHO DID YOU TOUCH

For anyone who read my I THINK I MARRIED ALL THE EDEL ROSE BOYS. OR THEY MARRIED EACH OTHER. ANYWAY EVERYONE IS MARRIED NOW shitty out of context spoiler I wrote in a comment obviously it was this ahahaha

I really do love this show, and like with the new Shuffle’s show last week I’m so glad I can finally watch it without the.... suffering.

The first time I saw this in theaters, this exact frame right here was when I first started feeling any semblance of better after all that had happened. He looks so confident and gallant and his eyes are shining and he just.... Shin............... I love you so much....................................................................

Also this is a good spot to talk about their feathers I guess. So these are different from the other (male?) wings Shine had. Why? What does that mean?

*throws hands in the air*

So, some folks may not be aware of this but the feathers from Rainbow Live were a feature of the arcade game.

You could unlock them by raising the PairTomos, and even the night dream feathers look like they were available at one time during an event it seems?? I am not entirely sure how it all worked since I never played the game back in the heyday. (You can no longer obtain all the feathers now even if you bring a memory card to a currently running Pretty Rhythm machine since some just aren’t available anymore.)

But anyway, the actual point I was trying to make is that the feathers had a set structure within Rainbow Live since it was grounded by the arcade game. But in King of Prism...... that just kinda do what they want.... s....o.............

The first time I went to cheering for this it was the premiere date, and it was also the first time I ever did cheering the same day. In between the morning/midnight showing a whole bunch of people had the idea to go to the 100 yen shop and get glowstick rings just for this scene. I was like daaaamn.

But then...

Our first official non-Crunchyroll translation of prism no kirameki?

Even the Juuouin group worships “the prism”.

And I can’t help laugh at the irony that Crunchyroll abandoned using “the prism” but also just ignored the translation ALREADY ON SCREEN

I can’t take his scream here. It’s just like.... HE WAS ALREADY DYING, WHY DID THEY HAVE TO SPEED UP THE PROCESS.

LOUIS.

LOUIS NOOOOOOOOO.

Even as late as it is, I am really, really grateful how they took a few seconds to establish for the new audience exactly how much of their shows are powered by prism sparkle.

Note that they did not change out of their costumes though. But my headcanon on this is that Leo just prefers to make the real thing because he can.

Singing at cheering shows is also everything I have ever wanted.

I feel bad though since I pretty much always get tongue tied here every time. It’s hard to just sing acapella to a song you’re not that familiar with. Especially with the sparkely lyrics appearing and disappearing like this. I actually don’t hear that many other people singing in the theater, perhaps for that reason? But I always try my best.

And now that this is finally out, I can finally practice at home and nail this down with confidence just in time for...... SSS to leave theaters..... um............ ye....ah........

I also mess this up like every single time ahaha. It’s just slightly too fast for me to read.

Someday I will succeed in properly marrying all of the Edel Rose boys. Someday.

(Also I don’t think this was rainbow-colored in the theatrical version.)

So Edel Rose and all their fans just up and created a prism goddess so we don’t need the prism gods anymore. Can they do that? Can we do that? I guess we can!

WE DID IT GUYS

It’s oddly fitting that Hijiri is kind of an ugly crier. I mean, he’s just so beautiful the rest of the time. It’s only right.

So let’s unpack this for a sec. Unbeknownst to them, because the Edel Rose boys all married each other they put a new seal on Shine. But this seal is entirely dependent on their marriage their bond with each other.

How literal is that I wonder?

Because like.... Edel Rose won’t last forever. Kakeru, Minato, and Yukinojo are gonna be going to college in a year and a half.... ahah ha.....

I just imagine like. A couple of them meeting on the street in the distant future being like “Oh man I haven’t seen you in forever!” “Yeah! We really lost touch! Hey, have you heard from Shin lately?” “No, you?” And behind them is like a TV report of Shin become Shine destroying a city or something.

.....................Reminder again that this commentary is coming from the place where I am after having a couple months to let this all sink in and get to the point where I am comfortable joking about it.... ahah ha........

This is one of my coping mechanisms for dealing with the idea that my favorite character basically has the devil living inside of him trying to take over at any moment.....

Another one is thinking back to older King of Prism media and wondering what Shine was doing at that time. Like, I imagine him floating there inside Shin all bored and pissed off making sarcastic comments at whatever the Edel Rose boys are doing. And I find this hilarious for some reason. I’d make a webcomic about it if I could draw.

ANYWAY

So my understanding of this scene (which may or may not be totally correct) is: The Edel Rose boys’ rings put a seal on Shine which drags him down back into the depths of where Rinne first plunged him. But before he goes, he installs(?) his powers into Shin so that Shin is free to use Shine’s powers on his own now. (Up until now he was just like borrowing them?)

If you also briefly wondered how they could have gotten a perfect score after failing a jump, my guess is the Prism System just wasn’t recording at that time due to the lack of prism sparkle ahah ha.

They absolutely mopped the floor with the new Shuffle, and it did not matter.

What makes this so nuts to me is that even before I saw Part 4, like way back after I first saw episode 5 I was already comparing Joji to a twisted Hiro. (Elaborated on this in my episode 5 post.) And then this aha.

So in the theatrical version I swear the crowd here has light blue lights. And I wondered if it was on purpose to be like inverted Hiro (who goes from light blue -> yellow in the Prism King Cup, so Joji went yellow -> light blue?) but nope, I guess somebody just forgot Joji’s theme color is yellow ahaha. In the TV version they just made it multi-colored.

So to add more context to some things, you may remember I mentioned before that Part 4 premiered in Japanese theaters in the gap between when Taiga and Kakeru’s episodes aired on TV. So by the time Joji’s episode aired on TV... I already knew this was gonna happen. I already knew we were watching the number one prism show. THE CHAMP. The only 2D prism show.... SO MUCH IRONY.

But you know what. Despite his show being what it was..... After all the time to let it sink in.. After all the dust has settled.... the one solo song which is my clear favorite..... The only one which has gotten stuck in my head WAY MORE than ANY other.... is Joji’s.

(Well, Ace’s. But still.)

So.

Congrats Prism Champ.

Never thought I’d say this but poor Jin. Even when he ACTUALLY TRIES to do something fair for once...... still......

(Goddammit Shine.)

Poor Joji? Or not. It’s hard to feel bad for him when he’s THE PRISM CHAMP ahaha. Like. He made it. He has everything he ever strived to obtain. On the surface anyway.

How Nori-kun feels about this though, who knows. Will we ever?

DOES IT REALLY NOT? Haha I really don’t understand this at all. Like. Was it really political pressure? Did Jin fold since he didn’t win in the way that he wanted to? Did Kakeru pull some strings behind the scenes again?

*throws hands in the air*

AND THIS

It’s framed to be this super significant scene but

WHAT DOES IT MEANNNNNNNN

I have already touched on this in separate posts, and this post is so long already that I’m going to kind of leave it hanging here but I consider Kakeru’s plot in SSS to be a loose end. He was the only boy who did not have a plot with some kind of resolution about himself. Instead Kakeru’s plot was only about other people.....

FINALLY, the ultimate conclusion to the infamous curry plot of Pride the Hero.

AND FINALLY

YOU

GUYS

I WAS SO MAD

The official King of Prism Twitter and such were actually pretty good at hiding Dorachi before Alexander’s episode aired. But Torachi was just EVERYWHERE and I was like COME... ON. REALLY.

So you may have noticed this but he was added to the opening too. For us seeing SSS in the theaters, we only get one OP per showing. So this means Japan actually got this spoiled before episode 10.

But I didn’t. I didn’t even notice because I just wasn’t thinking to look for it. (Also I guess sitting in a terrible seat to the far right twisting my neck at an angle may have had something to do with it but.) When I first saw the reveal of Torachi in episode 12 it was TOTAL SURPRISE for me......

But as much as I love Taiga though, Dorachi is my clear favorite. My Dorachi merch collection will start as soon as I can get my hands on ANYTHING

Also I wonder at what point Alexander figured out that DJ COO was Rei, because he sure knows now ahah.

But anyway, speaking of spoilers....

I know I said at one point Nikkanen and the twins didn’t have any significant appearances in SSS, but that was before Part 4 and I just decided not to correct that and let you guys be surprised AHAHAH you’ll just have to hate me *BLASTS OFF INTO THE SUNSET*

(I’m so glad they seem to have cleaned up Nikkanen’s face a little. He looked so weird in the theater. Or like.... weirder at least.)

(If you don’t know these boys they are already established characters introduced on the Prism Rush mobile game.)

And what do THESE feathers mean.....

LOUIS ISN’T DYING ANYMORE DONT CARE *NYOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM*

By the way I can’t believe the prism sparkle disappearing and Louis becoming the protector of the world WAS FORESHADOWED IN ROAD TO SSS 9. That’s why I reblogged this post the other day.

It’s so funny how much of Road to SSS didn’t matter. Then you get to event 9 and LITERALLY EVERYTHING MATTERS.

And again.... speaking of spoilers............

The week before Yu’s episode aired I AGONIZED about whether to put in some kind of vague hint that the Edel Rose boys new unit name was revealed in that episode (as part of Yu’s prism jump). Ultimately I decided not to. Because even though I didn’t figure it out at the time, I think with even a vague hint I probably would have. Because even when I saw it back then I was like.... “...... huh........”

So you’re just gonna hafta haaaaaaaaate ahahaahah ha sorry

But anyway! Now I can finally stop referring to our seven stars as the “Edel Rose boys” and from now on call them SeptEntrion! Since calling them just the “Edel Rose boys” isn’t really accurate anymore since it would also include the twins and Nikkanen, etc. I’m happy that the main seven finally have a good name to distinguish them.

(Now I need to learn to remember how to spell SeptEntrion....)

Also

You guys in the livestream ruined this for me so I’m ruining it for everyone too.

Look at the red letters.

Then flip over your desk and storm out of the room like I almost did when I noticed.

WHY

THERE IS NO WAY THAT IS NOT ON PURPOSE

WHY

So, a few weeks ago I was in Tokyo and I decided to stop by the Yotsuya station area.

I found the site of the supposed Yotsuya Credit union (which is actually a lottery ticket stand) and the KPO KFC almost immediately.

I also found out there is a Catholic university in the area, and although it doesn’t look anything like Edel Rose that seems like not a coincidence.

So I started to walk around that area, but try as I might I could not find any little shopping streets like the one in the anime. The area didn’t look like it would have that sort of place at all. Also it was POURING RAIN, I was just at Aqours 5th live the previous day, I had at least 6 hours to get home, and I was anxious to make it there with plenty of time for the stream of Alexander’s episode which we were doing that night. I decided to give up and head to the KFC to console myself over chicken, coleslaw, and biscuits before beginning the journey home when LOW AND BEHOLD

RIGHT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE KFC

WAS THIS

IT DOES EXIST

And there is not nearly enough room for SeptEntrion to perform here ahaha.

I can’t help but notice that while they used Prism One performance snapshots for all the other boys, Shin is in his old Over the Sunshine outfit. Well I mean. OF COURSE HE IS. But.....

But I really can’t help but wonder what the boys are thinking nowadays in retrospect about what happened.

I mean, not that they shouldn’t love and trust Shin. Of course they should.

But if my friend turned to pure evil for a solid 15 minutes I would be.... CONCERNED for him? ?? To say the least.

The fact that THEY DONT KNOW AND MAY NEVER KNOW really just eats at me

I suppose Louis or June could tell them. But I don’t think Louis ever will since he just wants to protect Shin, and June..... where would she even start.

Not to mention what does Yamada-san think about how Shin just BECAME Wataru Hibiki like I.... I just have several questions but......

The cheering audience for the half second we can see Torachi here: “..............................................................AHHHHH!..................................................”

I wondered for weeks what the TV ED would be for this episode, and as soon as Boy Meets Girl started playing I was like...... OF. COURSE.

Hahah I’m glad though. So far the only SeptEntrion version Boy Meets Girl we’ve had was live (at MRS) and I often thought of ripping the audio from the DVD just to have it, but now I won’t have to. The TV audience never got to hear the theatrical ending 366 Love Diary though, which is kind of a shame. That song is such a big part of SSS to me.

So when we do the livestreams, I often have the live episode playing on my actual TV with the sound off. The stream is delayed by a few minutes so it’s been great for cues to help prepare stuff to type into the chat about things coming up.

While you guys were still in the meat of this episode, I casually glanced over my shoulder and saw THIS on my TV

Shin in the outfit Leo originally made him for the Prism One.

And just started having a seizure that lasted until the credits ended BECAUSE THEN THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE.

Playing to the left is the theatrical weekly video we got in the third week of Part 4.

(It has actual dialogue in the theaters, but here they just muted it and laid it over the credits. I went to the theater yesterday JUST to take notes on this for you guys ahaha. Glad I didn’t need to though.)

But like. When I first saw this in the theaters...

I was so SO sure this was a joke. I mean Prism 2!?! Seriously!?

But now I don’t know WHAT to think.

ESPECIALLY ABOUT THIS

But um. Someone tell me the anime references I’m missing here:

And which of these are newly revealed YMT29 boys ahah:

And..... that’s it....

This is Louis’ coded way of telling Shin he’ll love him forever I guess.

Aw man

you guys

we made it

ROUND OF APPLAUSE

Ahhhhhhhhhh

ITS BEEN A JOURNEY

So Part 4 turned out way differently than I predicted. When the episodes were first announced and episode 12 was “Unknown”, my immediate thought was “it’s gonna be Shine.” Especially since the quote for Shin’s episode was something like “what have I done,” I assumed he would gain some memories of the past in episode 11 and was talking about something he/Shine did in the past. Then I thought Shine would perform in episode 12 and cause a bad end. Even though we knew Edel Rose was scheduled for a unit performance, I was skeptical if it would actually happen or not as I doubted Shin would be in any condition to perform in episode 12. (I also wondered if maybe we already HAD already seen their unit show in the OP and thus wouldn’t be getting a new song.)

But when the CDs were announced and I saw the last one said “unit song” I was like.... ohhh.... I guess they will perform as a unit after all? That’s good?

Turns out I was right at least in predicting that Shine would get a show, but not that he would STEAL SHIN’S SHOW, and that Shin’s “what have I done” quote was about THE PRESENT DAY and something that Shin DID NOT DO. AHHH THE PAIN.

Although it really cuts me deep that Shin never learns the truth, I am grateful we got that unit show and a happy ending.

But....

OR IS IT?

says a voice in my head.

Shine’s coming back someday. And we can’t kill him without blanking Shin. Hghkhgkdhlkdh.

If I didn’t know any better I’d say the grand endgame climax of King of Prism would be SeptEntrion teaching Shine to love. But we already know from director spoilers that supposedly the grand climax is about saving Jin. I have a sinking suspicion Shine and Jin may be connected in some way though.

Who fucking knows where we’re going from now.

Other than WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON with Jin, another one of my big questions is does the Prism King Cup even matter anymore? Since the Prism One was supposed to replace it, but that didn’t go so well. HAHAH are we REALLY doing the Prism Two come on now..........

But anyway. I suppose there is no point in drawing this out it any further

for now

this is THE END

Thank you all SO MUCH for coming on this journey with me

It’s been such a joy sharing all this with you

And I hope to see you around

SHINY SEVEN STARS FOREVER

EDEL ROSE SPARKING

#king of prism #king of prism sss #shiny seven stars #king of prism shiny seven stars #kinpri

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