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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years

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Part 5- Shape of My Heart

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Falling in love with someone you can never have is the worst feeling in the world...

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Part 4 Part 6

Note: School is starting for me which means I more than likely won’t get to update as often, but I am still going to try! I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Rudy was wrapped around me like a koala bear, soft snores falling from his lips. The sun was shining through the curtains, a perfect day to go swimming. Luckily since I had met them all at the beach, they had already seen me in a bathing suit. I tried to extract myself from my current position, but Rudy’s hold tightened on me the more I moved. I huffed, debating on just waking him up. I tried one more time, a groan sounding from the man next to me.

“Stop moving,” he whined, his deep morning voice sending chills all over me.

“It’s prime tanning time Ru, let me up.” I chuckled.

“I’m comfy,” he mumbled, cuddling further into me.

“We have plenty of days to be lazy, come on.” I encouraged, patting his shoulder.

He huffed dramatically, flipping off of me. I jumped up, filing through my stuff to get my bikini. I jumped when I turned around, not expecting Rudy to be right behind me. He stared into my eyes, making me a bit nervous. He pulled me into a hug, laying his head on my shoulder.

“I’m tired.” he grumbled, his lips brushing my skin.

“You don’t have to come with me if you want to sleep.” I offered, rubbing his naked back.

“I don’t want to be by myself.” he complained, moving to kiss where his lips hit my skin.

I froze in place, not sure what to do now. I was confused, scared, and now horny. I shuffled lightly in his hold, trying to act like what he did wasn’t affecting me in a major way. He sighed, pulling away. I smiled as I trekked to the bathroom, millions of thoughts racing in my head.

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Maddie C and Chase were already out in the pool when Rudy and I came down, Chase begging Maddie to get in with him. I threw my towel down on the chair, busting out some tanning oil spray. With the help of Maddie, I doused myself to hopefully bring some color to my pale features. Back home the weather couldn’t seem to make up its mind, sometimes being really hot one day then freezing the next. I sat down on the chair, my legs on either side as I scrolled through my phone for a minute. Rudy sat on the open space, looking at me expectantly.

“What?” I laughed.

“You did not drag me from my peaceful slumber to just sit here, get in the pool.” he commanded, pointing at where Chase was standing.

“I want to lay out for a little bit,” I scoffed, moving my legs to his lap since he wouldn’t move.

“Baby, get in the pool now!” he exclaimed, a grin coming to his face.

“Oh my god if you’ll shut up!” I huffed, glaring at him as he cheered.

I dipped my toe in the water, surprised that the water was actually warm. I felt Rudy’s presence behind me again, his hands gripping my hips.

“Don’t you dare!” I hissed, whipping around to grab his wrists.

“What? I’m not doing anything.” he innocently tilted his head.

“I’m getting in, don’t fucking push me.” I giggled.

“You mean, like this?” he questioned, taking a head start to push both of us in the pool.

I resurfaced, pushing my wet hair back. Rudy came up a second later, wisely he swam a little ways towards the deeper end of the pool. I turned around, deciding to give him the silent treatment. Chase and Maddie were cackling at us, Maddie gripping her stomach from how hard she was laughing. I swam to the shallow side, purposefully not looking at Rudy.

“You’re in trouble now Ru,” Chase grinned, quirking a brow.

“I’m hungry, you guys ok with me running to McDonald’s?” she asked, earning a nod from me.

Chase and her headed out, leaving just Rudy and I. I heard him swim closer to me, I made sure to keep myself from looking at him. He stood in front of me, my eyes casting down into the pool. I pouted, hoping he would feel bad.

“Are you really not talking to me?” he asked, silence from my end.

“Y/n...babe, talk to me. I’m sorry.” he whined, flopping himself in my arms.

I didn’t move though, trying my hardest to not smile. He wrapped himself around me like a child, not letting go of me even when I tried to pry his arms away. He buried his head in my neck, crying dramatically.

“Baby I’m sorry, please talk to me!” he cried, I couldn’t contain my smile anymore.

I busted out laughing, throwing my head back. He pulled his head back to grin at me, his eyes shining in the sun. I caught his gaze, the both of us going silent. Rudy stood to his full height, caging me in by putting his arms on either side of me. My breath hitched in my throat, having to lean my head back since he towered over me. He leaned closer, forehead coming to rest on mine. Our lips just brushed together when a voice sounded out.

“Hope we aren’t interrupting!” Maddie B yelled, her girlfriend Mo and JD trekking behind her.

“I was wondering when I would see your face JD,” I chuckled, swimming closer to the edge where they were.

“We missed you at dinner last night man.” Rudy spoke, bro hugging JD.

“Glad you could make it college girl!” JD smiled.

“Hey girlie long time no see!” Mo greeted, leaning down to hug me.

“So glad to see you Momo,” I grinned.

JD and Rudy ended up getting in a major splash war, which gave me enough time to escape the water so I could lay out for at least a few minutes. I chatted with the girls, Maddie C and Chase coming back finally. Maddie C passed out our food, Chase joining Rudy and JD.

“So y/n, what was that we walked in on?” Maddie B asked, Mo wriggling her brows.

“Nothing,” I murmured.

“Wait, what?” Maddie C inquired.

“That was not nothing and you know it.” Mo inputed.

“Ok...we might have almost kissed, but I think it was just an in the moment kind of thing.” I shrugged.

“Y/n, stop being so delusional.” Maddie C ordered, as if it could just be that easy.

“You guys just don’t get it.” I murmured, my mood taking a huge downfall.

“Then help us understand,” Maddie B said, placing her hand on my arm comfortingly.

“I was bullied...for my entire life because I’m not thin. Never had a boyfriend, never even kissed a guy, and I’m just scared. I’m scared it’s too good to be true, and Elaine seems to have something for Rudy anyways...I don’t want to get in the middle of that.” I rambled.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. You know you’re one of our best friends, every single person here loves you. You are beautiful y/n, if anything you’re way out of Rudy’s league.” Maddie B informed, Maddie C and Mo agreeing.

“Our lives wouldn’t be the same without you y/n, I think you have a killer bod babe. I’m sure Rudy thinks the same or he wouldn’t stare at you all the time.” Maddie C giggled.

“Thank you guys, I just don’t want to read too much into things...I don’t want to get my hopes up. My heart’s been broke too many times I don’t think I could handle it, especially with Rudy. I couldn’t bear to lose him...” I sighed, looking at the boys who were wrestling each other.

“Are you ladies just going to sit there all day?” JD shouted, splashing water at us.

“We’re talking shit about you all.” I laughed.

“That’s not surprising, that’s all you girls do.” Chase scoffed, running his hand through his wet hair.

“After I took care of you last night...that’s a low blow babe.” Rudy sighed, shaking his head. JD quirked a brow at his friend, looking to Chase. The man shook his head, I guess signalling he didn’t know what was going on.

“That’s what you get for taking up the whole bed.” I smirked, a mock offended expression on Rudy’s face.

“I’ll remember this,” he nodded.

“Oh come on guys, we don’t want to hear about you all doing the nasty.” Maddie C groaned, both Rudy and I’s cheeks turning a bright red.

“It wasn’t like that.” I griped, shoving her slightly.

Chase used the moment we were distracted to snatch Maddie C up and throw her in the pool, a scream escaping her as she hit the water. I cracked up as I watched them play fight in the water. I started to get hot, the LA sun taking its toll. I sat on the edge, my legs dangling in the pool. Rudy swam closer to me, standing between my legs.

“Get in with me,” he pleaded, tugging on my arms.

“I will, just give me minute to get used to the water Ru.” I giggled.

We swam for hours, my chest hurting from how much I had laughed. It distracted me from my internal thoughts about what happened earlier with Rudy almost kissing me. I wondered if he really did like me, or if this was some kind of game. I didn’t think Rudy was the type for games so I scratched that off my mental list, but I just couldn’t fathom how he could possibly have feelings for me.

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All of us somehow ended up in my room, scrolling on the TV to find a movie. We had just about everything from Chase’s pantry on the bed, drinks sitting on the end tables. JD wanted to watch a scary movie, the girls protesting against it. Call me weird, but I loved scary movies. The thrill always excited me, so his choice didn’t phase me at all.

“Y/n, you’re our guest.” Chase said, everyone looking to me.

“I love scary, but if no one else wants to watch it I’m cool with whatever.” I shrugged.

The guys cheered, JD choosing Insidious, one of my all time favorites. Rudy cuddled me close to him, his eyes intently focusing on the screen. I had seen the movie millions of times, so the jump scares didn’t get to me anymore. I cackled when one of the girls would scream, or the guys would shout. Rudy hid his face in my neck at some parts, his hold on me tightening. Once the ending credits rolled, we put on a Disney movie to calm everyone’s nerves. My eyes began to droop, my head falling on Rudy’s chest. He played with my hair, his soft movements lulling me to sleep.

“You ever gonna grow some balls bro?” Chases asked.

“I don’t even know if she likes me back man,” Rudy sighed.

“You all are so perfect for each other, better shoot your shot before it’s too late.” Maddie C spoke.

“Yeah I guess you’re right, I’ve made it so blatantly obvious, but she doesn’t seem to respond.” he rambled.

“Talk to her about it, not gonna hurt anything to have that communication.” Maddie B said.

“I think I might just do that, I can’t wait any longer for her to catch the hint.” he sighed.

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htownsmash · 4 years

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YY: Hero Slut

Inspired by Yagami Yato’s audio of the same name. I promised a fic a while back and it was supposed to be for Halloween, but here it is. I, personally, really love this fic and wanted to share it with my fellow Shiggyfuckers（╹◡╹）

MC has she/her pronouns and is in a relationship with Pro-Hero Deku! Shiggy being the dirty, rat bastard that he is wants a piece for himself, too. Use Interactive Reader extension to add your name! 💕

TW: DUBCON

MC allowed an elderly man and the costumed child with him pass her by with a soft, friendly smile. She felt someone knock her shoulder aggressively as they passed, not bothering to turn around or apologize and she frowned. She decided to let it go. It was her day off and she wasn’t about to let some jerk ruin her day.

She made her way through the crowded subway, swaying back and forth as the train moved fast. She found herself a seat and sighed in relief, when the next stop came up. She still had a long way to go before she could get off, absently patting her bag.

MC checked the tags under her Hero name, scrolling through Deku, Bakugo and Todoroki’s usual top hits and thirsty fangirls. Even on her page they dominated the scene and she hummed in disappointment. Even on Halloween when she decided to wear a cute mask, no one seemed to talk about it. She looked up and caught a pregnant woman enter the train and watched as her eyes scanned for a place to fit into. “Oh, Ma’am, please you can take my seat.” She volunteered as she stood up, a small selfish part of her hoping the woman would recognize her out of her Hero costume.

The woman rushed along with a grateful smile, but little else as she sat down with a tired huff. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem.” She replied as she picked up her bag and made her way to another section of the train mildly disappointed.

Shigaraki had noticed the Heroine first, testing the waters earlier when he bumped into her shoulder forcefully. She hadn’t yelled at him or even followed after for an apology like he had been expecting. He looked around the train for something else to do when he spotted her again and he grinned.

“Hey, you.” MC heard someone call out and she realized it must have been directed at her. She turned to see the same hooded man that had bumped into her earlier. “Yes, you, come here.” He called for her with a devious grin underneath his own mask and she frowned, but moved towards him anyway.

Shigaraki looked down at her with a grin as she gave him an annoyed smile. “Hello,” she greeted him, but a small part of her wondered if he recognized her outside her job. Was he a fan? “Is something wrong?”

“Oh...” He backed up towards an empty seat and crept his hand up her back. “I’m just a little villian, who happens to be lost.” He said playfully as he gripped the back of her neck, keeping his middle finger raised to make sure not to disintegrate her. He enjoyed the sudden look of alarm on her face, keeping her pressed against him as the train came to a stop. “Maybe a Hero like you can give me a hand.” He grinned at his own pun. “Now, here’s where I explain your predicament, little Hero.” Shigaraki leaned in close and took off his mask, gazing down at her so she could fully see his face. “I have my hand around your neck,” he stated as he whispered in her ear. “Struggle or make a scene and I’ll disintegrate you- turn you into a cute pile of dust.” He could feel her hands on his chest release the pressure and she pressed them against her own, covering her chest nervously. “Now, neither one of us want that, do we?”

MC shook her head, completely taken back by her carelessness. That voice... it was the leader of the League of Villians, Tomura Shigaraki. Yes, it was Halloween, but to think a big name villian would come onto the subway on his own? Was he planning to hold the passengers hostage? She felt a wave of fear as his grip curved around to her throat and she instinctively swallowed. It only made him smile even more and she could only glare at him.

“Look at you,” he mumbled mainly to himself as his eyes took her in. He had only been preoccupied with identifying her and following her home. It had been easy enough since she had posted her costume and left her location online. How hard could it be knowing she followed the same route home every other day? He took off her mask and focused on her cute face. Shigaraki had enjoyed her posts, wondering how nice her costume felt up close. “You were just asking for it, weren’t you?” He chuckled darkly. “This one’s just as revealing as your usual uniform. Are you a hero or a slut?” Shigaraki asked teasingly, enjoying the way her legs looked in her cosplay. She must have been on her way home from the big afterparty she had posted about not two hours ago. He thought he smelled the scent of alcohol on her breath. “What a lucky break.”He noticed the way she panted against him. “Does my grip turn you on, Hero?”

MC stayed silent, unsure if she could even speak by the way he gripped her throat, so she kept her angry glare fixated on him.

“Anyway, let’s get down to business,” Shigaraki said as he turned his head, shifting her aside to let a passerby through. “I’ve been watching you, little Hero. Everybody here recognizes you more or less, they know the hero you are, but you’re just not that famous yet. Even with those cute posts on the internet, nobody really knows who you are.” He taunted her, applying more pressure to her throat, enough to get her to open her mouth. “Not like that boyfriend of yours...”

“D... Deku?” She managed to let out, her mouth quivered as she wondered what else he knew- if he had done anything to him.

Shigaraki loosened his grip, “so it’s true.” He grinned, finally confirming why Deku was usually present in her photos. “The brat does have a little hero girlfriend. Well, even the tabloids can get something right once in a while.”

“So what the fuck do you want?” MC found the will to hiss at him. She felt nothing but rage, recalling the history between him and Deku. Remembering that Izuku had told her about their encounter at the mall- the exact same situation that was happening right now.

“So he likes them with a little spice, does he? I didn’t really expect that, to be honest. That pink gravity girl seems more his speed.” Shigaraki teased, taking in the expression on her face. So he hit a nerve, did he? Was she so sensitive about the brat? Was the relationship even public? Things were just looking better for him.

“Did you just come here to talk shit?” She asked impatiently, frustrated by the hold he had on her. She felt disgusted and her face flushed at the now growing bulge in his loose clothing.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” He said suddenly, the back of his knees pressing against the seat on the train. He leaned in close to whisper in her ear again. “You’re going to sit on my lap.” Shigaraki explained, soaking in her shocked expression as she gazed down at his growing erection. Without missing a beat, he added, “yes, I know, that’s my cock. You’re going to sit on it, let me enter that tight little Hero hole. I want you to please me just like you please him.”

Her heart skipped a beat and her face began to burn even more. She gritted her teeth as her gaze shifted to the half full train section. She was fully aware of what Shigaraki was capable of. His Quirk... she could never stop it on her own. Her expression dropped as she realized that it wasn’t as crowded as it usually was, but still, people were there. People would see her. People would know...

Shigaraki noticed the change of attitude. It wasn’t what he expected. Resignation so soon? He needed to rile her up again. It was no fun taking Deku’s girlfriend without a fight. “You’re worried about people seeing you, aren’t you?” He asked and he enjoyed the way she glared at him. His other hand caressed her side, letting it rest against her hip and he pressed his lips against hers roughly, testing the waters even more.

She snapped at him, trying to bite him and his grip tightened. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“I’m already touching you.” He grinned. “You already know what I can do. Not just to you, little hero, but to all these people here.”

“I know.” She responded.

“If you’re worried someone will watch us, I can just get rid of them.” He offered as he pressed a light kiss on her lips again. “Besides, I can see how turned on you are right now... grinding against me... you want that pussy stuffed, don’t you? You want to fuck your boyfriend’s nemesis...”

“You’re disgusting.” She huffed, ignoring the pleasant pressure against her clit as he rubbed himself against her.

Shigaraki chuckled against her ear again, gently biting the cartilage and moaned softly as a wave of pleasure washed over him. “You’re going to tell me you’re not wet right now? I can feel you against me... your body can’t lie to me.” He said.

“But-“

“Don’t like your seat? Would you rather it be Deku’s?” Shigaraki asked her, slyly lifting the bottom of her dress and turned her around, bringing her down with him as he sat down. He freed himself from his pants and used his hand to fix her dress around him. “I’m not even inside you yet, but you’re so warm.” He commented. “Must be that quirk of yours...”

MC furrowed her brows as his head rubbed against her underwear, smearing his precum against the fabric and bumping directly against her clit.

“If you keep shifting around like that, it’ll only make it easier to penetrate you.” He teased as his right hand dipped under the fabric, pressing against her plush pussy and moved her panties aside so he could really tease her.

MC leaned against him as his cock slipped through her folds, brushing against her slowly and kissing her clit with every bump the train hit. “Hmm...” She accidentally let out a soft whimper.

“Oh... what was that?” Shigaraki asked, pressing his mouth against her neck. “That sounded like you’re enjoying what I’m doing to you right now, little Hero.”

“Fuck you.” She cursed at him, gritting her teeth as she felt him adjust the angle of his slow thrusts and bit her lip as he swiftly entered her. “Oh... fuck...”

Shigaraki sunk his teeth into her shoulder, reveling in the bliss of her tight, warm pussy. “Uh, there’s nothing better than having you wrapped around me like this... I can feel it, you know..” He whispered in her ear, “the way you’re fluttering against my cock. You’re so tight... I can see why Deku keeps you.”

She furrowed her brows, doing her best to keep still as she sat on his lap, blushing furiously as the bumps of the train rocked them against each other. “Shigaraki, you’re a pig.” MC huffed, turning her face to catch a glimpse of him.

“Mmm... since I’m inside you, there’s no need to be so formal.” Shigaraki said as his free hand rested on her thigh, rubbing small circles and caressing her. He kissed her cheek, “call me Tomura.” When she refused, he gripped her throat tightly and watched as she tried to challenge him. After the twenty second mark, her expression changed and she began to struggle. “Don’t make a scene, MC. Wasn’t there a pregnant woman on this train?” He said, a satisfied smirk crept on his lips when she finally stopped and he released his grip. “I’ll forgive you this time, but cross me again and you’ll regret it. Now, let’s try again: Call me Tomura.”

She whimpered, lying against his chest and pressed her lips against his ear. “T- Tomura...”

“What a good little Hero.” He chuckled, gripping her thigh to hold her in place. “Do you like to be choked? You’re even wetter than we started. Did I show you a new kink?” He asked, digging his nose into her pretty hair. “I think I’ve punished my little Hero Slut enough.” He said as he moved her hips for her discreetly, keeping his soft moans for her listening pleasure only. “You feel so good around me like this, Hero... I want to hear my name from those pretty lips of yours.”

MC closed her eyes, gripping Shigaraki’s thighs to keep herself steady. “Tomura...” she panted softly, completely hating herself as her body began to move in sync with his.

“That’s it.” He said, pressing his face against her shoulder as he adjusted the angle and went deeper inside her. “Keep moving around like this and I’m going to cum soon.” He whispered. “Wouldn’t that feel so good? I bet you like getting this filthy hole stuffed, don’t you?” He asked her.

She wasn’t sure if it was a rhetorical question or not, but she nodded her head anyway. “Yes...” MC answered as she moved her hips in a circular motion, making him pant against her. She could feel his cock twitch inside her and before she could tell him to stop, he came.

“Oops.” He said, moving his hand away from her throat and caressed her nipples. Even through the fabric, he could feel how hard they were and he wanted to suck on them so badly. He wanted to turn her to face towards him as he pounded into her. “That was my bad.”

“You got what you wanted...” She glared at him, gripping his wrists and pulling his hand away from her breast.

He laughed as the train came to a stop and he settled his hands onto her hips comfortably, spreading his legs a little more. “You didn’t think it was over, did you?” Shigaraki asked with a hint of glee in his voice. “We’re just getting started... besides, what kind of lover would I be if I don’t let you come, too?” He watched as more people gathered around the train a few feet away from them and MC could feel him harden inside her again. “I just need some time to recover, so I’ll just let you be my little cocksleeve for now. If I pull out, you’ll just make a mess and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“...no.”

“Lean against me.” Shigaraki commanded her, wrapping his arms around her and kissed her cheek. “Regardless of what you might think of me, I’m not selfish, Hero.” He said as he sneakily slipped his fingers between her legs. “Tell me you want me to touch that little button of yours...”

She buried her nose in his gross hair, muffling her moans as he brushed his middle finger against her clit. “Tomura...”

“What is it, little Hero?” He grinned as he captured her lips to swallow another moan. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

She furrowed her brows as his cock started to harden inside her. MC didn’t answer, choking back her whimpers as his mouth attached to her neck.

“There’s something about this whole situation that really does it for me, you know?” He said, growling against her ear as he shifted his hips against her and moaned. “I guess you might call me an exhibitionist...”

MC threw her head back, cupping her mouth and pressed her thighs together, accidentally squeezing his hand (minus his thumb) between her legs as she came.

Shigaraki panted as her walls squeezed around him, flooding around him as he continued to rut inside her. “Fuck... you feel so good around me, slut. Come around my cock like that again and I might just fall in love with you.”

MC’s heart skipped a beat as she spotted a patch of blonde hair and she quickly sat up, slapping Shigaraki’s hand away from her breast.

“Is that one of your little friends?” Shigaraki snickered behind her, following her lead as the event just got interesting. “Call him over or I will.” He whispered, letting his hair fall into his face. “Does he know about you and the brat?”

“No.” MC answered reluctantly as she fixed her skirt, looping her legs over Shigaraki’s leg comfortably as she tugged his hood down farther.

“Are you ashamed of me, MC?” He asked with a taunting grin, waiting for her to call the man. “He’s looking this way, maybe I should stand up and introduce myself.”

“I’ll fucking kill you.” She hissed at him, sinking her nails into his thigh. “Shut up.”

“You’re forgetting who you’re talking to.” He said, looping his hand around her hips and caressed the top of her thigh. “It only takes one touch.”

“MC? Is that you?” Monoma grinned widely, surprised to see her sitting on the dark clad man.

“Hey... it’s nice to see you again, Monoma.” MC said with a pleasant smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here... are you patrolling?”

He nodded, crossing his arms as an uneasy feeling began to overcome him. “I didn’t see your... um...”

“Fiancé.” Shigaraki spoke up, reaching a hand out to shake his and MC quickly snatched it back, giving him a light giggle and hugged Shigaraki’s arm.

“Baby, you remember Monoma...” She said as she kissed the back of his hand and set it down on her lap. Shigaraki was careful to keep his pinky off her. “He was in my class...”

“Oh, yes... I remember now.” Shigaraki said in an amused tone, enjoying the way she curled up to him.

Monoma furrowed his brows at her strange behavior, but figured that she was the lovey-dovey type. “I didn’t know you were engaged.” He said, “at least it wasn’t with any of those 1-A losers you were always hanging around with!” He finished with a laugh.

“Like that plain looking guy... what was his name, my love?” Shigaraki asked as he nuzzled her hair, shifting in his seat to sit up straighter.

“Izuku Midoriya...” She answered with a clipped tone.

Monoma sighed, “he was the worst!” He directed towards his classmate’s fiancé as he scanned the train. “A total hero wannabe- always starstruck and babbling like an idiot. The whole class thought they were better than us.”

MC glared at him. “Well, you should probably get back to your patrol.” She said, angrily gripping Shigaraki’s wrists as he gently pressed her against his cock.

Monoma sighed dramatically, completely unaware that Shigaraki had begun to shift in his seat. “But you’re right... I should get back to work.”

Shigaraki spread his legs again, holding her hips and pushing her back down. “I’ll give you A for effort, little Hero.” He said, holding her close. “It felt good knowing I was your fiancé for a while.” He whispered against her skin.

MC sighed, “just finish and leave me the fuck alone.” She said as he continued pumping inside her.

“You’re not going to bother catching me?” He asked curiously as he buried his nose into her hair and took in her scent. “My arrest would put you in the Top Ten.” She didn’t answer him, stifling her moans as she came against him. Shigaraki moaned into her ear, biting the cartilage roughly and squeezed her hips as she clenched around him, milking his cock for the second time. “I’ll cut you a deal, then.”

“What?” She huffed.

“This has become pretty boring.” Shigaraki replied, kissing her softly and moaned against her lips. “I want to take this somewhere else- come with me and I might let you arrest me.”

#tw dubcon #tw cuck #tomura shigaraki #shiggy #bhna 18+#yagami yato

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neshabeingchildish · 4 years

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League of Extraordinary Geniuses || The Prologue

The Girl with the Purple Hair AKA The Smartest Woman in the World

Author’s Notes

‘They just GAVE her this honorific! The Smartest Woman in the World? How insulting! I didn’t spend the entirety of my life working beyond my hardware and having to remodel and upgrade frequently for some normal human girl to get a few degrees and just RECEIVE status as my female counterpart!’

Chase Davenport was in a very bad mood, and currently stuck in his own head. Davenport Industries was donating a dozen high quality, top grade androids to one of its employees, for an assignment in Dystopia, on which she would be attempting to deconstruct and rebuild the city to make it a Davencity - one of the many cities where basically all of the income and resources fit into an ecosystem created and maintained by the success of a Davenport driven economy.

Chase felt like it was gentrification and colonization, but as long as Mr. Davenport saw to it that the people in the communities selected were allowed to stay and contribute, then at least, they wouldn’t be completely taking away people’s homes and lives.

So… more of an occupation of sorts, but… Dystopia was one of those places that was such a mess that ANY change had to be for the better, and it was very close to this lady’s heart, apparently. She’d worked there for many years, traveling back and forth on charity missions between semesters in her academic career, ‘until she ingeniously swindled universities into giving her degrees.’

Chase pulled up her information in his bionic system, something he had been doing quite religiously ever since finding out that he was expected to be a part of these shenanigans. Mr. Davenport lauded this woman as “the person most fit for this job,” and as a condition of Chase’s current position in the company, he would have to shake the hand of this person in front of the world and approve of that sentiment, ‘thus endorsing the so-called “SmArtEst WOmAn In thE wOrld”’

Feeling that she “swindled” universities was unfair, but he was still pretty raw about all of these plans and mostly about that ‘COMPLETELY UNFATHOMABLE TITLE.’ Secretly, he admired her audacity and her follow through. He would never be able to admit it, as long as she was considered his intellectual equal and a high priority for Mr. Davenport.

She began a little challenge that she called "The Degree Collection Challenge." She would contact the Deans of Ivy League campuses and basically profess that she would be able to complete certain degrees in (some unprecedented amount of time), with their permission. Initially, they would agree, out of the pride and certainty that she couldn't do this. It became her brand - doing all of the work possible to earn an official degree in what should have been not enough time. Organizations began to try to monitor her endeavors and make sure she wasn't somehow cheating, hacking, doing SOMETHING illegal to yield the results that she was yielding, and eventually androids were utilized. Universities paid Davenport Industries A FORTUNE to basically stalk this woman with the intent to prove that she was unfairly gaining elite degrees from their institutions.

She kept fairly earning her degrees, racking up work, experience, and notoriety as one of the smartest people in the world and her new title as the Degree Collector, ‘a title she can be worthy of.’

It was on her verified social media, and whenever she went to do interviews and speak at colleges, it would always be on the caption or the headlines. He was fine with that. In fact, after a mention from a fan who said that they would LOVE to see her have a conversation with Chase Davenport, the bionic smartest man alive, she confessed that she was a HUGE follower of his work and would also love a conversation with him. He was flattered. She was famous, in her own right, and smart, as well. Also, she looked pretty in all of the photos and footage he saw of her, so finding out that she was a fan was highly favorable.

Her announcement led to Donald arranging the meeting AND giving her a job in one of his places close to her Alma mater, Harvard. She was already earning him money with the android monitoring systems from several colleges, and he wanted someone that popular and smart under his umbrella. Chase would be her “introduction to Davenport Industries” in her biography, even though he didn’t actually have the opportunity to meet her. In fact, his brother, Leo wound up having to pick her up and getting her settled into her new Davenport provided space, because Chase was out on missions.

She understood. As a self proclaimed huge follower of his work, she knew he went all over the world to tend to various threats, and after a while, the prospect of having a conversation with him became lost and he forgot all about the girl with the purple hair who Donald used as a publicity stunt a few years ago. ‘UNTIL… She became lauded as “the Smartest Woman Alive.”

For THAT to be true, she would need bionic access to all of the world’s information, to computer connections, satellites, etc. She would have to be extraordinary. She was just some woman with a bunch of degrees that she did get impressively quickly for a typical woman… but still… She was just a typical woman and he got frustrated every time he thought about the fact that her title pretended to rival his!

“Mr. Davenport?” He heard from behind him and he cleared off his research and cleared out his eye before turning and seeing a slim, petite, far more beautiful in person than in any of the publicity photos where she was typically working. “Hi!” She said, excited and extended her hand, “Charlotte Page. I know that I’m early, but The Dom said that I could let myself in with my access permissions, and I really wanted to be able to speak with you outside of all of his… panoply.”

Chase shook her hand. It was soft and her handshake was firm. She had on a cream colored pantsuit that fit her form, but was sleeveless and her arms indicated someone who took great care of her body. In fact, her body indicated someone who took great care of her body. And her face, her hair, and so on.

She didn’t look distressed, disheveled, with a mound of purple hair tied up in a puffy, messy bun. She wasn’t to her knees in an assignment or charity work, or in protective gear in her lab, and she wasn’t online, in a dimly lit room, speaking tired, because of the lack of rest she had. Her hair wasn’t purple either, or curly or puffy... It was... they call those goddess locs, if he remembered correctly from having seen the hairstyle before, and hers were a mixture of browns, with golden accents and charms in them.

He saw several superhero emblems - Captain Man, Kid Danger, the Dystopian Defenders, ‘So, she’s a superhero fangirl’ some African symbols and cutesy stuff too, a few lightening rods... She was staring at him and he wondered if he was studying her looks too long.

This was the first time he saw her face to face, and it was an amazing sight. “Well… Nice to meet the…” He paused. He realized at that moment that he had never said it out loud and also that he could not.

“The Degree Collector?” She said, saving him the discomfort of calling her the smartest woman alive. She folded her arms casually and said, “Although, my degrees can’t really be at all impressive to you, with the educational catalog that you’ve got. And for what it's worth, I never actually refer to myself as the other thing, either. When there’s someone like you out there and nobody else comparable, that would seem gauche. Not to mention the fact that my life has been teeming with privilege and opportunities. There’s probably a woman out there right now that might have mollywhopped me in the degree collecting challenge if she had more access and wealth, so… I’m good with being Charlotte Page. Charlotte Page is amazing.”

He relaxed a little and felt secretly justified in his silent protest of her being called that. But, now that it was out of the way, he did have other questions and interests about her that he would have already addressed had he not been simmering in anger. He began with, “What is it about Dystopia that makes you so passionate about it?”

A twinkle sparkled in her brown eyes and she was the prettiest and softest thing he could ever remember, in that moment where she thought about Dystopia. She unfolded her arms and began to move her hands around as she talked, “I think it’s because it was my first chosen home. I decided to go there and try to make a small difference. I brought along the two most important people in the world to me and together, we made it our home, for a little while, but made a big difference in a small span of time. Whenever I had to leave, my heart stayed there. My friends didn’t come with me because there was just so much to do and they felt more needed there than I might have needed them with me.” She called over one of the water boys and grabbed a fresh bottle of water from them. “I was working on a Biological and Biomedical Sciences degree and after only one year of doing that, realized that it would take too long for me to do everything that I wanted to do in Dystopia, or even in this world. SO, I took a note out of my friend’s little sister’s book… She managed to graduate high school early because she had to take so many summer classes. I shot for the same basic principle, but on the college level and once it began to be a thing that I just do… I continued and I use everything that I can to try to make Dystopia better, for my friends and for my fondness of it as the first home that I chose for myself.”

“Wow. I’ve actually never chosen a home, so I don’t know this attachment. Mr. Davenport has orchestrated where I go for all of my life,” he admitted.

“Why?”

“Well… Because, he’s the one in charge,” he said and shrugged his shoulders, slightly embarrassed. She studied him for a while and he felt mildly uncomfortable under her watch, but simultaneously enjoyed the attention.

“At least he’s a genius. The gods know I’ve worked under the control of complete idiots before..” She thought for a little while longer, then added, “But… not genius enough, I would say.” She finally commented and averted her eyes to glance around the room. “He’s definitely probably smarter than me, but nobody’s smarter than you. You’re Smartie GOALS. It doesn’t rationally make sense to me that you’re in a room with someone, but you’re not the one in charge.” She shrugged and called over a recycling collector to pass off her empty bottle. “You know?” She punctuated the thought, hoping she wasn’t completely out of line for speaking it.

He placed his hands in his pockets and said, “I’m always the smartest man in the room… but not necessarily the wisest person, and definitely not always right. There has to be some humility to make our dynamic work, and if there are these gods you speak of somewhere, they know that HE’S not going to have any. I’ve challenged his authority a couple of times, but it never works in my favor. He really has an infrastructure that calls for his leadership.”

“Maybe you need to separate yourself from that infrastructure to reach your fullest potential,” she said. He looked at her, startled and she laughed and shook her hands and head, “Sorry, sorry! I realized after I said it that I totally sound like an up-and-coming supervillain trying to get the smartest man alive in her corner! I’ll shut up immediately about that. It’s just...my parents weren’t really that involved in a lot of my decisions… They did this thing where they raised me from the first moment I seemed cognizant to learn to do for myself. I don’t always understand those of you who have a more codependent situation with your parents. I think that I expected less commitment, since you refer to him as “Mr. Davenport. I don’t even refer to him as Mr. Davenport!”

He just laughed a little. It wasn’t really her business how he was raised in a capsule in a basement, that his biological father was someone else, etc. She was just making conversation, and you don’t spring heavy things on pretty girls in the middle of conversation. That’s how you never get pretty girls. One of the many ways, at least. His list was still growing at this stage in his life.

After a while, Donald Davenport came through with the camera crew and the dozen androids. He and Chase presented Charlotte with the supplies and she gave a thank you speech to him, and to Chase, although with all of the emphasis that she put on Chase in this thank you, she noticed that The Dom took it as a slight against him.

That was one of the reasons she called Donald Davenport, “The Dom,” instead of Mr. Davenport or even Donald. That man would honestly be completely comfortable with total submission from others and she often wondered and worried about his wife with these habits, though his brother, Douglas, told her that the wife “wore the pants” at home. A likely story!

She liked Douglas. He was usually her means of contact. While she did bond with Leo upon her first meeting over their shared experience of limited bionics (and hers being even LESS accessible than his, at the time), it was Douglas that she could count on for fun experiment approval and such. She wished that he was here today, but he had some things to do in Centium City, so he had to miss it. He did promise to help her get settled with the equipment in her Dystopia office, whenever he finished.

After the speech, Chase escorted Charlotte to the shuttle, hating the thought that when this conversation ended, he’d never see her again, and resenting himself for not being able to meet her sooner, or at the very least, to appreciate her for who she was and seemed to be. “Well, thank you for indulging me,” she said. “I’ve wanted to meet you for so long, and now that dream has been achieved!” Her smile was bright and her eyes were hopeful. “Should… we exchange info, or would that be weird for you?”

“NO!” He said, too excitedly, with a chaotic smile, then followed up with, “I mean, no, it wouldn’t be weird! Yes, to we should!”

She laughed uncomfortably and handed him something, “Here’s my contact info.” He looked at the chip inside of the palm of his hand. “New tech that your Uncle Donald and my mentor Schwoz have been working on. It’s an information chip. It basically lets you, as a bionic have access to a normal that you would have to the other bionics.”

“Like… I can track your GPS?”

“On my devices. I don’t have a GPS system in me, but, you definitely have all my numbers, email addresses, etc, and contact with my devices. So… If you don’t get in touch with me this time around, I’ll know that you just didn’t want to.”

“What if I were a stalker?” He asked.

“You aren’t. You’re not the only person who can do extensive research, Mr. Davenport.” She winked at him and he practically melted. ‘Charlotte Page IS amazing.’

Three Years Ago...

She heard an electronic alert in her inner ear and uncovered her forearm to check the notification. She tapped the side of her face a few times in order to translate the message, then delete it. “The drop off is here,” she told Henry and Jasper, over the comm.

“What? We can’t go now!” Henry complained and punched one of the henchmen.

“I know. WE can’t. But, I’ll rendezvous with the supplier and we’ll reassemble at the base,” she said.

“No! That’s too dangerous.”

“Danger is our brand,” she reminded him.

“Defense. Defense is our brand. That’s why we’re called the Dystopian Defende- Cha… Dystress!” He called out loud. But, she was already barreling her way passed the automatic gunfire being aimed at her and dived behind a collapsed statue.

On the comm, she said, “Deflector… Focus on your mission, and I’ll focus on mind. Catch you when we get back.”

“Dystress, you do not have a forcefield and there is gunfire!”

“T-Force is here with the shipment and if they have to leave it at the drop off, you know that everything will be pillaged. The kids need those supplies.” She adjusted her metal glove gauntlet, pressed some codes on her forearm and groaned as she lifted the biggest piece of the statue and flung it at the shooters. Two were crushed and two ran for cover. Henry and Jasper fought with other henchmen as she made a run for it and slid beneath a pulled up piece of gate to get off of the site.

She notified her contact to beg them not to leave, because she was on her way, then proceeded to run for 15 minutes, dodging curious onlookers and maneuvering through sporadic waves of people. Whenever she reached the drop off, her contact was still there. “Max! Thank God you stayed,” she said and rushed to give him a hug.

He smiled, “For you? Of course.” They slapped hands and he shook his in pain and hissed. She was quickly apologetic. She still had on her metal glove gauntlet AND her strength was still enhanced. “Were you in a fight?” He wondered. They were usually the contact and coyote for the charity that Charlotte worked with to get quality supplies brought in - everything from seeds, food, school resources, and hygiene products. Sometimes, they couldn’t even PAY for them in the city, because their charity put a dent in the business of too many crime lords depending on child trafficking, child soldiers, and other exploitation of the impoverished kids of Dystopia. But, Max always seemed far more concerned about how Charlotte was doing than the kids he was helping. She had a feeling that he might have had a crush on her.

“Yeah. I had to leave Deflector and Dogwalk in battle to come collect. Supply theft is one of the few crimes that has INCREASED since we got here. We’re causing such a dent in the organized crime, some of the well kept criminals are turning to petty crimes, and some of the bosses are trying to hit our shipments personally. We need an entire goddamn redo with this place. I’m supposed to be leaving after a short while... I didn’t even want to leave them today for this. I hate that they’ll be fighting crime here, probably until they die!” she complained, knowing that she was exaggerating, but also that Max would let her complain to him.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes, “Hey. You get this stuff to the kids and don’t worry about your team. Give me their coordinates,” he said. He was already in his super suit and mentally prepared for a fight.

She tapped on the screen on her arm, sent the coordinates, and he opened a portal, “This one will bring you and your supplies to the base,” he said. Then another opened beside it, “I’m gonna go make sure that your dudes don’t die.” She covered her heart with both hands as he stepped into the golden light and it evaporated with him going to Henry and Jasper’s aid. Charlotte collected all of her things and stepped into the light. Workers would meet her on the other end.

She came through the other end right outside of the camp, tapped her face twice and her outfit morphed back into regular wear. Her purple hair was even tied up. She took the handle of the trolley and moved towards the base.

And that was exactly what she thought about whenever she walked back onto base with supplies and resources, from Davenport Industries, ready to execute her most ambitious plan ever.

“Is that Charlotte?” Someone asked. She turned to see the director of the charity and was going to go greet her, but “CHAR!!!” from two very eager big boys came roaring towards her as Jasper and Henry ran up to hug her.

Jasper lifted her into the air and spun her around. Henry yanked her down and bear hugged her painfully. “Ummm… Are you two trying to incapacitate me?” She asked. They put her down and she shook the director’s hand. Everyone was talking to her at once, but whenever several jets landed nearby, she grimaced and promised, “I’m sorry, but I have to touch base with T-Force and with my deconstruction team,” she pointed a thumb at each of the jets. “I’ll definitely regroup and do stuff with you guys later, though.” She turned to go towards the jets, and Henry and Jasper frowned.

Though, Henry squeezed Jasper’s shoulder and said, “You know her work is very important.”

“And we’re not?” Jasper wondered.

“Yeah, but… I’m sure she’s on a tight schedule. And that’s millions of dollars of support that she has to oversee. Come on. Let’s start on dinner!”

Charlotte’s heart rate sped up the closer she got to the T-Force jet. She had gotten word specifically from Max Thunderman, himself that he was going to be heading up this mission (which was basically to guard the Davenport staff as they set up operations for the project, personally vowing to guard Charlotte with his life. She didn’t need it, but the sentiment still made her all giddy inside. He’d never know it, though.

Whenever he got out of the jet and approached, advanced and new black super suit with an emblem that rotated fire and ice around a lightning bolt; she dipped her head courteously and said in a calm voice, “Nice to see you, Thunderstrike. How’s the suit working out?” He smiled and pulled her into a hug that she returned, but quickly ended, lest she get caught up in her feelings.

“It’s working out wonderfully. The best fashion designer that I know designed it and the best biological technologist and engineer that I know made it.”

Her face warmed up and she couldn’t believe how after not even seeing him for years, the thought of being around him already had her semi floating. “So, you ready to help me to create a whole new Dystopia?”

“I’m ready to watch your back while YOU create a whole new Dystopia,” he said, with his hands held out.

“That works!” It was a good day for her. She had been able to see her favorite people in the world, and set out on a journey that would maybe rightfully earn her that title that made Chase Davenport cringe.

Throughout the deconstruction, The Defenders kept working Dystopia and with T-Force nearby, Charlotte’s work was able to be done without attacks and theft, AND, she set up daily feeding cycles to discourage stealing and establish healthier diets for less privileged Dystopians. One of the first buildings that was worked on was the high tech, maximum security prison. The other one had been overcrowding since she, Jasper and Henry first came to Dystopia, and Henry had told her that a lot of the lower level criminals were simply released because the courts couldn’t ethically put or keep many of them in there under the population conditions. Charlotte named the place for Max. The Thunderman Super Max Penitentiary of Dystopia. He liked having his name on something and all, but he was more concerned about rehabilitation and reformation. So, she got with an architect for designing a rehabilitation center for criminals and villains who could be redeemed. That one, she put his full name on.

She was working on her favorite thesis during that time on the necessity of superhuman and nonsupers relations for the balance of global inequities and her rapport with Max became a better gateway into the supers world than she previously had, while her relationship with Swellview’s finest gave her the down home and small scale hero angle.

As things became more functional, and more Davencentric, T-Force was reassigned to other missions and the Elite Force would be rushed in for any emergencies in Dystopia. Charlotte was sad to not be able to see Max as much, but it was kind of nice that she got to see Chase sometimes. Unfortunate that it was usually during a crisis, but they actually worked well together in those. The last visit that the Elite Force (his team) came to assist, she was able to show him the Chase Davenport Reference Library of Dystopia. He was honored, though shocked that “Mr. Davenport would approve this.” She laughed about that. She hadn’t gotten approval on anything and as long as the statistics she sent him kept improving, he wasn’t bothering her for it.

In her time there, jobs had been created with the nearly constant building, the pollution problems had been addressed, littering and waste disposal rectified, plant life and trees planted, wastelands beautified, and the corrupt government and laws cleaned up. The head of the charity was now the Mayor and Henry and Jasper inherited the charity and renamed it Budding Flowers. The base was fortified and remodeled, while The Dystopia Defenders’ lair, the Defender Dome, was erected nearby.

Dystopia became the most flourishing Davencity in the world. The Dom loved being “the most” something “in the world,” so she was pretty much set for life and the Defender Dome was the lair that Henry and Jasper had both always dreamed of. She had revived the ecosystem and the economy - not on her own of course, but as the leader of the project, she would get the credit deserved of her work and announce additional credit while in her spotlight. She loved Dystopia, and now, she could always be proud of it... But... She didn’t necessarily want to just quit while she was ahead and rest of the fruits of this venture. Charlotte Page was amazing. One city was absolutely an accomplishment for her to save. But... how much more of the world could she save if she kept pressing forward?

“Charlotte Page is amazing,” she said, looking out of the Defender Dome at the city below that was unrecognizable from all of the before photos taken via satellite and from the place that she lived a year and visited on “breaks” from school. It was a new place. She was capable of possibly molding an entire new world.

#Henry Danger #Lab Rats #The Thundermans #Chasing Thunderbolts Fic #League of Extraordinary Geniuses #LOEG Update #Nesha Fics #Multiverse Fics

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Walk The Red Carpet

Summary: Techno and Dream get invited to a thing and proceed to fangirl

(warning: shenanigans and the writing quality slowly deteriorates but don't mind that-)

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"Aww that sucks," Sapnap whined, making a pouty face. "Will we be able to watch though?"

"Yeah I'm sure you will," Dream reassured, glancing back at his letter. "I don't see why they would do a big tournament without filming it for clout."

"Don't be sound so down Sapnap," Bad chided. "This is a big opportunity for Dream, we should be happy!"

Sapnap sighed, leaning against his hand. "Yeah I know, I just wish we could do it with him too..."

"What'd you say it was called again?" George asked, tilting his head. "Something like the legendary tournament?"

Dream flicked his letter onto the table so the three could read it. "The Tournament of Legends," he replied. "It's kinda like Minecraft Monday but like, better." He gestured his hand vaguely.

Bad glanced at the letter and his eyes widened. "Oh this!"

Dream raised an eyebrow. "You've heard about it?"

"Yeah! Techno was telling me and Skeppy about it!" He sat up and grabbed the paper. "It's also all over twitter, bunch of big minecrafters are gonna be in it apparently."

"Ohhhh so that's what Sparklez was vague-posting about," Sapnap commented.

"Wait, Captain Sparklez is gonna be there?" Dream's eyes widened and he leaned forward in his seat. "Do you know any of the other contestants? Er, besides Techno and Sparkles of course."

Sapnap rested his head in his arms, staring up at Dream with tired eyes. "Dunno really who they were but Antvenom, Skydoesminecraft, DanTDM, some other big shots."

"I think iBallisticsquid's gonna be in it," George commented, leaning against the wall. "You know, the one Techno was with in Minecraft Monday? And Stampy's friend? Yeah I think I saw him talking about it on twitter."

Bad looked up from the letter. "Oh gosh, he's really good," the shorter mumbled. "I mean, he and Techno won Minecraft Monday! Maybe he's even better than you Dream," he added in a teasing tone.

Dream groaned and leaned his elbows on the table, shoving his face into his hands. "Wouldn't be surprised honestly..." he muttered. "Only reason Techno didn't completely dominate MCM is because they kept giving him crap teammates; if him and Squid actually won then he's gotta be crazy good..."

Sapnap gave an amused hum. "Back in the old days when Techno actually go along with squids," he mused, gaining a chuckle from Bad.

"Don't worry Dream, I'm sure you'll do great," George reassured.

"It's not that I'm worried about!" Dream groaned again and banged his head on the table, folding his arms on top. "I'm gonna have to compete with what, minecraft legends?! I can't do that! That's like kicking your own role model!"

Bad's expression changed to concern and he sat down next to Dream. "If you're really nervous Dream, maybe you could call Techno about it," he suggested, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe some smack talk'll calm ya down," Sapnap said, his voice slightly muffled by his arms.

"Yeah maybe," Dream agreed, wearily lifting his head. He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed the number, leaning against his arm.

"Hello?" Techno's typical monotone voice said from the other side.

"Hey Techno," Dream sighed. "Could I like, talk you about the tournament thing? I'm hella stressed about it."

There was silence for a moment before Techno spoke again. "Honestly same." There was a distant yell in background Dream couldn't make out and Techno yelled back, "Wilbur shut up I'm on the phone."

Dream chuckled. "Tell Wilbur I said hi."

"SUCK IT GREEN BOY!" Wilbur's voice screeched in the background.

Techno audibly sighed over the line, making Dream wheeze. "Anyway, you were saying about the tournament?" he asked. "Tommy was yelling about DanTDM or someone joining which isn't helping my stress much."

"Same, Sapnap and George and Bad told me the same." Dream sighed and dragged a hand down his face. "It sounds like there's gonna be like every big league minecrafter there... Although, I heard Ballistic Squid was gonna in it so at least you know one person."

"Oh! Preston's gonna be there too!" Bad added from the side. "PrestonPlayz? Skeppy's friends with him!"

"Oh god Preston," Techno muttered from the other side. "He's way too energetic for my liking."

"Well at least there's another person we know," Dream muttered. "Or uh, kinda know."

"I think half of the people are gonna be from Minecraft Monday, so I don't know how much they're gonna like me..."

"They'll like you just fine," Dream reassured, running a hand through his messy hair. "I'm sure this'll be way better than MCM, I mean I feel like anything's better than Keemstar at this point." He chuckled.

Techno sighed again. "Yeah maybe," he said. "I'm praying they do or else the whole tournament might be a bit awkward for me."

"DID I HEAR KEEMSTAR?!" Wilbur's voice yelled in the background.

"WILBUR SHUT UP!"

"KEEMSTAR CAN SUCK IT!"

"WILBUR I SAID SHUT UP I'M ON THE PHONE!"

"OOOOH WHO YA TALKING TO?!" Tommy's voice yelled.

Techno groaned and facepalmed. "Sorry Dream," he grumbled. "Can I call you back in a bit? I gotta go beat two nerds."

Dream wheezed. "Yeah sure man. See ya."

"See ya."

The line clicked dead and Dream shoved his phone back into his pocket, leaning against his hand again.

"Any reassurance?" Bad asked with a soft smile. "I heard some uh, yelling...?"

"Yeah, Wilbur and Tommy were yelling in the background."

"Noisy child," George mumbled, making Dream wheeze.

Sapnap raised his head. "Wait when's the thing again?" he asked.

Bad glanced at the letter on the table. "Uhhh, next week I think," he said, nudging his glasses back up. "Oh that's actually pretty soon. You can go to the arena thing before the even though so that's good."

"Wait can we go see the arena?" Sapnap asked, jolting up in his seat. "Like right now? I wanna see it right now that sounds cool okay let's go-"

"SAPNAP!" George yelped at the raven-haired who was starting to get ahead of himself.

"We could go see!" Bad suggested. He glanced over at Dream who had gone back to idly staring at the letter. "You wanna go Dream? Maybe It'll calm your nerves to go outside?"

"Yeah sure whatever..."

The group swiftly left to the server IP and was greeted with what look like a campsite overgrown with vines and tall trees. Sapnap almost immediately slammed into a tree but Bad thankfully yanked him back in time.

"You can't stay out of trouble for one minute," George chided, giving him a glare.

"It's not my fault they put so many trees in the spawn area!" Sapnap exclaimed, elbowing him in the ribs and glaring back.

"It's your fault for running into them."

"I SPAWNED IN ONE WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

"TO NOT SPAWN IN ONE!"

"WELL TELL ME HOW TO DO THAT MISTER MASTER CODER!"

"Guys!" Dream stepped between them, glancing at both with a warning glare. "We just got here, don't cause a scene."

"Yet," Sapnap muttered, earning a hard nudge from George.

"Uh, hello?" a voice said. A red-head in a black and gray striped sweater stepped out from behind the thick cluster of trees, untangling his gold "Z" necklace from some leaves. "Oh hey there. You guys must be part of the tournament right?"

"Actually it's just him," George replied, gesturing to Dream who smiled nervously. "We're just his friends."

There was a crash behind the red-head and a yelp. "WHY'RE THERE SO MANY TREES?!" someone yelled, another crash follow their words. "NO ONE NEEDS THIS MUCH OXYGEN!"

The red-head stared blankly at the trees, not even trying to help whoever had clearly crashed into something. "You better be joking Ross or I swear."

A man in a gray hoodie stumbled out from the undergrowth, twigs tangled in his scarf and glasses in his hand. He turned to the red-head, putting his glasses back on and shaking some of the leaves out of his silver hair. "Well there's like... five people here-"

"Six."

"Six people here, so we only need like six trees."

The red-head shook his head and sighed. "I swear to fucking god Ross..."

"Oh hey!" Ross glanced over at the Dream Team and Bad who were watching their argument. "Max there's other people!"

"Yeah I can see that," Max replied in a sarcastic tone that could rival Techno's. "Hi, I'm Max or Mithzan. That's Ross."

"Yourpalross reporting for duty!" Ross exclaimed, making a hasty salute.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Bad, that's George, that's Sapnap, and that's Dream!" Bad introduced, gesturing to each of them as he listed them off. "Dream's the only one who's actually supposed to be here though."

Max looked the blond up and down, and smirked. "So we're gonna be competing with you," he commented. "You look a bit... hard of seeing but alright."

"Oh uh this?" Dream gestured to his mask. "No I can see just fine, it doesn't like, actually really do anything."

"You kinda look like slenderman," Ross commented, still picking twigs out of his silver hair.

"Actually yeah you kinda do," Sapnap added, turning to Dream and squinting. "I think it's the height."

"HEYYYYYY!"

Dream had no time to react as a girl with long black hair jumped down from the trees, completely knocking over Max and making them both collapse on the ground.

"JESS!" Max shoved the girl off and scrambled to his feet, brushing leaf mulch from his sweater.

The girl laughed, a bright smile on her face. "Ohhh, sorry Max but I had to cushion my fall!" she explained, taking Ross' hand and getting to her feet. "You understand right?"

Max glared at her. "NO I DON'T FUCKING "UNDERSTAND" YOU JUST FUCKING JUMPED ON ME!"

"Oh! Hello fellow competitors!" the girl exclaimed, waving at the group. "I'm Aphmau! Or Aph, or Jess, whatever works!"

"Are you okay?" Bad asked worriedly to Max who was still grumbling to himself.

"Yeah yeah," Max muttered.

"Hey did you know there's a portal room?" Aphmau pointed to one part of the cluster of trees. "Over there is like, a hallway with a bunch of portals! They're like nether portals but in rainbow colors!"

Ross looked up from fidgeting with his scarf. "Oh yeah I saw those earlier. They looked like they got dipped in skittles."

"What?! Why didn't you tell me?!" Max snapped, turning to glare at him.

"You didn't ask!"

George glanced over in the direction Aphmau had pointed it. "Should we go check it out?"

"Sure," Sapnap shrugged. "Better than standing around doing nothing."

The group headed over and found a hallway that looked similar to the Minecraft Storymode portal room. Ross almost immediately ran into the first portal, Jess barreling after him and shoving Max through as well.

"Guys there're signs," Bad said, pointing to the wooden signs hung above each portal. "They went through... the spleef one but there's a lot of others!"

"Oh hey there's parkour!" Sapnap bounded over to the pink portal with an orange frame and eagerly stepped in.

The portal flashed white and he was shoved back from it, the portal rippling like the ocean. Sapnap frowned and turned to the green portal beside it, sticking his arm straight through it. It flashed white as well and he was pushed away once more.

"What the hell? I can't go in!"

George raised an eyebrow suspiciously and reached out to touch the orange and pink. The same thing happened to him and he was pushed back into Bad, nearly knocking both of them over.

"Ah! Careful George!" Bad yelped. "What the fudge happened?!"

"I don't know!" George glanced back at the portals which rippled tauntingly in front of him. "Maybe we can't go in yet? But that doesn't make sense because the Jess and her friends went in-"

Dream stepped forward and cautiously pressed his hand through green portal. He flashed green for a moment and then disappeared from view of his friends. His vision went white and faded as quickly as it came, his feet crunching on the gravel suddenly below him.

Shading his eyes with one hand, he glanced up to see a pile of chest in front of him, surrounded by gravel and rocky ground. A blond in a dark blue hat with ear flaps stumbled by and fell at his feet, wood axe resting against him.

He stared at Dream and gave him an apologetic smile. "Oops! Sorry mate!" he said with a british accent even more distinct than George's. "Didn't see you there!"

"Sorry!" a brunette in an orange cat-eared hoodie called, waving over at Dream with a stone sword in his hand. Dream recognized them almost immediately but didn't say a word about it.

"Uh, it's fine," he said awkwardly, stepping backwards to let the man stand back up. "I just spawned in anyways."

"Ah, so that's why I didn't see ya!"

Dream nodded and backed away, scurrying as far as could away from the other players without looking suspicious. He was also desperately trying to not have a nervous breakdown on the spot. He pulled out his communicator and quickly pulled up Discord, immediately calling his friends.

"Dream?!" George's panicked voice immediately flooded through his earpiece. "Where are you?! Are you okay?!"

"Dream where the hell did you go?!" Sapnap's voice practically screamed, making Dream wince and turn down the volume.

"Guys calm down I'm fine," Dream assured, silently thankful that no one around him could hear their yells. "I got just got teleported. I think these portals are for the tournament's games 'cause this looks like Hunger Games."

"Well the portal's sign did say Hunger Games," Bad piped up, giggling slightly.

He heard George audibly sigh. "God you're such an idiot- whatever, at least you're okay."

"Are you playing a round or something?" Sapnap asked.

"No I'm just kinda standing here. Some people are sparing though."

Bad gave a small hum. "Oh who?"

Dream hesitated for a moment before answering. "Well I think it's Squid, like iBallisticSquid, and uh... Stampylongnose...?" His voice went high at the end in a questioning tone but he knew it was because he just didn't want to believe it.

The call went silent until George spoke up. "A-are you sure...?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yeah I think so..." Dream muttered, glancing back at the duo who weren't really sparring but instead messing around. "I hope I'm wrong though..."

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Hello My Old Heart | Chap. 3

Summary: Reminiscing and Showers

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader [AU]

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, angst (sorry)

A/N: I’m so sorry it took all week to put this out!! I had it written up, but didn’t like what I had, and I struggled with motivating myself to rewrite it. I’ve also been in a pretty good mood, so writing angst has been v difficult 😬

Feedback is very much appreciated! 💘

“Your boyfriend won’t stop asking about you.”

You rolled your eyes and shut your locker.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” She gave a disbelieving look. “He’s not!” She scoffed a laugh.

“Right. And the sky is green, the grass is blue, and up is down.” You shrugged your brows.

“Good thing we aren’t pilots, ‘cause that sounds confusing and very stressful.” She growled and backhanded your arm, making you laugh.

“Will you just ask him on a date for all of our sakes? He’s just too nervous to do it himself.” You started walking to math. You shook your head softly.

“Do you know for a fact that he wants to ask me out, or is that just a guess?”

“Dude, are you fucking serious?! Of course he does! He won’t stop asking me if you’re talking to anyone, even though he literally sees you all the time, so he’d clearly know if you were….” she grumbled under her breath. You grinned and walked into Mr. Pym’s class. Steve and Bucky were already there, immediately stopping their conversation when you and Sharon sat down.

“Hey, Y/N, Bucky has a–” Bucky leaned over and pushed Steve out of his desk. Steve looked up from the floor at Buck. “What the fu–”

“Language... Mr. Rogers.” Mr. Pym spoke from his desk, not even bothering to glance up from his newspaper. Steve got bright red and shot Bucky a look as he got back into his desk. You and Sharon shared a look.

Just talk to him already, she mouthed. You sighed and chewed on your bottom lip as you shrugged off your backpack. You hesitantly walked over to the other side of the room where Bucky and Steve were sitting. You sat down in the desk in front of Bucky and turned around so you were looking at him. His eyes were wide and his face was losing color by the second. You grinned.

“Hey, Buck.”

“H-Hey, Y/N.” He gave you a nervous, but still endearingly charming smile. Bucky wasn’t sure how his brain managed to form a sentence with you right in front of him. Lately, every time you talked, he shut down completely and just stared at you like the angel that you were. God, you’re pretty….

“You know what my two favorite foods are right now?” He pinched his brows, trying not to show that he had only just started listening. You watched him glance over at Steve and then back to you.

“Uh… no?”

“Chocolate ice cream and french fries. They’re great on their own, and even better together.”

“I thought there were too many flavors to pick a favorite?” You grinned.

“Chocolate’s better with french fries.” He nodded his head, still looking puzzled. You took a deep breath, “Well, I was gonna go to Peg’s after school and get a shake and some fries…” he kept nodding his head, “would you, maybe, wanna come with?” He stopped nodding abruptly and blinked.

“Alright, folks, back to your seats,” Mr. Pym walked up to the front of class. All Bucky did was stare at you. You sighed softly and stood up, and walked back to your seat, ignoring the expectant look Sharon was giving, and silently pulled out your notebook and pencil and watched Mr. Pym work through a homework problem.

You should have known he wasn’t really interested in asking you out on a date. He was Bucky Barnes, the only freshman to start on varsity, and unbelievably sweet and caring and un-believably out of your league. Even when you were kids he was still too cool to be associated with you.

With homecoming in a few weeks, you were now dreading having to hear Dot Williams talk about how Bucky asked her.

Dot already talked about how “close” she was to Bucky asking her out all. The. Time. You’re sure it would only get worse once they went to the dance together.

And why wouldn’t he ask her? She was the head cheerleader for football, wrestling, and, somehow, baseball last summer, even though the baseball team wasn’t supposed to have cheerleaders. Everyone knew she was Bucky’s biggest fangirl, one you weren’t even on the same playing field with. She was the definition of “perfect” for every boy in school. And you… were you.

You would have to be completely naïve to not realize that she was better than you.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes? You have a question?” You snapped out of your daydream and looked up at Mr. Pym. You followed his line of sight to Bucky, who had his hand raised.

“Uh… it’s actually for Y/N.” On cue, everyone’s eyes landed on you, including Bucky’s. “I’ve got practice after school until six; can you wait until after?” You felt your cheeks get hot and you nodded quickly. Bucky smiled widely, “Okay. Then, it’s a date.” A slow smile spread on your face as everyone else made small hooting noises. Mr. Pym cleared his throat, attracting everyone’s attention.

“Any more questions for Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Barnes?”

“No, sir.” Mr. Pym glanced between you and Bucky, and shook his head before moving back to the board and writing out the math problem. Someone tapped your shoulder and you turned around.

I told you, Sharon mouthed with a big smile. You grinned, making no attempt to hide your happiness. You glanced at Bucky and saw he was already looking at you. You both smiled at each other, everything else fading away.

Okay... maybe you were wrong.

Someone clearing their throat pulled your attention and you went back to copying the board and trying very hard to not look at the other for the remainder of class.

You stared up at the ceiling of your hotel room. You weren’t ready to get out of bed yet, because that meant starting your day, and you still weren’t sure how to feel about it.

Sharon’s bridal shower was today, an event purposefully scheduled the weekend before the wedding so that you could be in attendance. Because despite whatever you believed, your friends still loved you just the same and wanted you to be included.

Maybe it would have made things easier if more people hated you for leaving. When you first left, you waited three weeks before getting ahold of anyone, and those early calls were full of tears and pleas to come home.

But you couldn’t. Home just wasn’t the same for you.

Your phone vibrated on the nightstand, interrupting your thoughts. You sighed and rolled over, unplugging your charger and squinting at the screen. Another sigh, and you answered the call.

“Hello?” Despite being awake since 3:30, your voice was rough from sleep. You cleared your throat.

“Wake up, I need help setting stuff up.” You rubbed your hand down your face.

“Good morning to you, too, Natasha.” She sighed on the other end.

“Good morning, how’d ya sleep? Good? Good, okay. Come over to Sharon’s in an hour.” You glanced at the red numbers on the nightstand, and groaned. It was only eight, and the party wasn’t until noon. “Y/N… don’t make me come drag you out of bed, ‘cause you know I will. I’ll even get Clint and it can be just like old times–”

“Oh my god, don’t. I’m gettin’ up, I’m gettin’ up… I’ll see ya in an hour.” She laughed out a goodbye and you returned the sentiment. You dropped your phone on the bed, and continued staring at the popcorn ceiling. You’re doing it for Sharon. Put your big kid pants on, and buck up. You’ll be fine.

Time had only made you forget how much you disliked Sharon’s mom. Amanda, had made it abundantly clear that she only thought you were going to bring bad luck to Steve and Sharon’s marriage, and took you to the side and told you that it would be “just fine” if you left.

Peggy stopped it before Amanda could say anything else, but it was too late, the thought was already in your head.

“Ignore her. She’s only happy when she makes other people feel terrible.” Peggy pulled you along, keeping you by her side most of the morning, having you do all of the busy work, you’re sure to keep your mind preoccupied.

She sat you at the kitchen table and you both bundled the silverware and napkins together with gold ribbon.

“So, when’s Pepper getting here?” Peggy sighed.

“Not until Wednesday. She had to help a client at the last minute.” She continued to bunch the silverware, “She’s a divorce lawyer, you know?” You eyed her, put continued working at the same pace.

“Yes… I’m aware.” Peggy briefly glanced at you through her lashes.

“Have you talked to her at all? I’m sure she’d lower her rates for you.” You took a deep breath and calmly set the spoon in your hand down.

“Peggy…–”

“It’s just an idea,” she defended herself while looking at you, “and I think it would be good. For both of you.” You blinked.

“I–”

“Oh, god, is mom making you guys do this? Ugh, I’m gonna kill her, I told her to do this.” Sharon pulled out a chair beside you and started wrapping silverware and napkins together. She glanced at you, and you grinned in return. Her brows pinched, “What’s wrong?” You shook your head.

“Nothin’! Peg was just saying that Pepper won’t be here?” Sharon bought the distraction and started explaining why Pepper wouldn’t be here. You figured it was easier for everyone this way. You were tired of everyone walking on eggshells for you, and you were sure they were tired of doing it.

By the time the shower started, you had already volunteered yourself to be the one who replenished food and drinks whenever they were just slightly low. Nat gave you a look when you offered, that silently promised you she would be discussing this later.

Sharon’s family and a few of her work friends started to trickle in until there were about forty some people mingling in the backyard. You circulated and talked to just enough people that you didn’t look like you were dodging any serious questioning, but any time Sharon’s second cousin or maternal aunt would ask anything personal, you’d find an excuse to leave.

You were stirring the punch when you felt someone stand behind you. You looked over your shoulder and felt your resolve quickly start to fade.

Sarah Rogers.

Her eyes flitted over your face and the empty cup in her hand shook faintly.

“Y/N?” Your eyes glassed over and you tried your best to form some type of grin or smile. “Oh, sweetheart…” You put the ladle down, and turned to her, her arms immediately spreading. You walked straight into them, the same floral perfume she’d always worn enveloping you.

She squeezed you like you might evaporate right in front of her.

Sarah had been everyone’s second mom growing up. She was the one you all went to whenever you needed help with something, and she never judged you for whatever was going on.

You spent more time at her house than you did your own, most of the time. Sarah Rogers was just one of those people who genuinely cared about everyone, and made sure you knew it.

She made it easy on you and talked the most, filling you in on everything that had happened since you left. You didn’t want to tell her you’d been fairly kept up-to-date on town gossip, scared that you’d hurt her feelings even more if she found out you still kept in touch with all of your friends, except her son and his best friend.

You were very relieved to find out, however, that Winnie wouldn’t be here because she and George were helping Becca get settled at her new apartment. They would be back in time for the wedding, she assured.

Wonderful.

Two hours later and the party was finally over. Peggy had sacrificed herself and invited Sharon’s family to her house for coffee or tea, so that they would leave Sharon alone without being explicitly told to do so. Peggy made sure that you all knew that you owed her “big time”.

You would have left earlier, too, but Nat mentioned something about “bridesmaid duties requiring you to do everything she tells you to.” The power of being maid-of-honor had gone to her head, and without Pepper there to back you up, you were defenseless.

“So, Y/N…” You glanced over your shoulder at Sharon. She came next to you at the sink and wrapped an arm around your waist. “How are you doing?” You gave her a confused face and pulled the plug from the drain.

“I’m fine…? How are you?” You laughed a little at her questioning.

“Well, Peggy told us about yesterday.” Your grin fell and you sighed loudly.

“Peggy and her big mouth,” you spoke under your breath and shook your head. “Everything’s fine, and Peggy can kindly mind her own business.”

Sharon opened her mouth to talk, but the front door swished open.

“Sharon?”

“In here!” Heavy footsteps sounded on the hardwood flooring and Steve appeared in the kitchen. Sharon dropped her arm around you and met Steve in the doorway, where they shared a kiss in greeting, “How was work?” They walked further into the kitchen.

“Quiet. Hi, mom,” he pecked her cheek and turned back to Sharon, “How was the party?”

“Good! We got the blender we wanted!” Steve shared in her enthusiasm and thrusted his hand up in the air.

“We’ll have to test it out tomorrow. I found a new recipe for a green smoothie that I wanna—”

“Oh my god, you are literally an old married couple already,” Nat teased. “Disgusting.” You all laughed and Sharon flipped her off with a smile. You dried off your hands.

“Well, I think I’m gonna head now.”

“No, stay! We were gonna grill out for supper and Sam and Clint were gonna come over, too!”

“Oh, I’m still kinda recovering from my hangover yesterday,” you chuckled, trying to play it off. “I really just need to sleep for sixteen hours straight.” Sharon and Nat shared a look like they wanted to say something, but didn’t. Sharon sighed softly.

“Alright. Well, thanks for helping set up, and thanks again for the sign! I love it!” You hugged and swayed together.

“You’re welcome. I didn’t want to risk you getting mad at me for not remembering.” You both chuckled. When you had made the sign for you and Bucky, Sharon made you promise to make her one for when her and Steve got married. No one would have guessed Steve was going to wait as long as he did.

“Only a little mad.” You pulled back and gave a hug to Nat, who forced your hand in agreeing to come to dinner at her and Clint’s Tuesday night. You always somewhat believed Nat was an assassin in another life, so there was a genuine fear in upsetting her.

Sarah gave you another tight hug and told you, for the fifth time today, that she was glad you were here. You turned around to grab your purse, and saw that Steve was already holding it.

“I’ll walk you out to your car.” He grinned, and you gave a smaller one back and nodded. You said another quick goodbye and you and Steve stepped outside. “Do you remember when I finally asked Sharon out?” You chuckled at the memory.

Steve had been even worse than Bucky had. He could hardly talk when Sharon was within twelve feet of him, nor could he hold eye contact with her, regardless of the distance. Sharon was convinced something was seriously wrong with him. It took him about ten weeks before he finally asked her out without running away two seconds into the conversation.

“I think you owe me fifty dollars, if I remember correctly.” He laughed genuinely and you gave a sincere smile.

“Does Sharon know you bet I’d marry her?”

“Of course she knows. I told her as soon as you asked her out.” Steve chuckled.

“Remind me next time I see ya, and I’ll write ya a check.”

“Wow, you really are an old man, huh?” He bumped into you with his elbow and you giggled. He handed you your purse and you pulled out your keys, and hit the unlock button a few times. “Thanks for walking me out, Steve.”

“Have you gone to the Grove yet?” You dropped your keys, surprised by his question. You bent down and picked them up with a shaky hand.

“N-not yet.” You stopped in front of your car and he opened the door for you.

“Just asking.” You dared a glance up at him and couldn’t stop the tear from sliding down your cheek. “Y/N….” he sighed with a soft exhaust. He wrapped his arms around you as you cried into the chest of his navy shirt. He rubbed his hand in a soothing circle on your back and let you break down.

You and Steve were friends well before you were friends with Sharon. His house was only a block down from yours, and Bucky’s just a couple down from his. The three of you spent that summer before third grade making memories that built your friendship. Sharon’s desk was beside yours, and it was an almost instant friendship. She introduced you to Nat and Sam at recess, and you met Clint at lunch. You acquainted everyone after school, and the rest was history.

Even if he was your Stevie, he was Bucky’s first. There wouldn’t be a fight to decide who “got” Steve; he would always choose Bucky. So, you never reached out to him, that way he wouldn’t have to be in the middle. There were many times you just wanted to call Steve for one of his famous late-night talks on the phone, but you couldn’t. You had made your bed, and were forced to lie in it.

“I’m just so-so…” you broke into another sob and clutched onto his shirt. Steve hugged you tighter.

You don’t know how long you stood there, Steve letting you ruin his shirt with your tears and watery mascara. You were only distantly aware of the sound of a truck coming down the street. Steve shifted slightly and you looked up at him. He was looking over to the side and you followed his gaze.

Clint and Sam had pulled up and were having a silent conversation with Steve using only facial expressions. “I’m sorry, I should go. Thank you, Steve.” He looked back down at you and still looked concerned, his hold on you not loosening enough to break away.

“Y/N, you really don’t have to. We have a guest bedroom. You can—” You shook your head.

“No. You need to go in and spend time with your fiancé. She needs you more than I do.” He gave you a look.

“I’m not worried about my fiancé at the moment….” You cupped the side of his face.

“I’m fine, Steve. I promise to call someone if I need anything, alright?” He gauged your response before he slowly nodded. He bent down and kissed your forehead.

“Go get some sleep. I’ll call you in the morning.” You nodded and dropped your arms and got into your car. He softly shut the door after you started the car. You rolled the window down and he leaned his forearms on the sill, “Just a warning: I’m not above busting a few doors down if you don’t answer me when I call.” You smirked, the expression almost foreign to you.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less from Captain Rogers.” He gave a crooked smirk. Steve knew better than to believe you were “fine”.

You did your seatbelt as Steve stepped back. You slowly pulled away, tears brimming as Steve stayed in the street watching you until you were out of sight. You drove to the hotel, and for the second day in a row, cried yourself into a dreamless sleep.

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bonkers-4-hatter · 5 years

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Barry Allen X !Fat Reader - A Flash Of Love Ch.1

-Please note that fat and chubby are two different things and are not one in the same. This will be centered around a fat reader, bigger than a chubby person as requested by the commissioner. If you see the word fat as offensive, sorry, bit I'm not changing it.-

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“(Y/N), did you pack those documents for the ambassadors, we need them for that diplomatic meeting after the recon mission.” Grabbing said files from your top desk drawer, you shoved them into your briefcase along with the many other files and packets needed.

Shutting the briefcase, you strapped it on top of your suitcase to take onto the plane. “Just put it in Diana, do we need anything else?”

Your boss, Diana Prince walked out of her office, suitcase behind her and a smile on her face. Of course five months ago, you found out that your cheerful boss was in fact the badass superhero – Wonder Woman.

Needless to say, you fangirled a little bit when you found out. You could remember when Wonder Woman made her debut to the city and from that day on, you idolized her; she was your icon. You wanted to be like her in every aspect: strong, courageous, selfless and brave. Honestly, after finding out your boss was your iconic superhero – you still felt the same.

You still wanted to be just like her. How she can juggle so much and still be a top rate boss and superhero; it was truly amazing to you.

“No, I think that’s it, let’s head to the plane, Bruce should be there by now.” Smiling at her, you followed behind her.

Diana and you were on your way to a secret location to meet with some of the Justice League. Usually, she wouldn’t take you with her on these missions, but they needed all hands on deck and that included Bruce Wayne who to your surprise was Batman, who was bringing someone with him as well.

Getting into the car with Diana, it started down the street, your mind wondering once more. Your life felt like a dream at this point; working with superheroes and helping with recon missions and meeting all of these wonderful people that accept you the way you are.

Being fat in a life that’s filled with superheroes wasn’t the nightmare you thought it would be. Your mind first thought of how critical and judgmental they might be because of your body especially since you were going to be working closely with them, but it was the total opposite.

All of them had been so nice and welcoming and accepted you the way you are – rolls and all.

Diana’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” She only laughed already knowing you were daydreaming away as you did sometimes.

“I said thank you (Y/N), for everything that you’ve helped out with, with the league and all.” Her words made you swell with pride. Wonder Woman herself was thanking you for helping, you could die happy at this point. Giving her a wide smile you shook your head.

“It’s no problem at all Diana,” Leaning back, you relaxed in the seat. “I enjoy helping you all as much and in any way I can… what you guys do is amazing and to be connected to that, it’s truly an amazing opportunity and I’m grateful for it,” Raising your pointer finger toward Diana, you finished with, “I should be the one thanking you.”

“You’re too good to be true sometimes (Y/N).” You both shared a light laugh as the car came to a stop, indicating that you arrived at the plane.

The door opened, the sunlight pouring in a little as a deep voice said, “It’s always laughs with you two, I always wonder how you both can be so carefree.” Diana scoffed at the voice, a hand extending itself to help her out of the car; followed by yourself. Thanking none other than Bruce Wayne himself for helping you out, you decided to answer him.

“I guess we just tend to see the brighter side of things.” Grabbing your suitcase from the trunk, you pulled the handle up before sending Bruce a smile.

“That, and we know how to actually smile, a little something you might want to work on.” Diana piped up, adding her own tidbit to the conversation. Her words made you giggle, especially at Bruce’s reaction which wasn’t really anything, it was neutral really, but it still brought amusement to you anyways.

All three of you made your way to the plane – Bruce’s own private plane of course. Since it was a low-key mission and all, this was the easiest way to get from point A to point B.

“So, where’s your new side kick?” Diana’s amusement was evident in her voice as your eyes scanned over the two, awaiting his answer. You were curious about this mystery person too. Bruce didn’t really say much about this new addition to the League and needless to say, your curiosity was getting the better of you.

The Dark Knight sighed and rubbed his dark circled eyes, most likely from the lack of sleep. “He’s not my sidekick, but he’ll be a great addition with his powers.” Now, that piqued your interest. Your mind ran through many powers, wondering which one it could be. It was times like this that you wished you had some neat and mind blowing super power to help them out more besides providing paperwork and other minuscule assistants that was needed.

Climbing the stairs to the plane, Diana asked the burning question, “So, what exactly is their power?” Before Bruce could answer, a red blur startled the both of you as it zoomed from the cockpit of the plane, straight to the back. Blinking a few times, you wondered if you actually saw what you did, or if it was all just a trick played by your eyes.

“What was-.” Bruce cut off Diana’s question with a bit of a cocky tone. “That,” He pointed to a boy now seated near the back of the plane, flipping through a comic book. “Is our new addition.” You could practically hear the smirk etched on Bruce’s face, but you were focused on the boy that he pointed out. He was pretty damn cute.

He hadn’t picked up on the audience in front of him, which gave you a little bit to admire him from afar. He was average height, even though he was sitting down, you could still tell. Your eyes moved up his frame, which was lithe in comparison to your soft one, he had a little bit of muscle to him, the way his biceps flexed each time he turned a page in his comic book was proof enough. Biting your lip, your gaze went up and past his cherry red lips, the adorable smile that played on them as his deep brown eyes scanned the comic he was immersed in and his shaggy dark hair, some of it tickling his forehead as he had his head bent.

“So, does this new addition have a name?” Your voice filtered through the small plane. His head shot up, comic closing as he did so. Before you could utter another word, a bright, red streak appeared and before you knew it, the mystery addition was in front of your face, a wide smile stretching across his face.

“You’re probably tired of the angst treatment from Batman, so I thought I’d introduce myself.”

He held his hand out toward you. Grasping it, you gave it a hearty shake. “My name’s Barry. Barry Allen.” You hummed and smiled up at Barry.

“I’m (Y/N). Diana’s assistant.”

“So, is red lightning your power, or…?”

Before Barry could answer, Bruce cleared his throat as he ushered you both with his hands to sit down in the seats. “How about we get airborne before we start talking.” Barry cleared his throat and stepped to the side, gesturing you to walk ahead of him which you did. Going toward the back, to where Barry was originally sitting, you took a seat next to the window, by his seat, where the comic laid.

With everyone seated, the plane engine started up, and before you knew it, you were in the air, soaring above the clouds.

“Anyways,” Barry started as you turned your attention to him. “It’s not lighting per se, well I mean, it’s the aftermath of my power and all, which is pretty cool,” You laughed at his ramblings as he tried to explain his powers.

“I’m rambling again…” He muttered to himself before shaking his head and turning in his seat to look at you fully.

“What I’m trying to say is, my power is speed, like faster than the speed of light type of speed. I’m kind of like Sonic the Hedgehog on steroids you can say.” Nodding at his explanation, your laugh echoed off the walls of the plane, making you cover your mouth.

“Hey, don’t hide your laugh, it’s cute,” Removing your hand, you felt a flush rise up onto your chubby cheeks. “Though, I understand why you’re laughing. My power seems like something out of some video game, huh?” Shaking your head, you waved him off.

“Well, if something like pickle Rick is possible, I’m sure super speed is up there too.” Barry smiled and cocked an eyebrow.

“Rick and Morty fan?” Nodding, you leaned back into the comfy plane seat, lolling your head to the side so you could continue talking with Barry. “My friend got me into the show and after the first few episodes, well, let’s just say I spent my weekend binge watching until my eyes were sore.”

Barry chuckled at your words, nodding along as if silently saying he did the same thing.

“So, (Y/N), what power do you have?” Your smile faltered as you sunk in your seat a bit. You started to twiddle your thumbs and such, a habit you picked up when you were nervous or didn’t really want to talk much, like now.

“I don’t have a power… I’m just normal, nothing special with super speed, strength or an unlimited amount of money to buy me super special gadgets and toys.” The last part made Barry smile, your humor was a breath of fresh air, especially with stoic, serious league members surrounding him.

“Eh, superpowers are overrated anyways, besides, being an assistant must be pretty awesome.”

Scoffing, you nudged his shoulder a bit. “Oh yeah, making packets and copies of super important documents and treaties is so thrilling, but I think the most amazing part of it is booking hotel reservations and taking calls all day – nothing beats that.” The sarcasm that dripped from your voice was evident.

“Well, that all sounds pretty important to me.” Smirking at his words, you looked out the window, nothing but clear blue skies were in your view. You could feel yourself dozing off as you leaned your head back against the headrest. You could feel your eyes start to droop as sleep was calling to you.

Closing your eyes, you heard Barry let out a low laugh, probably at something in his comic which brought a smile to your face. His laugh was nice, he seemed nice. Hopefully during this mission, you’ll be able to get to know this new addition better. Before sleep consumed you, you felt something warm and fuzzy being placed over you, the chill from the plane gone as a sleepy smile spread across your face.

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Cold December Night

Rated: T AU, College AU, Fluff, friends to lovers, pink snuggies are a thing, whipped cream is involved, pet names, teeth rotting fluff, OSS2017

For Sakhi / Cat AKA @multi-fandom-crazy-fangirl From: @sparklesannie I wrote this, it was meant to be a one shot but I couldn’t stop writing, fluffy thing for you. I divided it into five chapters thought it could be considered a long one-shot. IDK.

Best way to summarize this is Michael Bublé, pink snuggies and sweets collide during the holidays. Merry Christmas. Enjoy!

P.S. I happen to have an Olicity playlist, actually I have two: one in English, one in Spanish.

Notes: This is my first time participating in the OSS so I’m very excited about this.

Chapter 1: White Chocolate Kit-Kat

After breaking up with his on-again-off-again girlfriend Laurel, they’d agreed to hold things off until he gets his act together. It was a clean break, amicable. Truth was that they were tired of doing the same dance, every time they pulled together something always pulled Oliver back. So when Oliver pulled back, this time, so did Laurel. She told him not to contact her during the semester, giving them roughly 16 weeks apart from each other. She said that they could revisit their thing during winter break, see if there was something still there. It was a rational decision, it made sense, it gave them space and time to think about their relationship. Worst case scenario if it didn’t work out at least they salvaged their friendship, so Oliver agreed. Friends until winter break, if it didn’t work out after that then they would remain friends. So here’s Oliver on his fifth try at college in a new city, Boston. He picked Boston simply because it was on the other side of the country, that way he wouldn’t be as tempted to crawl back to Laurel whenever he got lonely. Besides, he didn’t know anyone here so getting a lady companion wouldn’t be as easy as pulling out his phone. If he wanted to get some action he’d have to go out and meet people. That’s how he met her. Kind of. It was a total accident, really. Oliver was just coming out of his ECON 305 lecture, it was his first day and he was already regretting coming to Boston. Walking down the hall he spotted a vending machine, ever since Professor Richardson used M&Ms as an example to prove a point in class, Oliver had been craving the snack. There was a young blonde woman in front of the vending machine cursing at it. “Frack this! Just my fracking luck!” She muttered and banged her head against the machine. “I should’ve eaten at the diner.” Oliver wanted to laugh at the scene before him. The quirky young blonde was trying and failing to rattle the vending machine, apparently her snacks were stuck inside. “Come on! I just want my white chocolate Kit-Kats! I’m in a hurry here!” She whined against the glass bumping her head one last time on it. He pitied her. The poor girl just wanted a snack and appeared to be in a hurry, also he wanted his M&Ms. “Here, I got you.” He reached over her head and grabbed the top edge of the machine and shook it until her desired Kit-Kat dropped, as well as a couple extra candies that came loose too. The girl bent down and reached inside to collect her prizes. “Oh my google! This is a lot of candy. Thank you so much.” She turned around hugging the multiple bags of sugary goodness close to her chest, “Here, you can keep those.” The blue eyed blonde handed him a bag of peanut M&Ms. He grabbed them and laughed at the coincidence, just what he was craving. Talk about showing up to the right place at the right time. He was just about to try to flirt with the girl but when he looked up she was gone.

Chapter 2: The Candy Man His quest to make friends and/or find a lady companion was proving to be more difficult seeing as how no one knew who he was, therefore no one was dying for his attention. Huh, that’s different. Oliver wasn’t used to working for anything in his life everything came easy, or at least it used to. It was his first week in Boston and all he’d managed to do was go to class and head straight back to his apartment. That first weekend he decided to go out and check out the bar scene, he got drunk, alone. He had yet to make friends. On his way back to the apartment he passed by the 24 hour diner down the block and saw a couple eating some greasy delicious looking burgers, his mouth watered at the sight of it and he stepped inside. Before he could order anything he passed out in the booth. — She’d seen the guy before, she knew that much. But where? Right now Mr. GQ was struggling to stay on his feet outside the diner, staring like a total creep at the couple on table 6. After 5 minutes of staring the guy finally made up his mind and stepped inside, passing by right in front her, leaving along a trail of his aroma. The guy smelled like a distillery. As soon as he plopped down on his seat he stretched out across the table haphazardly. DRUNK! She thought as he laid his head down on the table top and started blinking slowly until he stopped blinking altogether. Yep, definitely drunk. She tended to all her tables before going over to the sleeping guy. She poked him softly with her red pen but the guy was deep asleep, even snoring a little. It was kinda cute. But she had to get him out of there though. The guy obviously wanted something to eat otherwise he wouldn’t have come in. She walked back over to the kitchen and asked Sal for a Midnight Special. “One drunken special coming up!” She laughed. The diner had created a special extra greasy meal combo for drunken customers. — A shaking motion woke him up. When he looked up amused blue eyes stared at him, the waitress placed a plate of greasy food in front of him and offered him a polite smile, he noticed her pink tinted lips. “I, um, don’t remember ordering anything.” He commented, his voice gravely and low from sleep. He didn’t remember talking to anyone in the diner. Was he that drunk? “Midnight special: Double bacon cheeseburger with a fried egg on top, a side of tater tots with bacon and cheese, and last but not least a Bloody Mary.” She replied back. “I took the liberty of ordering that for you. No offense but you look like you’re bombed right now so… I’m gonna need to see your ID if you want that Bloody Mary, sir.” He couldn’t wait to dig in, his stomach kept making gurgling noises but he couldn’t take his eyes off the waitress. She looked familiar, he was trying to figure out where he knew her from but she was talking a lot and really fast. Between his half asleep state and his drunkenness he only got like half of what she said, so he handed her his ID and a 50 dollar bill. He told her to keep the change, she’d earned it for babysitting his ass. Right there and then he knew he wanted her. Maybe it was because he was lonely, but when he saw her, he instantly decided that she would be his friend. Sure, she was easy on the eyes but he knew her type; working smart girl, she was out of his league- which is exactly why he thought she’d make a perfect friend. 20 minutes later and he was back to being sober, well mostly sober. He was trying to come up with a plan to approach her. Oliver was not good at planning that’s why he found himself asking to see the dessert menu even though he was pretty full already. “Ah, so the Candy Man does have a sweet tooth!” she mussed. He did a double take at her, suddenly it all came into focus. The candy. The blonde girl. That’s why she seemed so familiar, they’d already met. “Wait, you’re white chocolate Kit-Kat girl!” He gasped out. “Did you enjoy your candy?” “I am, I did. Thanks, again.” Her name was Felicity M. Smoak. She was a part-time waitress at the diner, full time student, and occasional tutor. They chatted for about two hours, Oliver played the new-guy-in-town-so-please-show-me-around card. It took a while to wear her down and convince her that he wasn’t looking to get into her pants, though he did offer to be there for her in case she wanted him in her pants. She laughed at that and assured him that it’d remain strictly platonic, she’d recently gotten out of a relationship and wasn’t looking for any more trouble. To his surprise they got along very easily despite the fact that they were so different. She was a total nerd and he was the complete opposite. Felicity was 20 years old, originally from Vegas. Whereas he was on his freshman year at Harvard Business School she was on her last year at MIT hoping to graduate with a double masters in cyber security and computer sciences. She was a genius and a sweet girl, very bubbly and optimistic. She was the kind of good influence Oliver needed in his life.

Chapter 3: Surprise! Oliver was having pumpkin spiced pancakes when he realized that it’d been months since he last went out drinking and partying and he didn’t miss it, not one bit. He even turned down Felicity’s offer to crash a Halloween party, he preferred to watch horror movies with her instead. Oliver liked stopping by the diner during Felicity’s morning shifts in the week and have breakfast, she would check in on him, see if he’d done his assignments. She took night classes so she could work during the day and worked the night shift during the weekends. Once Oliver learned that, he would spend the whole entirety of her night shift sitting in a booth, she told him it was sweet of him to look out for her but that it wasn’t necessary. From that point on he made sure to pick her up and give her a ride back to her dorm. By the time that Thanksgiving break rolled around Oliver didn’t want to go home. “So…what are your plans for Thanksgiving break?” Felicity asked him as she sprayed a mountain of whipped cream on his slice of pumpkin pie. Today he abandoned his regular booth and opted for a seat by the counter near the register. Oliver pondered her question and answered honestly. “I think I’m gonna stay here, I like it.” He smiled back at her, “What about you? Are you going home?” He asked and pointed his now whipped cream covered index finger and bopped her nose with it. She giggled in surprise at the sensation of the cold whipped cream. “Nope, I’m staying too.” She grabbed a napkin and wiped her nose clean, “I picked up an extra shift for Black Friday.” “Nice. We can do that Sherlock marathon we talked about on Saturday.” “A Sherlock binge sounds good. It’s a date.” Oliver was sure that she hadn’t realized what she’d said. He wondered if she meant it. They had already broached that topic early on and agreed on friendship, but he wasn’t opposed to dating her. It wasn’t a possibility for him seeing as she was so far off his league but if she wanted to revisit that conversation he’s sure he’d be open to more than friends with her. He flushed at the idea. “I said not a date right? No. Friends don’t go on dates, couples do that. Which we’re not- I mean not that you’re not suitable for- 3, 2, 1. I’m sorry my babbles keep making things weird.” Oliver chuckled, she was so adorable. That’s why he wasn’t too disappointed when she cleared up the dating debacle. It was okay if she didn’t want to date him, he could deal with that as long as they remained friends. “You have nothing to apologize for. I like your babbles, they’re endearing.” “Yeah, you say that cause you don’t have to live with foot in the mouth disease. I was almost suspended in high school because I babbled something about my science teacher and how his hair piece could be spotted from a mile away.” She lamented. Oliver laughed, glancing at his watch he needed to get going or he’d be late. “Crap! I’m gonna be late. See you on Saturday?” “Yep.” — The diner had closed down early for Thanksgiving Day. A few months ago this would’ve left Felicity wondering what to do, go back to the dorms, eat dinner by herself and binge watch Skins -she had a thing for brits- but today she had only one thing in mind. Oliver. They had grown to be close friends, best friends even, they would hang out and spend time with each other, whether it’d be working on assignments, watching TV at Oliver’s or him dropping by the diner. So today when she got off work early she didn’t hesitate to drop by unannounced. She went back to the dorm, took a shower and changed into more comfortable clothes. She had trouble deciding on what to wear, debating between her comfy panda sweater with leggings or a dress and heels, ultimately she opted for the comfy clothes. It wasn’t like she wanted to impress Oliver, even though she secretly wished he would look at her differently. Lately she’d been recognizing the signs that she was fall- crushing, she corrected herself, on her friend. For starters, she was always aware of him, of his body, where he would rest his hands, which was always close to hers. Secondly, she was noticing all of these things about him, like how good he looked after having skipped two days of shaving his jaw, or how his muscles could be greatly appreciated whenever he wore gray anything’s. Her babbles had gotten worse she was constantly making sexual innuendos and making things uncomfortable between them, it was ridiculous. And his hair -when he finally got a decent haircut she nearly jumped him- it was cropped close to his scalp but long enough to grab at it. And if that wasn’t enough to get her crushing on him, he was actually a really nice guy, he was kind of guarded with his feelings just like she was but when it came to his family he was a total softy. Oliver was a great friend and she intended to keep it that way, she wasn’t looking to repeat the Alan Danforth situation. Alan Danforth was Felicity’s first and only ever male best friend from her childhood, long story short: they’d kissed and it made things awkward. Three days later Alan stopped talking to her and that was the last of that relationship. Felicity vowed to avoid being friends with guys, then she met Cooper in college. Disastrous. They were friends for a while, then started dating, fell in love and then it ended. Felicity needed this friendship with Oliver to last. She had to believe that guys wouldn’t always leave her, just like her father had. Oliver was her shot at redemption, hope that not all guys were douche bags. So she put on her comfy clothes not bothering with putting on much makeup or spending extra time doing her hair. Felicity gathered her things and grabbed an extra can of whipped cream, because she knew he loved it, and headed over to Oliver’s apartment. — That Thanksgiving Thursday Oliver went about his day like he normally would, had breakfast at the diner with Felicity and later did some laundry, thanks to Felicity he now knew how to work the washer and dryer combo in his apartment. That afternoon was spent FaceTiming his sister Thea, who was still upset that he wasn’t going home. “I know, but I have plans, Speedy.” “Worst nickname ever, Ollie.” Oliver was briefly distracted from his video-call, a certain blonde came to mind. He considered texting Felicity to see if she had any plans for dinner or if she wanted to hang out. But then he remembered she’d mentioned she had picked up an extra shift so she probably could use some rest, besides she’d be coming over on Saturday. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Weird, he wasn’t expecting anyone…unless… No it couldn’t be. They’d agreed to keep their distance. “Hold on, Speedy. Someone’s at the door.” Oliver took a peek though the peep hole but something was blocking his view. With his phone still in hand he opened up to find Felicity, an automatic smile appeared on his face. She stood there with a couple of bags at her feet. She looked warm and domestic in her panda sweater and leggings, plus she’d finally let her hair down. “Surprise!” She squealed and practically jumped into his arms. “Happy Thanksgiving.” She mumbled against his chest. “Hi.” He squeezed her tightly crushing her by wrapping his arms around her tiny frame. “Happy Thanksgiving.” “OLLIE!!” His sister squealed over the phone. He’d almost forgotten he was still on the video-call. “WHO’S THAT?!” Without releasing his hold on Felicity, he pulled his phone back and angled it so they could both be in the frame. Felicity was still pressed against his chest, both arms circling his waist, she turned her head to face the phone. “This is a nice surprise.” Oliver murmured to Felicity, then addressed his sister, “Speedy, this is Felicity. Felicity meet my brat of a sister, Thea.” ‘Sister’ Felicity mouthed and did an awkward little hand wave towards the camera. “She’s gorgeous.” Felicity whispered but judging from the smile on his sister’s face she’d heard Felicity’s comment. “Damn. You two have the same eyes. And I see you have the same sexy mouth mole thing your brother has.” Oliver chuckled in response. Wait did that mean that she thought he was gorgeous? His sister talking again brought him out of his thoughts. “I like her, Ollie. Don’t screw this one u–” His cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Okay! Bye, Speedy!” With that he ended the call, pulling back from Felicity he bent down and grabbed two bags. “Come on, let’s go inside.” Felicity carried a small box and an emoji covered tote bag. “I brought dinner.” She announced as she unloaded the contents of each bag and set them on the table while Oliver grabbed some dishes and a bottle of wine. Felicity apologized for dropping by unannounced, Oliver assured her she could drop by anytime she felt like. They had a delicious dinner of turkey breast with cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes and gravy and pumpkin pie for dessert. Felicity cut a slice for each of them, she joked about wanting to bring him a whole pie for himself, instead she bought him his own can of whipped cream. Which brought on an epic wine induced babble about the multiple uses for the canned whipped cream, from consumption all the way to foreplay. She was flustered and to prevent herself from saying more she did the most sinful thing: she took one can and sprayed it into her mouth. Oliver could only focus on her lips and the way her tongue poked out to lick the corner of her mouth, he pushed a big piece of pie into his mouth to avoid doing something stupid like reach over and lick the excess off her lips. After two glasses of wine Oliver decided to cut her off. She made a scene at his announcement, pouting with her wine stained lips. “Whyyyyy?” Oliver almost giggled, “Just looking out for you. Not only are you underage, you also have to work in the morning.” “Underage only for a couple more months!” She stumped her tiny fists on the table and hummed, “ You make good arguments…I’ve taught you well.” He smirked at her. “Don’t gloat! I hate it when you’re right.” She got up from the table and helped him with clearing the table and doing the dishes. “You’re a good guy, Oliver Queen.” After doing the dishes and putting them away, they settled on the couch and got started on their Sherlock marathon. Oliver furrowed his brows in confusion when Felicity reached for her bag and pulled out a bright pink Snuggie and threw it on. “What?” “Nothing…just,” he cackled, “ I mean it’s funny. ‘A Study in Pink’. Get it?”

Chapter 4: Christmas Eve Oliver’s had a lot of fun with Felicity and after spending the rest of the Thanksgiving weekend by her side he thinks that he’s developed a crush on her. Actually he knows it’s not a crush, crushes fade away with time. These feelings haven’t faded if anything they’ve intensified. So the day Felicity asks him for the biggest favor ever he doesn’t hesitate to say yes. She needed a place to stay during the winter break so he offered her his apartment. In the past she would’ve stayed with her -now ex-boyfriend Cooper, but she didn’t have that now. Felicity had told him all about her relationship with Cooper, they’d met at MIT on their freshman year and became friends. Then, they started dating and went steady for years and last semester when Felicity brought up the idea of moving in together after graduation he said he was on board but his actions indicated otherwise. She had already planned out their future together and Cooper threw it all away because he proved he wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. Felicity’s relationship with Cooper reminded Oliver so much of his and Laurel’s relationship. It was good that he kept his distance from Laurel, they too had been friends before they started dating. Oliver was sure that if he’d been pushed into something he wasn’t ready for he would have done the same as Cooper. The funny thing is that now he feels ready. Ready for commitment, he’s willing to compromise. Maybe it’s because he’s seen the other side of the picture and he’s able to understand it now, what makes a relationship work. And number one is wanting to be in said relationship. He’s glad he’s learned that, and it’s all thanks to Felicity. He’s her friend and he wants to be there for her, so of course he offered her his apartment so she could stay there during the winter break. Felicity was quick to object and to remind him that she would have to leave her dorm in a couple of weeks and didn’t want to intrude in his space. “Oh no! I could never.” “Fe-li-ci-ty, we can share the space for a while, besides I’m going home for the holidays.” “Oh…well then I suppose… I mean if you’re sure.” “I am.” He smiled reassuringly. — A couple of weeks later Oliver helped Felicity put most of her stuff in storage, packed her bags and headed back to his apartment. She immediately noted his big new couch. “It pulls out into a bed.” He explained. Felicity went to drop her bags right there to settle into the couch when Oliver pulled her short. “Umm…The couch’s for me. You can take my room.” She wanted to complain and tell him that it wasn’t necessary but he wouldn’t let her. “You’ll be more comfortable there. Come on.” Oliver pulled up a bag and grabbed her hand escorting her to his room. He showed her around and told her he’d cleared a little space in his closet in case she needed to hang some stuff up. “Also, the first drawer on the right side of the dresser is yours.” “Thank you so much, Oliver.” She threw her arms around his waist, plastering her body to his in a hug. Oliver hugged her back, his arms coming around her shoulders. Her cheek pressed up against his chest and he rested his cheek on top of her hair. Other than a couple of hugs, Oliver wasn’t that affectionate with Felicity. He pulled back a little at the same time she decided to look up at him with a smile on her face. And standing there in the middle of his bedroom, hugging her, all he wanted to do was kiss her senseless. But friends don’t do that. Her fingers were drawing some kind of spiraling pattern on his back and it was sending jolts of electricity up his back, he dropped his lips to her forehead. “You’re welcome.” He mumbled back, his lips still pressed against her forehead. This was getting out of hand, he realized. — It was Christmas Eve and Oliver was supposed to take his father’s jet back to Starling City, back to Laurel. Laurel, who he hadn’t thought about since he moved to Boston. He called her on the way to the airstrip where the Queen Consolidated jet waited for him. “Ollie, we were supposed to wait until we’re both in Starling before we talked.” She reprimanded him. “About that…Laurel, I’m -umm, I just want to be friends. And it’s not only because I’ve met someone. I think we were never right for each other.” “You’ve met someone?” “Yes. Also, I’m not coming home for Christmas.” “Oh, wow. That’s good for you, Ollie. I’m glad you found someone cause I did too. But we can talk about that later.” An overwhelming sense of relief washed over him. He was glad that Laurel had found someone else, the last thing he wanted was to break her heart for Christmas. After hanging up with Laurel he called his father to explain why he wasn’t going home for Christmas. “I understand, son. Don’t worry, I’m sure your mother will too.” Oliver released a deep sigh of relief. “Now, about this girl that has you so smitten…” Oliver inhaled sharply, “Felicity. She’s…yeah. Remarkable.” He smiled to himself. “Son, does this girl know how you feel about her?” “What do you mean, Dad?” “Well, that you love her, of course.” “Dad! I don’t- h-how do you- Huh?” “Oliver, you moved to the other side of the country to get away from your previous girlfriend of years- who you’d agreed to see this winter break. You didn’t come home for Thanksgiving. And now you want to stay in Boston with your ‘friend’ -who four months ago was a stranger- because you don’t want her to be alone this Christmas. Shall I keep going? Am I wrong to think that you have serious feelings for this girl?” “Nope. Dead on, as usual.” Oliver muttered. “But, it’s not so simple, Dad. She’s my friend, I wouldn’t know how to talk to her abut any of this. I’ve never had this problem before.” He groaned. “Crap! I didn’t get her anything for Christmas.” Oliver panicked. “Son, listen here’s what you do. Figure out her love language—” “Dad! What the hell is even that? Language of love? If you’re gonna mock me about this I’m hanging up now.” “Oliver, don’t hang up! I’m serious about this. Love language is the way you express love, like for example your mother is fond of gifts like flowers, little details maybe some earrings, a jewelry of some sort. Other times it’s actions, like me showing up on time for benefit galas or just being around for my family. What’s your girl’s love language?” Actions. For sure, he thought. “I get it now. Thanks, Dad. I gotta go.” “Let me know how it works out. Good luck.” Oliver hung up the phone, turned his car around and headed back to his apartment, not before making a quick stop though. — She was in way too deep. And she had been since Thanksgiving. That day will remain imprinted in her mind for ever. The surprised look on his face when he opened the door, plus he was wearing his grey hoodie and darker gray sweatpants. He looked absolutely gorgeous, so much so that she barreled into his arms. And of course he’d been busy on the phone with an equally stunning girl, for a second she was jealous -insanely so- only for it to turn out that the girl was in fact his sister. Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to describe the cringe worthy babble she made about whipped cream. She avoided spilling her fantasies, about his tongue running over her whipped cream cover body, by spraying an obscene amount of it in her mouth. She didn’t talk much after that. Oliver had teased her about her pink snuggie. She remembers that later that night when they settled on the couch he had sat closer to her than he normally would have, stretched his arm on the back of the couch, she could feel him play with her hair as she drifted off to sleep. He woke her up an hour before her shift started. Fast forward to a couple of weeks later, she told him about her plans to stay in town and work during the holiday break so she could make some extra bucks but in order to do so she needed a place to stay. The dorms were vacated during the break thus forcing the students to go home. Oliver kindly offered his apartment, which she objected but then reconsidered when he reminded her that he would go back to California during the break. She knew she was head over heels in love with him the day she moved in to his apartment and he told her she could have his bed. He’d cleared a drawer for her and made room in his closet for her clothes, he’d gotten a new pull out bed-couch thing and let her sleep in his bed. Also he’d kissed her forehead. Today he was going back to Starling City, back to reunite with his ex-girlfriend. It was ridiculous for her to feel this sad about something that never was. He hadn’t even been gone for an hour and she’d already changed into his gray hoodie because she missed him. Deciding she needed a distraction Felicity proceeded to bake some sugar cookies with the ready-made dough she’d bought the other day. She played a Michael Bublé cd she found already inside the radio Oliver kept in the kitchen. — Because Felicity didn’t really celebrate Christmas Oliver was surprised when he entered his apartment. Michael Bublé’s smooth voice filled his apartment backed up by Felicity’s voice. She was in the kitchen singing a romantic Christmas song. He knew this song because Oliver has the ultimate guilty pleasure: Mr.Bublé’s music. Each year I ask for many different things But now I know what my heart wants you to bring So please just fall in love with me this Christmas There’s nothing else that I will need this Christmas Won’t be wrapped under a tree I want something that lasts forever So kiss me on this cold December night Did she really feel this way or did she just like the song? Oliver was too eager to get back to his apartment and too full of nervous energy to concentrate on what he’d set out to do. Confess his feelings to her. He’d bought roses for her and white chocolate Kit-Kats. He’s never bought flowers for a girl before but the again he’s never felt this way about a girl before. Deciding that the flowers were a little too much he left them on the table by the entrance along with the candy bars and traced his steps towards the kitchen. Finally, he found her and she was baking some store bought sugar cookies. She was wearing green leggings, warm fuzzy socks with tiny bow ties and what looked to be one of his hoodies. She was humming along to the song, now he might have projected his feelings on the situation, but he could’ve sworn that she’d said his name. She may have murmured it but it was distinctly his name. He froze for a second, his mind trying to not short circuit. And he came up with a plan. A simple yet romantic way to lay it all out for her. She had yet to spot him in the doorway, he was waiting for the ending of the song to make his move. And bless his lucky stars, she turned around and came face to face with him as he walked closer. They call it the season of giving I’m here, I’m yours for the taking They call it the season of giving I’m here, I’m yours “I’m here.” He said smiling nervously as the song came to an end. “Oliver?!” Her eyes widened in surprise freezing midway to the oven. “Wh-what are you…” Oliver didn’t want to hold back anymore. His feelings for her were stronger than anything he’s ever felt before. This was not a crush, he loved her. He had way more than platonic thoughts and feelings about her. She had wiggled herself into his life and he’d let her, welcomed her. And now seeing her in his apartment, wearing his clothes, it should’ve freaked him out. Only it didn’t. It made him happy. He wanted to be honest with her. It was time to make his move. His words were not a coincidence with the music, she needed to know that. He needed to make his intentions clear. Oliver walked over and took the tray from her hands and put it aside she looked up at him in confusion. He cradled her face with both hands, “Merry Christmas.” He whispered her name before capturing her lips in a tender but passionate kiss. She was quick to respond to his kiss, softly and unhurried. Her hands came up to hold on to his wrists, he pulled away from the kiss far too quickly. Felicity looked dazed and caught off guard. “I must be dreaming.” Oliver just chuckled and shook his head. “I thought you were going home for Christmas.” She questioned as she ran her, now free, hands up his chest. “Not that I’m complaining here.” He hummed. “Is this mine?” he asked playfully tugging at the strings of his hoodie. She looked down at his hands and swatted them away. “It used to be.” She tried to follow his lead and act playfully but she couldn’t, not when he dodged her questions. She couldn’t hide her wariness. He’s come to learn how to read her tells, nail biting, lip biting, drumming her fingers, playing with pens, uncomfortable laughter, sexual innuendos, techy babbles. He knows he’s made her nervous, they need to clarify things. Grabbing the tray of cookies Oliver placed them in the oven, “Wanna sit and talk while the cookies bake?” “I’d like that.” He figures now is a good time as any to give her the flowers he’s brought her. He finds her curled up with her feet under her butt on the far end of the couch. He sits on top of the coffee table across from her, setting the roses and chocolates beside her. “I don’t know how to talk about this…I don’t know where to start.” He doesn’t but she does.“Why aren’t you going home?”

To which he responds, “I am home.” “Oliver!” She slaps his knee, “You know what I mean.” “I didn’t want to. I wanted to be here,” He says taking her hand and entwining their fingers together, “with you.” “What about Laurel?” “I already talked to her. I told her I wasn’t going back to Starling. I also told her that I just want to be friends with her.” Felicity smiled up at him and leaned in closer. “And may I ask what brought this on?” She signaled back and forth between them. “Actually, my father pointed it out. He said that I should tell you how I really feel about you, which is that I have more than platonic feelings for you.” “You talked to your father about this?!” “Yeah, he gave me some good advice. Here,” Oliver reached over and grabbed the chocolate candy bars, “I got you these.” She laughed, he loved that sound, “Kit-Kats!!” “White chocolate, your favorites.” He was a total sap.

Chapter 5: Bonus Scene- Cuddles Oliver woke up to blue eyes, pink-ish freckled cheeks and a beautiful smile. This was by far the best Christmas morning since his sister Thea was born. After a long discussion on how their feelings for each other had changed over time, last night Oliver and Felicity pulled out the couch and cuddled. Just cuddled. They also might have made out a lot. She also teased him to no end about his Bublé guilty pleasure. Whatever. It paid off in the end. This morning though, Felicity rolled over and laid herself completely on top of him, nuzzling his chest. “Hmm.” She ran her hands up his chest and back down to his abdomen, her legs entangled with his. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have sex with her, which he did but not like this. They deserved to go out, have a real date, maybe wait a for a couple more dates before taking the next step. He wanted to do things right with Felicity. Oliver rolled them over so he hovered over her. “Merry Christmas, Kit-Kat.” “Merry Christmas, Candy Man.” She grinned back at him giving a gentle squeeze to his biceps. “I’m gonna get started on breakfast.” — After a delicious breakfast prepared by Oliver-as if he wasn’t already perfect enough- and an equally delicious make out session on the couch, Oliver played some music from his phone. Michael Bublé-god bless him- while unwrapping his present. He kept apologizing to Felicity for not getting anything else for her, she assured him that between the candy, the roses and him she was more than content with his present. Oliver tore open the box and cackled. “A pink snuggie?!” “Yeah, mine isn’t big enough for the both of us. Plus it’s extra large, like you. I mean, because of your size… OH GOD!” She face palmed herself. “I meant because you’re tall. Not because of other things, other things I have yet to see.” “Is it gonna get worse now that we’re dating? Your babbles, I mean.” He asked. “Probably! I don’t know, they’ve never been this bad.” “I’ll take that as a compliment.” — Oliver and Felicity were comfortably sharing his snuggie on the pull out bed. Oliver sat resting his back on the cushions while Felicity laid between his legs, snuggled up his chest with her head resting over his heart. Oliver was listening to Michael Bublé’s latest album with his earbuds on while Felicity took a nap when his phone rang. It was Thea requesting a video-call. “Merry Christmas, Speedy.” He whispered. “Merry Christmas!” To him it sounded like she was shouting. “And why are you whispering?” He pulled back his phone so she could see why he was being quiet. “She’s sleeping.” “OLIVER JONAS QUEEN! IS THAT-” “Yep, this is Felicity.” He brushed his lips to her forehead, “My Kit-Kat.” Felicity shifted in her sleep and pressed a kiss to the base of his neck. “Hmm. I Love you, Candy Man.” She held on to him tighter. He stiffened. Did she just? Felicity’s eyes snapped open at the realization. “Oliver.” She tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let her. “I didn’t mean to… blurt it out like that.” “It was very you,” He pulled his earbuds out, hanging up the call he placed the phone on the coffee table. “And for the record I love you too, Kit-Kat.” He pulled her forward to plant a kiss on her lips but she stopped him short. “Since when?” She demanded. “Halloween, I think… No, wait. Thanksgiving. I thought I had a crush on you but it wasn’t going away. Then you showed up on my doorstep with pie and I knew I was gone.” He smiled at her, reaching with his thumb to brush an errant tear off her cheek. “What about you? Since when?” “The other day, when you told me I could have your bed, you cleaned out a drawer for me and space in your closet. And yesterday when you were gone, I don’t think it had been even thirty minutes since you’ve left and I was already missing you. I went through your things and put this on, then I missed you a little less.” Oliver didn’t hold back this time, he kissed her the way he wanted to, the way he needed to. Both hands on her cheeks, mouths open and tongues exploring each other. Felicity pulled back a little to slow down the kiss, needing to savor the moment. She bit down on his lower lip, he groaned in response. “So much for trying to be ‘just friends’ with you.” She mumbled into his mouth. He chuckled, “I’ll always be your friend, Felicity. Whatever you want, whatever you need I’ll be there for you.” He kissed her again but softer this time, gentler. “I love you.” The moment was interrupted by his phone going off again. It was his sister requesting a video call. Felicity told him to answer it. “You two are just way too sweet!” It was Thea the first to speak but Oliver noticed his sister wasn’t the only one on the call. There was his father and his mother. “TOMMY!! YOU GOTTA COME SEE THIS! OLLIE’S WHIPPED!!” his sister called out. “Hey mom, dad. Merry Christmas.” Oliver waved to the phone and pulled Felicity closer to bring her into the frame. “This is Felicity. Felicity meet my mother and my father, Moira and Robert.” Felicity turned a red sweaty mess. She propped herself up from under Oliver’s arms inside the pink snuggie. “Merry Christmas. It’s nice to meet you.” “Good job, son.” His father winked and gave him a thumbs up. Moira eyed her carefully but smiled all the same, “The pleasure’s all ours, dear.” After being interrogated for another twenty minutes Oliver hung up the phone. “Your mom’s scary.” Felicity admitted. “She liked you. I can tell, she didn’t give you ‘the look’ she uses to fake politeness.” Oliver assured her kissing her temple. “That’s never happened before.’’ —- That night they went to sleep in Oliver’s bedroom instead of the couch. Felicity wore his hoodie, no bottoms. Oliver on the other hand wore only his sweatpants. The bed sheets rustled with their movements. Oliver laid on his back while Felicity straddled his hips. Her hands traveled up his torso taking her time to get acquainted with his body. She’d fantasized about doing this she couldn’t believe this was actually real. She dropped a kiss on his chest right over his heart, she could feel as it sped up. “Come here.” Oliver whispered softly and pulled her up to kiss her lips. He moved his hands from her hips up to her back hesitating a bit before delving his hands up into his hoodie she was wearing. His fingers traced her spine and he enjoyed the way goosebumps erupted across her skin. “Hmm. Felicity, where’s your bra?” He asked when he couldn’t find the fabric he was dying to tear right off her. “I’m not wearing one.” She took advantage of him closing his eyes and throwing his head back in a groan to pin him down into the mattress. “You know, it is really unfair how perfect you are. Beautiful eyes, perfect smile, sexy eyebrows and even the mole by your mouth–” she was cut off by his lips attacking hers. ��My ego is thoroughly stroked.” “There’s another thing I wish to stroke.” She said back without missing a beat. Her hands left his face and made their way down to the front of his sweatpants, she toyed with the tied strings there. “Felicity!” He halted her hands from doing more, “I wanna do this right with you.” “Oliver—” “You gotta play fair, Felicity.” He warned. “Hmm, okay. How about a compromise?” “What do you suggest?” “Make out session, cuddling and second base. How’s that?” She offered. He thought about it, “Doable. We’ve got a deal Miss Smoak.” He leaned up to kiss her but she muttered something against his mouth. “Wanna seal it? The deal?” “Okay! I wanna add a clause to our terms: no sexual innuendos.” “You walked right into that one, Baby. But okay.” — THE END <3

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Bud Bowls I-VI (and VIII-IX, I guess)

A Fly! Pow! Bye! Superb Owl Special!

For those outside of the US, the Super Bowl is the final game of the National Football League's season, as the champions of the AFC division takens on the champions of the NFC division. Not "kick a ball with your foot" football, but American Football. I'm not the best person to describe that.

The NFL is the only real game in town when it comes to American football outside of College Football, and some people might be feeling down about that. Maybe they’re tired of the same team winning year after year. Maybe you’re angry at players for having the freedom to protest, even though they punished that one guy. Maybe it’s time for a different league, one with excitement, action, and maybe even a million dollars.

Oh no, not the XFL. That'd be silly. Besides, I already have the title up there.

Being one of the most highly viewed telecasts of the year, everyone wants to advertise during it. No stranger to the Super Bowl is Budweiser, and in 1989, one man had an idea: a football game to be played during the football game. A football game...with bottles. It's better than it sounds, honest.

Some of these Bud Bowls coincided with a challenge. Write down the quarter-by-quarter results of the game, and you get entered in a drawing for one million dollars. There's a variation or two, but that's the general gist. This started with IV, though a $100,000 challenge happened with the first one as well. Not sure about II or 3. Yeah, they weren't very consistent with the roman numerals.

It all started in 1989, in the commercial breaks for Super Bowl XXIII, the battle lines have been drawn between the unbeaten Budweiser and the undefeated Bud Light. Coors never seemed to have a chance, it seems. It's...

Bud Bowl I

They never really get into why this is subtitled "this time, it's for real". Budweiser and Bud Light tend to have seperate commercials, but that's normal even for non-alcoholic drinks. Maybe it's a football, and I'll be honest: I'm not that into football. I'm also not that into drinking, either. Maybe I'm not the target audience for this.

This is the Bud Bowl we have the most insight into, as the copywriter was interviewed for Deadspin about it. It's a good read, though you could guess how this came to be.

If you've just been skimming, this is going to be an American football game where everyone in this universe is a Budweiser product. There's even cans in the audience, get it? They play that joke a lot during this series, at least early on, and not just because they got tired of it. The announcers are also bottles, voiced by real life sportscasters Bob Costas and Paul MacGuire.

Well, not everyone are cans or bottles, as dog mascot Spuds MacKenzie and his fangirls makes their sole appearance in the Bud Bowl series watching by what appears to be a television or window after a flea-flicker touchdown by Bud Light.

I'm not going to do a whole play-by-play, because not all of the plays are shown, and this article is already monsterously long to begin with, so I'll give at least a few highlights.

It’s fourth down, Budweiser in field goal range. The announcers expect them to bring out the field goal unit, as is normal in people football, but Bud’s team have an ace in the hole. Budweiser brings in a legendary monster that isn’t called Bud but certainly is one: the Freezer. I’m sure he’s a reference to a real life NFL player, but the name escapes me.

As he’s far bigger than anyone on Bud Light’s defense, he easily goes through with a touchdown. He then disappears for the rest of the game. Maybe Budweiser wanted to play fair.

There are a few other jokes than just every player being named Bud and a few beer-related puns. We also get the writing on the screen gag. I know there's a term for that, I don't even care to look it up.

It all ends with a field goal by a little Budweiser bottle named Budski, the ball bouncing off of the crossbar. I don't know if that would be legal, but it is legal in this league. Budweiser wins!

Here's the final score. They only show one score per quarter, so you really had to pay attention to get that tenth of a million.

Bud Light: Wait til next year!

Clearly, right from the beginning, they were seeing that this was going to be a series. This was not the original ending. One of them, and one the creators loved, had the game suddenly cut off to Heidi, a reference to the infamous “Heidi game”. The only reason why it didn’t happen was because NBC aired that Heidi game, and they didn’t want to be reminded of that. The other one was kind of used in another Bud Bowl, so I won't mention it.

What I can say is that if either ending happened, this would have been a one off. Clearly, during development, they knew they had a hit on their hands. One of their few worries was that if the Super Bowl was a total blowout, people would have lost their interest and forget to watch the rest of it. Thankfully, that didn't turn out to be the case, especially for the next one. I have a feeling the allure of $100,000 helped, too.

Bud Bowl II

We get a sequel just a year later. Despite the last game proving otherwise, the commentators are glad to let you know that Bud Light is still "undefeated". I guess they're talking about the season, and when you’re the only players in the league, it’s pretty much a given.

Right at the beginning, there are reports. Not a lot comes of this, actually, but it does make the thought of drinking those ice cold beers more enticing.

We get some more characters. The last one only had the Freezer and a little Budweiser that ended up winning it in the end. On the Budweiser team, we have Billy Bud and Bobby Bud. They're twins, I guess.

Speaking of characters, the Appliance of Defiance is back for game 2, and one of the big questions is what Bud Light could do against him. The kitchen sink?

No, really, that’s one of their names. Despite Bud Light’s efforts, Bobby Bud ends up getting the ball, and jumps right over Light’s new defense and scores a touchdown. Much like the Freezer, these guys disappear too…this time for the entire series.

A snowstorm eventually hits the arena, certainly in an attempt for all those people watching to crave that cold, cold Bud. Especially all of those people that love stop-motion animation, some of which may make people notice one of the major problems with these ads.

It all ends on a fumble for the ages. It’s just like the end of Rocky II, except it’s football. And everyone’s a bottle or a can. I don't think I saw any humans in this one, unlike last time and every other time. It ends with someone catching it in the endzone...and it wasn't Bud Light.

The Freezer: Let me tell you, nothing beats a Bud!

Well, they certainly can’t; Budweiser have become the Patriots of beer football. Apparently, this is the first time that slogan appeared in a commercial. Yes, thank a giant beer bottle whenever you think about that one. I don't know how many people think about old beer slogans, but I'm sure someone did.

Bud Bowl 3

This time, a bottle of Bud Dry gets drafted by the Bud Light team. How did we know this? From one of the first humans to show up in a Bud Bowl that didn't revolve around a dog.

This Bud Bowl has Bud Bowl Updates, hosted by SportsCenter anchor Chris Berman. It’s a neat effect, as it gives this effect that somewhere, this game might actually be happening. Of course, it isn’t; I can’t imagine how expensive it would be even with today’s CG to animate a full Bud Bowl. We can only wonder.

Chris Berman isn't the only human around, as we have to say goodbye to those beer bottle announcers.

Instead, we get sportscasters acting as themselves. This Bud Bowl, it’s Don Meredith and Keith Jackson. This is going to start a trend in Bud Bowls, and it will be seen as soon as V rolls in. The game starts with a strong opener by Bud Light…literally, as they use a beer opener to their advantage.

One highlight of the actual game involves the aforementioned new helmet-cam, where we get to see a play from Billy Bud and Bobby Bud’s point of view. We get to see Bobby Bud staring at the cheerleaders before his big play that cheers up all of the people in his hometown of Texas. Charming.

It's the kickoff, and Bud kicks the ball so far, it goes out of the stadium, past a Sea World blimp. This series’ commercials were certainly not cheap, and not just because of how much it costs to even get the airtime. Even the advertising has to get advertising in its advertising!

Throughout the entire game, the commentators are way biased against Bud Light, though I can’t exactly blame them. Bud Light has their own ace in the hole with the new Bud Dry. In his big play, he passes it to Bud, who then passes it to Bud, and then he passes it to...Ralph? Even the commentators are confused by that one.

But, uh oh, the Budweiser marching band is in the middle of the field! Shenanigans! Ralph manages to wade through the band, and in a shocking twist…

…Bud Light manages to score a touchdown, giving Budweiser their first loss by only two points. Finally, the streak has been broken by the clear underdogs! It's almost like scripted sports can be entertaining!

No, really, this is the best one yet. Clearly, things are looking up for the Bud Bowl. Clearly, the next game has to up the odds even further. More huge bottles? More different kinds of Bud? Frogs? Well...

Bud Bowl IV

By the way, sorry for the poor quality of the screenshots and the “game”. None of these were released on DVD, much to the sadness of all the Budweiser super fans who want to celebrate their Bud Bowl Champions.

Chris Berman returns, but as commentator, as the Bud Bowl Updates are sadly exclusive to III. Not only does he talk about what a great game this will be, but also talking about the million dollars somebody could win! We zoom out to an audience at a party specifically put up to watch this commercial, still somewhat realistic at the time, and that should be the first hint that this is going to be the Halloween III of Bud Bowls.

Sadly, there's no catchy jingle here.

One person in the audience is wondering where his Bud Bowl ticket is, only for his wife to tell him that she threw it out because that piece of paper that says he could win a million dollars by watching that show he put up this entire party for isn’t that important! See, we’re not going to watch the Bud Bowl. We’re watching this guy dig around in the garbage instead.

Most of the focus is slapstick that goes along with football commentary. He hides in a trash can that gets hit by a truck, paralleling the big kickoff as said trash can flies into the air. Yeah, I’m sure that’s what happens. I don't even need to keep talking. This is an animation blog; I really don’t need to do a play-by-play of some live-action guy.

They didn't just skimp on the commercial: you actually have to have a sticker that has the winning score on it to even get a chance to enter for that million dollars. Makes sense, since there’s only two numbers this time. After all of that time chasing after that ticket, he peels his sticker. However, he still feels accomplished that at least he knew that his ticket was a loser, rather than spending the rest of his life wondering if that ticket that got thrown away was the big winner the whole time.

Nah, I’m just kidding, of course his ticket ends up being the winner…which then gets stolen by his dog. Wah, wah, waaah!

Here’s the score, by the way. If you still happen to have those tickets...they’re well expired at this point. At least we got another stop motion commercial from Budweiser that Super Bowl that was not as bad as this, even featuring the same slogan that ended Bud Bowl II! The Freezer would be proud.

People were voicing their anger at this Bud Bowl, as they would never do a stunt like this with the Bud Bowl again. Well, at least for the next actual Bud Bowls, anyway. Thanks to this one, I can’t say it’s all downhill from here, but there's still some bad news.

Bud Bowl V

The good news is that there's no dumbfounded guy looking for his ticket in this game. The bad news is for anyone who appreciates these for the stop motion, as we'll soon see. But first, more humans!

Yes, the human involvement has increased a hundred-fold. Not only are the commentators real people, not only is there this girl that is hyping this up way too much, but the fans are now humans, too.

One question that might come to mind: are these really tiny humans, or are the bottles gigantic? Try not to expect consistency.

In this Bud Bowl, each team has their own coaches. Corbin Bernsen, known for being Roger Dorn from the Major League films, plays the nameless coach for Bud Light. The Budweiser team? They haven't even reached the stadium!

With no sign of Budweiser anywhere, the announcers wonder where they are. This wonder is stopped when a giant blimp comes down, the Budweiser bottles, and their coach.

…Joe Namath. I’ll be honest: my knowledge of football is completely dry. Pun totally intended. One thing I can get though, is that they sure are playing up how this is the “real game”, as that’s what Namath calls it.

Budweiser gets a real football player, and Bud Light gets an actor more famous for playing an athlete. I wouldn’t take my chances on the Bud Light team this year.

At least the players are still bottles, but not bottles anyone can actually touch or feel. Now, they're CGI bottles. None of the old gimmick bottles appear, not even the Freezer, but there is a bottle with neon lights named Bud Neon Light. That’s about as much as they go with, with one major exception.

Once again, we zoom out to people, but thankfully, this isn’t going to turn into another live-action skit show like IV was. Pun kind of intended. This time, it’s a truck driver and his assistant watching the game, trying to find the stadium. It’s a Bud Light truck, by the way, so there’s a hint where this is going, though I wouldn’t imagine anyone could guess.

For all the non-Americans reading this, first, hi, all four of you, and second, it was a thing to watch the Super Bowl just to see all of the big-payer’s commercials. This was before everyone decided to just upload the commercials on YouTube about 5 days early. Budweiser probably noticed this, because throughout the entire game, they keep praising themselves.

Karen Duffy: Whoa, this game is SLAMMIN’! (punches at the camera)

I'm not even reviewing a PPG 2016 episode; I was thinking I was going to avoid the fistbump jokes. Also, slammin’? Is this basketball? Really, it’s not even that slamming; for the first time in Bud Bowl history, it’s a blowout going into the final quarter. Even with Bud Neon Light, it’s Budweiser 35 to Bud Light 7.

Considering this is essentially a scripted football match, this must be only buildup. What is the nameless coach going to do about it?

He pulls out a can, opening it up to reveal a radar. You’d think the other bottles would be freaked out, seeing what is essentially someone getting their skin peeled off to reveal they’re actually a robot. Maybe that’s why they replaced the cans with people.

That truck from earlier? Turns out, it’s a Transformer named the Illuminator! The drivers even eventually notice, but all they really say is that they knew that robot looked familiar. Much like the Freezer, he would dominate the game, turning around the game for Bud Light.

Is all hope lost for Budweiser? Is Joe Namath going to be owned by that guy from that film I actually never seen?

Unfortunately for Bud Light, this is all interrupted when that Budweiser blimp from before cranes the Illuminator away from the game. With that whole marching band strategy from the last real game, I can’t help but feel this was an intentional strategy to steal the game.

This time, they were successful with these shenanigans, as Budweiser manages to touchdown. They do not have to suffer endless jokes about how they blew a 28 point lead, and it’s all thanks to...

Old Lady: Let Bud Light win the big game?

Old Lady: I DON’T THINK SO!

Yeah, thanks for that. I have no idea if this old lady was a reference to an earlier non-Bud Bowl commercial, and I feel like my lack of knowledge of that improved my quality of life exponentially.

Bud Bowl VI

Yeah, yeah, bottles playing football. Even watching these one by one. I can feel that people would want to see something else at this point.

Once again, we get real people. This time, both people are real life coaches. Mike Ditka coaches Budweiser, while Bum Phillips coaches Bud Light. I would say more, but the best I know is it's slightly more fun to say Mike Ditka's name.

It's clear they ran out of ideas once they got to six; they barely had enough ideas for one. We see a few repeated gags from the previous games with slight variations. The kickoff gag from III is repeated, this time with the ball bouncing off of a non-SeaWorld blimp. This is certainly a sign; even the sponsors for this sponsors aren't taking it anymore.

They also do the same ripped off the label gag from II. This time, they’re not even remotely subtle with it, as we now have to imagine bottles with bits they would have to censor. Thanks for that.

Since the fans/cans joke was removed in the post-stop-motion era, they find another way to feature one: have a giant one be a player in the game. Essentially, this guy is the Freezer, who, despite appearing in the original trilogy, is pretty much absent in the CGI-era games.

Much like the Freezer, he only appears in the actual game for one play, though we get to see why. After annihilating the Bud Light defense, he celebrates so hard, even nearly breaking a few of his fellow teammates, that he gets taken out of the game due to illegal celebration. The can doesn’t take it too well, leading to a tirade that has to be censored. The drama that comes from this is a general theme throughout, and is the highlight of this game.

Also a general theme and not also a highlight? People in a bar excitedly shouting that the Bud Bowl is back on as if that was the real game! They’re continuing the whole “everyone’s way more excited about the Bud Bowl, guys” thing from the last Bud Bowl. From what I’ve read, this was not the case in the real world. Maybe for the first three by virtue of being unique, airing during a blowout, and being actually pretty good by itself respectively, but definitely not by the sixth.

While this totally original and definitely not played out series of beer commercials can excite these fictional people, there's one thing that can get them all down: the bar is running out of beer! Oh no, not during the REAL game!

After a segment involving strong winds that leads to a slightly charming gag where a passer catches his own pass, a crane picks up the entire stadium and goes through the screen, Sadako style! We get another answer to that “how big are the bottles if the humans are just as big” question: there’s regular sized bottles and a really tiny Mike Ditka in there in this one!

Before Budweiser could make a touchdown, one of the patrons decides he not only needs a Budweiser, he needs a sentient one! He reaches into the stadium to grab one of the players before he could tackle Bud Light. This was the another scrapped ending for Bud Bowl I, where someone opens the refrigerator…William “The Fridge” Perry! I just got it.

Bud Light gets their second victory over Budweiser. Seeing a pattern. Bud, Bud, Bud Light, Bud, Bud, Bud Light. What could possibly be next? Not a lot of people cared…

Oh yeah...Bud Bowl VII and 8

…and neither did Budweiser’s ad people. Remember when I said the next real games didn’t do the wacky live-action stunts? That's because VII and 8 aren’t really true Bud Bowls. They’re each one ad long, and both of them were just gags. I didn’t even find 8, but I’ve heard that’s what happened with that one, too. It's not even worth talking about what happened during these commercials.

The contest still happened, so we have scores for each of them. Budweiser won both of them, by the way, so we can safely say that Budweiser got their #QuestForSix.

Maybe Budweiser was worried these ads were appealing too much to children. Or maybe one can only go so far with beer bottles playing football with beer puns before it becomes stale. Pun not that much intended. Once the Budweiser frogs spoke their single syllable of a brand, the bottles took off their caps and retired.

Last year, they decided to revive the Bud Bowl as a Snapchat game. I don’t have Snapchat, so I’m not sure how that works. It certainly would be a unique way to get past EA and their exclusive licensing with the NFL. In fact, this year would mark the 30th anniversary of Bud Bowl I. Maybe it’s time to dust off the bottles and return to the real game.

Then again, maybe not. Besides, I don’t even drink.

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growningupgeek · 7 years

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Pranked

Written for @idreamofhazel and @impala-dreamer follower celebration/Sammy Says challenge. This thing has been a pain to get online. Tags below the cut as always if you want on or off the list drop me an ask.

Word count-1147

Pairing-Sam x reader, Dean

Warnings-pranks, fluff.

You wrapped the towel around yourself and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a smaller towel to dry your hair. After squeezing the excess water out of your hair and giving it a quick rub you tossed the towel on the counter and reached for the comb. A flash of color on the towel caused you to glance up at the mirror. What you saw made anger bubble up in you and you stormed out of the bathroom towards the kitchen, intent on murder.

You stopped in the doorway, chest heaving and yelled, “Which one of you did this?”

Dean turned his attention from his coffee to you, slowly looking up your body and making you acutely aware that you had nothing on but a towel. A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth as his eyes reached your head and he saw that your hair was pink. Not hot pink, that you could have lived with, but pale, bubble gum pink. The smirk on his face just angered you more. “What did you put in my shampoo, Winchester,” you asked through gritted teeth taking a threatening step into the room.

Dean chuckled, “I wish I could take credit. It wasn’t me, kiddo.” You didn’t believe him for a second and the glare you leveled at him as his chuckle turned to a full laugh let him know that. With an obvious effort he got his laughter under control just as Sam came back from his morning run. The younger Winchester pulled a bottle of something green from the fridge and turned to you with a smirk.

“That a new look for you, YN,” he asked.

“I’m not supposed to laugh, right,” Dean replied.

Sam turned his smug look on his older brother, “Feel free to laugh. This payback was supposed to be entertaining.”

You narrowed your eyes at the younger Winchester, “What. Did. You. Put. In. My. Shampoo?”

Sam was now wearing a full on grin. “Just a little something I found on the internet. Consider it payback for the perfume in my closet and greasing all the doorknobs and handles in my room.”

A smile spread across your face at the thought of the lavender and rose oil mixture you’d sprayed on to every shirt hanging in his closet. You’d made it yourself using essential oils and applied liberally. It had taken Sam weeks to get the smell out of his clothes and Dean still teased him about it. “I had nothing to do with the door handles,” You told him with a little heat. “But I’ll own up to the perfume. That was revenge for dumping dead fish...” Dean snorted, interrupting you, “They were alive when I put them in the tub.”

Sam and you both turned confused looks towards Dean, now leaning back in his chair looking a little smug himself. You searched for something to throw at him that wouldn’t hurt too much when it hit. Sam was more direct. “What the fuck, dude,” he yelled at Dean.

Dean carefully set his coffee mug down and shot Sam a glare. “You two have been dancing around each other for months. I’m tired of watching it, so now that you’re talking do something about it.”

You felt your face heat up as Dean left the kitchen, sure you flirted with Sam but you flirted with Dean too. Both of the Winchester’s were so far out of your league that you had buried your feelings for Sam as deep as you could, though it was apparently not deep enough if Dean had noticed. A glance at Sam out of the corner of you eye revealed that he was rubbing the back of his neck and carefully looking anywhere but at you.

“Sam,” you said very softly without turning, “Anything you want to talk about?”

The seconds ticked by with no sound except the shuffling of his feet, the longer he was quiet the faster the hope in your heart died. After a couple of minutes you felt your shoulders drop and you slowly walked out of the room, giving Sam every chance to stop you. When he didn’t you clutched the towel around yourself and ran to your room, bare feet slapping on the cold stone floors. The door slammed behind you as you dropped the towel and blindly grabbed clothes, managing to get dressed before tears blurred your vision. They over flowed your eyes and ran down your face as you stood in front of the dresser, brain making a list of things that needed to be done: have Dean give your car a once over while you packed, get the hell out of the bunker, find a motel and then call Garth. You wouldn’t go back to hunting alone and he’d find someone who needed an extra set of hands.

You were pulling your big duffel out of the closet when warm hands on your shoulders made you jump. You turned to find that Sam had followed you. “Why are you crying?”

You pushed past him, eyes on the floor and put your duffel on the bed. “You don’t…I’m leaving. I won’t stay around don’t worry.”

Sam’s voice was concerned, “Why would you leave?”

You grabbed an armful of shirts from a drawer without looking at him, knowing if you did all your resolve would melt. Sam had always been able to talk you into anything, one look from those damn puppy dog eyes of his and you’d never be able to leave. You felt his eyes on you as you crammed the shirts into the bag and went for another load.

“What Dean said about us,” you told him. “I know how I feel, but we both know it can’t go anywhere. So I’ll leave, get out of your lives and leave you alone.”

Sam didn’t speak for a minute, when he did his voice was so soft you almost didn’t hear him, “Do you want to try?”

You stopped half way between the dresser and the bed, turning towards him, finally daring to look at him. His face was half hopeful half fearful as you stared at him. “What did you say?”

Whatever he saw in your face he must have liked because his voice was stronger, “I asked if you wanted to try this. I like you a lot, YN; I can’t imagine you not being around. But if you don’t feel the same and want to go I won’t stop you.”

The weight lifted off your shoulders at his words. You dropped the armful of clothes you were carrying and almost threw yourself into his arms grinning from ear to ear. He caught you easily around your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck and you buried your face in his chest. He held you tightly against him and whispered, “So I guess this means you’re staying.” -JediCat

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baesketballers · 8 years

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勿忘草 forget-me-not

true love ft. Kise Ryouta

Note: female love rival, gender neutral reader

She lies there, unconscious on a plush mattress, her hands folded neatly on her torso. Kise’s golden eyes widen in awe of her beauty despite her not being awake. His princely cape flutters in the wake of his footsteps as he approaches her, slowly but surely as if the sound of his boots against the marble floor could break the spell.

The bed dips down under his weight as he carefully sits at the edge of it, eyes locked on the princess. A hand travels to caress her hair that is splayed out onto the pillow on which her head rests. The blonde’s touches are wary, but also full of affection.

And then, he leans down to kiss her.

You watch from behind the heavy curtains with bated breath when Kise’s lips touches the edges of her mouth. A second or two passes in silence, but when the princess’s eyelids flutter and she slowly stirs, you can literally hear the relieved sighs of the audience.

Turns out the director’s note about anticipation in this particular scene works pretty well.

“Good job, Kise-kun,” you smile wryly when he is backstage, the audience still bustling out of their seats from behind the curtains. Kise doesn’t notice, of course—how could he, with his skin flushed and eyes bright with excitement after the performance? It’s the first performance of the day, and with such a warm, enthusiastic reception from the audience, Kise can’t help but feel confident about the following performances to come. The next one doesn’t start in three more hours, so he’s able to relax a bit.

The members of the drama club—the people he’s helping out—occasionally left pats of “thanks” and “good job” on his shoulders and back while Kise makes his way towards you, leaving you waiting in a slightly awkward manner. When he arrives in front of you, you’re ready with a cotton pad saturated with a light blue tint from the makeup remover. He grins and lets you do your job, enjoying the coolness of the liquid on his face.

“How did you like it, ___________-cchi?” Kise asks, eyes close as you remove his makeup gently.

“It’s brilliant,” you reply aloofly, concentrating on your work, “I mean, I’ve been to the rehearsals before, but this seems even better.”

“You’re just trying to make me happy,” he teases with a chuckle, to which you respond with a non-committal hum. “But it’s thanks to you too that it’s such a success! You’re the scriptwriter, after all! I think the drama club might just be awarded best act this time around.”

“Still, what’s a scriptwriter without actors?” You ask him back, to which he can only smile, eyes still closed—it’s evident that he is pleased with the outcome of everything.

Yes, the culprit of every plot twist, every word coming out of the character’s mouth, and that particular kissing scene is none other than you. It wasn’t entirely your fault, either. How were you supposed to know that the main lead is going to quit the club to spend more time studying, and that your childhood friend whom you harbor secret feelings towards is the replacement? You remember how the female lead later on gushed to her friends about how this was going to be her best school festival yet. Understandable, really—you’re positive that any member of the student body, male or female, wouldn’t reject having close contact and an almost-kiss with the Kise Ryouta. You sigh.

“___________-cchi, is everything okay? Are you tired?” The blonde asks with his eyes open now, and you inwardly curse for not being able to keep yourself in check, especially when you’re in front of him. You shake your head and give him your best smile, as if you’re not jealous of the person playing alongside him in the play.

You’re foolish, you chide yourself after realizing that you’re basically turning into his possessive fangirls, he’s so out of your league this is not even funny.

“A little bit, but don’t worry about me,” you answer, applying finishing dabs of the makeup remover. “You’re good to go now, you must be even more tired than I am. Get some food or something, but be sure to come back at least an hour before the next show.”

“Okay, thank you so much ___________-cchi!” The boy gives you a light hug before rushing towards the changing room, adamant in getting out of his prince costume. Soon, other members of the drama club are lining up to have their makeup removed, and you find yourself working while spacing out at the same time.

Right after he exits the dimly-lit classroom through the sliding doors, Kise’s lips turn into a frown. He is worried and confused. He very rarely feels this way towards you, what with you being his childhood friend and all—except that one time when the two of you are graduating from junior high. You told him you weren’t going to call him “Ryouta” anymore, since it was considered too close for two childhood friends who aren’t an item (by his fans, at least). You told him that it might cause misunderstandings.

“If someone you like hears me call you that,” you said, “they might get the wrong idea.”

Kise still remembers the squeeze of his heart when he heard your words. It was inexplicably painful, at least at that time. He’s starting to realize the reason why it hurt, but the truth may be too much for him to handle.

He’s scared of the fact that he likes you. It doesn’t matter, though, because he already does. Very much, in fact, that these cursed feelings have the capacity to make his heart soar when you’re around, at the same time metaphorically pushing him down into a manhole when you’re not around. He’s scared of people catching up with his feelings. It doesn’t seem like he’s good at masking it, despite his newly discovered acting skills. What if you were to find out from other people? That would be disastrous. However, him telling you straightforwardly is an equally horrid scenario.

He would face rejection. Your friendship would be broken, and the two of you would be forced to have so many awkward socializing until one of you can’t take it anymore. It would be easier to be strangers, if that’s the storyline he’s going with.

Arriving in front of an unoccupied vending machine, Kise sighs, finger hovering subconsciously to press the button for a Coke. There it is again, he thinks as the canned drink falls down the machine, that squeeze in my heart. It’s as if his chest responds automatically whenever you are on his mind. He’s longing too much for you. Like any other regular couple in school, he wants to hold hands with you, make you laugh, take you out on dates, hug you, kiss you…

The can opens with a profound fizz, but Kise pays no mind as he brings the drink to his lips. Two things are keeping him from confessing to you right now: the fear of rejection, and your relationship as childhood friends.

He’ll have to tackle both sooner or later.

You feel almost like a masochist, peeking at the very same scene that breaks your heart the first time you watched it while you could just stay away from the curtains dividing the stage and the makeshift backstage. But at least it’s the last show for ever, which means you don’t get to experience torture in the form of the finale, even if you put yourself through it. In your defense, though, backstage is rather stuffy, considering the fact that it’s only around a quarter of the classroom, and you’re rather curious of Kise’s performance.

When he leaves the kiss on the edge of the Princess’s lips, like he did the first time, there was something different about the air around him. You’re not sure if it’s just you, but looking at how the audience was less anticipating while they wait for the Princess to wake up, it is not just you. The rest of the finale unfolded nicely as written in the script, and you would think it was perfect had you not witnessed the first show.

Something is wrong with Kise. Maybe he’s tired?

“Are you okay?” is the first thing you ask him when he ducks underneath the curtain. He sends you a wry smile—funny enough, you remember doing the same to him after the first show. It appears that you just swapped positions with him.

“Did it really show?” He laughs nervously. “I don’t know why, but I was slightly out of it.”

Your hand instinctively reach out to cup his cheeks, trying to detect abnormal warmth despite the pink flush of post-performing. When you realize what you’re doing, though, you widen your eyes in shock and move to place the back of your hand against his forehead.

Geez, ___________, what the hell are you thinking?

Unbeknownst to you, Kise’s heart is pumping harder than it has ever pumped for the rest of his life. The narrow backstage sort of forces him to stand closer to you, which he also did earlier, but the skin-to-skin contact sends his blood rushing all over him. For one second he feels the need to hold you close spiking, his fingers twitching as a result of his willpower to hold it in, which he miraculously does.

“…You’re a little bit warm,” you comment, opting to ignore the blatant yet unintentional breach of his personal bubble.

“Probably from the show,” he replies, suddenly not as casual as before. “I might look like a player, but kissing a girl in front of thirty or so people is still embarrassing for me.” Kise sighs, running a hand through his hair as he watches you prepare the makeup remover. His eyes subconsciously find their way to your lips, admiring the shape and color, and how it looks so… kissable. Delectably so.

The blonde gulps discreetly, suddenly feeling bold.

“Of course, it’s a different story if I’m actually kissing someone I have feelings for.”

You blink, the stillness of your body a perfect juxtaposition to how your mind is racing a thousand miles per second, wheels whirring so fast you’re scared he might hear them squeak. Through his words, he’s trying to tell you that he does not have feelings for the female lead, that much is clear.

What is not clear is the reason why he is telling this to you.

There are a number of possibilities, your mind deduces, but only one makes sense. You don’t want to be hopeful that this person, unattainable and distant moreso because he’s a friend, actually—

He takes one step forward, impossibly close to you. As you pretend to soak the cotton pad into the blue of the makeup removing liquid, you think of how this sort of proximity was normal between the two of you when you were kids, even up until middle school.

Until you couldn’t lie to your feelings anymore and called him by his last name.

Now, though. Your breath is slightly shaky—you’re nervous just by having him stand close to you, peering down at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. Not that you had the courage to look into his eyes, anyway. You see blue seeping slowly into the white of the cotton, almost like poison, like him. Spreading under your skin as if he’s some sort of biological infection that you oddly want.

You see his hands enclosing your wrists, the touch secure but not painful.

“Why won’t you look at me, ___________?”

The absence of that chummy suffix he always uses on you tells you that he’s serious. He has never done this to you before. Hyperawareness hits you and you realize that you’re backstage, with at least twenty other people related to the production, all of them enclosed in the same area as you. You dare not look, but you feel people staring. Kise could give two shits.

Little do you know that his mind is reeling, too. His eyes on your face act like scanners, gathering your small movements and gestures to analyze you. He sees shyness but feels sexual tension. Something this strong couldn’t only be his imagination, no matter how many times he imagined.

It strikes him that there is only one way to find out. He’s been through a lot of frustration, confusion, and anxiety. He doesn’t think he can take more. There is no way he is going to back out of this situation anyway.

The feel of his lips against your is sudden, unexpected, but a piece of you that’s closest to your heart says that it is not unwelcome. Kise’s hands, which are there to prevent you from slipping away from him, prove to be unuseful at the end, because rather than an instinct to flee, you are frozen from head to toe. Your eyes, however, widen a fraction when you feel the velvety sensation, but soon shut as you gasp at the way he’s biting at your bottom lip.

You find your hand holding on to his, gripping tight enough to prevent your knees from buckling. Kise lets out a groan at the taste that he longs for, kissing you deeper.

When he pulls away for breath, the spell breaks, just like in the play that you wrote and many other stories of old. You realize that people are staring and your stomach sinks, a blush dusting redness on your face to the tip of your ears. Kise brings you in his arms as he looks, dumbfounded, around at the whole cast and crew of the production. How much of an idiot is he to not notice that he was making a scene?

“Get a room, you guys,” one of the decoration team members teases. The other boys begin to heatedly comment, playfully “oooh”-ing and “aaah”-ing at how utterly passionate it is while simultaneously picking on Kise for being a playboy prince. The girls are a bit more sympathetic, at least, pretending to clean up while bottling up a giggle or two. Some just have their jaws on the floor. You can only cover your face in humiliation, not bothering with the bottle of makeup remover and cotton pad still in both hands. Kise tries his best to shield you, pulling you into his arms as he tells them to quit bothering.

The drama club president, a third year, is thankfully mature about it, but not totally so. He gestures to the door with a smirk.

“I’m so sorry, ___________-cchi!!”

“It’s not even about apologizing anymore, Ryouta! They’re never going to let it go! I—we—will be humiliated as long as we’re in Kaijou!” You blanch, knowing deep in your core that your words are true. “Not to mention the rumors they’ll spread…”

“___________-cchi…?”

“What?” You nearly snap, biting your lip in anxiousness.

“Did you… call me Ryouta?”

Your hand flies to cover your mouth when you realize that indeed, you did call him that, a name you swore not to let out from your lips since a year ago. Kise’s golden eyes are swimming with hope, but you’re too embarrassed by your mistake to notice. He manages, however, to capture your attention once again when he steps forward, much like the way he did backstage.

“What—”

“___________-cchi, do you like me?”

“Wha—”

“Because I like you,” he says, taking a step forward, “so much,” until your back rests against the wall.

“Wh—Kise-kun!” One of his palms are stationed on the wall beside your head, blocking any possible escape routes (you don’t think you want to run, anyway), while his other hand cups your cheek, mimicking the act that triggered him to kiss you the first time in front of a crowd.

“Please say you like me back,” he says, voice soft and low unlike his usual chipper self. You can only dumbly nod, looking at the red cape that flows from his shoulders to his back—he’s still in his costume when the two of you made off from that classroom.

“I want to hear you say it,” Kise murmurs again, this time leaning close to your ear. You shiver.

“I like you too,” you whisper hurriedly, and almost immediately Kise turns into a smiling goof. “Stupid,” you half-seriously hit him in the shoulder. He’s laughing, clearly so relieved at your statement, but after several moments he calms himself down despite the grin on his face.

“I’m sorry,” he says against the crook of your neck, trying to contain the bubbly feeling building in his chest. “For earlier, I mean. I don’t know what came over me.” You can’t help but blush at the memory of his lips against yours and how soft they felt. Kise seems to think the same, because then he leans so close to you you can feel his breath against your face.

“Will you let me… make it up to you?”

The flitter of his eyes down to your lips makes it obvious. This time though, you nod again.

Your heart feels like bursting the moment he fit his lips against yours, as if you were originally one, and Kise’s hand snaking behind your head amplifies the sensations, sending adrenaline rushing in your blood. It feels like a dream, but also very much real at the same time, and you can’t help but think that this must be what they felt in fairy tales and love stories—the kiss that breaks spells, heals wounds, restores souls.

True love’s kiss.

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jaehyunsboomvocals · 7 years

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Part 1

Yoo Kihyun ....

Monsta X’s main vocal…

Monbebe’s hamster...

Wife and Eomma of 5 kids…

This is how the world saw him. The only person who didn’t see him this way was Tris. His best friend and the girl next door.

Tris and Kihyun’s mothers were best friends who did everything together. When they got married, they bought houses next door to each other so they never had to go a day apart… Luckily for them, they married two other best friends… These 2 couples were inseparable. They did everything with each other, from double dates before they were married, to holidays after they were married. So it was only normal when they fell pregnant around the same time, went to pregnancy classes together, sent the hubbies out to get late night cravings.

Kihyun’s eomma, Soyou was the first to go into labour. Tris’ eomma, Bora had a few weeks to go but insisted she wanted to be admitted with her bestie… The hospital staff felt it made no sense for her to be admitted so early but had to give in to her request when Ki’s appa, woohyun booked out a private room for the ladies. Ki’s family were much better off than Tris'. Woohyun had gone to college since his parents could afford it. Tris’ appa Dongwoo, did not have the best upbringing and was forced to find a job straight after school. Back in the day, if you had a college degree, you were better than the rest. However, never once did the woohyun and soyout make dong and bora feel like they were below them. They always treated them as equals and this was one of the reasons their friendship was so strong for so many years…

Soyou and bora were best friends since kindergarten... once they met and realized they were pretty much the same person... they decided to be best friends forever...

As for woohyun and dongwoo... they met in the 2nd grade ...

Dongwoo was always the victim of the school’s bullies ... until one day woohyun stood up to them...

He pushed the bully on the floor and told him if he ever picked on anyone again, he would report him to his police officer dad who locked up bullies. .. woohyun knew fully well that his dad who was a doctor could not possibly lock this horrible child up but the bully didnt know that... ever since that day dongwoo made his first friend. Every day after school he would go to woohyun’s house where they would play soccer in his backyard. They became so good at it that they both made their schools little league team. A few years later, they were headed off to high school ... and had one thing on their minds... making the epik high school soccer team... they had worked hard all through primary and middle school for that very moment…

That soon changed when they met soyou and bora.. All the guys wanted to do growing up, was be on the soccer field, until they noticed these two girls… By some luck, no two people liked the same person... the guys fell for different girls and the girls in turn reciprocated… and for the next four years their friendships grew and their innocent love stories developed into serious relationships...

Dongwoo had started working at a manufacturing factory with his dad until he made his way up to manager 7 years later... soyou and bora started working as secretaries at a law firm to pay for their part time studies... soyou had waited 4 years for woohyun to return from college before they got married 2 years later...

After dongwoo became manager, and bora had found a job at a health care centre, they also tied the knot...

Once dong and bora got back from their much needed honeymoon, the couples went house hunting.. After a few weeks of searching .. they finally found their dream homes right next door to each other... after 2 years of happiness and some hardships .. soyou and bora fell pregnant and 9 months later .. A baby boy and a baby girl were born..

Kihyun and Tris... who were a few weeks apart... had not spent a single day without the other since tris was born... Soyou had left work for a bit when ki was born, since woohyun was earning enough to provide for the family... bora hated that she had to go back to work after her maternity leave was over but was thankful that tris was in the hands of the only person she trusted.. Kihyun and tris went through everything together... from nappy changes... spitting up food on soyou ... their first words... learning how to walk ... to attending the same kindergarten... primary middle and high school... They were more than best friends... they had become each other's other half... the ones they turned to when something bad happened and the ones they couldn’t wait to run to when something good happened... They had not noticed just how much they needed the other until the day kihyun left home to follow his dreams of being a singer...

The first time tris asked ki what he wanted to be when he grew up... they were 12 years old.. their parents were busy at the dinner table while the kids played... all 4 of them expected an answer like fireman or police or an engineer like woohyun... however ki stated he was going to be a singer.. The parents all chuckled but tris simply replied.. wen u become famous.. can you buy me a pink pony ? Ofcz ki replied i will buy you 3 pink ponies... tris' face lit up and ever since that day she had become ki’s #1 fangirl... she filmed his audition tapes for agencies ... she stood in lines with him when there were open castings... she made posters and stood in crowds at talent shows he participated in...Gifted him cds with vocal lessons whenever she could save up enough of her allowance... this continued for years, until one day his dream had started to turn into a reality.

Tris and ki were watching a movie in his room when his mum called out for him saying he has a phone call.. tris had paused the movie and waited patiently for him to return... soon she could hear soyou crying and opening the front door ... tris looked out the window and saw soyou make her way next door most probably to talk to bora... ki came back into the room with a blank look on his face.. ki sat down on his bed next to tris and kept staring off in a daydream state.. "kihyunah what happened to your mum... is everything okay... why is she crying" ki looked at tris still unable to speak until he finally collapsed his head onto her shoulder... "i got a call from starship ent... they want me to come in for a live audition" tris finally understood why ki had gone into this shocked state... it was almost hard to believe that he had gotten a response back from anyone... after sending in so many audition vids, they eventually gave up when no one responded... tris pulled ki up from her shoulder... and put her hands on his shouldersto keep him from collapsing again.. "ki .. its happening. .. The moment we worked towards the past 5 years.. its here.. im so proud of u”.. tris tried to tell herself this was really happening as she said these words... they sat there for a while unable to say anything or move .. they did this alot... when someone had something they were not ready to talk about .. they would just sit in silence until that person was ready to spill... but this was the first time they sat in happy silence... "tris... what if im not good enough" ki finally said... "they would not have called you up if they didnt see some talent in you... all you have to do is go there and show them what i see in you everyday.. and if they dont want you, then screw them.. it will be their loss… and we will just keep trying until someone realizes how special you are."

Ki was always thankful for tris' support... sometimes he wondered how he would have gotten through most of his life if she hadn’t been by his side... he knew he definitely wouldn’t have gotten this call, had she not been there with him every step of the way cheering him on every time he felt like there was no point anymore... Ki looked at tris sitting in front of him and put his hand to her head and patted it... this was his thing... every time he needed to calm down or she did something cute or she needed comforting ...he would pat her head ...

The same girl on the same bed just like every other day of his life. The same girl he ever gave a flower to when they were 5 and playing in the garden, because he wanted to give her something pretty. The same girl who stood next to him staring worriedly into the mirror the first time he attempted shaving. The same girl who made his tie knots, not because he didn’t know how, just because he thought she made it better.

The same girl on the same bed, only this time felt different, as if from this day onwards, the rest of their lives were going to change… ki’s dream was finally coming true but all he could think about as he looked at tris, was how he was going to live his life without her by his side...

A few weeks after the audition, kihyun had become a starship trainee... he had moved into the dorm with a bunch of other guys who soon became his family...

No matter how close ki got to these guys... no one could fill the tris void he had since leaving home... he had gone from seeing her every day, to seeing her once every 3 months... she used to call him every until his days got too tiring and he was asleep by the time she called... ki spent the next 4 years this way.. Being a trainee was the hardest thing he had ever gone through... it was especially harder when he had to participate in a survival show with the guys he saw as brothers... the only thing harder than saying goodbye to the guys who got cut was when he said goodbye to tris all those years ago... After many hardships and struggles, the moment had finally come... a date had been set... a group name had been given... positions had been assigned... kihyun was finally going to debut...

Tris still couldnt believe it was happening. It was hard enough to believe that the boy she watched on tv was the same boy who ran all the way to the store to buy pads, meds and ice cream when they were at the library studying for finals and she had gotten her period.

The same boy who since that day, had memorized her schedule and always reminded so she was prepared... The same boy who gave her a flower when they were 5…

That boy was going to be famous... Even though it was hard to process, tris knew since they were younger that this day would come... and not just because she hoped she would get her ponies.. She had seen the talent in him before anyone else had... it scared her sometimes when they were filming auditions... what gonna happen when my best friend becomes everyone’s oppa?… what’s gonna happen when my best friend becomes an idol and I no longer see him?... what happens when my best friend finds a new best friend and no longer needs me? It had been a while since she had those thoughts and they all returned upon news of his debut… Tris hated herself for feeling so selfish. She more than anyone wanted ki to succeed and accomplish all his dreams.. She just sometimes wished his dreams didn’t take him away from her.

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