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hotshotsxyz · 9 months ago

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doctor, doctor, give me the news

(buddie) (1.4k words) (8x05 spec) y'all i think i kind of went off with this one

Tommy flinches. It’s a quick, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it thing that he quickly turns into a playful cringe, but for a second, it was real. It was real and Buck saw it and he doesn’t know how to unsee it.

He pulls his phone out and opens the camera so he can see it for himself, and okay, yeah, it’s not great. But also—they’re both firefighters. Buck’s seen way worse than swollen, red skin, and he’s sure Tommy has too.

“Afraid of the curse now?” he asks lightly instead of voicing the thought.

“Um, yeah, I think you’ve convinced me,” Tommy replies.

Buck squints at his own image. “What do you think it is?”

“Other than a curse?” Tommy asks.

Buck nods.

“Honestly, Evan, I have no idea. Maybe we should call in some back-up.”

“What?” Buck asks, brow furrowing. “Like some kind of curse breaker?”

Tommy snorts. “Like someone with a little more medical training,” he replies.

��Oh, yeah that—that’s probably a good idea,” Buck says. He feels himself flush even redder.

“You want me to call Hen? Or Chimney, maybe?” Tommy asks.

Buck shakes his head. “They’re taking the kids to a haunted hayride today. I’ll text Eddie.”

Tommy’s nose wrinkles a little, and Buck can’t help but wonder which part of what he just said Tommy didn’t like. He types out a quick message.

SOS. curse real. need paramedic diaz asap

Eddie’s reply is almost instantaneous and comes in three short messages.

not a paramedic

and curses aren’t real

I’m on my way

Buck looks up from his phone. “He’ll be here soon,” he says.

“That was fast,” Tommy observes.

Buck shrugs. For a second he considers sending Eddie a selfie, something to prepare him for the not-so-pleasant sight of his face, but he—

He kind of wants to see if Eddie flinches, too.

Eddie’s key turns in the lock and Tommy shoots Buck an odd look. He’d try to parse it, but he’s really starting to feel how much his face hurts and he kind of just wants Eddie to hurry up and fix it. He stands and walks past the stairs in time to see him shut the door.

“Ouch,” Eddie hisses as soon as he catches sight of whatever it is his face is doing now. It’s not a flinch. If anything, he sways forward like he might at a scene. Assessing. Ready to jump in as soon as he’s formed a plan.

“Yeah,” Buck says. “Told you I’m cursed.”

Eddie lets out a light laugh. “Mm, I think I’m supposed to be the one making the diagnosis here,” he says.

He ushers Buck to the kitchen table, sets his med kit down, and pulls out a chair for him.

“Gee,” Buck says, “A guy could get used to this kind of medical care.”

Eddie grins. “Doctor Diaz, at your service,” he says, holding out a hand for Buck to shake.

Buck huffs a soft laugh and takes it. “I’ll be a good patient, I promise,” he says.

“Don’t start lying to me now,” Eddie replies, eyes twinkling.

Across the table, Tommy chokes.

Buck drops Eddie’s hand and looks over at him. “You okay?” he asks.

“Mm,” Tommy hums. “Just uh—got some spit down the wrong pipe.”

Buck frowns but doesn’t push it any further. He looks back at Eddie and finds him rummaging through his kit with a pen light between his teeth. He makes a triumphant noise and turns to Buck.

“Alright, let’s see,” Eddie says softly.

He steps into the space between Buck’s legs, and Buck’s brain kind of just—freezes.

“Look up for me?” Eddie prompts, and when Buck doesn’t—can’t—immediately comply, Eddie presses two fingers beneath his chin and guides it up until suddenly the only thing Buck can see are Eddie’s eyes. “Thought you we’re going to be a good patient,” Eddie murmurs.

All at once, Buck’s brain unfreezes, skipping right past calm and into hyperdrive. Because—because—he’s looking at Eddie and Eddie’s thumb is skating across the skin that’s just beneath the worst of the swelling and Buck can feel it and surely Eddie’s touched his face before except—except—no, Buck’s pretty sure he hasn’t but now that he has Buck’s never going to be able to forget the way it feels because he knows it should hurt, it should, but it doesn’t and he kind of never wants Eddie to stop touching him and that’s—that’s—

“—hurt?” Eddie asks, only Buck misses 90% of the question so instead of answering he hums vaguely and watches Eddie’s face twist in sympathy.

Eddie starts dabbing something on Buck’s face, hydrocortisone maybe, or triple anti-biotic—whatever it is it feels cool and nice and as Eddie concentrates on his task he bites down on his lip and suddenly Buck can’t look at anything else, can’t look at the furrow in Eddie’s brow can’t look at the ceiling can’t—

“You think he’ll live?” Tommy asks dryly.

Buck feels like he’s been doused with cold water.

Eddie’s lips, those lips that he still can’t bring himself to look away from, twitch into a small smile. “Depends,” he says. “Has anyone figured out how to break the curse?”

It punches a laugh out of Buck’s chest, the kind that comes out in a single syllable and with a rush of air. Eddie takes a step back and finally Buck feels like his brain is returning from the stratosphere, back to its baseline level of chaos.

“So—” Buck tries, but it comes out rough. He clears his throat. “What’s uh—what’s the diagnosis.”

Eddie frowns. “Honestly? It kind of looks like spider bites.”

Tommy’s chair clatters back, and when Buck looks over he’s suddenly standing.

“Babe?” Buck asks, but it feels gummy and unfamiliar in his mouth.

“I, um—not a fan of spiders,” he squeaks.

Eddie blows out a soft breath that Buck’s pretty sure only he could recognize as laughter.

“You don’t have to stick around,” Buck says, and he swears he means stick around the loft, but—but—“I’m okay, I’ve got the second best doctor in Los Angeles looking after me.”

“Second!” Eddie exclaims, mock affronted.

“Hen,” Buck replies with a shrug.

Eddie heaves a dramatic sigh. “You’re not wrong.”

Tommy looks between them, a deep furrow in his brow. “Yeah,” he says. “I’ll uh—I’ll head out.” He backs toward the door, then pauses as he gets a hand on the knob. “See you tomorrow?” he directs at Buck.

“’Course,” Buck replies, and he’s pretty sure if Tommy had asked him that this morning his reply would’ve sounded soft and sweet to his own ear, but now Buck doesn’t hear much of anything at all.

Tommy nods once, and then he’s gone.

Buck looks back at Eddie, and god, he tries. He tries so hard not to notice the long line of Eddie’s legs where he’s leaning against the table, not quite sitting on it. He tries not to think about that soft curl, the one that makes an appearance more often than not these days, the one that rests against his forehead. He wants—he doesn’t—Eddie’s not—

Buck stands abruptly, except Eddie never did take more than a step back and now they’re practically nose to nose and Buck isn’t sure if he’s still breathing. Eddie’s head tips to the side and Buck—there’s not a thing he can do to stop the freight train that is his imagination, and oh, he can see it. He can feel it.

All at once he’s sure that if Eddie Diaz were to lean in and kiss him—right now, or a year from now, or a decade—if Eddie kissed him, Buck would be ruined in every sense of the word. He’d never be able to kiss another person without seeing Eddie, feeling Eddie, tasting Eddie and—

He wouldn’t want to.

Buck takes a stumbling step back and knocks into his chair, making it clatter the same way Tommy’s had. And fuck, for a second he didn’t even—

“Buck?” Eddie asks, all concern and kindness and wide brown eyes.

“Fine!” Buck says. “I’m fine. You—you, uh—do you want—” Me? Us? Something terrifying and perfect and permanent and “—water?”

Eddie’s brows knit together. “Sure,” he says. “But sit back down. Let me get it.”

“Okay,” Buck breathes. He sinks into his chair.

Eddie grabs two glasses out of his cabinet without even pausing to think and fills them with the Brita he already knew was in Buck’s fridge and snags a coaster that he bought before placing one of the glasses in front of Buck.

“Seriously,” he says, settling into the chair closest to him and leaning forward, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Buck says, and he’s honest to god not even sure if he’s lying.

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darkparablesfan · 1 month ago

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Hello again! I am here again with some headcanons. This for a fan event that me and a friend of mine @shuji123 made up!

The event basically is based on Cinderella.

People wears magical glass slippers that leads them to the dance floor where they would dance with their fated true love. However they also been enchanted by a face blind spell that will only disappear once the dance is over.

Here is the boys reactions when they see you as their fated true love.

🌹 Riddle Rosehearts

As the enchantment shatters like spun glass, Riddle turns with a calm breath—expecting decorum.

Then he sees you.

His expression freezes. For a split second, he doesn’t speak—he just stares, eyes wide and full of quiet disbelief. “You…?” The word is barely above a whisper.

Then the guilt sets in. How many times has he scolded you for things you did with good intentions? How many times did you show him kindness anyway? He takes a step forward, voice trembling. “I… I never imagined it could be you. But… I’m glad it is.”

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♣️ Trey Clover

The moment the spell fades, Trey blinks slowly, turning toward the person who had just been laughing softly with him about his “two left feet.”

“Y/N?”

His smile comes easily—gentle, warm, a little shy around the edges. “Guess the stars were right—you are my perfect match.” He chuckles quietly, then takes off his glasses to clean them—nerves creeping up behind his calm demeanor. “Well, if you’ll have me… I’d be honored to keep dancing with you, glass slippers or not.”

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♦️ Cater Diamond

He opens his eyes, expecting something MagiCam-worthy. But when he sees you, he just stops.

Like the music vanished.

His painted-on grin falters for a heartbeat, replaced with something real. His brows rise—he’s stunned. Then he lets out a small, breathless laugh. “Woah. You’re seriously my match?” And then softer, “I mean… wow. It feels right.”

Then he’s back to beaming. “Gonna need a selfie with you ASAP, babe~ This moment? Totally priceless.”

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♥️ Ace Trappola

When the magic lifts, Ace looks around like “okay, let’s get this over with.”

And then—he sees You.

His entire face short-circuits.

“Wha—HUH?! You’re kidding, right?” He laughs, flustered, then rubs the back of his neck with a huff. “I mean—not that I’m complaining or anything, but seriously? You?”

Then, with a rare, genuine softness: “…Guess that explains why dancing with you didn’t suck.” He grins, cheeks red. “Don’t get used to the flattery, ‘kay?”

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♠️ Deuce Spade

The spell breaks—and Deuce turns to look at his partner, expecting someone graceful, someone elegant...

Instead, he sees you. His eyes go huge. “Y-Y/N?!”

He stumbles over his own feet. “I—I didn’t… You’re my…? Oh man.” His hands hover awkwardly like he’s not sure whether to bow or apologize. Then, slowly, a sincere smile spreads across his face.

“I’m really happy. I can’t believe it’s you… but I’m so glad it is.” He gently offers his hand again—his ears pink. “If it’s okay… can we dance one more time? Just us.”

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🦁 Leona Kingscholar

The spell lifts, and Leona exhales, impatient. He turns lazily—bored and ready to brush the whole thing off.

But then… he sees you.

His eyes narrow. Then open.

“…Tch.”

You. Of all people.

He looks away for a long moment, jaw clenched. “You?” he mutters under his breath. Not angry—afraid. Because someone like you is dangerous. You are the type that could slip under his guard and stay.

“…You’re really unlucky, you know,” he finally says, voice low. “Getting stuck with a guy like me.”

But he doesn’t walk away.

He stays.

Because deep down, maybe this cursed glass slipper finally fits.

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🐶 Ruggie Bucchi

The magic fades—and Ruggie blinks fast. His face scrunches up as he sees who it is.

“Wait… huh?! Y/N?!”

He actually chokes on his own spit, then laughs out loud in disbelief.

“Nooo way. Seriously?! You got scammed by fate, huh?” But the laughter doesn’t reach his eyes. Because behind the joke is a flash of awe, a quiet flutter of something he doesn’t think he deserves.

“You… you sure this ain’t some fluke?” he asks quietly, voice softer than usual. And when you smile at him?

He grins, a little crooked.

“…Guess I better stop skipping out on breakfast. Got someone to impress now.”

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🐺 Jack Howl

Jack feels the magic vanish—and his instincts kick in before his thoughts do. He turns and locks eyes with you.

“…!”

His mouth parts, stunned. “Y/N…?”

He’s completely still. Like someone punched him straight in the chest. His ears twitch, and he looks away almost immediately, the tips of them bright red.

“I—I don’t get it,” he says. “You… you’re always so kind. And strong. Why would someone like you be fated for someone like me?”

Then, more quietly:

“…But I’m not gonna reject it. I’ll work hard to be worthy of it. Of you.”

He gently, almost shyly, holds out his hand again.

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🐙 Azul Ashengrotto

The enchantment fades. Azul brushes a hand through his hair, ready to paste on his usual pleasant smile—

—and freezes.

His glasses nearly slip off.

“Y/N?” he breathes, startled. His brain short-circuits—surely not. Surely fate wouldn't be so cruel.

Because you’re the one person who helped him, smiled at him, saw through him without demanding a single thing.

His heart sinks.

“This must be a mistake,” he says stiffly, guarding his voice behind a businesslike tone. “You deserve someone… far more noble. Someone better.”

But when you step toward him—soft eyes, genuine smile—his walls crack just a little.

“…I’ll protect this bond,” he murmurs, barely audible. “Even if it’s fragile. Even if it’s foolish.”

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🍄‍🟫 Jade Leech

The magic lifts. Jade’s ever-present grin flickers into something still. Almost… unreadable.

“Well,” he says smoothly, tilting his head as he stares directly at you. “How utterly unexpected.”

And yet—his heart skips.

You are the one?

The gentle, intuitive person who treated even him with warmth? The one who brought him wildflowers once, just because?

He steps closer with deliberate calm, but there’s a rare glint in his eye—something almost reverent.

“…You do realize what this means, don’t you?” he murmurs. “You’ve wandered into very deep waters, dear Y/N.”

His smile returns—still sharp, but now laced with something tender.

“I hope you’ll let me keep you safe in them.”

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🦈 Floyd Leech

The second the spell breaks, Floyd whips around in excitement.

“Oi~! Who’s my shrimpy fate—”

Then sees you.

Stares.

Eyes wide. Expression unreadable. For a long second, he’s just… silent.

“…Eh?”

Then it hits.

Like lightning.

A gigantic grin spreads across his face.

“EH?? SHRIMPY?? YOU’RE MINE?? AHAHAHA!! THIS IS SO FUNNY!!”

He grabs you, spins you around. “Now you can’t escape, y’know? Not from fate~!”

But even through the playful tone, there’s a weird softness in his eyes when he looks at you.

“…You really danced with me, huh?” he says, quieter now. “Guess you’re stuck with me forever, Y/N~ …That okay?”

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☀️ Kalim Al-Asim

The moment the magic lifts, Kalim gasps—

“Y/N?!”

He beams, eyes shining like a child on Christmas morning. It’s not confusion—it’s pure, overflowing joy.

He clasps your hands instantly.

“I can’t believe it was you! That’s amazing! I knew you felt so warm—but you?!”

And then? He laughs. Bright and loud and full of delight.

He whirls you into another impromptu spin. The music may be over, but Kalim is still dancing.

“I’m the luckiest guy in the world! You’re my destined one?! I’m gonna tell Jamil! We’re gonna throw a whole party just for this!”

But when things quiet down, he leans in close and says more gently—

“…I really hope I can make you as happy as you make me everyday.”

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🐍 Jamil Viper

The spell breaks.

Jamil stares. His entire posture stiffens.

He looks at you like someone just told him the moon is in love with the sea.

“You—”

He stops himself.

His heart is racing.

Not because you’re unsuitable. But because you are everything he never dared imagine he could have.

Someone too kind. Too selfless. Too good.

And you are his?

He steps back slightly, gaze guarded, walls going up by instinct.

“…This doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Fate must be mistaken.”

But then he sees your eyes—that look—and his breath hitches.

You're not afraid. You are not second-guessing. You’re just there. Standing there with open arms.

And something inside Jamil breaks—in the best way. His arms wrapped around you.

“…Don’t disappear,” he says quietly. “If this is real… then stay.”

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💄 Vil Schoenheit

The moment the spell fades and your face becomes clear, Vil’s breath halts.

His eyes widen just a little—barely perceptible to others, but a storm of surprise in his heart.

“…You.”

He says it softly. Like a revelation.

Not in disdain.

Not in disappointment.

But with a kind of reverence he didn’t know he was capable of.

“You’re… my fated one?”

Vil steps closer. He studies you—truly sees you.

Not just your softness or your sweetness—but your strength too. The quiet kind. The kind that shines brightest under pressure.

He exhales, then offers you a hand once more.

“Then I am lucky. Because to be paired with someone like you—someone so sincere… I must be doing something right.”

And though he hides it well, there’s a faint pink dusting his cheeks.

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🏹 Rook Hunt

“Mon dieu…”

The moment he sees you, Rook presses a hand to his heart like he’s been shot.

His entire face lights up—thrilled, amazed, deeply enchanted.

“Quelle beauté, quelle grâce—! My dear, to think it was you! My heart knew your soul long before my eyes saw your face!”

He circles around you with practiced grace, admiring every gesture, every shift of expression. Not to make you uncomfortable—but like a painter taking in their muse.

“It must be fate. There’s no other explanation for the perfection of this pairing!”

He kisses your hand dramatically.

“I shall devote myself to uncovering every layer of your mystery, ma colombe. This is but the beginning of our story~”

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🍎 Epel Felmier

“...Wait. Y/N?”

He freezes.

Stares.

His ears go red instantly.

“Wha—You—you’re the person I was dancing with?!”

It short-circuits his brain.

Sure, it felt nice during the dance. Gentle. Comforting. But You?!

He splutters. He’s embarrassed. He doesn't know where to look. His image!! What would Vil say?!

“…W-Well, it’s not like I’m upset or nothin’! I mean, you’re great! I just—uh—wow, seriously? You?”

Then, sheepishly, he mutters under his breath:

“…I guess I’m kinda glad it was you.”

But he won’t say it again.

Unless you asks. (Then maybe.)

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💻 Idia Shroud

"..."

The silence lasts too long.

The second your face comes into focus, Idia freezes like a computer crashing mid-update.

No words. Just big, horrified eyes and visible internal screaming.

“Y/N?! A-Are you sure the spell's not glitching? Maybe it didn’t update—Did anyone patch-check this thing—?!”

His hair flares pink and blue in chaotic, panicked pulses.

Because out of everyone, it had to be you.

The person who brings food to his dorm, talks gently to Ortho, and—worse of all—smiles at him like he’s someone worth smiling at.

He flails for an escape route, mumbles excuses, nearly trips over the hem of his coat—

But before he can run off, he glances back.

You’re still there. Looking at him. Softly. Not laughing. Not mocking. Just… warm.

And he short-circuits again.

“...N-No way someone like you got stuck with someone like me…”

Yet maybe—just maybe—a part of him is happy.

(Ortho will never let him live it down.)

Ortho beams like a kid on their birthday.

Then, more seriously, he floats up a little closer.

“...Please be patient with Nii-san. He gets scared easily. But I think you might be the one person brave enough to reach him.”

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🐉 Malleus Draconia

The spell breaks—and he blinks.

You.

You were the one he’d danced with. The one who laughed so gently at his awkward steps. Who offered their hand without hesitation. Who didn’t shy away from the magic in the air—or in him.

A long silence. His expression unreadable at first.

Then, a slow, blooming smile—one that feels like dusk melting into moonlight.

“So… it was you.”

His voice is deep, low, fond.

He gently holds your hand—carefully, reverently. Not as a prince, but as someone who’s been alone for a very long time, and now finds himself seen.

“I have never dare to dream of having someone that the stars sent for me,” he murmurs, “and yet here you are. A light that chose to walk with a shadow.”

He bows over your hand—no grandeur, no theatrics. Just genuine warmth.

“If you will allow it… I would like to remain at your side for all the dances yet to come.”

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🦇 Lilia Vanrouge

“Oh ho~?”

The moment the spell lifts and he sees you, Lilia’s eyes sparkle with mischief—and something softer underneath.

“Well, well, well. I must have done something good if the stars paired me with you~.”

He takes your hand with a little flourish, still playful—but there’s a rare sincerity in the way his gloved fingers curl around yours.

“You were quite the enchanting partner. Even with the mystery magic... I felt it was you.”

His tone dips briefly, more honest.

“You remind me of the world I used to dream of. Soft, but strong. Kind, but never naive. Someone who could weather even the harshest of times with their heart still intact.”

He winks. “Looks like I just found a reason to stay here a while longer.”

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⚡ Sebek Zigvolt

“…!!!”

Sebek freezes. His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.

“Y-You—!? Y/N?!”

His face turns bright red.

He is absolutely malfunctioning.

“I- I mean— IT IS AN HONOR! A-AN UNEXPECTED ONE! TO BE DESTINED —TO YOU!”

He straightens up immediately, hand over his heart like he’s pledging to protect you in battle for the rest of his life.

(Which, let’s be honest, he might.)

“You danced… excellently! Yes! You upheld the decorum of the event beautifully! The grace, the dignity—! I was impressed! No—moved!”

He pauses. Lowers his voice, just barely.

“…You’re very gentle. Even to someone like me. That’s… I’ll treasure that.”

He bows stiffly, then softly says:

“I’ll guard you as if you were royalty.”

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🌘 Silver

He blinks slowly.

“…It was you?”

He sounds… a little dazed. He hadn’t expected it. But as he looks at you, something quiet and peaceful settles behind his eyes.

“…That makes sense.”

There’s a slight flush on his cheeks, but his voice is calm—serene, like morning mist.

“You’ve always made me feel at peace. Even when I’m tired, I can hear your voice and feel safe.”

He gently takes your hand and holds it like it’s something fragile. Precious.

“I would like to keep walking beside you… if you’ll let me.”

And for a moment, just one moment, you swear the usually drowsy Silver smiles—a soft, open smile, like sunlight through clouds.

Hope you guys liked them! 🥰

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sleepdeprivedf1fan · 3 months ago

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A Cheeky Day in Monaco

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It was a sun-drenched afternoon in Monaco, the kind of day that made the Mediterranean Sea sparkle like diamonds. Lando Norris, the charming British F1 driver, had just wrapped up the last race before the summer break and was ready to enjoy some downtime. With his girlfriend, you by his side, the two of you set out to explore the luxurious boutiques and charming streets of the city.

As you strolled through the vibrant streets, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. The Grand Prix had just concluded, and the city was still alive with the energy of the race. Lando, clad in a casual t-shirt and jeans, exuded an effortless charisma. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the way he interacted with fans, taking the time to snap selfies and chat with anyone who wanted a moment of his attention.

“Let’s check out that store over there,” you suggested, pointing towards a boutique that displayed an array of beautiful summer dresses in the window. Lando grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Only if you promise to try on something stunning,” he replied, nudging you playfully. You rolled your eyes, knowing full well that he was just trying to charm you into buying something new.

Inside the boutique, you found yourself surrounded by luxurious fabrics and vibrant colors. With Lando’s encouragement, you picked out a few dresses to try on. As you stepped out of the changing room, Lando’s expression transformed into one of awe.

“Wow, you look incredible! Seriously, that one is definitely a keeper,” he said, his eyes lighting up with admiration. You couldn’t help but blush at his compliment, feeling like a million bucks in that dress.

After a few more outfits and a couple of giggles, you made your way to the counter to pay. But just as you reached for your wallet, Lando quickly interjected by swiping his card without a word.

“But Lando, I can pay for my own dress,” you protested, your pride flaring up.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to that playful tone you had come to adore. “You can pay at home,” he said, winking at you. The cheekiness in his voice made you laugh, and you could see a few other shoppers nearby chuckling at the exchange.

Unbeknownst to you both, someone had been filming the interaction on their phone, capturing the moment for all to see. As Lando handed over his card to the cashier, you could hear the muffled laughter in the background. You shot him a playful glare, half-exasperated and half-amused.

“Seriously? You’re going to use that line?” you teased, shaking your head as you tried to suppress your laughter.

“Hey, it’s a valid plan,” he replied with mock seriousness, shrugging as if he was the most logical person in the world. “Besides, I’ve got to keep my girlfriend happy, right?”

You couldn’t argue with that logic, and soon enough, you were both swept up in the excitement of the day. After leaving the boutique, you wandered down the pristine streets, the sun warming your skin as you explored the various shops. It felt like a scene straight out of a movie—a perfect day with the man you adored.

You stopped at a small café for a quick coffee break, the aroma of freshly brewed espresso wafting through the air. Lando settled into the chair across from you, and you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly cool he looked.

“So, what’s next on the agenda?” he asked, leaning back with a playful grin.

“Maybe some gelato?” you suggested, your eyes sparkling with excitement at the thought of the sweet treat.

“Gelato it is!” he agreed, and with that, you both made your way to the little gelato shop that was always buzzing with people.

As you stood in line, Lando leaned closer to you. “You know, I could get used to days like this,” he said, his voice softening. “Just you, me, and a whole lot of sunshine.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words. “Me too. This is perfect,” you replied, feeling content in the moment.

When it was your turn to order, you insisted on paying for your gelato, but Lando wasn’t having any of it. “You can pay at home, dubble the better.” he cheekily reiterated, causing the shopkeeper to chuckle at the playful banter.

“Are you always this stubborn?” you asked, mock exasperation in your voice.

“Only when it comes to my girlfriend,” he countered, his eyes dancing with mischief.

After finishing your gelato, you decided to take a leisurely walk along the harbor, admiring the luxury yachts that dotted the coastline. Lando wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you strolled side by side. You stopped to take pictures, capturing the perfect moments of laughter and joy.

At one point, you noticed a few fans approach Lando, excited to get a picture with him. He was more than happy to oblige, flashing his signature smile while you stood back, taking in the sight. You felt a swell of pride watching him interact with his fans, knowing how genuine he was with each one.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the water, you found a quiet spot to sit and just enjoy the view. Lando leaned back on his elbows, looking out at the horizon. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him; the way the sunlight caught his features made him look almost ethereal.

“Thanks for today,” you said softly, feeling grateful for the moments you shared.

He turned to you, his expression earnest. “Thank you for being you. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” he replied, his sincerity making your heart skip a beat.

Just then, a notification pinged on your phone. You picked it up, and to your surprise, it was a tweet from a fan who had recorded Lando’s earlier cheeky remark about paying at home. The video had gone viral, and the comments were filled with laughter and playful banter about your relationship.

“Looks like you’re famous now,” you teased, showing him the video.

He chuckled, watching the clip as he shook his head in amusement. “I Already was,” he laughed, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his cheeks.

“Honestly, it was hilarious,” you replied, your laughter bubbling up again. “You’re like a meme now!”

“Great, just what I need,” he said, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Now everyone will expect me to be this cheeky all the time.”

You leaned in closer, a playful smile gracing your lips. “Well, it is kind of your brand now, isn’t it?”

With the sun setting behind you, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Lando turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Alright, I’ll embrace it. But only if you promise to keep being my beautiful girlfriend.”

You laughed, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Deal.”

As the evening progressed, you both continued to enjoy the vibrant, bustling atmosphere of Monaco. With Lando by your side, every moment felt like an adventure. The day had been perfect, filled with laughter, playful banter, and cherished memories.

#lando norris imagine #f1 #f1 imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris #lando norris x you

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vesseloflukola · 3 months ago

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I have a theory…

As I was rewatching interviews from the WT that were posted yesterday, I was thinking about JUST how lovey and flirty Nic and Luke came across (which, of course, is why we fell in love with them and why we have been shipping them so hard).

The shipping got stronger with every additional interview we saw. They were more and more flirtatious. They got more and more unhinged. They could just not hide how much love and admiration they have for one another.

They were, however, able to hide a bit behind the fact that they had known each other and had been working together for five years at the time. They said they are the best of friends. I think this was what kept the GA’s reaction to them at bay. Only the actual shippers could see as time went on, and we got more interviews and bts videos, how everything with them fit into place, and we were convinced of their romantic love and deep connection with one another.

I am one who fully believes that Nicola and Luke secretly got married around the end of September 2024, and that they now have a little family.

I think back to last fall and how everyone wanted them to post the “Polin Selfie”. They did end up posting a selfie…and we were all happy to get it…but it was not like past Polin selfie’s, was it? In fact, I don’t believe that WAS the Polin selfie. I believe that was a way for them to “soft launch” (yes…I am as tired of that term as the rest of you) with the cover of it possibly being the Polin selfie.

I was also thinking how, other than posts congratulating one another or celebrating Polin, they have not posted about one another since then.

There has also been chatter of how Nic used to always post random bts pics while they were filming seasons 1-3, but how she has not posted any for filming for season 4.

My theory for her not posting is that she and Luke are just so unbelievably happy and in love (and in the “Honeymoon” stage of their relationship), that any pic or video of them would undeniably confirm (even to the GA) that they are together.

We have seen the bts video’s from season 3, where everyone was side-eyeing them…but I 100% believe that they are married and all of their cast knows they are married. I don’t think anyone is trying to hide anything on set this season. I think because of that, nobody can post any pictures. They would be too telling.

I know a lot of people were disappointed that Luke/Colin was not in any of the footage Bridgerton used to announce the Valentine’s Day special. Some thought it was because they wanted to highlight Luke T. and Yerin because it is their season. In hindsight I think it might have been because Luke can’t keep his feelings to himself. They are written all over his face and shown through not only his body language, but often his words.

I find confirmation for my theory when we look back at the SAG awards. Nic and Luke were SO happy together and as unhinged in interviews and candid photos there as they were on the WT.

This was the first time we had seen them together since the WT and in a picture since that “Polin” selfie in October. They told on themselves (like they have before) by acting like they had not seen each other in forever and giving us that hug, for us then to find out they had seen each other at the party just the night before.

The GA was even clocking them after the SAG’s. They simply can’t control themselves around one another. I believe, because of the narrative they are trying to sell right now, that they can’t chance anything from bts for season 4 getting out to give us further confirmation.

I believe they DO plan to reveal their relationship before season 4 comes out. I think it will be VERY interesting to see the bts footage of them when it does get released. I think it is going to be SO good.

For now though, we continue to wait for our two favorites to he ready to reveal.

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p1eceandharmon1 · 5 months ago

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dates┊ p1harmony (part 2)

warnings: kissing, wearing a tight dress (Intak's) ┊ fluff! ┊ fem!reader x Intak, gn!reader x Soul, gn!reader x Jongseob ┊ word count: 1877

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➳ Intak | 황인탁

Shopping date

Spring was just around the corner and both you and your boyfriend though it would be a good idea to go in search of new outfits for the upcoming season. You entered the shopping mall holding hands, Intak making them sway. He had come up with the idea of becoming each other’s personal stylist for the day, so he was more than ready to look for the prettiest clothes for you and pamper you with compliments. He wasn’t worried about what you would choose for him; if you liked it, he would like it too.

The moment you set foot in the first store, you felt Intak’s hand tugging you towards a specific corner where the matching items for couples were located. There were matching jewellery, shirts and jackets, but Intak grabbed a navy blue cap with a simple yet cute design in white and placed it on your head, putting the matching one on himself. “These are nice, don’t you think?” he asked as he fixed some strands of your hair that got messed up after putting on the cap. “They’re cool,” you admitted after taking a better look at them at a small mirror. Intak went closer to you and threw an arm around your shoulders, his phone on his other hand, ready to take some mirror selfies. You leaned your head a bit closer to Intak’s, not suspecting he would grab your chin to kiss your lips for the selfie.

“You could’ve warned me,” you said holding back your embarrassed laugh. “I’m sorry, you looked so good,” he shrugged with an innocent look on his eyes. “And it turned out great, look.” He said teasingly while showing you the photo on his phone, and you smacked his chest as you let out the giggles you were holding in.

You put aside the caps with the intention of bringing them home with you later and then browsed through the rest of the store, picking up every piece of clothing you thought would look good on each other. Once you were done, you met at the fitting room, your arms full of clothes of different materials and colors, and you took turns to try on everything and do a little silly runway show. Intak went in first, and every time he came out with the outfits of your choice, you couldn’t help but stare in awe. “It’s impossible that you look this good in literally everything,” you approached him to fix the jacket he had on. “You just chose really well,” he said giving your nose a boop, taking advantage of the proximity. “Come on, it’s your turn now”.

You went into the fitting room and saw Intak had chosen three different outfits for you. You felt so confident and beautiful in every one of them that your heart softened at the thought of your boyfriend knowing your preferences so well and looking so carefully for clothes of your liking. Every time you showed him an outfit, you noticed his eyes shining with pure adoration as he showered you with compliments.

The last piece of clothing he chose made you laugh under your breath as you were putting it on. You looked at yourself in the mirror, lowkey loving the way the short tight dress Intak picked hugged your curves perfectly. “You’re so not ready for this one,” you said right before stepping out of the room.

You laughed at how Intak’s jaw hit the ground the moment he saw you. “What do you think? You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” you asked with a smirk playing on your lips. He came closer to you and put his hands on your hips, not bothering to hide his grin. “I knew you’d look awesome, and I wasn’t wrong. I think I have a goddess in front of me right now,” he whispered against your lips. “Flatterer,” you whispered back before giving him the kiss he was so impatiently waiting for.

➳ Soul | 白翔太

Arcade date

It was the first time Shota invited you to visit his hometown and you couldn’t tell who was the most excited one between you two. He couldn’t wait to show the city he grew up in and take you to the places that were meaningful to him. One night, he suggested visiting the arcade he often went to with his friends, as he had heard it was now wider. You two loved playing games together and, as you were pretty competitive people, it was easy for you to spend hours in there having fun with each other, as if time didn’t matter.

Bright neon lights and loud music playing on the background welcomed you as you entered the arcade. Your pinkies were linked as you walked around the place, your eyes shining with amazement looking at all the different games to choose from. You didn’t notice Shota’s eyes on you the whole time — he wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself, so seeing you that happy made all his worries disappear. “Which game do you wanna try first?”, he asked as he took your bag off your shoulder to carry it himself so you could be more comfortable. “Which ones were your favorites?”, you smiled up at him. He gave you a sweet smile back before leading you through the machines.

A couple of hours passed by without you noticing. Shota and you were having a blast going from one game to another between laughs, celebrating with hugs and pecks when you won and messing around with one another when you lost. You started feeling a bit hot inside the arcade, so Shota accompanied you to the entrance of the building, where all the claw machines were. “Isn’t that the cutest thing ever?”, you pointed at a duckling plushie inside one of the machines, leaning on the glass to take a closer look. “You want it?”, Shota asked from behind you. “I wish I could get it but these things are always rigged. It’s impossible to get anything out,” you complained with a bit of sadness in your voice. “Just you wait,” and before you could tell him otherwise, Shota was already putting a coin into the machine.

You watched his concentrated look as he aimed for the plushie, your heart racing a bit at your boyfriend’s willingness to win for you. It took him less than ten seconds to grab the little duckling with the claw and lead it to the side so it could come out. You looked at him with your eyes wide open. “How did you do that?”, Shota didn’t say anything; he just smiled at you when he handed you your plushie, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to give him a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”, you felt his chest shaking with laughter. “You’re welcome,” he said as you pulled back to admire your new toy. “Are you hungry? Do you wanna go grab something to eat?”, he asked and you nodded as you grabbed the hand he was offering you.

On your way out, you caught a glimpse of a photo booth and you asked Shota with doe eyes to take some pictures to remember the date. As always, he couldn’t say no to you. You made yourselves comfortable inside the small space and set the timer after quickly deciding on what poses to do. For the first photo, you posed with the plushie Shota won for you in between you two, almost as it was a family picture; for the second one, you went for doing a silly face; then, you poked each other’s cheek and for the last one, Shota took you by surprise as he pulled you closer by your waist to give you a sweet kiss on the cheek.

➳ Jongseob | 김종섭

Videogame date

You plopped down on the couch next to Jongseob, who was focused on playing the new videogame he recently bought, his eyes not leaving the TV screen. It had been such a stressful day for you, so you scooted closer to your boyfriend, looking for comfort, and leaned your head on his shoulder. As soon as Jongseob heard the tired sigh that left your lips, he paused the game and looked down at you. “Are you alright, baby?” he asked placing a hand on your thigh and massaging it gently. “Yes… I’m just a bit tired,” you replied, closing your eyes for a moment. “Do you need anything? I can get you some medicine or some food,” he offered but you shook your head. “It’s okay. I just want to relax here with you.” He kissed the top of your head, still a bit worried about you. “Still, tell me if you need anything, okay?”.

You smiled at his attentiveness while he turned his gaze back to the game. “Is that the new game you bought? How is it?” you asked him with curiosity, as you were quite a gamer yourself. “It’s better than I expected, actually,” he made a little pause before asking you, “Would you like to try?”. You lifted your head off his shoulder, feeling your headache slowly going away. “But I have no idea how to play this”. “I can teach you,” he restarted the game and placed the controller in your hands.

He started explaining the aim of the game, as well as the function every button had, and he watched you closely as you started the game. “Man, this is so hard,” you muttered under your breath and started again. Jongseob chuckled at your confused expression. “It’s tricky at first, you just need to get used to it,” he assured you. “And stop frowning. Take it easy,” he placed a finger in between your brows to undo the frown you unconsciously made, making you and himself smile.

It was already the fourth time you tried to get past this specific point of the game and you got extremely frustrated. “I swear I don’t know what else to do,” you leaned back on the couch, defeated and humbled. “You want some help?” Jongseob asked, amused by your reaction. “Please,” you sat up straight again and watched as your boyfriend scooted closer to you, wrapping his warm hands around yours. He placed his fingers above yours and guided them to the right buttons. You easily went through the obstacles of the game thanks to his help, but you had to admit you couldn’t focus on what he was saying to you because his touch made your heart race and your cheeks redden.

“Cute,” his voice made you come back to reality. “What?” you asked, trying to sound as chill as possible. “That even after all the time we’ve been together you still get nervous when I get close to you,” you felt the smirk on his lips even without looking at him. “Don’t you dare tease me, boy.” He snickered, finding you adorable.

“Do you want to play in pairs now?”, he asked, standing up to grab another controller. “Sure, I think I got it”. And just like that, you spent the rest of the evening playing games with your boyfriend, his head resting on your lap and your fingers combing through his hair every now and then.

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#p1harmony #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony imagines #p1harmony scenarios #p1harmony fluff #p1harmony reactions #intak x reader #soul x reader #jongseob x reader

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imaginesig · 1 year ago

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Nepo Baby

Xolo Maridueña x Macchio!Reader

Ralph Macchio x Daughter!Reader

SMAU

I wanted to do a fic with dad Ralph Macchio, but I figured that alone wouldn't be interesting so I added Xolo as a romantic interest. Lowkey starts kinda crappy but gets better as the story evolves

I also kept his real kids out of this because I didn't feel comfortable including them

yn_macchio

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yn_macchio: I ❤️ Nepotism

tagged: no one

Ralph_macchio you need to at least get a matching bandana if you're gonna post Karate Kid

yn_macchio set me up then

Ralph_macchio next time you come home it'll be waiting

user7 I love their relationship so much

user1 OMG A NEW SCRIPT!!

user2 Y/N ARE YOU JOINING COBRA KAI

user7 OMG PLEASE

user3 Daniel LaRusso mentioned‼️

user5 ugh hes so fine

misssmarymouser my fav nepo baby!!

yn_macchio 😘😘

user6 first using her dad for jobs and now likes 🙄

William_zabka Johnnys better

yn_macchio you're so right

Twitter

yn_macchio

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yn_macchio: bring your daughter to work day!!

tagged: ralph_macchio, william_zabka, thejacobbertrand, xolo_mariduena

william_zabka wonderful to have your energy on set today!

ralph_macchio she’s got the correct headband now everyone!!

Peytonlist when she makes dealing with those two idiotic bearable>>>

thejacobbertrand I’ll remember this

xolo_mariduena I’m hurt😔

yn_macchio I love you so much 🫶🫶 @/peytonlist

peytonlist 😘😘

thejacobbertrand NOW IM DEFINITELY REMEMBERING THIS

missmarymouser I GOT BEAT ON THE POST BY XOLO?? AND JACOB?? What happened to that cute selfie we took Y/n 😭

yn_macchio don’t worry it’ll be on a more ~aesthetic~ post

xolo_mariduena

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xolo_mariduena: that’s a wrap #cobrakaiseason5

Tagged: I’m not typing them all out

user1 IM SO EXCITED

user2 do we think Y/n is in this one??

user3 she did seem to allude to it recently

User4 I have some doubts because they’ve started posting each other more but Xolo didn’t include her here

User5 maybe it’s meant to be a secret and if he posted her the speculation would be confirmed

Netflix counting down the days now…

cobrakaiseries we are SO ready 👊👊

ralph_macchio

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ralph_macchio: Happy premier to “Cobra Kai” season 5! Thank you to the worlds best daughter for being my red carpet date, with absolutely no alterer motives

Tagged: yn_macchio

yn_macchio brb crying on my flight back home, the baby pic has me emotional 😭

yn_macchio absolutely no other reason to attend a red carpet event with my super cool, super fun dad

ralph_macchio I’m watching you

user2 y/n what are you up to??

william_zabka it felt like yesterday I was being shown baby pics of you

Ralph_macchio and now we’re dropping her off to fly across the country

user1 “alterer motives” Ralph what are you on abt????

user3 y/n is plotting

xolo_mariduena

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xolo_mariduena: “Cobra Kai” season 5 📸

Tagged: yn_macchio

Missmarymouser: it wasn’t even 3d where did those glasses come from 😭

yn_macchio shhhhhh🤫

xolo_mariduena don’t worry abt it

user1 anyone else think it’s weird the only other person he posted was Y/n

User2 right like girlie isn’t even in the cast😭

user3 do yall think something’s going on between them??

user4 OMG do you guys think this is what her dad was on abt on his post???

yn_macchio

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Yn_macchio the gig is up! What an experience working on my new show, “Callous, Retro, Wild,” has been! The trailer is out now! 🤠

Tagged: CRWoffical

user1 OMG

user3 IM IN LOVE WITH THE OLD WESTERN MOVIE VIBE

user4 and the pink overlay too!!

Xolo_mariduena damn girl 🫣🍑

yn_macchio the jeans do wonders

Ralph_macchio I’ll have Miguel written out right now I swear

tannerbuchananoffical THE EMOJIS WERE FOUL DUDE

user5 BAHAHAHA

Peytonlist I CANT WAIT

Missmarymouser this is so badass 👊👊

yn_macchio what an honor coming from you👏👏

cobrakaiseries

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cobrakaiseries: and with that, the season 5 promo tour is over😭

Tagged: I’m not typing that all out

user1 I’m so sad😭😭

user2 I’m going to miss all the content

xolo_mariduena

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xolo_mariduena: little tour of the concrete jungle

Tagged:

yn_macchio WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OF

xolo_mariduena THERES NOTHING YOU CANT DO

User1 🤨🤨

thejacobbertrand Xolo can pull??

tannerbuchananoffical alert the public 🚨🚨

xolo_mariduena stfu both of you

missmarymouser WHO IS SHE

xolo_mariduena Idk 🤭

twitter

Yn_macchio

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Yn_macchio: She’s nominated for her first Golden Globe 🤩 I’m so honored to be nominated for “Best Actress in a Television Series- Drama” and a huge congrats to the entire team of Cobra Kai for their nomination for “Best Television Series- Drama”

Tagged: no one

Cobrakaiseries Thank you and congrats to little Macchio 🥋🙌

yn_macchio 💋💋

Peytonlist PLEASE THE LAST PHOTO💀

yn_macchio listen if you don’t manically laugh in public upon being informed of your nomination did you even get nominated 🤔

Missmarymouser time for Cobra Kai and Callous, Retro, Wild to tear👏the👏Golden👏Globes👏up👏

yn_macchio we’re gonna eat it up

xolo_mariduena ahhh congrats 🫶🫶

yn_macchio thank youuuuu💋

tannerbuchananoffical 👀

thejacobbertran 👀

Peytonlist 👀

Missmarymouser 👀

gianni_decenzo 👀

xolo_mariduena

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xolo_mariduena: Just a couple of golden globe winners

Tagged: yn_macchio

Ralph_macchio the secrets out! Finally!! I can talk about you guys

yn_macchio ❤️❤️

Missmarymouser I had my suspicions but I’m still shocked

thejacobbertrand OH OH OH

tannerbuchananoffical ok brother

user1 THAT TWITTER PERSON WAS RIGHT

user2 OMG OMG OMG

user3 STOPPP

user4 what in the wattled has occurred today

yn_macchio

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yn_macchio: I MET RYAN GOSLING (and won a golden globe (I would like to thank the academy (oh and my mans here too)))

tagged: Xolo_mariduena

user1 LMAO Y/N REALLY RUINED THE POST AESTHETIC JUST TO INCLUDE HER SELFIE WITH RYAN

user2 she’s so real for that

xolo_mariduena you’re telling me I snuck around for months, kept my big mouth shut, perfectly crafted a soft launch post, AND made what I’d argue was a pretty nice caption all for Ken to come along and take my spotlight

yn_macchio whoops🫣

xolo_mariduena WHOOPS??

thejacobbertrand how dare you put my boy last

yn_macchio 😐

peytonlist y/n you didn’t go to the academy

yn_macchio I know but people always say it so 🤷🏼‍♀️

ralph_macchio so you’re priorities are 1) Ryan Gosling 2) winning an award 3) thanking a school you didn’t attend for said award 4) your boyfriend

Yn_macchio yes.

ralph_macchio you know what? I like that order

Xolo_mariduena and here I thought you liked me Ralph

william_zabka the Macchios are no man’s peace

user3 this is the most chaotic Y/n thing ever 😭

Ralph_macchio

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Ralph_macchio: I wanna brag on this awesome girl for a second. She has official won her first “big girl” award ever and boy did she deserve it! Watching you star in “Callous, Retro, Wild” was such a tear jerking experience. I remember when you were a toddler running around and pretending to be Daniel LaRusso (we definitely showed you Karate Kid way too young) and now you’re originating a role with such depth I can’t help but cry. I’m so proud of all the hard work you’ve put in, and I’m proud of your ability to pick a boyfriend. He may be an idiot but he’s a good one. I love you to the moon and back ❤️❤️

tagged: yn_macchio

yn_macchio aww dad you’re making me cry! I love you so much ❤️❤️

yn_macchio also don’t think that jab went unnoticed

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user211201 · 1 year ago

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Ape boy

--- Originally posted on 2017-01-10 on realhankmccoy ---

“Just don’t make me dumb, man, I want to keep everything about my mind totally intact,” I told my friend at the lab.

I was totally willing to go through the procedure but I didn’t want it messing with my intellect any – my job and lifestyle were too important to me.

They promised me a whole new masculine experience, that they could bring out the man in me in ways that were easily accessible through epigenetic therapy.

I’d be fitter, more energetic, more attractive and just altogether healthier. It was in the beta testing process and they said they’d throw in $3000 if I signed off, too. I’d only need to take a few weeks off work for an outpatient trial.

“That didn’t seem so bad,” I said after the doctor finished up removing the slow drip from my arm and the infusion was complete. Took two different bags of fluid but I mostly felt fine, if a little faint at first.

I got home and realized I was pretty tired so I stripped down and went to bed. I started noticing the changes the next day already. I did have more energy. My face seemed handsomer, just a tad. After two days I was feeling pretty into this.

It was the third day when I started noticing that I was getting beefier.

That was cool, I thought, but then I noticed I was feeling hornier, too. I ignored it at first, but by the end of the day I was jacking off in my bedroom, hard. I got up off my bed, still stroking my dick, to check myself out in the mirror.

“Looks hot,” I thought, stroking it slowly. If this stuff made my sex drive a little stronger, that was fine with me.

I started getting obsessed with checkin’ out the changes in the mirror, and I had so much energy that I started working out. I’d be doing pushups on my hardwood floor and getting excited over how I was going to flex in front of the bathroom mirror after I finished a set of 50.

I went back to the lab and they didn’t seem to think it was a problem.

So I figured, what the hell, I might as well enjoy this. Pretty soon I was hanging out in just my underwear all the time. That didn’t make me dumb, I knew, it just felt good. I might as well get into it, I figured.

Only problem is I got used to it pretty quick. I hate wearing clothes now, dudes.

I looked in the mirror one day and I just looked so fucking good with these thick pecs and the thicker stubble on my face. I figured I should have fun with a haircut so I got kind of a high and tight, cut real short though, and that just turned me on. Even my facial structure has changed from this shit they’re doing to me. My ears look like they stick out more, like some dumb ape or something, and that just makes me hard. I’ve hot this thick abdomen and these beefy deltoids. I feel like I look more like a football dude, even, and I started watching football even. Might as well have fun while I’m stuck in outpatient anyhow.

They told me it wouldn’t alter my mind any but it’s like I’m addicted to working out, flexing in the mirror, taking selfies, hooking up – with dudes – I just find em on my phone. I stopped reading. I look at these hairy legs and I get hard just touching em, I rub a hand across my pecs and my nipples are hard right away and I feel my cock jump up wanting a piece of the action. All I can think about is my goddamn cock, man.

So I took another week off work because I’m not ready to go back, and told myself on Monday I’d start getting ready to get my life on track. I just procrastinated the whole day, jacking off in bed, mostly, slowly stroking it. I guess my new bod’s so awesome that it’s just depressing to think of going back to the office.

My alarm goes off on Tuesday, and I throw it against the wall and say fuck it. One more day of fun’s not gonna hurt. Dudes, I look so fucking good. At least I’ll be productive today, I tell myself. So I start off the day with a ton of pushups, make myself a protein shake, and I look so ripped in the mirror that I figure I’ll score myself a hookup off Grindr. Guy comes over, and his hairy, hard pecs crushed against mine – my rubbing the short beard I’ve got started all up on his asshole, and that turns him on enough that he’s letting me lift his legs and plow the shit out of him..

After he’s gone, I’m back in front of the mirror saying “you fucking stud. Yeah you fuckin’ ape boy. Fuckin’ just want to fuck with dudes, don’t you, gay boy. Yeah you jocked up fuck. Just want to get naked and fuck, don’t you?”

Still hard, still horny, so just stroking my dick slowly while I put the game on for ambience. I don’t know how Thursday’s gonna shake out but today I just went out and bought a basketball hoop for the driveway so I could burn off some of this energy. Felt fuckin’ great, too, goin’ out in the sun in just some shorts and Nikes working on my game. Soon as I was back indoors though, man, just stripped back down to my underwear – I can’t stop admiring this body. Gotta get another dude over here to mess around with. Fuck work, man, you only live once, right?

Think I’m gonna pick up a big screen for the bedroom because that’d be pretty cool, and I just found out gay dues have their own hockey leagues you can join so I’m thinking of that. How hot would that be – those dudes are fuckin’ built, man, and I could pick it up pretty quick I bet.

Fuck, let me know if – oh, fuck it, I’m gonna order a pizza and see if I can find a hot hookup for tonight. Some dude with pecs as thick as mine and who’s like me slapping this cock all over his tongue for a couple of hours while I tease the shit out of his hot jock ass. Yeah man. Fuckin’ hot, man, I could pump a full load into some dude’s muscle butt and be ready to score again two hours later. That’s how good I feel. Friends with benefits, whatever you want to call it as long as it’s none of that lovey-dovey or dramatic shit – I’ve got em on the phone. Sex, muscle, good food and workin’ out, so glad I met those lab rats.

#jock tf #nerd to jock #willing #straight to gay #dumbing down

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heehoonieluvs · 2 years ago

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Work up a sweat

Sunghoon x reader

Smut

The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶

Summary: Your friends got a free tryout with a personal trainer at the gym that they just started at. The handsome PT was VERY hands on with his work and let’s just say, he could make your legs shake from more than just exercising

Warnings: MDNI, Y/N’s friends are low-key pick me’s 🙃, cursing, french kissing, exhibition?, dry humping, oral (f & m receiving), 69, unprotected sex, ass play (f receiving), squirting, use of pet names, just straight up porn (please do let me know if I need to add more warnings 🤍)

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You don’t know what came over you when you agreed to join your friends Amy and Lily for a free tryout with a personal trainer. There was a moment before you all got ready to leave where you considered dropping out, but it would’ve be almost impossible to considering that your friends had been pestering you about doing it for weeks. And also, you didn’t have to pay for this one time session so what’s the harm?

At the moment, you were all waiting for your PT to show up so Amy suggested to warm up on the treadmill for a few minutes. The two of them were busy checking their reflections and taking selfies but you weren’t interested being a part of that. Amy and Lily were the type to use the gym as an opportunity to attract their gym crush of the day. You didn’t blame them though, they were gorgeous (you are too ofc) but it did mean that they kind of use you as leverage to flirt with guys.

Since you were a lot more shy and insecure compared to them, it was easy for them take advantage so you were guessing that they brought you along to feel better about themselves.

“Hey ladies, are you here for a private session?”

The 3 of you turned around and saw quite literally a wet dream in a human form. He wore a white tank top that showed off defined muscles and his black joggers made you all wonder how much he was packing underneath. His gorgeous smile supported with his dimple made you thank the heavens that you decided to join your friends.

“I’m Sunghoon and I’ll be your PT for today”

The three of you gave your names and he shook your hands. However you couldn’t help but notice that when he got to you, he held your hand for a bit longer and sent you a wink. Oh this session is going to be fun.

As you all followed him to the private gym on the second floor, your friends couldn’t help themselves and whispered about how hot he was and what they wanted to do with him. You never would’ve admitted it out loud but you most definitely agreed with what they had to say.

You entered the room and Sunghoon went to the corner to set up the speakers and blasted some upbeat music

“So Sunghoon, are you single?” Lily asked

Sunghoon just smiled and replied “Yes”

And obviously Amy had to pry further “Are you seeing anyone or looking for a partner?”

“No I’m not seeing or looking for anyone. Ok so let’s start with a few stretches” you were so glad he diverted the conversation. You’d rather the ground swallow you whole than listen to you friends’ unbearable flirting.

The 3 of you followed his directions behind him and reached down towards the floor. And when you thought it wasn’t over, your friends started again

“Hey Sunghoon. Could you help me stretch a bit more? I need a bit of a push” the two of them snickered and Lily added

“Me too. I love a good stretch and need you to stretch me more”

You thought to yourself “Omg have I just landed myself in some cringey storyline at the start of a porno???”

Sunghoon, being the professional that he was, turned around and just slightly pushed down on their backs before returning to his previous position in front of you.

Lily then looked in your direction. You weren’t the most flexible person so it was a bit difficult for you to keep your hands planted on the floor

“What is that Y/N? You’re not very flexible are you? You should stretch more” she laughed

If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, Amy had to add on “Sunghoon you should’ve seen her when we tried yoga. It was like watching a grandma haha. Lily and I go often though, we can show you after if you’d like”

Well didn’t you just feel on top of the world right now. You felt like a tomato and it was not because of the stretching

“Please refrain from talking about anything outside of this session. I am just doing my job as your trainer and I would appreciate if we could keep things professional thank you.” You could sense from his response that you weren’t the only one getting annoyed by your friends thank god.

“Ok so we’re going to reach down again but push further and hold it there. To make things easier, close your eyes and it will help you level your breathing”

Both Amy and Lily bent down to stretch but you took a moment to shake off your legs when you saw Sunghoon turn around and walk towards you. He came behind and placed his hands on your waist.

“Let me help you stretch a bit further pretty” he whispered in your ear and lightly rubbed your waist.

You felt the hairs on your neck prick up from his breath fanning again your neck. He then pushed your shoulders down and dragged them down your spine the further down you bent. As he pushed down on your lower back, you felt him slightly grind onto your heat.

It seemed like the other two didn’t notice anything since they weren’t making any noise. You never felt so alert but you could help it when you pushed back onto his crotch. The two of you carried on slightly grinding on each other for the entire stretch until till he brought his hand back to you waist and left to go back to his mat.

“Now we’re all stretched and can get onto the workout”

Damn it already felt like you had a whole work out with how heavy you were breathing. Obviously, Amy had to point out

“Damn Y/N how are you already out of breath. I don’t know how you’re gonna survive whatever Sunghoon’s gonna make you do”

You didn’t say anything back but you saw in the mirror in front a slight smirk on Sunghoon’s face. Oh if only you knew Amy

Throughout the whole session, it seemed like Sunghoon couldn’t keep his hands off you. If anyone was to walk in, they would’ve thought it was just the two of you working out together. Because he made the 3 of you do a circuit, the other two weren’t able to pay attention to Sunghoon feeling you up for each exercise. You didn’t know how much more you could take before you’d say fuck it (quite literally) and just jump his bones. Even if your friends were present.

To your relief, Sunghoon announced that the workout session was over and it was time to cool down. You thought that this would be your time to actually relax your muscles and focus on getting your heartbeat steady again. But instead it started to speed up again when Sunghoon spoke up again

“So the next stretch, you’re going to spread your legs apart and reach forward to put you hands and forehead on the floor”

He got up and added “I don’t want you to injure yourself so I’ll help you with this one”

Oh god

Once again your friend proceeded to stretch and Sunghoon made himself comfortable behind you again and mumbled so quietly that you could barely hear him

“Don’t make any noise princess”

He used his left arm to pull you back and hold you against his chest while his other hand dragged down your front and cupped your heat. You almost let out a gasp but quickly bit your lip to stop yourself. He carried on rubbing his middle finger up and down between your legs and when he dragged it to your clit, he brought his middle three fingers to put pressure onto it and rub circles before repeating the process again.

The view in the mirror in front of the both of you was so dirty yet so arousing. The thought that there was a chance that one of your friends could just look up and witness your act made you feel a bubble of excitement in your stomach

Sunghoon remembered that the two of you still had some company to he quickly ordered “Now keep your heads down and reach over to stretch on your left side”

It was getting more difficult for you to not moan out loud so you moved your head back to lean on his left shoulder and lightly panted into his ear. He turned towards you and leaned in for a kiss. It was so wet and sloppy and made you gush even more. If it wasn’t for the loud music playing, you were sure that your friends would’ve picked up on the lip smacking as you carried on swapping saliva. With a wet smack he pulled away from you lips.

“Ok remember to keep your heads down and now stretch on your right side”

When he went back in, the both of you stuck your tongues out and he started sucking you tongue in and out of his mouth. You needed to feel more so you bent your knees and planted your feet on the ground to start grinding into him palm even more as you both wiggled your tongues together. You felt the heat build up in your stomach and whispered to him

“I think I’m gonna cum”

He pressed your foreheads together and said with a smirk “Not yet baby”

You nearly let out a whine and he reluctantly removed himself from you

“Now slowly lift yourselves back up and slowly stand up”

Although you weren’t the one who had been stretching, you got up with a slight wobble from the uncomfortable feeling of wetness in your panties along with your denied orgasm. The other two didn’t question anything since it had been a hard workout.

Sunghoon clapped his hands together “That’s it for the session! Thank you for your hard work” and bowed

You and your friends thanked him back and went to gather your belongings.

“Wait Y/N, I know you struggle a bit more with your flexibility. Would you be able to stay back for a bit so I can help you out? I would feel terrible if you didn’t feel properly stretched after a workout and you don’t want to pull anything” Sunghoon said to you with a smile. And who were you to turn down such an opportunity

“Oh ok! You guys don’t have to wait up for me if you want to go home and shower?” You really hoped they would leave and not question anything since it was quite sudden. Fortunately they agreed and left, leaving you alone with the hot trainer that hadn’t taking his eyes off your ass.

Once the doors closed he grabbed you by the waist to spin you around and immediately attacked your lips with his in a wet kiss. Both of you tongues fought till he stuck his tongue all the way out into your mouth. He licked all around the inside your mouth and slightly moved back to suck your tongue all the way into his. His hands snaked down to grab a handful of your ass and you finally let out a moan. He took the opportunity to slot his thigh between yours and moved you back an forth over his solid muscles. All of a sudden he stopped everything and panted out

“Ok baby, let’s stretch you. Be a good doll and lie on your back for me” he slapped your ass and went over to lock the doors

When he returned to you, he kneeled at your head and moved you so that your head was on his crotch and you could feel his hard dick “Such a good girl. You take orders well don’t you sweet thing”

You were breathing so hard with anticipation that your squeaked out a small “yes”

He then started to rub his arms down your body, starting from you shoulders, slowly rubbing small circles over your clothed breasts and moving them down to your thighs. He took his time rubbing the creases where your thighs met your crotch and smoothed over the outside of your pussy.

Your breathing was slightly shaky and he could see from the way your chest moved rapidly so he chuckled “Are you nervous baby? You don’t need to be nervous. Daddy will take great care of you. Just take deep breaths for me princess”

As you deeply inhaled, you felt his hands grab the sides of your thighs and pulled your legs up towards your chest. You carried on focusing on your breathing as he stretched your legs so that you were bent in half and he slightly leaned forward to place your feet on his broad shoulders

“God baby what a beautiful sight. Look how much you can stretch pretty. Maybe you were faking it when we were warming up huh?” He teased

When he looked in the mirror, all he could think of was how he could easily he could shove his hard dick down your throat. If he wasn’t already rock hard, he most definitely was now

He then let out a growl and slowly bent down towards your centre “Fuck babygirl, with the way you’re stretching, you make it so easy for me to just… eat… you… up”

Without any warning, you felt his hot tongue run from your clit and all the way down the seam of your leggings and he shook his head side to side, addicted to the smell of your arousal. You could feel him take a deep intake through his nose where your clit was and he carried on licking your clothed core. But he wanted more, so he lifted your hips back off the floor and pulled the back of your leggings and panties all the way past your ass. He was too needy to pull your leggings and underwear off your legs so he bunched them at your knees and used his upper arms to press the back of your thighs down till you were bent in half.

Your head had moved so it was on the mat and his hard dick was almost pressed against your face. You could feel his breath against your exposed pussy as he brought his fingers to spread your glistening lips.

“I’m telling you, this has got to be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen baby. You’re so creamy and look so tasty”

He took another whiff before saying “Ah daddy’s gonna drink up your juices so well princess”

And with that he dove in tongue first to lap up at your entrance. He tongue fucked your pussy and sucked at your clit harshly. God he thought at this moment that your pussy would be his new addiction and he need to taste it everyday for the rest of his life.

The music playing from the speakers did absolutely nothing to cover the pornographic sounds that came out of your mouth. Even with Sunghoon eating your pussy so deliciously while holding you down so you can’t escape, the sight of his dick on top of you was absolutely mouth watering. You brought your hand up to his hard cock and gave it a squeeze before moving you hand up and down.

Finally, Sunghoon detached himself from your pussy to let out the most delicious moan you’ve ever heard and started to grind into your hand. His moans alone would’ve probably made you cum right there.

“Oh yeah that’s right baby squeeze daddy’s cock. You wanna suck on it too? Lick it like a lollipop my gorgeous girl”

He reached down to his joggers and pulled them down just enough to release his dick. It sprung out and slapped your cheek before resting by your face.

“Suck daddy’s dick princess while daddy eats up your creamy pussy” he growled before eating you out again

You lifted your head off the ground to take his hard, warm dick into your mouth and sucked as hard as you could. The suction made him moan so loud that the vibrations felt more intense than any vibrator you had ever used. You almost wanted to scream from how good his tongue felt. You both carried on making each other feel the most pleasure either of you had ever felt. And the vibrations from your moans only intensified that pleasure.

You were so concentrated on making him feel good that it took you a moment to realise that Sunghoon started to bend your legs further back. Without any warning, his tongue flickered across your clit a few times before it ran all the way down to your asshole. It was the first time anyone had touched your other entrance and it felt so good.

“Oh fuck daddy please do that again. That feels so good” you moaned out and took his cock back into your hot mouth.

“You like it? Such a greedy baby. But daddy will give you whatever you want” he said smugly

He used your ass as leverage to pull you back and forth. His flattened tongue stroked up and down your crotch from your puffy clit to your winking rim.

“Oh shit baby I can’t get enough with your taste. This is the most delicious pussy and ass and it’s all MINE”

The slurping and moaning was so hot and the both of you could feel your orgasms building up. Sunghoon started to rut into your throat and groaned into your pussy. He so desperately wanted to moan out load and let you know how well you were sucking him off, but he wanted you to come as well so he started to suck and vibrate his moan onto your clit.

If it wasn’t for him grinding on your face, you would’ve screamed from the overwhelming pleasure. You needed to cum right now or you’d explode. So you brought your hands to the back of his head and pressed him further into your pussy. He loved the feeling of you using his face to get off that he started to thrust in your face even more. At this point you didn’t care if it was desperate, you just needed to cum, so as you pressed his face in your centre, you started humping vigorously into his mouth. The both of you were getting closer and closer. You wouldn’t stop humping each other’s faces and it was so hot.

All of a sudden, Sunghoon’s thighs started shaking and you sucked so hard as his cum spurted into your throat. It turned you on so much how YOU make his legs shake and how YOU got him to release the most beautiful moans.

He carried on twitching but he still needed to make you cum. He was craving for it. So he returned his mouth back onto your clit and created a vacuum whilst moaning from his own pleasure

“Yes. Yes. Cream in my mouth princess. Daddy wants to squirt all over his face. Drown me in your juices omg. Use daddy’s face. Hump me baby hump me”

So you carried on grinding on his face and quickened your hips when you felt an overwhelming amount of pleasure wash over you.

You screamed so loud as you squirted hard into Sunghoon’s mouth. He was completely obsessed with your taste and drank up everything you had to offer. He held your shaking leg back from closing as he slurped at your entrance.

You laughed and tried to push him away from your overstimulated pussy

“Sunghoon I’m sensitive”

“Uh uh let me drink you up baby. I’m not done cleaning you” you felt him smiling against you

At last, he slowly lowered you legs and moved so he could hover over you and kiss you.

“You did so well baby. Can you taste yourself?” he mumbled against your lips and stroked your hair

The way he looked down at you made your heart skip. This all felt so… natural

“I know this is all fast and probably a weird time, but I’d really like to get to know you. Would you like to go out for dinner with me some time soon? Of course you don’t have to say yes, I completely understand” he started to ramble with a slight tint in his cheeks

How could one be so cute after giving you the best head?

You shut his rambling up with a peck and responded “I would love to get dinner with you Sunghoon”

His precious smile just made you want to squeeze his cheeks! He gave you more pecks and leaned down to suck on your neck

“I’m still so hard baby” he groaned

“Oh yea? You wanna fuck my pussy baby?” You teased back at him

He moaned and begged “Yes please doll. Let me fuck you so hard”

“Ok then Hoonie”

After hearing that nickname and your approval, he quickly stripped you from your clothes and ripped his off himself. His well-sculpted body was everything you had fantasised about in your wet dreams. And the fact that is was paired with the gorgeous face of a perfect man written by females themselves, was just icing on the cake.

He spread your legs and spat onto your pussy (not like you needed it) before easing his way into your heat. His girth stretched you so deliciously that you felt like drooling. It was the most perfect dick ever. And it felt perfect inside you as well.

He rutted into you and stared into your eyes, leaving his mouth hanging open. The sweet melody of your moans together and skip clapping was something that people would pay to get off to. The mirrors were fogging up from the panting and intensity.

“Baby please ride me” Sunghoon panted. He did want to carry of fucking you at his own pace but he was so close to cumming and he really wanted to watch your bare tits bounce in front of him when he came.

You both flipped over and you quickly started to grind on his dick. Now that he had helped you to stretch, your hips were rapid and you angled your clit to drag along his pubic hair. It feels so good omg

Sunghoon looked down at your pussy and the way your juices coated his pubes and pelvis, he moaned out so loud

“You’re so hot oh my fucking god princess. Yes! Ride my dick like that. Can I cum inside you baby?” as he held you up and thrusted up into you, angling his hips to hit your g spot

“Oh fuck yes daddy cum in me! You’re gonna make my cum again”

“Cum with me baby. That’s it”

And just like that, you both came hard. He filled you up so full that it started to leak out of your pussy

You were both shaking so hard that you collapsed and layed on top of him.

You were both trying to catch your breath as you snuggled up together. You could feel him press sweet kisses to your hairline and he dragged his fingertips up and down your spine.

“You good princess?”

“Yea” you respond with a happy sigh and lift yourself up to sit on him

He looked up at you with such fond eyes and stroked you waist. There was a fainted mischievous smile as he brought his fingers down to where your were both connected to gather his cum that spilled out

“It’s taking all of the strength in me to not make you sit on my face and have you drip in my mouth” he groaned whilst staring at your soaking pussy. “If you’re free after this, maybe we should continue this at mine and we can find out how many times I can make you cum?”

You slowly lifted yourself off his semi hard member and situated yourself on his lower stomach. You still wanted tease him a bit more so you started to grind on his abs. Sunghoon moaned at the warm feeling and layed his head back down to try and control himself.

“I guess I’m free to do that. But only if you let me cum on your abs and suck you off in the shower” you flirted back

He bit his lip with a smile “Deal”

Oh weren’t you glad that your friends dragged you for a workout

Author’s note: Well… I did not expect for this to be that long but sleeveless Sunghoon just makes me go feral 😅 Thank you so much to those who voted for this fic and waited so patiently for it, I hope it was worth the wait 🫶 And thank you for taking the time to read my work 🩵

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kjupchurch-xx · 11 months ago

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Conflicting Feelings Part 7

June 16th, 2024

It was the last day of filming Deadpool & Wolverine. Ryan and Hugh talked me into stealing my Deadpool suit from the set. Ryan is notorious for stealing his each movie. Hugh decided to be a decent human being and not participate in our antics. Filming was an exciting experience. I didn't participate in much of the press as I wasn't a main character, but my little extra part was fun to film.

To celebrate the end of filming, Ryan and Blake suggested we go out to a wrap party that was hosted by Shawn Levy in Los Angeles. There would be a dance floor, fancy catering, and open bar and music. Hugh and I had now been dating for nine months. Things were going phenomenal and I'm finally seeing him without the mutton chops or old man beard. I loved fresh faced Hugh. With that being said, the press had a frenzy when it was confirmed that Hugh Jackman had a new love interest, especially one that's much younger than he is.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, deciding to go casual for the party, like everyone else. I double checked my jeans and had on my favorite band t-shirt. I straightened my hair, applying black makeup to my eyes giving a smoky look. Hugh also went casual, with jeans and a polo. He came up behind me, kissing my cheek, "Almost ready, love?" He asked sweetly.

I nodded, smiling at him through the mirror, "Whenever you are. I figured wearing the suit probably wasn't a good idea." I said chuckling.

He giggled, "Probably not. I wish they would've let you be Wolverine's variant or even his girlfriend rather than seeing you as Deadpool, but you do look sexy in the suit."

I giggled, spinning around to kiss him as I stood on my tip toes to reach his lips. "Let's go."

We walked hand in hand out of Ryan and Blake's guest house, getting in the car where Ryan and Blake had been waiting on us. Ryan looked, sighing, "Finally. Can you two please stop fucking for like an hour so we can actually show up on time for once?" He jokingly said with a a straight face.

I smirked, "Would it kill you to shut the fuck up sometimes?"

He shook his head, pursing his lips in, "Actually no. I'm literally dead inside, so there's nothing left."

Hugh laughed, "I don't see how Blake puts up with you, mate."

Blake smiled, "It's in the contract. I've only got about 3 more years before I can marry Ryan Gosling."

The car erupted in laughter as we drove to the event. The car ride was about 20 minutes long, thanks to the traffic. It was full of small talk, sarcastic comments and horrible singing. As we arrived to the party, we could hear the base from inside. Hugh grabbed my arm, leading me into the building. As we walked in, we were all greeted by the cast of the movie, along with a few other big name Hollywood celebs.

We casually made small talk and rubbed shoulders with Dwayne Johnson, Zendaya, Zac Efron and a few others while snapping selfies for our Instagram accounts. Hugh and I weren't shy with PDA, but kept it classy. That is...until the drinks started.

We were snuggled up to one another on the couch when Taylor Swift's Karma began blaring through the speakers. I jumped up grabbing Hugh's hand, "Come on baby, I love this song!" I yelled over the music.

He laughed at me, "Steady, you're drunk, beautiful." He said, getting up to join me on the dance floor as I sloppily yelled the words to the song, dancing with him as he danced along giggling at me.

He pulled me into his arms, placing a kiss on my lips, "How much have you had to drink, love?" He asked, smirking down at me.

I shrugged, "I dunno, baby. When you were with Dwayne, Zac and I took a few shots." I giggled, covering my mouth as if I'd just let the biggest secret in the world slip.

He chuckled, "I can tell."

I smirked as my favorite part of the song came on, pointing at him while singing it horribly, "Karma is the guy on the screeeeen, coming straight home to meeeeee!" before pulling him into a sloppy kiss, which made him laugh against my lips, attempting to kiss me back.

He picked me up bridal style, "Let's go sit down, silly."

I giggled, screaming as he surprised me with lifting me up, "Are we getting more drinks, Hughy?"

He shook his head, unable to stop laughing, "Absolutely not, love."

"Aw, you're no fun." I fake pouted.

"You're really showing your age, big guy." Ryan came up behind us, saying sarcastically.

"Mate, she's bloody tanked." Hugh responded, sitting me down on the chair.

Ryan smirked, "Me too, girlfriend." he said, winking at me.

Hugh shook his head at our antics, per usual. He'd have fun, but not too much fun. He was always the more responsible one in our friend group.

I went to stand up again as another song started all to be met with the room beginning to spin. "Hugh, Ryan, I'm gonna, I think I'm gonna-" I stammered before projectile vomiting on the floor.

"Party foul!" I heard Ryan and Zac drunkenly yell.

I quickly wiped my mouth and darted towards the bathroom with Hugh fast behind me on my heels, pushing the door open for me as I ran to the nearest toilet and began puking again.

"I am never drinking like this ever again." I said with a strained voice as he held my hair.

Hugh chuckled, "It's alright, love. You did drink a lot. I know you had two whiskeys, then whatever shots you and Zac had."

I put my finger up towards him, "Goddamnit, I can fucking taste the Jagermeister again. Stop talking about the shots." I said, placing my head back down towards the toilet bowl trying to contain myself.

He held my hair and rubbed my back soothingly, "Do you need a water or anything?'

"I love you." I stammered, completely ignoring his question.

He smiled, "I love you too, baby girl. Do you need anything?" He asked lovingly.

"If she called you, would you go back to her?" I asked.

He looked at me, furrowing his brows, "Who?" He asked.

I narrowed my eyes, "Deb. The woman you were married to for 27 years."

He looked at me for a moment, "Baby, Deb is gone. Her and I had a great go, but it didn't end well."

I rolled my eyes, drunkenly starting to tear up, "But if she called, would you!?" I said, raising my voice.

His voice was stern, "No, I wouldn't." Noticing the tears in my eyes, his voice softened, "I'm yours, sweetheart. I'm all yours. You have nothing to worry about, I promise."

I sat back leaning my head against his chest as he ran his fingers through my now messy hair, "I'm holding your hair as you vomit into a toilet. I'm not going anywhere. I am so in love with you, beautiful. Deb's moved on, I wish her the best, but I've also moved on."

I looked up as if I were a small child asking an adult for the truth, "You swear?" I looked at him with sad eyes.

He nodded, kissing my forehead, "I swear. Let's go back to Ryan's and clean up." He said, standing, helping me to get my bearings back.

As we walked through the area everyone was hanging out, I noticed the vomit had been cleaned up. Ryan and Zac ran up to me checking on me, as Hugh told them we were heading back so I could sober up, clean up and lay down. We said our goodbyes as Blake and Ryan joined us to head out. I rested my head on Hugh's lap in the backseat as we made the 15 minute commute back to Ryan and Blake's house.

Once we made it back to their house, Hugh helped me into the house and up the stairs. He helped me shower, washing my hair and helping me with washing my body. He watched me as I brushed my teeth. "You good, love?" He asked, leaning against the doorway.

I nodded, "I'm good. I've sobered up a bit now." I chuckled, setting the toothbrush back on the sink before gargling with mouthwash.

Removing my towel, I changed into one of Hugh's t-shirts and some sweats. I saw him lay in bed, in his boxers as I made my way over, scooting into bed beside him. He opened his arms to me as I slid over, resting my head on his chest, placing my hand on his abdomen.

"I never thought I'd be so happy to be back in Ryan Reynold's bed." I said sarcastically.

He chuckled, "You feeling better?"

I nodded, closing my eyes, "Much." I yawned, inhaling the scent of his body wash.

He kissed my head, "Good. Get some sleep, baby." He smiled, reaching over to turn the bedside lamp off.

Days had gone by since we had our wrap party. That next morning, I'd woken up hungover as hell, still sick. I didn't think anything of it since I had drank so much, but as the days went on and the sickness continued, I started to grow anxious and extremely paranoid. We were now back in New York City, back home. I sub-rented my condo considering we spent months in LA and there was no point in continuing to pay rent somewhere I wasn't staying. Considering I had a tenant, Hugh told me to move into his house.

Hugh was out on his morning bike ride as I stood in the bathroom staring at my phone. I was completely at a loss. I decided to pick up the phone and call Ryan. He and Blake were back home in New York, letting their rental in LA go as we'd wrapped filming.

"What's up, baby child?" His voice yelled through the phone.

Baby Child was something Ryan annoyingly called me considering I was the youngest of the group. I was 26, Blake was 36, Ryan was 47 and Hugh was 55, so I was 'Baby Child'. Cue the eye roll.

I chuckled, "Are you with Hugh?" I asked.

"Nope. He's not here." He simply said. "Why, what's up?" He asked, curiously.

I sighed, "I've got something to tell you."

His voice got serious, which was unlike him, "Is everything okay?" He asked, growing concerned.

I took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."

He gasped, "What? You mean to tell me that old fucker's swimmers still swim?!" He exclaimed.

I laughed, "That's seriously your reaction?"

He chuckled, "Why do you not sound happy about this?" He asked.

I shrugged, as I walked into the living room window that overlooked the city, "Because I'm not." I said with a sigh.

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luvhyukai · 2 months ago

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lipgloss ! (short story)

pairings: gf!momo x gf!nayeon x gf!you

warnings: suggestive asf but no actual smut, kissing, nonidol au , poly namo, fluff!!, use of pet names (baby, honey, princess), lemme know if i missed something.

synopsis: you and your lovers are getting ready for a party. plans almost get canceled because of lipgloss…

a/n: so this was requested from the polls in the last post. the person didn’t specify if it should’ve js been nayeon and momo but then again, i don’t do idol x idol…like ya know. i’ll do ship and a person but i wont just do the ship alone because that feels weird. idk maybe it’s just me. but enjoyzzz

story below the cut ;)

the time is 7:44 pm. the sun is setting, you’re just chilling in bed with one of your girlfriends momo. you two were the least social, but if nayeon wanted to go out then you all went out. anyways, you’re on your phone and momo is cuddled behind you, big soooning you. the air is domestic, it’s cozy being like that with her. you turned off your phone to face momo. her eyes lighting up as she’s looks her beautiful girl in the eyes. you reach your hand out to move some hair out of her face, a smile slowly creeping on her face. she puts a hand on your cheek, slowly moving in towards you. one peck, two pecks, a full kiss. the sweetness is just tooth rotting, but you wouldn’t change a bit of it.

suddenly, nayeon comes in the room of your shared home. the sight of her two gorgeous girlfriends bringing warmth to her heart. “i could never get enough of this sight.” nayeon said, almost forgetting what she came in the room for. “ah, so one of my best friends invited me to a party! well more like a dinner, but still i told her i wouldn’t go unless she’d let you guys tag along. sooo…” nayeon trailed off. both you and momo now sitting up and giving her full attention. “so you want us to go with you?” you asked. “i would love for you guys to come! and my friends would also like to see you two.” nayeon beamed.

you and momo looked at each other, then to nayeon, then to each other again. “we’d love to go with you baby.” momo spoke. nayeon clapped excitedly and ran into the bed to join her girlfriends. “so the theme is casual. so i’m thinking we should all wear black dresses!” nayeon said happily. nayeon had the better fashion sense out of all of you, which no one complained about. you all nodded in agreement and began to get ready.

you three showered, and then got dressed. you were thinking about putting on some lipgloss, just to compliment your outfit. a beautifully clear gloss with some iridescent glitter in it. momo and nayeon loved the way it looked and they wanted some too. “oh my goodness baby, that lipgloss looks amazing on you. you look hot as fuck!” momo said. her compliment made your face feel hot. “yeah honey. i wonder how my body would look if you put those glossy lips all over it.” nayeon said flirtatiously. “let’s find out.” you said back, slightly catching nayeon off guard. she smirked at you, you smirked back. “oh baby, i think i should put some on too. and kiss both of my girlfriends. i really wanna see what it would look like if i kissed both of you on your “other lips.”” momo said, you knew what she was implying.

both of these girls have you intoxicated on them. “as much as i would love for that to happen, we should seriously get going before my friends leave.” nayeon said. “okay, baby can i borrow some of your lipgloss?” momo asked. you leaned in and kissed her, some of your gloss on her lips. “don’t start me up again, we gotta get going princess.” momo said in a dangerous tone of voice. the one that sends shivers up your spine. you hand her the lipgloss and she applies it. she hands it to nayeon who also takes some and applies it. you all take a selfie and head out the door.

ah don’t we love a little lipgloss?

#black reader #kpop smut #twice smut #wlw x reader #kpop wlw #nayeon smut #momo smut #twice x reader #twice fluff #wlw fluff #polyamourous #poc reader

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reallyromealone · 2 years ago

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Dkkdmdd I read the fic with kirishima and bakugous brother what about a follow up where bakugou finds out (would he be protective or would he not care?)

Title: dates and secrets

Fandom: my hero academia

Pairing: kirishima x male reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: a smooch

Notes: none

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

Katsuki didn't know how to feel when he saw his brother and best friend walking in together, he definitely didn't know how to feel about the fact his best friend was absolutely eyeing up his brother.

"(Name)" mitsuki called her son who looked tense, glancing over to see his mom "where have you been? This isn't about you this is about your brother and his classmates" somehow no matter what (name) did he was being scolded, they didn't even notice him leave, it wasn't till he came back that they even spoke to him. "I was just talking to--""I don't care brat, we have to go now"

(Name) smiled awkwardly at Kirishima and left, the redhead in awe at the Bakugo sibling but felt upset at how Mrs. Bakugo treated him.

The next week the two texted nonstop, kirishima consistently flirting and sending pictures of his day to day and (name) awkward and fumbling but did send kirishima a few selfies.

Bakugo didn't hate his brother, they definitely weren't close by a long shot and he wouldn't deny his parents liked him more than (name), their attention to him raising especially since getting accepted into U.A.

But why did he feel bitter?

Kirishima was nervous as he waited for (name), Aizawa giving him permission to go on this date under the condition that he keep his location on and stay at the date spot, due to rising incidents Aizawa set up with a local cat Cafe to keep an eye on the two to give them some privacy, bonus for kirishima since (name) liked cats.

(Name) looked nice, dressed in a soft sweater with the collar of a dress shirt peaking out and nice pants and shoes, all in all looking very cute.

"(Name)!" Kirishima called out and (name) looked slightly annoyed but the red head learned that's his resting face during the party "you ready to go?" He asked excitedly and (name) nodded write letting the other lead the way.

"They look so cute!" Mina said with a huge grin, her, hakagure, Kaminari and a few other classmates watched on, Bakugo being dragged along when he would rather be anywhere but. (Name) looked focused as he listened to Kirishima talk, the two getting to the cat cafe and the redhead totally didn't snap a picture of (name)s slight smile at the tiny fur ball in his lap "so how are your classes?" (Name) asked sipping his drink, eyes looking into Kirishimas soul "oh! It's great, were really getting into battle bots!"

"That sounds really cool, I'm sure you're acing it" (name) said supportive yet monotone, Kirishima grinning like a fool.

The topic eventually got to careers and (name) fidgeted "I uh... I wanna be a/an (career)" he looked a little embarrassed "did you ever apply to U.A?" Kirishima asked curiously and (name) froze "uh... That's a difficult question"

He didn't want kirishima to think less of his brother, he didnt have a close relationship with Katsuki but he wasn't going to ruin his friendships.

"Well maybe one day you can tell me" kirishima grinned as the others in the background cooed, Katsuki looking confused at his brothers words, he didn't even know (name) had an interest in U.A....

(Name) let kirishima walk him to the train station before, the redhead taking the opposite train back to campus "text me when you get back yeah?" He asked, (name) nodding as the red head gently kissed him, not knowing Mina snapped photos of it.

What? It was for their wedding obviously.

"G-goodnight kirishima"

"eijirou"

"Alright..." (Name) was flustered as he stepped on the train and Kirishima didn't miss that goofy smile on his face.

#male reader #x male reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #kirishima x male reader #kirishima x reader #anime x male reader #anime x reader

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caitchercatlady · 5 months ago

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Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Cater

If there’s anything that Cater loves more than MagiCam, it’s being able to use social media for school projects. The professor assigns students to incorporate how astrology can relate to the daily lives of people? Cater will cut this like a slice of freshly made cake.

Cater wants to hold a sleepover with his fellow third years, but not everyone is keen on the idea. It’s a shame. But then, Cater gets a new idea.

“Prefecty!” he cheers when you pick up his call. “Listen, I’m a bit of a bind. I got this assignment for Astrology class, and I need a place to hang to get it done. You’re not busy this weekend, are you?”

As far as you know, you’re not. Also, what’s the harm in having Cater over, especially if it’s for classwork? You permit him to stay.

“OMG! You’re the best, bestie! You won’t regret it, I promise!”

Whatever that means.

The evening comes just as fast as Cater’s assignment arrangement. Speaking of Cater, he’s not a moment late when he arrives on Ramshackle’s doorsteps. You’re astonished at the amount of things he’s brought with him from his own room at Heartslabyul. Not only that, but his selfie stick is in recording mode for his phone, charger attached, too.

“Hey, boo! Let’s get this party started! Oh, don’t worry. This is not a livestream. That ruins the whole point of the project.”

“Which is what exactly?” you question.

“So Trein wants us to relate the night sky to our everyday activities. What better way to do that than to have a party involving the night? True, it’s a little early for stars, but what’s the point of waiting for the fun to happen, right, Prefect?”

“I guess so.”

“And unlike my dorm’s Unbirthday Parties, we got some of my faves to munch on.” Cater plops the cooler onto the Ramshackle kitchen counter.

“Oh, I already got some--”

“Don’t worry. We’ll add those, too. You wanna help me make some buffalo wings?”

Grim’s ears perk at “buffalo wings,” and you’ll live to regret not saying yes to Cater’s offer as far as the little cat beast is concerned. Granted, the wings have been bought frozen from the Foothill Town market, but at least your oven can hold them all enough for the party of three. As the wings cook, it’s sour and sweet smell fills the air space of the dorm. It makes Grim melt into the floorboards. Half an hour later, the wings are fully cooked, drizzled with sauce by you and Cater, and ready to eat. You two bring out the other snacks, and it becomes a banquet.

“See, besties? There’s nothing better than a sleepover pici-nic!” Cater says to the phone camera. Thankfully, for you, Cater’s not entirely wrapped up in the screen. He sticks the selfie stick in the cushions, facing it towards you and him. He smirks as he holds up a wing to your mouth. “Nom, nom, Prefecty. Have a bite.”

Your cheeks flush. “Do I have to?”

“If Prefect doesn’t wanna, I will!” cheers Grim. “I’m always up for food.”

Cater’s face drops. “Sorry, Grim, but I need a cute face for this one.”

“What? How dare you call me not cute!”

“Come on, Prefect. One shot is all I need. I’m not asking for any fan service.”

You heavily sigh and give in. Cater holds up the wing to your lips, smirking. You take the bite out of the buffalo wing, but the ripping of the meat off the bone isn’t graceful. This only makes Cater laugh.

Click! goes the camera.

“And that’s how you know when a wing is at peak deliciousness,” he says, winking at his phone. He takes another screenshot.

You feel lightheaded knowing that this footage is going to be used in his assignment somehow. Even Grim is snickering. You knock the little monster’s head into the pudding.

After filling their stomachs with tastiness, the sun is setting in the horizon. Cater indicates that it’s time to finally dress up for the occasion, so they can have more fun, comfort style. You come out of your room in your baggy Ramshackle supplied pajamas and walk down the stairs to find Cater not there. Doesn’t he want to do more sleepover stuff? What is he doing and where is he?

You call for Cater back upstairs. He doesn’t respond. The guest room door is open. You peek in to only find it empty. Yes, Cater’s belongings are scattered about, but he’s not there. You notice that the washroom door is open with steam coming out of it. Are you really going to check if he’s in there? What if he’s still dressing?

You approach the room and lean against the wall on the outside. You can hear him talking, and you know for sure it’s to no one except the camera. “Cater?” you call out.

He stops talking to himself. “Hey, Prefect! Do you need something?”

“I was wondering if you were dressed yet.”

“Oh yeah! Sorry about that. You can come in! I’m decent.”

You peek through the doorway, and there Cater is, standing in front of the mirror in the most multi-shade of brown pajamas you’ve ever seen. You admit to yourself that this is the last kind of nightwear you expected from influence-obsessed Cay Cay. “Don’t tell me you went live in my washroom.”

“Of course not,” he replies. “Sorry, Prefecty. I was taking some selfies in here for the assignment. Then, I turned the video back on when I started drying my hair. I forgot how much time passed.”

You suppose that’s a relief.

“Well, now that my hair is dry, let’s go look at the stars together.”

Oh, that’s right. He’s supposed to relate his lessons to this event he decided to throw. Cater takes you by the hand and pulls you to the guest room, where the curtains are apart enough to see the cloudless sky. “Yas! The stars are out!” He switches the camera from selfie view to the opposite as the lens catches the white dots in the sky. “Yeah, partying is fun and all, but there’s nothing better than chilling with your besties in the quiet. See, all of the bright lights up there are all friends, and they love shining in place, bringing peace to the world. That’s all they need to do. We should take inspiration from them and remember the quiet moments, too.”

“Do you believe that, Cater?”

“Aw, you’re trying to make me cry, aren’t you, bestie? Of course, I do.”

The quiet swirls around you both like fireflies on a summer evening. Cater whispers out his constellation knowledge, pointing to every little light in the night sky. The round of ASMR starts out with you nodding and saying the words “cool” and “amazing.” A minute goes by, and it has you going, “Mmhmm.” A few more minutes go by, and your eyes can barely stay open. Cater’s voice is so soothing that you end up falling onto his shoulder for support. You forget that this is slightly caught on camera, but will you even care anyway? What’s Cater gonna do? Embarrass you in front of his third year class?

He does find this “too adorbs” to ignore, and a few selfies are caught of this. However, he respects you enough to put you under the covers of the guest bed to have you rest. When Cater is ready to hit the hay, he takes the other half, above the sheets. He whispers to the video his project conclusion, puts all of his equipment to the side, and he joins you in dreamland. He’s sure that this is an A+ in the hole, not only for grades, but perhaps in human connection, too.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #anime #twst wonderland #cater diamond #sleepover series #pajamas series #birthday card #twst cater #cater twst #cater twisted wonderland #cater x reader #sleeping over at ramshackle

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sebstanaddict · 27 days ago

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Gym Battle

Sebastian Stan x Reader One Shot

A/N : Just a hilarious, flirty story about Sebastian and reader who battles at the gym

Warning : none, just pure fun, fluff and comedy :D

Word Count : 5.4k words

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Gym Battle

The gym was its own kind of wild jungle: protein powder junkies prowling the machines, treadmill warriors running like they were escaping an imaginary bear, and one guy in the corner furiously yelling “LIGHTWEIGHT!” at a barbell that was definitely not lightweight. The air buzzed with determination, the occasional grunt, and the faint sound of Taylor Swift leaking through someone’s headphones.

Y/n entered like a woman on a mission, her energy levels maxed out from her neon-pink pre-workout mix. She threw her bag down and surveyed the battlefield. “Alright, gym. Today I become a legend. Or at least slightly less squishy.” She grabbed her dumbbells, fully prepared to conquer.

“Careful,” a deep, playful voice called out, cutting through her focus. “Those dumbbells look like they might sue for emotional damage if you drop them.”

Y/n turned, raising an eyebrow, ready to fire back - until her eyes landed on him. Sebastian Stan, Hollywood dreamboat and alleged gym enthusiast, standing there with a cocky grin and the kind of arms that made her rethink her entire life.

“Oh, wow,” she said, blinking. “Okay, didn’t realize the gym came with a live Marvel subscription.”

Sebastian laughed, the kind that made people nearby glance over like what’s going on here?. “And I didn’t realize the gym came with a comedian.”

“Stick around,” she quipped. “I’ve got jokes for days. Or until my pre-workout wears off, whichever comes first.”

Sebastian leaned against the nearest rack, clearly settling in. “Alright, comedian. What’s the plan for today? Intimidating the dumbbells into submission?”

She gasped, mock-offended. “Excuse you! These dumbbells are shaking in fear. Look at them. Terrified.”

“They look more bored than anything,” he shot back, smirking.

“Oh, big talk from the guy who probably spends more time flexing for selfies than lifting,” she countered, crossing her arms.

His laughter echoed through the gym. “Touché. But for the record, I only flex for one selfie a week. Maybe two if it’s leg day.”

“Wow,” she said, deadpan. “So humble. Truly an inspiration to us all.”

“Alright, funny girl,” Sebastian said, gesturing to the squat rack. “If you’re so intimidating, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Careful, Stan,” she warned. “You challenge me, and I’ll embarrass you in front of your adoring public.”

He gestured to the sparse gym crowd. “Public? You mean the guy over there benching with a granola bar in his mouth?”

She giggled so hard she snorted, quickly covering her mouth. “Stop, I’m trying to focus!”

Y/n lined up for her squat and did an exaggerated, overly dramatic rep. She even added a loud grunt at the end for flair.

Sebastian clapped slowly. “Wow. Theatrics and squats. A true multi-talent.”

“Jealous?” she asked, grabbing her water bottle.

“Devastated,” he replied, clutching his chest like she’d wounded him.

“Good,” she said smugly. “Now it’s your turn, Mr. Winter Soldier. Show me what you’ve got - or do I need to call Captain America for backup?”

“Oh, you did not just bring Cap into this,” he said, setting up his weights. “Now I have to destroy you.”

Sebastian rolled his neck with mock seriousness, then loaded the barbell with far more weight than necessary - just enough to make her raise an eyebrow and mentally calculate the odds of him actually surviving. He dropped into a set of squats like he was auditioning for the role of "Human Thigh Advertisement." Every movement was exaggerated. Intentional. Ridiculous.

After the final rep, he let out a dramatic gasp and staggered upright like he’d just returned from war. “I did that for the fans,” he said solemnly, wiping nonexistent sweat from his brow. “And because I’m emotionally unstable.”

Y/n gave him a slow clap. “I’m giving that performance a solid 8 out of 10. You lost a point for excessive glute flexing.”

“I was flexing for you,” he said with faux indignation. “And for the granola guy. He deserves a show.”

She rolled her eyes, grabbing her towel and heading to the next station. “Come on, Flex Appeal. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Wait - are we flirting or competing?” he asked, trailing after her.

“Both,” she called back without turning around.

He followed her like a gym puppy who’d found his favorite toy.

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Y/n sauntered toward the bench press like it owed her money. She was already regretting the dumbbell ego war, but she’d be damned if she let Sebastian Stan know that her arms were vibrating like over-caffeinated spaghetti.

“You sure you’re good to bench?” he asked, trailing after her with the casual confidence of a man who had definitely been voted ‘Most Likely to Ruin You With One Smirk’ in high school.

“I’m great,” she said, slapping a 45-pound plate onto the bar. “But thanks for your concern, coach.”

Sebastian tilted his head. “Just checking. You looked like your triceps were sending out distress flares back there.”

“They were waving, not flaring,” she said. “It’s called charisma.”

He laughed, setting a hand lightly on the bar as she laid back. “Alright then, Miss Charisma. I’ll spot you. And I promise not to let it fall on your face unless you insult me mid-rep.”

“That’s a big promise for someone with the attention span of a Jack Russell.”

“Starting off strong,” he muttered. “Love the abuse.”

Y/n centered herself under the bar. “Ten reps. No help. No commentary.”

“Too late.”

She lifted - and immediately regretted the weight. But pride was a powerful drug, and so was being publicly watched by a smug, muscled Marvel actor.

Sebastian, standing behind her with a perfect view of her life flashing before her eyes, leaned in. “Nice. Form’s tight. Elbows flaring just a bit, but I’ll allow it.”

She grunted. “One more word and I swear to God I’ll drop this bar on your foot.”

“That’s the spirit.”

She cranked out the ten reps through sheer spite and shame, and with a dramatic groan, racked the bar and sat up. Sweat clung to her hairline. Her heart was pounding. Her arms were absolutely done.

But she still smirked. “See? Easy.”

He blinked. “You are both terrifying and deeply attractive.”

“Tell that to my shoulder joints.”

Sebastian didn’t even hesitate - he laid down on the bench, adjusted his cap backward like it was game seven of the World Series, and gripped the bar.

Y/n crossed her arms. “Need me to spot you, sweetheart?”

He scoffed. “I’m fine. I benched heavier than this yesterday.”

“Was it your own ego?”

“Shh,” he whispered. “I need to enter my lifting headspace.”

He unracked the bar and started repping.

One.

Two.

Three.

Y/n watched, unblinking. “Huh. Thought you’d be stronger.”

“Four,” he grunted.

“You’re turning red.”

“Five.”

“Do your pecs always tremble when challenged?”

“Six - ”

“Want me to get you a juice box?”

“Seven - why are you like this?”

She leaned down, voice syrupy sweet. “Because you flirt like a raccoon and I feel the need to humble you.”

He locked out rep ten, face tomato-red, biceps twitching like they’d seen war. “There. Done.”

He racked the bar with an unnecessarily loud clang, then dramatically sat up and sagged forward like a deflating air mattress.

She patted him on the back. “Aww. Proud of you, champ.”

He looked at her with a half-smile, half-pained grimace. “I can’t feel my arms.”

“Good. That’s how you know you’re alive.”

“I don’t know what hurts more - my chest or the emotional damage.”

“Let me know if you want ice,” she said. “Or therapy.”

Sebastian stood slowly, like an old man after a nap. “I’m gonna need both if this gym date continues.”

“Oh,” she said, grabbing her water bottle with a smirk. “We’re dating now?”

He blinked. “I mean, we are trauma bonding.”

She snorted. “You’re one kettlebell swing away from calling me baby.”

He opened his mouth like he absolutely was about to do that.

“No,” she said, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t.”

“Fine,” he said. “But if I beat you in the next challenge, I’m legally allowed to flirt at maximum volume.”

“And what challenge would that be?”

He spun around dramatically, stopping by the assisted pull-up machine like it had personally offended him. “This. We’re settling this like gym goblins: pull-up battle. One minute. Let the pettiness fuel you.”

Y/n gave him a look. “You sure you want to do that? You already look like that machine ghosted you.”

“Please. I was here first. You’re just conveniently orbiting my flawless workout circuit like a charming little gym satellite.”

She laughed. “Flawless? You’ve got ‘I skip back day’ energy.”

He gasped. “That’s a bold accusation for someone who couldn’t finish her last set without threatening gravity.”

“These lats,” she pointed to him with an arched brow, “have commitment issues.”

He stepped closer and tapped the machine. “Fine. You wanna fight? Let’s fight. Pull-up challenge. One minute. Most reps wins.”

“What’s the prize?”

“Moral dominance. Eternal bragging rights. And the sacred privilege of publicly shaming the loser in front of yoga jeans guy over there.”

She eyed the dude in question - a man currently attempting downward dog in Levi’s. “He looks like he deserves better than this.”

“Do any of us?” Sebastian muttered.

“Fine,” she said, tying her ponytail tighter. “But I’m taunting you the entire time.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Y/n stepped up first. Adjusted the pin. Gripped the handles like she was about to take vengeance on every gym machine that ever wronged her. Sebastian stood too close, arms crossed, eyes laser-focused on her form and definitely not her shoulders. (Okay, her shoulders. And maybe her hip tilt.)

She knocked out five reps right away. Solid form. Minimal shaking. Maximum sass.

“Wow,” he muttered. “Are you sure you’re not genetically modified?”

She grinned mid-rep. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Soggy Bucky.”

He barked a laugh. “Soggy?!”

“Your shirt’s clinging like a desperate ex.”

She hit ten, legs starting to tremble, and dropped with a dramatic exhale. “Boom. Beat that, Stan.”

He cracked his neck like he was entering a final boss battle. “You’re about to witness history.”

“Or a pulled lat.”

He stepped up. She didn't back away - too busy smirking, arms folded, eyes locked.

Sebastian got through the first few reps with obnoxious flair, making stupid little grunts like he was lifting Thor’s hammer. “That’s three. That’s four. Still not struggling.”

“Your face says otherwise,” she called. “It’s giving ‘emotional constipation.’”

At seven, he was breathing harder.

At nine, he was trembling.

At ten, he let out a noise that could only be described as a whimper wrapped in pride.

“Oh my God,” she laughed. “Was that... a gym sob?”

He dropped down, landing like a sack of regrets. “That was a war cry.”

“You cried all right.”

“I matched you.”

“Yeah, but I looked hot doing it. You looked like you were communicating with spirits.”

He staggered upright and pointed at her. “Alright. That’s it. We’re even.”

“We are not even. I could’ve done more.”

He scoffed. “Please. You peaked at rep seven. The rest were powered by spite and attention.”

She stepped into his space, playful glare in place. “Say that again.”

He leaned in slightly, lips twitching. “You peaked.”

For a split second, the gym noise disappeared. Just the thrum of her pulse, the smell of his overpriced deodorant, and his stupidly perfect mouth hovering way too close.

Y/n blinked. “You are such a menace.”

“I’ve been called worse. Usually by personal trainers.”

“Yeah?” She nudged his shoulder with hers. “Get ready to be called ‘loser’ after our next event.”

“Oh?” he said, cocky again. “You’re already planning the next round?”

“I’ve seen your kettlebell form. It needs divine intervention.”

He clutched his heart. “That’s it. Now I have to destroy you.”

—

Y/n marched toward the kettlebell rack like a woman on a mission - to destroy egos, set masculinity on fire, and maybe sneak a look at Sebastian’s glutes mid-swing. In the name of science, obviously.

Sebastian caught up to her with the reckless enthusiasm of a golden retriever who just learned how to deadlift. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She grabbed a 35-pound kettlebell like it was a microphone and she had something to say. “What, afraid I’ll make your form look like interpretive dance performed by a panicked toddler?”

He clutched his heart. “You wound me. And yet... I remain devastatingly charming.”

“You’re like a pre-workout crash in human form. Jittery, unnecessary, and a little bit hot.”

He smirked, grabbing a matching kettlebell. “Funny. You remind me of a gym fire alarm. Loud, dramatic, and everyone pretends they’re not excited when you go off.”

They claimed two adjacent mats like dueling warlords - if warlords wore fitted gym tanks and made unrelenting eye contact.

Y/n raised a brow. “Alright. One minute. Full swings. Hips, not arms. Don’t cheat, don’t cry, and don’t flirt mid-thrust.”

“I make no promises,” he said solemnly.

She began swinging with perfect control - core tight, arms steady, ponytail snapping like it was in its own action movie. She looked like a fitness instructor you’d fall in love with and then resent for being better than you at everything.

Sebastian? Started strong. Then immediately overcommitted.

His swings had the passion of a man trying to banish emotional baggage with every rep. His breathing got suspicious. His hair flopped over his forehead. He looked like a boyband member fighting for his life.

“You okay over there?” she asked between swings.

“Thriving,” he wheezed. “Just... embracing the pain.”

“You sound like you’re passing a kettlebell through labor.”

He grunted. “This is what hip engagement looks like!”

“It looks like a full-body exorcism.”

They locked eyes mid-rep.

He grinned like he was possessed. “Still judging?”

“Still swinging.”

“Still hot.”

She nearly dropped the kettlebell. “Focus, Stan.”

“I am focused. On your - very strong - posterior chain mechanics.”

“You’re an HR violation.”

“Just a fan of empowered women.”

“Just say ‘glutes’ like a normal creep.”

By the final ten seconds, the air was thick with effort and unsaid tension.

Y/n’s arms were vibrating. Sebastian’s soul was halfway to the astral plane. But neither broke.

She dropped her kettlebell at the buzzer like it had personally betrayed her.

He let his fall with a grunt that was 40% exhaustion, 60% performance art. Then flopped to the mat like he was submitting to fate.

“So,” he panted. “Who won?”

She bent over her knees, catching her breath. “Me. Obviously.”

“Says the woman whose face matches my berry-flavored pre-workout.”

She wiped her forehead. “It’s called a righteous glow.”

“It’s called ‘murder sweat.’”

He rolled onto his side, breathing like a war veteran. “If you beat me one more time, I’m contractually obligated to marry you.”

Y/n collapsed beside him, grinning. “Guess I’ll have to keep winning, then.”

He turned his head, eyes still glinting despite the near-death experience. “Was that a threat... or a proposal?”

She looked at him, cheeks flushed, breathing heavy. “Depends.”

“On?”

“Whether you survive the next round.”

He grinned. “Challenge me again and I swear - I’ll die doing it. While looking directly at your biceps.”

—

They didn’t walk to the mats.

They dragged themselves there like two war survivors with unfinished business and wildly bruised pride.

Y/n threw down a mat and collapsed onto it with a theatrical sigh. “Alright, Stan. One minute plank. Winner gets bragging rights.”

Sebastian dropped beside her, already in position. “Bragging rights? I thought the winner got a massage and the loser had to admit they cried during Encanto.”

“I didn’t cry,” she muttered, setting her forearms. “I just emotionally leaked.”

He grinned, lowering into position beside her, face inches from hers. “That’s fair. I cried when the grandma showed up. Full sob.”

“See? That’s the energy I’m trying to beat. Soft boy on the outside, gym menace on the inside.”

“And you?” he asked. “Spite-powered Disney villain in leggings?”

She smirked. “You get me.”

They started the plank.

Immediately: pain. Regret. Ego.

By second fifteen, both were visibly shaking. Forearms sweaty. Core screaming. Breathing like dying sea captains.

“You doing okay over there?” Y/n asked sweetly.

“Never better,” Sebastian wheezed. “This is how I meditate.”

“You sound like your soul’s trying to leave your body.”

“That’s just my Zen noise.”

“You look like a broken ironing board.”

“You look like you’re clenching for dear life.”

“I am clenching,” she hissed. “Clenching in victory.”

Sebastian turned his head toward her, forehead drenched, smile wicked. “You’re ridiculously attractive when you’re suffering.”

She blinked. “...That’s either romantic or a red flag.”

“I’m too tired to know the difference.”

Second thirty: complete chaos.

They were nose to nose now, stubbornly refusing to drop. Every breath turned into a snarky insult. Every insult made them smile harder.

“You know,” Y/n huffed, “for a guy with good hair, you’re really bad at this.”

“I’m conserving energy for cardio.”

“Cardio?”

“Treadmill. Endgame. Final boss.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You planning to beat me?”

“I’m planning to dramatically fake my own death.”

“Oh good,” she gasped, “because you’re already halfway to ghost mode.”

Second forty-five: eye contact.

Sweat dripping. Elbows trembling. Mouths way too close.

And yet, they just stared.

And stared.

Y/n’s heart stuttered. Not from exertion - well, okay partly from exertion - but mostly because his eyes were doing that thing. That soft, mischievous, dangerous thing. Like he was already picturing what her face would look like laughing across a dinner table.

He smiled. Just slightly.

She almost collapsed.

“Your core’s shaking,” he whispered.

“So is yours.”

“Let go.”

“No.”

“You blinked.”

“You bit your lip.”

They both broke at the exact same time.

Y/n collapsed into the mat with a groan.

Sebastian rolled onto his side with an equally pathetic sound. “Draw,” he panted.

“Fine,” she muttered, sprawled like a crime scene. “But I was winning emotionally.”

“You’ve been winning emotionally since dumbbells.”

She turned her head, meeting his gaze again, both of them lying flat like broken warriors.

“I hate how much I’m enjoying this,” she said.

He grinned. “Same.”

For a moment, neither of them moved.

They just lay there - breathless, bruised by their own egos, and grinning like idiots who’d somehow made mutual suffering weirdly romantic.

Eventually, Y/n sat up with a groan. “Okay. We have to stretch or we’ll both seize up and die.”

Sebastian rolled onto his stomach like a man who had fully accepted his fate. “Lead the way, menace.”

—

Technically, they were stretching.

Realistically, they were flirting so hard someone should’ve thrown a towel over them.

“Okay,” she muttered, lifting one leg into a hamstring stretch. “Try not to pull something. Like your pride.”

“I already pulled that during squats,” he groaned, matching her stretch - sort of. His hand grazed hers as he reached, and he didn’t move it. “Tell me if I die.”

“You’ll be fine,” she said, not moving her hand either. “Unless this is your flirting tactic.”

“It’s working, isn’t it?”

She didn’t answer - just arched her eyebrow and pulled her leg a little higher. Sebastian’s eyes absolutely did not stay on her calf.

“You know,” he murmured, “you’re absurdly attractive when you pretend stretching is a combat sport.”

“And you’re clearly using this moment to memorize my quadriceps.”

“Guilty,” he said. “Also, your glute activation is... inspirational.”

“You’re gonna get kicked in the face.”

“It’d be an honor.”

They switched legs. His hand casually - accidentally - landed on her shin during the transition. It lingered. She narrowed her eyes.

“You touching me or adjusting the air molecules?”

“Just helping with alignment,” he said innocently, still not removing his hand. “I took one yoga class on YouTube. I’m basically certified.”

She reached over and flicked his forehead. “Boundaries.”

He grinned. “Consider them... gently tested.”

They moved into butterfly stretch, feet pressed together, knees out. Sebastian scooted closer - too close. Their knees touched. He leaned back on his hands and just looked at her.

“You’re not stretching,” she accused.

“I’m manifesting.”

“Manifesting what?”

“A lifetime supply of you doing glute bridges next to me.”

She burst out laughing and nearly fell backward. “You’re deranged.”

“I’m honest.”

“You’re one protein shake away from being handcuffed for excessive flirtation.”

He leaned forward, their faces suddenly inches apart. “And yet... you haven’t run.”

She held his gaze. “Maybe I like danger.”

“I am dangerous,” he whispered. “Mostly to myself.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away.

“Final round?” she said, voice just a bit breathless.

He looked toward the treadmill row like it had personally wronged him. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

“Can I at least pretend I have a shot?”

She stood, extending a hand. “You’ve got as much chance as that guy in jeans has of surviving hot yoga.”

Sebastian took her hand - and held it a little too long.

“Then I’ll lose,” he said, standing inches from her, “but I’ll make it look good.”

—

The gym had gone quiet.

Well - quiet enough. Somewhere in the distance, a protein blender whirred. But in the cardio zone?

All eyes were on them.

Y/n stood in front of the treadmill like it was a throne she intended to conquer. Sebastian beside her, stretching like he wasn’t sweating from every pore.

“Last challenge,” she said, tying her ponytail with purpose. “Ten minutes. No breaks. No mercy.”

Sebastian cracked his neck, gaze never leaving hers. “Winner picks the post-workout drink.”

She smirked. “Hope you like humiliation-flavored smoothies.”

“I like whatever you taste like,” he said too smoothly.

She blinked. “I’m sorry - WHAT did you just - ”

“Let’s run,” he interrupted innocently, stepping up onto the treadmill like he hadn’t just set her entire nervous system on fire.

Sebastian set his treadmill to “I Will Regret This,” cracked his neck like a WWE wrestler, and smirked. “Ten minutes. No breaks. Last one standing wins.”

Y/n set hers to “Vengeance Speed,” pulled her ponytail tighter, and smiled like a villain with a skincare routine. “Winner gets bragging rights.”

“Loser gets feelings.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

—

Minute 1 - The Warm-Up of Deceit

Y/n pressed the start button like she was arming a missile.

Sebastian, already smug, turned to her with a grin so lethal it could’ve been banned in six countries.

“You sure you’re ready for this?”

“I was born ready.”

“I was born shirtless. Want to switch origin stories?”

She blinked. “Did you just flirt with me while starting cardio?”

“I flirt during everything. You should see me parallel park.”

“Oh my God.”

“Want to?”

—

Minute 2 - Speed and Suspicions

The treadmills picked up. Jog pace. Steady. Suspiciously normal.

Y/n’s ponytail bounced. Sebastian’s cap shifted as he leaned in slightly.

“You’re keeping up,” she said.

“I’m holding back.”

“Typical man.”

“Typical goddess trying to distract me with your majestic stride.”

“I will push you into a Pilates class.”

“Joke’s on you - I have excellent hip mobility.”

—

Minute 3 - The Flirt Bomb Drops

They ran faster.

He leaned in again. “If I win, I get to kiss you.”

She tripped for half a second. “What the hell did you just say?!”

He didn’t miss a beat. “You heard me.”

“If I win - ”

“You can kiss me.”

“That’s not how competition works!”

“It’s how this works.” He winked. “You bring chaos, I bring charm. Equal suffering.”

“Shut up and run.”

“Make me.”

—

Minute 4 - Seduction by Hydration

Sebastian pulled out a water bottle mid-run.

Mid. Run.

And took a long, unnecessarily sensual sip. Like he was in a hydration commercial shot in slow motion.

Y/n nearly face-planted. “Did you just... sexy sip at me?”

He licked his lips. “Hydration is the key to emotional vulnerability.”

“I hope you trip on your ego.”

“Babe, I am my ego.”

—

Minute 5 - The Moan Heard Round the Gym

Y/n was red-faced and fully in war mode. Sebastian?

Moaned.

Loudly.

Mid-sprint.

It wasn’t even a pain moan. It was a bedroom moan.

People turned.

Y/n choked. “Did you just make a sex noise on a treadmill?!”

Sebastian nodded, unashamed. “Tactical distraction.”

“Was that part of your plan?!”

“Absolutely. I’ve got four more queued up if needed.”

—

Minute 6 - Emotional Sabotage

Y/n narrowed her eyes. “What’s your angle here, Hollywood?”

Sebastian panted. “My angle is... I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Her treadmill beeped in sympathy.

“What?!”

“I don’t want to win this.”

“Then slow down!”

“I also don’t want to lose in front of the yoga guy.”

“SO YOU’RE SPRINTING AT ME WITH ROMANTIC INTENT?!”

“Apparently!”

—

Minute 7 - Eye Contact with Consequences

They were both drenched. Loud. Wheezing. Glaring.

Then - eye contact.

Too long. Too dangerous.

Y/n blinked. “Are you trying to seduce me through cardio?”

Sebastian, breathless: “Is it working?”

“It’s confusing my legs.”

“Mine too. I think my calves are in love with you.”

—

Minute 8 - Trash Talk and Trauma

She bumped up her speed.

He bumped his higher.

“Still think you’re hot stuff?” she huffed.

“I know I’m hot stuff,” he puffed. “I have a fan account run by someone’s aunt.”

“I hope that aunt roasts you daily.”

“She calls me ‘Sebby Boo.’”

Y/n nearly flew off the treadmill. “Tell her I want to fight her and date you.”

He beamed. “I’m putting that on a T-shirt.”

—

Minute 9 - The Fake Injury Arc Begins

His breathing became... theatrical.

He started limping slightly. Coughing. Groaning like he’d been shot in the thigh with a Cupid arrow.

“Are you dying?” Y/n asked.

“Internally, yes.”

“You’re faking.”

“Am I?”

“You’re trying to fake lose your way into my pants!”

“I was trying to fake win your heart.”

She screamed. “I HATE how good that line was.”

“Thank you. It’s my closer.”

—

Minute 10 - The Collapse, The Confession, The Date

With one final gasp, Sebastian slammed the STOP button and yeeted himself dramatically off the treadmill.

He collapsed like a telenovela heroine - one arm draped over his face, shirt riding up just enough to be sinful.

“I CAN’T GO ON,” he yelled. “MY KNEES HAVE TURNED TO EMOTIONS.”

Y/n stopped, gasping, furious, confused, slightly turned on.

“You FAKED that.”

“I felt things and my knees gave up.”

“You are a menace.”

He sat up slowly, eyes wide, hand on chest. “Y/n... will you go out with me?”

She stared at him. “Right now? In front of God and the guy stretching on a Bosu ball?”

“Yes.”

She wiped sweat off her face. “Fine. But I’m making you run again on the date.”

He gasped. “Cardio and commitment? Be still, my emotionally unavailable heart.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her with a smile. She reached for her water bottle, took a long sip, and let the silence hang - just long enough to feel… different.

They didn’t move right away.

Not because they couldn’t - though realistically, neither of them had full command of their legs - but because something had shifted. The usual teasing energy fizzled into something quieter, warmer.

Y/n leaned against the wall beside the treadmills, still catching her breath, ponytail damp with sweat, cheeks flushed. She glanced at Sebastian, who was still sitting on the floor like the world's most dramatic gym corpse, looking at her like she'd just changed the weather.

“You okay down there?” she asked, a little breathless.

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “You said yes. I’m still processing.”

She snorted. “Don’t get sentimental on me now. You just faked a medical episode to ask me out.”

He smiled - soft, not smirking this time. “Only because you’re terrifying in a very beautiful way.”

That shouldn’t have made her stomach flip, but it did.

Sebastian shifted, bracing an arm behind him as he looked up at her. “I meant it, you know. I’ve been flirting since dumbbells, but I wasn’t just messing around.”

Y/n blinked, the edges of her usual sarcasm fraying.

His voice stayed low. “I don’t usually do this.”

“What - sprint full speed into attraction?”

“No.” He laughed lightly. “I don’t usually let it feel like this. Like I actually care what happens after the flirting stops.”

She looked down at him for a beat - sweaty, ridiculous, too handsome for his own good - and realized, uncomfortably, that she got it. That under the joking and the noise, she’d kind of... been feeling the same thing.

Y/n sat down beside him, shoulder brushing his. “Okay,” she said, a little quieter now. “But if you’re going to keep talking like that, I need carbs first.”

He turned his head toward her, smiling like it was impossible not to. “Then let me buy you dinner, menace.”

She leaned back against the wall, glancing sideways at him. “You’d better not flake.”

“I’d better not fall harder,” he muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

She gave him a look.

He gave her a smile.

And somehow, sitting on the gym floor like a pair of sweaty disasters, it didn’t feel like a maybe anymore.

It felt like something real.

—

The Date - 7:03 PM

He was late.

Three minutes late.

Which, for Sebastian Stan, was basically early. Especially considering the last time he’d “arrived on time,” he dramatically collapsed on a gym mat like a Victorian widow.

Y/n stood outside the restaurant, arms crossed, running through every reason not to turn around and leave.

And then -

“Oh good,” came a familiar voice, breathless and cocky, “you haven’t left yet. I’d have had to fake an injury again.”

She turned.

Sebastian jogged up in black jeans and a navy button-down that didn’t stand a chance against his shoulders. Hair slightly messy. Smile slightly dangerous.

“You’re late,” she said.

“You’re beautiful,” he replied, like it was the most logical rebuttal.

She blinked. “Okay, you get five minutes of forgiveness for that line. After that, I start roasting you again.”

“Deal,” he said, pulling the door open for her. “Timer starts now.”

—

The Table - 7:17 PM

The host sat them at a small two-top near the window, dimly lit, moody music, candles trying too hard.

Sebastian immediately reached for the drink menu. “You think they have protein shakes or just things with basil and regret?”

Y/n laughed. “This is a Thai place. Not Equinox.”

“Same lighting.”

“Less grunting.”

He smirked. “So far.”

She blinked at him.

“I’m kidding,” he added. “...Mostly.”

—

Dinner - 7:30 to 8:20 PM

It was... good. Shockingly good.

The food was spicy. The banter was spicier.

Y/n leaned back in her chair, sipping something lemongrass-y. “So. When did you decide to flirt with me via treadmill?”

“Roughly five seconds after you curled a 25-pound dumbbell and made eye contact like you were about to arrest me.”

She snorted. “I should’ve.”

“Would’ve asked for a full pat-down.”

“Oh my God.”

“And that’s when I knew.”

She laughed - genuinely, openly, cheeks flushed. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet you’re still here.”

“Still wondering if it’s worth it.”

Sebastian grinned, slow and sure. “It is.”

Then he went quiet - didn’t try to fill the space with another joke, didn’t rush to speak. He just looked at her, elbow on the table, fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of his glass, like he wasn’t in a hurry to leave whatever moment this was.

She caught him staring.

“What?” she asked, voice softer now.

He shrugged one shoulder. “Nothing. You just look different out of gym lighting.”

“Less intimidating?”

“More dangerous,” he said, without a hint of sarcasm.

Y/n blinked, the words landing somewhere in her chest. She wasn’t sure what to do with them, so she focused on her noodles.

They both ate in silence for a moment. Just chewing. No jokes. No jabs. Just the quiet sound of forks against plates and two hearts beating a little too fast.

Then he reached for his water, and their hands brushed.

She didn’t pull away immediately.

Neither did he.

It was a tiny moment. Barely anything.

But it felt like something.

She glanced up at him, and there was no smirk this time. Just... Sebastian, looking at her like she wasn’t a game or a challenge, but someone he wanted to know past the gym, past the flirting, past the adrenaline.

“You’re staring again,” she whispered.

“I know,” he said.

She didn’t stop him.

Eventually, she leaned back, breaking the moment with a quiet sigh. “I’m not used to this.”

“What? Food that’s not in Tupperware?”

“No,” she said. “Someone looking at me like that and not running away.”

He smiled gently. “Maybe I’m just too sore to run.”

That pulled a laugh from her again. Not loud. Not sarcastic.

Just real.

—

After Dinner - 8:23 PM

The check was paid. The mood was warm. Too warm. Suspiciously romantic.

Y/n shoved her hands into her jacket as they walked out. “So what now? You going to challenge me to a round of competitive chopsticks?”

Sebastian laughed. “Nope. Just a walk. A totally innocent, non-strategic, no-ulterior-motives walk.”

“Mhm.”

He glanced at her sideways. “Unless you want to race to the crosswalk.”

“I swear to God if you fake a cramp - ”

“I might fake a proposal if you keep looking at me like that.”

She paused.

He smiled.

Then it started.

Rain.

It started suddenly.

First a drop. Then two. Then the sky opened up like it had been waiting for them to leave the restaurant just to make things cinematic.

The street glistened. Their clothes darkened. Her jacket clung to her arms. His shirt went nearly translucent, sticking to every muscle he’d pretended not to flex at dinner.

But neither of them moved.

Y/n tilted her face up to the rain, blinking water from her lashes. “Of course. Of course it rains right now.”

Sebastian didn’t answer right away.

He was too busy watching her like she was the storm.

She looked back at him. Eyes wide. Chest tight.

And just like that - the air changed.

He stepped closer. Close enough for her to feel the heat of him even through the rain.

His voice, when it came, was quieter. No more teasing. No punchline behind it. Just that soft, raw thing he hadn’t let himself say out loud until now.

“I’ve been trying to kiss you since the dumbbell rack.”

Her breath caught.

She didn’t move.

She didn’t have to.

Because a second later, his hand came up - slow, careful - to cradle her jaw. His thumb brushed her cheek, rain-damp and warm, like he was trying to memorize her by touch.

And then, finally -

He kissed her.

Not fast. Not showy. Just right.

The kind of kiss that says I see you. I want you. I’ve been falling since day one and I don’t even care if you know it.

She melted into him - because how could she not? The rain poured around them, but everything else fell away. No gym. No competition. No flirty one-upmanship.

Just her. And him. Soaked. Smiling. Kissing like idiots in love.

When they finally pulled apart, barely, he kept his forehead pressed to hers.

“Still think I faked that treadmill loss?”

She smiled against his mouth. “I think you fell for me at mile two and panicked.”

“Terrifying experience.”

“Good.”

He grinned. “So... what now?”

She looked up at him, heart pounding. “Now you walk me home like a gentleman.”

“And if I kiss you again on your doorstep?”

“I won’t stop you.”

“I might fake a cramp halfway there.”

“I’ll leave you in the rain.”

“Worth it.”

And so they walked - two soggy gym gremlins with too many feelings and zero boundaries - into the night, already planning round two of flirting disguised as fitness.

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