#can I just say. the way denny pushes his head back down makes me feel something

[jimmyspades]

Mouth-to-mouth. Coast Guard training. We need to know CPR. No tongue!

[lanadelnegan]

Cardiac Arrest

Denny Duquette x Female Reader

Summary: Your favorite patient Denny gets special treatment.

Warnings: no sadness, just smut. denny being denny, flirting, handjob, p in v, breeding, riding denny in his hospital bed

Note: I am going through an extremely obsessive denny phase right now. I'm sad and horny - send help.

"There's my favorite doctor." Denny grins as you enter his room. You smirk at him before routinely shutting the blinds, leaving the view of only the small rectangular window on the door for other's to see inside.

"I'd say you're my favorite patient, but that would be very unprofessional." You scan over his chart as his eyes burn into you, making your cheeks blush.

"Well, we can't have that.. Can't risk you getting fired and never seeing my pretty face again." He grins from ear to ear as you roll your eyes playfully, setting the clipboard down and sauntering over to his bedside. His hand reaches out lazily and you take it in yours without hesitation.

"Do you play scrabble with your other patients?" He asks.

"No... can't say I have."

"Held hands romantically with any other patients?"

You smile, dropping your gaze down to your fingers intertwined with his. "Who says this is romantic?"

"Me." Denny chuckles, bringing your hand to his chest and holding it there with his. Your own heart flutters at the small gesture as you feel his weak heart beating beneath his chest. You wish so badly that you could just snap your fingers and make him okay.

"Kissed any other patients?"

Your brows scrunch at him. "I've never kissed you, Denny." Your eyes drop to his mouth for a slight second before trailing back up to his chocolate eyes.

"Do you want to?" His voice turns low and raspy during this question, making your cheeks burn and your heart pound.

"Denny, I - I can't. I don't kiss my patients." You whisper, glancing at the door behind you.

Seriousness replaces the playfulness in his features as he speaks even lower. "Not even your favorite ones?"

His thumb rubs your hand gently as he looks up at you. You let your gaze drop to his mouth again, admiring his full pink lips and imagining what they would feel like against yours.

"Y/n..." He whispers softly.

Before he can finish, you bring your hand up to rest against his stubble covered cheek and lean down to press your lips to his.

You kiss him slowly, bringing his puffy bottom lip between yours and sucking it gently, savoring the taste of him. His hands reach up, one cupping your cheek while the other gently pushes on the back of your lower neck, urging your closer and deepening the kiss. Both of your mouths part before your tongues explore each other's mouths and you can't help when a soft moan escapes your throat.

After what feels like an eternity of kissing, you finally rest your forehead against his, closing your eyes.

"You're going to get through this. You have to. For me. For us.. Promise me, Denny."

"I promise." He whispers.

You kiss him again, harder this time, letting your hand trail down from his neck to his stomach. You grip his gown, frustrated that it's in your way.

The door creaks open quickly, making you jerk away from Denny and lock eyes with Dr. Burke.

Burke clears his throat, standing by the door with a face full of disappointment. "Y/n, I'm gonna do you a huge favor and pretend I didn't just see you kissing our patient."

"Easyyy, doc." Denny intervenes. "Dr. y/l/n here was just saving my life. It's called mouth to mouth." He winks at you, his signature grin spreading across his handsome face as you bite back your smile.

"Y/n, your shift was over 40 minutes ago. Why don't you call it a day?" Burke says, ignoring Denny.

"I'm, um. I'm gonna stay here tonight, make sure he's okay." It's not a lie.. Denny had surgery the day before, and you've been checking on him more frequently the past 24 hours.

"That's what we have night staff for. Go. Home." Burke demands and Denny nods his head at you, silently telling you it's okay.

"Fine." You look down at Denny, telling him goodbye with your eyes since you're unable to say goodbye with your lips.

You stand next to Burke on your way out. "If anything happens, I wanted to be notified immediately." You warn.

Midnight:

You lay wide awake in your bed, staring at the ceiling and all you can think about is Denny. Your heart hurts knowing he's there alone. No family, no friends.

What if he's bored?

What if he misses you?

What if.. what if something bad happens and you're not there?

"Fuck this." You jump out of bed, changing back into some clean scrubs and throwing your hair up in a ponytail.

You sneak through the hallway, careful not to wake your roommates as you leave.

When you finally arrive at the hospital, you choose the side entrance, scanning your badge and confidently walking in. You avoid eye contact as you walk past the nurses station and into Denny's room.

By some miracle, you made it without anyone questioning you, so you quietly shut the door behind you as you enter the room.

Denny sleeps soundly as you make your way over to his bedside. The only lights in the room are the ones coming from his machines since the blinds are still closed from earlier.

You pull a chair up next to him, carefully letting the bed side railing down to allow you to lean in closer next to him. You rest your head on his stomach, holding him in your arms.

Surprisingly he doesn't move, so you lay there enjoying the moment, feeling his chest rise slowly as he breathes until something twitches beneath his blanket directly in front of your face.

His body feels hot, so you lift your head off of him, leaning back up and pulling his blanket from his waist.

Your mouth drops open slightly at the outline of his fully erect cock. You can tell its long and thick and you can't tear your eyes away, imagining what it looks like beneath his gown.

"Like what you see?" Denny says sleepily, making you snap your eyes towards his and blush that you just got caught staring.

"Uh, I - I didn't see anything."

He chuckles. "But you want to."

His knees suddenly lift slightly until his feet are resting flat against the bed, blocking the view from the door window to his mid section.

"Denny.." You warn hesitantly, knowing this is wrong.

"If you don't wanna see it, now is the time to look away." He gives you one warning before moving his gown over his cock, revealing himself completely. You can't take your eyes off it, even if you wanted to.

Your mouth drops slightly open as you watch his hand wrap around it and stroke slowly up and down. "Y/n.." He moans your name softly as he watches you watch him.

"Denny, we can't.. we can't do this here."

"Then leave, baby. Cause I need to cum. Been stuck in this damn hospital for too long."

He continues stroking himself, tightening his jaw as his head leans back into his pillow.

Your cunt aches between your legs at the sight of him pleasuring himself and you bite down on your bottom lip hard as you give in, reaching for his dick and replacing his hand with yours. You squeeze him lightly before sliding your hand up and down his thick length.

"Denny.." You whisper as you watch the precum leak from his tip. "I need you.."

"Baby, trust me.. If I were anywhere but this damn bed, I would bend you over and give you the fuckin' of a lifetime."

A shadow skims across the room as you notice someone walk by the door. You take the extra sheet at the end of his bed, and shove it in the crack of the door, letting it hang over the window.

"Is that even allowed?" Denny asks.

"No... but neither is this..." You say as you slip your pants and underwear down your leg.

"Y/n.. baby. I don't want you gettin' in trouble cause of me."

"I don't even care anymore, Denny. I need you."

You climb over him, settling your knees on each side of him until your exposed center is hovering directly above his dick.

"Tryna send me into cardiac arrest?" He smirks up at you, gliding his hands up the sides of our legs and to your hips.

"Good thing there's a doctor here." You lean down, kissing him as you bring the blanket with you, trying to cover as much of yourself as possible - not that it matters, because if anyone walked in right now, you'd be fucked. And not in the way you're trying to be.

You kiss each other desperately as soft moans fill the dark room. He reaches for his cock, lining himself up to your entrance and you immediately slide down completely on him, taking every inch while still kissing him hard. He groans into your mouth as his hands simultaneously squeeze your ass and you ride him slow and gently, not wanting to put too much pressure on him.

"Fuck. You can go faster, baby. My heart might be weak but my dick isn't." He grins as you go slightly faster and grind into him just right, making his tip press into your g-spot over and over.

You study his face as you ride him, noticing the way his eyelids get heavy when he's turned on and how his pretty lips part slightly.

"You feel so damn good, y/n." He breathes out. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined this."

"Probably just as many as I have" You whisper, your breathing unsteady like his.

He brings his hand around again, finding your clit and rubbing it like a pro, making you cry out until his lips crash against yours to suppress your sounds.

His finger, cock, and raspy voice work in unison to send you over the edge and you cum embarrassingly hard, feeling warm liquid rush out of you.

The sounds of the monitors connected to him beep faster as his breathing grows more rapid.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum." He whines out, giving you a chance to get off of him, but you refuse, keeping yourself in place so his load shoots deep inside of you.

He tenses beneath you, holding your hips down and pressing you completely against him as he comes undone, pushing his head further back into pillow.

A soft moan escapes his lips each time his dick twitches inside of you and it makes your pussy flutter, squeezing your muscles around him tightly.

He attempts to control his breathing as the monitor beeps at full speed. "I fuckin' love you."

You can't help the smile that spreads across your face as you kiss him again. "I love you, Denny. Now calm down, before you overdo it."

"Yes ma'am."

You carefully climb off of him and slip your pants back on while noticing the wet spot on the sheets below him.

"Sorry.." You blush as he notices the spot too. "Let me grab you some new sheets and I'll get them changed for you."

He grabs your wrist, pulling you back in the bed. "Don't.. you dare."

[bed-chemist]

duke oneshot pls 🙏 (not smut)

Agora Hills - duke dennis x reader

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask. for future reference if you have a request, specify smut or no smut like this person did or imma do whatever tf i want. y'all can't cap, i've been on a fucking roll this weekend. hopefully y'all like it. ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

─⋆♡ summary: you and duke are in an established relationship. he decides to surprise you and ball the fuck out.

─⋆♡ warnings: dual pov (the pov changes with the pink headers, the divider gifs just mean a bit of time has passed), language, all fluff no smut, softdom!duke (he doesn't like when the reader talks back), 18+ black!writer, alcohol, physical descriptors (brief)

⋆word count: 4.5k ⋆ masterlist ⋆

y/n

I jolt out of sleep, and the feeling of the cool air of the hotel room kicks on. Duke’s hand rubbing my leg makes me relax a little, and my eyes move to him, seeing that he's still right where he was when I fell asleep.

“Hey, baby. Time to wake up,” he says quietly, kissing me on the cheek, and then he returns his attention to his phone.

I yawn, looking up at him, recalling that he’s probably been working all night. He doesn’t look like he slept much, making me feel worse. “How long have you been awake?” He needs to prioritize his sleep.

Duke shifts, pulling me further up so he can rub my ass. “It’s 7:30 a.m., so 30 minutes. I already got up and showered,” he explains and I look up at his freshly moisturized skin.

I inhale his cologne and hum. He smells so fucking good. I grumble, annoyed at how early it is. He takes notice and spanks me lightly, and I gasp at his forwardness. “Duke, you did not just slap my ass,” I scold.

His laugh reverberates through his chest. “Yes, the fuck I did. Let me worry about you, not the other way around,” he matter-of-factly states.

I roll my eyes and sigh. “But I'm supposed to worry about you, too. It’s supposed to be equal.” I’m making valid points here.

Duke slips out from under me, standing up. He puts his hands up in defense, and he turns to walk into the bathroom and turns the shower on. I crawl to the end of the bed, stand up, and follow him into the bathroom where he’s leaning on the wall with his arm on top of the small door. Straightening, he extends his hand and pulls me into the bathroom. 

“Take your time, babe. Call me if you need me,” he instructs and leans down to kiss me before brushing past me and exiting the bathroom. 

My eyes watch him as he goes, drinking him in. I know he already showered, but some part of me wants him to just stand in the shower with me and hold me.

“Are you sure I look okay?” I ask Duke for the hundredth time in the last hour, holding his hand to stabilize myself as I descend the steps of the hotel.

He puts his hand on the small of my back when I’m grounded, and gently pushes me forward towards a truck near the entrance. “Yes, baby. You always look beautiful,” he responds, opening the passenger door, and extending his hand again so I can use it to climb in.

I slide into the seat and turn my head towards him, raising my eyebrows. “So that’s a no, then?” He rolls his eyes, reaching in to put the seatbelt on me. “I got it,” I snap, putting my hand on his arm. I fucking hate when he does the child thing.

Duke doesn’t say anything, just turns around to the two men who I hadn't noticed, letting me finish buckling myself. One is holding a big pastry box, and the other is holding two drinks. Duke takes the items from them, putting the box in my lap first, and then the iced drink into my hand. “I didn’t know we had security today,” I grumble. They slide into the back seat silently and I shift a bit.

Not that I mind it, I just know that the surprise will be public. “Where we’re going, we’ll need it,” he tells me before shutting the door.

As he jogs around to his side of the truck, I take a sip of the brown liquid, throwing my head back to moan as the drink washes down my throat. Bringing the cup up to my face, I look at the label that’s on the side. An iced vanilla latte with almond milk. One thing I love about Duke is that he always gets my coffee order correct. I smile and continue to sip.

Duke slides into the driver's seat, putting his drink in the cup holder. “You haven’t had your coffee, so I won’t spank you for that little attitude just a second ago.” He smirks at me and starts the truck.

Fuck. I am so fucked. I want nothing more than to straddle him right now and say fuck the surprise. But, there are two security guards in the back seat effectively stopping me from having any extra fun.

I look down at the box, noticing a giant donut with pink icing and lots of sprinkles. 

“That’s your hint, baby. You’ll probably get it before I even drive off.” He smirks again, shifting the truck into drive.

I gasp in realization: warm weather, huge pink donut you can only get at one place, lots of walking…

“You are not taking me to Universal Studios for the surprise.” I whip my head over to him, eyes going wide and excitement bubbling beneath the surface. I feel like my ability to function has left this vehicle.

Duke turns at me and grins, leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheek. “You’re damn right I am, baby. Now, eat your donut.” He puts his free hand around the back of my neck, and I feel my body melting into him. 

The biggest grin takes over my face as he starts driving. This is going to be the best surprise ever.

duke

My girlfriend is practically hyperventilating as I pull the car into the parking lot at Universal Studios. I turn to look at her, and she’s squirming and squealing in her seat. 

“Do we need to go through the five senses again, baby? Or are you good?” I inquire, fearing that I’ve completely jump-started her heart. Whenever she gets like this, we use the grounding technique so she can calm herself down.

She whips her head in my direction with the cutest smile on her face. “I’m good, baby. I’m just really excited.” She leans over the console to kiss me, and I know I’m going to be spoiling her for the rest of our lives.

She reaches down to undo her belt and I pull the handle, stepping out of the car. As soon as I open her door, I notice she’s looking over my shoulder. She’s seemingly weary of the two big men coming with us, so I lean in to speak into her ear. “They won't bother us, baby. They’re just here to make sure niggas don’t talk to you,” I reassure her before helping her slide out of the truck. 

She places her hand and mine and we begin walking towards the entrance. “It would be you they’re talking to and we both know it,” she says.

“I don’t know about that. They practically foam at the mouth every time you’re on a stream,” I tell her, lightly swinging our hands between us.

She scoffs, flipping her long her over her shoulder. “I think you’re forgetting about filming the vlogs. Women love being in that shit,” she complains.

I smirk and lead her over to the entrance–it took everything I had not to rent the park out for her today. “We’re not filming today. I’m focusin’ on you. And I love yo ass,” I try to reassure her jealous side.

She reaches her hand up and smushes my face together. “I love you too, Dukey,” she smiles before placing a quick kiss on my lips.

Once we get through security, I lace my fingers with hers again. “What do you wanna do first?” I place a kiss on her hand, feeling her shake with excitement.

She starts bouncing up and down, her breathing picking up once again. “Can we pretty please do Harry Potter stuff first?? Everything else if we have time. I really wanna come back for the light show! Oooo! Der, can we please go get Butterbeer and Lemon Sherbets?? And then we can ride the Incredible Hulk roller coaster! PLEASE, Please, please, please-” She's speaking so fast that I end up kissing her to shut her up. I can't get in a word any other way. 

She moans in my mouth, and I grip her ass, pressing her front to me. She’s so fucking hot when she’s passionate.

My hands fly up onto her shoulder to stop her incessant bouncing. “Yeah. One thing at a time, though.” I exhale. Her brain moves a million miles per second, and it’s impressive she’s been able to keep all those thoughts in her head since we got into the car and she found out where we were going.

Our private guide ushers us to the cart which drives us straight through the New York and San Francisco attractions. When she spots the Knight Bus, she begins bouncing again in her seat. “Duke, Duke! Let’s talk to it!” She has a twinkle in her eye as she cheers at me. 

The cart stops and the security guards get off before us. I extend her hand for her to slide out and stand behind me. Although I have a hat and sunglasses on, if anyone notices us, I don’t want her to be bombarded.

She tugs on my arm and I look back at her bug-eyed face, chuckling at her excitement. “Alright, baby. You want me to record you?” Leaning down, I kiss her on the cheek.

The pupils in her hazel eyes dilate. “Yeah,” she chirps and I pull my phone out of my back pocket, getting it ready. 

I film her, amused by her excitement. Then, my girlfriend does something that shocks the absolute shit out of me. “Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of Diagon Alley?” she asks the park employees in a British accent. 

Holy shit, who knew British accents were this hot? I have got to remember that for later.

The shrunken head turns in her direction, and I zone out. “Right through that broken brick, little witch.” 

It’s been stream after stream. 24/7 content. I’m fucking tired and I just needed a fun day with her. I black out as she finishes the rest of her conversation with the conductor and shrunken head. 

My baby girl waves a hand in front of my face and brings me back. “Dukey, baby…” she calls, and I snap my eyes in her direction.

I breathe in to center myself before smirking down at her. “I’m here.” My hand moves to her neck. “Just thinking about how a ring would look on your finger the next time you wave your fucking hand in front of my face.”

She blushes, and looks down at the ground, kicking her feet. “Duke, you know I don’t believe in marriage…” She lets her words trail off as we continue to walk toward the brick wall.

No, I most certainly did not know that. I reach down to yank on her hand, stopping her dead in her tracks before she can take out her phone and start recording for social media. 

“What do you mean you don’t believe in marriage?” I press, raising my eyebrow. Fuck, we haven’t had this conversation yet. I just assumed.

She tugs my arm, urging me to keep walking, but my feet stay firmly planted. “I mean, I believe in a life partner. It’s just that I see marriage as more of a business contract,” she explains, refusing to make eye contact with me. “Like, if anything happened to me or you, we’d have a say in each other’s affairs.” Shrugging, she turns to walk towards the broken brick wall without me.

I jog to catch up with her, putting my hand on the small of her back. Okay, so she would marry me. “So when I ask you to marry me, you’ll say yes?” I grumble, unsure of what her response will be. She’s the one I want. I want her to be my life partner, my wife, or whatever she deems appropriate.

She giggles, spinning around to kiss me as we enter Diagon Alley. “Duke, I’d marry you if you ask me.” Her breathing picks up again as she turns around and takes in the attractions. “Duke… DUKEY! DUKEY!” she shrieks, slapping her hands on my arm. “It looks so real!!” She begins bouncing up and down again, grabbing my face to turn it in the direction she wants me to look in, smashing it until my lips are puckered. If I asked her to stop, I don’t think she would. 

I'm too lost in my thoughts anyway. I’m going to marry her and give her at least 5 children. I wanna show her off to the world as long as I live. 

She tugs on my arm, pulling me out of my trance and further into Diagon Alley. Suddenly, we’re stopped in our tracks by a younger group of boys. “Excuse me, are you Duke?” one of them asks.

I look at Y/N for permission and she smiles and nods. “What’s going on my boy,” I link my hands with each of theirs and shake up.

A woman steps forward behind them with her phone out, already recording. “They’re so nervous to meet you,” she says behind them and I assume she’s their mom.

I become uncomfortable finding out she’s already recording before asking. Lady you’re fucking grown, you should know better. Before I can fume at the bitch, my girlfriend puts her hand on the small of my back. “Oh, he’s nice. You wanna take a picture with him?” she asks the group.

They collectively sound off yes’s and she stands on her tip toes to talk to me. “Here let me get out the way,” she says, knowing the fans probably don’t want her in it.

But I don’t give a fuck. She’s with me and the world should know that. I want to show her off every moment I get. “No, I want you in it,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her into my side.

“Baby it’s okay. Trust me,” she murmurs, pushing off of me and standing next to the mother.

She snaps a couple of pictures of me and the guys in different poses before lowering her phone and showing off her odd smile. If it weren’t for the kids and my girlfriend, I would’ve put her in her place. “Thank you,” I hear one of the kids say.

I shake up with him one last time, ruffling his curly head. “You’re welcome, big dog. Nice to meet y’all,” I say. 

“Bye, Duke!” another screams and it warms my heart. This is why the fuck I do this shit.

My eyes wander up and catch with my girlfriends. She beckons me towards her and I trail behind her as she enters Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, and her eyes widen when she spots a purple pygmy puff. “Dukey, Dukey! I need it!” she squeals, jumping up and down. The security guard tries his hardest to keep up with her as she sprints across the room, picking it up and squeezing it in her arms.

I sigh and pull out my black Amex card, before grabbing her hand and slapping it down. “Get whatever you want, baby,” I mutter, closing her fingers around it.

Her jaw drops and she looks down at her hand, then back up to me. “You’re fucking with me,” she retorts, shoving her hand back in my direction with it open.

I close her hand again, and shove it back towards her, “I’m being for real. Whatever you want from here on out is on me.” 

She blushes at my words and I smirk, taking a step forward to kiss her soft lips. “I wanna spoil you, baby. I want you to be happy and enjoy yourself.” Hopefully, she just takes the damn card and stops arguing.

I spin her around and push her toward the cash register. She sets down the plushie and waits patiently for the cashier to finish ringing the item up. When the employee tells her where to put the card, she freezes as if the card will bite her. Cute. She feels bad for “taking” my money. She could ask me to buy her a private plot of land for her garden, and I’d have it done in seconds. 

I come up behind her, towering over her small frame, and help her push the card into the chip reader. When the pin prompt comes up, I don’t cover the code. What’s mine is hers–now and forever. The machine beeps, but she doesn’t move to grab the card. So I release her hand, leaning over until my lips touch her ear. “Pull it out, baby,” I whisper into her ear, and she shudders. 

Reaching to pull the card out, she silently smiles and thanks the cashier, before turning around and pushing both hands on my chest to pass me. I follow her out of the small gift shop into the street where she abruptly stops, whipping around and slamming the card onto my chest. I go to grab it when I notice her clenched jaw. 

“I know better than to talk back to you, Duke. But so help me god, if you do that again, I’ll piss in the store and make you clean it up,” she seethes, her face turning red.

Fuck, she’s hot when she’s pissed off. 

I throw my head back in laughter, sliding the card back into my wallet. Sage stomps her foot on the ground, grabbing my hand. “It’s not fucking funny, Dontavius,” she grumbles but pulls me into Quality Quidditch Supplies.

My eyes take a bit to adjust to the dark store. By the time they do, my girl is releasing my hand and going to grab a Slytherin backpack, whizzing around the store to grab more collectibles. I lean against the talking mirror for around 10 minutes before she comes up to me, sliding a heavy bag on my arm. Looking down, I see she’s grabbed a Slytherin tote bag and filled it with merchandise. 

“You said I could buy whatever I want,” she shrugs, turning around to try on a Slytherin robe. She’s correct, and she’s got me by the balls.

She struggles to shrug on the robe, so I cross the small distance to help her, pulling it on around her. I step aside and she looks in the mirror. “You look like a bright young witch.” The automated voice compliments her, and she jumps, startled.

A chuckle erupts from my chest as I bring my hand to her back, rubbing it to soothe her. “Not a fucking Gryffindor,” I tease, smiling at her, and bring her into my side. 

y/n

Three Wizard's Brews and some wand shopping later, I’m moaning while eating butterbeer ice cream. We’re waiting in line at King’s Cross Station with our Hogwarts robes on. I was proudly wearing my Slytherin ones. Meanwhile, I had to force Duke to buy a Gryffindor one and wear it just for me.

I scoop some of the ice cream up, holding the spoon to Duke’s lips. “Want some?” I ask with a childish grin on my face.

He leans down to take the spoon in his mouth, refusing to break the intense eye contact with me. I pull the spoon out of his mouth, and he swallows the ice cream. “It tastes sweet, just like you,” he murmurs in my ear, caressing my cheek with his hand. 

Hoping it stuffs the urge to whine down my throat, I shove the last spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. “Dontavius,” I finally let slip, shifting to lean on my left leg.

He forcefully grabs the back of my neck, and I look around at the other people standing in line, nervous that they’re going to see him dominating the shit out of me right now. Our bodyguards don’t seem to notice which is the least I can be grateful for.

“What did I say about whining, Y/N?” His voice is so deep that I swear I can feel the vibrations in my spine.

Standing on my tiptoes in an attempt to save myself some embarrassment, I whisper into his ear, “You said if I whine, you’ll bend me over and give me something to whine about.” I know Duke won’t let up on my neck until I say the words.

He quietly groans, and releases his hold on me, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “I’m proud of you. You’re learning. Don’t do that shit,” He speaks so sternly that I know it’s not a threat–it’s a promise.

Shit, Shit, Shit. I’m so intoxicated by him right now.  

His hand comes up to rest on the small of my back, ushering me forward in the line. I look down at the ice cream cup noticing it's crushed. Duke notices too, and takes the cup from my hands, tossing it perfectly into the trash can a couple feet away. He brings my finger up to his lips and slowly wraps his tongue around it, making me quietly moan. I never considered someone could have me weak in the knees, fully clothed at that. But here we are.

We make it to the front of the line and I lace my hand in Duke’s again, pulling him into the train. I go to Cabin F, where a group of teenagers sit inside, and walk in to see there’s only room for one of us to sit. Turning around, I hear the girls giggling behind me when Duke bends down to get through the door. 

I put my hands on his chest, lightly pushing him. “Turn around, there’s no more room.” 

Duke turns to slide the door to the cabin shut, shutting the guards out right behind the door. He sits down in the space before looking up at me with dark eyes. He sets the bag on the ground between his legs and pats his lap. “Looks like enough room to me, Y/N,” he declares, shrugging like it’s no big deal. He used my government name, which means ‘sit the fuck down.’ 

I turn to bunch up the robe in the back and grab my wand out of my pocket. As soon as I have it in my hands, Duke grabs my waist, pulling me forcefully down into his lap. He peppers kisses on my neck and it's definitely not helping with the intensity of haze in my brain.

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Y/N’s screams on the drop of the roller coaster put me on edge. 

“Again, Dukey!” I turn to her and see that she's currently having the best adrenaline rush of her life. 

She’s now five wizard brews in, and this is the third time we’ve been on The Incredible Hulk Coaster. She kicks and swings her legs, grinning at me, waiting for the ride to come to a stop. I look at my watch, seeing it’s well past 8:30. Earlier, she said that she wanted to watch the light show on Hogwarts Castle in Hogsmeade, so that means we should start heading over there now. 

“Baby, you don’t wanna go back to Hogsmeade and watch the light show?” I all but beg, hoping this will get her, and me, off of this bitch ass rollercoaster. 

My girlfriend continues squirming in her seat until the ride stops. “Ooo, Ooo. Yeah, let’s go back,” she exclaims as the attendant lets us out. 

I get out first, turn to her, and lift her out of the safety seat. I set her down on the platform and grab her hand. The security guards keep some distance between us as we walk in silence for a little while, swinging our arms in between us. She spent the day experiencing everything this park had to offer. She’s had an endless amount of food, which I’m proud of her for. I’ve never seen her eat this much, and that eases my anxiety to know that she has a strong appetite.

She suddenly starts dragging her feet, walking slower than before. “I don’t wanna leave. And I’m tired, Dukey.” Her voice is so quiet that I barely hear her.

I stop walking, turning to stand in front of her. “You want a piggyback ride?” 

She yawns, nodding. 

Turning around to squat, she climbs onto my back. Once she’s secured, I continue the walk across the park to Hogsmeade. Her body goes somewhat limp, her head resting on my shoulder, and I know she's about to knock out. So, I walk into one of the shops and begin grabbing the souvenirs I know she wants. 

When I get up to the counter, I shift and pull my wallet out of my front pocket. “Is she sleeping?” I ask the guard at the register, just to be sure. Y/N is so quiet and her breathing is so steady, so I assume she is, but I don’t turn back to look.

The cashier accepts the cash I give him, typing the amount into the register. “Yeah, she’s knocked out,” He chuckles, looking back and forth between her and me.

The cashier hands the guard a plastic bag with the receipt in it. “Sometimes she acts like the fucking energizer bunny in human form. But the energy eventually runs out,” I remark, tucking my wallet back into the front of my jeans. 

“I feel you,” he snickers in response before we turn around to walk back out onto the cobblestone. 

When I get in front of the castle with a good view, I tap my girl’s thigh. She stirs before burying her head further into my neck, groaning. 

“Wake up, baby. It’s time to watch the light show,” I say melodically, trying to coax her out of her sleep.

She jerks on my back, tugging on my robe, signaling that she wants to be let down. “Thank you, Dukey,” she murmurs while sliding down my back. 

Y/N comes around to stand in front of me, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. Then, she turns back around and leans back with her head on my chest, turning her attention to the show. Her eyes are wide as she watches the lights dance on the castle, amazed. She's watching the lights, but my eyes are completely on her, drinking in her beauty. 

When it's over, she turns back around and stands on her tiptoes to lace her hands behind my neck. "Dontavius Tony Dennis. Thank you for the perfect day." She kisses me sweet and deep, and I can taste the butterbeer on her tongue.

Anything for you, Y/N. Anything.

[yallthemwitches]

The Gift

“It would be really sexy you know—you and me all greasy, getting the bike fixed up in the hot sun. Maybe we could take a break down by the pond? I can wash you off with my—” “Are you serious? You think you are going to seduce me into helping you?” She feels him wiggle his hips against her. “Is it working?”

A short, silly one (with the triumphant return of Euphemia!) for @jilytoberfest Day 23: Indulging in Hobbies.

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“Oh my gods.”

“Darling, please don’t be angry.”

“Oh my GODS.”

“Look I promise we will make it safe—wear a hamlet or whatever they are called—we just need a little help is all.”

Lily whips around, her boyfriend shrinking away from her as she glares at him.

“What does Remus say about this?” She demands, mouth fixed in a straight line.

“He says to ask you.”

It sounds like Remus: deflecting to get out of complete lunacy. She honestly can’t even be mad at him for it.

“No. I’m not doing it.”

James takes a step forward, eyes round like globes under his glasses, pouting with a jutted lower lip.

“Please baby. You’re the smartest witch I know and—”

“Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, Potter.”

She looks back at the motorbike. The sleek finish glints in the summer light. She isn’t too keen on cars in general, but she knows a solid make and model when she sees one. 

“What do you plan on even doing with this thing? Can’t you just apparate?”

James sighs and shakes his head like he would re-explaining a simple charm to a first year.

“It’s a gift for Sirius—ever since we watched Easy Rider he’s been itching for one.”

So it’s her fault. At the time it had been cute how Sirius’ eyes turned wide like a child watching Dennis Hopper hallucinate his way through America, but now she hopes the motorcycle is the only takeaway the boys had globbed on to. She makes a mental note: Don’t show them movies with remotely bad ideas.

James sneaks up on her while she is lost in thought, grabbing around her stomach and pulling her against him. His lips are at her ear, grazing gently against the crest. 

“It would be really sexy you know—you and me all greasy, getting the bike all fixed up in the hot sun. Maybe we could take a break down by the pond? I can wash you off with my—”

“Are you serious? You think you are going to seduce me into helping you?”

She feels him wiggle his hips against her. “Is it working?”

She pushes him off. Taking one last wary look at the bike before trudging up the lane towards the Potter Mansion, James following at her heels.

“Lily, wait—how about we talk about this, you know, outside and away from the house.”

Lily reads between the lines: his parents don’t know.

She walks through the front door and into the brightly lit sitting room. The large bay windows shine down on various exotic plants lining the bookshelves around where Euphemia sits, flipping through a muggle manuscript while a quill scratches various notes on a pad next to her.

“Oh Lily dear, James said you might drop by,” Euphemia stands, ruffling her long, unruly black hair that curtains her face like a thunder cloud. “Glad he is letting you see more of the house than just his bedroom for once.”

She makes a taunting side-eye at her son who is now sporting rosy cheekbones. 

“Lovely to see you Mrs. Potter.”

“--Please, Ephie, dear,” Euphemia tuts.

“..Right, sorry. Uhm–” Lily cuts herself off. With the momentum of her annoyance now gone, she begins to have second thoughts on narcing on her boyfriend, feeling a little too much like a child tattling on the playground. But Euphamia is no novice, lifting an eyebrow she jumps her gaze between the couple in mild interest. 

“Oh good. So what did he do this time, hm?” Euphemia sits back down, grabbing a glass of red liquid off the shelf and taking a sip. “You know, I’m very happy to have another voice of reason around this household—poor Remus was needing a holiday.”

Lily glances back at a frowning James, tilting her head in concession. 

“Well, I don’t know how but James got hold of a muggle motorbike–”

Euphemia doesn’t look up from her book, flipping a page. “Motorbike? Like motorcycle?”

“Yes, it's the same thing actually.”

“Yes dear, I know—that doesn’t happen to be the motorcycle the ministry had me confiscate from that American bloke with the sex cult does it, James?”

Lily whips her head around. Fear has been replaced on James’ features with something else, something more knowing and wile. Oh my god he’s going to get away with this. 

“Er, if I’m not mistaken he was a sex magic leader not cultist—but yes, I thought I could charm it to fly as a gift for Sirius.”

His mother looks up at him, lips pursed in amusement. It’s a look that Lily is still getting used to seeing on someone else’s features. It’s nearly identical to James’ when he is plotting something. 

“Ah, how exciting. Parsons would have loved that for his beloved bike—Merlin rest his soul—bet I have his partner’s contact information around here...she’s absolutely raging mad you know, but would get a kick out of hearing the bike is getting a magical use…”

Lily stares slack jawed as Euphemia starts rummaging through her desk drawer, pulling out a contact card holder and having it flip on its own. 

“Wait, I’m sorry, you can’t be serious.” LIly sputters out, trying to ignore the smug look now plastered to her boyfriend’s face. 

“Oh no, don’t worry. Marjorie might be a muggle but she’s been in the know for decades—even rumored to have shagged Hector Fawley when he was Minister…absolutely wild what politicians can get away with—”

Lily is at a loss for words. With Euphemia now deep in her own rabbit hole, she turns back to James, finding him triumphant if not glowing. 

“I don’t know what I expected—your whole lot is absolutely mad,” she mutters. James barks out a laugh and pulls her into an embrace, dusting his fingers under her ribs for good measure. 

“See what you get to look forward to if we get married?”

Lily groans into his shirt. “The key word being if.”

“Take it back.” James leans in and kisses her temple, then tilts her head up to continue down her cheek until he reaches her lips, making the presence of his mum feel hazy and distant.

“Oh, Lily dear,” Euphemia pulls them both back like a sudden snap of a band, “Before my son gets too ahead of himself with teenage lust, would you be a dear and double check his charm work on the bike when he’s done? Magical or not, those things are dangerous little buggers—”

[deeism]

it fascinates me how fundamentally similar dennis' relationship with mac is to his relationship with dee. not necessarily how mac and dee respectively view him, but the ways that he views both of them are so incredibly similar to each other it's kind of insane. it all comes down to dennis needing to be needed and being afraid to relinquish his grip on two people that, at one point or another, have come to terms with the fact that they might be better without him (or at least without him as a centerpoint in their life). there are a lot of examples of this but the one that sticks out to me the most is the direct parallels between FVR & the gang broke dee. for example:

in the gang broke dee, dennis can't stand to see his sister succeeding without him, so he tries to pair her up with a man to settle down with. in his words, this is in order to "take [her] off of our hands forever." his clearer-than-day reason for doing this is less about actually removing dee from his life (however much he pretends to idealise this) and more about keeping her under his control. he's forcing her into a decision that he approves of rather than doing what she wants—thus taking back an independence that dennis tries his best to hold over her head. he insults her attempts at pursuing her dream career—not because he can't stand to see her succeed, but because he can't bear the idea of her succeeding without him. and this is a common theme throughout the show—dee's success is reliant on her joint success with dennis (which is something i have a lot to say about by itself, but that's for another day). her independence inevitably results in ridicule and failure, often because of dennis' manipulation. he tries his best to keep her reliant on him and convinces her she doesn't have anything without him, because he doesn't know what he would do if she realized he's only her brother. this is pretty obvious throughout the show if not explicitly stated—and, formulaically, dennis usually wins whatever mind game they're playing with one another.

but in TGBD, he loses. in his attempts to make her stay he only pushes her away from him further and inevitably ends up groveling at her feet. we don't see this specific sort of desperation from dennis a lot, but when dee is getting on the plane, he genuinely admits that he was wrong and that he loves her. he knows he's about to lose her and he has to compensate for it. it's a rare moment of vulnerability for him.

all that said, when it comes to dennis, it's impossible to extricate the genuine from the manipulative. he's such an untrustworthy person that he's almost manipulating dee without trying to despite the truth in his words. when he tells her "you can succeed, you will be a star" he isn't lying, necessarily, but the rest of his confession says it all: "you have to take me." the unspoken goes: you can succeed, as long as i'm there. you can follow your dreams, but you can't catch them without me. and because he can't just admit to needing her, this is what he resorts to instead. the truth is that dennis needs dee in his life so badly that he would practically have nothing without her, but the most obvious way that this manifests is that he needs to be needed by her. to be relied on, in dennis' understanding, is to be loved.

that was very long and convoluted but unfortunately i'm not done. i feel like dennis' relationship to mac in frank vs. russia is less explicitly spelled out for us than in TGBD, but there are a shit ton of similarities between the two. to begin with, it's pretty well established by like s15-16 that mac's crush on dennis has died down, and in FVR he's actively moved on and is dating other people. dennis should, supposedly, be fine with this, based on how he's previously reacted to mac's romantic advances. he was uncomfortable with mac even touching him for a while, and mac continued to violate that boundary—it would make sense for dennis to be pleased that he's moved on. except that he obviously isn't. when it's finally revealed that dennis is johnny, he says he's only doing it to get mac out of the apartment, but this is an almost embarrassingly seethrough lie because. dude. there are other ways to get your roommate to leave the house than sexually manipulating him via remote controlled anal beads.

johnny is a mask dennis wears in order to keep mac directly in his orbit—to prevent him from moving on and finding love with someone else. dennis may not be ready to address the fact that he has any kind of feelings for mac that aren't anger and hatred—at least, not as himself—but that doesn't stop him from manipulating mac into staying in love with him. not only this, but johnny allows dennis to be vulnerable through text in ways he can't possibly be on the regular; he's afraid to be. we've never seen johnny and mac's texts but there was obviously a level of intimacy there that mac and dennis have never properly shared. through johnny, dennis is able to confront how he feels about mac without actually having to address it as the truth. once again, his manipulation and genuineness are inextricable from each other. it's impossible to tell where the love begins. sound familiar?

that's what it all comes down to. dennis treats the people he loves the most in all of the same ways: he tries to control them. when he has them, he pushes them away, towards other people, but when they actually relent he panics and tries to reel them back in. he idealises a life without them but in reality he'd probably crumble. so he attempts to prevent them from finding other relationships or any viable options apart from staying with him. it's textbook abuse and manipulation, obviously; something being "out of love" doesn't mean that it's good or even justifiable in any way. but it does come from a genuine fear of being rejected by dee and mac—the two people he is actually afraid of losing. dennis is too afraid to treat them with kindness because that would mean opening up his heart and running the risk of getting hurt, but he's afraid to let them go because without them, what does he have? the only option in his mind is cruelty. it's a strange kind of symbiotic relationship, this weird mix of mutualism and parasitism, where clinging on is the only option.

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Hen and Bobby exchange a look.

“I have to ask,” Bobby says.

“She hasn’t been bitten. She isn’t infected.” Athena insists. “Not like that.”

“Like what, then?” Hen asks.

Athena’s mouth tightens. “She was scratched, but-”

“Athena,” Hen gasps.

Bobby looks crestfallen.

Buck feels sick to his stomach.

“She’s not infected, Hen!” Athena insists. “It’s been over forty-eight hours. She has different symptoms. She’s not turning to anything! She’s in the car with Harry right now. I wouldn’t leave them together if I thought she would hurt him!”

Hen looks at Denny. “Baby, go back inside with your mom. Stay in there and don’t come back out.”

Denny looks disappointed. “But-”

“Go. Now.”

Denny sighs, but turns and runs back towards the library. Buck is relieved to see him go. He shouldn’t be around this. This might go a bad way.

“Please, take a look at her, Hen. My baby girl. Please try to help her.” Athena begs. “I’ve done everything I know how.”

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Christopher pulls away from him.

“Can I see your fangs?” He asks.

“I don’t have fangs,” Eddie protests, slightly affronted.

“Let me see!” Chris complains. “You said anything I needed.”

“And you need to see my teeth?”

“Yes!”

Eddie sighs.

“Alright.”

He opens his mouth wide enough for Christopher’s inspection. The most interesting thing he fears Chris will find is coffee breath.

Chris, determined to find something, pushes up Eddie’s top lip with one finger and inspects his top teeth. His eyes scan the slightly more pronounced canine teeth.

“They’re just kind of big,” Chris decides.

“I’m not Dracula, Chris.”

“Do they get pointier?”

“Only when… Well, when I’m not really in control of myself.”

“Oh,” Chris says.

He lifts a finger to poke at Eddie’s left canine. Eddie flinches away.

“Sorry,” Chris mumbles, blushing. He retracts both hands from Eddie like he’s been bitten.

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie shakes his head. “I just… It scares me.”

“Having your teeth touched?” Chris asks.

“No. The thought of hurting you.”

“Oh.”

Chris pauses for a moment.

“I know you’d never hurt me on purpose, Dad.”

Eddie knows he’s talking about more than just the points of his teeth. He could weep.

He loops an arm around Chris and draws him close again.

“I love you more than anything in the world.” He tells Christopher.

“I love you, too, Dad.”

💧💧💧

When Eddie and Chris emerge from Christopher’s bedroom, things do seem to be lighter between them. Buck feels the palpable relief in the air.

He makes everyone a late lunch/early dinner type meal that they all sit and eat together. Chris batters Eddie with vampire-related nutrition questions. To his credit, Eddie answers them all and doesn’t seem uncomfortable. It seems that he meant what he said to Chris. He is as forthcoming as possible.

“Can we all play a board game?” Chris asks halfway through dinner.

Buck knows Chris has gotten super into board games while he was in Texas. It’s a hobby of Adriana’s, apparently. She’s a bit of a collector. Even before Sophia left, Adriana was buying Chris her favorite games and teaching him. Something to fill the lonely spaces of time Chris was subjected to.

Eddie, who doesn’t have this information, but who knows his little sister, looks almost startled when Chris asks. Buck gets it. Before, he’d have asked for video games. Time and proximity leave their marks. And maybe just being around Sophia has also made him miss Adriana.

“I’m down,” Buck says quickly. “But you’ll have to teach me. I’m better with cards.”

“Me too.” Eddie says. “We still have Boggle, I think? And Monopoly?”

Sophia nods and smiles tightly. “I’d love that Chris.”

Buck can feel the way she misses her sister radiating from her.

“Definitely not Monopoly,” Chris wrinkles his nose. “Tia Adriana got me Ticket to Ride. That’s pretty fun. Can we play that? You build train routes.

Thrilling?

“Absolutely,” Eddie says.

Chris gets up and disappears towards his room to grab the game. Buck clears the table and puts dishes in the sink. They can worry about properly cleaning later. There are more important matters to attend to right now.

“He seems good,” Sophia says, squeezing Eddie’s arm. “Better than I expected, based on when I left.”

Eddie nods. “We’re going to get through it.”

Buck smiles warmly at him.

“You are,” he agrees.

Eddie’s brows furrow. “We are.”

Oh. Oh, good.

“We are,” Buck repeats in affirmation.

“Christ, just marry him already, Eddie.” Sophia rolls her eyes.

Buck goes beet red. “Hey, now. Soph-”

“I think applying for a marriage certificate might complicate things for all of us, legally,” Eddie replies, unphased. “I was told to lie low.”

“Well, quit being disgusting or your child will pick up on it,” Sophia cautions.

Eddie and Buck look at each other, uncertain. How do they explain that to him? Will he be unhappy? After all this time listening to Buck talk about his commitment to finding Eddie, has he suspected how Buck feels about his father?

“Pick up on what?” Chris asks, stepping into the kitchen with the big board game box in his hands.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Buck is frozen.

But Eddie is still as forthcoming as he promised to be.

“Your aunt is making a joke about how all the time apart from each other, uh, made Buck and I finally confront how we actually feel about one another. Does that make sense?”

Chris blinks, processing. “You’re in love with each other?”

Oh boy. They haven’t actually talked about this yet. The answer is fairly obvious but Buck might have preferred to say it without an audience.

Eddie looks at Buck and smiles softly.

“Well, I love Buck,” Eddie says.

Buck watches to see how Christopher takes this, but he doesn’t react. He and Eddie both look expectantly at Buck. Sophia snorts, amused.

[chaitantei-ao3]

5

The man sips the last dregs of his beer, looking around. “’s not half bad a place.” Dennis watches his reflection through the glass, “Seen it many times on my way to work, thought it always closed-”

“Well that’s a long story...uh-”

“Roy.”

“Roy.” Dennis says, “But I can assure you it will be dealt with.” Dennis clears his throat, “Paddy’s Pub is fully open, seven days a week. Night and day.” He taps the spot beside Roy’s nearly empty glass and watches him nod. “Tell your friends.”

Dennis picks up the glass, turning to the filling station sticking the glass under it, the liquid sloshes to the brim, a sparkling amber under the broken light beaming on his face. Dennis feels Roy’s eyes idly follow his movements. When he turns to place the glass on the counter, Roy’s gaze trails down, lingering on his hips. Ah . Dennis thinks. Then: Oh well. Then: Obviously.

Roy’s gaze settles on the counter as he scratches a finger on his chin, tapping his foot. Dennis pretends to concentrate on the task at hand and lets Roy’s eyes wander. Looking from under his lashes, he places the glass letting Roy’s fingers brush across his. “So how was your day?”

“It was… alright.” Roy’s throat bobs. “You know…nothing special.”

Dennis puts a hand on his chest delicately, eyeing him with practiced ease, laying it on extra thick. “Nothing special? And here I thought- oh well.” Roy swallows, “Tell me at least the beer’s good.”

Roy nods, “Very good.” He holds up the mug in his hands.

“Yeah? Enjoying yourself?”

Roy nods, holding his gaze.

“Well…for someone who’s enjoying this thing.” Dennis says, tilting to the side. But who was he kidding, he didn’t have a good side. It was all good. Top to bottom. “You sure are holding back.” Dennis taps the rim of the mug and watches Roy hastily gulp half the glass, the foam dripping down to his beard.

Roy pushes the glass back and Dennis takes it up to the station humming and returns with another glass. “I sure do like-” He winces internally, hearing the ridiculously fawning way he sounds, “-a man who can drink. Really drink. You know what I mean?” Dennis pours a glass of scotch on ice and winks at him.

Well, the second part was true, Dennis thinks, eyeing the empty counter, his mind briefly flashing back to the way Frank said written off . That goddamn giant idiot.What did he know? Good he isn’t here cause Dennis is the one in charge now. Like he should have been all along.

And now that the idiots are not in his way, he is soon going to make Paddy’s Pub the greatest in all of Philadelphia. The States. No, Dennis shakes his head. The greatest place in the whole goddamn world . And well, if that’s taking time, it’s just because simpletons never even dared to have a Caesarion dream much like his.

Roy smoothly downs the glass and Dennis plucks it from his hands making sure to give an appreciative glance afterwards. The process goes on three more times with Dennis throwing in a choice few compliments, smiling at him every time he poured the scotch and nodding sympathetically as he talked about his thankless job of construction.

A bartender like Dennis Reynolds listening to your woes at the end of the day? You better count your lucky stars. By the end of it, Dennis can see the seeds of success planted in there. They could have long bloomed, if not for the completely self-defeating actions of the rest of the gang.

It was really a surprise that Paddy’s wasn’t on the map already. But that shouldn’t be the case any longer. Really. Dennis pockets the sizable tip, casting one final glance at him and sees Roy’s fingers dip into his wallet for another crisp note.

“See you tomorrow. I’ll save one for you.” Dennis says, knocking his knuckles on the table sideways. It didn’t matter who the object of his attention was, Dennis had noticed that a little extra at the right time went a long way. Men, women, everyone really were suckers to it. Suckers to this, Dennis thinks. Why wouldn’t they be? To look at this face and feel as if they were the ones responsible for that deep stare directed at them, hell the moment Roy left the bar he wouldn’t rest easy till he came back tomorrow.

Scratching his chin, Roy takes a breath and tries standing then loses his balance. Dennis grips his shoulder, “You okay?”

Ernie from behind, fermenting in his 6th glass raises it and tumbles backwards. Dennis sighs, one of the long term issues running a bar. Sales often turned into a hassle and brought with it their own share of unanticipated problems. He’ll have to check on that too, hopefully the guy has the good sense to drop dead in his own apartment. “Been a while since I-” Roy slurs, his eyes glassy. “Much.”

Dennis eyes the almost empty glass of bottle, “Sure? You look like you can have one more.”

“I’m…good” Roy murmurs sleepily, he pats his pockets and takes out his phone.

“Hey.” Roy slurs. “Yeah, no. I’m at- well There’s a…bar down the street and-” Roy pauses, and gives him a smile. “Yeah…fine. Go home.”

Seeing the fish’s shadow lurking just below the waters, Dennis takes his chance. “Bring your friends next time.”

Roy nods, his gaze trailing down and flicking back to look at him. Dennis feels Roy lean towards him an inch, his breath warm on Dennis’s face. “Sure… We could drop in after work.”

That was easy. Dennis thinks, And that’s how you get yourself a regular… and a bunch of new customers who would bring in even more customers. Multiplying that number thousandfold. Soon enough Paddy’s will be the hottest bar around. And it will all be because of me.

“Good, you guys come here.” Dennis wipes his hand off the bar towel and picks the glass, “And forget about that job being a pain in the ass.”

Roy barks out a laugh.

“Construction’s a pain in the ass, sure. But you get to…well build things. And I love doing that.”

“That’s…nice.” Dennis says, having nothing else to say, meeting Roy’s gaze which is surprisingly clear.

“This is a…good place you have.”

“Well- um. I like… to think that we also build. A different sorts- of well you could say we try to build human connections here.”

“Oh, that’s-” Roy says, “A very good point. You must be proud of this place.” Dennis catches himself smiling and his hand rests easy on the counter, accidentally grazing Roy’s. “I didn’t catch your…name.” Roy runs a finger along the curve of his hand.

“Dennis Reynolds!” A high nasally voice echoes sharply in his head, “What did I tell you about returning books late? Go and lean on the desk. Now.”

Dennis watches Roy press his thumb on his palm and Dennis feels a tremor in the depth of his core, a sudden urge to pull away and throw up.

“Sir, excuse me!” Dennis hears a screech.

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I’m sharing seven several sentences from chapter 5 of “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

I’m so excited about Chapter 5 for several reasons but mainly because Buck and Eddie finally face their toxic parents so they can talk about things they’ve been avoiding, i.e., Helena’s impulsive need to control her children and the rest of the secret the Buckleys have been hiding about Buck’s conception.

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Here are two snippets from chapter 5 since Eddie’s still in El Paso and Buck surprises his parents after he arrives in Hershey.

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Eddie argues with Helena

Helena looks down then back up at him. “Maria told us the fire captain who went to Dennis and Patricia’s house offered you a job here in El Paso so why don’t you just accept it and move back home? I can help you with Christopher’s care and you wouldn’t have to travel all the way from Los Angeles every time I want to see you.”

Eddie huffs and furrows his brow.  “Mom, there’s a lot of I’s in what you just said and you want me to move back home.  We don’t live here anymore…  our lives are in L.A.”

Eddie hadn’t realized it until he said the words out loud that his and Chris’ home is not in El Paso anymore but he’s so frustrated with his mom trying to control him that he pushes the words down in a box so he can deal with them later.

Helena scowls at him but he’s undeterred.

Eddie frowns at the look she gives him then in a low voice he asks, “Why are you always trying to control me?”

She snaps back, “When have I ever tried to control you?”

“Well… let’s see… you tried to take my son from me before I moved to L.A. You’re constantly making negative and rude comments in front of everyone about what you think Chris can and can’t do and you make him feel like a baby. He asked me why you always do that and I tried to explain it but the truth is you did the same thing to me when I was growing up.”

She shakes her head no and exasperatedly responds, “When did I… I never did that Eddie, that’s not true.”

“It is true because you had something negative to say about everything I did and every choice I made.  You were never satisfied unless I did what you wanted me to do.  You belittled Chris’ mother and you’re still doing it but she’s been dead for more than five years.”

Buck’s parents finally tell him the truth

“We had to try Evan; I mean we loved Daniel even though he was…” Phillip trails off, shakes his head then continues. “We couldn’t just sit around and let him die.  Now that you know the whole truth, me saying it again won’t change anything but Daniel was our son.”

A horrifying laugh escapes Buck’s lips and it surprises not only his parents but it surprises him too since it sounds terrifyingly scary.

“Well… I’m your son too but you never tried to save me not even once!”

Margaret and Phillip gasp.

Buck keeps looking at them and he doesn’t look away when he says, “A few months ago, you watched me while I was in a coma for days and I almost died… and you’ve known about this my whole life but you didn’t tell me… why?”  He shakes his head in disbelief.

When they don’t respond he says, “Mom, I guess your actions explain everything you’ve ever said to me and about me.”

“Evan, what do you… I mean how so?”  Margaret asks.

All the memories from his childhood come flooding back and he continues.

“You mean you don’t remember… because I do.  You despised me when I was growing up but now… I—I finally know why.  You never wanted me in the first place and the reason has always been because of your secret, am I right?”

He can see his mother visibly swallow but he’s undeterred and he keeps talking.

“You literally hated me and that’s why you told dad when I was five years old after I fell off Daniel’s bike, “We live with a reminder every day!”  I remember it and now I know that I’m a reminder of what you did and you can’t stand to look at me!”

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Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Will be posted soon.

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I’m enjoying writing this fic because it’s giving me the chance to unravel the mess that was the 6x18 ending for Buck, Eddie and Chris.  Also, it’s taking them places the show refuses to go including Buck driving to Hershey, PA to face his parents and Eddie trying to decide if he should accept a job with the EPFD and relocated himself and Chris back to El Paso.

Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading

Read chapters 1, 2, 3 & 4 on AO3.

No pressure tagging: @shortsighted-owl​

[csainzsgirly]

so you know that pyramid of self fulfillment needs? dennis calling me pretty girl is pretty close to the top 😭

Feel that girly

Spending the winter with Dennis in Norway was the best way to catch up and have time together. You loved the privacy, the snow, the heat of the fireplace and being with him all the time. Dennis was sleeping this morning, and you had a craving of making some hot chocolate and to bake cookies. You were busy melting the chocolate and adding some milk to it, the cookies in the oven filling the house with a delicious smell. Dennis came into the kitchen not much later, his hands around your waist pulling you into him.

His head nuzzled in the nape of your neck, his stubble tickling your skin. “Good morning, pretty girl,” Dennis told you, his fingers disappearing under your shirt, his warm touch lingering on your skin. “You weren’t there when I woke up,” Dennis continues before you can say anything. “I felt like baking cookies,” you explain, reaching back to cup his cheek while he kisses yours. “I could smell that,” Dennis smiles, looking over your shoulder as you continue to stir the hot chocolate, his lips kissing your neck again.

You feel him pressing more against you, his erection pushed against your ass. His fingers slip under the elastic waistband of your thong, easily pushing them down your hips. “My pretty girl…” Dennis hums in your ear. “I need to be inside this pussy now,” his voice rasps, one of his hands reaching inside his sweats to pull his cock free. You turn down the stove, spreading your legs a little more, goosebumps rising upon your limbs as he fills you up, postponing the hot chocolate and cookies moment just a little bit.

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here friend to (belatedly) celebrate the success of our "zero expectations" attitude for 911 this week!! We got a lot of fussing over Buck and a whole Buddie scene on OG (honestly I would easily skip most 6x11 and go straight to this episode if I could) and some amazing backstory for Marjan and family moments over on LS. So yay to keeping our expectations in the ground!! I have nothing to expect for the next OG episode since every plot line seems kinda closed right now (I guess not the Denny stuff but its barely been around so 🤷‍♀️) so keeping that up when it returns seems easy enough (knowing KR I'm sure we'll get some promo eventually to sink them) but I'm actually looking forward to seeing a paramedic focused episode on LS (not that there's been much of a firefighting focus lately 🙄) so I should start tempering that.

Anyway, the main point right now is that its finally song time!! And look, I know we've done this one a LOT, but you cannot convince me that the Buddie of last episode was not the literal embodiment of Two. Its almost word for word perfection from "sweetheart, you look a little tired" to "calm waters if that serves you best". The way Eddie doesn't push, just gives the space he Buck needs and says what he needs to hear when he wants to hear it, and the little hints of their shared traumas and both want to "get around to fixing myself too", I couldn't resist, so enjoy!!

Hello my friend! I'm glad there's no episode today because between having my niece visiting and the head cold I have, there was no way this was getting done before tonight. 6x11 letting me down SO HARD in regards to Buddie/firefam focus and feels meant that 6x12 was so much sweeter when I was watching. (It still had some issues, one of which being that after telling us all about how Bobby and Buck are father and son we got nothing with Buck being worried or concerned about Bobby. I swear the pacing and planning is just all over the place with no consistency, but that's for another post.) I'm also confused about what we're doing for the rest of the season because everything but the Denny thing seems to be in a good place (I'm steadfastly refusing to think about the sperm donor thing because it's stupid and I hate it and IDK what the point even was if they weren't going to have Buck struggle at all. Still manifesting it's not his baby because I need this plot to GO AWAY and NEVER. COME. BACK.), but I know we have Ravi's return and some good Madney stuff to look forward to! Aside from the whole thing about L coming back (seriously, that more than anything else TANKED my excitement for the season. I hope they cut absolutely everything possible. Zero dialogue, just let her be present in the background and then fuck off forever), there looks to be some exciting stuff and the finale looks good! So it's a mixed bag. (I'm still not convinced that Buddie poker picture is real and not something that person did to show off some editing skills 🤷🏻‍♀️

For LS, oh man that was an EPISODE! I think I would mind less about them doing one-character focused episodes if they were more spread out so we got lots of everyone, every week and then once in awhile we got a "begins" type episode but I'm taking all the Marjan content where I can get it because we never get enough! And I'm excited to get back to the team responding to emergencies and tomorrow's episode looks really exciting on that front!

Okay, song time!! And look, it's not our fault Two is such a banger! It's just sooooo good! And if the show would quit robbing us of opportunities to do songs like Learning Curve and January White, we wouldn't be in this position, but here we are 🤷🏻‍♀️ So lets get to it!

sweet heart, you look a little tired. when did you last eat? come in and make yourself right at home- stay as long as you need. tell me, is something wrong? if something’s wrong you can count on me. you know i’ll take my heart clean apart, if it helps yours beat.

it’s okay if you can’t find the words, let me take your coat and this weight off of your shoulders.

Okay but YES this is EXACTLY the kitchen scene!! Eddie noticing Buck looks tired and welcoming him in, letting Buck make himself right at home, and not minding that it's already late and dark out. Then the whole "Am I allowed to ask how you are now?" because Eddie was going to give Buck space, but he is also desperate to know and to help and to be there for Buck like Buck was there for him after the shooting. AND THEN you have Buck bringing up the shooting and Eddie being willing to confront that memory, to take his own heart apart, to give Buck some peace of mind, and being willing to listen as Buck struggles to find the right words, and helping carry the weight for a bit so Buck can rest. I just... *screams into pillow* this whole first verse just...perfectly captures that whole scene. And there's something to parents often mis-typing as Twos because that's the state they revert to in times of stress and needing to protect their loved ones, and the Chris of it all being present in the food Eddie is making and Eddie taking that care and applying it to Buck too. Hold on a minute, I need to go cry about this scene again.

like a force to be reckoned with, a mighty ocean or a gentle kiss, i will love you with every single thing i have. like a tidal wave, i’ll make a mess. or calm waters if that serves you best. i will love you without any strings attached.

Ahhhhh, this is the 6x10/6x12 parallel just laid out in front of us too! When Buck was suspended in air, Eddie was a force to be reckoned with, fighting to get him up and when that failed, getting him down to safety, and forcing Buck's heart to beat until it could do so on it's own. When Buck spent the whole day hosting people and putting up a front that he's fine (because he doesn't want to be a burden), Eddie is the calm waters Buck retreats to where he can rest. Eddie sees what Buck needs and makes sure he's able to give what serves Buck best in the moment. And how "love me anyway" coded is "I will love you without any strings attached"?!

it’s okay if you can’t catch your breath, you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest.

Oh man, we were just missing a scene of Eddie giving Buck mouth-to-mouth and this would have fit PERFECTLY but they knew they would never recover from that 🤣 This also fits the shooting conversation scene (both this one and the one from season 5 at the stables but in reverse), where Eddie sees that Buck is struggling and pulls his memory of that horrible day from himself to give Buck a moment to breathe.

i know exactly how the rule goes: put my mask on first. no, i don’t want to talk about myself- tell me where it hurts. i just want to build you up, build you up ’til you’re good as new and maybe one day i will get around to fixing myself too.

Oof oof oof. I'm thinking about that little wrinkle in Eddie's brow after he says "you DIED, Buck" like he can't bare to think or talk about that moment. Which is fine because right now it's NOT about him and how he's feeling, he wants to get to the bottom of where Buck is hurting so he can help him feel better. I would LOVE if this comes back around later because Eddie has been doing so well, but I would strongly suspect something like this, especially with him being the one holding the rope, to throw him for a loop. I don't expect to see it, but it's what makes sense in the narrative.

i don’t even know where to start, already tired of trying to recall when it all fell apart. and i just want to love you, to love you, to love you well. i just want to learn how, to somehow, be loved myself.

This is just...the Buddie thesis statement. I want to love you well, I want to learn how to somehow be love myself. That's it! That's Buddie in a nutshell.

like a force to be reckoned with, a mighty ocean or a gentle kiss, i will love you without any strings attached. and what a privilege it is to love, a great honor to hold you up.

like a force to be reckoned with a mighty ocean or a gentle kiss, i will love you with every single thing i have like a tidal wave, i’ll make a mess. or calm waters if that serves you best. i will love you without any strings attached, i will love you without a single string attached.

While 6x12 made this chorus very much fitting for Eddie, it's also just so true of both of them like, all the time. They are always there to balance each other out, to give what the other is needing in the moment, whatever serves them best, and they love each other. Full stop. Without a single string attached, that love is there for the other's taking. Aaaaaaand now I'm crying again.

PERFECT choice this week with everything we got! Fingers crossed we can get at least one more song out of this season!

[dennistanner]

“Why? Cause of all those prejudices against you as a white woman?” Dennis snickered. She wasn’t exactly being gentle with him, so he felt as though he could get away with a little snark here and there. “So he is in prison…” Dennis smirked. He was having too much fun with their banter to quit, and as much as he wanted to make further comments, something was telling him that he’d pushed far enough, so he instead pressed his lips into a firm line and held in his laughter. “Well, since he went to prison, I guess he knew a thing or two about hiding stuff up there, right? Fingers crossed they only gave him a shallow cavity search.” 

“Oh please do, please.” He pleaded, pressing his palms together for added emphasis. “ This whole time I thought you’d never actually touch me. I’ll settle for hand holding since it’s a start.” He chuckled to himself as he led her away from prying eyes to the back of the store. He’d worked there once, but also known others who had, and thus knew their back end served as a warehouse of sorts where things were stored. No doubt things were a little better protected there, until they could be shifted to a more active location, but Dennis was such that some good stuff would be left out, and whatever else… Well, he wasn’t against a little breaking and entering. 

When she spoke, Dennis paused. For the first time since they’d begun speaking, she had thrown him off. He gave her a surprised and confused look as he listened in disbelief. “ Oh you know that, do you? From talking to me for twenty minutes, you deduced that I don’t have to work for it?” He scoffed. “ Who needs sweet when I can have bitter and sarcastic? I’m much more into women who tear me down.” He grinned, although this time, it was more genuine than smug.

“What makes you say that? Can’t I like both?” He paused, his head cocking to the side as he looked her up and down. She was hot, yes, but he wasn’t as shallow as she thought, and hearing it from her, Dennis felt a bit guilty. It seemed to be the first honest and genuine thing she’d said to him so far, and he wondered if he had hurt her feelings a bit by being too forward now. Still, he let a smile curl his lips as he held a leafy branch out of the way for her. “Well I was planning on asking, but then I decided I’d just call you mine.”

“I hate cops and mace.” She told him, recalling they shared the same sentiments. “I do have a knife on my person, somewhere around here.” She chided along, almost jokingly. “I keep it in my prison pocket. My last boyfriend taught me that before he went in.” Dylan said matter of factly and laughed, and for the first time without it being at the sake of his own misfortune.

She thought there might be some part of her that didn’t really mind his presence as much as before, even if he was already walking back into her not-so-good graces. His comments were undoubtedly intended to make her tick, but it was something she’d heard a million times before from men genuinely tainted in the head. It was probably the fact that she’d been elbows deep in a dumpster that gave him that impression. Being poked and prodded all day gave her experience with the medium of short bursts of anger. “Listen, you invited me.” She made a point to remind him. “Don’t make me hold your hand the whole way, too.”

Despite his notice that she was otherwise indifferent, Dylan was actually starting to get used to him. “Or dungeons and dragons.” She shuffled her hands into her pockets, feeling cold in her fingers despite the fact that her legs had all but thin black stockings on them. Finally, they turned the corner to their mystery destination. The storefront looked promising enough, security cameras scarce with lots of dead spots and an ample alleyway for misdeeds. Close behind him, a smile cracked on her face as they shuffled through the narrow space between buildings.

She scoffed then laughed, eyes rolling as she crossed her arms. “I can tell you don’t have to work for it anymore. You want me to be sweet even if we just met. I think you like lookin’ at me, but you don’t like me.” The tap of their feet on pavement slowed, bottles in her bag clinking against another. “You haven’t even asked for my name.” She sighed playfully, assessing their finds and what he’d brought her here to sift through.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wine and Dine

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

Tony being insistent and relentless.

Please let me know what you think <3

🍓🍓🍓

You’re uneasy as the car finally comes to a stop but you don’t recognise the area. You twist your tongue nervously and slide across the seat to look through the tinted windows. Tony tuts to stop you as the front door opens and shuts and the driver’s steps round the car. Your door swings out and you wince.

“Go on, sweetheart,” Tony gives you a gentle nudge.

This man leaves no room for doubt or arguments. Or you’re just weak. You couldn’t insist he take you home. That you’re too tired for dinner.

You push your feet out and stand. You glance up and down the store fronts, slightly confused. You don’t see a restaurant. He brushes against you as he steps out and you shift to get out of his way. He catches your arm confidently and urges you up the curb.

“Thanks, Denny,” he says to the driver as he points you down the walk.

You try to hide your concern as he leads you on. This is the last thing you expected to be doing tonight. Your whole shift, you’d been daydreaming about curling up in bed and watching old episodes of that 00s show.

You approach a story with dimly lit windows and you give a curious peek at the wares behind thick metal bars. Shining silver and gold, sparkling gems and gleaming pearls. It’s a jeweler. What?

He keys in the code and as the door lurches in, the siren begins to wail. He quickly jabs his fingers into a pad inside as you linger without and it quiets. He pokes his head back out and waves you in as he feels along the chest of his jacket. He answers his phone as you enter.

“Just me, Farhi,” he says before hanging up.

The space is already lit up, the artificial flicker of flameless candles around a table set before the glass counter. It couldn’t have been very long ago that it was arranged as a bucket of ice sits in the middle with a tall bottle of champagne. It'd be more romantic if you weren't entirely off kilter.

Tony sidles past you, not so shy as he crowds you, and shuts and locks the door.

“I know it’s no five star, sweetheart, but I had my personal chef take care of everything,” he puts his hand to your lower back and guides you further inside, “and for dessert, you can have any piece you like…” he waves to the small shelves and displays of jewelry, “I see you with diamonds but you know, you might just surprise me.

You're speechless as you can’t even fathom the cost of a single earring. You trip a little as you approach the table and he catches you before you can stumble. He brings you to face him, squeezing your arms as if to make sure you’re okay.

“All this for an iPad,” your tongue pokes out as your eyes search the space around him.

“No, all this for you, sweetheart,” his hand trails up your sleeve and tickles along your neck, drawing your gaze to meet his. He cradles your face as he smirks at you, “you’re not allergic to shellfish, are you?”

“Uh, no,” you answer dumbly with a clumsy blink.

“As much as I love to have my dessert before dinner, I will restrain,” his thumb runs over your cheekbone, “you look like you could use a drink.”

“Or two,” you scoff and he laughs.

“Or two,” he agrees as he slowly, reluctantly pulls his hand away.

His other hand stays on your arm as he directs you towards the table. He eases out the chair and you sit stiffly, letting out another uncertain exhale. He takes the champagne and peels away the golden wrap at the top, gripping the cork as he works at dislodging it.

“Hope you didn’t fill up on strawberries,” he intones as the cork pops.

[80s4life]

Little Dove*

Word Count: 3,949

Status: Not Requested!

A/N: Had a thought lol

Fandom: Karate Kid 1985

Relationship: John Kreese x Student!Female Reader

Summary: You had stayed around throughout all of his bullshit. Throughout the beginning of a forever-long battle with Daniel LaRusso, throughout losing all of his Cobra Kais, going through crippling debt, and now, more than ever, as he tries to put himself together. You’ve been there, the whole time. So why is it, that when a random man from his past appears, all of his problems are fixed without a glance your way? What does this Terry Silver have that you don’t (besides endless money and a history)? It’s unfair. It’s selfish. It’s Kreese.

Taglist: @intersellars-the-alien-of-human @snapessecretdiary

Warnings: smut, teasing, jealousy, age-gap paring, language, Terry being an overprotective cockblock, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight dubcon, daddy/little girl kink, degrading kink

Masterlist Karate Kid Masterlist

{not my gif, credits belong to @atmostories​}

I just love how innocent he looks here lol ^

Staring into the window of his office, you make no attempt in engaging in the conversation your peers were having, the people on the other side of the glass proving to be more interesting at the moment. Besides, it’s the same conversation over and over again, “Terry’s so great,” “The money,” “The brawn,” “The elegance,” you snort. All that Terry was anyway was trouble with enough money to pay off his stupidity. 

The other man, however, was different. He did not become as fortunate as his younger companion. He went through many hardships that Terry would simply never understand. The proof: you. You had been there, through thick and thin. You can still remember the fights, injuries, and brokenness of a man like a slideshow constantly playing in your head, haunting your dreams. You should’ve left a long time ago, but you didn’t. There were points in your life that made you consider dropping him and everything he was in contact with at one point. But, yet again, you never did. All you did was forgive and forget, most of the time without apologies.

But no matter how much you’ve tried, there was always one outlier that couldn’t be erased. 

Holding onto your brothers shoulder, you congratulate him on how well he’d done. He lost the tournament, but it was his heart that shined through it. Johnny was the one who handed LaRusso his trophy even as they were beating each other senseless moments ago. Pulling him in tightly, you whisper, “You did good, Blondie. We’ll get ‘em next year.” 

He smiles broadly at this, returning the favor, “You didn’t do too bad yourself, Tiny. Hell, maybe next year, you’ll be the one to beat his ass for me... That, or you’ll be the same height as him,” he ruffles your hair.

“Shut up!” you swat his hands playfully, shouldering his side, then making your way over to the man of the hour. “Congratulations,” you outstretch your hand, “You were tough to beat! I’ll get ya one day though!” you point to him smiling as Johnny pulls you out of the arena with him.

“Thanks...Oh, and I’ll hold you to it!” he yells back, lifting his trophy high above his head. You leave with a sly smirk and playful roll of the eyes, not bad LaRusso.

Walking outside, you smile at Kreese nervously, knowing that he wasn’t going to take the loss lightly. Ignoring you completely, he snatches your brother from your grasp within moments, pinning him the the nearest car in the parking lot. With Johnny under the weight of Kreese, you try to yank him off, no longer in fear of your actions but what could happen if you don’t act fast. Shoving you out of the way with a hard jab of his elbow to your eye, Kreese goes back to harming your brother, switching positions as he goes to tighten his arm around Johnny’s neck.

Tommy, fearing for his life, stands still, on the verge of passing out. Dutch goes to help you up, pulling you away from Kreese’s proximity, but not for long. Full of anger and disappointment, you tear you body away from Dutch’s, giving him a stern look that he acknowledges and respects, stepping back. You run towards Kreese once more, putting more force into your pushes and shoves. He catches your eyes for a moment, anger glazing over his own as he gets a good look at the utter helplessness and determination within your own. He doesn’t loosen up though, tightening his hold even more so as if to test you. 

Lunging once more, he blocks you from him and counters with a hard blow to your face. You fall again at Kreese’s feet, Johnny’s purpling face looking down at yours in fear and worry. As you go to make a final attempt, your prayers are answered, a man about your height grabbing Kreese’s fist in a vice grip. In a daze, Johnny is able to slip from his hold to the ground beneath him, falling into your outstretched arms as you lunge, again, to protect his head. Kreese, now turning his fury onto the short man, goes for a punch, missing and smashing the glass beside his target.

As the fight starts to get worse, Dutch gets a hold of Johnny, taking his weight off of yours and dragging him to safety. Jimmy and Bobby, going to help Dutch, leaves Tommy to help you up. Taking his hand gratefully, you are able to see Kreese’s demise clearly, a burning crimson decorating his now busted fists, no doubt shredded and in need of medical care. You turn back just in time for him to look your way, grief washing over your figure as you feel a sense of uncertainty. 

The boys get into Johnny’s car quickly, pulling out of the car lot. Tommy, silently turning his calming body to yours, questions you with his eyes. Shaking your head lightly, you signal for him to go with them, your head hazy with the brute force of numerous blows previously clashing with your face. He nods knowingly, smiling weakly, as if questioning your motives or even why you were considering the choice you’d made up. Johnny looks back at you too, but is reassured as the short man, Mr. Miyagi, places a hand on your shoulder. As they peel out of the lot, you sigh and all the strength you’d conjured dropped instantly.

“You need checkup,” the older man states, looking you over.

“Yeah, but I need to take care of him first,” you point at the man.

“Ah. Good heart always forgives. You come by dojo sometime.”

“I’ll think about it,” you answer, kindly excusing yourself as LaRusso runs over to Miyagi, leaving just you and Kreese left in the parking lot.

Slowly, you pace yourself as to not speed too closely, too quickly to the man, walking lightly and quietly. Upon entering a close proximity, he looks up, neutral expression catching you off guard. Blinking once, he looks back down at his continuously bleeding hands, acknowledging your presence but not daring to step the line of communication. He never does.

“Do you...Do you n- ...?” you start, at a loss for words as you try to rephrase the question in a way to still make him feel superior without appearing weak to himself, “Do you want my help?”

He doesn’t say anything as an answer, just simply stares at the reddening hands.

So, following his chosen behavior, you adopt it and act the same. Slowly, you take off your fleece sweater, soft and warm to the touch, and move closer to Kreese. As you move into his personal space, you don’t dare look him in the eyes, and go to rip a piece of the sweater in half. Silently, you carefully take one of his hands in your own, them swallowing yours in turn. Wrapping the now torn cloth around his fists, you slightly tighten the material around the injury to prevent further bleeding, tying off the ends to keep the sweater where you want it. Turning to do the same for the other hand, Kreese never winces, or sucks in a breath, or even grunts in anguish.

As you finish your duty, you step back, parts of your hands and some of your pants now coated in differing amounts of blood from the constant dripping mess he’d left it in for a while. Taking in a deep breath, you look at him directly for the first time of the night, “Get in the car.”

That was the first of many nightmares that litter your mind. You grew into a tough, headstrong, and independent woman not only physically, but mentally as well. You were no longer the child looked down from the tip of Kreese’s nose, and despite your height not making much of a difference, you had filled into your body, soul, and mind. You were a woman nonetheless.

You were understood by Johnny, but to an extent. As you had continued to serve Kreese, it was only right that Johnny distanced himself from him, and with that, came you as well. You accepted this, and knew that you were not at war with him, settling for calls and texts when you missed him most. Johnny still allowed you the time to talk about your problems like you did in high school, and even let you rant about the newest situation with Kreese. Everyday, he worried for you, but he knew that this was what you wanted. 

He knew you fell for him before you even had.

After that night, you went through phases with Kreese: sometimes he was happy and nice to you, other times was full of anger, arguments, and nonstop screaming at one another. You were like an old married couple without the ring, matrimony, and age. You didn’t pay any mind to it, the mixture of feelings for him stronger than the will to leave as you’d wanted to in your youth.

But overall was the feeling of betrayal, or at least a form of it. For 4 years, after the night of the failed tournament, you were with Kreese, and finally, when things started to clear themselves out, another problem arose. Although shit out of luck, Kreese was ready to give up the dojo, give it to the owner, and move on in hopes of wiping the slate clean. You were ready to forgive him. And then, Terry Silver, unable to let the past be the past, convinced Kreese to give it a second try.

Now as you sit in a circle with Dennis, Mike, and Snake on the mat of the dojo, doing some stretches before training starts, you couldn’t help but look at the men excluding you from something you had tried to keep alive as long as they had. Longer than Terry at least. 

Snapping sounds through your frustrated haze, knocking you back into reality by Snake’s fingers. Scrunching your nose in confusion, you look at him, anger now turned towards him instead. “You keep drooling like that and we’ll all be slipping around and breaking shit. Then how would we be at the tournament?”

“Fuck you, Snake,” you get up, stomping to the office without another word. He just turns a mock-offended expression to the boys who give confused ones in return.

Storming into the small cubicle deemed an office, you turn to the men standing side-by-side. “Aw, what’s the matter sweetheart? The boys not playing fair?” Terry teases, trying to push your buttons.

Face now reddened with anger, you spit, “We don’t pay for you to sit around in your office and play with each other’s dicks. You can do that on your own time.”

“You don’t pay period as far as I’m concerned. And last time I checked, you weren’t of much use here anyways, Shortcake,” Terry rebuttals.

“And last time I checked, you're just here to tie your hair back, paint your nails, torture a kid half your age and an man even older than you.”

“Why you-!”

“Terry!” Kreese warns, a hand placed on his comrades’ chest, “It’s not worth your time, just go get the boys readied up for practice.”

“Sure...sure Johnny, I can do that,” he says eagerly, leaving the room with a side glance your way and elbow to the shoulder as he passes by.

Getting up from the back of the desk, Kreese loops around to close the office door, going back to where he was previously. “Wow, you really have that dog under wraps huh? Ready to bark when you say ‘bark’ or growl when you say ‘growl’?”

“Y/N, not now. You better cut this shit out now or I’ll kick you out,” he warns.

“Oh, so now your protecting him?! You’re going to sit here, right now, and threaten me for what? Because he served with you? Because you saved him?! What a load of shit!”

“Watch your mouth! You have no right to raise your voice to me! What I do with this dojo is none of your damn business, and will certainly never concern you. Ever.”

“Oh yeah! For sure! What did he even do, huh? What’s so great about him that is worth protecting his ass for when he’s never had to do anything in return?! I was there John! I was! I dealt with your shit for 4 years! Not 1! Not 2! Not even fucking 3!”

“I never told you to! No one was stopping you from walking out that damn door when everyone else had! I would’ve done perfectly fine without your ‘help’ when all it did was provide extra shit to take care of!”

“Really?! That’s what it was? Nothing? I dealt with your anger issues, your screaming! The god damn punches, kicks, spits, screams, hell anything you wanted to do in order to harm someone else to make you feel better! But that wasn’t me... No... Of course it wasn’t, right?”

“I’ve got no time for this. Stay in this fucking room and don’t move. You even dare come out into that dojo and you’re out. I have a winner to make and not some little girl to argue with.”

“Fuck you,” you spit, tears pooling at the bottom of your eyelids as the door hides you from view.

For hours, you sit in boredom, listening to the repetitive “hut” or ��ah” as blow after blow is thrown into the dummies and punching bags. If only they could do that to me, take me out of my misery for fuck’s sake. But, despite the utter pissed state you were in, you did not move from the desk, even deciding to take a nap. It wasn’t until Dennis’ unusually loud laugh is echoed within the whole dojo do you finally wake back up. Looking through the blinds, you see the boys getting packed up. Doing the same, you walk out of the office just in time for Terry to leave with the boys a few moments later.

Speeding across the length of the mats, you take long strides in order to storm as fast as possible out of the cage that holds the biggest chains around your neck. Going for the door, you are unable to catch yourself as Kreese grabs your hand and flips you onto your back, splaying your body on the mats beneath you.

Groaning, you move to sit up, watching as he goes to lock the door to the dojo, throwing the keys somewhere and closing the blinds of the big glass panes adorning the front wall. Getting up, the harbored anger floods your being once more, “I’m done with your bullshit Kreese. Let me the fuck out so I can leave this place once and for all. You seem to be doing ‘perfectly fine’ with your boyfriend, so let me go!”

Without answering, he grabs you by the neck firmly, but not enough to choke you. The memories of Johnny instantly flood your mind, causing you to grab his hand just as tight, eyes peering straight into his. Noticing your change in demeanor, he loosens his hold a little and pushes your back up against the closest wall to your back. As your back collides with the wall, his lips clasp yours.

Whining in surprise, you go to pull back only for him to pull you closer by the neck. Realization dawns on you after a moment, and within seconds, your leaning into his touch absentmindedly. You only break apart once your lungs beg for more air. “There. Is that what you wanted?” he asks you, voice gravelly.

Ignoring his comment, you grab him by the nape of his neck, pulling him into you once again, tongue battling his own. Your tongue dances around, observing every crevice and tasting every bit of his mouth, grazing his teeth, biting his lips, and even tangling it with his. Taking control back, he shoves your body back into the wall, separating your mouth from his, a trail of saliva the only thing connecting your bodies.

His hand, long forgotten and hanging loose on your neck, tightens the grip back up firmly once again and moves his other to pin your arms above your head. Now basking in dominance, he kisses you once more, pinning his knee between your legs in the most delicious way. Taking advantage of the placement, you attempt to grind your core against his thigh to relieve some tension. 

“Ah. Ah. Ah,” he warns, pulling his knee away and moving to unbuckle his belt instead, “On your knees, Slut.”

Obeying instantly, you do as he says and place yourself on your knees. Finally undoing the tie of his gi, he pulls his pants, alongside his underwear, down just enough to let his dick spring free. Gulping in admiration, you take in the view of his girth and length, precum oozing at the tip.

“Looks like your happy to see me,” you joke, loosening your tension in your shoulders.

Stepping closer, Kreese edges closer to your mouth, and, taking the hint, you wrap one hand around the base of his shaft. Your other hand, deciding teasing is the best get-back, wraps itself closer to the tip, thumb grazing the slit. Earning a shudder of pleasure from the man, he goes to move in closer again. Pulling your head away, you squeeze the tip loosely, staring up at Kreese.

At your locked gaze, his cheeks burn bright pink, enabling you to give the man what he wants now that he’s at a loss for words and flustered for you. Taking him into your mouth little by little, you stop just before the barricade of choking. Eyes locked onto his, you place your hands on either side of his hips for support, then take him in as fully as physically possible. Instantly, you are met by struggling moans of relief.

Swirling your tongue around and lapping at his veiny member, he struggles to control himself, the undying need for more consuming him. Pulling away just enough to keep the tip in your mouth, you nod at him, giving him the okay to do as he pleases. That was all he needed to start going, pulling your mouth around his cock again, and tangling his hands in your hair for a better grip. Thrusting into your mouth now, you try your best to breathe as you feel him start twitching, knowing you will be fine in a few minutes.

The closer he gets to ecstasy, the louder he gets, hips thrusting in any possible direction as his pleasure threatens to bubble over. “Look at me,” he orders, looking you in the eyes. Slightly confused, you do as told, looking at him through your eyelashes as he continuously uses your mouth. “That’s it, Good Girl.”

Without warning, he unleashes his load into your mouth, the hot and sticky cum shooting to the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow. Licking up the remains, you make a show of swallowing the contents as well, getting back onto your feet with a help of his hand. Pulling your body into his, he kisses you deeply, tasting himself.

You whine as you are still left in uncomfortable need for him, having not gotten your share just yet, the feeling of being filled a painful reminder. “Don’t worry, Daddy’ll take care of you.” And that, he does, getting to work on untying your gi and throwing the long-sleeved shirt over you head. Doing the same to him, you match his enthusiasm, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the room. 

Playing with your clothed breasts, Kreese slips a hand under your bra to pinch your nipples, twisting them between his middle and fore fingers. Moaning, you pull him into your chest nibbling his ear. Gliding his hands down your sides and to your waist, he slowly edges his fingers slightly underneath your pants, pushing them down with your panties. As he busies himself with your clothes, you move your hands behind your back to unclasp your bra, breasts springing free and instantly hardening at the new temperature of the room.

Fingers, teasing your entrance, catches you off-guard, moaning again at the first shocks of pleasure. “Kreese,” you start breathlessly, “Enough is enough. Mgh... Stop teasing me,” you try to order, impatient and horny.

“As you wish, Princess.”

Lifting up one of your legs and wrapping it around his hipbone, he lines himself up with your entrance, entering slowly. Together, you sigh in ease simultaneously. Nodding once, you lean your forehead underneath his chin, starting to thrust slowly. Knowing this isn’t the pace he prefers, and body adjusting to his shape, you pull him in closer, whispering in his ear, “Faster, Daddy.”

Jolting at the name, he fastens the pace, grinding in rougher strokes, rubbing every part of you body in the best way possible. No one’s ever filled you the way he is now, and it leaves you stunned in a trance of utter euphoria. Tapping your other leg, you hop up to warp both legs around Kreese. At the new angle, he thrusts upwards, the overstimulation causing you to shake in a new sensation. 

Squeezing his dick tightly, you try to hold your orgasm off for as long as possible, but the building want of release causes you to topple over the edge quickly, spilling all over the body still within your own. Without faltering, Kreese continues his assault on your body, causing you to scream out in the fury of pleasure being all too much for you. Shaking harder, you struggle to keep yourself around his body for long.

Seeing this, Kreese keeps himself sheathed in your cunt, laying you on your back against the mats of the flooring. Grabbing your legs, Kreese bends them until your thighs meet your chest. Then, thrusting at the same pace as before, Kreese is able to fuck you senseless without further issues. Moaning screams of ecstasy echo throughout the dojo, the combination of yourself and the slapping of skin being the only noises in the room.

As quickly as you’d built up the previous time, your orgasm and need of release forms again, your pussy throbbing in anticipation.  “Kreese..” is all you manage, the older man quickly teetering towards the edge with you. Thrusting the hardest he had the whole night, he manages only a few more before you both come at the same time, screaming as you pull him down by the neck and into your chest, your name falling from his tongue in multiples.

Sucking in as much air as possible, Kreese and you stay in the same position panting before he unsheathes himself and collapses next to you. Catching your breath, you cuddle into his side in a naked heap of sweat and satisfaction. “Are you still jealous of Terry now?”

“It depends, am I still as useless as before?”

“I don’t believe so,” Kreese giggles, “but if you pull another crazy stunt like that, I will really have to give you a good beating. Huh, Babydoll?”

“I like the sound of that,” you say, going to straddle his hips as he lays on his back, “How about round two and I’ll consider not ripping his throat out?”

“Deal.”

[bats4sophie]

i heart crackships.

Uhmm again I might add more to this this is just a quick idea for a fic but here's a lil Dollins ship fic thingy.

anyway, context isss Noel has helped put a very damgerous, well known criminal behind bars, and someone has hired Butcher to off Noel andddd yeah. Tw canon divergent, injuries, violence, yada yada

Noel moved carefully between the slowly thinning crowds of the wet New York night. He had gone out for a drink after cracking one of the biggest cases of his career, but got split from his friends, and, with no money, he had to make his own way home. As he did, he had time to marvel over his victory, he had put one of the biggest criminals in New York behind bars. He felt on top of the world. Of course, the only way to go from up, he thought, is down, and he knew he had a very large target on his back from now on.

He kept walking, he knew he was almost home now, he recognised this street, despite being tipsy. But as he walked, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He had the most intense, peculiar feeling he was being watched, and subtly looks around the area he was in, but noticed nothing out of the ordinary. He kept walking, though he slowly slipped his hand in his coat pocket, wrapping his shaking fingers around the cold metal of his handgun.

He was almost at the end of that street, then he could cross, and he'd be fine, he thought to himself, he'd be back home, but just as he was approaching the end, a rough, accented voice caught his attention. He froze completely in his stride. He knew exactly who it was.

"Well, lad... If it isn't the bigshot detective!"

Dennis Collins, the Butcher, chuckled to himself, shaking his head slowly as he stepped out from the shadows of a nearby alleyway, and Noel turned slightly to face him. He was alarmed, but he also knew he was safe. It was late, but there were still some people about, and The Butcher wouldnt attempt anything, not yet. Noel brushed a strand of grey hair out of his face with a shaky hand, and spoke in a feign cocky voice.

"I suppose it is. And, prey tell, who are you?"

The Butcher stood just in sight, the orange tint of the streetlight pouring over him like a spotlight, outlining his bulky, strong figure, and the copper wire that he held at his side. Noel had heard all about the allusive Butcher, but he'd never actually dealt with any of his cases. A copper piano wire, to the throat. He knew exactly where his fate was headed, but, oh, was he wrong.

"Oh, come on, lad. You've gotta know me! Being in the detective scene and all. But, I've got manners, so I may aswell. You can call me The Butcher, paid assassin for killin' for rich people who have it out for men like you, who get in the way of business."

The Butcher took a step closer, and Noel took a step back, keeping a good distance between the two, but he was slowly stepping into the road as it went on, The Butcher moves forward, Noel, back, Butcher, forward, Noel, back. Until a car comes down the road, far faster than it should be, and in one swift motion, The Butcher's hand wraps around Noels tie, pulling him back onto the saftey of the path with a harsh tug. Noel stands speechless, only able to sort out his tie, and stutter out a few words, utterly bewildered.

"Wha- What- Why... why did you- you saved me...?"

The Butcher chuckles again, so close to Noel, now, that the old detective can feel his warm breath against his face.

"Ah, I maybe tryna kill you, lad, but I want ta do it myself. I want you to feel my hands around your throat... And besides, a car accident is way to messy, I'd never be paid for pushing you into traffic."

He lifted his hand, still gripping the copper wire as a sort of warning, and held on to Noels chin, tilting it up slightly, so that Noel properly met his eyes.

"And I don't want to see a pretty little thing like you go just yet, I must admit. I'm sure my employer won't mind if I keep you around a little longer."

He says, his other arm wrapping around Noels back to pull him in closer, so close that their body heat mingled, and the cold of the night and the rain barely even concerned either of them.

heard y'all like butcher X Noel ehehe... <- currently scheming another fan fic. I've discovered I enjoy writing more than drawing >:)

[libraryofloveletters]

buck x fem reader work together / secretly dating but they act like they hate each other and the team doesn’t know. reader is also bobby’s daughter (or niece up to you) and scared of his reaction (prompts 17, 37, 42, 81)

Unconventional

Evan Buckley x Reader 

Prompts: #17: “We shouldn’t be doing this”, #37: “Uh why is your shirt inside out?”, #42: “I love you”, #81: “I can explain” 

Warnings: fem!reader, worrying, vulgar/suggestive comments (kinda but not really ?), suggested sexual content, a few swear words, kissing, mentions of hospitals, surgery and injuries. 

Category: fluff with a lil angst 

Word Count: 4.4k

Author's Note: I wrote it as bobby’s niece, it just made more sense :) hope you liked it!! 

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Evan Buckley was a pain in your ass. 

He had been since the day you met him. His annoyingly attractive face, his stupid pretty blue eyes and his smile, not to mention how sweet he was. You couldn't help but hate him. Not in the typical “I hate your guts and hope you fall down a flight of stairs” way but in the “god you’re gorgeous and I want to marry you” way. 

Did you plan on liking the ridiculously attractive firefighter ? Most definitely not. 

Were you also planning on dating him in secret ? Also a no. 

Hence why you were sitting in his jeep on a Saturday at 3 in the morning. The two of you had gone on a date to this little restaurant outside of the city but everything that could go wrong kind of did go wrong.

Buck’s shift was supposed to end at 6 but they got a call last minute so he didn’t get home until 7:30. You called to push the reservation back and when he did pick you up, you got stuck in traffic. By the time the two of you got to the restaurant, it was 8:30 and the woman said she called to see if the two of you still needed the reservation but there was no answer (she didn’t call but neither of you were in the mood to argue) - Now it's 9 pm and the two of you still haven't had dinner. Venturing down the block, there was nowhere that seemed appealing. The night really began at some random mom and pop dinner you spotted by the beach. Deciding to have your own little dinner date on the beach, it was now 9:30. Buck had a blanket in the trunk (you didn’t ask why nor did you really wanna know) and you sat on the beach and had dinner. Time flew by, it was around 1 when the two of you began wondering what time it was. 

The date was now prolonged by Buck’s craving for something sweet so once again, the two of you were on a hunt but for somewhere to go. He googled the closest ice cream parlour but most places were closed, he searched until he finally found a place that was 20 minutes away. It was totally worth the drive considering it was some of the best ice cream you've had in your life. Which now brought you to 2:20 in the morning, the two of you were still sitting on the hood on his jeep, a container of half eaten ice cream between you. 

Buck looked over at you, a smile on his face. “Did you have fun ? despite, you know, all the shit that went wrong ?” you chuckled, “I did.” Buck had a shift at 11 so it was time for the night to come to an end. One of his hands held yours and the other on the wheel, you were staring out the window as the breeze blew by. 

“Something on your mind babe?” Buck asked you, glancing over at you as you turned towards him. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this” you mumbled, you didn’t want to end things with him but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have doubts about where this relationship was going. “What do you mean ?” he asks, his eyes on the road. “I mean how long are we going to hide this from everyone ?” your eyes back out the window, Buck sighed and the conversation dropped. There were a few minutes of silence and the tension filled the car, Buck finally spoke up “you were the one that didn’t want to say anything.” his voice came off a bit harsher than you expected, letting go of his hand, your body shifted towards the door and way from him. He noticed your change in emotion and seating. 

“Babe, I'm sorry. It's just that you didn’t want to say anything and it’s entirely your choice. I get it but we can figure it out. One step at a time, okay ?” Buck looks over at you when he pulls into the parking lot. “Yeah, I know. It’s fine.” leaning over the console to press a kiss to his cheek.  “Good night Buck, thank you for tonight” you give him a smile and get out of the jeep. Buck follows you, “let me walk you up,” he grabs your wrist, the two of you stopped in the middle of the parking lot. “That’s fine, I'll text you so you know I’m okay. You need to get home anyways, you have a shift and you need your sleep” shaking your head, you pull your hand away from him and head inside before he can ask again. 

He was right, it was your choice not to say anything but you weren't sure how your uncle would react. This relationship wouldn't just affect your relationship with him but also his relationship with Buck. You didn’t- couldn't let Buck jeopardize his work life for his love life. 

Shutting the door once you get into your apartment, you send a text to your boyfriend. 

To Lover Boy Buck: I’m home, text me when you get home. Sleep well <3

From Lover Boy Buck: Just pulled in, goodnight babe 

----

Athena’s birthday was on Saturday and Bobby had planned a surprise party for her. With a little help from May, things were in place. 

Bobby had taken Athena out for lunch at some fancy cafe that was impossible to get into and then to see a play. While they were out, you headed over to their place to help May set up. Upon arriving, you saw that Hen was already there as was Buck. 

“Good afternoon my loves!” you shout as you walk over to the kitchen. “I come with coffee” you hand a cup to May and the other to Hen, the two are thankful for the coffee as you had a shit ton of decorating to do and only a few hours to get it done. Buck leant against the wall by the kitchen entryway, “where's mine?” he asked which made you roll your eyes. “Didn’t know that you were gonna be here, no one invited you anyways.” you reply, sorting through the packages of balloons on the table, you toss one and it hits him square in the face. 

“Ow!” he shouts, rubbing his cheek. 

“Oh did I hurt you ?” you ask, pouting at him mockingly. 

Considering the weird note that the two of you left on during your last date, plus not being able to see each other that week left things in a bit of a mess. 

May and Hen exchange glances, “Buck, how about you help put up the banner in the backyard ?” she practically dragged Buck by the arm and into the yard. May was in the kitchen icing some cupcakes that she and Harry had made the night before when she called for you. 

“Why don't you get along with Buck ? I don't know him all the well but he seems like a good guy” May pleads his case unintentionally. 

He is a good guy 

“Ever meet someone and you just don’t like them ?” you ask, she hums. “That’s me with Buck” is what came out instead. 

“I get it.” she nodded, she began telling you about a guy in her chemistry class that just got on her nerves all the time. You excused yourself when the doorbell rang. Chim and Maddie had arrived right as Karen pulled into the driveway with Denny and Nia. You let everyone in and they began helping too. About an hour later, Eddie arrives with Chris and the cake. You take the cake from him so he can help Chris with his jacket.  

“Buck!” you shout

“Yeah ba- yeah ?” he corrects himself last second. Your eyes widen at the word that almost slipped out of his mouth. No one seem to catch it except for Chim who gave you a weird look but you just brush it off. 

“Take this, I need to change.” you hand the cake off to him and head to the bathroom to change into your dress. A few moments later, there was a knock on the bathroom door and then it opened. 

“Hey! I'm chang- oh it’s just you” you mumble as he shuts the door. Buck’s back pressed up against the door. “Are you just gonna watch me or are you going to help me?” you turn, your back towards him now. Pulling your hair over your shoulder, you feel one of Buck’s hands on your waist and then the tug of the zipper.  

“Must you always fight with me, y/n ?” he presses a kiss to your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Must you always get on my nerves, Evan ?” you were looking back at him in the mirror, he flashed you a smile and nodded, a rather amused look on his face. “Yeah, it's kind of my job to irritate you” his arms loosen as you turn around to face him now, leaning back against the counter. “Well I guess then I have to fight with you” running your hand through his hair, he leans into you, his forehead against yours. 

“You know, they say make love, not war” he whispers, his lips almost touching yours. A little chuckle slips past your lips, “is this your way of saying that we should stop fighting ?” you mumble as you press a kiss to his lips. Buck pulls you closer to him - which you didn’t even think was possible, “no, it’s my way of saying we should make love” he smiles against your lips as he lifts you up onto the counter and you let out an obnoxiously loud laugh. “Oops” a hand comes up to cover your mouth. Buck can't help but smile, you were adorable and all he wanted was to go out there and tell everyone that he’s in love with you, something he hadn't even told you yet, but at last, he could not. 

“You’re cheesy, you know that right ?” looking up at him whilst you fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “If you want to fuck me, just say so” he tells you to which you reply “you're so vulgar Evan” while rolling your eyes. 

“Oh I'll show you vulgar” he chuckles and pulls off his shirt, his hand reaching behind you to unzip your dress. 

--

Buck left the bathroom first, the house had filled up within the 20 minutes the two of you were in the bathroom. He ran his hand through his hair in hopes to fix it from the tugging that just happened. As he stepped out into the backyard, his sister’s voice called out to him.

“Buck!” she walked over, “you’ve been so busy I haven't gotten a chance to say hi yet” she pulls her brother into a hug. Maddie’s face screws into a confused look. “Did you try a new body wash or something ?” she looks up at Buck, his brows furrow but he shakes his head. “Why?” he asks, “you smell like mint” she informs him. 

You step out into the backyard, a tube of mint chapstick between your fingers,  being applied to your lips. Buck’s eyes were on you, watching as the tube rubbed across your lips, his mind back to those lips were moments ago. Chimney’s voice caused him to pull his eyes away from you and onto him. 

“Uh why is your shirt inside out?” Chim asks him, brows raised. Buck looks down and his shirt is on inside out, “uh, I- uh I had to change.” he says, hoping they’d believe him. 

“You had that shirt on when we got here.” Chim had a puzzled look on his face. 

“Oh Christopher is calling for me, excuse me” Buck walks off before they could say anything. He did indeed make his way over to Eddie and Chris, you were on the other side of the backyard when your phone chimed. 

From Lover Boy Buck: Couldn't you have told me my shirt was on inside out?

To Lover Boy Buck: And how was I supposed to know that ? I didn’t have time to look at you

From Lover Boy Buck: Oh really ? You had plenty of time a few minutes ago 

To Lover Boy Buck: Behave. 

From Lover Boy Buck: Make me. 

You roll your eyes at his comment, May coming out and shouting that they just pulled in. Everyone stood by the backdoors, waiting for Athena and Bobby to come in. 

Athena had a blindfold on as Bobby led her down the stairs to the backyard. “I swear if you did somethin-” he undoes the blindfold mid sentence. 

“Surprise!!” everyone shouts, Athena had a huge smile on her face. She turns to Bobby, “you did all this ?” he smiles but shakes his head, “I had some help” nodding towards May, Athena walked over to her daughter to give her a hug. Bobby and Athena went around to say hello to everyone, Bobby coming over to you and Eddie, Buck and Chris were sitting beside each other. “Hey” Bobby smiled at the two of you, “hey” you smiled back before you gave him a hug. 

“What do I own you for today ?” he asks you

“Nothing at all, I'm glad I could help.” 

“Are you sure kid ?” 

“Yeah, I'm good. I’ll let you know if I need something uncle Bobby” 

He smiles and goes off to talk to Chim and Maddie. Eddie switches places with Buck, Christopher showing his father the trick that Buck just showed him. “You’re good with kids” you tell him, “yeah, I know” he replies. “You're also an arrogant asshole but perspective I suppose.” Buck chuckled at your comment, watching as you walked away. 

It was a while before you sat down for dinner, you were in the house with Bobby, helping him bring stuff out while everyone got seated. When you returned, there were two seats left. One at the head of the table, which was where your uncle was currently headed, leaving you no choice but to sit beside Buck. “Pass me the green bowl ?” he asks you, “no thanks” you reply nonchalantly. Bobby gives you a look, “y/n, pass him the bowl” you sighed and handed the bowl to Buck who was snickering. It took all of you not to smack this man in front of everyone. 

A hand on your upper thigh startled you, you coughed and Eddie looked at you from across the table, his brows furrowed. Your hand comes down to rest on top of Buck’s. Chris followed his father’s look over to you, “are you okay y/n?” he asked you sweetly, you smiled at him. “I’m okay buddy, thank you for asking” Buck bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a smile. Oh how he wanted to kiss you right now, but again, he couldn't really do that, could he? He settled for holding your hand under the table like teenagers for now. 

----

8 o'clock and you were supposed to be there 20 minutes ago. Bobby was probably there wondering where you were. You were supposed to be having dinner with your uncle tonight to tell him about you and Buck. Buck offered to tell him but you felt like it was only right for you to tell him. 

You dialled the number but it rang out. You assumed he was still driving or maybe he was ruining late too. The phone rang while you searched for something to wear. It was Bobby. 

“Hey!” you answer, “I'm gonna be a little late” 

“Y/n, we’re gonna have to take a rain check on dinner.” Something was wrong, you could tell from the way he answered. 

“Everything okay ? Are you still at work ?” 

“I’m at the hospital.” 

“What? Why? Are you okay ? Is it Athena ?” 

“Athena and I are fine. It’s Buck, he’s in surgery right now. I don't think I'll be leaving anything soon. I’m sorry about dinner.” 

Your heart dropped when he said it was Buck. 

“Did anyone tell Maddie ? Do you want me to pick her up ?” 

“It's alright, Chim went and got her. You don't have to come, we’re ok-” 

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes” 

Grabbing the keys, you’ve never run down the stairs so fast in your life. The whole drive over, it felt like the world was moving in slow motion. He’d still be in surgery when you arrived but you needed to know what happened. 

I love you Evan Buckley. 

The 5 words replaying in your head over and over again. The 5 words you hadn’t gotten the chance to say to him. The team plus Maddie and Athena were in the waiting room. Bobby came over and gave you a hug, “is he okay ? Did you guys hear anything ?” you ask as you sit beside Maddie. “Not yet” Bobby returns to his seat. 

“Mads, I'm sorry” you gave her a hug, she gave you a small smile. “It’s okay. Buck’ll pull through. He always does.” 

-- 

3 hours later and still nothing, he had been in surgery 2 hours prior to you arriving, bringing it to a total of 5 hours. Athena and Bobby left for a few minutes to see if they could get an update on him. You looked around the room, Eddie was leant against the wall, his legs on the chairs in front of him, Hen stood by the window on the phone with who you assumed was Karen. Chim’s arm was wrapped around Maddie, her head resting on his shoulder. 

Bobby and Athena returned telling everyone that there was no update other than he was still in surgery. Your leg bounced as you waited, Bobby rested a hand on your knee when he sat back down. 

“You okay kid ?” 

“Mhm hm why ?”

“You only bounce your leg when you’re nervous. You’re sure you’re okay ?” 

“Yeah, I'm gonna go get some coffee” you announce as you get up. If you spent another minute in that room, you were going to combust, you couldn't take it. “Does anyone want anything ?” there were a few mumbles of no but Eddie gets up and says he’ll come with you. The two of you walk down the hallway to the other end. Slipping a bill into the machine, it buzzes and then nothing. Eddie watches as you push the button a few times. Frustrated and tired, your hand smacks against the machine. A few nurses glare in your direction. 

“Hey, go get some air okay ? I’ll get the coffee and meet you outside” Eddie’s hand on your back, leading you to the doors.

“Eddie, I'm fine” 

“Y/n, go. You’ve been in here for a while and honestly, I could use the air too.” 

Not in the mood to protest, you step outside. It was a little past 11 now, it was dark and cold out. Your back pressed up against the brick wall, the coldness seeping through your shirt. A hand running over your face in an attempt to wake you up, you sigh as the door opens. 

“Here” Eddie handed you a mug that didn’t look like it came from a machine. The mug read “#1 nurse” on it and his says “world’s best mom” your brows furrow, looking at the man standing beside you. “I sweet talked one of the nurses, it's fine. I promised to return the mugs when we're done.” he says casually, making you smile. You had always enjoyed Eddie’s company, he didn’t ask questions or poke around in your life, he just lived in the moment. 

“Cute shirt” he chuckles, looking down at the blue t-shirt you had on. You hadn't realized that you left wearing it. “Oh thanks” you mumble, taking a sip of coffee. “It’s Buck’s, isn't it?” he asks, you almost choked on the coffee. 

“Wha- why would you ask me that ?” 

“It reeks of his cologne,” Eddie chucked. “I’ve known for months, y/n. The two of you aren't as slick as you think.” 

“Who else knows ?” 

“No one that I know of, Chim has an idea but he hasn't said anything” 

You hummed, looking out at the parking lot in front of you. “Does Bobby know ?” Eddie’s eyes practically burn into your side.

“I was going to tell him tonight.” 

Eddie’s phone buzzed before he could say anything else. “Let’s go in, the doctors are out.” Eddie followed you into the building and back into the waiting room. The doctor has just stepped in, she glanced back at you and Eddie, “Are you here for Buckley as well ?” 

“Yeah, how is he?” Eddie asks, the two of you step further into the room. “He’s stable as of now, we managed to stop the bleeding. He’s asleep but he’s got a long road ahead of him.” the doctor inform everyone, you watch as Maddie lets out a sigh, her hand squeezing Chim’s. “I can take someone in, if they’d like to go in” Chim let go of Maddie’s hand as she went to follow the doctor down the hall. Eddie could sense the change in body language, you were relaxed until Maddie stepped out with the doctor. His hand rests on your back again, “let’s sit down. You can go in after” he whispered to you. To anyone else in the room, it would look like something was happening between you and Eddie but he was just comforting you. There was nothing happening. 

The person you were in love with was laying in a hospital bed at the other end of the hallway. 

One by one, everyone went in to see him. Chim went in first, meeting Maddie in his room. When they return, they let everyone know he’s awake. Bobby and Athena are next, they go in for a few minutes. Hen was after them, you could hear them laughing from the other end of the hallway. 

It was so good to hear him laugh. 

You and Eddie went in last. Eddie sat beside his bed on the chair, he and Buck having a conversation. Eddie looked over at you, you were standing by the door. “I think I'll go call Chris and let him know you’re alright” Eddie pats Buck’s shoulder before stepping out the room. 

Buck’s attention was now on you. “hey you” he mumbles, trying to shift into a sitting position. “Don’t move, you’ll rip your stitches.” you take a seat where Eddie was a few moments ago. Buck’s hand reaches for yours, although he was awake, his hand felt cold. Your hand rubbed against his, his eyes on you. Neither of you say anything to the other. 

“I thought I lost you for a minute there.” 

“You’ll never lose me, y/n” Buck’s hand squeezes yours. 

“But I almost did and I hated every minute of it.” the tears welling up by your eyes, you blink a few times to get rid of them but instead a few slip down. Buck reaches up to wipe your tears, his hand cupping your cheek. 

“All of this for me ?” he teases, “there was no need to worry, you know that, right?” 

“You scared me you ass, don't do that” you sniffle, your hand wrapping around his wrist. 

“Y/n, I need to tell you something” his eyes were on yours, now you were worried again. “Okay, what is-” 

“I love you” he blurts out. 

“Oh Buck” you breathe, the soft expression on his face changes to a worried one. “Oh god, I'm sor-” your hand comes up and covers his mouth. 

“I love you too” you smile at him, you can feel him smile against your hand. Moving your hand to his cheek, “you do ?” he asks, you nod. “How can I not ?” Leaning out of the chair, your lips meet his. Your hand is still cupping his face and his hand lifting off the bed to meet your waist. Shifting from the chair to the bed, you sat beside Buck, your lips still on his. 

“Excuse me?” someone clears their throat, Buck pulls away to look at who's by the door. Bobby stood in the doorway, his arms folded in front of him and a rather amused Athena beside him. Buck’s eyes widen, you look over your shoulder to see your uncle standing there. 

“I can explain. Bobby I-” Buck starts, but Bobby cuts him off. “It’s okay Buck, I know.” he steps into the room. 

“You do?” the two of you say at the same time, both of you looking at him. Bobby nods, “I might be old - well older than you two but I’m not dumb” he chuckles, “if anything, you two are the dumb ones for thinking I wouldn't know.” he says 

“I was going to tell you at dinner” 

“I figured as much, I also figured you’d want to be here when Buck woke up” 

“Thank you for calling” you smile at him, he gives you a nod. “Everyone is heading home, are you going to stay with him ?” 

You hum, your attention back on Buck. You could hear Athena and Bobby whispering in the back and then the door shuts. Buck shifts slightly on the bed, making space for you. Laying on your side, beside him, your finger traces over the words tattooed on his forearm. The world had come to a pause finally, the things around you didn’t matter right now. Everything you cared about was beside you, the hospital wasn't the ideal place but all you cared about that he was okay. 

“Tell me again” you whisper, your head on his shoulder. Buck turns his head to look at you. 

“I love you y/n l/n” 

“I love you Evan Buckley” 

Turns out you did get to say those 5 words after all. 

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Without a Fight Chapter 3

Title: Without a Fight Chapter 3

Summary: Nick Jackson is possibly the only person in AEW without superpowers. And it used to not bug him, but in the past month, it’s been weighing on his shoulders. Until the night the storm hit. Then his world changed forever.

Warnings: Language, brainwashing, kidnapping, violence, future temporarily major character death. maybe more as I work on it.

A/N: The Japanese came from Google, so it is probably wrong. Please let me know if you guys are liking this!

“Nick?!” Matt gently shook his brother. “Come on man, you’re scaring the crap out of me.” A million thoughts were going through Matt’s head, but they all came to a screeching halt when Nick groaned and opened his eyes.

“You okay?” Hangman asked, watching Nick. 

“Did I get hit by a tuck?” He asked. “I’m so tired.”

“We should get him back to the hotel so he can rest.” Cody spoke up. “We have tomorrow off, right?”

“Yeah. We were supposed to be heading back to California for a couple days, but he’s in no shape to fly.” Matt explained, nervously combing his fingers through his hair to push it back. He never was good in situations like this. Yeah, he was the big brother, but he struggled with situations like this. Like the time he had superkicked Nick and knocked out his front tooth. He was crying just as much, if not more than Nick was.

“I just need some sleep.” Nick pushed himself up, a little wobbly on his feet. Kenny helped him keep his balance. “I’m fine Matt.”

“Yeah, I totally believe that.” Matt rolled his eyes. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”

“Can we get Cracker Barrel first?” Nick asked. “I’m starving.” “There’s Denny’s. Is  that good enough?” Brandi asked. Nick’s stomach churned at the memory of that Denny’s trip a few years prior. 

“I’ll pass.” *****

Matt helped Nick to their room. Nick laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling for a little bit. He assured Matt that he was fine, so Matt excused himself to go talk to the others. Nick tried to get comfortable, but it felt like small electric shocks everywhere on his body. The tingling got too much after awhile.

“Eff this.” Nick groaned, rolling out of bed. Was this how all his friends felt when it hit them? He knew that Matt would wake up surrounded by flowers when his powers developed. “I hope they’re getting me some Cracker Barrel.” He headed into the hallway, hoping to track down his friends. He headed down the hallway when he heard something behind him. Turning around, he didn’t see anything.

“Great. New powers and I’m going crazy.” He sighed and went to head the way he was going.

Only to almost run into a woman with pink and blue hair who had a mask on. Nick backed up slightly as she raised the mask and blew a green powder at his face.

“Ah!” Nick called out, a bolt of lightning hitting the girl in the shoulder.

“Kuso yarō! (Son of a bitch)!” She cried out. Nick stumbled down the hallway, vision becoming blurry with each step. His feet were like they were encased in cemetn. He wasn’t sure exactly where he was as he smacked on a door, hoping someone inside could help him.

“Holy shit!” Hangman gasped, catching Nick as he fell into his arms. Cody and Brandi were with him while Matt and Kenny went to go get food. Cody was quick to help Hangman get Nick into the room while Brandi looked outside, seeing nothing.

“What’s that on his face?” Hangman asked. Cody had seen something like this before, but he couldn’t place it. 

“There’s nothing out there,” Brandi reported. “And whatever that is has some deep magic involved. I can feel it radiating off him.”

“I’ll call Matt. Give him a heads up.” Cody told them, stepping out on to the balcony to make a call.

“Can you do something for him?” Hangman asked Brandi quietly. She could tell he was stressing as he struggled to keep from disappearing completely.

“I’ll try.” She sat by Nick, trying to undo whatever spell had been placed on him.

****

Asuka screamed as Becky worked on healing the wound to her shoulder. She was saying every cuss word she could think of in Japanese, and Seth even recognized a few of them. Becky was speaking to her, trying to sooth her, but it wasn’t really doing much good.

“How are we going to get him now?” Seth asked, pacing. “Since Asuka messed up.”

“Fuck you.” She grumbled.

“We’ll just have to go in…the home country way.” Becky told both of them.

“None of us are from the same country Becks,” Seth pointed out. “So are we going to Irish way, the Japanese way, or the Iwoans way?”

“Why not all three?” Becky shrugged. “There. Good as new.” Asuka moved her arm, testing out her shoulder.

“I say we kill them all.” Asuka flicked open what Seth had thought was just a normal fan, but instead had sharp blades on it.

“I second that.” Becky smirked.

“No.” Seth threw his hands in the air. “We have orders to follow.”

“Tyler would agree with us.” Becky walked up to him, running a hand down his chest. “Why don’t you let him out to play?”

“Yeah, no. Not a good idea.” Seth stepped back and paced for a second. “Don’t you have some magic or something we could use?”

“I’m sure I can figure something out.” Becky nodded. “But if it doesn’t work…”

“We kill.” Asuka put her mask back on and placed her blade in an inside pocket of her jacket. Seth sighed. He really needed a raise.

****

“How is he?” Matt asked, walking into the room and all but throwing the food into a chair.

“He’s still sleeping.” Brandi reported. 

“What happened?” Matt looked at Hangman and Cody.

“We don’t know man. He just showed up like this.” Cody explained. Matt was quizzing Hangman and Cody. Kenny looked at Brandi, who was staring at the door.

“You okay?” He asked her.

“Kenny, lock the door.” She stood up, quickly silencing the other three. “Now!” Kenny ran to lock the door, only for the door to fly out. Becky swung her arm, sending Matt, Kenny, Brandi, Hangman, and Cody against the walls of the room.

“Hello Eden.” Becky smirked.

“It’s Brandi.” Brandi spat. Becky walked over towards Nick, Seth and Asuka following.

“He’s still asleep.” Seth chuckled. “Good job Asuka. Let’s get him and go.”

“No!” Matt struggled to free himself, but couldn’t escape whatever bonds were holding him to the wall. “Don’t you touch him!” Seth rolled his eyes and was able to pick Nick up in a fireman’s carry.

“Let’s go.” Seth told the two women.

“Can I take one too?” Asuka asked, winking at Kenny under her mask.

“No. Mission accomplished. Let’s go.” Seth grumbled.

“Bye boys.” Becky waved as they walked out, Matt's screaming being silenced as she shut the door.