#now that he's in this show i will gif more of him so tell me if you don't want me to tag you in further sets of him in this show 😊

[pikahlua]

Oh? Please, Madam

What Izuku rejects is the opportunity to be Katsuki's SIDEKICK. He doesn't reject being a hero or competing with Katsuki. He rejects working FOR/UNDER Katsuki. Which is hilarious because Katsuki accepts (apparently multiple times) showing up as a guest lecturer to help out Izuku's class. Katsuki tells Izuku that "If everyone is special, no one is special," which has the potential for SO MUCH DOUBLE MEANING. But what there is no ambiguity about to me is he's basically telling Izuku "Hey, notice this. I'm treating you special. You're special to me. NOTICE."

It's also implied that Izuku sees Katsuki more regularly than he sees most others from their class, which is emphasized by the previous chapter when Aizawa complains to him about Katsuki's behavior in public affecting his ranking. Katsuki basically tells Izuku he needs to start thinking about himself more, and he also ends their final interaction with a "See ya [later]." Katsuki is NOT talking about Ochako, but Izuku takes some of his advice as the impetus for going to talk to Ochako (specifically they just wanna talk more after the dinner since the dinner is now over and they didn't get to talk). So what was Katsuki thinking of? I personally read his "See ya later" as "You'll figure it out, just go handle what you gotta right now and you can catch up to me later."

Hilariously, Izuku calls Katsuki out for being the one to say "If you don't start thinking a little more highly of yourself, you won't notice the things you should." Izuku's response is basically, "Look who's talking." Again, the potential for double meaning here is painfully obvious. He could be referring to SO MANY THINGS and we're meant to infer what that is. WE GET TO GUESS. Izuku could be saying "You did stuff just as bad as what you're saying," or "You're STILL not noticing something, Kacchan."

And Izuku taking inspiration from Katsuki's words to go talk to Ochako is meaningful in another way--IT MEANS IZUKU LISTENED TO HIM. Katsuki is having an influence on Izuku in a way to improve who he is just like Izuku did for him in high school. Izuku takes Katsuki's advice seriously. NO ONE HAS EVER GOTTEN HIM TO UNDERSTAND THIS LESSON BEFORE NOW. It ends with Izuku and Ochako deciding to talk more, but what it shows us is the beginning of Izuku considering himself more. If Izuku follows Katsuki's advice long enough, he'll end up back in the competition with Katsuki just like Katsuki expects him to. That is just as easy of a conclusion to make from the theme of "inevitability" that Shouto gives us (and that Izuku also takes to heart).

This ending implies that inevitably Izuku's gonna catch up again, basically. Things will continue to change. So yeah, we get a beginning where he and Ochako meet up to talk, but it's just a beginning. It's one night of chatting. They're seeing if something's there now (which kind of implies that there wasn't much there before), but it's left open-ended. And I think it's left open-ended what happens with Ochako on purpose because anyone can read how that ends up however they like. You just have to decide as a reader what's "inevitable" for Izuku Midoriya from this point on. Me? I've decided Izuku is taking Katsuki's advice to treat people who mean more to him better. Ochako is just the beginning. Izuku has other people in his life he needs to show love to as well (because that's what this is, Izuku is learning to show people that they're important to him, that he loves them, because saving people doesn't do that--he saves EVERYONE). And then maybe he'll start to see how the people who love him treat him special too, like guest SPECIAL (same kanji) LECTURER KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

tl;dr there is a lot left open to interpretation and it's probably on purpose, read the chapter however you like, just like we did with the last chapter.

...and my interpretation which is the correct one is that Katsuki tells Izuku, "Here let me show you how to love people, damnit!" to give him the character development everyone has been begging for him to have for years, to realize that saving people doesn't mean they're special to him if he's known for saving everyone ever, so like, maybe go show them you care in OTHER ways, Izuku, and also I'll be waiting right here for you to come show you love me you jackass (and he does, he does come show him that)

[withwritersblock]

Oh! Darling pt. 5

~Oh! Darling by The Beatles~

Author's Note: somewhat requested lol! I was rewatching the Faceoff series and reminded myself that someone asked for something like this so here you go! Anyways, hopefully more for this series coming up. Summary: Quinn's Faceoff episode Warnings: Canucks losing against Edmonton lol Word Count: 1,630 Quinn Hughes x fm!reader

It completely slipped his mind that he had agreed to film for the Face Off series until he started seeing the advertisements for it everywhere. Now, himself and his girlfriend were sitting together and watching it together. Ellie was in his lap, drinking a bottle. 

They already watched the first few episodes of the series and he was shocked on how it actually ended up looking. The series was actually entertaining. But now it was his episodes and he was terrified. He agreed to do it because they begged him to do it. His story was special because he was a young captain and a new dad.

“Do you want anything to drink?” she asked as she stood up from the couch, jogging towards the kitchen. He glanced down towards the little girl in his arms before he looked back towards Y/N. 

“Water’s fine, love,” he muttered as he looked into his daughter’s sleepy eyes as she continued to finish the bottle. “I’m pressing play,” he let out as he reached toward the remote. 

“Wait!” she called out as she took a hold of a soda and a water bottle. He chuckled as he pressed play anyway. “Hey!” she let out while laughing as she jogged towards the couch. Cautiously, she placed the bottle of water beside him and she kept her soda in her hand. He chuckled as he pulled the bottle from Ellie’s mouth. He brought her up and began to delicately pat her back. 

Instantly, once he saw himself on the screen, his face scrunched up. “Oh god,” he muttered.

Y/N grinned widely as she saw him on the screen, “Oh stop, look how cute you are,” she said as she inched towards him. Delicately, she tapped her hand against the top of his thigh. 

On the screen, he started cooking and talking about his journey of being captain. “Probably read 20 to 25 books this year because I felt at the start of the year that with becoming captain, it was a lot for me-” he explained on the screen. Y/N lips fell into a pout. 

Saying that it was a lot for him was an understandment. He was overwhelmed from the moment he was given the C. He came home that morning after the conversation with Rick and told her that he was becoming captain. At first, it was exciting and he was confident that he could do a good job. But as the preseason went on, he was shy and nervous. But as he explained in the episode, he started to grow into it. 

“What was it like having this new role on the team and this new role in life?” the interviewer asked. Quinn tossed his head back and laughed. 

“Definitely been a hard year but I wouldn’t change a single thing about it,” he explained before running his fingers through his hair. “It was really difficult because it was hard being away from my girlfriend; because obviously pregnancy is really hard but she was great,” he explained.

The screen started showing clips of Quinn and newborn Ellie. Y/N was sitting on the couch beside Ellen as quinn was holding Ellie against his chest. She was only a few weeks old when the camera crew was there. 

“Your daughter was born a month before the playoffs, what was that like?” the interviewer continued. 

Quinn smiled softly on the screen, his eyes lighting up in the process. “When we found out about Ellie, we realized pretty quickly that the timing wasn’t great. But our families were in town for the first few weeks. So while I was away on a roadie our families were here and supporting Y/N,” he took in a deep breath. 

“You would’ve had no idea Quinn was a new dad. He was still Quinn Hughes and he was still a huge presence on and off the ice,” Rick said on the screen, a chuckle falling from his lips. “He wanted to talk about his daughter all of the time but you could tell that if he did, it would break his heart a little bit,” he explained.

Quinn clenched his jaw as he shifted his gaze down towards his daughter. Y/N pouted her lips as she reached her hand over and ran her fingers through his hair.

“But that’s why we chose him as captain. He can seperate his personal life from being on the ice. He doesn’t let it effect what he does and that’s what you need from a captain. But you know that even if he didn’t let it effect him, he was constantly thinking about his girls,” Rick continued. 

Quinn smiled softly as he continued running his hand across Ellie’s back. “Can we move on to Trouba or something,” Quinn mumbled as he looked towards Y/N.

The screen continued to show a smiley Quinn in the locker room and then back to him in his apartment with Y/N and Ellie. It stayed on that moment for a few seconds before it shifted to Trouba in New York. 

“Let me see her,” Y/N muttered. Quinn nodded as he lifted Ellie from his chest and cautiously handed her over to Y/N. Quinn shifted his body to the side as he scanned Y/N’s features. “Did you know Rick said those things?” she asked, meeting his eye.

Pursing his lips forward, he shook his head slightly. He leaned towards her, delicately kissing her. “Didn’t really talk about it,” he said with a shrug. She nodded as Ellie’s eyes were starting to get heavy in her arms. 

“Pause it, I’m gonna put her down for her nap,” she said while standing up. He nodded as he reached beside him for the remote. He paused it as he watched her walk down the hall with Ellie in her arms. 

He pulled his phone from his pocket to see a text from Jack asking if he watched the episode yet. He replied that he was working on it. 

Ellie was always a fast sleeper so it only took a handful of minutes for her to fall asleep. Y/N returned to the living room, a grin on her lips. “Okay, press play,” she said as she sat down on the couch beside Quinn. He reached over and delicately rested his hand onto her furthest thigh. He ran his thumb across her thigh, she could barely feel it through the sweatpants fabric.

He pressed play and Trouba’s section started, showing off othe game that got them the President’s Trophy. Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder as they continued to relive the end of the season together. After a few more minutes of Jacob and Gabe’s segments it returned to Quinn.

Quinn was in Nashville with his parents for the first two games of the playoffs. 

“What was it like when Quinn told you guys he was having a baby?” one of the producers asked them as they were sitting in a coffee shop. Quinn smiled as he looked towards his mom. Her eyes lit up and so did his dad. 

“They called us on Facetime and Quinn just blurted it out like he was in trouble or something,” she said while laughing. Y/N looked towards Quinn and he shook his head while laughing.

“Telling news like that over the phone, kinda felt like I was,” Quinn joked out before they cut away to a clip of the Canucks and Predators series. 

After several more minutes, it cut towards the series against Edmonton. The high paced play and the comeback they tried to make in game seven. Quinn took in a sudden breath as he watched the plays and heard himself talk on the ice. He always dissociates during the game to the point he never really remembers what he says or how the plays develop. 

It panned toward the audience with Ellen, Jack, and Y/N watching the game. Her WAG jacket covering her frame, that she helped design. Jack’s arm was in a sling but he was leaning forward watching the game intensely. Ellen was emotionless as she shook her head slightly.

It showed the ending of the match, the celebrations by the Oilers and the sadness of the Canucks. Despite everything, Quinn still led the team in a salute to the crowd. She ran her hand across his upper back. 

“It obviously didn’t end like how we wanted it to but it was good experience for many of us. This is the first playoff run for a lot of us, so now we have a lot of things to use a stepping stones,” he explained in the interview. 

“Anything you would change?” the interviewer asked, nearly cringing at the question once she read it from the card.

“To win-” he said jokingly, “No, I mean-it’s been a tough year. Obviously, I am glad that I get to be home with my daughter for the next few months and not having to have the game on my mind for a few months. It would’ve been awesome to keep going, keep playing but uhm-I guess a good constellation prize was getting time with my girlfriend and our daughter,” he explained, smiling softly as he looked into the camera for the last time in the episode. 

Y/N lips fell into a pout as she lifted her head to look towards Quinn. “I’m such a sap,” he let out. She chuckled as she leaned towards him, kissing his cheek delicately.

“That was really cute,” she whispered as he tilted his head to the side to meet her gaze. “Such a good captain,” she dragged her thumb across his jawline.

“Shush, you,” he whispered before he leaned towards her, kissing her softly.

[gay-dorito-dust]

hihiiii can i request some shy ekko 🫶 the scenes of him double taking at powder changed the chemistry in my brain and i just need some shy & smitten ekko 😭

When Ekko found himself alone and deep in his thoughts within the solitude of his room, he’s reminiscing and wondering while tinkering with some spare parts lying about upon his workbench, needing something to occupy his empty hands as they began to go to work.

His thoughts were filled to the brim of you only you and while he hadn’t noticed it earlier, being as busy as he was with going out on missions and being responsible for a whole commune of people who followed his lead with wholehearted faith in him, he finds himself smiling at the moments you two shared away from everything else. You’d drag him away from his duties even if it was for five minutes but to Ekko those five minutes with you were more then needed, and he had you to thank for reminding him that he was only human, reminding him that he can rely on others rather then barring the brunt of the weight himself.

‘You’re making progress Ekko.’ You told him once as you were both watching over the commune high above. ‘It may not show itself right now, progress often doesn’t, it will in due time but what matters is that you’re changing Zaun one step at a time and I couldn’t be prouder of you.’ You finished as you took his hand in your own, intertwining your fingers with his as your thumb caressed his softly.

Ekko remembered being touched by your words, glad to know the had your faith and your pride in him, more then he’d ever admit in that moment as all he could see was you as everything else seemed to fade away. At the time he thought he was happy to have his closest friend help him make sense of the fog within his head, however the way Ekko remembered feeling was akin to that of seeing you for the first time.

You were the person he suffered scrapped knees with, bruises with and minor injuries with, only for you to merely laughed them off all the while patching him up. You dared to laugh and smile in the face of fear as you gripped his hand tight, only letting him know of your true fear and hopelessness in the off chance of great adversary. Ekko was the only person you trusted to have your back and he reciprocated those feelings, trusting you with his own life without hesitation. For that was how your relationship with him was built upon trust, respect and loyalty for as long as Ekko could remember, as it had always been you and him in his eyes.

And it will always be you and him until the end, a promise made way back when he shared his vision for Zaun’s future with you on a star lit night.

‘How about this, I’ll promise to help you to bring Zaun to a better place for you, for me, for everyone we help in the future and those who’ll carry the fight long after your dream comes true.’ You tell him as you presented him with your pinky and he playfully scoffs. ‘Pinky promises? Are you five?’ He asks and you nudge him in the side, pushing your pinky finger closer to him.

‘Are you going to continue to make fun of me or take me up on my promise?’ You replied and once again Ekko could only see you, even the stars seemed to frame you perfectly so that he was forced to keep his eyes on you, at a loss for words as he takes in how naturally you looked right then and there before he linked his pinkie with yours.

‘Deal.’ He said as he felt his body become warm upon seeing you beam brightly, your pinky tightening on his.

‘Ekko.’ Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts and his tinkering as he looked over at you, the emotions he felt when reminiscing about your shared past only seemed to be amplified upon seeing you; You weren’t wearing anything ingesting in particular, just your usual attire and his coat that you had stolen from him that very morning, much to Scar’s silent amusement.

Ekko would use the excuse that you’d always stole his clothes whenever Scar tried to gauge just what you were to him, and while that was true Ekko didn’t mind the sight he got whenever you stole off of him, it left a warmth within his chest that he wanted to experience for as long as he could before going back to being leader. A memory that he engraved in his head countless times and yet the sight of you in his coat never fails to make him take a double take at you, feeling that warmth spread throughout his chest as a soft smile graced his lips, he just couldn’t tear his beautiful eyes away from you even if he tried.

‘You okay there boy wonder? Seems like you’ve lost your tongue there.’ You add lightheartedly as you walked further into his room, stopping just when you were beside him, instinctively resting your hand upon his shoulder and squeezing it like you always did when you felt he needed a bit of comfort.

Ekko’s smile widens as he looked back at what he had been making the entire time his head was elsewhere, not wanting you to see what he could only assume was the look of a lovesick boy upon his face, only to see that he had made what looked like something a man deep in love would make with his eyes closed.

It was a forget me not flower.

You raised a brow. ‘You making flowers now Ekko?’ Your voice once again sliced through the silence as he looks at his creation, remembering what you had said those flowers in particular represented; remembrance, devotion, a vow to remember a love that will never be forgotten or lost to time. It was the perfect flower to represent his own feelings towards you but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to give it to you just yet, whether it’s be a rare feeling of shyness or the idea that one flower wasn’t enough to give to you when you deserved a bouquet of them, whichever it was or even both Ekko still wasn’t quite sure wha to lead with.

‘ I guess I am, maybe I should open up shop and start making more of these instead.’ He tries to joke back but the sudden sheepish feeling within his chest made it seem forced, his eyes kept flickering towards you then back to the flower, then back to you again to gauge your feelings through your eyes.

‘It’s beautiful.’ You said softly as you silently asked if you could reach for it, only to have him gesture with his head for you to take it from him.

‘Just like you then.’ Ekko murmured under his breath.

‘What was that?’ You looked to him and Ekko’s eyes went back down to his workbench, his cheeks aflame as he internally fights with himself to say something, after all being this uncharacteristic was only going to send you the wrong message since you were that good in reading him.

‘Nothing, you were imaging things again.’ He shrugged, hoping you’d reply with a sarcastic laugh or something, but you didn’t and before he knew what was going on you were kneeling next to him with concern shining in your eyes. ‘Ekko.’ You say lowly, making him swallow thickly as his eyes lingered on your lips, liking the way his name sounded coming through them. ‘What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.’ You continued as your eyes scoured his face for potential answers for your concern, moving your hand from his shoulder to hold his cheek instead, stroking it.

The feelings were killing Ekko at this point and you being as close as you were to him didn’t help one bit, especially not when he found himself resting his head against yours, closing his eyes as he breathed you in. Forehead touches weren’t something you were deprived of, no you and Ekko touched foreheads often as it was the biggest sign of affection a zaunite could give to one another, but this felt different then the others times in a way that made your heart sing. ‘Ekko?’ You asked again.

‘I’m fine.’ He says in a soft voice, ‘more than fine really.’ He adds as he opens his eyes to look into your own, giving you a sheepish but boyish smile.

You furrowed your brows as you lifted your pinky. ‘Promise?’ You replied and Ekko couldn’t help but chuckle and bring his pinky to interlock with yours, squeezing it reassuringly. ‘Promise, if I had something on my mind I will tell you first.’ He tells you, not liking the fact that he was keeping his truest feelings from you but he didn’t know what else he could do in that moment, he was tripping over his own words and everything as his mind was trying to convey a few simple words that his heart had been feeling for far longer then he had recognised.

He’d tell you how he felt for you soon as he watched you walk out of his room before burring his head into his hands, just not yet. He runs his hands down his face, only to stop in his tracks when he remembers that you still have the forget me not flower he made, never once giving it back to him almost as if you were under the pretended that it was made with you in mind; well it was but was he really that obvious? Could you read him that well? All these questions only made Ekko groan in annoyance, damming himself for suddenly becoming a shy, smitten kitten whenever you were near.

He’d get the words out…sooner or later.

[nickfowlerrr]

crystal clear and smudgy

pairing: personal trainer!lance tucker x curvy!reader / just a little tiny hint of bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. kinda established undefined relationship. no explicit smut but sexual content. talks of working out. just a little tiny hint of bucky x reader. steve rogers has a blink and you’ll miss it appearance. mentions of oral. some shades of degradation at the beginning. cursing. bits of fluff. mention of reader having a degradation and a praise kink. little ooc lance bc he’s way sweeter and a lot more bearable here than he is in the bronze 💀 not edited simply bc i didn’t want to edit it - apologies for any mistakes. if something needs to be tagged pls lmk!

words: 4k

notes: not expecting much interaction for this one but if you do so happen to give it a read, i’d love to know what you think! personally - i really loved writing this one ☺️ as always, reblogs and comments are more than welcome and so appreciated. thank you for reading! 🩵

“Let’s go, princess, one more set,” he orders, standing over you as you lay on the ground, collapsed and completely warn out by the last twelve reps. At this angle you could just lift your leg and hit him right where it hurts.

And he’d deserve it, too.

You’re distracted from the thoughts of kicking your own personal menace by the feeling of him kicking you. Right in your side. Not anywhere near close enough to hurt, but just enough to piss you off.

“Don’t fucking kick me,” you swat at him, “jackass.”

“You just gonna lay there and take it?” he challenges, walking further up your body so he’s standing over your chest now.

By the smirk that curves his lips, you can tell he’s about to say something else as your already hot body heats further under his burning gaze. He knows what he’s doing and you want to hate him for it.

He lifts a foot, holding eye contact with you as he brings it to your chest, pressing down with just enough of his weight to ensure that you can feel it as your mouth goes dry and your head goes empty.

“We both know how well you can take it,” he taunts, stepping just a little harder as your hands fly up to his shoe and push on his foot a bit as a stilted gasp - a gasp and not a moan - leaves you.

A moment later the chime sounds at the entrance of the gym, signaling the arrival of another. Lance’s smirk taunts you a second longer, that glimmer of mischief still twinkling in his eye before he steps over you.

Your eyes follow him as he leaves the weight room to greet whoever it is at the front desk. It’s a Wednesday so you know he isn’t coaching any gymnastic classes, and he stopped taking other clients on Wednesdays after the second time you found yourselves being…interrupted by an early arrival.

Wednesdays were now exclusively reserved for you.

You know how it sounds in your head, but you also know it’s really for no other reason than him wanting to get his dick wet without interruption.

At least that’s how it started, anyway.

After the second time you were almost caught, you refused his advances at the next session. You weren’t risking it. Lance, however, couldn’t have cared less if someone had walked in on you on your knees in front of him, his dick down your throat while you sucked him off. In fact, you’re almost certain he probably would’ve liked it. When he realized you were serious, he rolled his eyes and went to the front entrance, making a show of locking the door as you watched on. He got out his phone and texted his next client that he had to cancel before he came back over to you and shoved his phone in your face.

“There, happy now?” He asked before he tossed it next to you on the bench you were sitting on.

You just looked up at him and couldn’t get a word out before he was dragging you to the locker rooms. Happy maybe wasn’t the word you would have used, but surely satisfied. Especially after the way he fucked you in front of the big mirror across the room. Forcing you to look at yourself, to watch the way he used you, how he made you feel so good and so full of him, his lips pressed against your ear as he spoke the filthiest degradations, with sprinkles of praises when you squeezed his cock just right or made a certain sound that had him groaning deeply and squeezing your soft hips even tighter. And definitely after he fucked you again in the showers. It was slower that time; steamy and yet still rough, and god, just as fucking hot.

You went home with him that night.

And begrudgingly, every other Wednesday night since.

It’s become routine. You meet here, have your training session, and after that forty-five minute mark, it inevitably devolves into you two fucking around before Lance reminds you how much more comfortable his bed is compared to whichever surface you’ve found yourself being pressed against that night.

You assumed tonight would be like any other but as you hear Lance talking, and what sounds like two other men speaking in return, you get the feeling you’re wrong.

You briefly contemplate getting that one last set in before you shoot up, eyes wide at the realization of whose voice it is you’re hearing out there. No way, you think. Shouldn’t he have his own private gym at Stark Towers?

You get to your knees and crawl over to the window of the weight room, peaking your head just up enough to be able to see who it is out there.

You fucking knew it!

Of all the gyms in this city, he had to find his way to this one.

You can’t see his face, but you’d recognize that arm and that voice anywhere. Steve Rogers stands by him, gym duffle hooked over his shoulder as Lance says something you can’t quite hear about punching bags. You sink back down to the floor before any of the three men can spot you.

You don’t know why you feel so embarrassed but there’s a very strong urge threatening to take over you and see you bolting out the back door before anyone can say a word.

…That’s a lie, actually.

You do know why you’re so embarrassed. It’s not only the decision you made but the very real implications of what that decision means…

Because really, who in their right fucking mind would ever turn down a date with the Bucky Barnes?

No one! Never you.

And yet…you did.

You’ve been trying to avoid thinking about what feelings prompted your almost immediate no from the second the rebuff left your lips.

You’re single. You have every right to go out with anyone you so please. And yet, night after night, there’s only one man who runs through your every thought.

The same man who so shamelessly flirts back with any woman in his vicinity - and makes sure you see it every damn time. You always wonder if he can see the ire you try to hide burning in your gaze. If that’s what causes his smug smirk to spread when he spots you. That glimmer of mirth in his bright blue eyes. Ughhh.

The same man who sends you completely unsolicited selfies, thirst traps, and nudes nearly every damn day. If his texts weren’t so damn incessant, personalized, detailed and pointed, you’d almost wonder who else he sends those pictures to.

The same man who calls you whenever he’s bored. At first you thought he just wanted to hear the sound of his own voice, but lately you’ve been wondering if he just wants to hear yours.

The same man whose bed you’ve found yourself sleeping in nearly every damn night the past two weeks. The nights that have put to rest your wonder of who else he gets in his bed beside you.

The same man who -

Is standing right in front of you.

Your wide eyes blink up as you feel eyes on you. Three pairs.

You clear your throat and push yourself up to stand. Lance looks like he’s about to say something but Bucky’s voice cuts his off before he can get a word out. He says your name as a question and has not only yours, but Lance and Steve’s attention as well.

One of their brows furrowed a bit more significantly than the other.

You smile at him and titter nervously, “Hey, Bucky.”

“Hi,” he smiles back. “Steve, this is,” he gestures, providing him your name in introduction. “PR…Relations?” He says, trying to remember your job title again.

“Something like that, yeah,” you laugh.

“So I’ve heard. Nice to finally meet you,” Steve extends his hand to yours in a polite shake, a friendly smile of his own on his face.

“You too,” you say as you shake hands.

Lance says nothing as he crosses his arms over his chest, and you can feel his gaze heavy on you.

“So,” Bucky says as he takes a step closer to you while Steve turns to Lance expectantly. With a bit of what you might be reading into as reluctance, Lance finally peels his eyes off you and Bucky and starts toward the boxing area near the back of the large weight room. “It’s over here,” he leads him.

You’re now standing alone with Bucky, and yet you can feel Lance’s eyes on you still. You think you like it…

Maybe he’s getting a taste of his own medicine. Unlike him, though, you don’t plan on leading anyone on just to see if he’ll care. If that is, in fact, what he has been doing to see if he can get a response from you.

“You workout here often?” Bucky asks.

“Uhm, not really, no,” you laugh lightly. “I prefer home to here but Lance is my trainer,” you nod in his direction, “we have a weekly session.”

“Oh, nice. We’ve heard good things about this place, wanted to come check it out. It usually closes early on Wednesdays, right? We had to call and set this up.”

“Yeah, it’s normally closed around six,” you say, “lucky you guys’ll have a private session.”

“You do private sessions?”

“Hm?”

“Is that why you’re here, I mean? Private session?”

“Oh,” you can feel your skin burning, “uh, yeah. Mhm,” you nod, crossing your arms over your chest.

His lips tilt up at you and you can’t not return the smile as a little silence grows between you.

“Look, before I ask again, I want you to know that I can take no for an answer, I swear,” he says sincerely, looking into your eyes, “but uh, have you given any more thought to getting dinner?”

You take a stilted breath, your brows raising the slightest bit before you blink. You wet your lips before you force yourself to speak.

“I uhm,” you turn for half a second to glance back at Lance, finding his eyes still set on you before you return Bucky’s gaze once more, “I’m seeing somebody, actually. I kinda have been…I’m sorry, I should’ve told you that the first time. I just, uh, I. I wasn’t sure what we were- are,” you shake your head, feeling a bit flustered, “it’s a little complicated, uhm,” you let out a breathy laugh.

“No, please,” he shakes his head, “don’t be sorry. I get it. Complicated.” He rubs the back of his neck, his bicep bulging with the movement of his raised arm and the hem of his shirt lifting just a bit. Gooooooood.

You’ve said no to this god of a man twice now. Hell. You must really be in deep.

“Well, if complicated ever changes, you know how to reach me,” he offers with a light smile. You nod and give a soft one of your own.

Before Bucky has the chance to walk away, Lance is at your side, startling you a bit as you look over to him.

“You finished your last set?” He asks as Bucky looks between the two of you.

“Uh huh,” you nod. He knows you’re lying as he narrows his eyes at you but doesn’t call you out on it- for now at least.

“I gotta stay a little later tonight,” he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his keys. You watch as he takes his house key off the ring before he holds it out to you. “I’ll be home in an hour or two,” he says nonchalantly as you stare at the key dumbly for a long second before you finally reach to take it.

“Okay,” you murmur almost so quietly you barely hear yourself.

Bucky huffs a smirk to himself in realization before he speaks, “Well, it was good running into you. Have a good night. ‘M sure I’ll see you around again.”

“Yeah, you, too,” you breathe another smile of your own as Bucky passes, touching your arm briefly before making his way over to his friend.

You force yourself to then turn and face Lance completely, your wonder evident in your eyes at his actions. “You want me to-“

“Yeah,” he cuts you off. “You’re gonna end up there anyway, thought I’d save you the back and forth from your place to mine.”

Your eyes narrow at his attitude. You’re used to his cocky self assurance and the way every word seems to be laced with a taunt, but this isn’t that. He seems…you aren’t sure. But definitely off.

“I’m gonna end up there anyway?” You question, defiance and annoyance both nipping at you at once.

“Yes.” He readily supplies, taking a step closer to you, invading your space in a way you don’t normally mind when you’re alone.

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because that’s what this is.”

Oh god, you think. Maybe he heard you say you were seeing someone. Maybe he knew you were referring to him and maybe he doesn’t want you thinking this is anything more than sex. You’re not seeing someone. It’s not complicated. If you ignore the calls and texts and mid day and late night and early morning rendezvous and the cuddles and showers and pet names without malice or sarcasm reserved for only you, then yeah.

Yeah.

It’s just sex.

It’s not like either of you have ever said it’s anything else, you remind yourself.

You swallow down your embarrassment as your eyes flick toward your shoes. You spot your water and think to grab it and go. You don’t really have anything else to say. Just a lot to think about.

You don’t have time to do anything, though, before Lance’s hands come to hold your jaw, tilting your face up and forcing you to meet his eyes. They’re dark, his usual glint of taunting playfulness now gone. In its place is something much more heated, more serious. If you didn’t know better you might even say possessive…

“Because you’re mine,” he adds, voice deeper and lower as he takes another step to you. His eyes flash from your own to your lips and it’s not another second before he crashes his into yours, kissing you hard. His hands hold your head as he keeps you near him while you can do nothing but kiss him back. It’s not too long but still borderline desperate. You two don’t really kiss all too often and never this intently unless he has you stuffed full of him - and never have you kissed at all in front of anyone before.

Part of you knows he’s probably just putting on a show, wanting to prove something to who he perceives to be competition, and part of you doesn’t care. But a smaller part of you thinks maybe, just maybe, it’s not so much to prove something to Bucky - but to prove something to you.

You pull away after a second, but staying close enough to still breathe him in. You’re dazed and he knows it as that cocksure smirk spreads across his lips again after he looks into your shining eyes.

“Hydrate,” he tells you, letting you go. “I’ll stretch you out when I get home,” he winks, earning a gawked face from you as he starts to walk backwards over to the boxing side of the room. God, you pray they didn’t hear him say that. You chance a glance their way and see them already caught up in a sparring match, paying you and Lance no mind.

You see his slight annoyance at your preoccupation with what they might have heard and it makes you realize that this very random run in with Bucky might have changed the course of…whatever it is this situation has been. Is?

You have certainly never seen this side of Lance before. You again wonder what it means for him because you know well how he is.

This isn’t the time or place to figure it out, though. You give him another look and nod. “I’ll see you…then, then.”

You grab your water and go for your bag on the bench beside you, tossing the key he gave you in there and grabbing your own set to hold. You give him one more fleeting look before heading for the door, it’s like you’re trying to read his mind with every glance and you are getting absolutely nothing.

-

It’s not far from the gym to his place and you’re there within fifteen minutes. It’s a little weird unlocking his door and walking into the empty home, but you’ve been here frequently enough to not feel entirely out of place.

You refill your now empty bottle with the water from his water cooler and drink some more as you set your bag down on the couch.

You don’t know how you should wait for him, or what he’s expecting, but you’re sweaty and he’s not currently here on top of you distracting you from that fact, so you decide on a shower.

You head to his bathroom and strip down before grabbing your towel - wait no, not your towel. It’s just the towel you tend to use when you shower here. You grab it from the shelf with the other folded towels and drape it over the towel bar near the shower. You start the water and let it run for a bit while it warms before you step in.

You grab your loofah - that you only keep there for emergencies - and wash with your body wash. Again, emergencies. Once you’re clean and refreshed, you let yourself enjoy the warmth of the water gently beating down on you. And you let your mind wander.

‘Because you’re mine.’

Lance’s voice runs through your mind and sends a feeling through your body like no other. He’s never said that before. So definitely. So serious. And that kiss…

You take a deep breath and try to relax some more.

The more you think, the harder it is to deny.

God, you really are here all the damn time. And going over your daily routine you realize just how much Lance fits into it. You don’t know how you didn’t see it sooner, maybe you didn’t want to, but the truth is starting to creep up on you. This isn’t just sex.

But ah, can you really say that? All you two do when you’re around each other is fuck. You don’t think there’s been a single day you’ve spent with him that you didn’t do something sexual. So maybe…maybe you’re wrong.

Maybe it’s more of a friends with benefits type thing? You’re certainly past the point of just being fuck buddies.

But friends doesn’t feel entirely right either.

You know now, and truthfully you probably knew after getting asked out by Bucky the first time, that this is more than any of that.

You feel things for him. Things that aren’t just sexual attraction or kinship.

You don’t find yourself wondering what your friends are doing at random times of the day, smiling to yourself at the prospect of seeing them soon, no… Only with him.

You don’t find yourself craving the warmth or hold of your friends when you crawl into bed at night… Just him.

You don’t get butterflies when your friend’s contacts show up on your phone with a new message or a call… Only with him.

You don’t feel the way about your friends that you do about him.

You love your friends, yeah. But it’s not the way you-

You stop yourself before you can finish the thought.

You turn off the water and grab the towel off the bar outside the shower door.

You wrap yourself up and dry off best you can before walking out to his bedroom.

Realizing you might want to commit to a real relationship with someone and declaring that you might possibly be in love with them are two very different things. And you’re still not sure you’re ready to do the former, let alone the latter.

Do you really need to do this? To address it at all? You don’t think so. No. You don’t think you will.

So what if it is just sex? It’s been working for you both so far. You can’t deny you have feelings deeper than that for him, but you really don’t want to talk about it tonight. Maybe ever, you think petulantly.

Here’s the facts:

One, you think you really like Lance. Like, like like.

Two, you know you don’t want to get involved with anyone else - including, just as a reminder, Bucky fucking Barnes. Which again, is insane to admit.

And three, label or not, you can’t argue with him. He was right.

You’re his.

You sigh and resign yourself to the bubble of discontent sitting deep in your stomach. You’re so over it.

You think about grabbing something from his kitchen to eat but decide you really don’t have an appetite for anything. You forgo clothes, sure you’ll be rid of anything you put on when Lance gets home anyway, and get into his bed.

The second your head hits the pillow, exhaustion hits you full force. You’re beat. You try to fight it for a few minutes but eventually lose out and fall asleep in the blink of an eye. Lance’ll wake you up when he gets home.

-

It’s a tickle along your side that rouses you lightly. Your eyes open so slightly, still thick with sleep as you notice the darkenedness of the room. You’re groggy but you feel his featherlight touch again, ghosting from around your bottom, over your bare hip, and trailing up your side. You know it’s him. You’ll work through your sleep in a second, you tell yourself.

You wonder if he knows you woke up; he’s being so quiet. And he’s keeping his touch so soft. He’s laying beside you as you’re turned into him, laying on your side. You still don’t have the energy to move, still half asleep.

You make a little noise as his touch tickles up your side again and you shift into him further. You’re surprised as he shushes you and pulls you in closer. You can feel him looking down at you in the near blackened room as your face is now in his chest.

You let out a soft, sleepy moan as he gently fondles your tit in his hand, squeezing lightly, just feeling you as his thumb brushes over your peaking nipple. Your brows furrow as you turn into him to be closer and another delicate sound slips past your lips. You’re hushed again as he rescinds his touch, dragging his hand back down your body once more.

You rest a hand on his chest as you relax further into him. His hand finds its place on your thick thigh, moving your leg to rest across him.

He’s bare under the sheets, you feel him. He’s half hard and you’re expecting him to slip inside you any moment.

“Been thinking about you all damn day. Driving me fuckin’ crazy,” he seems to grouse to himself as he whispers aloud, pulling you closer yet. His skin seems a little damp and you can smell his soap. He must’ve showered.

You almost force yourself to open your eyes but you’re stopped by the feeling of Lance’s lips pressing softly against your temple as he hugs you into him. He always claims it’s you who searches him out in the middle of the night to cuddle into him, but clearly he plays a part in the way you always seem to wake up tangled in one another, too.

“Lance,” you murmur sleepily, unable to open your eyes if you’d wanted to.

“Shhh,” he hushes. “Don’t talk, just sleep.”

You don’t argue, you just turn more into him; content to do just that.

But you’re even more surprised when not very long after you both settle, you feel his breathing even out as he falls completely asleep with you in his arms.

No sex.

Hmm.

This, whatever it is…

It’s complicated.

Clearly.

But clearly, it’s not that complicated.

[angelbaby-fics]

Thanksgiving (Pt. 1)

Pairing: Stucky X Reader (mostly Steve in this part!)

Word Count: 500

A/N: Surprise! I am so so thankful for all of you guys for sticking around the past nearly 3 years! And if you're new around here, I'm thankful for you too!! So I just wanted to show my thanks with a little 2 parter, and also maybe if you had a rough day this could provide some comfort as well 💕

“No no NO! Not goin’!” You cried, running to your room and slamming the door behind you. The sleeves of your festive sweater were damp with tears as you threw yourself to the floor, burying your face in your arms. You don’t know how long you stayed there, or how long you were crying; all you knew was that you weren’t going to get up, no matter how much your daddies bribed you. There was nothing on this earth that could convince you to go to the Thanksgiving party. 

When a soft knock came upon your bedroom door, you ignored it. Maybe they’d forget you were there and go to the party without you, getting you off the hook for the evening. Fat chance, you were the apple of both your daddies’ eyes and at the front of their minds every minute of the day. 

“I’m gonna come in, okay?” You heard Steve say, but you still didn’t answer. “Baby? I wanna hear you say okay.” 

As much as you wanted to stay stubborn, you appreciated the way your caregivers respected your boundaries, not wanting to enter your space without your consent. You gave a weak moan in response, and Steve opened the door just enough to shimmy inside before closing it behind him. You thought you’d lost the fight, any second now you’d feel his arms around your middle, lifting you into his inescapable grasp, but instead as you listened for his footsteps approaching you, you heard them stop by your side. Suddenly, Steve was on the ground with you, stomach to the floor, head cradled in his arms, facing you with a commiserating smile. 

“Can I tell you a secret angel?” He asked when he noticed you looking at him. “I don’t wanna go either.”

“You don’t?” You asked. “Nope!” “But you love Uncle Tony’s parties!” Usually Bucky was the one in your corner when you wanted out of a social occasion, while Steve was more the type to show up early to help set up. “I do. But you know what I love more? You and Bucky. I wish we could just have Thanksgiving dinner at home, just us family.” “Me too.”

“But I promised Tony we’d come say hi. You remember how much it hurts your feelings when someone breaks a promise, right?”

You thought to yourself, about times when Peter swore you’d get the next turn on the swings or when Loki promised to let you win at tag. “Yeah… feels sad.” You nodded.

“Especially on a holiday too, huh? Tony and Pepper did a lot to prepare for tonight, it wouldn’t be very nice of us if we didn’t at least say hello.”

“Yeah,” you thought, “I wanna say hello.”

Steve got up from the ground, dusting off his pants before reaching down to pick you up. He propped you up in one arm, wiping your tears with his free hand. He smoothed your hair, looking into your eyes with a smile. 

“Alright babydoll, let's do this.”

[reallife6anoufriev6boy6]

caldre smut fic

includes spanking, praise, degradation, daddy kink, andre being overly worried, etc.

note: this came from a post and then my boyfriend found the full video, so i decided to write this….enjoy your slop/j

calvin was situated over andres lap while he sat on his bed, jeans pulled down to his knees to show his grey boxers.

cal had wanted to try something different this time around, but andre was hesitant.

it was weird to put it simply and he didnt want to hurt his boyfriend. although, theyve done a lot worse - even before they established they were dating.

so, nonetheless he still tries.

“just do it, ‘dre. itll be fine,” cal reassures him, looking back at him “im *asking* you to do it, arent i?”

andre slowly nodded “well, yeah, but i dont want to - you know, hurt you.”

the blonde smiled, enjoying all of the others worry and care “thats the point though, andre. its supposed to hurt.”

hes not wrong, it was supposed to hurt. he just didnt want to get too carried away and hurt him *too* badly.

calvin seems to know what hes thinking, so he adds “i trust you. i know you wont make it too bad.”

with that andre lets out a sigh, flexing his hands to let his knuckles crack “if it hurts too bad youll tell me, yeah?”

calvin quickly nodded, too eager to worry about that sort of thing. he liked how much andre cared, but sometimes it would get in the way of things.

however, the brunette finally gets on with it, trusting that cal will tell him if it becomes too much for him.

andre lays his hand flat over calvins ass, lifting it before bringing it right back down. it wasnt anything too hard at first, but it wasnt too soft either.

cal lets out a short squeak, burying his face into the bedsheets. it felt good although it wasnt exactly the roughness he was looking for.

he brings his hand up again and then back down, taking note of the way the others body seemed to jolt.

he does it a third time and then a forth, now being able to feel cals erection hard against his thigh.

“do it - a little harder, please, andre.” he begged, voice muffled from the bed sheets. he *needed* it to be as hard and rough as possible.

andre hesitated again though, but ultimately obliged - he brought his hand down harder this time which pulls a whiny moan out of his boyfriend.

“was that alright?” he asked, wanting to make sure he was doing it how he wanted him to.

“yeah - god, yeah, ‘dre. keep doing it like that *please.*” his eagerness and begging seemed to take a toll on him. it was always one of the things that got to him.

andre hits him even harder, reveling in the cry he gets in return. its beautiful, really, he thought all the noises cal made were gorgeous.

he gets ready to do it again, but is interrupted by feeling the other grind down against his thigh. it makes his breath hitch and he gets an idea - an idea he has no clue if calvin will like or not, but he does it anyway.

andre slams down his hand twice as hard, getting an even louder cry from cal “dont fucking grind against me unless i tell you otherwise, alright?”

the blonde is ecstatic as soon as he says that - he loves when andre is dominant and can use his naturally commanding tone for something like this.

“yeah - yes, sir - daddy, ah, fuck,” it comes out in a string of nonsense, but hes able to catch onto what he says and it makes his erection strain against his pants.

he doesnt reply though and just lays another slap down, listening to the moaning and whining.

he decides though that he wants to change this up a little bit.

he takes a moment to pull down calvins grey boxers, exposing him fully now. he doesnt seem to mind it - only letting out a whimper from the lack of touch.

andre gives him what he wants again though, flattening out his hand once more and hitting him.

it hurts more now without the barrier and cal lets it show, pressing his hips down as if to move away from the other.

the brunette takes notice and lays down an even harsher hit “i thought you wanted this, calvin? did you change your mind?”

cal cant get over the way he says his name, whimpering again as he shook his head, but that wasnt good enough. he lets out a yelp as hes hit once again.

“yeah - i do, i want it, sir,” it comes out, almost stuttery “please - im sorry.”

andre hummed, letting his hand rest over his ass as he rubbed at the mark already starting to form “tell me how much you want it, cal.”

the blonde swallowed hard, but does his best to answer “so, so bad, ‘dre. i - i wanna feel your hands on me,” he yelped as he was cut off by another slap, but he continued “please, daddy - shit, it feels so good.”

andre wasnt sure if he was dreaming or not. this was too good to be true and he couldnt get enough of it.

he then grabbed a fistful of his silky blonde hair, yanking his head up to look at him.

there were *tears* streaking down his face and there was spit covering his mouth and chin.

he hadnt even realized he started crying and he wants to ask if hes okay - if this was getting to be too much for him, but his boyfriend already knew what he was going to say, so he gives him a short, subtle nod for him to continue.

thats all he needed.

“are you sure thats what you want?,” he questioned, yanking his head back a little further “you want me to keep hurting you like youre some *slut?*”

the blonde nodded eagerly, sniffling “please, please daddy. i need it so fucking bad - you have no idea.”

he lets go of his hair and gets ready to continue, but the other is confused when he doesnt get right back to it.

however, his confusion turns to excitement when he hears andre unbuckling his belt and sliding it out of the loops on his pants.

andre holds both ends and doesnt hesitate to smack it right down against him, hearing the string of sounds and sobs it earns.

he does it again and again - continuing to do it over and over again while he watched the area turn a pretty shade of pink and red.

it was beautiful. he thought calvin looked like an angel no matter what they were doing - even if it something as dirty as this.

“oh, oh ‘dre,” he moaned, digging his nails into the bed sheets “you gotta let - let me do it, daddy. oh, you have to.” its obvious what he means and he figured it wouldnt hurt to let him.

“only if you can behave - dont hump me like some damn dog.” before he can even finish his sentence, he was already grinding down against him like earlier. it felt good to finally relieve the pain.

at this point the blonde was panting like a dog, grinding down against andres thigh so hard that his jeans were starting to irritate his cock, but he makes no effort to stop him.

“oh, fuck, fuck - you, you gotta let me cum, daddy, please-“ it comes out in a sob - so desperate and needy to get himself off no matter what.

andre doesnt have a reason not to let him, so he agreed “yeah, go ahead, cal.” he says it all soft, contrasting from his earlier tone.

calvin takes that and grinds his hips down just about as hard as he could while andre takes the opportunity to lay another hit or two on him.

it was only a moment later that he was cumming all over his thigh with a high pitched moan - moaning andres name as loud as he could, just for him to hear.

its music to his ears, he thinks. all of this was perfect.

calvin is exhausted by the time hes finished, letting himself lay on andres lap while he comes down from his high.

the brunette sets the belt down and placed his hand back over the marks, rubbing over them gently again “that was really good.” he says it, sounding embarrassed for even being into it.

calvin lets out a breathless laugh, finding it cute how embarrassed he seemed to be.

he managed to sit up after a moment, trying to get over the stinging pain in his body “you did good too, ‘dre. youre the best at this,” he compliments him, leaning in to give him a quick kiss before pulling away “im so lucky to have you.”

the contrast between his words and what they did was amusing, but andre didnt care. he just smiled as his face warmed up.

although before he can comment, cals already looking down at his pants.

“oh, andre, your pants,” he tries to hold back his laughter “youre too easy.”

he gives him a confused look, but when he looks down he becomes about a hundred times more embarrassed. there was a wet spot right over his front, obviously from cumming himself.

“goddamnit,” he hissed under his breath “ruined my damn jeans.”

“they were already ruined anyway,” he gestured to the more obvious white spot that was from cal rather then himself “you can just borrow mine, i dont care.”

cal could say he was lucky all he wanted, but at the end of the day andre was even luckier then him.

“thanks, man,” he sighed “do you need me to do anything for you? you know - because…” he was still worried he had hurt him too much, but his boyfriend was quick to reassure him again.

“im fine, andre. dont worry so much,” he smiled as he wiped away the remaining tears in his eyes, face now tacky and dry “you did great.”

he finds it hard to believe him, but he forces himself to anyway.

“im allowed to worry, cal. youre my - uh, shit…” his voice trails off, not being able to say the word. it was all still so new so he didnt want to mess up and say the wrong thing.

“just because im your *boyfriend* now doesnt change anything,” he says it for him “im still the same person.”

he placed his hand on the side of his face, kissing him again. the other quickly reciprocated and leaned into it.

“i love you, ‘dre.”

“i love you too, cal.”

[madhatterbri]

Survivor Series | D.P.

Summary: Reader has feelings for Damian and vice versa. She wants to see him win at Survivor Series (I do too. LOL). So she will stop at nothing to help him. Gunther overhears her, telling Bianca and Jade her plans. He enlists the help of Tiffany Stratton to attack her, and in the process, Tiffany injures the reader and makes Damian madder than ever. He threatens Gunther he is going to pay at Survivor Series. But before then, he takes care of the reader, and at Survivor Series, he wins (fingers crossed), and the reader still hurts but does not let that stop her from coming to congratulate him in the middle of the ring. He is happy to be celebrating with the reader and kisses her in the middle of the ring.

Requested by: Anonymous

Happy Survivor Series day, babes. ❤️

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Pain shot down her arm as Y/N looked at her assailant. Blonde hair with eyes that showed not a single thought was running behind them. Tiffany Stratton.

"Your friends aren't going to win Survivor Series, and your little boyfriend is going to get put on the shelf," Tiffany pouted. She dropped to her knees as Y/N rested against the wall behind her. Little Miss Money in the Bank tapped Y/N's cheek.

"Why?" Y/N grunted in pain. She held her arm close to her chest. Every movement made Y/N grit her teeth in pain. "I never had anything to do with you,"

"As a veteran, you should know this by now. The walls here have eyes and ears. Gunther sent me here after your little chat with Bianca and Jade. Not very smart of you," she sighed and shrugged. Tiffany turned her attention to the hurt arm. "You should probably get that checked out,"

Before Y/N could speak, a deeper voice interrupted.

"What's going on?"

Y/N's heart fluttered when she saw Damian. The Puerto Rican glared at Tiffany, yet his eyes softened when he saw Y/N. His temper and impatience got the best of him.

"You hard of hearing or want me to ask in Spanish? ¿Qué pasó?" He asked.

Tiffany rolled her eyes. "Nothing. I'm just leaving a message for Gunther. See ya, around,"

The blonde grabbed her pink suitcase and walked away.

Damian cursed as he looked at her arm. He placed a hand over his mouth and muttered.

"I told Bianca and Jade a plan to help you win against Gunther at Survivor Series. Please don't be mad at me," she explained the plan.

"Y/N, I appreciate what you did, but you shouldn't have gotten involved. I would have never wanted you hurt,"

"I need to get to medical. Can you please find someone to help me?" She asked.

"I'm taking you to medical. This is all my fault," he answered.

"No, D, don't worry about me. Your match with Gunther," she paused when he leaned down to help her up.

"You are more important to me than Gunther," he told her.

A series of ows escaped her as he helped her up. Tears flowed freely by the time she stood up. There was no easing the pain. Not without medical intervention.

On their way to medical, they walk past Gunther. He feigns shock that Y/N is injured.

"Oh no. Did she talk her way into another situation?" He asked.

Damian glared at him. "At our match at Survivor Series, if you make it to Survivor Series, I am going to tear you piece by piece,"

Gunther laughed. "I'm not counting on it,"

The days leading up to Survivor Series felt like a blur. The only constant was Damian.

He was around for everything and helped whenever she needed it. The feelings for him intensified. Little did she know, he was feeling the same way.

Damian was able to win at Survivor Series. The South of Heaven proved too much for the Ring General. The Puerto Rican stood in the middle of the ring with a huge smile on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Y/N coming down the ramp.

"You shouldn't be here!" He told her. The stubborn woman continued up the stairs. He sighed and stretched out the ropes for her. Y/N was careful not to let her arm get caught in the ropes. "Okay, you have to go back,"

Damian may have wanted her to leave, but he was happy to celebrate with her. His heart pounded in his chest once her hand grabbed his. She walked them to the middle of the ring and raised his hand in victory.

When she dropped his hand to walk away, he grabbed her hand once more. Damian pulled her close. Their eyes locked in on one another. The crowd started to chant kiss around them.

The audience erupted the moment Damian pressed his lips to her. Their eyes fluttered closed as everything seemed to melt away.

[torturedlexdepartment]

Sorry

Rafe Cameron x reader

Author's note: again, I apologize 💀

Warnings: ANGST, breaking up

Summary: after a year of trying to force feelings, you decide to finally break it off with Rafe

I stared down at my phone as I sat at the foot of my bed. Seven missed calls and an unfeasible amount of text messages from Rafe. I knew it was a bad idea to have the “this isn’t working anymore” conversation through text, but I was a coward. I didn’t want to have to look him in the face and explain myself. And now that he was blowing me up, I just wanted to run and hide.

I was just about to shut my phone off when I heard the sound of a truck pulling up outside. My worst damn nightmare. I should have figured Rafe would show up at my house the second I started ignoring him. I had known the man my entire life, how did I not think of this? I watched him out my window as he climbed up my steps and pounded on my front door. My car was outside so there was no denying that I was home. I sighed deeply before meeting him at my door.

“What the fuck Y/N? You can’t send that text then ghost me.” He pushed past me and I closed the door. I stayed turned away from him, not wanting to see his eyes beaming on me but I could still feel them. “Are you going to explain to me what you meant?” Tears started to well in my eyes and he spun me around to face him. His whole demeanor softened and he brought his hands up to rest on my cheeks.

“I just don’t think we should be together anymore.”

“Why?” I could tell he was trying to stay calm and collected and it just made this whole situation more impossible for me to bare..

“I just think we are better as friends.” He huffed as he stared down at me.

“All of a sudden? Out of nowhere Y/N?” What he didn’t realize is that these feelings of mine were not all of a sudden. I had always kind of felt this way. We have been friends for years and when he confessed his feelings for me, I thought I owed this a real shot. I thought I could fall for him and lord knows I tried. But how could I love him when I couldn’t love myself?

“I’ve always felt this way, Rafe.” He took a step back from me. I knew my words stung.

“Y/N, we’ve been together for over a year.” I closed my eyes, not wanting to let the tears start trailing down my face.

“I know and I’m sorry, okay. I tried.”

“You tried? What does that even mean? You could have said something after a month or two Y/N.” He started pacing around my living room with his hands up in the air, sometimes running them through his hair. I hated that I was making him feel this way. I could feel his fear and anxiety and it made me feel one hundred times worse.

“I tried to give us a real shot. I’m so sorry, okay.” He barely let me finish before he questioned me.

“You don’t love me?” I felt frozen in place. I didn’t want to lie but there was no way to answer this question without hurting us both more.

“I care about you and you mean the world to me, Rafe.” I tried to walk up to him, to comfort him. I reached for him but he pushed my hands away.

“Answer the question Y/N, because you know I love you more than fucking anything.” I took a deep breath. I didn’t want this conversation to have to go down this path but it was the only way he was going to get it.

“Rafe, you don’t even know me.” He stopped pacing and snapped his head to look right at me. He looked at me like I was a crazy person and I’d be lying if I tried to say I didn’t start feeling like one.

“I’ve known you since we were kids so how exactly does that make sense?”

“You know what I want you to know.” I was running out of ways to try and explain myself. I wished he could have just accepted what I wanted and left me alone.

“What does that even mean Y/N?”

“You know the parts that I’ve allowed you to see, gotten as close as I’ve allowed you to. You don’t know everything okay. I’ve barely allowed you to scratch the surface. And if we keep going with this, I’m going to let you dig deeper and then you’ll see the real me, and I can’t let it happen.” I finally allowed myself to be vulnerable with someone and I hated the feeling.

“Y/N, you’re crazy if you think that after all this time that anything you say is going to scare me off. I already see you regardless of what lies you’re trying to tell yourself.” I was getting unbelievably frustrated. He wasn’t going to stop.

“Look, you deserve someone that doesn’t have to question how they feel, someone who knows what they want.” I didn’t realize that he was walking over to me until I stopped talking and looked up. He leaned down to kiss me and I pushed him away angrily. “Don’t do that!” He was trying to convince me and I refused to let him change my mind. It didn’t matter how much I cared about him or how much I wished this could work.

“Y/N will you just stop?” He pleaded.

“I don’t love you, Rafe. Not the same way. And I don’t think I ever can.” As I said the words, I could literally see the light leave his eyes. He looked down at the floor and held his tongue. He was fighting back tears that he didn’t want me to see. We both stood there silently for a few moments before he walked past me, right out the door. I found myself aching to say something, but there was nothing left to say.

I walked over to my window and watched him speed off out of my driveway and out of my life. The only relief I had was knowing that he was now free for someone else to love. And one day I’ll stop wishing that it could have been me.

[demonsslayersstuff]

Love Language JJK Men x Fem Reader

Description: Head Canons/ short drabbles on how the JJK men show their love to reader

Characters: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Higuruma, and Geto

Warnings: Fluff, slightly suggestive content. Smut (Choso) Any other warnings will be labeled with each character

A/N: Hey guys I am sorta back. It is still a busy time for me, but I did want to get some writings out, so hopefully you will be treated with two writings this week. As always thanks for the support, hope you all have a good week! Will proofread and add it to the master list tomorrow, but wanted to post it now!

Satoru Gojo:

This guy gives me physical touch and acts of service. As much as I wish that Gojo is quality time, realistically he is just too busy, so he makes up for it in others ways

When you all are together, his hands are on you constantly. Your hips, your ass, your boobs; his hands will be there. If Gojo has the time off to be with you, don’t expect to be going out much. He is too busy keeping you in his favorite place (i.e the bed)

When he can’t be around you physically he is going to be doing other things to make it known he cares about you. Maybe he makes you your favorite cup of coffee or tea in the morning before he leaves. Or maybe stops by a bakery to get you your favorite treat

Though his schedule is demanding, if Gojo loves you, he is going to make sure you feel his love

“Sato”, you murmur as his strong slender arms encircle your waist, forcing you back down into the bed. “Don’t leave”, he whines sleepily, fingers tightening on your hip bone. “I need to pee, I’ll be back in less than two minutes”, you say with a light chuckle. You hear a deep sigh from your partner before his grip relents. “Less than two minutes love”, Gojo grumbles. You make good on your word and zip in and out of the bathroom in under two minutes. The moment you slip back underneath the covers, he pulls you flush against him, his face nestling into the crook of your neck. “I missed you”, he moans, his hot breath fanning your collar bone as his hands freely roam all over your body. “I wasn’t gone that long” you chide him before giving him a soft peck. “Stay”, he pleads, half joking, half serious. With the way he had you pinned to the mattress, you knew you wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. “I’ll stay as long as you want me Sato”, you tell him. He shifts his body, face now hovering above yours. “Always, I want you always”, Gojo mumbles before his lips capture yours, effectively ending the conversation for the time being.

Kento Nanami:

Hands down, Nanami is the type of guy to be all five types of the love languages. I’ve said it before and I will say it again, he is top husband material. That being said, I feel like he provides more quality time and words of affirmation than the others

If he is busy with work, expect good morning, afternoon, and sometimes good evening texts. He doesn’t do it in a possessive way, he simply wants to let you know that you are on his mind

Anytime he is away from work and you are not busy, you two will be together. Whether it’s watching a movie together, grocery shopping, or even doing separate things in the same room together

You are his number one priority, he is going to make sure that you feel cared for and loved

“Darling?”, you hear your partner call as the front door closes, indicating he was finally home from work. “In the kitchen”, you reply as you finish cleaning up the mess you had made to make dinner. You turn around just as Nanami walks in, pulling you into a warm embrace, “Hey there”, he murmurs, giving you a soft peck. “Hi”, you respond, “How was your work?”, you continue, pulling away from the embrace to check on the food. “Same as usual, do you have any plans this weekend?”, Nanami questions as he moves to sit down at the table. “As of right now no, why? You want to hangout?”, you question cheekily. You hear a tired chuckle fall from his lips, “Is it a crime to want to spend time with my future wife?”, he questions back, causing your cheeks to burn. “No”, you murmur before plating the food and sitting down. “Then it’s settled, you and me for the next forty-eight hours”, Nanami says with a smile. “I’d like that a lot”, you respond before an easy silence falls across the room, the both of you happy to be in each other’s presence.

Choso Kamo: (Smut: fingering, P in V)

This boy is big on physical touch and quality time. Obviously you both have lives to live, but if he has the opportunity to keep you tied up in bed, that’s where you are going to be

I feel Choso needs to be touching you at all times when the two of you are around each other. Whether it’s holding your hand, or waist, his hands will be on you nearly 24/7. He is a bit possessive, so expect him touching you a lot

When he is not at work, he’s with you. While Choso is not going to be the type of guy to limit your time with your friends and what not, he does want/ expects to be your priority when both of you are free

He is not use to “human” relationships, however Choso seems to be very sensitive and caring towards the people he loves. That being said, expect to always be his number one priority, you will be cared for by this man

“Baby”, you moan as his hips rut up into yours. “I need to get going, I told the others I’d be there by five”, you managed to huff out as Choso’s lips moved to your neck, littering it with wet kisses. “Thirty more minutes”, he moans as he grinds against you again. At this point, you weren’t sure you were going to make it, especially when you felt his harden member rub against your clothed core at just the right angle. “Cho-��, you start, but are quickly cut off with quick removal of your underwear, his fingers easily slipping inside of you. “Fuck, Cho”, you gasp as he quickly adds a second finger. “Let me have you”, he growls, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “Baby I made a promise”, you remind him. “Thirty minutes and I’ll pay for the dinner”, Choso says removing his fingers, licking them clean. “Okay, but let me make a quick call”, you start. Choso is quick yank out his thick member, pumping himself for a moment before lining himself up to your entrance. “No need, I messaged them about ten minutes ago”, he says gruffly before sinking into your tight hole. You don’t respond, brain already foggy with the feel of his dick inside of you. Needless to say, you were more than thirty minuets late.

Hiromi Higuruma:

This sexy lawyer turned Jujustu sorcerer gives me acts of service/ gift giving vibes. Similar to Nanami I could see him really hitting all five of the love languages, but acts of service would definitely be number one for him

He is busy with his work, but that is not going to stop him from taking care of you. I could see him doing things like switching over the load of laundry when he gets home late or doing an online grocery order for you when you are busy yourself

Higuruma strikes me as the guy to bring you a small gift whenever he wins a case. It could be flowers or your favorite dessert, whatever it is, its his way of saying thank you for putting up with my long hours

Though the two of you might not be able to spend as much time together as you want, Higuruma is willing to do anything and everything for the person he loves.

The ringing of the doorbell is what brings you back to reality. You quickly save your work before moving to open the door. “Please sign here Ma’am”, the delivery man tells you as you take in the medium sized box he was holding. With a quick signature and “Have a nice day”, the door was quickly closed as your curiosity grew. Just then your phone range and you knew who it was without looking at your caller ID. “Hiro, what have you sent me?”, you ask with laugh as the line connects. “Nothing too crazy, just wanted my beautiful wife to know that she is loved”, he tells you. “Darling”, you say, tone soft. You put the phone on speaker as you move to open the box, revealing a carefully packaged, but stunning black dress. “Hiro”, you gasp. “You like it? I had it made just for you. I’ll be home in two hours and I expect it to be on”, he says. “For what purpose?’, you question, eyes still overlooking the garment. “You’ll find out, see you soon love”, Higuruma says before the line disconnects. You knew with his tone that you were in for a long night.

Geto Suguru:

For some reason he gives me words of affirmation and quality time vibes. I really see him as the the type of guy to take a day off of “work” just to spend the day with you

Similar to Nanami, expect little check in messages throughout the day. He understands that you might be busy with work, but he wants you to know that you are on his mind

When he has free time, he is spending it with you. He does try to have a healthy balance, but truth be told, Geto would rather be by your side 24/7, so if he the option, he’s choosing you over his friends

While Geto might not be big on the other love languages, he will make it know through his words that he loves you. With him, you’ll never feel unsure about his feelings because he will tell you straight up

“There you are”, Geto says as he softly pads into the living room. “When I woke up, you weren’t there” he continues as he moves to sit down next you. “Sorry darling, I had some work I needed to finish up and I did not want to disturb you”, you respond, taking the time to give him a soft smile, pausing your work briefly. “No worries, I understand, I’m happy to just be here with you”, Geto tells you. “Give me five more minuets and then I promise I’ll be all yours”, you say before turning your focus back to your work. “Take your time, I’ll be here”, he responds, reaching to grab a book from the shelf behind the couch. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, both content with doing your own thing, knowing the other was close by.

A/N: Anyone notice the little snippet for the upcoming Higuruma fic ;)

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Calm Before The Storm

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: angst, trichotillomania, hurting yourself, fluff at the end

Request by @bee-1n-space: I was hoping you could possibly write a Drabble or one-shot about a fem reader that has trichotillomania, a hair pulling disorder. I have it and I tend to pull my eyebrow and eyelashes :( I was thinking a story with Jensen, possibly after reader has a hard or anxiety inducing con (if an actress) or moment and he helps her. Or if that doesn’t work, one with Dean after a hard or failed hunt!

Summary: Trichotillomania affects about ten million Americans which ranges from not that bad to severe. You’re not sure where you fall on that spectrum, but it’s safe to say that you’ve got it bad. You try not to trigger your disorder but sometimes you can’t help it. The one person you can always count on is Jensen. He makes the urges go away even for only a moment.

Square Filled: “I love everything about you. Even the things I don't like, I love. And I want you with me. I love you and I think you love me too. Do you?” (2022) for @spnquotebingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Something like a convention isn’t normally your scene. You’d never go to one of these alone much less with someone else. The only reason why you’re going to this one is because your best friend is asking you to. You’d do anything for Jensen even if it means going to a place that will definitely trigger your anxiety.

Before you were diagnosed, you didn’t understand why you were pulling your hair out of your head whether that be from your head or face. It's an urge that you can’t control. It was only when you got to high school that you were diagnosed with trichotillomania, a hair-pulling disorder. Your eyelashes were the target of your disorder until you turned to your eyebrows before settling on your hair. You have balding spots that you cover with bangs but it still doesn’t make up for the fact that they’re there.

Still, you’re going to this convention for Jensen and only Jensen.

The car pulls up to the service entrance not available to the public. You, Jared, and Jensen leave the car and head inside the place. The room is empty as they get everything set up, but you can hear the commotion outside as fans chat and enjoy the different events going on. You won’t be going on stage with the boys but you will be around when they take pictures with their fans.

It’s okay if they come up to you and ask for pictures. You have to tell yourself that because you’ve been shown on Jensen’s social media so often you get recognized on the street by the biggest fans of Supernatural. As they are getting set up, you walk to the huge window and look out at the streets below. There are still people coming in for the events that have a late start, and you admire the different costumes you see. Anime adaptations, superhero remakes, and more.

It’s times like these that make you wish you didn’t have your disorder. You’d love to enjoy places like these but you get claustrophobic easily so large crowds are a huge no for you.

“Hey, are you going to be okay?” Jensen asks when he walks up from behind you.

“Yeah, I have my snacks and my fidget spinner. I’ll be okay,” you smile.

Jensen pulls you in for a hug and kisses you on your head. He always shows affection like this toward you even though you wish he’d do it more often.

“Thank you for coming. I know it’s not easy for you.”

You pull away and look into his eyes.

“Anything for you.”

He leaves your side before you can say anything more. The crush you have on him grows by the second. There is no way you’re going to tell him how you feel for two reasons. One, you don’t believe he feels the same way about you. He is pretty outspoken with his feelings and he would have done it by now if he felt the same. Two, you don’t want to lose him as a friend. He’s one of the best things to ever happen to you, and you’d rather have him as a friend than not have him at all.

You leave the window and head backstage to one of the beak rooms right before the panel starts. The best thing about doing these conventions is connecting with their fans and giving back to them. There wouldn’t be Supernatural without the fans, and Jensen and Jared wouldn’t be where they are today without them.

About halfway through the panel, you get the overwhelming urge to pick at the tiny hairs on your head. The urge comes at random times and sometimes when you’re calm like now. There is nothing around you triggering your disorder yet here you are, tugging on your baby hairs by your hairline. You wrap the hair once around your finger and tug, wincing at the pain. The most painful spot is by your hairline, so you move down to your eyebrows. If you’re going to tug, may as well be at a place where you can fix it with makeup.

One by one, little hairs come out until a new bald spot forms in the middle of your eyebrows. You try to avoid your eyelashes since they just grew back from the last time you picked most of them out. The panel soon ends, and you look down at the little hairs you collected on your pants. With a sigh, you dump them into the trash can and try to forget about it.

Knowing Jensen is coming back here since the panel ended, you cover the small bald spot on your head and use your bangs to cover up the empty spot on your eyebrows as best as you can. Jensen knows you have this disorder but he doesn’t know how bad it’s gotten. You try to be okay for him because you don’t want him worrying about you. It’ll only make you feel worse.

“Hey, did you have fun?” you ask with a smile when he arrives.

“Yeah. We’re heading out now to do photo ops. You’re welcome to stay back here. This place is still rented out by us until the end of the day.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“Yeah. I think I’m getting better,” you lie.

Honestly, you don’t want to be in the back by yourself anymore. Maybe if you’re surrounded by people, you’re less likely to give in to the urges. Plus, you feel bad for not being there for Jensen in the way you said you would be.

You follow Jensen and Jared over to the room where the photo ops will take place, and you stay off to the side but close enough to Jensen if you need him. Fans come rushing into the place to check in and get in line. Before you know it, this entire place is swarmed with fans just itching to get a moment with Jensen and Jared.

“It’s nice to meet you, Emily. Do you have a pose in mind?”

“Would you be willing to do the Jack and Rose pose?”

“Sure,” Jensen laughs and stands behind the nice young woman.

“Hi, are you Y/N?” You peel your eyes off Jensen and look at the teenage girl next to you. “Oh, my God, you are. Can I get a picture with you?”

It’s okay, Y/N. Just take a picture. It’s only one person.

“Sure,” you say shyly. “What’s your name?”

“Jasmine.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jasmine.”

You tense slightly when she puts her arm around you but you don’t make her move it. You know you can if you want to but it’s only one moment. A few seconds and she’s gone. You smile at her camera and she takes a few snaps.

“Thank you so much. I just have to say, I love your relationship with Jensen. You two are so cute.”

“Oh, thank you. He’s a really good best friend.”

Jasmine must not have come alone because three more people join her side moments later. You smooth down your hair nervously and try not to give into the urge that’s screaming at you. 

“Look, it’s Y/N!”

Immediately, her friends start gushing at you about Jensen and asking for pictures. You take them purely because you don’t want to disappoint them. They got so excited when they figured out who you were, so you’d only feel worse if you rejected them.

“So, have you ever been on set to watch them film?” one of the girls asks.

“I bet they don’t get any work done. Have you seen those bloopers?” another girl chimes in.

“What do you and Jensen like to do on the weekend? Do you hang with Jared a lot?”

Questions upon questions are thrown at you without pause. The girls are too excited to give you a chance to speak. You get it. To them, you’re either a celebrity by association or you’re Jensen’s girlfriend. Either way, you have the insider scoop on their favorite actors. A few more people gather around you once they hear the commotions the teenagers are making, and your anxiety skyrockets.

Jensen hears laughter and looks over to see a group do girls crowding around you. You’re panicking. You’re trying not to let it show but you’re picking at your eyelashes subtly by rubbing your eyes and plucking off one eyelash after the other as you pull away.

“I’ll be right back. Bathroom break.”

Jensen leaves before the person in charge can say anything. He walks over to you, and the girls surrounding you giggle when they see him coming. You look at Jensen helplessly, and he pushes past the girls to get to you.

“Excuse me, ladies. Well be right back,” he smiles.

Jensen takes your hand and pulls you into one of the back rooms. It’s a break room of sorts with all kinds of food and a huge couch on the back wall.

“I’m so sorry,” you whimper. “I tried to be good for you. I’m sorry I wasn’t doing good.”

“Don’t ever be sorry for needing time away.”

“It’s just… They were all coming at once, and I didn't know what to do.”

Jensen smooths your hair back. “You don’t need to explain yourself.” He brings you to the couch and sits with you. He pulls you onto his lap comfortably before reaching into his back pocket for something. “I have something for you.” He pulls out those picky pads you can get on TikTok. “I figured you might need this.”

You love things that keep your hands busy. It keeps you from giving in to your urges. You take the picky pad and start picking out the small beads.

“I’m sorry for everything,” you sigh. “You should go back to your fans.”

“They don’t need me right now. You do.” Those words bring tears to your eyes. He doesn’t know you’re crying until he sees two tears roll down your cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

You look up at him briefly before looking back down at your picky pad.

“Please don’t hate me,” you whisper.

“Why would I hate you?”

“Because of what I have. You know, the hair-pulling thing.”

Jensen cups your cheek and gently makes you look at him

“I love everything about you. Even the things I don't like, I love, and I want you with me. I love you and I think you love me too. Do you?”

You can’t help but smile at his confession. “Yeah, I do.”

He leans down and kisses your nose. He rubs your back as you go back to your picky pad.

“Will you be okay?”

You nod. “I promise this time. I’ll just stay back here until you’re done.”

“I should only have an hour left. I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper.

Jensen moves you off his lap and starts for the door. “Oh, there is another picky pad in my bag when you get done with that one.”

“Thank you,” you smile brightly.

Jensen winks and leaves you alone in the break room. Suddenly, the urge isn’t as strong as it was before, and it’s all because of Jensen.

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[teaguehq]

No, I get that because it's hard to reach out about these things sometimes! Though I feel like I've gotten better about that as I've gotten older, too. Which is a good reminder too, that the people who love us aren't bothered by us needing extra support. Of course, and we can't have enough support from people who understand that headspace, so why not help each other, right? And friends help each other! I can imagine, Jo's a hugely popular character, and so is that film! You played her beautifully. I appreciate the kudos, and he was certainly an interesting character to play for sure, though at least now I know better not to live in that headspace for filming rather than balancing it with other things, because my headspace was so messy because of him, and that lasted a while. I don't regret anything though when I'm happy for the way the show turned out. That makes me laugh so much though, because who'd forget Ireland is an island?! That's a bit like people being shocked I lived around beaches since I grew up in Florida. And I try to head back to Florida when possible since my parents still live there, and they'd protest if I stayed away too long! Please do tell me the best places since we can't have too many vacation places up our sleeves, especially between projects to unwind some. Thankfully my boyfriend's more kind than that, though he'd definitely be amused if that were happening and I were still walking and acting like an ape, which I couldn't blame him for! Everything about that was so much fun, just being on a playground every day where we acted like apes. I feel like my kid self would be so proud I got to do something like that. Are your parents good about not talking about your projects though? I always want to tell mine details about my projects too, but if I've been threatened on secrecy, I don't tend to tell them as much for being paranoid they may let something slip to a friend or the like. Though I'll tell my boyfriend since he's in the business and knows it's important not to say anything. I will, and I'd love to hear all about Bad Apples then! Well, I'm currently on set in Calgary, though I wouldn't make anyone show up with a cheerleading outfit given this weather right now! | @saoirseur

it really is rough -- and honestly, i'm someone that doesn't like to bring others down, so i'll internalize everything, which i know isn't at all healthy! and you're very right about that, when you're in that darker headspace, it's easy to think the worst and just assume you'll be a bother, even though deep down you're not. not a single person that cares about you would feel that way. which is sweet of you to say, and you know i'd offer up the same to you as well. i like the idea of us looking out for each other on that front, we'll be good friends for that! right?  like when i got cast as jo, i was over the moon -- and thank you for saying you loved my jo, that means a lot. i'll admit that i've watched some films and have always wondered what it would be like to go that dark, but i still couldn't imagine myself doing that, you know? so i'm giving you all the kudos for playing harold and having to dive into his character like you did. and i can only imagine how easy it is to fall into that sort of headspace! i am pretty lucky, and it makes me laugh when i tell people i live on the beach in ireland and they're shocked, like they've forgotten that ireland is an island. i can imagine missing gorgeous beaches while you're in new york, do you get to go back to where you grew up a lot to visit beaches there at least? please, if you ever want to come to ireland for a vacation, let me know and i'll tell you the best places to stay! i'm glad you're doing well being a human, though i would laugh if your boyfriend wasn't telling you that you were walking like an ape randomly. however, i feel like he'd probably be a good boyfriend that would give you a heads up! i can just imagine how much fun playing with those ape arms was, though -- and working with them, of course! it really is, and my parents are who i always want to blab to first when i start a new project. and in my head, i'm like, they're not in the industry, who they going to tell? but yes, as soon as you can tell me anything about your new projects, please share them with me! though i can finally talk about my project, bad apples, that i've just finished filming! and thank you, i figured i needed the best outfit to be your cheerleader, so next time you're on a set, let me know and i'll show up. || @teaguehq

[hoosurdaddy]

A kiss is the price to pay.

Dark!eddie munson x f!reader.

Trigger warnings: power imbalance, objectification, non consensual tension, emotional manipulation. I warned you. Your own fault if you continue.

Note: I’m not taking requests. I am just bored and haven’t been on here since forever. Idk. However this was a request I got back in like 2022-2023 or something? So credit to you

The evening at the Hawkins Fall Fair was in full swing, the air buzzing with the usual sights and sounds: the dizzying flashes of carnival lights, the deep rumble of the Ferris wheel turning, and the mingling scent of popcorn and fried dough. You had been stationed at the cheerleader's kissing booth for hours now, tasked with giving out quick pecks to random guys in exchange for five bucks, all in the name of raising money for new uniforms.

It seemed harmless enough at first—just a bit of fun, right? But by now, your face hurt from plastering on a fake smile, and your patience was running thin with every guy who lingered a little too long, or tried to sneak an extra kiss when your back was turned.

You wished you were anywhere else. Anywhere but here, stuck behind this booth, giving out kisses like they were nothing. And then, as if to make things worse, he showed up.

Eddie Munson.

You saw him lurking near the back of the line, leaning against a game booth with that signature cocky grin on his face. The one that made everyone else keep their distance, like he was some sort of rabid animal. The "freak" of Hawkins High. You didn’t have to look at the other guys to know they noticed him too. There were a few snickers, a few murmurs, and a few boys visibly shifting uncomfortably in their spots.

Eddie wasn’t the kind of guy anyone in this crowd would expect to see standing in line for a kiss from the cheerleader. Hell, even you didn’t expect him to do it.

But of course, he did.

He sauntered up to the booth with his hands in his pockets, his wild hair falling over his eyes. The smile on his face was way too confident for someone who was supposed to be the school outcast.

“Five bucks, right?” Eddie said, his voice dripping with something between amusement and challenge. He pulled a crumpled five-dollar bill from his wallet and tossed it onto the table in front of you.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your expression neutral. "Yeah, five bucks for a quick kiss."

Behind you, the line of guys waiting to get their turn shifted, their patience clearly wearing thin. They muttered under their breath, clearly annoyed that Eddie had cut to the front.

"You're really gonna kiss him?" one of them scoffed. "Why don’t you just go make out with the school mascot while you’re at it?”

You could feel their glares burning into your back. It wasn’t like you cared what they thought—you weren’t the one who’d thrown down money to kiss Eddie Munson. But you could tell it irritated them. And that made you uncomfortable.

Eddie leaned over the table, his grin widening as he met your eyes. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Too good to kiss me?” His voice was teasing, but there was an edge to it—something deeper beneath the surface.

You tried to shake it off. “If you’re not here for a kiss, Munson, you can just leave. I’m not in the mood for jokes.”

Eddie’s smirk didn’t fade, and he didn’t move away. Instead, he slid into the chair in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, I’m definitely here for that kiss, babe,” he said, voice low and almost too intimate. “But I think you’re gonna give me a little more than what you’ve been giving the others.”

You narrowed your eyes, but Eddie’s gaze was already hard on you. "What do you mean, 'more'?" you asked, barely holding back your irritation.

He leaned closer, his breath warm on your cheek. “A kiss for a buck is too easy,” Eddie murmured. “I saved up all my money just for this moment. You’re gonna make it worth my while.” His eyes flickered to the guys behind you, and you could see the flicker of amusement on his face. “Or maybe you’re not into making it worth anything. If that’s the case, I guess I’ll just walk away.”

The sudden idea of letting him leave, of not having to deal with the awkwardness or his incessant teasing, made your heart race. You didn’t want to kiss him, not really. Not Eddie Munson. Not like this. But the idea of making the guys waiting behind you even more uncomfortable? That… didn’t sit well with you either.

Fighting back a sigh, you leaned forward and tried to make it quick—a peck, a kiss that would make him get his money's worth and move on. But as soon as your lips brushed his, Eddie’s hand shot out and caught the back of your neck, holding you there.

You tensed, trying to pull away, but he didn’t let you. The kiss deepened, slow, deliberate, like he was savoring it. His lips were soft, but his grip was firm, his other hand resting on the table as if to steady himself—or keep you in place.

You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks, but you couldn’t do anything but brace yourself against the table, feeling his tongue slip into your mouth. A part of you wanted to scream and slap him away, but another part—the part you hated—felt a strange pull, a dangerous excitement in the way Eddie kissed you like he was trying to own you. His fingers moved to your jaw, tilting your head, forcing you to take more of him. You could feel the annoyance from the guys in line building behind you, the tension thick in the air, but Eddie didn’t care. He was lost in it, dragging the kiss out, his lips moving with a rawness that made your heart race in a way you hated.

Finally, Eddie pulled back, breathing hard, his grin wide and unapologetic. “There we go,” he said, voice smug. “That’s the kiss I paid for. Definitely worth the five bucks.”

Your heart hammered in your chest, and you quickly wiped your lips, disgusted with yourself for the way you’d allowed it to happen.

“Get lost, Munson,” you spat, the anger bubbling up now, but Eddie just laughed.

“Nah, I think you like it,” he said, voice dropping low again. “You enjoyed it more than you’ll admit. But it’s okay, sweetheart, I won’t tell anyone.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, Eddie turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, heart still thudding in your chest, hands trembling.

You didn’t know what to feel. Part of you was furious, disgusted by the whole thing. The other part of you—the part you barely recognized—was shaken, hungry for something more than just a kiss. You wanted to yell, to scream at him, but instead, you felt yourself quietly watching him leave, feeling like there was more to come. You didn’t know what Eddie Munson wanted from you, but you knew this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

A few hours later, as the fair started winding down, you began packing up the booth, ready to escape the night and get out of your own head.

But before you could even finish, you felt a cold hand on your wrist, pulling you back. Your heart lurched in your chest as you whipped around to see Eddie standing there again, a knowing smile on his lips.

"Did you think I was done?" he asked, his voice low, almost playful. “Not even close.”

Your pulse quickened, and for a moment, you froze. Something in his eyes had changed—darker, more dangerous.

“Eddie—what do you want now?” you snapped, pulling your wrist out of his grip, but he just stepped closer.

“I told you,” he said, voice barely a whisper, “you’re not getting away that easy. I don’t think you realize just how much you owe me now.” He let out a soft laugh, something unsettling in his eyes. "And trust me, sweetheart, I’ll make sure you pay up."

Your stomach twisted. You were no longer sure if you were angry or afraid. Maybe it was both. But one thing was certain: you hadn’t heard the last of Eddie Munson.

And that terrified you more than anything else.

[6rookie-writer0110]

All that it takes

Scarlett Johansson x Male Reader

Request; scarlett johansson x younger male reader who is a singer who just finished a world tour and has a full beard, and it's starting to go grey and scarlett takes a selfie of them to celebrate 5 year wedding anniversary and people leave hate comments about him and when she goes on a talk show to promote a film the host agrees with the hate comments and she has a go at them and when she gets home she and reader cook together and lots of fluff but also her teasing that he's getting grey even though he's younger - readers in early to mid 20s.

Scarlett is at home and she is hoping that her husband will be home for the holidays. He has been on your for almost five months. She does talk to him on the phone and on Facetime, but she just wants him to be home. She is drinking wine in the kitchen and then hears the door open, she heads to the door and gasps.

“Y/N!” Scarlett smiled.

“Hey baby, I’m home” You smiled.

She rushed towards you and hugged you very tight.

“You are home!” Scarlett smiled.

She jumped on you and you held her tight, then she started to kiss you, and she was smiling at you. You carry her to the kitchen and put her on the counter and she has her legs wrapped around your waist. She starts to kiss you and she tells you how much she missed you.

“Y/N, I missed you so much. But I don't recognize you. Look at your beard and you already have some grey hair” Scarlett said.

“Yeah, I know. My manager told me I looked older” You said.

“Well, he is right. You do look older, now people will assume that you are older and I’m younger” Scarlett teased.

“I was telling everyone that you are my sugar mama” You teased.

“Not anymore, Y/N. Now, I have a sugar daddy” Scarlett smiled.

You kiss her again and she smiles. You and Scarlett head to the bedroom, you go to shower, and she starts to unpack your luggage. Later you come out of the shower and she starts to cook dinner for you. She listens to you talk about your tour and the fun you had with the band.

✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

You and Scarlett have been married for five years now, and the wedding anniversary is today. She was listening to the song you wrote for her and she loved it, she played the song repeat. Scarlett gets on her phone and she posted a picture of you and her that was taken a few days ago. You and Scarlett went to a dinner party and she is sitting on your lap with her arms around your shoulder, and you have your arms around her waist and you two are smiling in the picture. You didn't shave off the beard and she starts to write something before she officially posts the picture. A bit later, the picture started to get hate comments because of how you looked, and many thought, that she should leave you for good.

You are at the studio on your phone, you notice the picture that you posted. You did read the hate comments that you usually avoid, but you start to feel bad about yourself then you read what you posted about yourself.

Happy 5th wedding anniversary, to the love of my life. You make me happy and I can't wait to make more memories with you.

You couldn't help to smile. Then you ended the studio time early, you left and went to buy flowers, chocolate, and earrings. You drive home and you start to remember how you first met Scarlett…

Flashback~

2019

Y/N was invited to play live music at a private event. Scarlett is sitting down and she wants another drink, she grabs Y/N’s arm and he is confused about why.

“Hey, I would like another glass of champagne,” Scarlett said.

“Oh, I’m not the waiter,” You said.

“Really? You have the same outfit as them” Scarlett said.

Y/N and Scarlett looked around and she was right.

“I shouldn't have listened to my manager. Well, I’m actually going to perform in a little bit. But do you want to share a drink with me later?” Y/N said.

“I will wait for you later. I’m Scarlett” Scarlett said.

“I know but my name is Y/N,” Y/N said.

They smile at each other then he goes on stage and starts to perform. She is enjoying the music that he is performing. A bit later, she waited for him at the bar and she ordered the drinks. Y/N and Scarlett started to get to know each other and asked each other questions about hobbies and interests.

Flashback Ends~

You arrive home and you go on your phone. You remember that Scarlett is doing an interview to promote her new movie and the host is being a douche.

“What character do you play in the new movie?” The host asked

“The movie is called Fly Me to the Moon. And I play a character named, Kelly Jones and she is outgoing and isn't shy. She has to help NASA to fix their image and the astronaut's images” Scarlett said.

“Oh, that sounds very interesting. You and Y/N have been married for five years now? He looks older and not in a good way, he looks like a bum” The host said.

“I don't like what you said about my husband. He makes me happy and I like his beard and I won't leave him for anyone. You are not married and you have been married seven times before and you are not dating anyone. You go to an empty place and I go home to the man I love. Never disrespect my husband” Scarlett said.

She stands up and walks off stage and you are smiling. You post a comment on the video and everyone is liking your comment I love my wife.

Much Later…

When she arrived home, you hugged her and started to kiss her passionately. Her lipstick got on your lips

“What was that for?” Scarlett asked.

“Happy Anniversary, baby. I saw the interview and I like how you stood up for me and how you like the beard” You said.

“Y/N, I will stand up for you and I won't let anyone disrespect you. You defended me before and I will always do the same. Beard or no beard, you are handsome to me” Scarlett said.

She starts to kiss you and you hold her tight. You have the flowers and the gifts and she loved it, she can't stop smiling about it. You and Scarlett are going to cook dinner together, she saw a recipe that she wanted to try. You and Scarlett read the recipe together and then started to cook it together.

“I almost forgot,” Scarlett said.

She rushed to get the gifts from the closet, then she brought them to you. You start to open the gifts and she gets you an expensive guitar then you hug her. She takes a picture of you holding the guitar and you can't stop smiling. Later, you and Scarlett eat dinner together and she asks questions about the new music that you are writing. Then she puts on slow music and you stand up, grab her hand then she stares into your eyes. You and Scarlett start to slowly dance along to the music. You stare into her eyes and she can feel her heart race a little bit.

“I can do this with you forever, Y/N” Scarlett said.

“Me too, I don't want to be anywhere else Scarlett,” You said.

You and Scarlett keep slow dancing. Then she lies the side of her face on your shoulder and you don't let go of her.

“I love you” Scarlett whispered.

“I will always love you” You whispered back.

Later, you lie in bed and she has her on your chest. You and Scarlett start to talk about the movie, then she touches your feet with her feet then she gets up

“What?” You asked.

“Your feet are cold. Were you playing with ice?” Scarlett said.

“No, I wasn't” You giggled.

“I’m serious it's really cold,” Scarlett said.

“Just get the blanket” You giggled again.

She rolled her eyes at you and she did get the blanket.

[daenysthedreamersblog]

SECRETS OF US - II

risk

god, i'm jumping in the deep end

it's more fun to swim in

heard the risk is drownin', but i'm gonna take it

masterlist // previous chapter

summary: romance isn't easy to fake when ur supposed to hate ur scene partner, can u put aside a feud for the sake of art or will you lose the role refusing to give coriolanus snow your...passion

pairings: modern!coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: mature content, swearing, drinking

notes: happy thanksgiving to those who celebrate! i am thankful for all of you reading this or other stories of mine you all make me so happy 🤍🤍

"Stop, stop, stop!" Mr. Flickerman waves his hands around the exhausted expression all over his face. "Can't you two pretend to like each other any better?"

You glance upward at Coriolanus who was attempting to hold you in a rather romantic embrace, but you were so rigid and he didn't seem to want to be there either. You meet his eyes, trying to soften them with a deep breath, but instead you feel your eyes narrowing on him. He runs his hand down your cheek opening his mouth to speak, but his top lip curls in disgust.

"Enough!" Flickerman stands up climbing up onto the stage. "This is ridiculous where was all that passion I saw in your auditions!"

You crossed your arms, "I had a better scene partner."

"You wouldn't even know what passion was if it bit you in the ass." He glared at you.

"Says the one holding me like a dead fish!"

He comes in between the two of you. "Okay, okay we're going to try something." He motions for you to walk near the back half of the stage where a prop table sat. "Sit." You match Coriolanus's confused look. "Just sit up there." The pair of you climb atop the table to sit down across from one another. You pick at your nails until Mr. Flickerman grabs them and places them within Coriolanus's, you avoid thinking how his hands felt so warm, how they dwarfed yours sitting tensely in his palm. "Tell him something you like about him."

"What?" You laugh, he only glares at you. "Fine umm..."

"Look at him not the ceiling."

You take a deep breath and land on his face. "I've always admired...drive towards hard work, your ambition." Which could never be a lie since that quality of his had always been your detriment.

Something like shock passes over his blue eyes, but he masked it with concentration. Flickerman gave him the same instructions, "Your willingness to break a mold," he smirked, "You're full of surprises."

The corner of your mouth ticks up subtly. "Now something you like...physically."

You roll your eyes, but your answer comes too easy. "Your hair, especially when it curls."

"Your eyes." You blink. "In that moment anger sparks within them."

Flickerman takes a step back, "Closer." You inch forward. "Closer." Your knees touch. "Closer." You're nearly in his lap, "Now show me passion."

You swallow spreading his legs and going up onto your knees understanding why he made you do that exercise as you run your hands through his hair. It was shorter now than it had been in school, but something the ends still curled when the wind had mused it. His hands splay along your hips, dragging across accidentally exposed skin the breath you take is a sharp inhale. 

The world shifts as you stare down at him, it tumbles and turns and spirals as a blue ocean drags your under feeling his nose brush against yours. Eyes dark, nails dig in and time stands still in that moment. The stage disappears, Flickerman a forgotten speck in a distant reality; the only thing that seemed to exist was you in his arms. 

You inhale the same air, you swallow down his warm breath.

A door slams at the other side of the theater and everything floods back in. You scramble to cover new emotions you never wanted to encounter as you push away from him with a groan. 

Mr. Flickerman sighed, "Okay we're done for the day." You climb off the table both going to grab your things but he stops you. "I have an assignment, for both of you." You could do that. "Together." You and Coriolanus both began shaking your heads.

"Professor." "Sir."

"No. If you want these roles you will do this." You grind your teeth nails digging into your palms. He smiles too widely, "I want you to go home and watch some romantic classics, study them, try to take what you watch and use it."

He blinks, "Watch movies?"

Flickerman laughs, "Together Mr. Snow. Order a pizza, bond, put away this childhood feud or else I'll find new leads." He walks away while you both stutter out protest. 

You glare at Coriolanus, "You could just back out."

"I like the idea of you backing out."

"Why do you even want this?" You wave your hands around.

"Why do you?"

Then you're both staring at each other in the classic stalemate where you both just glared at each other instead of revealing your truths. You shake your head, "This is ridiculous."

"Agreed," He nodded. "So your place or mine?"

You grab your bag, "Mine."

He comes over later that night with three gentle knocks on your apartment door. "Nice place." He says brushing past you to take in your small one bedroom apartment. "What did you trade to make daddy buy it for you?"

You roll your eyes going to your fridge pulling out the chilled bottle of wine. He eyes you as you begin to open it avoiding his question, "What? I'm gunna need alcohol to deal with you tonight."

"Do you want food?" He asked it with his head turned taking in various artwork you had on the wall.  

You pour out the wine into your glass, "Do you?"

"He said order a pizza." He turned back to you watching you take a small sip. 

"As long as its not-!"

"Pepperoni, I know." He's pulling out his phone. You narrow your eyes over you wine glass and he looks back at you. "Friends close, enemies closer thing." He hold it up to his ear to call in the order, "Had to know your weaknesses."

You watch him pace while he orders and realize you didn't know a lot of his weaknesses. You felt suddenly unprepared, so you go to your T.V. picking up the remote to scroll through the romance category on the streaming services. "What's your least favorite topping?" You ask as he walks back over to sit down on your couch strangely too comfortable in your home.

"Wouldn't you like to know." He chuckles.

"Do you want some wine?" You looked over your shoulder at him.

He smirks, "Trying to get me drunk so I spill all my secrets kitten?" You snort making your way to the kitchen to get him a glass anyways. "It's mushroom." He says quieter once you hand him the glass.

You take a seat on the far end of the couch, "If only bonding was as easy as that." You lean forward a little, "Why do you hate me so much?"

"Curiosity, kitten." He reaches forward and plucks the remote from your hand. "Now come on, the sooner we watch something that inspires us the sooner I can be rid of you." He scrolls, "Do you have a favorite?"

You settle back into the couch, "I love a good romcom, or a period piece." 

He laughs to himself, "You would."

You toss a throw pillow at him, "All that quiet yearning is to die for, the slow burn of it all!"

"Boring!" He yawns. "Let's watch something raunchy."

You go back and forth for a while, so long you have to go refill your glasses, but finally settling on something in the middle. You grab a small blanket and curl into your couch to watch a movie with Coriolanus Snow, the thought makes you feel uneasy.

It isn't horrible. You feel like you should take notes, pausing to dissect what seemed to be missing between the two of you. He didn't protest, not even as you powered through very intimate scenes. You drain your third glass blaming the wine for the sudden heat in your cheeks and prickling in your skin. This was a bad movie choice, why did you pick the one where they actually fucking do it on screen instead of those ones that just elude to it? A period piece would have never put you in the uncomfortable position and you regret not pushing him more to agree with you. You dare a glance at him. He's engrossed in it with furrowed brows like he's trying to understand everything they were doing so he could somehow replicate it. Could he? You watch as his long fingers scratch at his jaw and find yourself itching for him to run those same fingers across your skin. For some reason your mind goes back to his fingertips running across the exposed skin of your back, his hair between the gaps of yours. You know you're staring too long at him, know that his side profile had no right being that gorgeous, when did you start attributing gorgeous to him, why couldn't he just be ugly, why did heat spread to your lower body the longer you looked at him. 

You fly to your feet making a beeline for your kitchen fumbling with the bottle stopper on the wine to pour more out. You look back over at him and he's watching you too intensely its hard to look away. You needed to look away, needed to stop letting him look at you like that. It was making confusing thoughts appear in a clouded head.

There's a knock on the door.

He pauses the movie standing up. "I got it." You tell him digging through your purse on the counter.

"It's fine." He pulls out his wallet from his back pocket.

"No please let me." You're fumbling with your cash to beat him to the door and you get there with your hand on the handle, but his hands land on your hips.

You still, skin burning. "I got it." He turns you around staring down at you, hands still splayed along your waist making your brain empty as it hones in on every place he's touching. "I may not like you but I am not that rude." You stare up at him trying not to focus on his hands touching your body, his face too close. He pushes you to the side as he opens the door, one hand still wrapped around you, and smiles out into the hall as you come up behind him. "Hi, thanks. Keep the change." He takes the pizza box with one hand and closes the door. "You're a pest you know that."

He let's you go reality finally flooding back into your senses, your body seeming too cold all of a sudden. "I don't want to be in debt to you." You wrap your hands around your body.

"Buy the next one then kitten." He slides it across the counter and opens it up.

"There will be no next one."

You go back to watching your movie, the food dulling the alcohol and any traces of whatever unwanted ideas it provoked. It did make you unreasonably tired and you know by middle of the second movie your eyes are starting to close. You should tell him to lock the door behind him when he leaves, but your mouth feels heavy with sleep and soon enough it takes you.

Sunlight wakes you up first, peaking through your blinds warming your already toasty skin. You knew you had dozed off during the movie, but you had hoped you would wander back into your room instead of the couch. Theres a slight kink in your neck from the angle, but you do feel rather cozy. You close your eyes again, tugging the blankets back up to your neck, and cuddling down into your warm couch.

Your couch was breathing.

You peeked one eye open turning slightly to peer at Coriolanus sleeping soundly next to you. You breath hitches as you glance down seeing your legs entangled under the same blanket. You shout clambering off of him. His body flies up in surprise the same time your foot catches the blankets and you're both crashing to the ground with him on top of you. "What are you doing!" Your hands go to his chest to push him off of you.

"What are you doing!" He yells back hands on either side of your head.

"Why are you sleeping on my couch?" 

"I didn't mean to!"

You crawl out from under him as he sits back on his feet. "I thought you would have left."

He runs a hand through sleep mused hair and you ignore that it's cute now that gel isn't controlling it, "I was going to, but I must have dozed off."

"How did I-..." You couldn't even finish the sentence. How did you end up in his arms?

"I don't know." He shook his head standing up. You must have turned and fallen asleep on his side and then he rolled tucking you into his chest. "I should go." He starts gathering his things and you know it's best he leaves, but for some reason you want to apologize for the bite in your tone. That seemed wrong, you would never apologize to him, never had, never will.

"Snow," You start as he stands by your door. He turns around eyes expecting something, "Don't tell anyone."

Whatever was there in his face is gone, replaced with his normal glare for you, "Wouldn't dream of it." He leaves abruptly the door slamming a little too loud.

Mr. Flickerman had been on to something in assigning you those movies together because it had worked. Maybe it had been the forced proximity, or the threat of being let go in the lead part, but you two got your shit together and pretended to never hate each other while on stage. It's not like you spent the whole play together, you both had other scenes with other characters, but the ones you did have together...

You were dreading the kissing scenes, and thankfully Flickerman was no where near ready to practice them yet. 

It had been a month since that night he had accidentally stayed over and Coriolanus seemed rather docile towards you. He mostly stayed away instead of his normal snide comments and bickering and distant glaring you could feel even with your head turned. You found yourself missing his gaze.

You started feeling rather bad, which was a new and strange feeling, was he starting to put aside this feud and you were holding onto it? You packed up your bag and began making your way to the door. He would have said something, spoken to you about putting aside your long history of differences. You stopped at the door turning back to look at him a strange air to him, like he was...sad.

"Snow." You called watching his head snap up to look at you blue eyes twinkling from the overhead stage lights. You made your way back over to him, "Clemensia is having a birthday party at her apartment tonight."

He raised an eyebrow, "Okay?"

You sighed, "Do you want to come..." You gritted your teeth, "With me?"

"Are you asking me out kitten?" He smirked some life returning to his face at this normal banter.

"No." You slapped his arm. "I'll text you the address, you can meet me there."

"You don't have my number."

This was getting into uncharted waters, "I'll DM you then." You answer walking away before he could convince you to take his number. That was a line you both didn't needed to cross.

Later that night you find your back pressed into the counter you're leaning on as Arachne fills you in on her latest romantic disaster, "She completely ghosted me."

"Does this have anything to do with a face made when you showed up to the restaurant she picked?" You smirk at her over your drink.

She rolled her eyes, "How was I supposed to know she had bad taste, she was into me?"

"You can't judge people so quickly Arch."

She stares pointedly at you, "I think it's perfectly fine to judge quickly especially on the first date." Her gaze lingers away a scowl appearing on her face. "What is he doing here?"

You follow her gaze as Coriolanus walks through the front door. "I invited him."

Her nails dig into your arm. "Excuse me!" You take a long slow drink. "Do I need to leave before a murder happens and if so why wasn't I invited to the planning?"

"No." You laugh. "We're trying to get along for the play."

"You and Coriolanus Snow do not get along." She stated like it was a fact from a history book.

You turned to take a step out of the kitchen, "Emphasis on the trying." You walk away before she can ask anymore questions. Given the fact you had all went to Academy together, she knew the long history between the two of you. "Hey." You offer him a smile taking in the small gift bag in his hand. "You brought a gift."

"You said it was a birthday party." He glared at you.

"It's not that kind of birthday party." You chuckled. 

He shook his head, "So stupid."

"Excuse me?"

His head snapped towards you. "Who has a birthday party that's not actually a birthday party."

You grinned, "Clemensia." Your fake smile slide off of your mouth. "What did you get her anyways?"

"It's nothing." He took a step back.

"Let me see." You took a step forward.

"No."

"Please." You lunged forward but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you until your chest hit his too close for comfort.

His blue eyes flared, "You are so annoying."

You places a hand on his chest ignoring the tone muscles underneath, "Please tell me."

For a moment his eyes flicker down to your pouted lips before he groaned and pushed you away gently. "It's a plush snake." He opened the bag letting you peer inside at the pretty thing. "I remember she used to be into snakes back in school."

"She still is." You genuinely smiles for him and nodded your head. "Want a drink?"

"Sure."

He sets the bag down on an end table for Clemensia to find whenever she was alone and followed you towards the kitchen. "Hi Coriolanus." Arachne cooed at him when she saw the two of you. 

"Be wary, she's in a mood." You muttered. "She had a bad date so she is overly miserable."

"Can't imagine what went wrong." He leaned down to whisper the joke into your ear causing you to actually laugh.

You motioned to the makeshift bar, "Take whatever you want." You go to the fridge where you had secretly stuffed your seltzers and pulled one out.

"So Coriolanus Snow." Arachne called to him too loudly. "What have you been up to these days?"

He shrugged sipping on a beer. "Nothing crazy."

She smirked, "Always the enigma Snow."

"Got to keep em guessing Crane." He winked at her and something rolled in your gut. 

Arachne's laugh is laced with malice, hand landing on his forearm long nails digging in to skin like claws. "Please be nice to my friend...or else."

He leaned in close to her, "No promises."

She shook her head at him, jokingly disapproving of him and walked off letting him slowly turn towards you, "Ignore her."

"Ignore her asking me to be nice to you." Your only response was to take a drink. "In reality we both know you are always crueler than I."

"I beg to differ."

The night passes unceremoniously, you both drink a little bit more, you dance with your friends to loud obnoxious music while the night slips away. You spin around Clemensia laughing along with her when you spy him leaning against the back wall alone, watching you.

Come dance.You mouth watching him shake his head in decline which makes you roll your eyes the small laugh in your chest.

"Go on and save him from boredom." Clem says into your ear pulling you too tight. You look at her suspiciously, but she only nudges you in his direction. "Hey." She calls to you as you step around her, "Be careful." You open your mouth to ask what she means but she's already turned around and dancing again.

You make your way towards him out of breath and flushed. You stare up at him and he stares down at you and you avoid the upward twitch of his fingers as you brush hair out of your face. 

"Wanna get outta here?"

"Where to?"

You smiles, "I think I owe you a pizza."

You make your way onto the streets the traffic lights guiding you through the blocks as artificial night blares down at you. The city is quiet, the only noise coming from a distant police siren and the honking of random traffic. You glance over at him as you meander through street poles while he watches his shoes hit the concrete. "Do you like the city?"

"Do you?"

He only peers forward, "I asked you first."

You sighed, "I think I'm supposed to so I guess so." You move closer to him until you're walking side by side. "Your turn."

"No." He answers quickly, but doesn't elaborate and you know you shouldn't care but the curiosity nestles in tight.

The rest of the walk is comfortably silent as you arrive at the only open pizza place and you even the score by purchasing the large pizza and continuing to walk with it towards the distant shoreline. He doesn't ask anymore questions as he follows you blindly to wherever you're taking him.

You tell him anyways. "I used to come here a lot when I first moved here." You pointed to the dock where the boats bobbed

"Why?"

You shrugged, "I like to watch the boats. It's calming in this jungle of background chatter." You kick off your shoes as the sand starts and walk inward slightly finding the perfect spot and settling in. He sits down next to you, "It's nice to just sit here as they start to peel away and wonder all of the places they could be going."

"They're probably off to get drunk in the middle of the water."

"Maybe," You open the box up. "Maybe not, and that's the fun in it all." He picks up a slice, "Why do you not like it here?"

You eat half of your slice before he finally responds, "Why do you feel like you're supposed to like it?"

"I asked you first."

He shakes his head, a subtle glare in his eyes, theres no malice behind it, "Not doing this with you."

You nudge him with your foot, "Play nice with me remember."

"I don't play well with others."

"You've always played well with me." Because isn't that what this was, what this has always been. A tennis match, a game of chess, the constant back and forth until someone wins. The sentence comes out too gentle of a whisper and he looks away, so you do too watching the sun break the horizon in a blood orange glow splitting the sky into bright pinks and indigos. You realize you've been out all night with him and for some reason the thought isn't followed by regret. "There goes one." You point as the small boat peels away from the others and out into the dark waters a small horn blaring in the distance. 

His lips part, "I feel small here." Your eyes shoot over to him too quickly. "I want to be great, I want to have power, but so does everyone else and I feel like I'll never be seen." He looks over at you, "I want to be great or I want to be nothing."

You know you need to answer, spill your minuscule confession, but it seemed too raw to let his go. He wanted you to let it go because letting you hear it would be wrong, you don't tell your enemy your darkest secrets, yet he had spoke it anyways. "My father wants me to like it, wants me to be what he wants me to be." You drag your finger through the sand. "So I am."

"What do you want be?"

You look at him again, the sun reflecting in his blue eyes like the waves in the water rippling off the shore, "Me."

He raises his eyebrow jokingly, "And who is that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know Snow." You smile.

"I've always known who you are." He stretches his legs out leaning back on his hands. "An annoying, nosy pain in my ass."

You close the pizza box climbing to your feet and wiping your hands off on your clothes. You stare down at him as the morning sun beats down on your back. You hold out your hand, "You are as much a pain in my ass as I am to you, but..." He cocks his head to the side playfully watching you as if he knew where this was going. "You've grown on me this past month, so I'm willing to consider a truce."

He takes your hand standing up, "Is this what you say to all the guys kitten?" You roll your eyes, "Fine I'll be your friend since you asked so desperately."

You ignore that he's still holding your hand, ignore how soft it is, how perfect it cradles yours. "A truce, not friends, at least until this play is over." You pack up the pizza letting him carry it as you begin the journey homeward walking side by side, the sunrise guiding your paths home.

chapter 3 coming soon!

[candysunoo]

wc : 672 // highschool AU frfr

Yang Jungwon is a golden boy.

He looks at you slyly from across the room. Watching as you interact with your friends. Your laugh reverberates through the room. It fills his heart with joy just hearing it. He longs to come up and join the conversation but he simply wouldn’t know how.

Golden Boy Yang Jungwon looks at you dumbfounded when you walk up to him in the library, you voice blocked out by the sound of his raging heartbeat. He stares at you, his chest falling slowly, it’s like the world has stopped. He blushes as you call his name again before snapping out of his daze. He practically preens when you ask him for help, telling him that you know he’s the top of the class. He agrees immediately, a small yes leaving his mouth. He can’t help but feel nervous already.

Yang Jungwon waits, once again in the library, it’s after school and the quiet comforts him. He was never loud, he was reserved, the top of the class, the calm student council president who stayed with his small group of friends and never got into trouble. A golden boy, that’s what they called him.

He smiles so sweetly when you walk up to the table once again thanking him kindly. He offers you to sit and you do. Yang Jungwon could’ve sworn his heart was going to explode just by the soft way you talk to him.

“He’s so busy, are you sure he’ll even help?” You recall your conversation with your friend. “Oh course he will, he’s a nice guy busy or not. He’ll find the time.” you defend yourself. “Whatever, call me after” your friend had sighed. Now sitting in the library across from Jungwon you couldn’t help but to admire him. Yang Jungwon was shy, he was sweet and kind and the top of everything. His presence alone made your heart beat faster. He was cute. Yeah a golden boy.

Golden Boy Yang Jungwon tutored you for the next month. You’ve never seen him so relaxed. The way he is now is like a 180 from when you first met him. You think this is a side that even his friends hardly get to see. Yang Jungwon no longer quietly waits for you in the library, instead he walks up to you after your last class. He says it’s because you’ve been so late that he has to wrangle you in to get you there in time. You both know it’s not the entire truth. He doesn’t let the silence get awkward, he makes sure that there’s always something to say and if not it’s always comfortable. Did I mention he’s funny too? He makes dumb jokes because he knows you like them. Your laugh is gorgeous and the way you hit him lightly as you squeak makes his heart beat faster.

Golden Boy Yang Jungwon didn’t feel so golden when he saw you talking to his self proclaimed arch nemesis. He went out of his way to be cold, ignoring your long messages, giving you one word replies, and waiting in the library only sighing in annoyance when you showed up 30 minutes late. The silence that day was awkward.

Yang Jungwon had never felt jealousy before. He was the top of everything, why would he be jealous? So when you asked weeks later, the words leaving your lips quietly, full of sadness and disappointment in the middle of the library, he didn’t know what to say. “Is that why you’re mad at me? Because I was talking to him?” He wants to say no but he feels guilty knowing he’s made you upset. “I- I- just…” he doesn’t know what to say but the confirmation is already there, that day the silence spoke for itself.

Golden Boy Yang Jungwon gives you flowers the next week during your only tutoring session before break, an apology for his actions. A silent promise of more. Just because he was golden didn’t mean he couldn’t be green.

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[siempre-bucky]

The Snowman dance

Eddie Diaz x Evan Buckley

Summary: Eddie recruits Buck to help chaperone Christopher's winter dance. At the dance, Chris asks Buck to help him ask his classmate to dance. It all leads to the two firefighters sharing a slow dance with whispered confessions and hallway kisses.

WC: 2.5k

A/N: My sister and my coworker finally got me to watch 9-1-1 and I'm obsessed with this show. I hope you enjoy my first fic in the Buddie fandom ♡

In my head, they're dancing to The Christmas Waltz by Laufey 

Eddie Diaz pulled his aviators from the front of his shirt as he opened the front door to Christopher’s school. He slid them up the bridge of his nose until they rested comfortably at the top and the Los Angeles sun was no longer bothering him. He grumbled about having to park his beloved truck in the back of the busy school parking lot. It was early on a Tuesday morning in December, and he thought he would have been in the second row. 

“Mr. Diaz!” A high pitched voice called from behind, but the firefighter was too lost in his thoughts of potential scratches to the shiny black paint. 

“Mr. Diaz!” 

After three more times, a hand touched his strong bicep. The man whipped around and put on a million-wat smile for Mrs. Romero, the older administrator of his son's school. She was a kind woman with graying brown ringlet curls and flowy earth-toned robes that reminded him of an eccentric theater teacher Chris had at summer camp once. 

“I am so sorry,” he laughed out an apology, her chunky costume jewelry clinking together, “I was in a world of my own.” 

The woman laughed in return and patted his arm, “I’m so glad I caught you.” She had a twinkle in her eye like she was about to ask him for a favor. He recognized it as the same look his abuela gives him whenever she needs help around her home. 

“How can I help?” he gave in, just like he would for his abuela. 

“Well as you know, The Snowman Dance is this Friday and I’m down two chaperones” Mrs. Romero explained, holding up two well-manicured fingers to further make her point. “Would you mind?” 

Eddie bit the inside of his cheek and put his hands on his hips, staring at her crimson red nails. He could already hear the 118 making jokes about high school dances and Chris telling him how uncool he was for babysitting him and not letting him grow up. But nothing could compare to the cold stare of a woman with a plan and no highway option. “I’ll, uh, be there. I have an early shift, it should work out.” 

She clasped her hands with glee, red painted lips smiling brightly, “You are a Godsend, Eddie!” She tapped his arm again and started to walk back towards the school. “Oh! Oh!” she chirped, turning around before Eddie could walk a few more feet. “Would you also ask that other strapping young man, oh, what was his name?” Another manicured finger went up, “Oh! Evan! We all just love him.” 

They wanted Buck to help chaperone too? Out of all the people he knew and who had come to pick Christopher up in the past, they asked for Buck. It was probably the charming smile that could woo any of the PTA moms, or maybe how his muscles filled out the shirts he wore at pick up, or the way he was with children. Eddie smiled fondly to himself, fighting off a blush “I’ll ask him!” he called out, earning himself more points with her. 

Buck was cackling to himself later that night, nearly falling off Eddie’s couch as he crumpled the dance flyer. “They want me?” Buck asked for the third time, this time he was trying to catch his breath. The first had been disbelief, the second was shock that Mrs. Romero didn’t ask him herself the day before. 

“Don’t let it go to your head,” Eddie intoned, bringing the amber bottle to his lips. 

“Too late, Diaz,” The blond smirked. He looked down at the flyer again, blue eyes connecting with the generic clip-art snowman in the bottom corner. Chris had already loudly expressed that he wanted Buck at the dance, it was now up to Eddie and what he wanted. “Do you want me to help out?” 

A silence lingered in the living room, Buck cautiously searched for any answers in Eddie’s body language. The brunet shifted in his seat, leaning forward to put his bottle on the coaster on the table that divided them. A million thoughts began to run through his head, what if he was crossing a line? What if Eddie didn’t want anyone questioning their relationship? A sadness suddenly hit him, was chaperoning a dance too much and were they getting too close? 

“Yeah,” Eddie finally said casually, “It’ll be fun.” 

And to Buck’s surprise, it was fun even if he had to hear “Santa Claus Is Comin’ to Town” ten times. He mingled with the moms of the PTA, avoided their advances as if it were a superpower,  and stopped three kids from spiking the punch bowl. He was now the proud owner of three silver flasks.

He finally got time to breathe halfway through the event, sitting on the cold metal bleachers and taking in the tacky silver winter decorations that covered the gymnasium. Not too bad for a bunch of teenagers, he thought as he unbuttoned his maroon velvet coat jacket and leaned backward, clothed elbows resting on the bench behind him. His eyes followed a string of twinkling lights, leading him straight to Eddie who was talking to a few boys he recognized from Christopher’s class. 

He looked so relaxed, laughing at their childish jokes. All he wanted was to be close to him, to—

“Buck,” Christopher whined as he plopped down on the bench below him, his limbs splayed in defeat. Buck’s thoughts were interrupted by the teen's annoyed groaning. 

“What’s up, buddy?” Buck sat up and tapped his shoulder with the back of his hand. 

Chris shifted in his seat and looked up at him, “They’re going to play a slow song soon,” he sighed. 

Buck narrowed his eyes and cocked his head, “What’s the problem with that?” 

“Carly,” Chis said sadly, pointing to a girl with chestnut-colored hair and a puffy pink dress, giggling with her friends near the punch bowl. 

The older man's lips parted in realization, he wanted to ask a girl to slow dance with him. “Well,” Buck coughed, “Go ask her to dance.” 

Chris rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how.” 

Buck sighed and rubbed his forehead, “Well, all you gotta do is walk up to her and ask her if she would like to dance…and you dance.” Way to play it cool Buckley. 

Chris thought about it for a moment, “Can you show me how to ask?” 

“Like me ask someone?” 

“Exactly!” the boy cheered. 

Buck chuckled nervously, “I don't know, man, I don’t know anyone here.” 

The teen scanned the room, his eyes falling onto his father, “You could ask my dad.” 

A flush of pink dusted Buck’s cheeks, the palms of his hand suddenly becoming sweaty. “Chris,” he sighed. 

Chris’s features softened, his body slumping, becoming resigned to the situation. “Ok,” he muttered sadly. 

Buck was a proud man and most of the time he had an iron will, but when it came to Chris? Buck would do anything to see that boy smile. That boy's happiness mattered more than asking his crush to dance. His hand landed on his shoulder, “Alright,” he said, and Chris sprung back to life, “follow my lead.” 

The two crossed the floor, Chris copying Buck’s confident posture, eyes looking towards the punch bowl. Chris gasped as the slow song started. He couldn’t miss his chance! Buck walked in front of Eddie and turned on the Buckley charm, a confident smirk adorned his lips as he stared directly into Eddie’s warm brown eyes, pushing his feelings aside.

“Eddie, would you like to dance with me?” Buck asked confidently, outstretching his hand. Eddie looked confused until Buck nudged his head towards Chris who was anxiously standing in front of Carly, side-eyeing Buck to see what he was supposed to do next. 

“Oh,” Eddie chuckled, “I’d love to dance, Buck.” Eddie put his hand into Buck’s and watched  Chris and Carly walk to the brightly lit dance floor. 

The feelings he managed to suppress crashed into him the moment Edde slid his damn hand into Buck’s palm. His vision was blurry and his heart was aggressively leaping into his chest. It was almost like whiplash, he first saw Mrs. Romero’s gentle smile of approval and the next thing he saw was the back of Eddie’s head as he led him to the edge of the dance floor. 

For Eddie, he was as calm as could be. He softly smiled as the two men stood staring at each other, waiting for someone to take the lead. The brunet snorted, he placed one hand on Buck’s velvet-clad waist and lifted the other higher. The problem was that they were still standing a mile away. Eddie glanced over the other's shoulders and watched his son timidly dance slowly with his classmate. Her soft smile as they shifted side to side made his fatherly heart happy, a sudden relief washed over him knowing Christopher was ok. 

His eyes shifted to Buck, who was still watching Chris. That relief didn't last long—since when were they standing a mile apart? Why were his hands suddenly on fire? A breath hitched in his throat, now that Chris didn’t need him, Eddie was left alone with the consequences of his feelings. “Hey uh, Buck,” he began, his voice shaking, “Chris is good. We don’t gotta—” 

“No- no, we gotta follow through—for him, just in case he’s watching or something,” Buck played it mildly cool, his head snapping back to look at his friend. Shit, Eddie cursed in his head, his jaw clenching tightly. 

Follow through. 

For Christopher—for himself. 

Eddie took that step forward, closing the space between them. Buck’s blue eyes came closer into view. Were they always this beautiful up close? “We should dance,” Eddie whispered, his eyes trained on the slightly taller man. 

Buck swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded nervously, “We should,” he agreed. Left, right, left, right. That’s all he had to do, just move your damn feet Diaz. By some grace of God, Eddie and Buck finally started moving along to the slow jazzy Christmas song. Buck’s grip on his shoulder tightened and he stepped even closer, their breaths almost being able to mix. 

And suddenly, the world had faded around them. Eddie no longer smelled the stale gym air or overly fragrant teen boy body spray, all he could smell was the expensive cologne the blond was wearing. It took every ounce of strength not to bury his nose in the side of Buck’s neck. They had danced together before, at Hen and Karen's wedding, and many of Athena and Bobby’s parties, but it was never like this; sober and completely exposed. There were no threats of a fire alarm, their friends interjecting, or any alcohol (hopefully the confiscated flasks in Buck’s pockets continue to go unnoticed). It was just Buck standing in Eddie’s proximity. 

They stayed silent and the song played, just swaying side to side and avoiding each other's nervous gaze. Maybe fate stepped in because when their eyes finally locked onto one another, they couldn’t look away even if they tried—and they tried. Eddie watched how the silver lights that hung around the room reflected in Buck’s eyes like twinkling stars, they were almost glowing. The glowing squares of light off the mirrorball danced along Buck’s features, tracing his sharp jawline and taunting Eddie by moving over the curves of Buck’s lips. He knew Buck was an attractive person, everyone knew that. But in this light and this level of closeness, he was the most beautiful person Eduardo Diaz had ever seen. 

Then it hit him. The pounding in his chest was only getting worse as they danced, his desire to kiss the man in front of him only grew stronger. This was so much more than a crush, Eddie had fallen in love.

“Eddie, are you ok?” Buck asks suddenly, pulling his friend out of his nervous trance. 

No, he wasn't ok, his brain had been swirling since he agreed to a dance. Eddie pulled away, taking a step back. Before he could register the new look of disappointment that appeared on Buck’s features, he held out his hand for him. “We should take this somewhere else,” Eddie managed, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Buck cautiously took Eddie’s hand, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion as the taller man led them outside the gym doors. “They’ll never hire us as chaperones again,” Buck joked lightly as he watched the door click shut, the slow song becoming muffled in his ears. His attention returned to Eddie once he felt his thumb gently swipe along his knuckles. 

“They can survive a bridge and chorus without us,” Eddie joked back, pulling Buck closer. This time, Eddie placed his arms around Buck’s neck, and Buck instinctively put his hands on Eddie’s waist. The taller man felt dizzy again, clutching Eddie’s waist to keep him upright, somehow they were closer than before. Their foreheads were mere inches apart, noses almost grazing as they swayed. 

“Why’d you bring us out into the hall?” 

So a bunch of fourteen-year-olds wouldn’t see me kiss you for the first time. 

“I needed,” he breathed, his hands unclasping and delicately moved to the sides of Buck’s neck. Buck felt like he was burning, a wildfire igniting on every patch of skin Eddie’s fingers slowly moved along. “I needed-” 

“Eddie,” Buck gulped, his forehead finally finding purchase on the other. His pulse thumped under the pads of Eddie’s calloused fingers, then his palms gently covered that area as he cupped his face. 

“I needed to be alone with you,” Eddie whispered, noses brushing as he got closer. Buck was the one to close the gap as his blue eyes fluttered closed, pressing his lips to Eddie’s softly—cautiously. Buck pressed closer, their lips moving in perfect harmony. 

His heartbeat finally returned to normal the second Eddie pulled away slightly to catch his breath. “Eddie, I-” 

“-I love you.” 

So much for a regular heartbeat. 

“You love me?” Buck shook his head, making sure he wasn’t hearing things. 

“I’m very much in love with you, kinda always have been.” 

Buck kissed him quickly before pulling him into a hug, “I love you too,” Buck whispered in his ear. 

The two stood there for a while, a whole song had passed as they whispered sweet nothings and swapped jokes about them taking too long and how they kissed at a high school dance. Buck finally pulled away, telling Eddie that they should probably check on Chris and the others. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh when Buck mentioned they needed to keep the kid's arms length apart from each other. 

They peered into the window, scanning the glossy gym floor until they saw Christopher happily dancing with his friends. Buck reached for Eddie’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Come on before the PTA comes for us,” Buck chuckled, kissing the back of Eddie’s hand. 

Eddie shrugged and pushed open the door, “I’m sure they didn’t miss us, and thank you,” he spoke fondly, “for asking me to dance.” 

Buck grinned, “Thank Chris, it was his idea, but you’re welcome.” 

Eddie looked over at his son, then back at Buck. A smile broke out on his lips, the warmth of Buck’s hand very present on his own. What a beautiful little family they made.