#that dance would be footloose.

[sage-is-so-cool]

TIME TO PLAN OUT MY OWN MURDER MYSTERY THAT I WILL CONDUCT WHEN I AM 17 (but i wont be alive to see it)

[greeneldritchfurby]

If you think about it, The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals is kind of like a fucked up version Footloose.

Kevin Bacon moves to a small town where dancing is banned, and tries to get it unbanned.

Paul Matthews lives in a small town where a love of theater is common. A musical dancing plague spreads throughout the town. However, unlike Bacon, his goal is to stop the spread of song and dance. The Anti Kevin Bacon, if you will.

I say all this to say: Paul Matthews would absolutely hate Footloose, especially the musical.

[soupy-sez]

FOOTLOOSE (1984) dir. Herbert Ross

[bread--quest]

i've been having fun video editing but i need to crowdsource more clips... does anyone know of scenes in movies/tv shows where there's contra dancing/country dancing/square dancing/line dancing/what have you? that kind of dancing where everyone is in a line and doing the same movements together and sometimes there is some clapping involved. you know her. can be anything from jane austen movie dancing to the cha cha slide. although i already have two jane austen movies in there so

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

i recently watched the original footloose movie and uh i understand the complains regarding the reboot now. i still like the reboot, i think it does an excellent job regarding grief. but. um. but its very. um. very flat. i did not notice this, but now that i saw the same movie but uh but better its uh very apparent

[jonathanbyersphd]

I just know that Nancy made Jonathan watch Flashdance, Footloose and Dirty Dancing. And that Jonathan can barely tell the three apart

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

I stand by the fact that tua s1 was made for the viewers and everything past that was made for the money.

[realnielsbohr]

AHHHHHHHH I have my last auditions tomorrow

[creekfiend]

some indie TTRPG settings are so obsessed with being Wholesome and Low Conflict that they end up being like "what if Footloose was set in a town where dancing was ALLOWED!"

well I'll tell you. the answer is that that would not be very interesting

[eddiediaaz]

Hello, I would love to get all your Merthur fic recs/bookmarks 👉🏽👈🏽 I have been scouring AO3 but I’m sure I’m missing some really good ones!!

oh hiii! omg okay well i haven't read merthur fics in quite a bit of time, so these fics are mostly all very old, but here we go! also i've mostly read modern aus, i hope that's your thing hehe.

we are all diamonds by footloose

the student prince by fayjay

hotel camelot by orphan account

awake by cori lannam

The One Where Their (Mother) Tongues Get Acquainted by emjayelle

And like the cycle of the year, we begin again by katherynefromphilly

there are no gays in football by malu_3

This Silly Ol' Dance Is Perfect for Two by slantedknitting

nobody moves, nobody gets hurt by leandra

a summer in delphi by rotrude

Arcane Asylum by newkate

also: please read the warnings and tags properly, some of these fics have ao3 archive warnings and deal with heavy subjects/tropes

[alex31624]

Yesterday I was watching Top Gun Maverick, and we all know that is Della's favorite movie.

But, which is the favorite movie of the rest of the family?

Let's go for the two obvious answers first.

Yeah, we're not getting original, is Ocean's Eleven for Louie. He looks up to Danny Ocean.

And of course Webby loves The Little Mermaid.

Look at this stuff. Isn't it neat?

Now, we can imagine.

For Donald, it has to be a sea movie. But which one? Donald likes calm and naps, but he fights zombies with chainsaws.

So he can take a horror movie. And it just happen that the best horror movie ever is about a sea monster. Yeah, Donald loves Jaws.

A movie about a hero saving the town dancing? Yes, Dewey loves everything about Footloose.

Huey believes in science, but he also believes in love. So, Wall-E for him.

You know he cries every time he sees Wall-e and Eve dancing in space.

Lena is a horror gal. That's her thing. I think she loves the classics, but she changes her favorite when something scarier appears. So, Hereditary.

I headcanon all Team Science being anime fans. B.O.Y.D. is definitely a Ghibli fan, and I believe My Neighbor Totoro would be his favorite.

[lunarfleur]

My I Love You ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @gloomyluvr @hiyaitssans

Warnings: None except for slight cursing!

A/N:I got this wonderful idea from @/gloomyluvr. I just love this sm

This is x gender neutral reader!

Miles was so warm.

That’s the only thing you could think about. He generated heat like the sun, his skin a firey blanket you knew he would only let you enjoy. It was soothing you, but you didn’t even know you needed soothing.

Miles was a different kind of gentle with you, a sweet kind of soft you hadn’t even known possible. You’d seen him be kind to his mom-who he loved so dearly-but even with her you would find his typical teenage pride held off his affection. He didn’t seem as ashamed with you.

You sat in his room quietly, his arm keeping you tucked closely against his body. Even through his clothes, his warmth spread over your skin like a disease. His cheek sat gently on the top of your head, his free hand sitting behind his own. His door was cracked open, leaving a single sliver of light sitting against his otherwise dark room, at the request of his mother.

Footloose played in front of you, his laptop sitting on his thighs, covered in his comfiest black sweatpants. His fingers played with the hem of your t-shirt sleeve. The fabric pushed and pulled against your skin.

Looking at him, you hummed. He was pretty. Very pretty. The light that came from the hallway made his rich skin shine. The specks of green in his eyes glowed. His nose sat so nicely against his face. His jaw, even when slacked or relaxed, was tight and firm.

Noticing your eyes, Miles glanced at you. A small smirk grew on his lips.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He asked. You shook your head. His fingers danced across the skin of your arm softly.

But even when you forced your attention back to the movie in front of you, Miles’s eyes didn’t leave you. It was a solid 2 minutes before he realized he was even doing it.

He tapped you gently on the shoulder, sitting up straight. You expected him to pause the movie, to get up to use the restroom. But he instead slid his hands up from your neck to the sides of your face.

“Tell me to stop?” He whispered. But it wasn’t a demand, nor was it a threat. It was suggestion, an invitation.

You shook your head, and Miles leaned in slowly. His lips only ghosted yours until you moved into his touch. You felt him tense, his shoulders straightening, then his whole body relaxed altogether.

Once you pulled away, eyes opening, he sat in front of you. His eyes remained closed. His lips pressed tightly into a firm line. They opened slowly.

“Everything okay?” You asked. He nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I just,” Miles hesitated. “I just really…love you.”

Fuck. That was new.

You had said it a few times before, as a goodbye when hanging up the phone or parting for the night. He’d leave you with a kiss on the corner of your mouth, but always resorted to avoiding the phrase altogether. It was out of fear on his part.

A part of Miles told him that those three words were a jinx, that if you said them it automatically meant things weren’t going to last; that something would go wrong. Every relationship his uncle ever had ended quickly and his father had died. His mother was left heartbroken. That was proof enough, right?

‘Our family doesn’t run from things, mijo,’ his mother had always said.

So he sat before you, watching the way your eyebrows raised. He could have sworn your eyes were glowing.

You leaned forward, fingers intertwining with his. You leaned back against the pillows, pulling him back with you.

“I love you, too.”

He released the breath he didn’t even know he was holding and leaned back. His arm snaked back around your shoulder, this time your hand grabbed onto his. His weight pressed against you, heavier this time. His eyes stared at the side of your face.

Looking over at him, you were quick to give him a reassuring smile. You knew it was hard for him, but God did it make you feel good.

He smiled back at you, a sight you knew he’d only let you enjoy, before firmly pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

[outsidersheadcanons]

Could you pls do the gangs fav modern AU movies/shows?

Darry: Young Sheldon (and before u say anything hear me out. Young Sheldon is unironically a good show. And when it was on the Curtises would always watch the new episodes together. They were VERY invested in the Young Sheldon lore).

Sodapop: He watches whatever's trending tbh 😭 (bro probably watched Wednesday) but he would looveeee 80's romcoms. Think Pretty in Pink, Can't Buy Me Love, Dirty Dancing, the goofier the better ❤️ (he had an insane fixation on Footloose for like. a week)

Ponyboy: Anything Darry tells him not to watch tbh 😒 once he watched Paranormal Caught on Camera and couldn't sleep for a whole week (he won't admit it but he likes watching animated movies too. Esp the lego movies because those are good asf)

Two-bit: Bro literally anything on Disney+. Idk why but I feel like he'd fw Space Jam heavily (or any of those movies where it's live action AND cartoon). He'd also like the Family Vacation movies.

Dally: Skibidi Toilet He likes crime dramas, esp Sopranos and Breaking bad + Better call Saul. He'd be into those true crime special documentaries they have on Netflix and Amazon sometimes too. Has a soft spot for trash TV on TLC too

Johnny: He doesn't really watch TV except for when the Curtises have it on (but he does like animated shows and cartoons a lot even if they're "childish")

Steve: Top Gun and literally anything on Motor Trend

[sunny-mercya]

Nightlife Drive

Poly! Billy Loomis & Stu Macher x Male Reader

Fandom -> Scream 1996

Requested by -> Anon

Masterlist

Summer this year had been nasty hot and dry, leaving the air throughout the day like a cough. The Nights though, they were filled with humidity and more than once occasionally cool breeze—which gushed through and making up for the sweaty days.

It's summer nights—the late nights of midnight till dawn—like these, which are meant for a casual stroll or drive on the empty streets and city. It was a vibe of its own, an aesthetic of atmosphere to an unexplainable feeling to experience at least once in life.

The Radio—the local station had a field trip with tonights playlist, playing songs from Blondie, Madonna, Michale Jackson and so on—was turned up on full volume, blasting the current song of Murder on the dance floor and right next up, they said, ABBA's Dancing Queen would be played—and if they then played Footloose too, the party mood of tonight would be perfect.

Winning Stu over to dance with you to the current songs, was rather easy as he too—just like yourself—liked to dance. You tried to pull Billy in as well, knowing from experience he was capable of dancing, but he swatted you playfully away and setting out your guys late night order from Pizza-Hut on the picknick table.

It had been Stu who had the idea of this little trip. He wanted another nights out as the last one had been too long ago—actually that was two weeks ago, but Stu liked to make it a bit more exaggerated than necessary—thus Stu had whined about it all weeks to you and Billy till you both carved in.

So now, here you were with your two boyfriends, on top of one of those sightseeing hills, after driving a bit around through vast streets—where the view over Los Angles, Angel City it had been nicknamed—part of the State you belong to and call home—was magnificent and breathtaking as ever, with nights sky—heavenly filled with stars—and the many lights, like little dots, from the City which illuminate it like fairy dust.

Billy sipped on his cold cola, smiling at the sight of you dancing. Just seeing you and Stu so cheerful carefree, was like a drug of relaxation for him—lifting stress from his shoulders, Billy didn't realise he had.

Besides school and planning the heist of an upcoming legacy slaughter, nights like these were the best and to be cherished—just like the mornings after sex.

»C'mon loser's, get your asses over here and eat the Pizza«

Stu was the first, almost skipping towards the table and instantly started to devour the food. You on the other hand twirled around one last time, swaying your hips to the beat of song, which nears its end and fading out, before you sat down at the table too.

»Next time we're getting Burgers«

»No way Stu, it's gonna be Pizza again«

»I might agree on Pizza with [Nickname], but I'm more a man for Pasta«

»How about, the next time we're having a nights out, we're getting all three?« they both agreed to your suggestions.

~~~

It's way past midnight now, the clock nearing its 4AM mark. The temperature had gone down and up here on the hill, the cool air of night did felt a bit freezing.

Laying onto a thick fluffy blanket under the starry filled sky, in between the arms—which engulfed you as if you're a Teddy bear—of Billy and Stu, was yet another indescribably feeling.

»How about, once we finished Highschool, we're doing a long ass road trip through California all the way to wherever you wish?« suggested Billy in a whisper, pecking the corner of your lips with his own.

»Sounds like a damn good plan, love«

Because a road trip through the states is such a wishful high fantasy dream—of a long forgotten decade in a past you felt nostalgic romantic about it—that you really looked forward to it, to make it actually happen.

[notroosterbradshaw]

Hi can i request number 12 from the prompts list with Rooster please? Thanks

12. Mapping out your lover’s features while they sleep in your arms, smoothing your thumbs down their cheeks, throat, collarbones, chin and nose.

"You do this every time," Rooster sighed, rubbing his honey-coloured eyes. "'Bradley, baby'," he mocked in your over-exaggerated tone as you scoffed. "‘Put on a movie, I wanna snuggle’. Five minutes later, you're out across my chest," he accused as you rolled your eyes, unable to hold back laughter. He had known you long enough... was hard to deny him.

"What am I supposed to do? I cuddle in and you're so warm and smell so good and I just doze off. Sue me," you huffed, inflating his ego at the same time (usually didn’t take a lot), opening the wine and pouring you both a glass. "I don't know why you just don't take it as a compliment and move along, Bradshaw."

He laughed. "Because you put some shitty romcom on and I'm trapped under you until you wake with three minutes left of the movie and pretend you were awake the whole time."

You could only make a face. He was 100% right. No argument was going to help you now.

"I dunno why I'm even asking you this, but humour me, baby: what you wanna watch?" he asked with dread, finding the remote and flicking through movies that were on your watch list. He had picked the last movie (Reservoir Dogs, thanks for asking), so he didn't have a leg to stand on. May as well toss it out there and admit he knew a romcom was in his immediate future if the list he clicked through dismally had anything to do with it.

"It's Flashback Friday, let's watch a classic," You danced around the couch, excitedly and put the wine on the coffee table with the charcuterie board Bradley would eat 93% of himself.

"Shortlist," he insisted.

"Fair," you agreed as he plonked on the couch, and you sat beside him. "Point Break, you'll be hot for Keanu. Will put you in the mood. Point, Bradshaw," he goaded as you tried to get the remote off him. He pushed you back gently. He bopped your nose. "Absolutely not. I'm controlling the remote, thank you."

"Point Break," you contemplated thoughtfully. A twofer really... Keanu, Patrick Swayze -

"Nah, too easy. You don't get to lull me into a false sense of security like that. Keep going," Bradley rolled his eyes.

"Breakfast Club?"

"Not a dealbreaker," Rooster admitted. "Back to the Future?"

"God, you are such an 80's kid," you rolled your eyes.

"Wasn't just my decade, babe," he hissed back as you squinted at him, a man with a death wish. "But of course, you're the latter end. May as well be 90's," he rushed, as you laughed. "You're not getting older, you're just getting sexier," he overcorrected, hoping he'd bridged the gap with his loose lips, his nose from your earlobe to your jaw, leaving a wet, warm kiss against your pulse. He was the dirtiest player in the game and he laughed against your skin, as you enraged him a moment later, dragging your nails into his scalp, giving him a bit of pleasure in return. "God, you're so full of shit…” you somehow managed to get out.

He laughed and shrugged. "Yeah, you’re hating every minute,” he reckoned.

"But it's a short list," you pretended to growl as he kissed your pout. “What about Stand by Me?" you tried, his lips still mashed against yours and you fell into his soft kiss, God, his lips were magical, you loved kissing Bradley Bradshaw. His soft lips, the caress of his tongue -

"Baby, are you actually considering me and what I would like to watch?" he asked, almost touched, he pulled back, a smug look of satisfaction laced all over his face.

"Footloose?"

Apparently not. "Veto."

"Oh, Dirty Dancing!" the tone in your voice telling him that this was your decision, but he couldn't resist, because he kind of loved it when you argued and got all cross and cute... and sometimes if he riled you up just the right amount, a little frisky too.

"VE-TO."

"Bradley Bradshaw, how dare you!" you exclaimed as he broke into a grin and put his hands in the air.

"I give, baby," he admitted. "Just love you all wound up and - "

"Yeah, yeah," you said bashfully. He chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple and he raised his arm to put it across your shoulder to nuzzle in under, pressing play on the flick. The Ronettes 'Be My Baby' started in the background with a noir 1960s underground dancing dirty montage (if you will), flitting across the screen.

"Credit where it's due, this soundtrack is fuckin’ awesome. They just don't make them like they used to."

"Movie soundtracks?" you tucked yourself into his ribs as he adjusted to bend to you. He'd be kidding himself; this was the best part of watching a movie as you curled yourself around him. Maybe the movie would be forgotten and some sexy making out would take over, he wondered.

"Yep," he nodded, plopping a kiss in your hair.

"Yeah, 80's definitely had that going for them. Best 80's soundtrack?" you asked, quickfire.

He frowned while pondering. "Good question... anything John Hughes," he said obviously.

"Flashdance."

"Lost Boys."

"'Purple rain, purple rain'," you sang as Rooster chuckled. You had already missed a good chunk of the movie although you continued to lower yourself until your cheek was resting against his powerful quad and eyes trying in vain to stay open as the movie played on, both of you really not giving it too much of your attention, his large palm sliding under your tee and tracing the back of your ribs, along the bone and the seams of your bra.

Bradley was a human furnace, he was divine to creep up next to, so you did just that only encouraging him. It didn’t surprise him that you’d dozed off.

Fuck. And the remote was just out of his reach to turn off the movie. He lived for times like this. He’d be able to watch the game.  Any goddamn game would have been just perfect. He didn’t care if his teams weren’t playing. Baseball, football, basketball. Oh, were the Lakers playing tonight?

Slumbering partner, booze and the inability to reach the remote. He struggled to reach but it was just out of his grasp. “Shit,” he muttered as you wrapped your soft palm around his knee and he sighed, taking you in. A rare beauty, he knew, momentarily caught up that you were his. He must have done something right in a previous life to have you walk into this life. His fingertip tenderly traced your eyebrow and the slope of your nose as you mumbled in your sleep and he hesitated, pulling his hand back.

You adjusted your posture to rest your cheek on his thigh, your face towards his tummy and he chuckled quietly. “You’re not that asleep…”

“Little bit asleep,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his waist, cool fingers drifting against the golden soft skin of his lower back.

“Bed?” he murmured, his thumb drifting across your soft lips as you shook your head, eyes still closed. A moment later, you yawned, but clearly weren’t interested in being roused so he kept playing with your features, his hands sinking into your hair and he bit back a grin as you almost mewled like a kitten. He didn’t say anything but was surprised at how much of a sucker for his touch you were. You only encouraged him, by cuddling in further and he reached down to press a kiss into your forehead, against the scar on your eyebrow. You hated it, but he loved it. The mar of perfection against your sweet features would always be his favourite. It matched his.

He felt your breathing change against him and knew you’d fallen asleep again, deeper and he knew you were out. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, the smell of your 45-step hair care routine wafting into his nostrils and feeling a little dizzy himself, warmed. Luckiest bastard he knew as he spied the small remote you never used and his eyes widened, excitedly. Within reach, he swiped it and turned down the volume of the film.

Within a few moments and the apps changed, the Lakers were on his screen. He pushed the remote into the side of the couch so he wouldn’t lose it, took his wine in his free hand and made himself comfy. May as well make the most of his Friday night…

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Strawberries and Cream Presents:

✨Eddie Can’t Breathe✨

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Masterlist

Notes: This is set sometime before Chapter 4 and meant to elude to Chapter 5… which teeny spoiler alert 🤣🤣🤣 I feel like I need to reread chapters before I make these mini-chapters but I like never do because once it's done its DONE okay. P.S Eddie knows how to Country line dance. I promise you he knows the entire Footloose 2011 scene

“You’re uh, hittin’ that bag a little hard don’t you think?” 

Bobby comes into the workout room, setting his towel and water bottle down. He crosses the black mat flooring to Eddie and holds the punching bag still for a moment 

“Am I?” He asks, spinning around and kicking it, sending Bobby stumbling backward a bit. 

“Because people normally do that,” He says, standing in front of the bag now. Eddie rolls his eyes and paces around, shaking out his arms 

“Can I help you?” He asks, sass dripping like venom

“What’s going on, you’ve been a bit on edge lately,” he asks straight out, crossing his arms over his chest 

“Nothing,” Eddie says just as firmly as Bobby asked. Bobby sighs a little, softening his stance

“Come on, you can talk to me if you need to. I’m here for you” 

“I don’t need to talk. I’m fine.” He dismisses him completely walks over to another freestanding bag and starts punching again. Bobby watches him for a bit, he knows Eddie can fight, he’s seen him boxing before. But he’s not being careful, he’s not aiming right. Not like he normally does 

“I think it’s time for you to hit the showers”

“I think it’s time for you to leave me alone” 

“Eddie-“

“Can you just leave me alone?? Can you kindly fuck off?” 

“Edmundo Diaz” 

“Don’t- don’t fucking full name me okay. I’m- I need space, can you give me some fucking space??” He looks like a caged animal as he paces again, shaking his arms out like he’s trying to shake off his nerves 

“Eddie this isn’t like you”

“This is like me! This is me, Bobby. All I’m doing is hitting a fucking bag! Would you rather I was hitting something else?”

“What if Y/N walks in? You know she comes to the station all the time”

“Don’t bring her into this don’t you dare say her fucking name”

“I’m just trying to help!”

“I don’t want your fucking help Bobby!” He stomps towards him, even when he’s seething he’s fast. He shoves Bobby backward into the bag and yanks his gloves off, throwing them to the ground. Bobby doesn’t miss his bloody knuckles. 

He leaves the gym, slamming the door so hard the glass shakes. 

“Hey, hey Eddie what’s-“ Buck tries to stop him but he just shoves him out of his way too. He needs a cold shower, a cold shower will fix things. 

The cool water flows over his body, he watches it swirl down the drain as he rests his head against his arm…just counting the tiles on the floor. The water isn’t helping as much as he’d like it to be but it’s something

He shouldn’t have yelled at Bobby like that, but he just doesn’t get it. No one gets it. No one’s ever gonna get it. Not even you. 

You. 

That’s a nice thought… a dream really. The beach was a dream, kissing you was a dream. There was just no way you could be real. He didn’t… he didn’t deserve you. Not with the things he was hiding, and even when you found out he had PTSD (No. He fucking doesn’t.) you gave him space to breathe and didn’t pry. 

He doesn’t know. Things are just…getting tight lately. The corners of his face are hot all the time, sometimes it feels like he’s not even breathing even if he is…fuck maybe he needs an inhaler or something… that’s probably it. An inhaler would be wonderful. 

It wouldn’t stop him from waking up in a cold sweat.

It wouldn’t stop the shaking hands. 

It wouldn’t… stop the recent nightmares. 

But you did. 

The night you slept in his bed was the first time in the last couple of weeks he’d gotten a good night's sleep and he wished you’d stay he just wished you’d move in already. 

Someone clears their throat behind him and he jumps nearly 10 feet in the air. He spins around, ready to deck whoever snuck up on him 

“Oh. Shit, god, really?!” He splashes Buck with water and turns back around, pouring shampoo into his hair 

“Apologize to Bobby” He crosses his arms over his chest 

“Hell no”

“Apologize to Dad right now” 

“First of all, You’re such a baby. Second of all, I’m literally in the shower” He rinses his hair out, before squirting some conditioner in, his hair wasn’t fluffy and perfect without a little hydration 

“He’s just trying to help Eddie you know that! Bobby loves us. And we love him…and…and you know I can’t stand to see any of us fighting.” 

“We aren’t fighting” He turns around, pouring soap onto his pink (from Buck) loofah. He methodically washes his body, avoiding certain areas while Buck is legitimately watching him shower. 

“I know what you said to him. And he’s right. Something’s off Eddie. And it’s okay to be off man it’s okay if something is wrong… but it’s not okay to take it out on your family. Especially when they’re just trying to love you”

“I don’t want-“ 

Buck shoves Eddie back against the wall and glares at him as he steps into the shower, his clothes are getting soaked 

“You say that sentence and I will literally drown you. I don’t know what’s happening but if you-“ He choked up a little and Eddie sighed, letting his head fall hard against the shower wall

“We love you, Eddie. I love you.” 

“I love you too Buck,” He says, pulling him into a hug. He pats his back firmly, and Buck hugs him back, rubbing his back. He sighs into his arms and shakes his head 

“We’re family Eddie…let us help you” 

“Uhhhhh” 

Eddie’s eyes pop open as he hears the click of a camera 

“Whaaat are you two doing? Isn’t he dating Y/N?!” 

Buck spins around, still holding Eddie. Chimney snaps another photo of Eddie’s bare ass 

“He is dating her! I’m just telling him we love him and support him! He needs to know that!”

“Oh that’s cute they finally got together… and you do need to remember that Eddie”

“I’m not!-“ He shoves Buck out of the shower and hides his body 

“I’m not dating her!!” 

Eddie lays on his couch just staring up at the ceiling, he’s kinda bored, kinda sleepy. Kinda lonely. He’d spaced out a while ago, he’s not sure how long, can’t even remember what he was thinking about, but eh oh well. Now he was just itching for attention, or at least something more stimulating than staring at the ceiling and finding little shapes in the popcorn 

“Hello?” 

You pick up on the second ring and it’s like everything slows down to a crawl. He takes a deep breath, like he can smell your sweet strawberries and vanilla through the phone instantly soothing his nerves. 

“Hey Sugar cube…Whatcha up to?” He picks at the hem of his boxers, just toying with the little strings from the old material 

“Just in bed playing games, kinda too lazy to get up. What about you?”

“On the couch, staring at the ceiling” 

You giggle and he hears you shuffle a little like you’re changing positions

“Well aren’t we a couple of party animals” 

“Oh yeah we go hard, what are you wearing to this party?” 

You snort “Some random old t-shirt and a pair of boxers I found. You?” 

He blushes a little when you ask “I know we were being playful but it just sounds dirty when I say just a pair of boxers” 

You start giggling and he hears you shift again, you’ve gotten off the bed “Wait-wait please send me a pic, let’s make this as awful as possible” 

His phone beeps and he puts you on speaker to look at the notification, it’s a photo from you, you’re standing in the mirror making the dumbest face he’s ever seen and doing a silly little pose it makes him laugh and he rolls off the couch 

“Okay yeah” he goes to the bathroom and thinks for a minute 

“I’m not sure how to do this” 

“Oh my god, you’re actually going to?” You gasp and he chuckles 

“Hell yes. Just call me Chadford” 

He sends you the picture and you burst out laughing. He’s totally flexing, his hand under his chin as he bites his lip

“Please!” You scream and he laughs with you, leaving the bathroom and going to his bedroom now 

“Wait I have one more” He gets in bed, sending you a picture of his bare torso, and his boxers. You’re supposed to see the outline of his cock and this is supposed to be a joke…but a teeny tiny little part of him hopes you actually like it just a little 

He knows you’ve opened it when you start cackling, it’s captioned “You up?” And that just makes you laugh harder. He decides to hit the FaceTime button and you answer immediately, all he can see is the ceiling for a minute but he can hear you absolutely wheezing and it just makes him laugh 

“You did not FaceTime me!” you gasp, trying to catch your breath as you finally turn the phone towards you, you’re laying on your side, your cheeks flushed from laughing, your hair all messy from the pillows 

“I thought it would be funnier”

“It was, it so was” both of your giggles slowly die out as you two calm down. Now you’re just lying in bed together, panting softly 

“I don’t remember the last time I laughed that hard,” Eddie says, smiling at you. You feel like that little light at the end of the tunnel right now… he just has to get there and he’ll be safe 

“With Buck around? That’s a surprise. Besides I’m pretty sure we died that hard at Athena’s party” you giggle, getting comfy with a pillow snuggled to your chest 

“Are you alone?” He’s not sure why he asked

“Yeah! I think Buck’s on a date or surfing. I don’t actually remember what he said” 

“Some cousin you are” He jokes and you scoff, setting up the phone so it’s on you and you can play your switch again 

“Some boyfriend you are, shouldn’t you know where he is?” 

You’ve got him there. 

“Shut up, brat” 

You flick off the camera and go back to playing your game and he smirks 

“You want some company?” 

You perk up a little, looking at the camera 

“You wanna come over?” 

“Yeah, why not? We can game together, or game together separately” 

“Okay, yeah!”You sit up, grabbing the phone “hurry up” 

“I’ll be over in a few minutes” He gets out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants from the floor and a t-shirt. Picking up his phone off the bed, he grabs his keys and wallet from his dresser and goes into the kitchen, grabbing a package of popcorn and cookies 

“You never show up empty-handed,” you say and he smiles as he slips some shoes on and leaves the house

“I don’t make the rules I just follow them”

He sets his phone up on the stand and buckles in, you’re laid on your stomach now, looking up occasionally as he drives. He hums to himself, watching the road while you watch him. Is it weird to think he’s a sexy driver? He can’t drive for shit you both know that, Buck likes to tease him for it. But… he just looks so attractive, one hand on the wheel, the other holding his head with his elbow propped up in the window 

“You’re staring sugar cube”

His voice breaks through your little haze and you blink a couple of times 

“Oh” your cheeks flush “I kinda zoned out” 

“It’s fine, kinda cute when you’re staring anyway. Makes me feel all shy” He teases and you shake your head, ignoring him 

“Are you almost here?” 

“Why? You that eager to see me?” 

Kinda. 

“No, so I can open the door” you stick your tongue out at him 

“I have a key, brat. I’ll just let myself in” it makes him weak how playful you’re being with him, watching you lying in bed just playing games is so domestic. He would have had you come over and do it in his but he didn’t want to make you leave the house. 

Eddie hangs up a few minutes later and you whine, going to call him back when you hear the front door open 

“Just me sugar cube” He calls out while slipping off his shoes 

“You want the popcorn now or later?” 

“Now please” 

He comes upstairs a couple of minutes later, his hands full and you rush over to help him. You grab the popcorn bowl, set it down, and take one of the sodas he brought up. He tosses the package of cookies on the bed and lays down, stretching out and putting his soda on the nightstand 

“C’mere sugar cube” He holds his arms out and you blush, straddling his lap and leaning down to kiss him. He sighs into the kiss, his hands trailing up your sides gently. He looks at you as you pull away, admiring how pretty you look sitting on top of him 

“I missed you… haven’t seen you in like a week” He says, his hands sliding up under your T-shirt. He lifts it a little, tugging at the boxers you’re wearing 

“Can’t stay out of my clothes huh?” 

You lift the shirt, looking at them “What are you talking about?” 

“These are mine” 

Your mouth drops open and he snickers, smacking your thigh and pushing you off his lap gently so he can sit up “looks damn good on you too” your cheeks flush and you fall back on the bed 

“How am I only wearing your clothes?! Out of all the clothes Buck owns! I always pick yours!” 

“Kinda like it was meant to be huh?” He smirks and grabs his switch, pulling you back into his side 

“Maybe if you’re good I’ll give you my shirt” 

“I don’t want your stinky shirt” You say, cuddling into his side and continuing your game 

“Stinky? I literally just got this from the laundry, you saw me” 

“I’m pretty sure that’s not true” You mumble as you run after a cherry blossom petal 

“Oh, so that’s how you wanna play? Yeah okay” He takes your switch from you and before you can even protest he lays over you, rubbing his body on you 

“Eddie!!” You laugh and try to push at him, but he suddenly pins your hips with his, he takes your hands and pins those above your head too 

“Something wrong? Don’t like my delicious cologne?” He teases and you try to squirm out from underneath him 

“Quit it ya perv!” You tell him and he gasps dramatically, feigning hurt 

“Perv?? Oh I’ll show you perv-“ He holds your hands with one hand and starts to trail his other hand up your torso, he lifts your shirt with it, reveling in the way he’s revealing your body 

“Eddie! Quit it!” You buck your hips into him and he groans, feeling you brush against his cock. His lifts your shirt over your bra, it’s pretty and lacy… he leans forward, kissing the valley between your breasts before dragging his hips along yours. 

You let out a shuddering sigh and he looks up at you, licking a long stripe over your breast and placing wet kisses along the top

“Just so you know, Fanark is my safe word” 

You snort and look away from him, giggling into the pillow 

“You mean like from Garfield and friends??” 

“That’s exactly it” he laughs into your chest and lets your wrists go, your hands immediately find their way to his hair, tugging him up to your face. He pulls the boxers you’re wearing down some and smirks at your cute matching set.

“You’re such an idiot” You giggle as you kiss him, he grinds against you again and you both moan against each other's lips 

“Says the idiot who understood the reference” 

Sex in Buck’s bed is a complete no-go and that’s something you both know because honestly, it would probably be so awkward when he came home… but it’s so tempting, the tension rising tenfold between the two of you.

Though you both agree you’re not ready for that step, Eddie keeps rolling his hips against yours as you make out and you’re not stopping him. 

“It’s just messing around” He mumbles as he kisses your neck and you breathlessly agree with him. You feel his hard cock straining through his underwear, the size of him alone is enough to soak your panties. He toys with them a little before pulling them to the side and grinding on your clit like that. 

“Fuck, What I wouldn’t do for just the tip” He pants and you nod along, agreeing with him again… just the tip… that’s as far as you two would go…. 

Your hands slide over his shoulders and you drag your nails over his back, his hips stutter for a second and he thrusts against you this time, his hips snapping into yours a couple of times. 

“D-do that again” His voice sounds soft and broken and it’s hot. You do as he asks, whimpering his name while digging your nails in a little harder this time, he moans into your neck and you feel him start to pull his boxers down…

Suddenly the front door starts to unlock and you two jump apart. He gets up from the bed and slides down the railing, he’s in the bathroom before Buck even gets the door fully open and you’re left there, laid out on the bed wondering how the hell he moved that fast. 

“I’m home! Eddie are you here??” 

You rush to fix yourself and the bed up, setting everything up to hide any evidence of what you were doing 

“Just in the bathroom!” You hear him call out as you’re fighting your bra back in the proper place 

“Oh, Cousinkins” Buck says in a singsong voice and you come to the top of the stairs 

“Hi! What’s up?” You try to act as nonchalant as possible, watching Buck go into the kitchen and start getting ingredients for a smoothie. 

“I’ve got to go do a few errands, you and Eddie wanna join me? Or are you cool hanging here with him”

“We can just hang here, hey why don’t you bring home pizza, I’ll spend the night” Eddie walks out of the bathroom, answering for you.

“That sounds fun! What were you guys doing?” 

“Just animal crossing… he literally only just got here about 15 minutes ago,” you say, coming down the stairs and walking past Eddie, he watches as you walk, biting his lip at the sway of your hips. Buck flips him off as you’re bent over in the fridge and Eddie rolls his eyes playfully. 

“You seem… winded” He says to Eddie, who just shrugs in return 

“He literally ran downstairs to go to the bathroom” you pull out extra smoothie stuff for yourself before dumping Buck’s in a reusable cup and putting the lid on 

“Well don’t you two just have all the answers” he eyes you suspiciously and takes the cup, watching you wash out the blender and start your smoothie 

“You sound so suspicious” You giggle as he grabs his keys off the table, his eyes narrowed as he makes a little I’m watching you motion with his hand and leaves again. 

“Well that was freaking close” Eddie sighs loudly as he goes back up to the bed.

“Too close” you watch him walk up the stairs, staring at his ass and biting your lip. 

“Besides our first time needs to be at my house, in my bed” he teases you, practically already planning exactly how it’s gonna go. His phone pings from the bedside table and he picks it up

His head falls back as he busts out laughing, Buck has sent him a link to a new bed set and a picture from the cameras in his house that just capture Eddie on top of something from the corner of the room. 

Neither of them tell you, and the bedding comes a couple days later. 

Bobby receives a text later that night, a picture of you and Buck asleep on the couch together. He smiles and shakes his head at the two of you passed out. A couple of minutes later another text pops up and all it says is 

“I’m sorry, Dad”