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canonicallyobserving911 · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 19 will be posted soon.

Currently 18 chapters completed: 673.4K Words Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 19 because there are only 21 days left until Buck and Eddie get married.

For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 18, here's a brief overview: Since Eddie had to work a 4/10 from Monday through Thursday, Buck and Chris went to the Diaz family's Thanksgiving celebration without him. After Helena was rude to Buck the Sunday before the holiday, he was completely nervous about the way everyone else would treat him too and he hoped he wouldn't end up standing in the backyard alone but Eddie reassured him the Diazes would love him. Also, Eddie, Buck, Adriana, Antonio and Sophia had a meeting with Helena the day after Thanksgiving and the proverbial $hit hit the fan.

Buck and Eddie will tie the knot before Christmas 2023 but they are NOT getting married in the U.S. and they won't have a wedding ceremony until May 2024. They've revealed their relationship, their engagement and the fact that they're going to Europe to their found family during the 118's Thanksgiving dinner and now to Eddie's parents, his sisters, his abuela and Tia Pepa but they didn't tell them everything. No one knows they're getting married in three weeks, not even Chris because they haven't told him yet.

Have they revealed their relationship, engagement and European vacation to everyone or is there someone else who'll find out in Chapter 19? 👀

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 19 of Buck and Eddie being romantically fluffy while they're lying in bed.

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He sits his phone down then he takes Eddie’s phone out of his hand and sits it next to his. After he does, he kisses him on the cheek and whispers into his ear, “Babe… today is another “Diaz Day” and all you’ll be doing is studying for your exam. It’s scheduled for tomorrow morning so you won’t be doing anything other than taking practice exams and reviewing scenario questions. After we eat breakfast, me and Chris will clean the house and we’ll work together to make sure all his homework is done before he goes back to school tomorrow. I’ll handle everything”.

“I love it when you give me “Diaz Days”. He replies then he kisses Buck on the forehead. After he lays his head back on the pillow, he asks, “Will I still get my “Diaz Days” after I’ve passed all my exams?”

“You certainly will but um… they’ll be different.”

He furrows his brow and asks, “How?”

“Well…” He begins but he trails off as he starts walking his fingers up Eddie’s chest.

While maintaining eye contact, he moves his head a little closer, then he leans in and presses his lips against Eddie’s. After he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, he opens for him and it quickly turns heated. They start gasping, moaning and panting into each other’s mouths and as their tongues become tangled, Eddie wants to hear his fiancé make that high-pitched noise in the back of his throat that he loves to hear. So he puts his right hand on the back of Buck’s neck and applies a little bit of pressure and he gets an immediate reaction because not only does Buck make the sound; he makes it twice.

They kiss for what seems like hours and after he breaks it, he talks against Eddie’s lips and admits, “For the rest of our lives, every day will be a “Diaz Day”… and you know what else?”

Eddie smiles and asks, “What?”

“We’ll get to…” He trails off and moves his head to the side so their cheeks are pressed together then he whispers, “faremo l’amore” into his ear. After he says it, he pulls back and meets his eyes but he doesn’t translate it from Italian to English.

Eddie pouts. “My love… you just said something else in Italian that you haven’t taught me yet. Just like Friday night when you said “facciamo l’amore” and “fai l’amore con me”. I know what amore means but what about…”

He doesn’t get to finish because Buck kisses him with so much desire and longing that it takes both of their breaths away.

What is Eddie going to do? 👀

Will he learn the meaning of those three Italian phrases before they leave for Italy? 🤷🏽‍♀️

Will he commit the new phrase to memory like he did the first two? 🙃

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

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Chapter Summaries

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

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

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

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

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie. It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - Will be posted soon.

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transgenderteensurvivalguide · 7 months

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How do I ask my mom to get on testosterone? My mom’s pretty supportive and has asked me how she can help me feel more comfortable but I just don’t know what to say to her.

Lee says:

If you're a minor, you will need her permission to start testosterone which may take time, so think of your first conversation about starting T as just that-- the first conversation of many! It can take a number of conversations before she understands why you want T and how important it is for you, even if she's pretty supportive in general.

If you're not a minor, approach the conversation in a way that makes it clear that you've already made up your mind and are starting the process and are taking the time to inform her because she's important to you and you want her to know what's going on in your life but make sure she understands that you've already decided and you're not looking for feedback on whether or not you should do it.

In either situation, there are some basic steps to follow:

1. Choose the Right Time and Setting:

Find a quiet, comfortable place where you both can sit down without distractions. Choose a time when you both aren't rushed or stressed.

If you help clean up after dinner, for example, you could go on a walk together in the evening and then have a talk as you walk which can make it easier to discuss heavy topics because you don't have to be sitting face-to-face.

You could also talk on a weekend if you have an activity scheduled that'll get you out of the house after, like hanging out with friends, which can provide an excuse to have a hard stop to the discussion time if you need to leave at a certain point and seeing friends can help you de-stress too.

This might seem obvious, but don't do it on a holiday day! It might be a convenient time for you if you're normally away at school, but Thanksgiving Day or the first night of Hanukkah something is not the best time to discuss something like this.

2. Start with Appreciation:

Begin by expressing gratitude for her support so far. For example: "Mom, I really appreciate how understanding and supportive you've been about my identity. It means a lot to me."

3. Express Your Feelings:

Share your feelings and experiences. Let her know how you've been feeling and why you believe testosterone is the right step for you. For instance: "Lately, I've been feeling [describe your feelings], and after a lot of research and self-reflection, I believe that starting testosterone could help me feel more aligned with who I am."

If you've been struggling with dysphoria or mental illness, this is a good opportunity to bring that up and request a therapist, which can also be a step toward starting T as some providers will request a mental health letter before starting HRT.

4. Provide Information:

It's possible that your mom might not know much about testosterone and its effects. Offer to share resources, articles, and connect her with other parents whose children have started T (if you know of any-- if you don't, PFLAG is a good place to start). This can help her understand more about the process of starting T and it's also a good opportunity to demonstrate that you've done your research and are prepared and know what to expect yourself.

5. Address Concerns:

Be prepared for questions or concerns. It's natural for a parent to worry about their child's well-being and she may wonder what the long-term health ramifications could be. Address her concerns calmly and provide reassurance, and remind her that your care will be supervised by a medical professional who can answer additional questions at your intake/consult.

6. Ask for Support:

Be direct in asking for her support. You could say, "I understand this is a lot to take in, but I was hoping you could support me in starting testosterone. It's something I believe will greatly benefit my well-being." That way you've asked her to be on your team working with you.

7. Offer to Involve Her:

If she's open to it, suggest that she accompany you to a support group or medical consultation (if you're a minor). This can help her feel involved and provide her with a better understanding of the process.

You should be direct in explaining what you're looking for when you invite her to be involved. If you just need her consent, tell her that you've already researched it and found a good provider who is in-network with your insurance, and is accepting new pediatric patients for HRT, so you don't need her help scheduling the appointment but need her to accompany you.

If you don't know what the next step is, you can ask her to take the lead in the process and work together with your to find a provider.

8. Be Patient:

Even if she's supportive, she might need some time to process the information. Give her the space to think and come back to the conversation later if needed.

Again, this isn't the final conversation you'll have with her on the topic, so be ready to discuss it again whether or not she says no or yes or maybe.

9. Seek Professional Guidance:

Consider suggesting a joint session with a therapist or counselor who has experience with working with trans folks. They can provide both of you with guidance, support, and resources, and may help you if you need to get a letter for HRT.

10. Just do it!

It's hard to know how to say it, but sometimes you just have to bite the bullet and go for it. Your mom's primary concern is likely your happiness and well-being, but that doesn't mean she will necessarily immediately support medical transitioning without any reservations or hesitation even if she supported other aspects of your transition, and knowing that and being prepared for it will help you be prepared to deal with that possibility if it happens.

You're opening yourself up for rejection and getting hurt emotionally if she doesn't respond the way you hope she will, so make sure you have a support system ready to help you out if you need it. Tell your friends about your plan and make sure someone will be available to process what happened after the conversation is over. Treat yourself and remember that you're super brave and doing what you need to do to be happy in your body.

If you're emotionally mature enough to deal with talking with your mom about something tough, and you show that you're responsible and would be able to handle taking a medication, and that you're consistent and persistent in your identity and request to be on HRT, she may realize that you're growing up and you're ready to have a vote when it comes to your own care.

Good luck!

Followers, any advice for anon?

#Lee says #parents #trans #transgender #hrt #testosterone #t #conversations #scripts #script

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dabislilbaby · 1 year

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Only for you, Toshi

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Shinsou x f!Reader

A/N: This is scheduled to post on the 30th so Happy Thanksgiving everyone!❤️ I hope you all had a wonderful holiday. :)

Best friends to lovers trope. Characters are age 18 at the time of the smut scene.

Feedback is welcome as always, enjoy<3

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy, oral (f receiving), fingering, choking, biting, scratching, spitting, masturbation kinda, praise kink, a bit of auralism, and denki being an adorable idiot for 5 minutes LMFAO.

Summary: You and Hitoshi have been best friends for almost your entire time together at U.A. and had been in love with each other for almost as long. You never told each other how you felt, but after getting drunk at your graduation party, Hitoshi lets something slip.

Word Count: 8k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa @juslili

"Hey! You're Hitoshi Shinsou, right?" You smiled at the purple haired boy with your lunch tray in hand. He raised his head to meet your gaze. He hesitated, but then nodded his head quietly. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" His eyes widened ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable. He swallowed the bite of food he was holding and moved his bag off the table in front of him, opening up the space for you. All while not saying a word. "Thank you" you said quietly while taking a seat.

You'd seen Shinsou around campus a few times, and watched him in the recent sports festival. He always seemed to be alone. At lunch, in the hallways, before and after school. Even when you'd visit your friend's dorm building that he also happened to live in, he was always by himself. You'd heard rumors, people talk. You asked one or two people about him, and they all said to stay away. Nobody trusted him and everyone was scared of his quirk. Everyone thinks he has malicious intent. Like at any moment a switch could flip and he'll become a villain. But that's not what you saw.

You wanted to be his friend.

"I'm y/n by the way. I'm in the support course." He was still quiet and just nodded his head. Why wasn't he saying anything? You took a bite of your food, as did he, sitting in a moment of silence. "I watched you at the sports festival." You paused, he almost unnoticeably tensed. "You did good." You gave him a soft smile. His tired eyes met yours, and finally he spoke. "Thank you." His pale cheeks were slightly pink and his voice was soft and gentle. Your smile grew, satisfied that you got him to say something.

The two of you spent the rest of lunch in a comfortable silence.

Every day for the next month, you sat with shinsou at lunch. Everyday, getting a little bit more of a conversation out of him, bit by bit. He didn't talk very much. He seemed nervous most of the time. It didn't bother you, but you wanted to know why.

"Shinsou, can I ask you something?" He nodded, swallowing a bite of food. "How come you're so quiet all the time? You don't talk very much." His breath hitched a bit at the question. He hesitated before answering. "I don't want to make people worry that I'll use my quirk on them. So I try not to talk very much, to make others more comfortable." He took another bite of food. Your expression saddened, realizing why he acted the way he did. Always so gentle and soft spoken. He didn't want to scare you. You shook your head. "I'm not worried about it. I trust you." His cheeks grew warm. You trusted him? Why? And then he asked. "Why?" You raised an eyebrow. "Why what?"

"why do you trust me?" You instinctively put your hand over top of his. "Well, because we're friends. Aren't we?" To you, the gesture was friendly, but it sent an unfamiliar warmth to his chest. Shinsou's face flushed red. He didn't know you thought of him as a friend. The only time the two of you ever spoke was at lunch, or the occasional wave when you'd come to his dorm with your friend. But he's never had a real friend before. Everyone was always too scared of him. Too distrusting. He gave a weak smile, but it seemed genuine because of the soft look in his eyes. "I'm glad you're comfortable with me y/n. I'll never use my quirk on you, I promise." You giggled at his promise. "I know silly." He felt reassured.

After that day, you and Shinsou started to become closer. You started hanging out outside of lunch. He'd walk you to class sometimes, or you to his. You'd visit his dorm sometimes and he, yours. He'd opened up to you about his childhood, and his dream to become a hero. He wanted so bad to help people and just add something good to the world. He was working hard to get into the hero course, and you supported him every step of the way. All the while, he'd been trying to ignore the ginormous crush he was getting on you. You were his best friend, and he didn't want to make things weird. He thought it best to pretend like it wasn't there instead of risk losing you, so he never said a word.

You were sitting in your room, tinkering with a support item you were making him as a surprise. He'd started training with Mr. Aizawa in hopes to get into the hero course, and you wanted to give him a gift to show how proud of him you were. As you were tightening the screws on the black voice modifier, your phone dinged.

Sleepy Head💜

Hey, I've got some good news

Can you come over?

You

Omw :)

I've got a surprise for you

Sleepy Head💜

A surprise?

You didn't respond to his last message, leaving him to wonder what surprise you had for him. You took 2 extra minutes to finish up the last little touches of his mask before throwing it in your bag and heading to his dorm.

You knocked lightly on his door. "It's open" you heard him call from the other side. You turned the knob and opened his door, finding him struggling with the capturing scarf Mr. Aizawa gave him during training. It was all tangled around his arms and neck, and it seemed to tighten at every pull he made. "I swear to God, how does he use this thing so easily?" He spat in frustration. You laughed. "Here, let me help." You closed the door behind you and walked over to your friend. His arms relaxed with a deep sigh of defeat. You started to untangle his arms, pulling bits of the fabric over his head. "How am I supposed to become a hero if I can't even figure out how to use this stupid scarf." You could tell he was frustrated. "You'll get the hang of it." You reassured him.

He stretched his neck as you pulled the last bit of the fabric off of him. "Thanks" he mumbled quietly, plopping down on his bed. "So what's your big news?" You followed his action, situating yourself in his desk chair.

"Mr. Aizawa said that next week the hero course students from class A and B are gonna be training together, and he wants me to join." You sat up in your seat with a gasp of excitement. "What?! Really? Oh my God that's great!" He smiled at your excitement being even bigger than his. "Well this just makes my surprise all that much better!" You cheesed, reaching into your bag. He quirked a brow as he watched you rummage thru your things. You pulled out the sleek black mask and held it out to him he stood and grabbed it from your hands. "What is it?" He turned it every which way in his hands, studying the object. You tucked your legs to your chest in his chair, resting your chin on your knees. "It's a voice-altering mask." He sat back down on his bed. "How does it work?" He put the mask over his face. You moved your legs, scooting the chair closer to him. "Well, I know you struggle with using your quirk because people know how it works, so they won't respond when you speak." He nodded his head in agreement. "I made this with several different metal plates. When you turn the dial..." You reached out and demonstrated. "...it will transform and resonate your vocal chords, so you can mimic the sound of someone else's voice." His eyes went wide. "Woah, that's so cool!" He looked fascinated and you smiled. "Try it out" you gesture. He turned the dial a few times and then spoke. "How does this sound?" His eyes went wide at his own words. It unmistakably sounded exactly like your voice. He removed the mask. "Thank you y/n, this means a lot." You leaned forward in his chair, wrapping your arms around him. "Only for you, Toshi." He was so glad that you couldn't see his face. His cheeks were beet red as he returned the hug. He was fighting the urge to kiss you, but he knew he couldn't. He did his best to quickly disperse the color in his cheeks before pulling away from the hug.

"have you thought about your hero name yet? Or how you're gonna design your costume?" His hand reached to scratch the back of his neck nervously. "Uh...I've been too busy training to really think about it much." Your eyes widened. "Well we better start now." You smiled, stealing a notebook and a pencil off of his desk.

For the next hour, the two of you were trying to come up with names while you sketched out a costume design for him.

You were both in his bed. Him laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. You criss-cross apple sauce next to him, notebook resting in your lap. You tapped the pencil on your bottom lip. "What about Puppet Master?" You questioned, drawing out some more body sketches. "Nah it sounds too much like a villain name, I wanna avoid that." You crossed out the name on the corner of your page, continuing to draw. "What if my hero name was just my quirk? Brainwash?" He turned his head to you. You hummed. "it's a good name in theory, but then everyone will know what your quirk is and that will make it difficult."

"that's true..." His gaze turned back to the ceiling. "Control? No that sounds villainy too." He mumbled to himself. You heard him yawn. "Maybe your name should be sleepy head since you're so damn tired all the time." You teased with a small laugh. "Oh shush" he nudged you with his elbow. "You're the only one who gets to call me that." He paused. "Besides, I'm not even tired." You scoff and look over at him. His fingers were interlocked behind his head and his eyes were closed. "Says the one who's half asleep." He peeked one eye open, glaring at you with his purple Irises. "I'm awake, I swear."

You scoffed again before returning your attention to the notebook. "Yeah, okay." A small smirk crept up on his lips as he let his eyes close again. There was a long pause. "What about Hypno?" You asked. "Hm... Hypno..." He repeated, rolling the word around on his tongue. "Yeah, I like it." You smiled. "Hypno it is then." You picked up the notebook and turned it towards him. You tapped his arm with the pencil, signaling him to open his eyes. "What do you think?" His eyes fluttered open and scanned over the black and purple costume you'd drawn out for him. He honestly loved everything about the design, and it just made it so much better that you were the one who made it for him. He smiled. "It's perfect."

"You like it?" You questioned as if you didn't believe him. He nodded his head. "I love it." Your smile beamed and it made him happy. He loved seeing you smile. You pulled the notebook back into your lap. "As soon as you get accepted into the hero course I'll have Hatsume help me make it."

"if I get accepted." He retorted. "Hey!" You smacked his arm. "You will get accepted. I know it. You deserve it Hitoshi, you've been working so hard." He didn't know what to say, so he just nodded in agreement with you, blush painting his cheeks. He appreciated how you always kept him focused on his goal and made him feel like it was worth the effort. You were his biggest fan and he didn't even know it.

After a long moment of silence and you rummaging thru your bag, you checked the time on your phone. "It's getting late, I should probably head back to my dorm." You turned to look at him but he was suddenly asleep. His mouth parted just a little, his chest rising and falling steadily. you watched as his nose scrunched in the cutest way.

Your feelings for him weren't just friendly. Just like he was, you'd grown to care for him as something more. You had no idea about his feelings, and he, yours. You wouldn't dare tell each other how you felt out of fear that it would scare the other one away.

You sighed, he always looked so at peace when he slept. You decided you'd just leave and text him in the morning. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, making his nose scrunch again in his unconscious state. "Goodnight, sleepy head." You whispered, not wanting to wake him. As you were about to pull away, one of his arms was thrown around your waist. He was still asleep. You tried to pull his arm off of your lap but his hold was like a vice grip. A small yelp left your lips when you were yanked in his direction. Your cheeks were burning. "H-hitoshi..." You tried to shake him awake. He grumbled a low hum in his unconscious state. "I need to go home." His hold got tighter. He was unaware of what he was doing. "Stay." He said it so quietly that you barely heard him. He tended to talk in his sleep, you sighed. "Okay... I'll stay." You nuzzled your face into his chest, unable to hide the color in your cheeks. Even tho he wasn't awake to see it anyway. "Only for you, Toshi." You whispered.

The next morning, the two of you decided to ignore that fact that you woke up completely wrapped up in each others arms.

He pretended like he didn't think you looked so pretty curled up like a kitten in his arms. He pretended like he didn't wanna stay in bed with you that whole day. He pretended like he wasn't sad when the scent you left on his sheets finally disappeared after a few days.

...

You pretended like it didn't make your feelings for him grow. You pretended like you didn't wish to wake up to him every morning. You pretended like you didn't miss the way he smelled when your head was buried in his chest.

The two of you never spoke of it, but afterwards you were both more inclined to cuddle up to one another when hanging out. Just as friends...

The years had passed and graduation was right around the corner.

Hitoshi had made it into the hero course, starting at the beginning of your second year. And you got an internship with Detnerat, after they reformed from the liberation, helping some of the biggest heroes with their gear. You helped Toshi move all of his stuff to Class 1-A's dorm once he got accepted. You made his hero costume with some help from Hatsume, and celebrated with him when he got his provisional license. You were there for all the big moments and he wouldn't have had it any other way. He wanted you there for all his big accomplishments, always.

It was another late night spent in Hitoshi's dorm room. There was music playing from his speaker and the lights were dim. He sat up against his pillows, legs extended to the length of his mattress and your head was in his lap, laying perpendicular to him. You were in a comfortable silence, both of you just scrolling thru your phones in each other's company. Every now and then you'd glance over to see his socked feet fidgeting with one another. Or the way he subconsciously chewed on his necklace while watching endless amounts of tik toks. You'd listen to him laugh whenever you'd send him something from just a few inches away. Or when he'd flip his phone downward to show you something he was looking at.

"Mina said theres gonna be a big party for graduation on Saturday." You both continued to stare at your phones when you spoke to each other. "yeah I heard about it this morning, apparently we're hosting." You laughed. "You don't sound too happy about it."

"You know how I feel about parties. There's too many people." His nose scrunched at the thought. "C'mon Toshi, we're graduating next week." You flipped over on your stomach and laid between his legs, peering up at him. It wasn't uncommon for you to lay on him like this, but it still made him flustered every time, tho you never noticed. "We should go and have a little fun." He did his best to inconspicuously hide his pink cheeks. Why did you have to be so damn cute? Why did you have to look at him like that? With that... Look... In your eyes. He sighed, defeated. "Okay, okay, fine. We can go to the damn party." He sounded annoyed, but truthfully he didn't mind as long as he was going with you. You rolled back over on to your back, staying between his legs and resting your head on his stomach. "You'll have fun, I promise."

You were finishing up your make up when your phone started going off one notification after the other.

Sleepy Head💜

Would you hurry up and get here already?

A bunch of people are starting to show up and I feel... awkward.

I need you.

I need you. That made you smile.

You

I'll be there soon I promise

Leaving in 5

Sleepy Head💜

Okay, I'll be outside

Meet me at the tequila fountain when you get here.

You

Tequila fountain????

Sleepy Head💜

Denki's idea🤦🏻‍♂️

You

Ofc it was Denki🤦‍♀️

Omw

As you're getting closer to class 1-A's dorm building, you can hear the loud music and start to see the many colors of flashing lights. There are crowds of people. Probably the entire senior student body was there, as well as a handful of underclassmen. There were students from all different departments at U.A.

Mina told you that a lot of people were invited, but you didn't expect this many. You thought about shinsou, he was probably so uncomfortable right now. He didn't like big crowds, they made him nervous.

You quickly made your way around the back of the building, spotting an 10 foot tall fountain with clear liquid pouring over the edges. You saw a familiar tuft of purple hair thru the crowds of people.

You snaked your way thru the people until you found yourself behind Hitoshi. You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned in your direction.

God, you looked so pretty. You wore black, ripped jeans with a chain hanging off two of the belt loops. A cropped blue hoodie that was baggy around the arms and matching sneakers. Your hair was down and natural, big golden hoop earrings poking thru. And your lips were-

"Sorry I'm late, Hatsume couldn't figure out what to wear." Your voice broke him from his trance. "Uh, n-no no you're fine." His hand came to scratch at the back of his neck nervously.

"sheesh, lookin' good tink." You heard Kaminari's voice, who was standing right next to Hitoshi. You did a little playful twirl at his comment, reveling in the praise. "I try" you joked and you and Denki both laughed.

Him and Hitoshi became friends after he was accepted into the hero course. And because of that, he became your friend too. He gave you the nickname "tink" because of all the support items you'd make the both test out for you constantly.

Hitoshi was always a bit jealous of the way Denki flirted with you, but he knew it was just playful and didn't mean anything. It was mostly because he didn't have the balls to say those things to you himself. But you did look absolutely amazing.

"So, is this the legendary tequila fountain?" You gestured to the large thing behind the two boys. Hitoshi turned his head for just a second before turning back to you. "Indeed it is" he replied, taking a sip of his drink. "Where the hell do you even buy such a thing?"

"He practically begged Momo on his hands and knees" shinsou said matter-of-factly. "Did not!" Denki retorted. "Yes you did!" You heard Momo's faint voice from somewhere close by in the crowd. It made you and Toshi both break out laughing, and Kaminari just pouted. "It was supposed to be beer, but Todoroki said it would make it flat and Bakugo said he'd 'blow me to bits' if I wasted all the beer." He spoke, using air quotes around Bakugo's line.

You and Toshi both laughed again before your stomach made a small noise. You put your hand over your exposed skin. "I probably should've eaten before I came." Hitoshi's hand found the small of your back as he led you to the door. "C'mon, there's like 20 boxes of pizza in the kitchen."

Hours passed of you and Shinsou just enjoying the party. Him, not so much but he was having fun with you at least. You'd both decide to take a social break and head over to the familiar green couches in the big room. "Do you want me to refill your drink? Toshi asked as you sat down on the couch. "Yes please" you handed him your red cup as you leaned into the cushions. Denki was on the couch opposite you flirting with some girl.

After a few minutes, Toshi came back with your drink and settled into the couch next to you. He leaned back and rested his arm over the cushions, you instinctively laid your head on the inside of his shoulder and tucked your legs underneath you. The two of you just sat on your phones for a bit, recharging your social batteries.

At some point, Denki looked over at the two of you and noticed how you were sitting. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to Hitoshi.

Sparky⚡

Dude.

Shinsoup🍲

What?

Sparky⚡

Are you ever gonna fucking ask her out?

Hitoshi peered down at you for a second to make sure you weren't paying attention, and then responded.

Shinsoup🍲

No.

Sparky⚡

Why not??

Come on man, you've been pining for her for longer then we've even been friends.

Ask. Her. Out.

He glared over his phone screen to give Denki an annoyed look.

Shinsoup🍲

Denki🤦🏻‍♂️

We've talked about this a million times.

She's my best friend, I don't wanna ruin it and make things awkward between us.

I'm not willing to risk losing her.

Sparky⚡

I don't understand why you're so convinced it would screw things up.

She might have feelings for you too.

Shinsoup🍲

Are you kidding me??

Look at her Denks.

She's way out of my league. What are the chances that she feels even a bit of the same way that I do?

Sparky⚡

What are the chances????

Dude, I AM looking at her.

Do you not see the way she's cuddled up to you rn??

Hitoshi took a moment to gaze down at you. He watched the way you'd readjust and nuzzle your head into his chest every so often. Or the way you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as you scrolled thru the social media on your phone. He looked back at his phone screen.

Sparky⚡

She's clearly in love with you

You don't see her cuddling up to me or Midoriya like that.

His face turned a bit red and you felt his heart rate increase next to your ear. "You okay Toshi?" You asked, not even looking up from your phone. "What? Oh- no yeah I'm fine..." He said quickly.

Shinsoup🍲

She's just really comfortable with me

It doesn't mean anything.

Sparky⚡

That's a fuckin lie and you know it.

Just then, Mina came around the corner of the couch calling your name. "Y/n!!!" She grabbed your hand and started pulling you from the couch. "come on, there's this guy I want you to meet!" Hitoshi's focus left his phone when he felt the loss of your warmth laying on him. "He's really cute!!" She whisper-yelled to you as she pulled you away and out of earshot of the two boys.

"Guy?" Hitoshi mumbled to himself. Denki leaned forward on the couch across from him. "You better make a move before someone else does, bro"

"yeah, I know I know!" He replied, annoyed. Pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut, pressing his lips into a flat line.

Mina dragged you across the room until you were in the presence of a tall man with dark eyes. "Y/n, this is Yo Shindo! He graduated from Ketsubutsu last year." The stranger grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the soft skin at the back of your palms. "You're even prettier than Ashido described, it's nice to meet you y/n."

Your cheeks were dusted in a light shade of pink. "Oh- uh th-thank you." He smiled at you sweetly. Shinsou could see the altercation from across the room and he was not pleased to say the least. Who was this guy? Why was he touching you like that? ....why didn't you pull away? Many thoughts and doubts were swarming his mind. God damnit... Denki was right. The thought of messing things up and losing you was horrible, but the thought of you belonging to someone else made him absolutely sick to his stomach. He had to do something.

He needed a drink. Something to help him muster up the courage to say something to you, or at least drag you away from whoever this guy was.

about an hour passes, you've been having a really nice conversation with Shindo. He was nice, and funny. Seemed to have a successful career as a hero ahead of him. And he was definitely handsome. He was text book perfect. However, that didn't stop you from glancing around the room every so often trying to spot your purple haired friend. Just out of curiosity of what he was doing.... Not 'cause you missed him or anything....

Shindo had excused himself to find the restroom. You reached into your pocket, looking for your phone. Your eyes widened when you felt nothing there. You almost panicked, all of your project designs were on your phone. You couldn't lose it. You thought back to the last place you remembered having it...... On the couch with shinsou!!

You quickly made your way over to the green couches, thankfully finding your phone on one of the cushions. Toshi wasn't there anymore and neither was Denki. Your eyes scanned the room, wondering where the two boys had gone. They landed on a small crowd of people surrounding one of the tables. They were chanting something, but it was hard to hear over the music. You walked a bit closer and thru the crowd you spotted Denki's signature lightning bolt.

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" you hear the other students shouting. You push past a few people, making it to the front. You saw Denki, holding up his phone and recording with a drink in his other hand. Your eyes shifted to the right and there was Hitoshi, chugging the biggest bottle of tequila you've ever seen. Your eyes went wide, you'd never seen him act like that before.

As the clear liquid slowly disappeared, he slammed the bottle down on the table. Any harder and it might have shattered. The groups of students screamed and cheered, and then he spotted you. His face lit up. "Y/N!" You moved closer to him. "I wuz js gunna com find yuu. I had sumthin I wanned to tak to yuu bout." He was slurring his words a bit when he spoke. "Toshi, are you drunk?" You cupped his cheeks trying to keep his head from moving so you could see how dilated his pupils were. "Mmmm maybee uh lil" he pinched the air in front of his face, squinting his eyes a bit.

You turned to Denki, glaring at him. "Denki how much has he had to drink?" His face flushed with embarrassment, maybe a bit of guilt too. "Just a few........ Bottles..."

"BOTTLES???" You scolded. "Denks you know he doesn't hold his alcohol that well." His hands came up defensively. "He said he needed to get his mind off something, this was the only thing I could think of!" You rolled your eyes and turned back to shinsou. "Of course it was" you mumbled. "I'm gonna take him upstairs okay? I'll see you tomorrow." Denki gave a weak smile and nodded you off.

You lifted Toshi's arm and put it over your shoulder. "Come on big boy, let's get you to your room." His only response was a hum of approval while you made your way thru the crowds of people and to the dorm's elevator.

Once inside, he stood behind you and slumped his tall form over your shoulders. His chin rested on the top of your head, and it was quiet for a bit before you decided to speak. "Sorry I ditched for the past hour, I shouldn't have left you alone with denki's irresponsible ass." You scoffed. He turned his head so his cheek was now nuzzled in your hair. "t's okey y/n." He slurred.

The walk back to his dorm room was quiet aside from a few incoherent mumbles coming from him. You opened his door and sat him down on the bed. You were about to step away to grab him some water, but he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to him, resting his head against your stomach. Your face was a bit red, but you accepted his affection anyway. "Toshi, are you okay?" You ran a hand over his soft hair, causing him to look up at you thru lidded eyes. He was quiet for a second before answering. "... you're so pretty." He was slurring his words a bit less. Your face was definitely beet red now, and you didn't know how to respond.

You pulled away from him to dig thru the stash of snacks he kept in his room. "Here, you need to eat something." You handed him a granola bar and a bottle of water you grabbed out of his mini fridge. He took it from you and started ripping open the package.

You took a seat next to him on the bed, running your hand thru your own hair as he leaned over and plopped his head in your lap. He always seemed to be more affectionate with you on the rare occasions he had alcohol in his system. you ran your hand over his hair again, giving him a soft look. He was so cute.

"Toshi?" He hummed in response with a mouth full of granola. "You said there was something you wanted to talk to me about earlier?" You felt his body tense up a bit, and for him, the haze of the alcohol subsided just a little when you brought it up. He sat up, swallowing the bite of food in his mouth. "Oh uh- it was nothing..." Scratching the back of his neck nervously like he so often did. You could tell he was lying. Between the comment Denki made about him wanting to get his mind off something, and his drunken admission to wanting to talk, you knew there was something wrong.

You turned to face him, tucking your legs in on the bed. "Hitoshi you know you can talk to me about whatever is going on." He lifted his head to meet your gaze, noticing the worried look on your face and it made him feel a bit guilty. "I just...." He sighed and looked back down to his lap. "I don't wanna say something that might ruin our friendship."

The look in your eyes saddened, you put your hand on his forearm. "Toshi you're my best friend, and nothing will ever change that."

"But that's the problem!" He shouted. You stayed quiet and removed your hand from his arm. He sighed again, resting his elbows on his thighs and holding his face in his palms. "I just-..... I don't wanna be just your friend anymore y/n." He looked over to gage your reaction, but you were frozen. He panicked, he shouldn't have just blurted that out. Maybe he could blame it on the alcohol.

"Uh- I mean... I shouldn't have s-" he was interrupted by the feeling of your lips pressed against his. Your soft hands holding onto his face as you leaned forward into him. He was....shocked. Unable to reciprocate the kiss at first.

You pulled away from him, studying the look in his eyes. They were wide with confusion written all over his beet red face. Did you misread what he meant by that statement?

Before you had time to think about it any further, he returned your kiss, smashing his lips on yours now. It was soft and gentle, and yet still said everything that his words couldn't in that moment.

His hand cupped your face, thumb rested on your cheek while his finger tips laced thru your hair. You weren't quite sure if it was the heavy amounts of alcohol in his system combined with the small amount in your own, but whatever was happening here, it didn't seem like either of you wanted it to stop.

Time was fuzzy, and you didn't know how long that kiss lasted. Eventually you both pulled away, pressing your foreheads together. You both still had your eyes closed, and you heard shinsou sigh. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that..." He whispers and you can hear the grin painted on his lips. You opened your eyes and rested a hand on his cheek, pulling his gaze to yours as his eyes opened as well. "Tell me then, how long it's been."

Your tone was soft and gentle, and there was something about it that gave him butterflies. His purple irises stared into yours. They were lazy and filled with a kind of desire you couldn't quite put your finger on. "Since the first day you told me you trusted me, when you grabbed my hand and said we were friends... " He paused, pulling his lips into a small smile. "...I think... I think that was the day I began to fall in love with you."

Your face burned hot at his confession. If only you'd know back then that he was just as in love with you that you were with him, maybe you could have saved all that wasted time of just being friends.

You smiled at him, and pressed your lips against his again. It only lasted a few seconds this time before he pulled away. "We should probably uh...s-stop... kissing..." His eyes shifted away from yours and his face was a bit red. You looked at him a little confused before you realized why.

"oh-" was your only reaction when you noticed the tent that had formed in his jeans. "I'm sorry y/n... I just-"

"hey..." You said softly, placing your hand on his thigh and leaning closer to him. You gently grabbed his chin, pulling his face up to meet your eyes once again. "...we don't have to stop if you don't want to baby." Lord if only you knew what that did to him. His eyes were hazed with lust as they stared into yours, and all he could do was nod his head. His lips were back on yours almost immediately, this time feeling a lot hungrier.

He leaned forward a bit more, causing you to have to lean backwards and into the mattress of his bed. Your arms instinctively found place wrapped around his neck, and you were pulling him closer to you. You felt his tongue push past your lips and tangled with yours. Your senses were overwhelmed between the heavy smell of his cologne and the taste of tequila that still lingered on his taste buds.

His hands found your waist and he pulled away for just a second so you both could catch your breath. "I-is this okay?" He had a bit of a concerned look in his eyes, but it was still mostly clouded by lust. Your eyes flicked between his and his lips. "Toshi, stop asking and just do what you want. You have my permission." You said in your most loving voice.

He swallowed hard before you pulled his face back to yours. He slid his hands under your sweater, pushing the plush fabric up as he went. You lifted your arms and his lips left yours again only to pull the sweater over your head and remove his own. He threw them both off into the dark room somewhere and leaned back down, kissing your neck. You let out a soft moan when his teeth caught the sensitive skin and suddenly you felt light headed.

His lips were on your shoulders and your collar bone, his hand circling to your back. The clip on your bra snapped open and he pulled it off your arms while continuing to kiss in between your breasts. You laced your fingers thru his soft purple hair when his tongue glazed over your right nipple. You whined when the feeling went straight to your already soaking wet core.

He sucked and licked at your hardened bud, making sure to give the other one the same attention. He loved all your little moans and whimpers, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more, addicted to the way you sounded.

He quickly unbuttoned your jeans, pulling his lips away from your chest to pull them, with your panties off your legs. You kept them closed at first, tucked into your stomach with bent knees. He was about to ask for permission, but remembered what you said, and decided to demand it instead. "Open your legs for me kitten." Your cheeks ran hot as your knees slowly parted before him. "Fuuuck-" he breathed out heavily, palming the throbbing erection in his jeans. He was blushing so hard. Just looking at you, like this, was making it painful to keep his dick restrained in the now tight denim.

His fingers slid between your wet folds while his other hand continued to palm at his dick. He rubbed a few gentle circles on your clit, lifting the hood and making you squirm a little. He gave another heavy sigh when he slipped his middle finger into your tight, warm hole. He pushed it in once, feeling the way your walls flexed and squeezed him, before pulling out and adding his ring finger.

He unbuttoned his own pants while pumping his fingers in and out of you, putting pressure on the gummy spot at your entrance. He freed himself of the binding fabric and you watch the way his dick leaked precum. It was so thick and stood straight up, all the way to his belly button. Fuck, was this what you've been missing?

He pulled more and more moans from your parted lips while you watched his painted black nails run over his tip. He rubbed his thumb in circles over your sensitive bud while his fingers still penetrated your heat. Your eyes were fixated on his face. He looked at you with so much love and desire, it was almost addicting. You saw a thick glob of spit leave his lips and fall to his shaft, coating his entire length with it as he stroked himself to the sight of his fingers disappearing inside of you. He moaned. "you're so pretty y/n..." He felt you clench around his fingers when he praised you and his eyes flicked up to yours with a smirk.

"you like that?" He questioned and you bit your lip without an answer. He leaned down closer to you, curling his fingers to your sweet spot. "You like it when I call you pretty, kitten?" His tone was dark and sultry. "Toshi~" you whined, and suddenly all the shyness he felt earlier was gone.

His lips met your neck again, sucking and leaving purple bruises all over your soft skin. You moan in his ear and he twitched and throbbed in his own hand. But it still wasn't enough. He wanted to hear you crying and screaming for him. He pulled his fingers out of you, sitting up and shoving them in his own mouth. The way he sucked on his own fingers, tasting you, was so lewd.

His hands slid up the back of your thighs, pushing your knees farther apart and as far down to the mattress as your flexibility would allow him. He leaned down and kissed all around your soft stomach, even leaving a hickey or two on your love handles. "So pretty all soaking wet for me." You closed your eyes and let out a breathy moan when you felt his wet, warm tongue push past your folds and swirl around your gummy walls. His hands squeezed your thighs as he began to devour you. "Ugh~ fuck Toshi." You whimpered and he groaned against your skin. That's what he wanted to hear.

You laced your fingers thru his messy hair while he stared up at you thru dark lashes. "Right there" you whispered, pulling on his purple locks. " Fuck right there." You repeated.

You pushed your hips up into his face and pulled his head down on you more. He loved the way you were just using his mouth. He was rutting his hips into the mattress, desperate for some kind of friction but too drunk on your pussy to stop. Your whimpers were getting loud and he could tell you were nearing your climax. Soon, your thighs closed around his head and he let them, bringing his hands to hold your waist and rub comforting circles with his thumb on your warm skin. You let out a loud cry of pleasure, arching your back off the bed and pushing your head back against his pillow. He continued to use his tongue to play with your clit while you rode out your high in his mouth.

Eventually, you came down from your climax with heavy breaths, high on euphoria. He pulled away from your heat and leaned over you. "You taste so sweet, kitten" he licked his lips. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue and staring at him with lust blown eyes. He caught on to your silent request, and another thick glob of spit landed on your taste buds. "I had no idea you were so nasty." he said, leaning down to make out with you some more. "Only for you, Toshi" you whined between kisses.

You felt the tip of his dick slide against your clit while he kissed you and grinded his hips against yours. You grabbed his shoulders, pushing him off of you and onto his back, immediately climbing on top of him straddling his waist. Fuck it was hot when you took control like that.

He held on to your hips, helping you move them against his, sliding your wet folds up and down his shaft. You watched him come undone beneath you as he struggled to form his next words. "I d-dont have a condom ugh~" he ended his sentence with a soft moan. "Don't worry about it" you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in close. "I wanna feel all of it." You seductively whispered in his ear. He whined, and you felt him twitch. "yes ma'am" the smirk painted on his face was wide.

You snaked your hand between the two of you and lined his tip with your entrance. "Are you sure?" He asked and before you had time to answer you were already sliding yourself down on his length. "Oooh fuck~" you both moaned at the same time. "God you feel even better than I imagined." He held onto your waist while you rocked your hips back and forth. It felt so good the way he stretched you out. He started leaving more bite marks on your neck and shoulders, and he gained a few scratches on his chest.

You took one of his hands and slid it to your neck, silently asking him to squeeze. "are you sure? I don't wanna hurt-" you interrupted him. "Choke me Hitoshi, please." You whined. And without any further thought, his grip tightened and your eyes rolled back. You were moving faster and your whimpers were getting louder, almost screams as you repeated a string of curses. The look in his eyes was dazed as he watched you bounce on him, strangled cries of pleasure leaving your throat from how hard he squeezed it. You were feeling light headed and coming close to your second orgasm.

You started moving your hips in such a way that dragged your clit against his pelvis while he hit your g-spot with every bounce. Your legs started shaking a bit and his other arm wrapped all the way around your waist while he flipped you over so he was back on top. His hand still wrapped around your throat while he rammed himself into you. "Cum for me, kitten. Ngh~ fuck, please." He begged. He kept moving so his skin dragged against your clit, just like you had it moments ago. You started crying out loudly because of how hard he was hitting your cervix. You instinctively covered your mouth, trying not to be too loud, but he wasn't having that. He took his free hand and ripped yours away from your face. "Absolutely fuckin not." He growled. "I wanna hear every bit of how good I make you feel." He pinned your arm to the pillow while he continuously slammed his hips against yours. It wasn't long before you were squeezing him tight and gushing all over his dick.

Your thighs squeezed his hips and your walls flexed as he threw his head back with a sinful moan and his own string of curses. "Ugh~ perfect... Sooo fucking perfect holy shit."

You felt hot, sticky ropes of cum start to spill out inside of you while you milked him for all he had. His hips stuttered and his thrusts got messy with the last little bit that leaked out. And with one final hard thrust, his grip on your throat loosened and he collapsed on top of you, burying his head in your neck. He braced himself on his elbows and you could hear his labored breathing in your ear.

He stayed like that for a bit, and then slowly pulled out of you, groaning quietly from the sensitivity. His cum started to leak out of you as he sat back on his knees. You felt two of his fingers, entering you again and you whined. He let his cum leak out onto his fingers before he pulled them out and shoved them in your mouth. He stared into your eyes, gaze still lust blown with red cheeks while he watched you suck his fingers. "Taste good?" His voice was soft and low again and you nodded your head. He smiled, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and running a thumb over your bottom lip. "That's my good girl."

He fell beside you, encasing your naked body in his arms. "...I'm sorry it took me so long to confess my feelings." He kissed your forehead. "I just couldn't wait any longer, seeing you with that....guy... Made me worry that I'd be too late if I didn't say something now." You lifted your head to look at him in his beautiful purple eyes. "I've only ever had eyes for you."

"really?" You cupped his cheek, bringing his forehead to press against yours. "only for you, Toshi."

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Found Memories. Chapter 2.

Finding Memories Sequel: (I advise you to read the 1st series for context).

Series Summary: Following the aftermath of Finding Memories, Bucky tries to complete goals he feels she would have discovered for herself as a way to let her memory live on. However, he never expected to find someone very close to who he believed she would have been if given the chance of normalcy. A journey of mourning someone he lost turned into a journey of discovering someone new happens upon the soldier. Maybe this whole normal thing isn’t as bad as he had pictured it in his mind. Maybe he had a better shot at it than he ever tried to imagine.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Teacher) Reader

Word Count: 4700+

Playlist Song: Magdalene by: The 502's

A/N: I know I said I wouldn't post another chapter until I finish writing the entire series, but I checked the follower count for the first time in a while and realized we passed 3000 followers recently!!! So I'm posting this in celebration of the 3155 people that have been kind enough to follow my writing journey and interact with stories that I put a lot of my time and effort into :) I can not explain how thankful I am for each and every one of your support!! XO

Chapter Notes: This chapter is written from the perspective of the reader. Each chapter will (for the most part) switch back and forth from Bucky and Y/N Clark's 1st person. I've read some books recently that did it in this format, and it was fun to read that way and see all points of view ;) Plus, I thought it was only fair that we saw Y/N's perspective from the last chapter, and you can get an idea of the character she will play. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it because this REALLY IS THE LAST chapter I'm posting until the series is complete. As always, please feel free to comment, even if just emojis or a few words. They all mean the world to a writer!!

Chapter 2:

I hadn't planned on going to the compound anytime soon, but Tony Stark had proved to be a sneaky man when it came to getting his way.

When I saw Morgan Stark on my enrollment sheet, my principal made a special visit to my room during the last week of summer when we reported before the kids. I was nervous about the kind of parent relationship that was to come after how serious she made the endeavor.

My principal, who is also one of the reasons I'm not staying at this school for another year, made it a big deal and practically scared me shitless that if anything was not to Mr. Stark's liking when it came to his daughter's education, it was on me to fix or else I'd be screwed.

It was a lot of pressure, considering this was a man who had saved humanity more than once and was likely to continue to rack up that number.

But the pressure was quickly taken away when he showed up to meet the teacher, and he and his wife, Pepper, were nothing short of kind and supportive parents every teacher hopes to work alongside of.

Now was he a little forward and slightly egotistical? Yes. But I was prepared, considering his reputation. Pepper balanced him perfectly and quickly put him in his place if he started getting a little too brash.

And it was quickly shown during any minor and major holiday that they were big-time gift-givers and loved to shower those that worked with them with random treats and thoughtful, yet overpriced, 'appreciations' as they called them.

I remember getting a card during Thanksgiving break that seemed simple and like any other card a parent sends as a thank you, but inside was a gift certificate for a spa day.

And no, not just a mani and pedi or a massage. It was an entire spa day treatment including; mudbaths, facials, full body massage, hot rock therapy, mani-pedi, acupuncture, and a list of other things I had never even heard of or knew as options. They had already paid for and scheduled it for me, and they had handed it to me like a Mcdonald's gift card.

I didn't feel right taking something like that from a parent even if I knew they were billionaires and it was equivalent to a Mcdonald's gift card to them. So I attempted to give it back and handed it back to Happy, who usually picked up Morgan and told him it was a kind offer, but I couldn't accept it.

The next day I had a bouquet of flowers waiting for me in the front office and a card that said;

"Sorry for leaving Tony in charge of your holiday gift. He doesn't realize how intense he gets in that department… But please do treat yourself to a spa day! I changed the package so that you and your sister can enjoy it together, and it's not nearly as overwhelming as the things he added to it. We appreciate all you do for our family. You deserve the pampering!"

It was a sweet gesture, and it felt rude to not take it after they had sent it back to me. I asked my assistant principal about it, who had Tony as a parent for the last 5 years, and she also said to take it. I wasn't used to the private school demographic as much, and she assured me that though it was nicer than what most parents gift, she's seen him gift more outrageous things that Pepper had to fix in the past.

"I had to talk him down from donating a hot air balloon ride for our field day last year. A spa gift certificate is nothing compared to what I've seen that man do…" she had said.

So though it still felt weird, I took advantage of it and took my younger sister to the spa, and we enjoyed the massages, mani-pedi, and facials we were kindly given.

All that to say, I've learned this semester that Tony was an ornery man. He reminded me of my father when it came to how he joked in conversations and how blunt he could be about his thoughts and ideas.

I had thrown something back to him during our first parent-teacher conference by the complete mistake of not filtering my thoughts. And when I thought I was going to get fired, he let out a loud laugh and told Pepper, "Finally, someone who can dish it back and not get butt hurt," he had laughed with a giant grin.

I apologized quickly and rambled about how he has remarks like my dad, and it was just a reflex to say what I countered with, and Pepper laughed too.

"It's ok, Ms. Clark. Tony needs the sass to keep him in line as often as possible."

"Yeah, it gets boring when people walk on eggshells around you. Where's the fun in etiquette?"

That got a quick eye-roll from his wife and a slap to the arm, which he laughed at, and we continued our meeting.

Since then, I have kept a professional demeanor around him, but I also don't hold back when he needs a quick sarcastic remark to put him in his place.

Now his sliding a resume into Morgan's homework folder was also on the list of things I was not expecting. Right next to the custom-made Stark iPad he gifted me for Labor Day. (Which who gives gifts for Labor Day?)

The resume was an offer to be a personal tutor for Morgan once she got to middle school. She was in 5th grade right now, and she was a bright girl. I don't know why he was worried about her having the extra help, but nonetheless, he offered me a job to be her full-time one-on-one tutor for next year.

He was willing to pay me enough that I wouldn't need a second job as a teacher. I would solely be Morgan's tutor, and the benefits and pay would be enough for me to work little hours for a salary that a top surgeon in New York would make.

A part of me struggled with the offer. I knew money-wise it would take care of everything I struggled with; rent, medical bills, helping my sister through college, and the list went on.

I should have jumped at this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to work under one of the wealthiest and most admired men alive, but my heart could never accept something like that merely because it was such an outrageous opportunity to fall in my lap.

I kept saying in the back of my head that I hadn't joined this career for the money. It was never about the money.

The only reason I took a private school job this last year (which a friend was kind enough to get my foot in the door for) was that money was tight, and I needed the slight boost that public school funding couldn't give me. But I wasn't giving up teaching; I was just moving to a different group of kids to teach. A lot more privileged and supported demographic, but I was still influencing kids' lives.

Though after the last few months, I realized it wasn't a fit for me. As much as I wanted to make it be that and push my morals aside to continue so I could keep paying for things without going into debt, deep down, it wasn't what I signed up for.

I was meant to help the underprivileged and poverty-level kids. I was that kid that grew up with one parent working more than one minimum-wage job to make ends meet and the other being underpaid as a school teacher themselves for most of my life. The educators who aided and encouraged me to be where I am now made me passionate about the same efforts.

With all that to be said, I was moving back to the public school in New York after this year, and Tony had found out.

It wasn't that I didn't care for the kids at this school. I loved them. My group of 5th graders had become 18 of my own personal children. I wanted the world for them and everything in between. The difference was they could have the world and everything in between. They had access to those resources.

The kids I was going back to had lived in a world I knew far better than the one I was in. I wasn't of major aid to my upper-class students as much as I was to the lower class. And at the end of the day, my job wasn't about the money; I continued to remind myself. It was about the next generation getting the support they needed and deserved.

So when I saw that Morgan had left her sweater in the classroom before the break and I had the resume in my hand, I called and asked if I could come to talk with him about it.

I hadn't been to the compound, and the size and security of it all was nerve-racking. The number of guards, levels of clearance, and private entrances I had to go through just to meet him in the lobby was intense.

I couldn't help but marvel at the architect and the sufficiency the place ran on while walking up the steps outside into the building.

People were walking around in grey and neutral-colored attire, and I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb with my bright red and checkered winter coat. Though I like neutral colors, I was never one to keep strictly to that. It was near impossible for me to pass up an accessory or statement piece that popped with color. Hence why I always got the comment, "Oh, you're an elementary teacher? You definitely have the wardrobe for it."

Thank God I spotted Tony only a few seconds after entering the foyer because there were three different reception desks, which I'm sure went to all kinds of departments of the massive establishment, but I wasn't sure which one to approach.

He approached me with open arms and gave me a hubristic smile as I gave him a keen one in return.

"The homework folder is meant to hold Morgan's work. Not your side hustles," I said with a raised eyebrow as I handed him a new folder with just the resume in it.

"It's work from a Stark; does that not count?" he said back, his grin never leaving.

"Yeah, but the work I'm supposed to review is usually based on story elements and division facts. I don't think Morgan is worried about salary levels and insurance benefits at her age."

"With a work ethic like her mother and a brain like her mother… She'll be managing a place like this in no time," he placed his hands in his pockets, not taking the folder just yet.

I handed off the sweater instead and held onto the folder, knowing I wouldn't be leaving with it either way.

"That I can't argue. But she may want to get her math down before she starts something like that up," I held onto my tote bag with one hand and dropped the other with the folder.

"Which is why I had that in her folder, so math and whatever else she needs help in, she can have you to h-."

He was cut off when a tall, dark-skinned man approached abruptly. I recognized him as one of the Avengers but didn't want to seem shocked or freaked out, considering I was in their home, basically.

"Hi," he said.

Running to his side was a second Avenger I somewhat recognized, but he seemed more hesitant and nervous compared to the man with a sweet gap-toothed smile in front of me.

Tony's light and teasing mood seemed to disappear with his interruption, and he took a breath before saying, "I told you I would help you after I talked with-." He was cut off as the man patted him on the arm and went to introduce himself.

"Sam Wilson," he smiled kindly, offering his hand, which I smiled back and took.

"Y/N Clark. Nice to meet you."

Sam seemed to give his friend a silent look that communicated something else, and the blue-eyed man extended his hand as well.

"James Barnes," he gave a tight-lipped smile like he was being forced to converse, but I returned a firm handshake and responded.

"Mr. Barnes. Nice to meet you."

I realized then I had seen this man earlier today at the coffee shop I stopped at before my errand here. I didn't have my head on straight at the time cause my sister had called saying that the repair man who was supposed to fix our balcony door had once again canceled and rescheduled. This was the fourth time now, and it felt like our apartment was crumbling beneath us with the 20 other things my landlord had kept pushing off.

I thought I saw him staring then too, but like most strangers, I see in public, I just gave a brief smile and moved on with my day. Though in New York, I'm still learning that isn't a regular thing here. Many native New Yorkers could go the whole day not making eye contact with a single soul on the overpopulated streets.

I brushed past the fact he was studying me like I was him, as if we were both looking for an answer to a question we didn't even know.

Tony turned all of our attention back to him as he introduced me to them briefly and promptly gave them death glares. Clearly, they were waiting on something from him, and he wasn't showing patience for what I assume were usual antics between the two with how they talked to each other.

"Cyborge and Birdman, this is Ms. Clark. She's Morgan's teacher. Ms. Clark, these are two of my most impatient co-workers. Who I asked to give me a second before I talked with them…"

"Thank this one for the interruption," James said while childishly shoving his friend to the point he teetered on his feet.

"Just seemed rude to not introduce your colleagues," Sam gritted.

"It's fine," I spoke up, attempting to break some of the tension building. And instantly, Mr. Barnes's eyes were back on me like they had been in the coffee shop. But I acted like I didn't notice and turned to Mr. Stark. "I was here to just drop off these two things anyway."

I handed the folder off successfully this time since his attention was turned to the other two, and he took it while staring at them still.

"Yeah, well, I had a few things I wanted to discuss without… This interruption." If looks could kill, his co-workers would be in a casket 6 feet under right where they stood.

"I appreciate what you're offering, but I've already told you I have a job set with another district after this year."

James Barnes was grinning like a child who just got revenge, but why, I wasn't sure.

"Yeah, but… Money." Tony said the last word like it was a magic word that would make me reconsider everything instantly and fold.

"Money is great and all, but it's not what this is about, Mr. Stark." I couldn't help but laugh even if deep down I knew the risk I was taking not accepting his proposal. I went to readjust my tote on my shoulder as a nervous tic. "Maybe after winter break and I get some paperwork back from the new school I'll be at, we will better understand what I'll have on my plate."

"That sounds like a well-worded way to put this conversation off," Tony smirked.

He wasn't wrong. I had worded it specifically as a way to keep it on the table for him knowing he'd never relent, but also to be able to walk away from the conversation and not get convinced out of my already made-up mind.

"It's Christmas break, Mr. Stark. Have a great vacation with your family, and happy holidays," I nodded, starting to turn out to walk, but before I was completely turned back, I looked at the other two men. "You two as well. I hope the world is kind enough to give you all a break as you deserve during this time."

It was true. Crime and bad guys never ended, from what the news showed, and I couldn't imagine what big holidays looked like around here.

"If I know anything about teaching, I know you'll need a break just as much," Sam shouted towards me after I was a few feet away, making me laugh.

"Happy Holidays," I said a final time before moving for the exit, thankful that the two men were there to distract Tony from trying to convince me to join his payroll.

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"Oh sweet loving sister of mine, I'm home," I shouted in a sing-song voice but was abruptly cut off when I shut the door, and she stood on the other side like a damn statue. "Mother Fu-! Hallie!" I shouted after a scream let out of me first. "Why the hell are you acting like a Victorian ghost-child and standing there like that?"

"Why didn't you tell me where you were going?" she said, quickly bypassing how she made my heart practically stop beating for 5 seconds too long.

"I told you I was going to run errands," I answered vaguely, already knowing where she was going with this but not wanting to give her the advantage.

"Yeah, errands don't normally involve going to the Avenger's Compound!" she shouted with her arms up as she watched me walk into the kitchen and follow me.

"Jesus, lower your voice. We have neighbors," I grumbled, throwing my bag on the hooks on the wall and taking my coat off as well.

"Answers, please," she crossed her arms like a mother who had just caught her daughter sneaking out to a party.

"I had to drop off something that Morgan left at the school. I figured she'd want her coat for winter break," I answered honestly, just leaving out a few other details.

"Like she wouldn't have a whole room for winter coats alone. Why did you really go?" Hallie continued to interrogate.

I looked at her, and she was unwavering. I let out a huff of air, going to the fridge to grab a Dr. Pepper and the sweet cream to make my favorite drink after an eventful day.

"I'm not lying when I said I went to drop that off," I said, pouring the soda into a glass and waiting for the foaming bubbles to go down. "And you know exactly why I didn't tell you I was going there."

"You act like I'd go insane if I stepped a single foot on that estate," she groaned, pulling a stool out at our island/ kitchen table in the tiny New York City apartment we shared. "Even if Captain Roger's has walked on those tiles and maybe breathed in the same air and all…"

"Here we go…" I mumbled, shaking the creamer bottle as I waited for what I knew was to come.

"And so what if Natasha Romanoff has probably sat in the chairs or road the elevator that leads to what I assume are suites and apartments they have to themselves on the top levels?" she paused for effect as if waiting for me to confirm or deny as if I would know. But I just stared at her, and she continued without hesitation. "It's no big deal that Sam Wilson has probably flown the EX0-7 Falcon wingsuit in the field that surrounds the compound. Or maybe even hearing Steve playing an old jazz record. I know that cause there was a girl who used to live on his street when he stayed in the city, and she said there were a few nights that he would play all kinds of old songs with beautiful trumpet solos. Oh, and!"

I absentmindedly poured the practiced amount of sweet cream into the Dr. Pepper, grabbed a straw to stir it, and took sips of it as I patiently waited for her to finish her fantasies.

She went on about Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, and any other Avenger that came to mind until she noticed me stop sipping my drink and start to slow-blink at her.

"Stop. I know that look," she pointed, stopping in her rant abruptly.

"What the you-just proved-my-point look?" I fluttered my eyelashes at her and took another sip.

"Shut up," she sneered, even though she knew I was right.

As if he had just realized people were home, her small senior brown-haired and deaf dog came hobbling around the corner and yipped when he looked at me.

"Hey, Chuck Norris," I sighed, and he came up to me, barking at my leg like I was an intruder in my own home. "I still don't think he's used to me."

"You say that like you didn't live with him for 10 years," Hallie laughed, walking over and picking him up with one hand and cradling him in her arm.

"Three of those years were just visits back home. I figured after a month of you being moved in here, his memory would catch up to realize I'm still the same person when we first rescued him."

Chuck Norris was a tiny little mutt my sister had found behind a dumpster in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel close to where we lived when we were younger.

The vet had said he was already about four or five when we brought him in, but he had no microchips or anything showing he belonged to someone. He was also malnourished from only eating scraps that fell out of the dumpster since he wasn't big enough to scrounge through it himself. So he came with a laundry list of things he needed fixing with his tiny weak body.

We only ever had one cat growing up, so it was a responsibility my parents weren't too sure about taking on. But my sister being who she is, made a presentation the next night and was able to persuade them to let her keep him for at least a month to show she could handle it.

After a month, they saw how special of a dog he was to her and how she was practically the only one he trusted, and they couldn't just send him to the pound after that.

The laundry list of illnesses and help he was going to need to get him back on his feet led to a lot of medical bills in his future. But luckily, an old friend of mine I had gone to high school with went into Veterinary school and helped my family out a few times since we were still close.

Now Chuck Norris lived here, and he didn't care that I, even if I was paying most of the bills, lived here along with him. He only trusted one person wholeheartedly in his life, and that was my sister.

Now being 14, possibly 15 years old, his eyes weren't great, and he was almost a hundred percent deaf besides sharp noises he happened to hear every once in a while. I'm almost positive he had some form of dementia, too, cause he treated me like a stranger most of the time.

He must have been sleeping when I came in cause a lot of times, if he sees my walk in, he's at my feet barking and acting like he's going to be the one to bring an end to the big monster that teases and picks at his mom.

As for the name… Don't ask. My sister's an anomaly, and that's the only answer I have to give for that.

"Back to the question at hand," my sister continued, and I groaned overdramatically before walking to the couch with my drink and turning the TV on. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to see the Tony Stark?!"

"First off, I think you answered that question when you went on your little tangent of extremely specific details. You've for sure daydreamed about the Avengers, you nerd," I started, looking up at her where she stood by the coffee table with the glossy-eyed brown mutt in her hand, who I couldn't tell was looking at me or the window that was behind me. "And second, who's to say I even saw Mr. Stark? I was just dropping off a sweater, and I could have very well just left it at reception and carried on with my day."

"It's the fact you're saying it all as a 'could have' scenario instead of just saying you did," she deadpanned.

She had me there, and that one was on me.

"It's not like it's the first time I've ever met him. He is the parent of one of my students, so it's not a big deal to me anymore," I brushed it off and looked to the TV, and started mindlessly scrolling through the evening shows.

She immediately cut off my view by standing right in front of it.

"Move," I said, peeking my head around her body, which she quickly blocked again.

"Once, I'm asking once, that I get to meet him," she bargained.

"Eventually. Just not before the break. We're all tired and have been busy, him, I'm sure more than anyone, and I don't think the compound is where he wants to worry about crazy obsessed fans bombarding him," I looked at her with a big-sister stare. "Now, the whole thing is already over and done. Can I please just drink this and watch an episode of this documentary I've been waiting to decompress to all day?"

As if I was asking too much and the universe needed to humble me, the coat rack I had hung my coat and tote bag earlier fell to the floor with a harsh crash.

I didn't even look in the direction of the latest home improvement added to the list, but instead closed my eyes and sat up some.

"Classic," I mumbled and started to move to the closet we kept our toolbag in, but before I could stand up, Hallie stopped me.

"Don't. I bargained with the building repair man to come tomorrow instead of making us wait another week," she said, looking back at the damage. "He can do that as an extra fix for being an ass."

"How'd you manage that?"

I looked at her, impressed, considering the guy was a nuisance and very much a man's man. In other words, "How could two girls on their own ever manage without a big strong man to come and save them when things fell apart?" I think he got off on being able to make us wait for him when it came to things we couldn't actually fix. Talk about a savior complex.

"I said I had to bake some cookies for one of my classes and said I would bake some extra if he came sooner," she shrugged.

"You're a musical theater major. What class is having you bake cookies?" I gave her a weird look.

"None. I just didn't want him to think I was baking them just for him," she said with a witty smile.

"Attagirl," I chuckled, patting the couch next to me. "Just for that, I'll let you pick which documentary we binge tonight."

"Why is it always with the documentaries?" she huffed, sitting next to me despite acting like she was upset with the option.

"Don't lie and act like you don't get sucked in." I stood up and put the now half-empty drink down. "I'm going to change, but look through the ones we've already started and pick from those."

"Does Unsolved Supernatural with Shane and Ryan count?" I heard her shout as I turned into my room.

Normally the answer was no, but I could go for something fun and not so serious.

"Sure, but pick a good episode!" I shouted back. "Let Christmas break commence…"

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spurgie-cousin · 5 months

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The invitation thing was a one off comment a user made on a completely different but recently made (within the last month) post. Like the comment had nothing to do with the post if I remember right. This was like 1-2 am that I went down this rabbit hole so everything was a blur after awhile LOL

Personally, I can’t wait for Tim and Heidi’s wedding. Not for further beef reasons but because the proposal and the pictures are so aesthetically pleasing so far that I expect the wedding will, too. I’m thinking spring wedding, garden party or wildflower aesthetic? Something whimsical and light. Shades of pink or green are my guess for bridesmaids and I’ll guess that Heidi’s dress is sleeveless with a looser mermaid silhouette. Or an A line with sleeves but the sleeves are off the shoulder and there’s not a modesty shirt to be found (that doesn’t seem to be her style but I’d fully believe she has beef with Jill at that point)

Damn I need to go down this rabbit hole more, I'm so ready for someone in that family to be openly anti-Jill lol. She's had it coming for so long, and it's just that much better if it's a girl and not one of the husband's like *chef's kiss*.

Wedding aesthetic-wise I get more of a classic, maybe slightly princess-y vibe from Heidi but yea definitely light, airy colors. I would LOVE it if she wore something strapless or form fitting or even boob accentuating and I know that's probably a long shot, but GOD Jill would just be seething.

Oh also I noticed that Heidi wasn't at the Rodrigues Thanksgiving this year 👀:

Which definitely just could've been a schedule thing but seems fishy to me, just because I want this rumor to be true so bad lol.

#heidi coverett #timothy rodrigues #the rodrigues family #Jill rodrigues

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https://www.auditionsfree.com/2023/casting-call-for-the-winchesters-in-new-orleans-area/

The prequel is still in production according to the casting call. Permits showed they were originally scheduled through December 25, 2022. A crew member posted on December 7 it was 85 days out of 97, 12 days to go. They should and could have wrapped before the holidays unless the schedules were to work around Jensen or Jared.

If it were just Jensen, why wouldn’t they have shot his scenes when he was there during production the days before Thanksgiving?

Is ghost of Bobby right? That they rewrote the finale to set up a 20 episode order of season 2. He’s also said the scheduling into January was to get j2m and possibly matt Cohen and JDM to be in the last 1 or 2 episodes.

What other reasons would cause such a big delay in production? Would it have anything to do with Chaos Machine losing their only employee and Head of Development?

Larry Teng and his crew seemed to expedite their production schedule for 13 episodes that wrapped before Thanksgiving.

I know jared is a loyal friend and cares about the supernatural legacy. But Sam has been erased since the beginning of the very first announcement of this prequel. Jensen even switched the order of referring to the brothers in all the press for the prequel. In promoting supernatural, it was written Sam and Dean….Chaos Machine uses Dean and Sam when referencing the brothers in any prequel promotion. Why would Jared want to make an appearance in a show that literally has erased him, to suddenly now cares about Sam Winchester? I understand the prequel needs their numbers lifted.

Will having this reunion of all the John’s and both brothers save the show to guarantee a renewal?

Goob makes as much sense as screen doors on submarines.

TW is a bubble show, the only reason why there are rewrites in the finale is to end it on a cliffhanger so that fans campaign WB to un-cancel it. Except that very rarely works. And then to suggest TW is being held up in order to wait for Jensen, Misha, and Jared to be available for filming.... Oh Lordy not even blockbuster movies want to wait for high tier actors and just goes for the next actors on the list. TIME IS MONEY.

Nah TW went past their filming schedule because reshoots for some of the pilot scenes caused a schedule delays, which causes the next schedule to be delayed. This is why tv shows usually can't afford reshoots because they are on a very tight schedule.

Lesson time, there are two kinds of reshoots: the planned reshoots are called pick ups and its cost are already baked into the budget. It's the unplanned reshoots that are dreaded by studio executives for the same reasons why chemotherapy is dreaded: it’s something you only do when there’s a problem, it’s no fun to do and there’s no guarantee it’s going to work. Apologies for the morbid analogy but it's true.

Sure, unplanned reshoots are hella costly, but I'll argue that's secondary because the primary concern is it will discourage investors to invest in future projects. That’s what I think is keeping the Ackles awake at nights.

Jared is a loyal friend but he's not that loyal to the point of being a doormat, at least not anymore. Jared does not need The Winchesters for similar reasons why JDM didn't need Supernatural, they both have successes beyond those shows. To be asked back to the shows they can make specific script demands.

Stunt casting is supposed to be spice to a meal, not save a badly prepared meal. Good stunt casting is fanservicing done right. We've seen enough examples of bad fanservcing that soured the project.

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Hello my froggie friend. If you celebrate Thanksgiving I hope you enjoyed it, if not I hope you are having a good week!

Referring to the Christmas post. Have you consider Diavolo or more honestly MC shows this energy when dealing with thier LIs but specifically towards Diavolo and Lucifer. (I'm def not projecting shhhh)

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR4YHms2/

(Idk what fandom this is I just think the art is cute)

In conclusion, Diavolo has two hands, Lucifer has two hands, and MC has a harem with Barbatos there to help them schedule bonding time for everyone 😂

-💙🐏

Heyo! I don't celebrate it but thank you & right back at ya!

See see I've said before that I can only see Diavolo being with MC if it's in a poly relationship with MC and Lucifer because at this point I can't even pretend that Diavolo isn't in love with Lucifer (see this post) (the same way I can only see MC being with Asmo if it's an open relationship and a poly one with Solomon since Asmo & Solomon seem to be canonically sleeping with each other)

But at the same time I've also previously said that I don't like how OM! handled the side characters falling for MC. It felt very abrupt specially in comparison to how the brothers fell for MC. Diavolo's specially felt like it came outta nowhere at the very end of S2 and yeah that's the reason why I can't bring myself to ship the three of them together. Like to me, it makes sense for the three to be together from Lucifer's side but not from Diavolo's because there's no buildup to Diavolo's feelings for MC (I can imagine Asmo x Solomon x MC a lot better because, even if not romantically, Solomon has been intrigued by & interested in MC since S1 & throughout S2)

But that's just my opinion and obviously anyone is free to interpret canon & the relationships in it differently or even change canon however they wish

#asks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #swd obey me!#shall we date obey me

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girderednerve · 5 months

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apologies dear friends i continue to be: a grouchy old man, obsessed with libraries

my new job is fine objectively like there is nothing wrong with it but my boss is very "do storytime, do more storytime, we must schedule storytime," and does not really listen to anything i say, such as 'i would like to do less early literacy programming so that i have some time to do programs for elementary & early middle schoolers,' or 'please schedule me on the youth desk instead of giving me nothing but unstructured office time, leaving me isolated & uninvolved in the day-to-day operations of the library, with which i need to rapidly develop familiarity,' or 'our desk schedule actually should not be rigidly set a month in advance, because we need to be flexible & can work out desk coverage on a department level,' or 'you actually do need to have a clear & specific plan for emergencies, including severe patron issues, & this plan should be communicated to all staff instead of vaguely stashed four folders deep in the shared drive'. (actually when i repeatedly pressed for clarity on who is in charge at any given time she posted an updated chain-of-command document which listed, for some reason, me? as third in line in case of emergency? which is just bugfuck)

it feels very frustrating & i know that many of these problems will resolve themselves as i begin to actually do programs—i haven't been able to because all programming at this library must have at least 2 weeks' advance notice, and i came onboard right after thanksgiving/needed time to get my bearings at least a little—so we can get some cute kid pictures to placate the board & build more of a sense of what is needed. but i still don't really know how to pull reports so i can't weed, i only just got ordering credentials this week & have had to find $2k of books to add to a library collection with which i am largely unfamiliar & for which i have absolutely zero circulation numbers, & nobody has actually given me an up-to-date budget (i am meant to guess, i suppose?). it feels kind of like a slow ongoing disaster; i know this feeling is partially because i have 2 hours' round-trip commute to worry & stew & so on, but i also am just like. girl you are a bad manager. you have persistent staff issues because you are not good at managing people. every meeting you are in is worse because you are in it. you cannot handle interpersonal tensions by having your assistant make friendly 'reminders' to all staff which are obviously about a single person, that never works. i have really strong feelings about management for a person who does not want to be in management! should probably try to walk that one off!

i cornered the adult services/sysadmin librarian today to talk to him about some stub ideas i have for kid programs about 'learning to code,' because we have (apparently) gotten lots of requests for this kind of thing, & basically everything on offer is just buzzwordy bullshit like 'make a bracelet that spells your kid's name in binary using different color beads!' or 'buy this expensive piece of edtech which will be unsupported in six months & anyway only introduces kids to our very closed environment!' or 'just let them spend some time on the computer, so their elastic little brains can pick up digital literacy skills by exposure :)'. so i had some ideas which seemed less like, um, nonsense, but i don't actually know how to code (am stupid) so i wanted to run them past him to get a sense of whether there was any real content there. i want to build a little model transistor & talk about why computers use binary. i want to use a makey makey to have the kids construct a sort of human circuit by holding hands, so we can model a logic gate. i want to write an if-then chart together & roll dice to determine which dance moves we do (cf. a ucla comp sci prof's exercises with her four-year-old). i want to use a makey makey to make a simple morse code transmitter so we can talk about encryption & transmission. i want to make an escape room so we can practice some very basic math & simple decryption (& also persistence!). i want to have tweens play scaled-down capture the flag to think about security. my boss just wants me to do three storytimes a week into infinity

anyway i am still marinating on my computer skills for kids concepts (it's mostly buzzwordy bullshit! even the stuff i want to do is kind of bullshit, lol) & plotting my wind tunnel/paper airplane prototyping program & figuring out when i can schedule my middle grade graphic novel book club. i am trying to figure out how this job might be doable. maybe someday i will want to go to work. america autem delenda est

#irredeemable whining #i ideologically reject thinking this much about work not at work & yet here i am: thinking about work So Hard. losercore #if you have thoughts on digital literacy trends please weigh in i love other people's opinions #even if they are like 'kestrel girderednerve these are literally so stupid'#i am just kind of having this problem where i don't really know what my job is? or how to do it?

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popentertainment-interviews · 5 months

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Phil Traill, Kevin Kopelow & Heath Seifert

Serve Up 90s Nostalgia With Good Burger 2

By Kayla Marra

The 90s were a time of iconic fashion trends, formative moments in pop culture history, unforgettable music, and timeless sitcoms. One of the most memorable films to stem from this era is Good Burger – starring Kenan Thompson and Kel Mitchell. Though the movie was released nearly 27 years ago, it is still a cultural phenomenon.

Director Phil Traill, alongside writers Kevin Kopelow and Heath Seifert, joined forces again in 2023 to bring back everyone’s favorite fast-food coworkers in an all-new feature film: Good Burger 2. The sequel includes an incredible cast, comprised of Kenan Thompson, Kel Mitchell, Lil Rel Howery, Jillian Bell, Kamaia Fairburn, Alex R. Hibbert, Fabrizio Guido, Elizabeth Hinkler, Emily Hinkler, Anabel Graetz, Josh Server, Lori Beth Denberg, and Carmen Electra.

We were lucky enough to chat with Phil Traill, Kevin Kopelow, Heath Seifert in a virtual press conference about the newly released sequel.

On the inspiration behind reviving the iconic 90s story as a sequel 26 years later:

Heath Seifert: Good Burger is a project that is near and dear to our hearts. We did the original 27 years ago, and we worked with Kenan and Kel starting All That 30 years ago. That’s when we did the first sketches. We’ve always been thinking Good Burger. It’s always at the front of our brains. When the time was right, we had a story that felt really relevant to tell now about technology and evil corporations trying to exploit workers. It felt like the right time to tell that tale, and everybody involved with the original film looks back on it fondly and wanting to do it again and wanting to do it right. So, it was really just a matter of getting everybody’s schedules to line up.

Phil Traill: (laughs)I just wanted some money!

Heath Seifert: Other people did it for the money. It’s a paycheck.

On handling the continuity and coherence of a film’s narrative years after its initial release:

Kevin Kopelow: We had written a lot of “Good Burger” sketches on All That, so we always had this voice down. Then we rebooted it, did the sketches again and it was just natural. It’s always in our heads, we’re always thinking Good Burger bits and, “Oh, you know what would be funny in Good Burger?” and we got to do it! It wasn’t too difficult to get back into it.

On if Good Burger 2 is a continuation of Good Burger or the sequel was created from a different angle:

Heath Seifert: I think we looked at the first film as a template of what we enjoyed and what worked. I love what Phil likes to say, “Then we emulate and elevate.” We kind of took that blueprint and tried to build a bigger burger, so to speak.

On if there was a moment on set that encapsulated the experience of making the film:

Phil Traill: When Kenan and Kel got into the burger mobile for the first time and drove out onto the real street, and people just stopped, screaming. It was slightly annoying because we were trying to film! Everyone just seemed so happy to be there – from Kenan and Kel in the burger mobile, in their outfits, and then us filming it, and then all the people lining the streets. It was just people smiling.

Kevin Kopelow: The people that knew who they were, were so excited and the people that didn’t we’re going, “Woah, who are these two guys riding around in a burger?!” That’s the movie in a nutshell.

Phil Traill: I heard lots of dads telling their kids, “You’ve never seen it! We have to go home and watch it straight away!” They were explaining the world of it so quickly if the kids hadn’t seen it before. They’re going to be in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade driving the burger mobile – Kenan and Kel!

Kevin Kopelow: No one knows they’re doing it; they’re just driving. (laughs)

On what it was like seeing the film in its entirety after putting years of work into it:

Phil Traill: I’ve seen it a lot. Each time’s a joy. We actually have our premier tonight. I’m really happy and satisfied because when we set it up to make a film, you don’t completely know what you’ll end up with. The target is quite small to hit for nostalgic fans, new fans, young people, old people. It’s quite a small target. It seems to hit that, so I’m really pleased that it seems to be hitting that target. I’m really happy each time we show it to people.

Heath Seifert: Phil did an amazing job. It’s really fun to watch it. It’s really exciting to see it. I think people are going to be really happy.

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#Phil Traill #Kevin Kapelow #Heath Seifert #2023 #Director interview #Writer interview #Good Burger 2 #Kayla Marra #Youtube

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pbandjesse · 5 months

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Today was surprisingly cold and rainy. It is nice that it actually felt seasonal and not confusingly, and concerningly, warm. And despite it being so cold and wet I had a nice day and mostly was toasty inside.

I slept alright last night. Falling asleep was a little easier. And I slept pretty well. I woke up right before my alarm.

I got dressed and felt pretty good. I did not like my hair today. It feels very flat. I miss having curls. I don't know where to go anymore because the place I had gone before has raised their prices so much I can't afford it. But I'm not sure how to find a hairdresser. I am just trying to grow my hair out right now but the flatness makes me feel a little self conscious.

James was having breakfast and packed me a little lunch. They would drive me to camp today so they could go take our car for an oil change.

It was a nice drive. I was surprised how cold it was, it wasn't raining yet though. I wore my big puffy coat that I love so much. I was very cozy.

James took us up to the art building to drop some stuff off. It was to cold in there to put things away, but at least it's up there for later.

James drove me down to the office. Came inside for a few minutes. Promised me they would be safe. And then said goodbye.

It started to rain not long after they left. But I was safely inside. I had lots to do.

But the office was messy. So I focused on putting things away and organizing. I found a green fanny pack and remembered Jorge had said he wanted that color and we never get it anymore. So I messaged him to make sure I wasn't remembering wrong but I was correct and he seemed very happy about it. We chatted for a bit and I encouraged him to be specialty staff next summer. He said that sounds scary but would consider it.

There was lot of focus on next summer today. Once everyone else, sans Elizabeth, came in there was lots of talk about returning staff surveys and schedules and programs.

So after I sorted some books for the different villages, I started working on tackling the schedule.

This ended up being way harder then I anticipated. Like I knew it would be hard but it ended up being all I worked on for the rest of the day. I didn't even finish! It ended up being really tough.

But it was fun. Having a project that was so intense. I am most of the way through this first draft but man. Juggling overnight and day camp is rough!! Like if it was one or the other it would be fine but man. But enough hours in the day for sure.

First I tried doing all the overnight. But then it didn't work with day camp. So since their day is shorter I switched to focusing on them and that went a lot better. A lot more streamlined.

James would let me know that the oil change, tire rotation, filter change, and new wiper blades, took less then an hour. Amazing. So they went home to read and do some stuff at the house. And would head to get me after stopping at the grocery store for a few things we weren't able to get for Thanksgiving. And then headed to me.

I would work up until they came to get me. I would stop for a little lunch. I discovered I only really like yellow peppers. Alexi had me try and orange one, since I hated the red one I brought, and I was just not into it. Good to know about myself.

When James got there I finished up in a good spot so tomorrow, while I'm working at home, I will have a good spot to jump into. And then we were off.

I was very surprised how cold it was. And how hard it was raining. It didn't seem to be raining that hard when I was inside. We got to the car and headed home. Slowly. Because the rain and heavy in the highway.

I started not feeling amazing while we were driving home. The grey made me feel tired, and I had had no protein today. So I was a little woozy.

When we got back here James made us popcorn. And the snack helped while we waited for pasta dinner to be done.

But I just spent the evening on the couch. I changed into a big sweater. And got cozy with sweetp.

After dinner I would eventually get up to vacuum up some more snails. But I was mostly just chilling and watching videos. Eventually James came and laid in bed with me to watch videos and laugh and cuddle for a while. It has been a sleepy evening and it's just been nice.

I took a shower but decided I would wash my hair tomorrow. I am going to work at home. I hope to make more work on this schedule and then Alexi asked me to start designing a holiday card and think up a patch design to give to the couples that frt married at camp. So cute. I'm excited to get to do more design stuff.

I hope you all sleep well tonight and have a cozy day tomorrow. I love you all. Goodnight!!

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clunelover · 1 year

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I’m SO HAPPY these days. Work is continuing to go great, but I am also fitting in time for cooking and lazing, as is one’s sacred duty when one’s boss is out of the country for two weeks. Friends and family stuff is going well…plans are in motion to do thanksgiving at stepmom’s house since I successfully alerted everyone that I wasn’t going to host both that and Christmas. Now, we shall see how that ends up - in the past she’s often had some sort of breakdown and/or medial emergency right around thanksgiving that have made it so I have to sweep in and do all the cooking. But, if that happens again, we will have that data for next year. Look at me, not worrying about it for now!

Jeremy seems to be extra loving and caring lately - like, he always has been, and we have always both been very affectionate, but it feels like he’s putting in some kind of extra effort to do things for me, or tidy more things up to have me in a better mood. He has scheduled a secret date for us on Saturday - a hold on the family calendar that says “don’t worry about it” lol.

Things with the kids are different one day to the next, but we’re coping and I just keep thinking, as C gets older and has more mastery over his emotions, things will only get better. We had their teacher conferences last week and they’re both very smart - C is a math whiz and E is a reading whiz. Sounds like they’re both doing well enough with their social connections and have friends (I asked E’s teacher about her reports of crying often at school and being called a “cry baby,” and she said the crying must be happening in other classes because she only saw it happen once, when E had to have school lunch and it was something disgusting that she refused to eat. And that even if she is crying a lot, it’s not holding her back from having close friends).

Things are going great with my new mycology habit, and I have started giving some away - excited to grow more and do more of that. Haven’t started microdosing yet, want to wait a full week since my macro dose last Friday.

I’m working out a ton.

The one thing that is stalled is writing. And I guess reading too! Although I just got a great new audiobook so that’s going to pick back up. I was struggling in part because I had my list of old books to try, and put a million holds on audiobooks via the Libby app, but then they all kept coming ready at the same time, so I kept trying to delay delivery, but some of them I didn’t get to on time so the hold completely lapsed, and then my library card expired so I can’t manage the holds at all so I must visit the library in person to renew my card. Oh and somewhere in there I did have The Magnificent Ambersons and was trying that but could not get into it, like I was an hour+ in and nothing had happened. This was part of why the other holds bubbling up had to be put back on hold. But anyway, I saw I think it was @frances-baby-houseman recommending Flux and saying it was like a cross of Interior Chinatown and [some other book that I didn’t recognize but I don’t care because I loved Interior Chinatown SO MUCH so that’s all I needed to know]. Anyway since that’s a new book I went ahead and splurged on it via Audible and now I have something to read again. Haven’t read much yet but it grabbed me right away.

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kloofspeaks · 2 years

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That One Summer Night | A Bradley Bradshaw x Y/N oneshot

"That One Summer Night." - A Bradley Bradshaw Fluff One-shot.

Word count: 1773

This was started as a little dapple and it suddenly turned into a reader pov oneshot, enjoy!

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Who knew the beach could be so lovely? Y/N was sitting on the wooden deck of their small home. She loved this place, the ocean waves smelling of fresh seaweed. The scent was truly something magical when the sun hit the water just so perfectly that it glimmered, but there was always one sight better than the setting sun and the ocean.

She averted her gaze to Bradley, he was leaning against the railing she was sitting upon. He was watching the soft waves crash and fight each other. He hadn’t noticed her admiring him. His soft curls moving with the breeze, his eyes the color of a honeycomb.

She seemed to be staring too long to the point where he met her gaze. He had a fresh stubble that she just simply loved to tease him for.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked, his tone deep and made her bones rattle with enjoyment. Her face tinted red from his snarky comment.

“Maybe a little too much.” She giggled out of habit of being flustered. He always made her flustered, he was just so perfect. She couldn’t believe how lucky she got, she had always admired him. He looked like something out of a fantasy, and she was the princess.

“Glad to know you enjoy the ‘ocean.’ So very much.” He put up his fingers when he said ocean, he had a deep chuckle afterwards.

“The ocean is pretty, but there’s something way more handsome right beside me.”

Instead of teasing her back, he just looked beside himself. “The deck?” He asked, with a flat tone.

“You’re a dork, you know that?” She shoved his side with her hand, it earned a warm chuckle out of him.

“I do now.” She was greeted by his warm smile, she loved it so much. It shined in her darkness. They always watched the sunset together, it was one thing she often looked forward to.

Besides the endless dancing, playing piano while she sat on his lap. The singing and almost catching the whole kitchen on fire because of how carried away they got, he was like a child at times. He gave her sideways grins and almost every time they baked he ended up half covered in some sort of flour or liquid. He always would laugh it off too.

His confidence and love was just through the roof. She absolutely adored how characteristic he was. He was always slow with her, the past probably wasn’t the best topic for her. He always let her do everything at her own pace.

“I’m glad you do, because I see it everyday.” She flicked his nose which made him snort.

“I almost caught the kitchen on fire one time, and now you go around calling me a dork.” He had a voice like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Yeah! And we both almost lost our house! The stove was smoking and everything.”

“Just remind me not to ever cook a turkey again.” He shrugged, the story behind it was a simple thanksgiving dinner. Their families ran a bit behind schedule and Bradley’s simple job was to cook the turkey. He, of course, got distracted in teasing her and spinning her around that he forgot about the turkey. Long story short, they didn’t have a turkey for thanksgiving that year.

“It wasn’t just a turkey, do you remember that one christmas?”

Bradley looked at her, the look on his face was just pure embarrassment. “We don’t talk about that Christmas morning.” He pointed his finger towards her. “We both kept a promise to never speak of that again.”

“And I won’t, but burning down houses seems to be your specialty. You should put that on your resume.” She hopped off of the railing, as she was picking up the dirty plates off the outdoor furniture.

“I wonder what my employers would think if they saw under talents just the word Arson.” He jokingly said, as he took the plates from her and made her scoff.

“I could’ve gotten those!” She complained.

“Yet, I stole them.” He gave her a cheeky grin as he slipped inside through the glass sliding door.

She stepped inside, she was greeted by the candles they had lit earlier, the record player still going with the song We fell in love in October. It was usually a song they played when it was a calm night, Bradley was over the sink as he was washing the plates and placing them in the cabinet.

“I still could’ve done that myself, Roos.”

“Well, I don’t think my precious Darlin’ should be working in the kitchen on her day off. Plus, we have some dancing to do and I want all the time we have to go towards that.”

She perked up slightly. “You want to dance.. tonight?” She asked. They hadn’t danced for a solid week at most, Bradley had been overwhelmly stressed with work and she didn’t want to fill his plate with pointless things.

“Why not? Is there a problem with that.. ?” He questioned as he was leaning against the quartz countertop, he had his arms crossed over his well-defined chest.

“No- you just have been moody and I didn’t want to bother you with pointless-“

“We’re dancing, it’s not pointless either.” Bradley cut her off, as he boosted himself up from the counter and came over to her. “What record did you want to do this time?” He asked as he took both of her hands, he pulled her over to the middle of the room where most of the space was for them to dance.

“Um..” She took a moment to look at the records in the box. “My Girl?” She asked, and she acted as if she had never picked out a record before.

“Ah, a classic.” He whispered as he switched out the records, lining it up perfectly before he took both of her hands again, the start of the song always made her hand stand on edge.

He brought her close, the swaying motion brought her to peace. The fact that she could stare at his face like it was a billion stars, if eyes could take shape, her own would be the shape of stars.

She stepped on top of his own feet, it made him smile as he looked down. She always stood on top of his feet when they danced, it made swaying enjoyable, it made laughter fill the silent room.

She wished it could last forever. That every night of her life could end in laughter and smiles from the one she loved, the one she admired.

The one that set fire to the Christmas tree on Christmas morning, the one that burnt thousands of items of food. The stupid grins he gave her when he got icing from the sugar cookies mixed into his mustache during the spring. When he broke a whole set of China because he was in a rush and they both looked at eachother like they were going to be murdered within seconds.

His laugh that always brought warmth to her own figure, when they watched horror movies and she practically clinged to him. He always did the ruffling of his hair when he didn’t know what to say next. When he would put her on his shoulders during baseball games so she could see better.

The one time she came home from work and found him and Bugz passed out on the couch, his soft snores in a rhythmic pattern. His own dog matching his own snore, she remembered snapping a photo of that day. She loved how fluffy his hair looked, and how much she wanted to squeal at his adorable sleepy look.

He was the man of her dreams, the man that led her through the valley of death. He was the light of her world and he was right here, in front of her dancing with her.

She could just vision the nights he picked her up and held her above himself and just spun around before placing her back down to the ground. How hard she would laugh when he would do it, so hard her ribs were soft and aching afterwards. She had her breath taken away from him every time.

“You’re the man of my dreams.” She whispered, her mind had been racing. Her hands were holding his face as his own were holding her waist. She gently scratched his stubble.

“And you’re the woman of mine.” He answered, melting into her touch. He was so perfect, there was nothing more she could ask for. The stories, the affection. She wished she could just have it play over and over again.

His comment made her lay her forehead against his own as they swayed, he hugged her small figure as he rested his chin on the top of her head. The music had simply faded away, they were still swaying, still dancing.

She was still holding his face in her hands. Her small hands were nothing compared to his own, but everytime they held hands it felt like a perfect fit.

She was his, and he was hers. The promise rings that sat upon their fingers spoke that pretty well.

“Who knew we had the same dreams?” Her tone is soft.

“It’s just a convenience.” He jokingly said, nuzzling his nose against hers. It caused her to giggle.

“Sounds like a pretty great convenience.” She was smiling so wide, her breath was being taken away from his sarcasm. They finally stopped swaying and she stepped off of his feet.

“Pretty magical isn’t it?” He asked her, as she slowly pulled her hands away. She didn’t want to let go. He didn’t let her get far as he put his hands on her waist and pulled her back in.

“Aren’t we forgetting something?” He whispered softly, she hadn’t even had time to answer his question from before. He was so quick to grab her back. Her face went a bright red.

“Are we?” She asked, her eyes staring right into his. She didn’t break contact. “We watched the sunset, and danced. What else could we possibly be missing?”

“This.”

His lips met her own, she was simply teasing him to see what he would do. Of course, she kissed back. They held that kiss for a solid three minutes, those three minutes felt like the most beautiful eternity on earth.

It was just Y/N and Bradley, nothing else could stop them from enjoying this perfect moment. That’s where everything needed to be, right in his arms.

And that’s all she could ask for.

#top gun #top gun maverick #KloofWriting #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw fluff #oneshot

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