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chronicowboy · 1 year

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Its embarrassing really. Eddie would like to make it abundantly clear that he's very aware its embarrassing. Mortifying, even. Humiliating, etcetera.

Really, its nothing.

Its just... Well, the bride had frozen outside, a few feet away from a blossom tree, and the winds had been whipping the petals around them as they worked on her, and Buck had looked so beautiful backlit by the sun as he spoke with the bride about her dream wedding. And then a petal had drifted into Buck's hair, and Eddie had been paying a little too much attention to how it was almost the same shade of pink as his birthmark, and then there had been a searing pain slicing through the juncture of his thumb.

Its nothing.

(Its embarrassing. He's a thirty-five year old man, a firefighter, for god's sake!, and he cut himself because he was distracted by a flower in Buck's hair like a schoolgirl staring at her crush. Yeah, its definitely embarrassing.)

Bobby had sent him back to the ambulance to deal with the cut which is how he finds himself here, trying to rip through the tape with his teeth as he fumbles the gauze he was trying to hold in place with nothing more than will power and an injured thumb.

The gauze drifts away on the same wind that had carried that fucking petal, but a boot stomps on it before it can fly away into the ether. With a sigh, Eddie tilts his head up to squint at Buck.

"Need a hand?" Buck quirks an eyebrow at the sluggishly bleeding cut, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. Eddie has to fight to keep his face blank, Buck's smug joy damn infectious.

Eddie doesn't answer him, just hands Buck a fresh gauze pad and the roll of tape. Buck sets the tape down on the floor of the rig as he crouches and picks up Eddie's hand instead. Eddie has to hold his breath to stop it hitching in his chest, a revelation even Buck wouldn't miss, at the tenderness of Buck's hold. Its achingly gentle, so soft Eddie almost wouldn't be sure anyone was touching him at all if it weren't for the way Buck's fingertips burn into his skin like tattoos.

When Buck leans in close to inspect the wound, so close that Eddie can feel his breath on the skin of his neck, he leans back on his uninjured hand for a moment of respite, a breath of cool air against his warm cheeks.

Buck wipes away the drying blood with a carefulness that Eddie doesn't feel deserving of. Here, in Buck's hands, in Buck's care, he feels like something precious. No, like something holy. Like maybe all the pain and suffering was worth it if this is where he ends up, with Buck rubbing circles into his wrist as he presses the gauze to the cut.

"Hold it there," Buck murmurs quietly, something reverent in the way he moves his hand to make room for Eddie's fingers on the gauze, a choreographed dance like they've done this a thousand times before.

He reaches for the tape, discarding the saliva-sodden piece Eddie had been gnawing at helplessly, and rips off a new length with the serrated edge Eddie had forgotten existed. Buck cradles his hand once again, turning it upside down, and Eddie is irrationally terrified that his heart will appear in his palm as an offering.

(He wonders if Buck would take it, if Buck would know that he already has it, if Buck would tuck it right next to his own for safekeeping.)

Buck slides the tape onto his skin in one swift motion, kind enough not to mention how clammy Eddie's hands are, and smooths the edges of the tape down until Eddie is sure that his skin is going to combust with pure, aching want.

"There you go." Buck grins up at him, still crouched between his legs, something awful and awe-filled in his eyes. Eddie swallows and makes a show of inspecting Buck's work to avoid the heavy weight of Buck's gaze.

"Hm." Eddie twists his mouth into one of his Buck-and-Chris-named frog faces. "Should have had Chim do it instead."

"Excuse you!" Buck squawks indignantly. "I specialise in scratches!" Eddie looks up at him with a stuttering breath, tries to parse whether or not Buck realises what he just said and to whom he just said it. But Buck just scowls up at him, and that's when Eddie sees that goddamn fucking petal is still in his hair. "How'd you even do this anyway?"

"Here," Eddie says before he can think better of it, reaching forward with his bandaged hand, "you've got a little..." He plucks the petal from Buck's curls, fingers twitching to bury themselves there, and holds it out to Buck, so close he has to go cross-eyed to see it.

"Oh," Buck breathes as he takes it from Eddie, a bolt of lightning sparking where their fingers brush.

"You good, Eddie?" Bobby's voice breaks them from their moment, and Eddie jumps to his feet, shoving his litter into his pockets.

"All good, Cap. Nurse Buckley fixed me up." Eddie nudges Buck with the toe of his boot to avoid looking at the pink of his cheeks.

"Figured he would." Bobby's eyes dart between them, and Eddie flexes his hand to ground himself in the flare of pain.

Its nothing.

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domesticblisss · 2 years

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Smoke Signals

Daniel Garcia x Female Reader Requested Prompts: “hi the daniel garcia anon here again ,, it’s fine if it takes a little while, take ur time. i’ll wait as long as i need to :’)) umm but maybe “i think you look beautiful” and “shut up and kiss me” from the sensual/romantic prompts ?? those sound cute. cant wait to see it whenever ur done though ,, thank u so much !!" Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 1488 Warnings: Fluffy. Alcohol mentions and wrestling related violence. A/N: Hiiiii. Did y'all miss me? Got a sudden wave of inspiration and decided to write this request that I've been wanting to fill for a while. Hope DG anon and everyone else likes it. Promise I'll try to get back to writing more this year. Also I hope you guys had a nice christmas and a even better new year passage. Oh, it's still valid to post a new year fic after it already rang, right?

Being the new person is never fun. Especially when you are in a company where everyone is already friends with someone.

So I kind of took the opportunity to approach Eddie Kingston.

Approach as in follow him around everywhere until he finally accepted as his new friend. It’s safe to say it wasn't easy.

The first few times he shooed me away, saying all he wanted was to be left alone to eat his damn cake in peace. Other times he would just ignore me until I shut up or he would get up and leave me talking to myself.

All in all, Eddie is a nice guy that, even with his loud mouth and hot-headed behaviour, just likes to wrestle and enjoy some time with his loved ones.

Which is why it left me wondering why on earth Matt Lee, Jeff Parker and Daniel Garcia decided to set a target on him when they showed up.

Things got worse after Mox left.

“What do you want, kid?” he said as he felt me approaching, I could feel how angry he was just by the tone of his voice.

2point0 and Daniel Garcia had confronted him once again, this time at catering, disturbing his precious cake time.

“You need someone on your corner next friday.”

“And who’d that be?”

“Me!” I exclaimed with the sweetest and brightest smile I could muster.

He looked at me for a few seconds as he processed what I had just said, then he laughed. Like a full blown belly laugh, which, I am not going to lie, bothered me a little bit.

“And what are you going to do? Talk their ears off like you do to me?”

“Eddie,” I put my hand on his left shoulder and he looks at it as if my touch is burning his skin, but I keep going, “I’m fast, I’m good at distracting people and I’m weirdly strong, 2point0 got nothing on me.”

He smiles a more contained smile, “Yeah, I’ve seen you lifting. See you on friday then, kid. Don’t be late.”

Friday came and as expected, Matt and Jeff tried their shenanigans against Eddie, which ended with them getting speared through the barricades by yours truly, and that was enough to distract Daniel, who - funnily? weirdly? - smiled at me after seeing his two new dads unconscious on the floor. Eddie took his chance, hitting Daniel with a sliding d, getting the pin.

He hugged me when I got in the ring to celebrate with him, whispering “sorry for doubting you, kid.” on my ear.

Eddie became a second dad to me after that day, helping me train, being around during my matches and even picking up some of my fights.

Which is why, right now, I am completely fucked.

See, Daniel started approaching me after that match. The first time it happened was a mere few days after I knocked 2point0 out. I sat in catering after being banned from ringside for Eddie’s match against Ethan Page (I may or may not have tried to low blow him).

“Hey!” Daniel suddenly appeared in front of me.

“Oh fuck no.” I said as I got up. Daniel held my hand, stopping me.

“I promise I won’t try anything, just wanna talk.”

I sat back down. “Then talk.”

“You uh… you’re really good. In the ring, I mean.”

“Yeah, I am.” I tried to keep my face as emotionless as possible. Truth is that I could feel the butterflies awakening deep inside.

“Yeah.” he nodded.

I saw his eyes shift, paying attention to the monitor behind me. The gulp he gave signified that Eddie’s match had probably ended.

“I should probably go. See you around.” Daniel stood up and stared at me for a few seconds before finally leaving.

Things kept going like this, he would (try to) talk to me when I was alone, gifts would be in my bag waiting for me when I came back to the locker room after matches, and Dan would be staring at me incessantly when he and 2pointdorks came after Eddie and I.

Sometimes I wonder if Eddie suspects anything as he has mentioned before about how Daniel can’t stop staring at me, and almost lunged at him during one of those confrontations.

Which makes me so sad, because, you know what, I’m not going to keep beating around the bush, I like Dan. He’s cute, funny, yeah he’s super annoying and has nothing behind those beautiful chocolate brown eyes of his, but he’s sweet. It’s so nice seeing him blush whenever he comes to talk to me. I say “talk” but we exchange like, two full sentences and leave.

I wish I could tell Eddie about this, as he’s one of the few people I trust, and a father figure to me, but I know he wouldn’t take it lightly, and being honest, I’m terrified of what his reaction would be.

So, I confided in the two people that were the nicest to me since I arrived: Sonny and Julia.

Sonny thinks I should just cave in and be happy and think about Eddie later, Julia also thinks I should go and be happy, but that I have to talk to Eddie first.

Very, very helpful.

I hear a knock on my door, which I open to find two very glamorous looking Sonny and Julia, who barge in, pulling me straight to my bedroom.

“What happened?” I say, startled by their actions.

“Girl, you have to get ready for the party.” Sonny tells me.

The party is Anna Jay’s New Year’s Party. She had invited some of us, nothing too big in her words, to break the year in.

“I’ve already told you guys I’m not coming.” Don’t get me wrong, Anna is a sweetheart and I’m not one to turn down a party, especially if it includes some free booze, but I’ve been wrestling non stop this past month, and my last match with Jade left me completely sore. I’m still feeling the aftermath of her bicycle thrust kick (the bruise around my eye says a lot too).

“Daniel is going to be there!” Julia exclaimed excitedly.

“Guys, I’m tired and in pain, and if Eddie fi–“

“Girl, Eddie is all the way back in New York, he won’t find out shit. Besides, you’re a grown woman, he can suck it up and deal with it. Now go get dressed, we gotta go and get you your man.” Sonny said.

“Fine.”

I got ready in record time, dressed in a maroon plaid skirt, black turtleneck and thigh high black leather boots. I kept the make up simple, not trying hard to conceal my bruised eye.

“If Dan doesn’t make a move I will.” Julia told me, winking. Sonny whistled, and ushered us as our uber was arriving in a few minutes.

Arriving at the party I notice that it was indeed a very small get together, seeing only the ones that were in Anna’s and JB’s closest circle.

Dan stood in the back of the living room, near the window. He looks comfortable dressed in his signature denim and loose, long sleeve plaid shirt. He nurses a beer and seems to be having fun with whatever Marko is doing.

As I make my way in, JB shoves a red cup with what smells like vodka on my hand.

“Hey.” It's now my turn to startle Daniel.

“Wow. Can’t believe your dad let you out.”

“Aren’t you the one whose dads set a curfew?”

He laughs at me, shaking his head while looking down, the free hand going to his short cut hair, a nervous tick that I had noticed he had before.

“You look beautiful.” he says, staring into my eyes.

I give him a shy smile, suddenly self conscious about the state of my eye. “I got this huge ass bruise arou–“

“Still, I think you look beautiful. Bruise or no bruise, you’re beautiful.”

I feel my cheeks burning, and shyly whisper “You too.”

After a few moments of awkward silence, we picked up a conversation. We talked about our careers and our last few matches. Dan asked about Eddie, if he knew anything about the gifts he had sent me, and if Eddie would be ok with me so openly talking to him, to which the answer was, of course, “no, but I’ll deal with him later.”

We talked about music, about the drinks, moved on to the kitchen to eat the food, we laughed when Dante tried to teach Marko how to do his over the top flips, which poor Marko ended up failing.

Time moved so fast that next thing I know, they had already started the countdown.

“10!”

“9!”

“It’s almost midnight.” Daniel stated.

“6!”

“5!”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

“Happy new year!” Dan said, looking deep into my eyes.

“Shut up and kiss me.” So he did.

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anxiousnerdwritings · 3 years

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not a continuation (for once lmao) but this is just a funny story I was thinking about for venom bc I feel like I dont incorporate him enough. also I'm in my bed and I'm too tired to get up and get my computer to type in so this is gonna have many mistakes as usual lol - knull anon

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waiting all day for your "dad" to come home wasnt fun, especially considering the fact that he only had random books on crime rates and how its impacted different cities. however, eventually it became the only thing you were able to read.

not being able to watch tv, not being able to talk to anyone else started to get on your nerves. you were usually just fine without any human contact, so you dont know what the difference is, but maybe it's just that you actually had something to do.

and although they were boring, the non fiction books were more entertaining then the doorstopper on Eddie's door, so what was the harm in reading them?

each day, when venom and eddie left for their "work", you would pick out a new book to read. the ones that were shorter you usually got through in a day, but there were some where it took you a couple of days. however, since you really didn't have much to do, eventually when the days went around, there were no more books you had yet to read.

all of them, had been read through in, what, a month? how long had you been there? you didnt know. you just decided to reread the first one you picked out.

however, you eventually finished that one as well.

so you picked out the second book you had chosen. and you got through that one too.

you were starting to go crazy from the boredom. venom and eddie kept on promising that they would back sooner, and that you wouldnt have to be re-reading the books they had for a while.

but that didnt happen. sure, they had days off. but somehow that was even worse, since they coddled you and treated you like you were 5. which you werent.

one day, they picked up a new book. this one was also non fiction, and it was about how most criminals work, from gangs to serial killers, it had everything.

but eddie had to read it first. he had to read it for his job. the job that he cared oh so much about.

you weren't getting jealous, no. this guy had taken you right off the streets, had taken you from your home, while not perfect, was still your home. you havent seen your parents, you havent seen your friends, and it was starting to become insane for you to handle.

so one day, eddie had told you that something was up in the city. he didnt specify what, he just said that he might be a little later then usual. you're late every day, you wanted to say but you bit your tongue so he wouldnt stay with you.

you needed him to be gone, especially for your plan. you had managed to sneak a peak at eddies computer, only to see that only 2 months had passed since you've last seen anyone who you recognized.

there still might be people looking for you. there still might be people who are trying to find you.

you might as well make their search easier by walking down the street.

jumping from a broken window and onto a fire escape was part of the plan, you had told yourself. climbing down the fire escape and running in a random direction hoping for anyone to recognize you was part of the plan. almost running into a strange ginger haired man who seemed to be confused by your presence was part of the- no, no it wasn't.

you fell right on your ass, and tried to hide a short hiss when you braced yourself with your palms. you brought up one hand and saw that it was scraped.

you looked up to the man in question, who was just staring at you. he didnt seem angry, he didnt seem to recognize you, but it was just this face of confusion.

you were the first to break the silence, saying "I'm sorry, I wasnt looking where I was-"

"do you happen to know eddie brock?"

you stared up at him, wide eyed, as his face started to form into a more understanding face. like he was putting pieces into a puzzle.

"you know, that symbiote of his always leaves their damn scent everywhere, doesnt he?"

you said nothing as he offered his hand with a weird smile on his face.

"oh dont worry, I know what he did. he took you, didnt he? took you right of the street. I was wondering who that was, and I'm so glad I get to meet you."

hesitantly you took his hand and he pulled you up- up over his shoulder.

hanging down, and feeling the blood rush to your head, you saw his feet- no, his body start to morph into something else. something red, with black lines over it. it seemed to incase his entire body.

"I know you dont know me very well, but I'm sure I'm gonna be a good father!"

and as he jumped off the ground and started to swing wherever he was taking you, you started to wonder what wouldve happened if you had just decided to reread the books on eddies shelf.

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oOF- ok so like I like this and then I don't if that makes any sense it's like, I wish it was better but I also like how it is ya know. anyway I saw that ur not feeling well and I thought this would cheer you up 💖💖💖 while I'm still too shy to start posting stuff (especially since I'm not known for writing this stuff lol) I still like writing this stuff and you were a great inspiration for me, so I just wanted to say thank you for writing your writings and just writing what you wanna write. I really like how you write hcs and drabbles and it doesnt matter what the length of the piece is for me, if it's from you, its gonna be good. cheers love, hope to get the courage to reveal myself in the future 💖 - knull anon

You’re an absolute sweetheart and I love to read what you send in💗💗!! It really means the world whenever someone says I’ve inspired them so thank you so much for that💗💞💕💚💗💕💞!!

The whole time I was reading the part where Reader is reading all Eddie’s books all I could think about was Rapunzal’s day to day montage from Tangled. You did a really good job on these.

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byeleriscanon · 6 years

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Don’t Let Them Win(Stenbrough fic, ft. Reddie)

Hey, so my last (first ever fic), Now and Forever, has about 48 notes right now, which is 48 more than I expected it to get and I cannot thank you all enough for tolerating my writing. In any case, I figured, like any good addict, why not do it again? I posted this yesterday as Don’t Dream It’s Over, but took it down to rework it and edit it a bit. Here it is in finality. I was inspired by the fact that it was snowing outside when I wrote this, and also (kind-of) the snow-ball scene in ST2. Really I just love winter dances and am bitter that I never got one. I also borrowed lyrics from Crowded House’s Don’t Dream It’s Over. I hope you all enjoy it and, as always, I would LOVE to hear some feedback or constructive criticism. There’s only one way to get better, right?

Summary: Stan, after some pushing from his friends, decides that he’s going to ask Bill to the Winter Dance in their freshman year of high school. Will he finally get the date he’s always wanted?

“Well, are you going to do it?” Richie asked as he, Eddie and Stan meandered down the sidewalks of Derry, snow crunching under their feet.

“I don’t know,” Stan replied, a long sigh escaping his mouth. “I know I told you guys that I would, but I just, I don’t know. He’s going to say no anyway,” he lamented.

“Well I mean you don’t know that for sure,” Eddie said from beside Richie, their gloved hands clasping one another. “I used to think Richie didn’t like me, but then I made him cry in my bedroom and now we’re dating!” He laughed.

“Aww Eds, stop telling people that you’re going to ruin my manly reputation!” Richie fake-pouted.

“If you call me Eds one more fucking time you are going to be single,” Eddie tried to sound angry, but his smile gave him away. “My point was, that you never know Stan. Besides, Bill spends every second he can around you I think he likes you back,”

“Eds I literally called you cute on a regular basis and you thought I didn’t like you,” Richie said

“You’re not helping trashmouth! And don’t fucking call me Eds!” Eddie retorted. Stan let them bicker and instead turned towards his own thoughts.

Stan had told Richie and Eddie about his crush on Bill after the two of them had come out, earlier this year, just before they started their first year of high school. And then he had slowly told the rest of the losers, except for Bill of course. Richie and Eddie, with Beverly’s help, had since been trying to convince Stan to ask Bill out, and now to ask him to the Winter Dance on the upcoming weekend. Just thinking about Bill caused colour to rise into Stan’s cheeks, and a ghost of a smile to dance across his face.

“I think you’re right,” He said at length, interrupting Richie and Eddie mid argument. “I’ll ask him tomorrow at school.” Already he could feel the nervous butterflies dancing around within him.

“Well of course I’m right,” Richie grinned, “I’m always right! It’s one of my many gifts!”

“Oh, give me a break,” Eddie said, rolling his large brown eyes.

…

When Stan returned home, all he could think about was what he was going to say to Bill. The nervous energy had been building up all through the night and stayed with him in the morning.

Stan pulled up to the bike rack outside of the school the next day and chained his bike to it, his fingers stinging even through his knitted gloves at the touch of the cold metal. Beverly pulled up right beside him, smiling, her red hair even redder against the snowy white backdrop. Ben stood beside her, as always.

“Richie told us. Today’s the day!” she beamed. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Stan replied, a nervous rock forming in the bottom of his stomach.

“Stan, it’s going to be so great! Just don’t cry,” Ben joked.

“We have to go help Mike finish his math in the library, but good luck!” Beverly said. She and Ben turned and headed into the brick school, excitedly chattering to one another. Stan took another nervous breath, which hitched in his throat as he caught sight of Bill, who pulled up beside him on his own bike.

“H-hey Stan,” Bill stuttered as he chained his own bike next to Stan’s. “How’s it g-g-going?” His emerald eyes flashed as he greeted his best friend, and Stan couldn’t help but begin to lose himself in their verdant splendour.

“What? Oh, uh, good,” Stan said nervously, a week smile trying to form on his face. He could feel a rush of panic and nervousness surge within him, and his cheeks began to redden. “I have to get to class, but I kind of need to talk to you. Can you stick around after school?” he said hurriedly.

“Oh, uh yeah of c-course,” Bill replied, his eyebrows raising quizzically.

“Great okay see you then,” Stan barely waited to finish his own sentence before hurrying off, leaving a slightly confused Bill behind, who watched the curly headed boy depart with a surge of admiration and affection.

Stan didn’t really see Bill for the rest of the day, but the boy stayed in his mind the whole time, making concentration on anything else impossible. After the final bell Stan headed to the school entrance to wait for Bill, practically thrumming with apprehension. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Richie and Eddie bickering playfully with one another. Beverly joined them with Mike and Ben and flashed him an encouraging smile and a thumbs up. Just then Bill appeared next to Stan, smiling as always as he saw his friend

“Hey S-Stan! You wanted t-to talk to me?” he said.

“Um, uh, yeah,” Stan managed, his anxiety threatening to undermine his speech. “So, I uh, well. I was just, um, thinking and,” he paused.

“Yeah?” Bill asked. His heart began to beat a bit faster and butterflies began to flutter in his stomach. Was Stan about to ask him to the dance? Bill’s mind began to race. Of course he would love to go with Stan; he hadn’t told anyone but he had actually had a crush on the boy since middle school, but he’d always been too nervous to make a move.

“Well, you know, I uh, I was just wondering –” whatever Stan was about to say was cut off by a new voice

“Hey Bill!” Said a girl with long blond hair pulled into a scrunchied ponytail. Stan recognised her as Holly Westfield. She was in their year and shared a math class with Bill. “Hey, I heard you didn’t have a date to the dance tomorrow! How about you go with me?” Stan’s heart all but stopped as he heard those words spoken by another, and a massive pit formed in his stomach.

“Oh, Uh I-I don’t, I mean, uh s-s-ure,” Bill, shooting a glance at Stan, replied, feeling too bad to say no. Stan felt like a train had smashed into him as the words escaped Bill’s mouth. In that moment, Stan felt as if he had shattered, and already he could feel the tears gathering in his eyes.

“Great! Here’s my number! And thanks for the help in math, as always!” Holly grinned as she handed Bill a slip of paper and then walked off. Bill turned back to Stan, and his heart fell as he saw the hurt in his friend’s eyes. “St-Stan,” he began before Stan cut him off.

“Nevermind. I, I have to go,” Stan managed. He spun around and rushed to his bike, hoping Bill hadn’t seen the dampness of his eyes. He mounted his bike and rushed home, tears rolling down his cheeks and stinging his face in the cold his whole way home.

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On Saturday afternoon Stan headed over to Ben’s to prepare for the dance. Richie (and by extension Eddie) and Beverly had both called him the night before to check on him before making him promise he’d still come to the dance with them.

“Hey, it’s only one dance,” Eddie tried to sound optimistic. “He could still like you,” he said as he and Stan put on their suits

“Yeah Stan! You’re a catch!” chimed in Richie. “Hell, if I wasn’t dating Eds over here I’d be all over you!” Richie laughed as Eddie slapped his arm and made a noise of disgust.

“Eddie’s right you shouldn’t give up,” Ben added.

“Thanks guys. But I’m fine. Really. I just want to get the dance done,” Stan said as he adjusted his purple tie in the mirror. The words felt hollow and paper-thin, and Stan was sure that his friends didn’t believe them. Neither did he.

“We could always see if Eds’ mom will come with you, since I’m all taken up this time around” Richie snickered.

“You’re a real asshole you know that?” Eddie said.

“You know you love me,” came Richie’s reply. One by one the rest of the losers showed up (without Bill of course, he was arriving with his date) and Stan’s spirits lifted slightly, but he could still feel the void inside of him.

Ben’s parents drove them to the dance and as he climbed out of the car, Stan couldn’t help but smile as he saw his friends around him, dressed up and grinning. A blanket of white snow lay upon the ground and fat snowflakes fell lazily to the ground, swirling slowly and carelessly to a rest. The front doors were decorated lavishly with balloons and tinsel and kids streamed inside. The losers made their way through the front doors of the school and into the main hallway, where balloons and snowflake shaped glitter and ceiling décor formed a path that led them to the gym.

Winter themed decorations hung everywhere, and groups of people danced and talked as music blared loudly over everything. Over in one corner was a snack and punch table. Stan talked and danced and joked with his friends and for a time managed to lift his spirits just a bit. Bill and Holly found the losers just before one of the slow dances. Stan’s breath caught in his throat as he saw bills thin and lanky form in a pristine black suit and a white shirt, a silver tie that matched his date’s silver dress glinting in the decorative lighting. His brown hair was brushed to the side, for once not covering his forehead. Bill smiled and greeted all his friends talking with them as they talked with one another and introduced themselves to his date, but his smile faded when he finally made his way to Stan, who had been trying hard to avoid him.

“hi S-Stan,” he said. “Y-you look really n-n-nice.”

“Thanks, you do too,” Stan tried to smile at his closest friend, but the pain in his heart prevented any sort of convincing gesture.

“Hey are y-you okay?” Bill began, concern etched on his face. Just then the music shifted as Kenny Loggins’ Footloose ended and Crowded House’s Don’t Dream It’s Over began, signalling a slow dance.

Stan almost burst into tears right there. That song had played once earlier in the year, through a radio that Stan kept in his room. That day, Stan had failed an exam in his English class, and it had been Bill who came to his house to comfort him, finding him crying in his room. Bill had walked in, and, without speaking, wrapped Stan in an embrace until he had stopped crying.

Bill’s face fell as he recognised the song as well. That day, Bill had thought nothing would ever feel better than being able to feel his friend’s warmth as they hugged, and he wanted nothing more than to wrap Stan in another embrace.

There’s a battle ahead/ many battles are lost

“Bill! Come on its time for us to dance!” Holly said as she appeared by Bill’s side. her hand took Bill’s and she led him to the floor as he turned to look back at Stan. Stan turned to look at his friends. Ben and Beverly were heading out to dance and Richie and Eddie were already on the floor, Eddie yelping and telling Richie to stop stepping on his feet as he swore and apologised

“Hey Mike, I’m going to get some fresh air,” Stan said, his friend looked forlornly at Stan, but nodded his head. “You go find someone to dance with.” Stan continued, mustering a smile. Mike apologised and patted Stan on the shoulder as he passed, and then turned to a nearby girl who was sheepishly smiling at him.

Bill was barely even aware of the girl in front of him, barely even aware of the hands resting around his neck. All he could think about, all he could see, was Stan.

Hey now heyyy now/don’t dream its over

The song continued, and Bill flashed back to the day in Stan’s room. He could feel the warmth of the boy as he had just rested in Bill’s arms, choked sobs escaping now and again. He was brought back to reality just in time to see Stan, face downcast, heading out of the gym and towards the outside, his sorrow evident in every step.

They come, they come/to build a wall between us

“Bill, Bill are you okay?” Holly said. “You haven’t said a word. And I have been trying so hard to make an effort all night but it’s like you don’t even want to be here!” Bill looked at the girl in front of him and seemed to register her for the first time.

We know they won’t win

“Y-yeah I just,” Bill sighed and pulled away from Holly, breaking out of her arms. “I n-n-need to go. I’m sorry,” Bill whirled away and headed off after Stan, leaving an objecting Holly fading behind him. Only one thing, one person mattered right now.

As soon as Stan was outside the tears began flowing freely. He was dimly aware of the night time chill biting through the fabric of his suit, but he didn’t care. He gazed at the snow floating lazily to the ground, each flake spinning and turning as if they were holding a waltz of their own. He heard the crunch of snow behind him, and instinctively knew who it was behind him.

“You should be inside,” Stan said, without turning to face Bill. “You shouldn’t leave Holly in the middle of a dance.”

Don’t let them win

“Stan, w-we need to talk” Bill said, moving closer to his friend, to the love of his life. “What’s g-g-going on why did you l-leave the dance?” Bill reached out and touched his shoulder, and both their hearts fluttered at the physical contact. He turned Stan gently around and his heart fell as he saw the tears streaking down his friend’s face.

“I was going to ask you Bill, okay? Yesterday, I was going to ask you to be my date!” Stan all but shouted, unable to contain his feelings any longer. “Because, because I’m in love with you! Alright? There, that’s the truth! And obviously you don’t feel the same way but it hurts Bill! It hurts and I just can’t take it a –” Stan’s words became incoherent, replaced by heaves and sobs as more tears rolled down his cheeks. Bill looked at the friend he had been in love with for so long, stunned by his admission, and heartbroken at his pain. He rushed forward and wrapped his arms around his love. Stan didn’t fight it. Bill squeezed tighter and let him sob, just like that night in Stan’s room

“Stan l-l-listen to me,” Bill said after a few seconds, Stan still crying into his shoulder. “Stan listen,” he repeated. “I love you. I h-have since the m-moment we met. I’m so so s-s-sorry I didn’t tell you. I was af-f-fraid you didn’t like m-me. I wanted to come here with yu-you, but Holly asked and I just felt t-too bad to say no. But I should h-have I’m so s-sorry,”

Stan could barely comprehend what he was hearing. In the background he could faintly here the song.

Hey now heyyy now/ don’t dream its over

Stan delicately pulled away to look at Bill, tears still running down his face, and sniffled. It was as if he was seeing Bill for the first time. His soft green eyes were pools of emerald that Stan could have lost himself in for eternity. A few rogue snowflakes had lighted on his head and shoulders, glittering in the moonlight.

Slowly, without even stopping to realise what he was doing, he leaned in towards Bill, and Bill followed suit. Softly and tenderly their lips touched. Bill’s mind exploded with colour as his lips met Stan’s, catching the salty taste of Stan’s tears; he didn’t care. They stayed this way for several seconds, neither boy willing to pull away, not wanting to risk breaking the magic of the moment. Finally, Bill pulled back, and Stan looked deeply again into Bill’s eyes. Despite the tears that still streaked his face Stan formed a soft, genuine smile, the first one to be there in days. Bill’s heart fluttered at the beautiful sight, his mind at a loss for words. Silently, they gazed at one another, a tender silence hanging for a few seconds before Stan finally broke it.

“Bill, will you be my date to the Winter Dance?” he asked delicately and quietly, as if the words were made of glass, and speaking to loud would shatter them. Bill smiled, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

“I w-would love nothing m-more,” He said.

The two boys’ lips met again, and Bill wrapped Stan up in another embrace. Stan broke off the kiss and nuzzled his head into Bill’s shoulder, and Bill rested his cheek on top of Stan’s head. The air was cold as it ebbed and flowed around them, seeping through their clothing. But they did not feel it. All they felt, all they needed was each other’s warmth. From the school the song, their song, could be heard, faint and muffled, as soft and delicate as the snow that fell around them

Get to know the feeling of liberation and release

The two boys swayed in time with muffled music, eyes closed, wrapped in each other’s bliss. Around them the fat snowflakes drifted and floated, swirling slowly around them before finally coming to a rest on the ground around them. A few found their way onto their heads and shoulders, but the boys felt only each other.

Hey now heyyy now/ don’t dream its over

“I love you,” Bill whispered suddenly and tenderly, no trace of a stutter. Stan said nothing; he only smiled and nuzzled further into Bill. That was the only answer he needed.

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