My darling @blacktofade‘s birthday was, uh, two months ago, so here I am, ten years late with her birthday present. ILU BB!! If this lil au seems like it should be a full-length fic, that’s because it desperately tried to be, and I had to keep chopping at it to keep it under control, like some kind of rouge hedge on meth. (Now on AO3!)
In the hours after the fight, Stiles drives and drives and drives. At first it’s late, and then it’s so late that it’s early, but he keeps on driving, fueled by anger, mostly in silence, though somewhere around the middle of Pennsylvania he thaws enough to put on some music. He stops at a rest stop just past the Ohio border to get a breakfast sandwich, and as he sits at a dirty table and eats, he thinks: shit.
Doubt begins creeping into his thoughts; maybe he’d been too hasty. Maybe he should have given Jay a chance to explain - but no, no, fuck that. He’d always made it really fucking clear that if their relationship ever got to the point where cheating seemed like a good option, he’d rather just be broken up with and yet look what fucking happened. Stiles scoffs scornfully, chucking the wrapper to his sandwich in a nearby trash can. Two and a half years down the drain.
Refreshed by a new wave of anger, Stiles heads back to his car and gets back on the highway. He manages to wrangle his phone from his pocket and, ignoring the multiple text and missed call notifications, he calls his dad, who picks up with a sigh.
“You know what time it is?” his dad asks, and Stiles looks at his dash guiltily. He’s been so worked up that he forgot about the time difference - or the fact that even on the east coast, it’s early, the sun barely above the horizon.
“Sorry,” Stiles says with a wince. “I’ll call back later.”
“It’s fine,” Dad says with another sigh. “I just got home from an overnight shift. Everything all right? You’re not usually up before ten.”
Stiles opens his mouth and then closes his mouth, startled by the raw ache in his eyes.
“Stiles?” his dad presses, somehow gentle and sharp at the same time; Stiles is worrying him.
“I’m - ” Stiles clears his throat, tapping his fingers against the wheel. “Um. How would you feel about me moving home for a while?”
Harvey Kinkle, Pembroke Welsh Corgi (4 y/o), Hillside Park, Brooklyn, NY • “He’s gotten stuck in the cat door trying to eat the cat’s food – it’s his all time favorite treat. He was supposed to be a show dog but one of his testicles didn’t descend, so he couldn’t and we got him.”
ryan ross peeks from the bushes of a dog park, He, Diligently, he watches for his next mission. beads of sweat form on his brow and he concentrates ever so quietly, plotting his next move. the thickly leaves from the bushes scuff across his 950 dollar gucci slippers. he takes a liver treat from his pocket and tosses it beside him. he waits. a nice and tall dog, perhaps one of the bloodhound family tracks the scent from 50 feet away. he trots towards it without hesitation as it’s owner converses with another dog owner with an english mastiff. theyre too caught up in their conversation about effects of 700 milligrams of niquil to notice that hes pulled the dog in with a kong ball, approx. 4 inches in diameter. he bounces it into the van and quickly drives off. he has a new dog. checking his tag, his name is elwood. all is good and he is eating that treat
- you meet hansol in high school - you remember walking into class one day and the teacher announces that there’s a new kid in the class - this cool boy enters the classroom and you could already tell a few girls developed a tiny crush on him - the new kid introduces himself as hansol vernon chwe and he just moved to korea from america - you’re like wow good-looking, fluent english and cool? he’s going to be popular i can see it - but you know what surprisingly not - hansol prefers to keep to himself you noticed when a bunch of girls approached him during breaktime and all he did was answer in one word or simply nod - he’s just so awkward and quiet that everyone kind of…… forgot about him……. like his popularity just died so quickly - it also doesn’t help that he always has his headphones on but you know what we’ll get back to this later - hansol disappears during lunchtime you notice, like he’s never eating in class or in the cafeteria - one day, you want to go eat up on the roof because it’s such a nice sunny day - but your friends tell you that they have to go to the teacher’s office to ask some questions about the new material you’re learning but you didn’t want to waste such a beautiful day so you go by yourself - and up there you find hansol - he’s sitting by the fence and looking at the view while listening to his headphones - but what catches your eye are the notebooks scattered around him, especially the one in his hand - you’re like wait is he an artist?? - you walk towards him and once you reach him, you tap his shoulder, causing him to turn around and pull down his headphones - he asks “oh hi, uhhh do you need anything?” - you shake your head and ask “what are you doing up here all by yourself?” - hansol looks down at his notebook for a second and says “i’m….. working on something…” and you ask “oh are you getting started on the project (teacher name) gave us?? wow you’re quick” - and hansol says “oh no it’s a personal project actually” he pauses before continuing “if it’s no trouble at all…… do you mind…… helping me out?” - you say “oh sure idk if i’ll be of any help but i could try” and you sit next to him and he passes you his notebook and says “can you let me know what you think of this?” - you look down at the notebook and you realize that it’s not a sketch - but rap lyrics - you’re like !!! DID YOU WRITE THESE YOURSELF ??? and hansol shyly nods his head - you tell him “THIS IS AMAZING I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD WRITE LYRICS THIS GOOD” and with his permission, you flip through the other pages and they’re just filled with drafts of rap lyrics he wrote himself - you continue to admire his work when hansol suddenly nudges you - when you turn to him, he holds out his headphones to you and says “can you listen to these too? if you don’t mind, i mean….. it’s just a little something i’ve been working on lately” - and you discover that he takes instrumentals of certain songs and inserts his own lyrics into them and he’s just so talented - you also discover that you both have the same music taste and you bond over it for the rest of the lunch period - when it’s over, hansol says “ummm do you maybe…. want to walk to class together….?” and of course you say “YES LET’S GO” - hansol moves from his spot next to the window to the spot next to you and your whole class is like ohhh what’s happening here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) - on days you’re free, you meet up with hansol during lunch period or after school for updates on his rap lyrics - and through these little meet-ups guess what you become BEST FRIENDS - you notice how quiet hansol is in class and in front of people he’s not familiar with but he’s so fricking loud when he’s with you - while everyone’s like “hansol you should speak more!!” you’re like “no no stfu not another word hansol” - hangouts either mean sitting around in some secret hideout or in a nice restaurant with a patio where hansol can write lyrics and you can eat all the food because he’s treating you - when you go to his house for the first time you meet his little sister sofia and she LOVES you - hansol was so happy because sofia means the world to him but when she started telling you a bunch of embarrassing and stupid things he’s done, he always finds excuses to not let you come over - “hansol raps while he’s sitting on the toilet” “SOFIA” - “omg did you know he never brought a girl home because he’s scared of girls you’re the first—” “SOFIA ENOUGH” - the type whose laugh is funnier than the joke - rap battles out of nowhere - normally really quiet and calm until he wins something, it could be something small like a free bubble tea but he’d act like he won a music award - “(NAME) I WON THIS” - dances so awkwardly it makes you cringe for life - but then when one of his favorite songs come on, he knows every step and moves fluidly and you’re like ??? who are you ??? - knows the raps for like every song you’re like JUST HOW - you have to drag him everywhere because he’s either never in the mood to do something or he’d rather just stay home and watch movies all day - “no hansol we’re going to check out that new ice cream shop you’re coming with me I DON’T CARE IF YOU DON’T WANT TO TOO BAD” - but when he wants to go somewhere, you’re the first person who pops into his mind - because you’re the first friend he made at his new school, and you’re the first person who kept talking to him despite how quiet and awkward he is - he can’t thank you enough - “aaand here’s your birthday card!!” - “….did you write these lyrics about me?” - “maaaybe. oh and this is your gift, sorry it’s small but you know i’m only 17 i only got a few dollars” - “hansol you’re 19 now shut up”
Shout out to the wonderful, amazing and so, so patient @frickin-bats who has had to wait months and months and months for this request and never once complained about having to do so. I am so very sorry you had such a long wait darling all I can do is apologise and hope that this makes up for the wait you had to put in to finally see it- So much love Lana xx
Request: Hi! I saw you were taking request and I was wondering if you could please write one where Steve and a heavily pregnant reader are both avengers and one day Steve gets seriously hurt on a mission and the stress causes the reader to go into labor so the team is there for her? Lot of fluff/angst and maybe a happy ending? Thanks soooo much! 😊
Warnings: A hard labour, that results in reader being under severe stress and needing surgery.
Words: c, 2,100
Steve was rushing around the room
packing the last few items in his mission bag and you followed him slowly, hand
on your bump, trying to make him slow down.
“Please Steve I’m begging you, sit
this one out!”
“Y/n, you know I can’t,” he sighed
repeating himself for over the hundredth time, “It has to be me that goes.
Besides, Bucky is going to be right here with you and I’ll be home before you
even know it.”
A knock on the door signified that
Bucky had arrived and when you opened the door, you smiled widely noting that
he brought with him all the treats you loved to eat.
Whereas Steve preferred to eat a
healthy diet, Bucky was your junkfood friend and his sweet tooth had been one
of the things you had first bonded over. You had introduced him to so many sweet
things and it had sort of become ‘your thing’ to and try out new treats and
desserts with Bucky.
Even if they weren’t new for you,
even if you’d eaten them a thousand times you would go with him because it made
him excited and back in the early days you would have went to the moon with him
if it made him happy.
He placed his collection of treats on
the coffee table and came over to stand beside you where you were watching
Steve pack his things.
“How is nugget today?” he asked
reaching out to rub at your swollen stomach, and smiling when he felt a kick,
“She knows her favourite uncle is here,” he smiled and Steve was smart because
calling Bucky and having him here was already doing wonders for your nerves.
Even if you still wished that Steve didn’t have to go do the Captain-America
“I’ll call you when I’m on the way
home,” he told you kissing you on the forehead, and you pulled him in for a
“Look after my girls,” Steve told
Bucky in mock warning and Bucky patted him on the back, he didn’t need to be
asked, he would lay down his life for you and Steve knew it, as they hugged
quickly Nat appeared at the door and Steve was on his way.
You were halfway through the Prisoner
of Azkaban, you and Bucky had decided to have a Harry Potter marathon, when
Bucky’s phone rang and you paused the movie for him to answer.
His eyes went wide and he rose from
“How serious?” he asked in a hushed
tone, trying not to panic you, but he knew it was too late as the panic
appeared on your face, and he knew he couldn’t mask the terror on his own.
Steve was hurt, and badly and now he
was asking to speak to you ‘just in case’ as he’d put it, before he passed you
the phone he asked you to try and keep calm, and you nodded as you pressed your
ear to the phone.
“Y/n?” it was Steve his breathing was
coming out ragged and your heart stopped in your chest.
“Y/n I’ve been injured, back up is on
the way and I’m going to be fine,” he paused as he took another ragged breath
“I’m not leaving you and our child, I made you a promise and I fully intend to
keep it, but sometimes my promises don’t work out quite the way I wanted them
to so let me tell you, you are the love of my life, I never thought I could
love anyone the way I love you, and you are going to be a fantastic mother to
our little girl.”
You were openly crying now and he
tried to shush you, “Hold on for us Steve please, we need you. I can’t do this
on my own.”
“Listen to me, I’ll come back to you.
To both of you. I’ll be there!”
“I love you,” you told him honestly and
listened to him repeat the words back to you, as the line went dead you shot up
from the couch and Bucky pulled you to him as you sobbed your heart out not
even able to formulate a sentence.
Bucky fetched you a glass of water as
you were beginning to hyperventilate and you downed it gratefully.
“Listen to me,” he said getting on
his hunkers and brushing his fingers through your hair, “I know Steve, better
than I ever knew anybody else and he’s strong and stubborn but more than
anything he loves you and there’s no way in hell he’s going to leave you. Do
you hear me?”
You nodded and placed a hand over
your bump, trying to will yourself to calm down, Bucky rose and took his phone
out to make a call, trying to find out any information he could.
You could hear Bucky pacing back and
forth outside the hall and you tried to focus on the sounds of his steps, tried
to focus your energy on breathing quick shallow breaths. A huge cramp took you
over and you cried out in pain, attempting to stand up to ease the pain and
feeling horrified when you noticed your waters had broken.
“Not now. Please not now,” you cried
out, clutching your stomach and silently willing your little girl to stay put!
You called out for Bucky and he stuck
his head around the door worriedly and damn near dropped his phone when he saw
the situation in front of him.
“Bucky, I’m not ready. I’m not ready!”
“Shh,” he tried to sooth you as he
ran into the room to fetch your delivery bag, and gently guide you out the door.
He buckled you into the car and drove
like a madman to the hospital, calling Tony and freaking out over the phone
with him, and having Tony try his best to sooth Bucky would have made you smile
on a good day, but you were in a mixed state of shock and pain right now and
the only voice you wanted to hear was Steve’s telling you that everything was
going to be alright.
You called his phone only for it to
ring out and his voicemail played. You called it another four times just to
hear his voice.
You barely registered the tears
falling down your cheek as Bucky led you inside the hospital and you watched
the bright lights flashing overhead as you were wheeled down to the delivery room.
Bucky stayed by your side, holding
your hand through each painful round of contractions and soon Tony arrived,
promising to do everything he could to bring Steve and Nat home.
Machines beeping caused you to lock
eyes with Bucky, and soon doctors were flooding into your room, you called out
to him, repeating his name as they began to wheel you to surgery, his panicked
expression and him struggling against doctors trying to hold him back the last thing you saw before you rounded the
The feeling of someone stroking your
hair gently pulled you from the depths of slumber, and you opened your eyes.
Once. Twice. Three times before they would stay open and Bucky’s blue eyes were
the first thing you saw.
“Where is she?” you cried weakly and
he smiled gently with tears in his eyes.
“She’s right here, she’s beautiful
y/n. She looks just like her mommy.”
You sighed in relief as tears sprung
to your eyes and you attempted to sit up, Bucky sprang into action, helping you
up and placing your daughter in your arms.
“She’s so beautiful,” you cried
kissing her forehead and stroking her tiny hands.
Bucky kissed your forehead, “You
scared the hell out of me, I thought I had lost you too.”
“Steve?” you cried out again, the
heart machine beeping with the increase of your heartbeat.
“No word yet,” Bucky said sadly, “Tony
is gone to their last point of coordination, he promised to let me know as soon
as he knew anything.”
You cradled your little girl to you
as your door opened and you looked up to see the concerned faces of all your
team as they flooded around your bed.
Wanda climbed carefully onto the bed
beside you and cooed over your little girl while Sam pulled Bucky into a long
hug that spoke volumes, you watched the slump of Bucky’s shoulders and you
couldn’t imagine what the last few hours had been like for him.
Scott and Clint, took it in turns of
suggesting names that she looked like when it was their turn to hold her and
you couldn’t help but smile when both of them agreed on Peach.
“We are not calling our daughter
Peach,” a tired and exhausted voice interrupted from the doorway and you almost
ripped the needles out of your arms to get to him.
“Careful y/n. Careful,” Wanda urged
as he finally came into view. Battered, bruised and broken, but alive.
You were crying before he even made
it into your arms and he was crying too, you sensed the emptying of your room
as your team retreated into the hall to give you guys a moment.
You couldn’t even coherently
communicate sentences but you knew exactly what the other meant, and when he
kissed you it was like everything was right in the world again. You had been
utterly lost without him, but now you felt settled again.
When he finally pulled away, Bucky
stepped forward with your little girl and placed her gently into Steve’s arms
and Steve actively wept holding the tiny bundle in his arms.
Bucky gently went to leave the room,
before you called out his name.
“Don’t go,” you asked but it sounded
more like pleading.
“This is a family moment,” he answered
“You are family Buck,” you insisted
and urged him to come back over, which he did shyly and with an expression you
couldn’t quite read.
“I don’t know what I would have done
without you today,” you told him honestly.
“You’re my family too,” he confessed
quietly and Steve sniffed loudly, this moment being momentous to him.
“God, we hadn’t even settled on a
name,” Steve chuckled as his little girl wrapped her hands around his finger.
You smiled up at him and it was
almost like he could read your mind.
“Why don’t we ask her godfather for
some suggestions?” you smiled at Steve and he smiled at Bucky.
“Me?” he shrieked “I couldn’t
Both you and Steve fixed him with the
same stare and he smiled gently.
“Ella?” he suggested shyly.
Steve moved towards you and ducked
down so you could both look at her.
“What do you think mama? Does she
look like an Ella to you?”
You nodded through tears as you
stroked her tiny pink cheek and Steve kissed you on the forehead.
“Hello baby Ella,” he cooed and you
pulled her tiny hand to your mouth to press a gentle kiss to it.
Bucky shifted on the end of your bed
and you regarded him as he wiped gently at the corners of his eyes, and then
the moment was interrupted by Nat storming into the room to pull you into the
firmest hug you had ever been in in your life and you couldn’t help but laugh
as she almost swiped Ella from Steve.
“Hi baby,” she whispered pressing a
kiss to her tiny face and climbing onto the bed beside you.
“Don’t ever scare your aunty Nat like
that again,” she whispered to your tiny little girl.
“You mean godmother,” Steve corrected
and she whipped her head up to look between both of you.
“As if there was any other option,”
you joked “You are the best godmother she could ever have.”
She smiled genuinely, and turned her
attention back to Ella, “You are forbidden to date until you are at least 25,”
she warned and you laughed loudly, causing everyone to look at you.
“With Steve as her father, and you and
Bucky as godparents the poor girl is not going to be able to date anybody.”
“Ah you’re forgetting something,”
Tony’s voice interrupted as your team mates began to pour back into the room. “There
is a whole line of us that guys have to get through before they even make it to
the Bucky and Nat stage.”
You smiled back up at him and couldn’t
help but be excited for what the future meant for you and your over-sized
You reached out for Steve’s hand and
smiled when he clasped yours in his much larger one, eternally grateful that he kept his promise to you. He was here and that was all that mattered.
Potential S/O for Talon since they desperately need a healer
I’m gonna write this one kind of like one big poly family since it’s Talon, but if that wasn’t what you meant I could go back and do them each individually, and yes those poor babies do need a healer. XD
“Y/N! We’re past the entrance facing the enemy, move in and get to work,” Reaper’s rough voice came through your earpiece.
“Yes sir,” You chirped back.
Picking up your modified pistol you ducked and ran in to the building. The rest of the group told you stay back until they made it inside and had picked off the first line of defense. They said a healer would be the first to get picked off if they were to follow in during the initial break in.
The one needing the most healing at the moment was Reaper. He was leading the charge while the others were doing their thing. Widowmaker was heading forward to take out the target while Sombra was disabling the alarms and security system. Doomfist stayed back to prevent any back up from sneaking around them, and preventing your escape.
Setting your pistol to healing you quickly shot pulses at Reaper’s back while he gunned down the soldiers who were rushing in. Your pistol was modified to have three modes; healing, boosting, and damage. Despite it doing little damage you found that it was good when you were in a pinch.
There was a loud bang and you heard Sombra cry out in pain. You checked on Reaper’s health before turning and running to her. She had been hit by one of the soldiers she killed while disabling the security system.
“I’ve got you,” You told her turning you pistol and firing healing pulses at the bullet wound.
“Behind you,” She said before shooting a soldier who had followed you over.
You had been so focused on healing her that you weren’t even watching yourself. Breathlessly you gave her your thanks.
“No problem cutie, now get back out there and heal the others,” She laughed.
She gave you a quick boop on the nose before running out to start hacking the soldiers’ weaponry. You on the other hand set out to check on Reaper and Widowmaker.
When Reaper saw you come out he turned and made sure he made a path for you. He shot all the soldiers in your way to make it easier for you to get to him and, if need be, Widowmaker. With yourself covered you pressed your finger against your earpiece to check on Doomfist.
“Hey Doomfist, everything alright?”
“I’m fine y/n, but do you need any help?”
“I’m good. Reaper’s got me,” You replied.
Once you made it behind Reaper he turned his attention back to the assault. Seeing as his health was fine you set your gun to boost and started sending him boost pulses. With his shot speed faster and damage higher he was now able to push through the soldiers a lot easier spread the effort out a lot more. The ones he wasn’t able to kill Sombra picked off with her machine pistol.
“Target eliminated,” Widowmaker’s voice came through your earpiece.
The rest of you knew what to do and immediately started heading out. Reaper cut a path for you and Sombra hacked open any doors that made the process slower then hacked them shut so the soldiers couldn’t follow.
Widowmaker and Doomfist caught up with the three of you outside and together you all rushed toward the armored truck that had come to pick you up. Doomfist had warned that some members of Overwatch were on their way, so you needed to hurry.
Doomfist picked you up and tossed you in first, making sure that you were safe before getting in himself. Reaper stayed outside while Sombra and Widow got in to keep and eye on things. With him in the truck took off back toward the base.
“You did wonderful y/n,” Widowmaker gushed.
You had begun to assess everyone’s health while you had some free time. For the most part all you had to go was give everyone a little something to top their health off except for Doomfist who was missing almost a quarter of his health. You had to scold him for that.
“Yeah you did so good y/n,” Sombra agreed.
“Yes quite impressive,” Reaper chimed in.
“Hm, thank you y/n,” Doomfist added.
“You guys,” You replied with a deep blush on your face.
When you were recruited to talon you thought you were only going to be dead weight compared to them. They were all so talented you figured they didn’t need a healer, but boy were you wrong. The four of them appreciated you more than you could ever know. You took some of the stress off of them and allowed them to slip up a little, for which they were so grateful. Little did you know they all had started to find you a little cute.
“How about we get something to eat? My treat,” You offered.
They all disagreed and insisted on paying. To them you had done too much work and did not need to be buying them a meal. Instead everyone was going to pitch in and get pizza back at the base.
(If this isn’t really what you wanted feel free to ask for something different)
on jakku giving people food freely (i.e. as a gift with no expectation of return) and saying its a gift is how they propose marriage. Giving different food back is how you accept. Rey in the resistance is SO CONFUSED. Why are you all into polygamy resistance people. Everyone is proposing to me. Im flattered general but really jfc where did this come from. I don't even know you random mechanic #6! Oh.... poe/finn... thank you for the apple. Would you like a space potato?
I’M PRETTY SURE WE ALL KNEW TO EXPECT A READ-MORE FROM ME ON THIS ONE. DID ANYONE NOT EXPECT A READ-MORE FROM ME ON THIS ONE? GOOD ‘CUZ WE’RE IN FOR THE LONG HAUL, KIDS.
AU where Reiko is alive, and Touko and Shigeru are Takashi’s biological parents.
Reiko is the head of the Natsume exorcist clan, and her son-in-law, Shigeru, is also an exorcist who was actually trained by his mother-in-law (that’s actually how he met Touko) to take over the clan after her.
Despite being able to see, Touko doesn’t have the heart to exorcise youkai, and would much rather peacefully coexist, so she chooses to be a stay-at-home mom and just do all the housekeeping and make sure her clansmates are eating properly and treating their shiki right and aren’t being too reckless.
Takashi can also see youkai, and it looks like he’s going to go the way of his mother - he hates sealing youkai or hurting them in any way, and can often be found cuddling or playing with Hinoe (his grandmother’s closest and most beloved shiki) and Benio (his mother’s shiki).
Takashi is the sweetest, purest soul ever and everyone in the clan absolutely adores him and will shank anyone who dares upset him.
But Takashi is also a sickly little thing when he’s younger, and living in the city is so bad for his health, and not to mention that he doesn’t get along with any of his classmates either so when he graduates junior high, his grandmother suggests he attend high school in her hometown - it’s exactly the kind of quiet, slow-paced, tight-knit little town that she thinks her grandson would enjoy living in.
Reiko and his parents can’t join him right away, because they can’t leave their clan’s hq with such little notice, so he’s actually going to be living on his own for the first year, in his clan’s villa.
But it’s not really “on his own” because he’ll have a handful of servants (both human and youkai) there to look after and keep an eye on him.
Takashi takes to life in his new home like a fish to water - he makes quick friends with a pair of friendly, energetic boys in his class (Nishimura and Kitamoto), and even charms the local youkai in short order.
Reiko is more surprised than she probably has any right to be (considering he’s so much like herself when she was his age) when she drops in to check on him a week after Takashi moves to his new home, and finds that he’s already unsealed the great and powerful Madara (she’d always wondered where he’d disappeared to, all those decades ago) and managed to make him his first shiki, and has also managed to gain the respect of the great horse youkai, Misuzu (his second shiki).
A/n: First I want to thank everyone for the sweet comments on part 1! I also wanted to thank @sharknadoslut for helping me out! You give me the confidence to keep writing!
So I am starting this auction off with Thor. This is pretty fluffy, and turned out much longer than expected. The reader will vary for each character. (I just think it’s more fun that way).
Feel free to comment or talk to me! And let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!
“Next person for auction, is the mighty god of thunder!”
Applause erupted from the crowd as Thor walked up on stage. It was obvious he was enjoying himself; smiling, waving, and winking at everyone in the audience. When the bidding started, the poor auctioneer could barely keep up. The more offers Thor got, the more showboating he did.
He ripped his shirt open buttons flying everywhere, and flexed for the audience. Who responded with loud cheers and whistling.