#but yeah this is so random but i just found it very endearing
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honkai star rail x f!reader - random prompts
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characters : caelus, welt, sampo, gepard, dan heng
warnings : none! :) sfw
a/n : im obsessed with this game and its characters!! Huohuo and sampo have my whole heart ❤️❤️ requests are 100% open for hsr, so feel free to suggest whatever ideas you have and i will write them! Be mindful that I am currently moving onto the second story chapter so i wont know stuff about jing yuan or blade!! I'm definitely doing one with the girl characters after this one-
Prompt : ̗̀➛Caelus touching [name]'s face and telling her that her face is really soft.
When talking with Caelus, you typically notice the far-off look he gets in his eyes. It’s as though his mind is in a distant land and yet his physical form is present here, with you.
It was an endearing trait of his, but also irritating. Especially when you’re trying to explain something extremely important to him.
He was definitely an odd one…
I mean, the first time you had met him he was head-first in a trash can searching for… something.
But… his strange quirks are what drew you to him. The times where he seemed emotionless were actually the times where he was the most gentle… and the times where he is the most aggressive he comes across as seemingly unhinged.
You were definitely down bad for this strange raccoon guy whom had a literal nuke within him.
Yeah, if your parents were still around they definitely wouldn’t be proud of your choices.
Sighing at the distant look in his eyes, you clicked your fingers in front of his face, frowning when he didn’t even blink,” Oi- Caelus!” You called out, frown deepening further when he didn’t respond,” Yahoo~? Astral Express to Caelus??”
He didn’t budge.
Biting your lip in frustration you went to pinch his cheeks but you were found frozen in shock when Caelus had, in fact, beaten you to it. His fingers were rough from how much he’s been swinging that destructive bat around but they had a comforting warmth surrounding them, and when mixed with the blush on your cheeks you felt as though your face could be considered a heat hazard at this point.
He pinched at your cheeks with a concentrated expression, fingers rubbing your skin gently like he was testing the feeling of it, deciding whether he liked it or not.
It was weird.
He was weird.
But fuck, was it adorable to you.
A hum slipped through his lips and he stopped pinching your cheeks, seemingly deciding on something as he just sort of cupped your face gently in his hands instead.
You blinked up at him in embarrassment and utter confusion,”… You gonna explain what’s going on in that strange head of yours orr…?”
A small smile curled onto his lips as his amber eyes swirled with affection and warmth,” Your skin is very soft… I like it.” He complimented bluntly, his thumbs caressing your cheeks to further emphasise his point.
You were silent for a long moment before furrowing your brows,” I-I… thank you??”
“No problem.”
Prompt : ̗̀➛Welt using [Name]'s lap as a pillow.
It had been a long day seemingly, and Welt felt as though he just wanted to collapse into a black hole.
Maybe even one of his own.
March was a lovely girl but her social personality was tiring… and she clashes too much with Dan Heng. It was like babysitting rowdy siblings.
When he had made it into the Astral Express with an exhausted cloud hanging over him, you noticed it almost immediately. You could pick it out from a crowd of people.
When he saw you his tired gaze seem to soften a little, an ounce of tenderness within them,”… We are never having kids.”
You let out a laugh as he made his way over to you, his head hanging ever so slightly,” Guessing the youngsters were a little too much for you?” You cooed out gently, watching his stiff movements with pity,” oh, dear… surely they weren’t that bad?”
“No, no… they were that bad.” He corrected as he sat down next to her huffing slightly,” I feel drained.”
“Hmm… thats the joy of children.” You teased lightly, gazing softly into his honey-coloured eyes as you pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose for him,” Do you want to sleep in my room for a while?”
“…” He watched her, studying your expression and feeling his admiration and love for you slowly consuming him.
Perhaps his exhaustive state was affecting his ability to think logically.
Or maybe that’s just what he wanted to beleive -
But when he found himself moving to lay his head in your lap, he felt as though nothing else in the world mattered to him except for how you make him feel.
You blinked in surprise for a moment at his actions, your hands frozen in the air before you slowly began to card your fingers through his hair. Smiling down at him in amusement you raised a brow,” Is my lap comfortable, love?”
“Well… I’m not uncomfortable.” He answered ambiguously, closing his weary eyes.
I chuckled lightly at that response, continuing to scratch at his scalp gently with my comforting fingers. He hummed in approval,” That’s nice…”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm…”
I sighed a little,” You can’t fall asleep on my lap, Welt.”
“ I disagree… I think this is a perfectly optimal place for me to rest.”
“My legs will die.”
“… a small price to pay.”
Sighing once more, a weak smile curled onto your lips as you took his glasses off for him, setting them to the side,” Alright, alright… Sweet dreams, love.”
There was a small curve to his lips at these words as he began to drift off.
Prompt : ̗̀➛Sampo teaching [Name] how to kiss
“Oh~? Well if it isn’t one of my dearest friends! [name], what brings you to the underground, huh?” Sampo cooed out with his usual easy-going smile on his lips, the sight of you filling his heart with genuine joy.
You blink up at him blankly before humming,” I came to speak with you, actually.” You answered honestly, arms crossing over his chest.
His placed a hand where his heart would be, a fake-shocked look on his face,” Moi?? Why, what a wonderful surprise!” He leaned down a little so he was looking eye-to-eye with you,” My heart swoons at the fact you think about me, doll! How endearing of you~”
You click your tongue, eyes narrowing up at him,” Don’t get too cocky, moron. I came down to make a purchase, not to see you personally.”
He ignored the disappointment he felt as he deflated slightly,” Ehhh? A purchase?” He repeated, raising an eyebrow,” I’m afraid I don;t have many valuable relics in stock at the moment—“
“I want to buy… a-advice.”
“Ehhhhh??” He was even more confused,” I understand I’m a veteran in this business and everything, but you don’t need to buy advice from me, doll. I can just give it to ya.”
You frowned a little at his response and just decided to rip the bandage off, eyebrows furrowing in determination,” Sampo… I want advice on how to kiss somebody.” You stated bluntly and full of purpose.
His eyebrows raised at that answer…’ Who is she prepping to kiss, I wonder?… lucky guy/girl.’ His heart felt like it was breaking.
“Huh? Why do you need to learn a skill like that?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively,” You planning on fooling around with someone, [name]? How scandalous—“
“No.” You interrupted instantly, bitting your lip to keep yourself from spilling information.
“What makes you think I would be good at kissing?”
“…. Do I really have to answe that?…”
“Yes, please.”
“No… you’d have to pay me if you want to hear that kind of praise from me.”
“Hmmm… I dunno…”
Her eyebrows furrowed,”… I will pay you handsomely if you teach me.”
He bursts into laughter as he pet her head affectionately before stopping himself,” There’s no need to pay me, doll, really!” Then he gave her a cocky smirk,” A chance to kiss you is payment enough~!”
You waved your hand dismissively,” Yeah, yeah, whatever you want… now teach me.” You seemed fairly eager.
Sampo is utterly amused at this, he shakes his head and gives an amused sigh. “Oh, this should be fun.” He says, his smirk turns into a smile. “Okay, come here. Let me show you.” He says and he pulls you close.
He puts his hand behind your head and he kisses you gently. Not too soft, and not too aggressive. You lean into the kiss almost immediately, shutting your eyes as you basked in the feeling of his lips against yours.
Sampo pulls away after a few moments and he’s blushing hard, his eyes locked on yours. “See? How’s that for a lesson?” He asks, his breath a little heavy but he smirks like he’s already planning something to do to you next. He was completely mesmerised by you.
“Hmm… I think I need another demonstration, I didn’t quite understand…” You mumbled, eyelashed fluttering up at him innocently.
Surprised and very eager at this response, he raised a brow and smirks. “You’re asking for more?” He asks. He shakes his head. “Okay then, have it your way..” he says and he pulls you in again. He kisses you a bit harder this time, his arm coming around you.
“Mphm!…” you were surprised by how much more aggressive this kiss was but you were able to adapt to it instantly, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck to pull him closer to you as you took complete control over the kiss.
Sampo is caught off guard by this, his eyes widening in surprise but he keeps kissing you, matching your intensity. One of his hands grabs your waist, the other hand running through your hair. He’s enjoying every second of this. “Mmm…” he says, between kisses.
Then, you pulled away, breathing heavily as you stared up at him with a hazy look in your eyes,” How was that?…”
Sampo’s chest is heaving, his heart is racing. He looks down at you, a big grin on his face. “I think that was perfect,” he says and his breath is shaky. “You’re a natural..” he adds with a smile, his eyes glowing,” In fact… I think you could teach me a few things… how about another try?”
“Sound good.”
Prompt : ̗̀➛[Name] catches a cold so Gepard makes sure all her needs are met like an overbearing mother.
A groan left your lips as you stared up at your ceiling hazily, your nose felt entirely blocked and your face was burning hot.
You were definitely sick. From what? You do not know.
But what you are aware of us how much of an overbearing boyfriend Gepard can be when you're sick like this.
You watched in amusement as he ran around your shared bedroom like a headless chicken, fixing the pillows beneath your head for about the hundredth time that day.
"Gepard... The damn pillows are fine, leave 'em alone." You mumbled, your voice was hoarse and scratchy. You just didn't sound well at all.
Gepard pauses in the middle of fluffing up your pillows to peer down at you for a moment," do you have to be so cranky whenever you get sick?" He rolls his eyes goodnaturedly, but in spite of that, he was still fussing over you, pulling the throw blanket over you and turning the humidifier to full blast.
"I'm only cranky when you start acting like my mom. I've already got one, I don't need two." You watched as he opened the window to let fresh air into the room, and you would be lying if you said it didn't feel nice to have cool breeze hitting your face.
Your response makes his cheeks puff out in kick annoyance, letting out a dramatic sigh," so your mother is the only one who is allowed to care for you?" He settles himself into the comfy rocking chair next to your bed as he looked over you with a tender smile on his lips," I bet you're not even aware of how cute you look while you're sick." He observes.
You huffed, letting out your millionth sniffle that day," yeah, yeah... Only you would find me cute with snot running from my nose." You teased, still finding his compliments charming however.
He smirks and makes a clicking noise at you in response," I think your snotty nose and feverish flush brings out your eyes." There's that charm of his again before his smirk settled into a warm smile," how do you feel, anyway?" There was worry lacing his words.
He reminded you of a cute dog... His caring loyal attitude never ceases to make you fall in love with him even more.
Smiling up at him, you raise a brow," I feel like shit," you stated bluntly before your eyes softened," but you're making the experience more bearable."
Gepard chuckles and strokes through your hair, ruffled up in a way that was adorable to his eyes." I'm sorry you feel so awful." He murmurs," are you hungry?" He asks.
"no... I'm good for now," you looked down at the swathes of blankets covering you and opened them up, patting the spot next to you encouragingly," I think taking a nap with my wonderful boyfriend would instantly cure my fever." You grinned up at him innocently.
Gepard blushed, your expression and the invitation being far too inviting for him to resist," Of course..." He murmurs as he slowly, but carefully climbs up on the bed before nestling against you until he's under the covers.
His arms are wrapped around your body and he's pressed all the way up against you, like your very own heated pillow," is that all better for now?"
Instantly leaning into him warm and comforting touch, you nodded with a peaceful smile on your lips as you buried your face into his chest,” for sure…” you hummed out, already feeling yourself getting sleepy. Your arms wrap around his waist comfortably as you sigh in his smell of cinnamon,” Thank you… for taking care of me.”
Gepard holds back a groan of pleasure as you tuck yourself so close against him, your warm body just that much more appealing with your feverish flush. The moment your head rests against his chest, his arms instantly tighten around you, and he's holding himself perfectly still. He's not letting you go.
He kisses behind your ear, the tender gesture causing him to blush. "It's nothing," He hums, nuzzling into your neck. "It's my duty."
“I suppose it is,” you giggled out, leaning into the tender kisses he was giving you,” You’re like a knight in shining armour…” you hummed sleepily.
His fingers are gently stroking through your hair, the caress almost enough to lull you to sleep. The tender kisses he's pressing into your neck help, but not nearly as much as the loving expression on his face, one that's a picture of pure content. He nuzzles into you, as if to mark you as his, but mostly because he doesn't want anything separating the two of you.
"And you are my damsel," He whispers.
“Your princess,”you reiterated, blinking up at him tiredly.
"My princess." He echoes.
Gepard's arms are as warm and as comforting as they are tight around you. Your head is pressed right against his chest, his voice just an ear-hugging whisper in your ear.
"My precious and beloved princess." He purrs gently.
You slowly drifted off to sleep at his words, his warm and soft voice lulling you to sleep like the lullaby of a siren.
or maybe it was the fever that made you so sleepy.
Gepard holds you against him, nuzzling into your shoulder as he's content to watch over your peaceful sleep.
His fingers trace circles into your hair, and the warmth of his body, especially as the blankets he's pulling up to you trap the heat, are just perfect for helping you recover comfortably.
All this fuss over a simple cold. He'll make sure you're treated like royalty.
Prompt : ̗̀➛Dan Heng doesn't like talking on the phone, but [Name] always calls him instead of texting. [Name] admits that it's because she wants to hear Dan Heng's voice.
Den Heng let out a sigh the second his phone started ringing, he almost immediately knew who it was.
Nobody else called him. Not even March!
Why did you have to be different?
Dan Heng answered his phone with a sigh,"Yes, [name]? What is it?"
There was silence before your light voice graced his ears," Hey there~! Long time no talk, buddy." God, he could hear the shit eating grin in your voice.
That stupid grin.
That stupidly charming grin.
"... I hate you, you know that?" Dan Heng murmured and shook his head with frustration as he rubbed his eyes,"What is it you need now? Money? Food? What have you done this time? Are you in trouble again?" He hissed quietly.
"You don't hate me! Den Heng, where are your manners?" You gasped out, acting as though you were offended by his words when you were only growing more amused.
This is usually how your interactions went. You being irritating and him being irritable. Himeko and Welt can't count how many times you both have had your little spouts.
You were like a married couple, honestly. Disgustingly cute.
"And I don't need any of those things! I'm on the straight and narrow," But then you paused then there was a chuckle," For now."
A small smile spread on Dan Heng's face as he heard your laughter. Thank god he wasn't talking to you in person he'd look like an idiot.
"... you're certainly not on the straight and narrow if you're telling me 'for now'..." He leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow, "So what is it you need, then, if it's not money, food, or my help when you've definitely gotten yourself into trouble again?" He asked.
"Welllll..." you dragged your words out, almost as though you were delaying something. But then there was a click of your tongue and-," I just like hearing your voice. Is that so bad?"
You said this so casually. Like it wasn't meant to make Dan Heng have a heart attack.
Dan Heng hesitated and coughed awkwardly as he was taken aback by the sudden shift in what he thought to be a light exchange between him and you. He put his phone close to his ear, his eyes wide with surprise.
“... I-I don’t know what to say.” He said honestly but then he deadpanned,“I was about to tell you that you’re a brat to tease, but I had no idea this was going in this direction.”
"I'm not a brat, am I?" You chuckled out, there was a somberness to your tone," I dunno, you're just easy to talk to."
He heard your clothing shuffle, you must have shrugged.
"But I can tell I'm annoying you, so if you want I can just start messaging from now o-"
Dan Heng was quick to interrupt.
“No, no, it’s fine,” Dan Heng said quickly, waving his hand in front of him as if he could see you through the phone.
“You call me whenever you want to talk. It’s just— your timing—” He ran his hand through his hair again,“I thought this was going to be another prank call.”
He heard silence and then your breathy chuckle," You're so cute when you're flustered, Dan Heng." You hummed out teasingly.
Dan Heng’s face turned a bright shade of red and his cheeks warmed in a way only you had ever managed to achieve for him.
He couldn’t find the words to respond and sat there for a moment until he let out a quiet sigh.
“I wish you weren’t so… so… so…” He said, looking around his room as if to search for a synonym. He sighed again and gave up.
“I take it back... you're annoying.”
"Cute."
He heard the creaking of a chair," I'd like to take you out to dinner." You admitted rather bluntly, though there was a gentle tone to your voice.
"If you'd let me," you then added on as an after-thought.
Dan Heng’s face turned a deeper shade of red and his jaw dropped from sheer surprise.
“…W-what?” He asked you, and for someone who wasn’t known for stuttering, he was doing a whole lot of it.
Once or twice you'd joked to him about it, but in all honesty, there were so many times he wanted to ask you out but never did.
“I-… I would love to go to dinner with you." I said. But then realisation struck him and he cleared his throat," But..." He trailed off.
"Buuuut?...." You repeated, sounding a little nervous.
He frowned at himself for making you anxious,“There’s always ‘buts’ with me, it’s never just a clean cut ‘yes’.”
He looked up at the ceiling and let his head drop back down, growing more emotionally exhausted by the second, “In my defense, ‘you’ and ‘me dating’ are things that have never went together in the same sentence in my head.”
"Dan Heng! So mean." You whined out but you began laughing afterwards," You sure about that, though?" There was a teasing lilt to your voice," I see you and I together a lot.
“Well—” Dan Heng paused briefly and cleared his throat, his eyebrows furrowed cutely. Was he really about to confess this to you? Over the phone at that as well.
“…I have actually imagined a few times…”
He looked up at the ceiling again, his expression turning slightly red and he shut his eyes tightly, cringing at his own words.
“…it’s nothing I can say I ever thought would happen for real. But here we are…”
"Ah, I see..." you sounded almost touched,"... Well, how do you feel?" You asked, genuinely wanting him to express himself.
“How do I feel—?” The question caught Dan Heng off guard. As if he had a lot of thoughts going through his head at once.
“I-I feel—”
He was silent, trying to find the words. He couldn’t find the right words.
“I’ll be honest,” He said quietly, staring at nothing as he held his phone to his ear, “I feel a little scared.”
"Yeah?" She breathed out.
"Yeah," He repeated in the same tone,"...If you and I actually… you know… went on a date..." Dan Heng cleared his throat again, and again, trying to find the words," And you started to know more about me… who I truly am... will you still look at me the way you do now?"
He paused.
"Will you still like me? Or will you end up being disappointed?" He finally spoke in a whisper.
"I... I don't think I could ever be disappointed," you admitted genuinely, a gentle smile to your voice," I know you're closed off for your own reasons... but that makes me more drawn to you."
You sounded so enamoured. Affectionate. He's never heard you speak like this before.
"I want to shoulder your burdens alongside you," you stated simply," No matter what those burdens are. I need to make the weight holding you down lighter... that's my genuine feelings."
“…” In all his years of knowing you, he never thought he’d hear those words in your lifetimes.
The silence grew before Dan Heng spoke again, his voice still a soft whisper but now one of resolve and strength.
“...Okay then.” A small smile twitched onto his lips," Message me the details when you have it figured out."
"Nah, I'll just call you." You confirmed with a clear sound of giddiness within your voice.
Den Heng finally let a soft breathy laugh fall from his lips, his resolve evidently broken,"... I know you will."
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New Tank Top | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader
Summary: Kylian is feeling quite a bit possessive after you show off your new tank top at one of his matches.
Warnings: Filthy smut. Minors stay far away from this, I'm begging. Reader has big boobs! Posessive!Kylian, slight dom!Kylian, teasing, hickeys, titty fucking, dick sucking, nipple play, light choking, cussing, let me know if I missed anything! — English is not my first language —
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Kylian was truly obsessed with your boobs.
Like a lot of things, having an above average rack was a blessing and a curse. When you first met Kylian, you were worried that he only wanted to get you naked, seeing that you’d catch him taking a peek at your cleavage an embarrassing amount of times.
Ultimately for him, he fell for you hard… and your boobs were just a giant perk of having you all to himself. There wasn’t any doubt he was a boob man. He considered them built in pillows and would take long naps on them, sometimes even leaving drool on your T-shirt — something you found very gross yet endearing. When that time came around, he was always eager to get the twins out, latching onto one of them while his hand gave the other the attention it deserves.
But much like you, he also considered them a blessing and a curse.
Kylian is protective by nature, always keeping a tight arm around your waist to let all the other men know you were spoken for. He saw their lowering stares and wanted to punch them in their stupid faces. The worst was scrolling through social media. He remembered when you two first announced your relationship how many comments were talking about just your boobs. Some of them were really nasty; raunchy to the point where he had to stop himself from retaliating and fighting over Instagram comments with some random fourteen year old in Cheshire.
You never felt smothered by his actions because you knew he trusted you, it was just his way of showing love. He never told you what to wear or made you feel objectified. Besides, men are pigs — and by and large, they all respect Kylian Mbappé. If they wouldn’t respect you, they sure as hell would respect your boyfriend. That was your perk.
“Kylian, no!” You giggled, voices bouncing around the walls of some random equipment room Kylian had dragged you into in Parc des Princes. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
Kylian definitely just left a hickey, feeling him sucking on the side of your neck like he wanted to draw blood. He didn't even plan this attack on you, but he took one single look at you – decked out in PSG attire, his number proudly displayed on the front of your tank top – and this random, spur of the moment make out session before a match came to fruition.
Kylian lowers his kisses, trailing down to your cleavage, leaving softer and deeper kisses there, nibbling at your skin whenever he felt like it. His fingers tugged the bottom of your shirt down, revealing more and more of what he wanted to see. The lacy fringe from your black bra made him blow out a breath involuntarily, giving your skin goosebumps with the light breeze.
“Earth to Kylian?” You slurred, trying to keep your composure as best you could seeing that he needed to walk out on the pitch in, like, five minutes. He just continues his trail, sucking yet another love bite. “Hey.” You tusk, pushing his shoulder back slightly.
Kylian stands up straight, eyes so hooded and dark that it makes you laugh. God, this man was so easy to read. “Hm?” He hums obliviously, digging his fingers into your waist.
“We don’t have time. You gotta get out there.”
Kylian just bites his lip, eyes dipping back to your impressive chest, continuing to tug at your shirt. He groans. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He flickered his eyes up and down, but this only made his hungry lips stop for a second or two. Your gravity was too strong. It was like he forgot anything about a match when his lips landed on yours again, open and wet, taking the plump of your lower lips between his teeth with a quiet but throaty moan.
How could you resist the way he devoured you? Slow but desperate, needy like he had never seen a pair of tits before. His fingers traveled from your hips to the under of your boobs, massaging his fingers delicately as they began to let them explore further. He took his lips from yours and dipped his face inside the crook of your two boobs, letting his tongue graze your skin freely. You giggled at his lack of self-control, something out of character for him. It wasn’t until you felt the sting of his teeth on the apex of your tit that you pushed him back.
“Kylian!” You shake your head and playfully slap his shoulder.
His overdramatic ass held the spot, hissing. “Ay! Why’d you do that?”
“I’m sitting with your mom and now I’m covered in hickeys.”
He laughed a little, but stopped when he saw your face was slightly serious past the wall of infatuation. He cleared his throat, tugging your shirt up high enough to cover one of them, then quirking his eyebrow at the one on your neck.
“Do you have a scarf?” He grins. You slap his arm again. “Ow! Okay, okay! I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself. It’s this damn top.” He gestures, hugging your hips.
“Oh, it’s my shirt's fault now, is it?” He always made you smile, even if you were about to embarrass yourself in front of his mother.
The top was new… you bought it off some small business and it finally came in. A little smaller than you expected, a little more revealing for sure, but it paired nicely with the scorching summer weather. Plus, Kylian was clearly a fan.
He kissed you deeply once more, running his hands over the top of your ass, fingers stretching downward to give you a wanting squeeze.
"Later." You mumble against his lips, dragging your body away from his cage, having to push him with a laugh when he tries to hold you harder. "Good luck today. I love you."
"Love you too." He watched you intently as you left, blowing him a rushed air kiss. He sighed, looking down at his slightly tighter shorts. With a tusk, he threw his hands down. "Well, shit."
The game was tough to concentrate on and his eyes frequently wandered up the stands to the place he knew you were. You were almost just a speck but even just the sliver of the sight of you made his brain goo up, forcing himself to snap out of it and focus on the ball rolling around the grass an embarrassing amount of times.
You sat the entire game with your hand casually around your neck, thanking the soccer gods that the game was over in just thirty seconds. The concealer in your purse helped, but the hyper-awareness of the mark around his parents was too strong. The whistle blew loudly and everyone cheered for the home team.
With a big breath, you went over to Kylian parents to say your goodbyes. You hoped you didn’t seem rude by keeping your distance from them this evening, but even though you and Ky are both grown adults and they most likely know you do stuff, it still seems disrespectful to flaunt around the bruise that their son sucked onto your skin like an animal.
You leaned in and kissed Fayza and Wilfried while using your phone to cover the wine colored spot on your neck as best you could. “We need to plan something soon!” You cheered, your phone chiming over and over again.
Wilfried nods, smiling widely. “Oh, please. I’ll make some of that chicken you liked last time”
Buzz. Buzz.
You ignore it.
“Yes! That’d be great.”
Your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing, distracting the painfully awkward goodbye.
“Do you need to get that?” Fayza giggled after the tenth notification. You knew who it was. Who else would it be but your horny boyfriend with nothing on his mind but your tits, high off his teams’ win against Lens.
You nod and laugh it off. “Yeah, I probably should. My, uh… friend is looking for me.” Clearly a lie. You were never too good at fibbing – not that it ever stopped you from trying when the truth was more damning. You wave a final goodbye and weave through crowds of people while simultaneously trying to keep up with all the messages that flooded your cell, saying quick ‘sorry’s and ‘excuse me’s while shuffling past the masses.
Ky: Get down here right now
Ky: Couldn’t stop thinking about you, amour.
Ky: I’ll come find you if I have to. I need you so bad.
Ky: I think I deserve a victory prize
Ky: That tank top is my new favorite thing you own. So fucking hot.
You shook your head with a suppressed chuckle and a clear ache forming in your lower stomach until finally, you made it to the entrance surrounded by security, showing them your badge and a smile. The desperation in your step must’ve looked silly as you searched for his face in every person that came into your line of vision in the significantly less crowded area, hoping to see his familiar lust filled eyes.
You: Outside the locker rooms
It couldn't have even been thirty seconds after you message him that he walked out, letting the door shut behind the celebratory cheers of his teammates, eyes dead set on yours – no shirt, very low hanging shorts, sweat still glistening on his skin from an intense ninety minutes and harsh lights of the hallway.
You slowly blink through your sultry stare, feeding on the muscles contracting under his skin with every step he took. “Congratul-”
He didn’t care for your congratulations or whatever you were about to say, he took your waist and planted a kiss on your lips – one that soldiers give their wives after coming home from war. One that swept you off your feet, letting the strength of his tired arms hold you up, resisting the urge to kick up your foot while your arms draped around his neck.
He pulled back with the most blown out pupils you’d seen him have in a while.
Jesus, this Etsy shop is getting five stars and a novel-long review.
You breathe in deep and remember there are quite a few people lingering around – people with cameras and you’re not really sure how well either of you are hiding your needs right now. Kylian definitely wasn’t. You felt it poking the inside of your thigh.
“Come on.” He grumbled, running his tongue over his teeth behind his lopsided smirk, eyes flicking between your eyes and lips like he was malfunctioning.
With a firm hand on the small of your back, he leads you down the hallway to a lesser populated area. He stopped abruptly by the mens bathroom and looked around for any witnesses before pushing his back against the door, dragging you with him in with his tight grip on you.
“Really? The men's bathroom?” You question, watching him lock the door as you sauntered over to the huge sinks, taking a look at yourself in the mirror.
He smirks so devilishly when he comes up behind you, slow and taunting, shamelessly undressing you with his stare all while ignoring your question. He didn’t even hear it, completely unable to multitask at the moment. “Stop gawking.” You demand shyly as you watch his reflection get closer and closer to your backside.
He cocks his head. “Am I gawking?”
“Completely.”
You breathe in when his front hits your back and his hand finds your exposed thigh. The gentlest touch – barely grazing his way up and up with the pads of his fingers, feeling every goosebump he’s formed along the way. His hand reaches your hip, pulling you into his body desperately and roughly, a complete 180 from just a single second ago, his jagged breathing tickling your ear.
“I think I’m allowed to gawk at my girlfriend.” He decides, watching your eyes blink slowly as you observe him in the reflection. His eyes dip down over your shoulder, getting the view he so desperately wanted, his hands unstoppable as they tug the material of your shirt down from the bottom hem, revealing your cleavage more and more. “Where’d you get this shirt, hm?”
You try and gulp subtly, but the twitch in his crooked smile lets you know it didn't go unnoticed. “Why do you need to know?”
“So I know where to get you another when I rip this one off of you.” He finally plants a kiss to your skin, right where your shoulder meets that strap of the tank top. He bites the strap and tugs at it, letting it snap back onto your skin. You shudder at the feeling and he laughs menacingly at your reaction. The vibrations from his chest go straight to your aching chore, so sensitive to every touch and sensation.
You turn around and face him, tits now squished against his shirtless figure, clearly sending his brain into overdrive as he lowers his face until his lips meet the tops of your boobs with a wet tongue. He tugs the shirt down and down, mouth closely following the skin as it’s revealed until the material is bunched up under your bra, surely stretching out the straps irreversibly – but fuck, who cares. He had his nose buried comfortably between your cleavage, making you throw your head back as his hands found your ass. He gives you a good squeeze before lifting you up onto the countertop, pulling back only to look at how his spit glistened on the mounds.
He was hypnotized by the shimmer, almost drooling at the sight as he mumbles a french curse word you didn’t really hear. You grab the hem of his shorts, pulling him even closer than before and letting the material snap back onto his skin with a vengeful giggle.
He shakes his head and tusks threateningly. “Why are you being bad?” His voice is so low.
“Bad?” You smirk, running a finger all the way down his jaw, down his jugular, his chest, until you hook it back on his shorts. You look for his reaction before letting it snap back again. He breathes in through his mouth, jaw slightly unhinged with lack of control. “What if I feel like being bad?” You taunt in a whisper sensually, provoking your overly aroused boyfriend, watching his eyes turn completely black, lust blown and taking in every image of you.
“You’re asking for it.” He warns – and it was a warning. A chilling one. His fingers dug harshly into your waist. The material of your jean shorts were certain to leave a pattern in the shape of his long and strong digits.
You take a second to really contemplate, or at least pretend to – narrowing your eyes at him and biting your lip as your gaze traced his collarbones. Your hands still rested on his shorts and you peeked between your bodies to see the tent he had pitched. Fuck. You slowly grazed your calf on his before digging your fingers right back under the hem, staring into his dangerous eyes, knowing you were done for when you let it snap once more, much harsher than the last time.
You couldn’t stop the smile that made its way to your face as he turned dark at your blatant disobedience. He shakes his head, looking at you in a way that turned you on and frightened you all at once.
He was about to say something and you were dying to hear it; faces only inches away as you both breathed jaggedly, hands ready to roam and feel – but the door was trying to be opened on the other side.
You both whipped your heads in the direction, thankful that Kylian had locked it. “Shh. Ignore it.” He whispers, but then someone knocks.
“Kylian?” You both hear from the outside.
“Merde.” He huffs, severely disappointed with closed eyes, helping you off the counter. “It’s coach.”
“Oh my god, what?” You whisper. “What do I do?”
He ushered you to the big stall as the knocking continued. “One second!” He calls, closing the door on you as he hurries to get rid of Glatier.
You can hear them from the stall, back leaned against the wall as you fixed your exposed bra in case you were busted.
“Hi, coach.” You hear Kylian greet his superior.
“Kylian… what are you doing?” Glatier’s laugh sounds uneasy.
“I just… needed some alone time…” The way he said it makes you want to slap your hand on your forehead. You hoped he hid his little problem in his waistband, or something, or else Glatier will think that he was jerking off in here. Not that the truth was any better… “You need something?”
Glatier takes a second. “No, I was just wondering where you were and someone said they saw you come down this way. Your parents were waiting for you out there – oh! Hi, Wilfried. I found him.”
No. Fucking. Way.
“Your mother and I have been texting you, Kyky.” His dad laughs and you hear him pat him on the shoulder.
Kylian chuckles… very uncomfortably. “Oh, sorry, papa. I was just coming back.”
“Where’d (Y/N) run off to? She left in a rush, have you seen her?”
“Oh… uh… no?” God, he sucks at this. “She’s meeting us by the locker rooms in a couple minutes, I’m sure. Let’s go there now.”
You hear the door close and make sure the silence meant you were truly alone before trepidatiously stepping out of the stall. You need to splash some water on your face. It was hot in this bathroom after the events that just took place. You ran your hand under the cool water and pressed a cold, wet palm to your neck, hoping your blushing would subside with the change of temperature. With another quick look-over and adjusting your tank top over the bruised up mark, you decide you look just fine.
You open the door and immediately bump chests with someone. “Oh, sorry.” You mumble with an awkward laugh.
The man about your age quirks an eyebrow. “You know this is the mens room, right?”
You nod. “Ha, yeah. The urinals gave it away. Sorry.” You step around him and try to continue to walk down the hallway.
“Wait!” You hear the man yell. You turn as he approaches you again. “What’s your name?” The miniscule flicker of his eyes peeking at your cleavage made your skin crawl. Instinctively, you cross your arms over your chest.
You look back and spot Kylian talking with his parents down the hall, a clean shirt now covering his once exposed torso. “Um. (Y/N).” You begin walking away again, but he turns you around with a touch on your arm and you shrug his hand off with a face that screamed ‘not interested’.
The hint was not received.
“I’m Luca. And you are beautiful.” He smiles, the beer on his breath now evident.
You purse your lips. “Thanks… okay, bye.” You turn once more, only to be stopped once more.
“You’re sassy, aren’t you?” He chuckles, taking out his phone. “Let me get your Instagram.”
You shake your head. “I have a boyfriend.”
He persists. “It’s just Instagram.”
“Sorry, but no.” You really tried walking away this time and kept walking even though he called out to you again by name.
He grabs your arm once again as he stands in front of you now, still smiling cheekily. “I can play hard-to-get. I like games. ” You try to shake off his grasp but he insists until you physically take his hand off of your forearm.
“I’m not playing any games, dude.” You say while he now shamelessly looks down your top. You roll your eyes and grimace, feeling a gross shiver come up your spine as you, once more, try to get away from him.
Kylian is walking toward you with an angry step, his expression just as furious. You could hear the guy still walking behind you as Kylian gets closer, his eyes locked behind you where you’re sure Luca was on the receiving end of a frightening death glare. Kylian wraps a secure arm around your waist and pushes you to stand behind him. You felt like a toddler hiding behind their mommy, peering around your boyfriends bulky frame to see Luca starstruck to be in the presence of someone like Kylian.
“Ah, man!” He shouts excitedly. “Fuckin’ Mpabbé’s your boyfriend?” He asks you as if this was a monumental moment of realization for him. Kylian steps up to the guy who still hadn't realized the fury radiating from his body.
You tugged Kylians hand and looked toward his parents who were now looking in your direction, concerned by the looks of it. “Come on, Ky. I’m fine. Let it go. Please.”
You could tell the second Luca realized that he had severely angered this professional athlete and he was absolutely no match against your man. He gulped and backed up. “My bad, man,” was all he said as he backtracked down the hallway, not even using the bathroom like you’re certain he intended to.
Kylian watched him disappear behind some double doors before he even turned to you, squeezing your hand in his, pulling you close and kissing your hairline. You were almost mad at him for causing a scene but much too relieved that he came to save you to say anything. Fayza and Wilfried looked a little angry themselves as they chatted about the ordeal with disapproving shakes of the head. You couldn’t hear them but what else could it be, right?
“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” Kylian stated, taking a couple of breaths as you approached his family, humiliated by what they had to witness.
“Are you okay, dear?” Fayza asks with a comforting hand on your arm.
You wave it off. “Yeah, no, I'm fine.”
“Good, good.” She looks at you with a remorseful and motherly stare. You hated that kind of pitiful attention, especially from Kylians parents.
“Anyway…” You chuckle trying to diffuse the palpable tension, “great game, Ky.”
He squeezes your hand once more and smiles tensely, the obvious feelings of jealousy still simmering at the surface. “Thank you.”
His mom rubbed his back, noticing his stiff demeanor after the situation. “Go home and relax, mon amour.” She says to him tenderly.
“I wish.” He huffs, hand still tangled in yours. “We have to stay here for a few more hours. The club owners are coming by with friends, or something.”
You frowned. “I was going to make us some dinner tonight.” You weren’t. But, you squeezed his hand and made him look at you – your needy eyes, desperate to finish what you’d started.
His lip twitches, reading your intentions clearly. “I’ll still eat. Wait for me.”
A certain habit you had that Kylian didn’t care for was taking care of yourself when he was too busy. Impatience wasn’t something you could always help, especially when it meant sitting alone with dirty thoughts about your boyfriend overtaking you – all of you.
“Don’t keep her waiting too long, Kylian.” His mom tusks. “Poor girl, must be starving.”
“Yeah, Ky.” You smirk and look up at him with those damn eyes he can’t resist. “I’m starving.”
His parents left after the traffic had died down and you weren’t far behind them, much to Kylians dismay. He was able to corner you for a quick and handsy make out session for only a few minutes until you were caught by Marquinhos and Ramos. They whooped and hollered as you blushed furiously, covering your face as Kylian shooed them away and doing his best to cover you, but a proud little smirk found its way onto his face. He disputed you when you said you’d wait for him at home, wanting you to stay so badly – but you kissed him goodbye and left with a wink, squeezing your chest together as you walked out.
You were like a virus. A fucking vixen, or something. The power you held over him was unspoken, but you were both aware that you knew ways to drive him absolutely crazy.
In the absence of you, his thoughts were reduced to filthy scenarios of when he finally got home. He was so bored just sitting there, watching the club owners and their old friends sit around a table, completely uninterested in the team's presence. No one understood why they still had to be there, but couldn’t disobey Glatier’s request – order – for all of them to stick around until the owners & friends decided to go home.
Kylian scrolled endlessly on his phone, jumping from app to app trying to entertain himself as best he could. He had scrolled so far on Instagrams 'recommended posts’ feed that his thumb was getting sore. He came across a picture from today's match that made him smile. It was you in the stands with his mom, laughing with her about something. He wished he knew what it was, but felt warm at the idea that you and her had little moments like that when he wasn’t around.
@kylianfanpage: (Y/N) and Fayza at today's home match against Lens.
He clicked the share button and sent you the post… but quickly wished he didn’t.
He should have skimmed the comments first and felt stupid for not even thinking about that. Comment sections are the fucking worst. He scrolled through the hundred or so responses with a pit in his stomach, grimacing at every objectifying comment from these people who didn’t know you. His mind couldn’t stop itself from going astray, wondering if those guys thought about you in ways they shouldn’t. You – his girl – in their dirty fucking fantasies.
You: Lmao the comments… looks like this top is a crowd pleaser
He stared at your message enraged that you weren’t more pissed off about them.
Ky: It’s not funny.
Ky: They shouldn’t talk about you like that.
Ky: They know you’re mine.
You leaned against the kitchen counter with your thumbnail taken between your teeth as Kylian continued his possessive outburst. It wasn’t necessarily a humorous situation – all these people looking at you as just a pair of tits – but, sadly, you were kind of used to it. Eventually, you realize that their comments only matter if you let them matter. Kylian was the one who actually told you that wise advice, seemingly unable to follow his own instructions.
You let him continue ranting to himself over text while you prepared to take a picture for him. Bra poking out of the infamous shirt, high angle for his sake, pursed lips and sexy eyes – you snapped only a single selfie and sent it.
You: Just come home and fuck me already.
The other side went silent. The first time your phone had stopped buzzing since he began scrolling the comments. He was too occupied staring at this picture to have his dumb little fingers type anything at all, not that he could even come up with the right response to such a tantalizing photo. His back was pressed against the wall, phone so close to his face in case a teammate decided to look over his shoulder. His hand was covering his mouth and rubbing his chin, only able to tear his mind out of the gutter when he heard someone calling his name.
The party's end was long overdue and finally people started saying their goodbyes.
Kylian shook every hand as quickly as he could without seeming rude, but – god – he just wanted to go home to you. He wanted the daydreams that he’s formed over the past few hours to become real; to feel your skin under his. Hot, sweaty, sticky. He wanted to hear you scream out his name for all of Paris to hear so they’d know that it was him, and only him, that could make you feel that good. He wanted to draw out noises that you’d never made before and watch you unravel for him – so vulnerable and powerless against the bedsheets.
It wasn’t like him to ask the driver to speed up, but he was really fighting the urge to just take over the wheel and steer himself home like the maniac he had been reduced to. His leg bounced in the back seat as he counted every street sign until he reached the very last one before his home – the one you didn’t officially occupy, but you might as well, spending most of your days there with him. He loved coming home to someone and dreaded the days when you actually went to your place to water your plants or make sure it hadn’t burned down in your absence. The silence that waited behind his front door on those days was gloomy. He craved to hear the sweet sound of you resonating down the halls. The light patter of your socks against the hardwood or an abrupt giggle about some funny tweet, sometimes even the huff of frustration when he left his shoes in the middle of a room gave his heart an extra little beat. Just knowing your lives were intertwined with the most trivial little daily things that added up was enough to make his affections swell.
He loved you tenderly, but tonight was not one for delicate sentiments. No. He needed you just as you needed him; raw and rough. The both of you craved each other like animals in heat after having to scrounge every ounce of self control and patience. The way he looked at you, the way you looked at him. It was so exciting. Above all, he needed to prove that you were his. Prove it to who? Fucking everyone. Anyone who ever laid eyes on you and thought they had even a sliver of a chance could go to hell because it would only ever be him.
You heard the front door slam. You heard his footsteps approaching the kitchen. Yet, you didn’t make any moves to give him too much attention. With a glass of red wine in hand, you leaned back on the counter – some random playlist refusing to let the silence build any more sexual tension.
You smirk as he approaches you, stopping to eye you up and down. “You changed.”
You looked down at your new outfit: A pair of cotton shorts and a large hoodie. “I did.” You reach for another stemmed glass and pour him some of the same wine. Sauntering over to him, you hand him the glass, clicking it together with yours before taking another sip, never breaking eye contact. He doesn’t drink his, instead drinking you in completely.
Kylian takes the glass out of your hand and sets both of them inside the sink. “Do you think I’m waiting any longer to fuck you?” His words and glare tighten your tummy.
Whenever Ky got in headspaces like this, it sent you the urge to push his buttons a little bit. There was something so sexy about pissing him off just enough to get what you needed out of him. He was the gentle type – a bit goofy at times, and you adored that about him. But then these nights come around and it makes you wonder if there's a full moon in the sky causing these animalistic urges to become that much more obvious and aggressive.
“You took a really long time..” You say to him, reaching down and toying with his fingers that hung on the sides of his body. Just a minimal touch that you know he was so sensitive to right now. “I was lonely…”
He laughs dryly and takes a step forward, closing in on you as you take steps back in tandem. “Lonely?” He growls as your back hits the edge of the counter.
“Mhm.” You hum, basking in the heat that came off his body. “I almost couldn’t help myself.”
“But you did.” He watches for your confirmation, his arms trapping you between him and the marble. You make a guilty face and purse your lips, tugging at his white t-shirt with fidgety fingers. “Are you gonna answer me?” He demands to know.
You smirk. “Somehow, I found a way to control myself.” You pull his shirt closer to you. “‘Cause I knew you’d be mad if you came home and found me with my hand between my legs.” His eyes are dark when you tease a kiss on his lips, but pull away, leaving him with half lidded eyes and a lonely mouth. “I have a surprise for you, baby.” You disclose as your nails scratch at his hip bones mindlessly.
“For me?” He mumbles, but his brain clearly isn’t processing anything that well at the moment.
You nod and place a soft kiss to his open neck. Just one. Then you push him away slightly. With a teasing pace, you toy with the sweatshirt you had put over a new tank top – a white one that you didn’t necessarily mind getting sharpie on. If anything, this one was a little tighter and more revealing. You lifted the heavy sweater over your head as Kylian settled himself comfortably against the counter, watching you like prey.
His look of surprise is usually wide eyes and grand expressions, but this one was heavier in a sense. Half lidded eyes that only blink slower, ravaging you completely, almost predatory in a way that excites you. What have you gotten yourself into?
You had written in big bold letters across your chest: For Kylian Mbappé only.
He sucked air in through his teeth before biting his lip harshly, grabby hands finding your waist to pull you to him. “Mon Dieu…” He breathed, dipping his head down almost immediately to attach himself to your perky nipple that showcased itself through the thin material. His hands traced the skin just under your boobs and squished them together as he alternated sides. Your head is thrown back at the feeling of his warm tongue and gentle bites, holding his head in place, right where you wanted him.
He pulls back just enough to see how the shirt had become see through with his spit, humming and running his thumbs over the harsh peaks of your marbled tits.
“Do you like it?”
He makes an instinctive noise with his throat as a response, pushing the material up. Your tits were taut as he tried to roll it upwards until they bounced out, Kylian watching so intently you physically felt his eyes on your body.
“You wanna fuck ‘em?” You tease, standing there and letting him eat you alive with his stare.
He looks up at you with a breath caught in his throat. He bites his lip. Hard. Immediately wrapping a hand around your neck and bringing you in. He didn’t even need to warm you up to his tongue as you felt it roll on the roof of your mouth. The hand that didn’t have a hold on your throat was placed on your ass to guide you, walking with him as best you could while he attached himself to you like a leech.
Desperately, you tugged his shirt off over his head, throwing it in some random direction while he stumbled your entwined bodies toward the bedroom, but stopping right by the couch in the living room. He pulled away and pushed you down onto it. You fell with a ‘hmph’, eyes wide with surprise at the sudden action while Kylian stood over you, stroking his length through his shorts.
“I can’t wait another minute, amour.” He growled as he walked to the edge of the sofa. You made quick movements of sitting up, looking at him through your lashes when your hands desperately latched to the hem of his pants and pulled them down with his boxers, taking him into your mouth with no warning. He hummed in approval, finally getting a taste of the satisfaction he’d been craving from you all day long. Your cravings were also being curved when his cock hit the back of your throat. You needed him buried inside of you – deep enough for you to see stars, rough enough that you’d be sore in the morning.
He pushed your forehead back after only a few seconds, his shaft glistening with your spit.
“Lay down.” An order you immediately followed. He straddled your chest with his dick in his hand, pumping it while the other played with your bare tits, squeezing and tugging at your nipples harshly.
He had never fucked your tits before, surprisingly enough. His obsession with them was obvious and he verbalized it to you every time he got to thinking about them. Secretly, you loved when you caught him leering at them, though you acted quite shy about it. It happened so often that you were sure he’d have asked you by now if he could get off between your boobs. He never had… but, fuck… he knew exactly how.
He toyed his tip against your perked nipples, watching intently as they rolled under his own skin, so soft and supple. It wasn’t long he did that before you pushed the girls together to give him the necessary tension he desired.
He shakes his head with a long sigh. “Tu es mon vice, putain.” You’re my fucking vice.
The way he watched his tip disappear between the flesh ws pornagraphic in itself. You wanted to see it, you really did. By the look on his face it was a hot view… but his eyebrows furrowing slightly upward… his jaw slack… his hooded eyes blinking only when necessary… you fucking love that man.
“Feels good, huh, baby?” You say in a tempting whisper, squeezing them tighter around him.
He nods as his eyes close and his head is thrown back, a sigh of pleasure wheezing out of his parted lips. His tip poked out of your cleavage, urging you to stick your tongue out and taste him. “Fuck.”
He looked down at you and quickened his pace, thrusts dragging against our skin. He harshly ripped your hands off of your own boobs, letting them fall naturally. “Spit on it, ange.”
You did.
He took over the job of squishing them together, using his thumbs to play with your sensitive nipples. The moans you squealed out with the stimulation were filthy. Just absolute music to his ears.
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his face, beads of sweat collecting and reflecting off the kitchen light you’d left on. His chiseled chest moved to the pace of his heavy breathing. The bone of his hip flexed with every thrust, and you just had to reach forward and grasp his skin because he was too good to be true.
“You’re so goddamn sexy.” The words slurred out of your lips, forcing him to look down at your bouncing body under his.
He was overtaken with pride. You were his. He wanted to give you everything and take care of you. The day hell froze over was the day another man could even conceive the possibility of a chance with you. Even the thought of that caused him to pull away and shuffle down to the other end of the couch.
He might as well have ripped your shorts off with how harshly he yanked them down, exposing you to his greedy eyes. “You’re all mine. Fuck, you’re so wet.” He attatched his fingers flat on your core, spreading your juices and focusing the pressure on your clit. The buildup of it all made you jolt at first contact, gasping as your knees instinctively shut. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “You need me that bad?”
“Mhm.” You whine.
He opened your legs back up with his large and warm palm, squeezing the fat of your thigh as he positioned his cock to your entrance, teasing both of you as he ran it through your folds.
“You think any other man can make you feel like I can?”
You shook your head, desperate for his tip to break into you. “No. Never. No one else.”
“Good girl.” He chuckled almost maliciously, slowly prodigy himself inside of you – just the tip.
Your lip was caught harshly between your teeth as you waited for him to push it in deeper, but he stayed still, your hole stretched out with his head resting inside you. He hovered over you, placing kisses to your neck and collarbone, sucking a big hickey on your skin, but you hadn’t noticed until you felt him biting. You whimper at the sting and he pulls off, soothing the spot with a lick. Your hands travel to his ass and try to pull him in to move, but he wouldn’t budge – instead moving to another part of your chest and repeating his actions.
“Ky… please, baby.”
He finished his artwork before looking up and meeting your hazy stare, a lopsided smirk telling you everything you needed to know. It told you everything you needed to tell him.
“I’m yours, Kylian.” You whisper desperately. “Only yours. No one else can have me.” You jut your hips forward, but he stayed still, cynical smile still painted across his face. “Fuck, baby, please. You make me feel so good. I need you so bad. Fuck me already, Jesus Christ... Please.” You begged shamelessly, hands still trying to push him inside which he found humorous.
He put his lips on yours seductively, kissing you like he owned you. It took you by surprise, delightfully moving your hand to his shoulders and holding him tightly.
In one movement, he dragged the entirety of his length inside your gunny walls. You gasped into the kiss when you felt the delicious draw of his girth, and all Kylian could do was smile, mouth still on yours as you both breathed into each other. The moan you let out sent chills down his spine which your nails dragged over harshly.
The feel of your boobs squished under him drove him mad – truly, it did. The contact made his brain whir, hand finding a way to grasp at one of them, all the while sucking another mark into the side of your neck, just under your jaw.
His thrusts were deep and long, the sound of skin slapping together louder than the music that neither of you could even think about focusing on right now. The consistent pace was spellbinding. The trimmed tuft of hair on his pelvis rubbed on you sweetly, knotting up your stomach in the most glorious way.
His hand left your fatty flesh and found itself around your neck, putting just enough pressure on your pulse points.
“You like that?” Kylian grumbles, never flattering in his movements. You bite your lip and place your own palm over his knuckles, nodding as best you could with his hand wrapped around your throat, clenching your walls tightly around him. “Ah, merde… bébé…”
He began going faster. Harder. You were sure he couldn’t go any quicker as his grunts became more strained. By any definition, you were getting railed. He was fucking you into the soft couch cushions, tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes as the knot grew and grew. You were almost there, clutching onto his wrist as if it would anchor you. He saw your eyes begin to cross, your jaw limply hanging, your jagged and suppressed breaths becoming quicker with the intensity of his thrusts.
So he pulled out.
Taking his hand off your throat, he sat back and stood up, leaving your naked body on the couch – cold and whining. Your legs pressed together trying to replace the pressure that was there only seconds ago. Before you could really protest, he made another demand.
“Bend over the back of the couch.” He said this with his painfully hard dick in his hand, eating you alive with his red-hot stare.
You couldn’t even think about disobeying, your shaking limbs following orders before the words had really even been comprehended by your brain. You stuck your ass out toward him, forearms resting on the decorative table set behind the sofa as you peek back behind your shoulder to see your man leering at you with intensity. He grabbed the meat of your hips, landing a smack on one of your cheeks, soothing it with a kiss right after.
“I’m so crazy about you.” He mumbles, lining himself up and thrusting in without hesitation.
“Kylian!” You gasp, a moan following directly after. This new angle hitting that spot so perfectly, lulling your head forward onto the wooden surface. “God, that’s so good. You’re so fucking big.”
His hand found your hair, pulling your head back and arching your back. He leaned forward and bit your shoulder before sucking another mark onto you. Kylians breathing ticked your ear as he pressed himself closer to you. “This pussy’s fucking mine.” He licked the shell of your ear and continued his trail of blotchy stains. You don’t even know when he began playing with your tits again, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger.
He was kissing you anywhere he could reach, somehow maintaining a brutal pace that bounced your entire body back and forth. You felt him poking your cervix over and over, the tug on your scalp boosting every sensation you felt. It was a vicious fuck, shaking around the table so much that a couple of books fell and a decorative box tumbled onto the floor. Neither of you gave a shit, though. You two were too focused on each other to give a shit about anything at all.
“I’m so close, Ky…” Your voice shook with your warning.
“Not yet, amour. Not until I say so.”
You whimpered, shutting your eyes tightly, soaking in the sounds of the love you were making; skin on skin, colliding moans of pleasure, tired and strained heaving. The pull and tug of his quickly timed thrusts had your mind going elsewhere. There wasn’t a thought in your head except how your tight pussy was stretching to fit him and how good you felt… You could get a good assessment of how close Kylian was by looking at his face, but he had buried himself in the crook of your neck, hiding his expressions from your turned head, sucking yet another mark onto you.
You wanted to cum so bad. You could barely hold it with your mind's refusal to go elsewhere – unable to conceive any other thoughts. Your thighs were shaking, tears swelling to your waterline at the extreme pleasure mixed with the pain of holding back that only amplified your senses.
He moved his hand from your tits to your clit, making harsh and fast circles on it.
You screamed a moan and began to try and focus on your breathing. “Shit, baby – please. Can I cum? I-I can’t hold it.”
His breathing was so heavy against your skin. “Just a little longer.”
You whined with every thrust, eyes shut so tightly with focus. His fingers didn’t let up, not even when you felt his thrusts hesitate, a grunts taking over his throaty ‘ah, ah’s.
It must’ve only been a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity until he finally pressed his lips to your ear. “Let go for me.”
The moan that came out of you was long, loud, there must've been a curse in there somewhere but you were seeing stars, completely done for when Kylian painted your gummy pink walls white. His fingers kept going through your orgasm and his. It was only halfway through your come down that you even processed that you had gone limp, only held up by Kylians weakened arm that held you up by your stomach.
Ky places tired kisses on your shoulder, untangling his hand from your hair and rubbing it on your bare back. “You okay, cherie?” He asks between breaths.
You take a moment and nod, eyes shut and head resting on your folded arms. He pulled out with hiss, shuffling back on his feet and going to the kitchen to grab some wet paper towels to clean up the dripping mess from your used cunt.
You watched with a hazy glare as your boyfriend stood buck naked by the sink. “You have a cute butt.” You mumble with a smile.
Kylian laughs, shaking his head. “Stop gawking.”
You roll your eyes at his mockery, smile hiding behind your arm as he walks back to you and wiping you down softly – a little ‘sorry’ mumbled when he made you jolt by running it over your overly sensitive clit. You turn and relax on the couch, Kylian coming down right next to you, pulling you into his chest. The pair of you rested in silence, your ear pressed directly over his heart, the thumping sending you to sleep.
“Wanna go to bed?” He asks, tapping your arm to make sure you were lucid enough to hear him. You rub your eyes and nod, but make no effort to move. He chuckles, shaking you a tiny bit until your eyes open. “Come on, I’ll tuck you in.”
With shaky legs and a guiding hand from your loving boyfriend, he leads you up the stairs and under the comforter.
The next morning you wake up alone, as per usual. Kylian is off training and the first thought in your head is that you gotta get home to grab the mail. The poor mailman must be struggling to pack it into the little box attached to the front door. Groggily, you pick up your phone and read the good morning text from Kylian.
Ky: Good morning baby. You were sleeping like a damn rock when I left but you looked so cute.
It made you giggle.
You: Stalker
The floor was cold but the air was colder, seeing as you were still completely naked from last night, but power through and patter to the bathroom to pee… but your reflection in the mirror caught your attention.
You gasp, getting closer to see the damage done from last night's activities. You couldn’t whip your phone out fast enough.
You: I’m so mad at you.
You set it down and trace the bruises littering your body in the shape of Kylians mouth – they were everywhere. Everywhere. It would probably be easier to point to the places that were free of the dark pigmentation.
Ky: tf did I do?
He had to see for himself, snapping selfies as evidence, angled left, right, up, down, even some from the back where he had marked you as he fucked you from behind.
Ky: I’m not even sorry
Ky: That’s so hot
Ky: I’m proud of those
You laughed in disbelief.
You: How the hell am I supposed to leave the house with these?
Ky: Guess you have to stay over for a while
Ky: I’ll have you all to myself for a little bit longer
Kylian smirked to himself, barely able to concentrate on the workout he was currently doing, back leaning against the mirror wall as he zoomed into the pictures, cocky and proud of his creation painted all over your neck and chest.
“Puta, Kyky!” Sergio exclaims from the exercise bike directly in front of where he sat. “Are you a vampire, or something? Sheesh, man.”
Kylian shut his phone off, only now realizing how mirrors work. “Mind your business, Ramos.” He tusked, a blush creeping up his neck and ears.
“You saw that too?” Vitinha chuckled from another machine.
Kylian got up with a shaking finger at his team, walking over to the sauna room alone to text you in peace, sitting down on the bench.
You: I’m going home for a few days. My poor house is probably being taken over by dust
Ky: You should sell it then
He didn’t really think before typing, but pressed send anyway. Only after reading it over did he begin chewing on his fingernail with anticipation… probably not the best way to bring up moving in together for the first time.
You: Are you joking?
He looked around the small room, noticing he was completely alone, pressing the call button.
You picked it up with a toothbrush hanging out of your mouth. “Kylian.” You greet with a foamy mouth. “Why are you asking me to sell my house?”
Just hearing your voice makes him smile shyly to himself. Even over the grain of his cell phone's speaker he thought it was the sweetest sound. “Because I think you’d look better at mine.”
You spit out the minty paste, wiping your mouth quickly, but not really knowing what to say, a dry laugh coming out. “Is that the only reason?”
“You know it’s not.” He twiddles with the tag on the towel next to him. “You make everything better. Like, I actually look forward to coming home when I know you’re waiting for me. It always smells good because you’re obsessed with lighting those little scented candles after dinner. Sometimes, I forget you don’t actually live there and I get really sad when I get home and it’s quiet. I know I can be moody at times and a handful to deal with… but… I don’t know. You’re the happiest part of my day.” He rubs his forehead. “I guess I’m sounding a little selfish here… but what I’m trying to say is that – when you’re ready, I am too. I want it to be our home.”
The line goes silent, but the sauna begins to echo with a synchronous and dramatic “aww” from his teammates that decided to eavesdrop on his conversation. Kylian hurls the towels surrounding him at them aimlessly as they scurry off in laughter. “Come on, guys! A little privacy!” He yells, phone attached to his ear still.
You chuckle. “What was that?”
“Uh, nothing. Sorry.” He nervously answers, pacing a little with the jitters.
“Well…” You say, only amplifying the nerves that ran through Kylians limbs, his poor thumbnail raw from the wrath of his teeth. “If you have all those wonderful reasons to keep me around, what the hell took you so long to ask me, then?”
He pauses. “I’m a wimp.” You both chuckle. “Wait, is that a yes?”
Your laughter over the phone makes his heart patter. “Yeah, Ky. It’s a yes.” He does a little leap of excitement, joyfully laughing over the line. “But I still have to go home today… and I’m still a little mad at you about these hickeys.”
“Honestly, nothing can ruin my mood right now.” He smiles. “Alright, amour. I should go, but I love you. I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Okay, Ky. I love you too.”
He hangs up the phone, grin permanently etched on his wrinkled face as he saunters out the sauna room with a pep in his step. As soon as he walks out the team's eyes are on him, clearly waiting for the update on the conversation they had butted their noses into.He shakes his head, but continues to smile from ear to ear. “She said yes.” He tusks. “So damn snoopy…”
A/N: I like this one! Except (idk how to explain it) I'm having a bad grammar week. Like I've been saying the wrong words and forgetting words in English and while editing I kept second guessing myself so PLEASE let me know if my grammar/word choice is wrong, but kindly, please :). Remember that I'm still, and always will be, learning english. It's a hard language.
ALSO!!! I've contacted tumblr about this issue but I've had a lot of people let me know they're not getting the notification even though theyre on my taglist. Idk what that's about but I hope it gets fixed soon. <3
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can we get a phoebe spengler dating and/or friendship hcs please im starving out here 🫶🏼🫶🏼
oooo yeah sure!! I apologize if this ends up being kinda short 😔🙏 ; thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy!!
PHOEBE SPENGLER ; dating hcs
summary ; dating stuff with phoebe
warnings ; language
disclaimers ; I'm not a professional when it comes to autism (because it's like 50/50 canon) so please give me feedback if any of the traits or anything in general is wrong for phoebe and if I should change it!! the sources I used don't seem like they're written by autistic people themselves but I'm putting my trust into these psychologists
word count ; 471
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she caught your eye with those horrible dad jokes of hers
it was the effort and thought that counted
tried using a science fact to reel you in but you were already head over heels 😭😭
you were just like "can I please take you out to do something fun? just us? please?"
she's like "...sure?" like she hasn't had a crush on you for the past solid 15 minutes from across the room
she talks about it to her mom, and she's all excited for her and she just doesn't understand the hype
baby's first date because trevor lives a double life around callie 💯
callie actually takes pictures 😭 and phoebe is just wearing a casual outfit like?? this isn't a fancy occasion mom
she's literally so scared but doesn't really know how to feel
you find it cute and endearing 💔
once you actually start dating, she's still very nervous around you because she's not trying to drive you away
she's obsessed with you though, you're actually perfect in her eyes and she'll do anything to prove that to you (vice versa as well 🫶)
she just stares at you sometimes and it's the cutest thing ever, like whole ass loses focus on whatever she's doing just to look at you. whether you're just chilling across the room or laughing and talking with podcast, she can't take her eyes off of you
she'll ramble about whatever she's fixated on / her special interest at the most random times, it's adorable
trevor will just see her staring at you while you're busy fixing something and be there like "stop staring" and without loosening her gaze on you, will reply "I can't help it"
he's mad she found actual love before him 😭 /hj
she'll hang on to anything and everything you seem to have an interest in
she seems like the type to make one of those pages long essays about how much she l-words you and mail it to you because she's too scared to give it to you herself
she's genuinley head over heels, there is no honeymoon phase that is just how she is
will proudly ramble about her ghostbuster duties to you whenever she can
loves taking walks with you even if it's just in silence
will 100% show you how everything in the proton packs and traps work
she'll have late night theories and scientific ideas and text you to not forget and just to let you know, even if you're asleep
"y/n I have an idea" "hit me"
you're her biggest fan
you made her a little "I got arrested" pin after she did actually get in trouble with stuff LMAO
she got you a little ghostbuster patch because you didn't want to really join them, but she can't help but wanna make you feel included
you, her, and Podcast are seriously an unbreakable trio
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Caitvi x reader who's basically a dumb blonde (and very clumsy) at points but is smart in a few specific things you wouldn't expect (you choose what they are^^) they're kinda like Elle woods from legally blonde if yknow what I mean,! Thanks for doing caitvi requests they hardly exist!^^
Hi! This request is no problem and of course! I started making these caitvi posts because they barely exist and i was DYING for content. love to hear that you're enjoying them!
"How Do You Know That?" | CaitVi x Reader
╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of Caitlyn and Vi with a clumsy, ditzy, yet smart in unique ways partner <3
╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, Clumsy Ass Reader, A Lot Of F-Bombs(Vi), Cute Ass Reader, Sleepy Vi, Hard-Worker Caitlyn, Not Proofread, No Y/N
⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ
– okay, caitvi would never call you dumb. never.
– they like to think of you as, maybe a bit ditzy and a klutz. most definitely a klutz.
– you can't even make a pot of coffee without spilling the coffee ground everywhere.
– and don't get them started on how many times they found a sticky counter and had to clean it after you poured juice into a cup.
– they didn't mind your clumsiness though.
– it was cute and endearing and you were their klutz. (and the audience awhs.)
– anyways
– the only time they may get upset at your clumsiness is when you three are on stealth missions.
– for vi, it was like working with powder again.
– she had to make sure you were okay and preferred to walk behind you. however, she hated when you walked too far.
– "hey, be careful. you never know who or what's out there."
"I'll literally be fine. you worry too much--" and there you go almost falling into a manhole.
– thank god for vi's fast ass reflexes.
– while it reminds vi of simpler times, (working with you on stealth missions), it reminds caitlyn of the painful days when she had to train trainees.
– most were incompetent, clumsy, and downright scaredy cats.
– no judgment to you if you're any of those things.
– it was different with you of course. but the slip-ups often reminded her of a trainee who made the same slip-up you did and suddenly she turned away trying to maintain her composure.
– anyways, your ditziness
– i personally believe everyone has their dumb blonde moments. some just have more than others.
– you have yours over the most basic things
– like almost taking a hot pan out of the oven or letting a plastic utensil sit dangerously close to an open flame.
– if caitlyn wasn't in the kitchen working, she was sure you'd burn the house down.
– another ditzy moment would be drinking a water bottle upside down, going to eat a random piece of pie because a man gave it to you, and running headfirst into a room full of mirrors.
– yeah. that shit hurt.
– adding onto your clumsiness, you'd trip and fall on your own two feet
– though your ditziness often shows in your actions and not your words, caitlyn and vi found themselves shocked on a random tuesday night at three am when you're asking them questions only a 7-year-old would think of.
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"do you think dinosaurs poop? what color would it be?" you asked. you were in the middle of the bed with vi on your right and caitlyn on your left.
vi was resting on her side, seemingly knocked out cold. caitlyn was reading a book with her personal book lamp on. she made sure it was on dim so she wouldn't disrupt your sleep. you can imagine her startle when you spoke out of the blue.
"wh-what?" caitlyn stammered. she glanced over to you. maybe you were sleep-talking. sure, that's a weird ass phrase to say while asleep, but every sleep talker says dumb shit sometimes.
you glanced back at her, eyes wide open and dazzling with curiosity. "i mean, each dino species had a different diet and habitat. do you think based off their diets and habitats, their poop would smell different and have different colors?"
caitlyn couldn't even fathom an answer. her mind literally went blank. luckily for her, vi chipped in on the opposite side of the bed. her voice raspy and low. she was obviously asleep, but the quiet chatter woke her up. "babe, what the fuck are you talking about?"
"dinos!" you exclaimed. vi shushed you as she turned over to face you.
"why the fuck are we talking about dinos?" she squinted in your direction. even though caitlyn's light wasn't bright in the slightest, it was like the fucking sun compared to the darkness that was previously behind vi's eyes.
"and why do you know so much about their habitats and diets?" caitlyn chimed. she closed her book, but kept a hold of her light. she loved seeing how your eyes sparkled with wonder and how the corner of your lips upturned as you spoke about your random dinosaur inquiry.
"um, because it's common knowledge."
"no, the fuck it's not." "who said that?"
you blinked. all your life you knew just about everything about dinosaurs. you knew their DNA buildup, and bone structure, which dinos had more genetic tissue than the other. you were asking them a simple question and they didn't know?
sat up, your eyes shift between them. Vi is on the urge of falling back asleep and caitlyn is patiently waiting on the answer to her question. with a giggle, you shook your head. "you guys are so funny. anyways, i think the herbivores' poop is more green than the others because of their plant-based diet-"
"ugh, just go to sleep!" vi wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled down. with your back now on the mattress and giggles escaping from you once again, violet puts her head on your chest. "you talk too much. it's sleepy time and caitlyn, turn off that light for the love of god."
not phased by her sleepy crankiness because she's in love with her, caitlyn turned off the light with a slight chuckle. she's finally snuggled under the covers and joined the cuddle pile.
-
– since then, caitlyn and vi discovered you know a lot about some random shit
– (and that your interesting factoids were attractive as hell)
– the random shit includes space (most specifically black holes and speed of light), color theory, engineering but with the most unethical supplies, and murder mysteries (real and fake).
– you always surprise them with your random thoughts.
– sometimes you're trying to share knowledge and other times you're asking questions to see if they have the answer.
– no matter the question, no matter the topic, they're amazed you know all of this crap.
– this person who falls up the stairs, chokes on mouthwash, and literally wore their pants backward for a full day is asking their partners if they know about the space-time continuum.
– in vi's words, "um, what the fuck?"
– that being said, they love that big clumsy, ditzy brain of yours with random facts.
– vi call your their "fun fact calendar" because every day, you have a new fact about your selected topics.
– i've said this before and i'll say it again, they absolutely adore you and your wackiness
– it even helps when finding jinx.
– "yeah, it was easy because she used these colors, and while this means one thing in color theory, in color psychology it actually means--"
– "-- wait, wait. when did you pick up color psychology?"
– "last week! :D"
– both, in perfect unison: "you never fail to amaze me."
WC: 1,126
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Steve Harrington didn’t show it easily, but he was a pretty lonely guy.
Not that anybody would’ve ever expected as much. He was Steve Harrington, one of the most—if not the most—popular boy of Hawkins High. He had parties almost every weekend, had people always following him, had people fawning over him.
There was no one in the world that seemed more admired than him.
But the smiles and laughs and large crowd of admirers didn’t mean much when he returned home to a large, empty house.
It felt quite stupid to complain about, and he was very aware of that. There were bigger problems in the world, in other people’s lives. It felt a bit privileged to whine about the fact his parents were never around and he grew up in a mansion that felt like a ghost town most of his life. It felt like such a miniscule objection in the grand scheme of things but it was so fucking lonely.
Even the nannies he had growing up were detached, barely even acknowledging him as a child. He was just a paycheque in their eyes. And even they stopped after his parents thought he was old enough to keep himself alive at the big age of twelve years old.
Steve couldn’t help it. He was a people’s person. He craved to have people around him. The loneliness was suffocating and he sometimes felt like he was scrambling to hold onto the people in his life—his friends, his girlfriends, his teammates. He felt like he was pushing and pushing and not really receiving much in return.
A lot of people assumed that meant Steve came off quite clingy but, truthfully, you just found it endearing.
“Back again, Harrington?”
“Couldn’t leave my favourite girl to bore to death.”
You snorted, the sound only making Steve’s grin widen as he rounded the counter and jumped up on a spot right next to where you were situated. You glanced over his attire, taking in the bright blue shorts that stretched across his thighs before your eyes snapped back up to him.
“Come to die with me then?” You questioned, eyeing the empty store (the one that had been empty since you started your shift) before looking back at the boy.
“Oh yeah,” he nodded his head. “Like Romeo and Julia.”
“Juliet,” you corrected.
His grin widened. “Book nerd.”
“Comes with the job,” you retorted as you halfheartedly waved at the store around you.
It was funny, really. Never in a million years would you have ever considered yourself and Steve Harrington to be friends in school. And yet, all it took was a summer full of minimum wage jobs and and sympathy on neither of you having a fucking clue what to do with your lives after school.
All it took was one broken car and an offer to carpool for the two weeks yours was in the garage for you and Steve to become friends.
Him working in Scoops Ahoy and yourself working in Willy’s Bookstore—you were quite a pair.
And without fail, whether he was working or not, Steve always showed up to entertain you at work. Whether it was during his own breaks or on his day off, you didn’t think a day had passed where you hadn’t seen the boy this summer.
“You don’t have to come here,” you said eventually as Steve began to thumb through a random book beside him. “It’s boring but I’ll survive a shift.”
“I know,” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders, his gaze focused on the words on the page. “But I like chilling here with you.”
You tried to bite back your grin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he lifted his head, a light tint to his cheeks. “Plus, I was thinking…”
“Never a good sign,” you teased.
He rolled his eyes, but the nerves were still there as he tapped them against his thigh. “I was thinking we could do something after your shift ends.”
You raised your brows at the boy. It wasn’t unusual for you and Steve to do something after both your days were done. Though, more often that not, it resulted in the two of you grabbing something from the food court and eating it in his car, or him coming back to your apartment to crash on the couch.
You never went to his place. You never really questioned it. You had asked once, casually one night when you were sitting on the couch watching some movie he had brought with him, and he had just said his place wasn’t as ‘homey’ as yours. You didn’t push the topic after that, you quite enjoyed having him in your space.
“You got another movie for us?” You asked.
“No, I mean—” He paused, letting out a long breath before continuing. “I thought we could do something different.”
You raised your brows. “Like what?”
“I—” He faltered for a second. “I didn’t think that far ahead.”
You stared at him with an odd expression.
“God, right, fuck. I didn’t do this right,” he muttered, mostly to himself. He cleared his throat as he slid off the counter, turning to look at you as he tried again. “I want to go on a date with you.”
You blinked in surprise.
“That sounded demanding,” he winced a little. “I mean, will you go on a date with me?”
You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out.
“We can do whatever you want!” Steve continued, seeming lost in his own rambles and slight fear that you’ll reject him. “I don’t mind, really! I just…I wanna hang out with you. I mean, I know we already hang out. But I wanna do more than hang out with you. I wanna be more than friends—if you want to. Shit, I didn’t even give you a chance to say—“
You didn’t give him a chance to continue before you grabbed his shirt, hands fisted in the material of the stupid sailor costume before you yanked him down to kiss him.
Steve stood frozen for one, two, three seconds before he finally reacted. His hands dropped to your waist, pulling you closer and tilting his head to the side as he deepened the kiss.
There was a voice in the back of your head reminding you that you were at work, that anyone could come and see you, that your manager could walk in and see you both. But you didn’t care. You really, really didn’t care.
“I want that date, Harrington,” you murmured against his lips when you finally pulled away, when you finally needed to breathe. “I don’t care whatever we do either, as long as it’s with you.”
His face brightened, in a smile so wide that you swore you had never seen him that happy before. “Yeah…yeah, brilliant. I’ll, uh, plan something and meet you after your shift, yeah?”
“You gonna keep the sailor suit on?”
He raised his brows. “You want me to?”
“The shorts can stay,” you decided, a cheeky smile on your lips. “The shorts can definitely stay.”
He snorted. “Noted, baby, noted.”
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⇝ 27 - (✍︎) first date (real) (not clickbait)
“Aren’t they beautiful?”
“Mhm, very.”
You looked down on your lap where Kuni laid and you were met with his indigo eyes. “Are you agreeing that the stars are beautiful or are you insinuating something else?”
“Well, the one I have my eyes on right now is very gorgeous.” He said, not breaking eye contact.
You looked back up to the sky bashfully. You fought back a smile, “Stop playing.”
“I was saying the truth though. After all, I need to be more honest with you, and myself I guess, if I wanna make it up. That’s the conclusion I’ve come to anyways.”
“Conclusion from what??”
“Someone told me communication prevents misunderstandings.”
“That’s endearing.” You let out a breathy laugh. “I’ll have to thank them.”
“I like it when you smile.” He looked at you with adoration that it felt like it could burn you inside out.
“I like your smile too, Kuni.” You found your hand playing with his hair. “But you’ve gotta stop saying those things without any warning, it’s not good for me.”
“As you wish.” You had a feeling he didn’t mean it. A comfortable silence settled in the air; you didn’t feel obligated to fill it with forced talks, it was refreshing. It didn’t matter how many moments passed, you both would be listening tentatively towards one another if the other speaks and that was reassuring.
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“I’m curious about something.”
“What is it?” Kuni tilted his head cutely. It reminded you of a cat.
“You’re a flat earther, yeah? If you’ve taken up a major in science, surely you know earth isn’t flat.”
“First of all, I wasn’t a flat earther. Second of all, chemical engineering doesn’t really touch upon space, you know that right?” He said with a lilt of his voice. It was as if he was about to burst out laughing.
“Of course, I know that!” You huffed. “Also, the way you instigated arguments with me over space made you seem like an avid flat earth believer.”
“I was just raising up very good questions.” He grinned annoyingly. You wanted to wipe it off his face.
“Your ‘questions,’” you made a motion with your fingers emphasizing your point, “were something like: ‘How’d you know they actually landed in the moon though? Have you been there? I didn’t think so.’ and another instance was: ‘If the earth was round, we would’ve fallen off.’”
“I think I remember that,” Kuni held a look of recognition before he was caught in a fit of laughter. You couldn’t help but smile at the melodious sound. “Ah, it was so fun messing with you.”
“You got on my nerves often.” You playfully glared at him.
“Well, I mean, that was the point.” He snickered.
“I was just trying to make small talk since we were seat mates.” You rolled your eyes at him. “I can’t believe I was treated this way for trying to be nice.”
“It was funny to see your reaction.” He knew deep down that wasn’t the only reason. During that time, he was still being treated like he was in a different dimension by the other students because of his backgrounds. They talked to him for the chance to be treated luxuriously with his “money.” They didn’t ever talk to him for the sole purpose of being his friend, it was always with an ulterior motive.
And there was you. You had randomly spouted random facts about space, he was confused at the time. That was a weird way to start a conversation, he thought. Nonetheless, he decided to entertain you. “Just this once,” he told himself. He had told you a few false misconceptions about space and you looked at him in horror. That was probably what started it all. Once turned into many more.
Truthfully, he wanted to befriend you. He found you interesting at the time. But he couldn’t help himself from messing with you, it was way too fun. The way you’d go on a tangent, was easy to fluster and expressive with your eyes was what made it so easy to push all your buttons.
He was easily pulled out of his thoughts with the sound of your voice. “I’m hungry.” You grumbled.
“You haven’t eaten yet?” He looked at you with bewildered eyes.
“No?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “I thought we were going to eat together.”
“Oh.”
You checked the time on your phone, “But it’s 1:30 in the morning already, so I don’t think there’s gonna be a lot of options to choose from.”
Kuni rose from his position from your lap and took ahold of your hand. He pulled you up and dragged you to his car, “We’re bound to find one that’s still open.”
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a/n: there’s going to be another update later, so look out for that
Synopsis: In which you major in astronomy and scaramouche is the biggest astronomy hater (in your eyes). What happens when someone confesses their feelings for you, and you not knowing how to handle affections, suddenly blurt out that you are already taken. By who? Well, scaramouche of course.
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Seungmin In Love With You
Love
(n.) Giving the last piece of pizza no matter how much you want it.
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Seungmin loved quiet places. He loved being able to enjoy his day without anyone bothering him, and he loved being able to focus on the book that caught his attention. So he would spend his days in the library, his favorite spot being the corner. He immersed himself in the words of the book, savoring each one and pondering its meaning. He loved everything about it.
These days, he didn't even realize that his focus wasn't just on the book anymore. His eyes had caught you, and you were suddenly more interesting than the book. You were always there in the library, focusing on the book in your hand. Sometimes, you would mumble random things while you read, and he found that endearing.
Your face when you were focusing on the book was mesmerizing. You were so engrossed in the story that you didn't even seem to notice him there. He had his own book in his hand, but all he could do was stare at you. He didn't want to be a creep, but you were too cute to his eyes. He found himself having another spark in his heart. He had always been indifferent to everything, but now you had opened his heart more. He would still come to the library as usual, but now it was not only about the books. He would also come to see you, his crush.
Exam day had come, and the library was more crowded than usual. This was a little bit annoying for Seungmin, but he still went there. He walked to his usual place to sit, but his eyes couldn't see you anywhere. He wondered if you had decided not to come today.
He sighed, put his bag down, and opened the book on the table, trying to focus on the book he had not finished yet. "Can I sit here?" Seungmin looked up and his eyes met yours. "My usual seat is already taken," you said, pointing to your usual place. Seungmin quickly nodded his head and moved some unread books on the table to give you some space. You took a seat in front of him, and he wondered how he could focus on the book again when his crush was right in front of him.
He really couldn't focus. Having you closer made his heart pound a little too fast. You realized he was staring and looked up, and he moved awkwardly when you caught him staring. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Uhm, I... I always see you in this place, but we never really talk," he said. He could see you smiling at him, not at the book. "Yeah, I've seen you here every day. Sometimes I think we should really get to know each other since we seem to have the same interests."
Seungmin was now friends with his crush, you. He loved the way you spoke, the way you thought, and everything about you. He liked it when you would happily listen to him talk about his interests, because other people always judged him as a nerd. But you were different. You were kind, understanding, and you always made him feel comfortable. He took his baby steps to get closer to you each day, and he could feel himself falling for you more and more every day.
He learned about you too, and he loved getting to know you. You were so unique, and he was fascinated by your thoughts and interests. He loved the way you would talk about your favorite books, and he was always eager to hear about your latest discoveries. One day, you told him about a book that you had been wanting to read for a long time. It was a rare book, and it was very difficult to find. But Seungmin was determined to find it for you. Especially when he knew that your birthday was coming up soon, he wanted to give you the book so badly. He searched everywhere, online, in other bookstores, everywhere he could.
He spent his time outside of the library, going to every place he thought he could find the book. He was determined to get it for you, no matter how hard it would be. He imagined how happy you would be when you received your dream book. He wanted you to remember him while you were doing your favorite thing, reading.
His heart was beating so fast that he thought it might burst out of his chest. He had been thinking about how to give you this book for days, and now the moment was finally here. He knew that this wasn't just a birthday gift. He had also written a confession note inside, and he was about to tell you how he felt. He was nervous, but he was also excited. He had waited so long for this moment, and he was finally ready.
He finally got the book for you, and he was so happy. He arrived at your house on your birthday, holding the book in his hands. He waited for you to open the door, and when you did, he gave you the book with a smile. He took a deep breath and walked over to you. "Happy birthday," he said, handing you the book. "I hope you like it." He could see how happy you were, and he knew that he had found the perfect gift for you.
But you noticed that he seemed a little uneasy today. He just stood there awkwardly, even when you invited him in. When you were about to put the book on your bedroom shelf, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to face him again you could feel the warmth of his hand on your wrist.. "I...uhm...please open it," he said, he slowly pointed at the book on your hand his voice a little bit shaky "There's something else in the book," he said. You looked down at the book in your hand and slowly opened the first page.
There was a small note inside the book, and it was written in Seungmin's handwriting. You found it so cute especially when you found out how adorable he was when he shyly wanted to confess to you. And you knew that this was really the best gift you had ever received.
I've been crushing on you for a while now, and I was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime?
You put the note back inside the book and placed it on the table. "So, where do you want to take me on our first date?" Seungmin's face turned red, as red as a tomato. He couldn't help but smile. He didn't need to hide his feelings anymore. He had never been so happy, and you had made him so happy. You had taught him what happiness really felt like. "Wherever you want to go," he said. "I would take you everywhere you want. As long as you're with me, everywhere is perfect."
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My next brainrot what if there was a aeon representing fear like evryone kn universe dears this aeon so much to point of refusing saying thier name only calling the aeon by nicknames and the only ones who call the aeon of fear like just another aeon are the pepole who walks on path of fear and reader is one of them before they gets on path of fear they were terifited of the aeon to but one day they understands that fear is needed becose withote it humanity wodul be doomed
As for reader personality they are more stoic to terrifying point but when helping pepole with thier fears or phobia they are very gentel and friendly
As for charaters
Selle
Asta
Natasha
@Zardas75 you are literally the sole reason why my blog is even alive at this point. I need more ppl to enter in some requests fr 😭 my motivation dies on me too quickly 😔
Btw, I'm mainly going to just focus on the fact that Reader follows the Path of Fear than the Aeon of Fear in general if that's okay with you.
Path of Fear!Reader With Stelle, Asta, and Natasha!
Stelle
Color yourself surprised: She saw right through your stoic and terrifying point.
How, you might ask? Well, the story's very simple: She was out searching for trash cans, and stumbled upon you with some random stranger she doesn't know, trying to coax them because (to her horror), they were afraid of trash monsters.
Okay, first of all—how dare this stranger! If Stelle wasn't digging in another trash can at the point, she would bonk the living daylights out of them. And you looked cool, so she didn't give into her murder tendencies.
The moment you and she interacted, Stelle was caught a little off at how stoic and terrifying you were trying to be—but come on, she's not afraid of you no matter how hard she tries.
Sorry, but after being stabbed with a giant ice lance thing through her chest, someone glaring holes into her isn't going to scare Stelle off. Besides, she's seen the other side of you while hunting down trash cans. If anything, her...unique quirkiness and traits kind of scare you.
"Stop digging in the trash cans." "I FOUND TREASURE!" "...You are so annoying." "Okay :D"
Safe to say though, you aren't getting rid of Stelle so easily.
Asta
She meets you when several scientists on the Herta's Space Station starts to become very pale, some even running off in the opposite direction they were walking towards. She turns around, and bam—she's also a little terrified to see you.
Even the way you walk was enough for her to drop her precious telescope she carries along with her.
Were you not with the Astral Express Crew, she thought you might have been a new recruit for the Stellaron Hunters or something. You were terrifying!
Yet something about you was very endearing as well. It only amplifies more when Asta catches you taking care of a scientist and their phobia. She almost envies the attention from your soft side.
She tries her best to steel her own nerves as she tries to get to know you better—it's obvious that, despite that stoic and cold facade you have, you were someone of a kind heart and of pure intentions.
"The stars....they're all just a lie, in one world." (did you catch the reference? 👀) "W-well, I assure you, they aren't here! If anything, uhm—they're much more fascinating here at the station!" "Hm. You're about to drop your telescope thing." "R-right! Ah, shoot—uh, sorry!"
Yeah, she's still failing. You're terrifying yet fine as hell.
Natasha
The moment she sees some of her patients pale and a few children cry and running off to hide, she thought some rogue or criminal entered her infirmary.
Turns out, it was just you. You were as terrifying as you were beautiful. If she didn't know better, Natasha would've said she mighy have gotten a heart attack just simply glancing at you.
She tries her best to be polite to you despite her fear of you, and Natasha really adores your soft side when she catches how you help children overcome their fears.
"A-Ah, Y/N! I didn't see you there. How can I helo you?" "I got stabbed in the arm." "Alright, don't worry—I'll be sure to...check up on it."
Whenever you arrive to the infirmary, be it injuries or other reasons, Natasha fumbles on her own words. The question is if it's out of fear or romantic attraction 👀
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five chronicles — ricky shen
the five most important moments of their relationship in ricky's eyes.
tags :: ricky shen x m!reader , chronological but also non-chronological , ricky is super in love , specific descriptions bc i love them , ricky-centric , reader is a bundle of joy , they're made for each other , fluff start angst end
ONE. ( their first interaction )
of course, meeting someone for the first time is an important staple in any new relationship, but on a survival show, it's way weirder.
ricky wasn't really close to anyone but his fellow yuehua trainees, and he didn't even know if he would make friends, due to how awkward he was. he wasn't even sure what was going on when y/n first approached him.
now y/n, y/n is very pretty, like— super pretty, all ricky could do when he was talking to him was stare at his face, there seemed to be absolutely no mistakes on it, like he was carved by the gods.
"hi! ricky right?"
ricky pauses for a moment, clearing his throat as he gathers his thoughts. "um, yeah, yeah that's me" he responds, sounding much more awkward than he wanted to.
the unknown boy smiles. "sato y/n, it's nice to meet you!" he extends his hand for ricky to shake, and he takes it, noticing the major difference in their hand temperatures.
"i watched your introduction video, your very hilarious".
ricky feels his face burn red, he doesn't know for what, though. he just wasn't used to such words from random pretty boys, but he genuinely finds the compliment endearing.
"i.. thank you" he says, voice much lower than he intended. "that's very nice of you".
"ah, it's really no problem, complimenting people is just a second nature to me".
ricky simply laughs, waving his hand. "it's fine, i just admire your nice nature".
it was weird for someone to just walk up to him out of the blue, compliment him out of nowhere. ricky only really received compliments from his parents' friends, or random people on the street, not someone so much like him.
he always thanks himself in his head that y/n had approached him, because he didn't even realize how much of a turn his life would take from this point.
TWO. ( dream team )
"ah, were on the same team! how exciting!"
y/n comments unconsciously, addressing ricky, he doesn't look to him though, which confuses ricky greatly. he looks towards the male, who just rocks back and forth, whistling.
"you were talking to me?"
"yeah" he responds, smiling politely at the shen. ricky simply blinks, eyes stuck on his figure. he can't help but stare, he's pretty, super pretty, he has this soft smile on his lips and his brown eyes look like they hold universes in them.
is it bad to stare? he might look like he's glaring, and that would just be a field day for all those mnet editors. he sighs and looks away, putting his hands behind his back.
they were on the same team, performing back door by stray kids. it was safe to say that ricky was nervous, but y/n seemed to be confident. ricky wanted to have that kind of attitude, but he just couldn't.
he found his hands shaking almost constantly, his stomach felt all over the place, and as he found himself backstage, he felt his fight or flight instincts kick in as he almost bolted away.
"jesus, are you cold?"
"no, i'm worried" he admits rather openly. y/n hums at the words, understanding.
"you have nothing to worry about, your going to do great" he whispers, and though ricky wants to believe the words, there's this thing that just makes him not want to.
"i want to believe that, but i can't".
"you can't?"
his hands start shaking almost faster as he's asked that question. they're up in a few minutes, he can't possibly explain it now.
still, he'll try.
"i don't know, it's like theres this barrier stopping me from feeling any kind of confidence, it's like it's making all of my anxiety escalate".
y/n doesn't interrupt him, just lets him talk, lets him pour out whatever feelings he has. he hums again, taking ricky's shaking hand. "alright, i get it, you feel anxious, take a deep breath".
the older male instructs, squeezing his hand as a way of encouragement. ricky doesn't know why he feels his anxiousness already going away, but he nods, taking in a deep breath, then exhaling.
"you know you shouldn't doubt yourself, right? everyone knows how amazing you are, and you did amazing during that practice, your gonna crush this performance, i'm sure of it".
y/n smiles at him once again, rubbing his hand for a moment before letting it go. "thank you, i really needed that" ricky mutters, not knowing what this strange fluttering feeling in his stomach was.
"it's really no problem, i just want to make sure my teammates are alright".
ricky nods, feeling his face go red once again when y/n pokes his cheek, giggling. "well, you better crush that stage".
THREE. ( a somewhat-strange conversation )
y/n had found his way into ricky's room, and eventually ricky's bed. it seemed to happen in a flash, where he had just woken up and now there was just this random pretty boy in his bed.
not that he was complaining, of course.
y/n looks up, his head still laid onto ricky's pillow. "so" he begins, starting another one of his somewhat strange conversations, he rolls over as he stares at ricky's figure.
"so?" ricky asks, craning his neck to turn and look at y/n, who was staring back with that signature smile of his. "so what?"
"what do you plan to do after the show? if you don't debut that is.."
ricky shrugs, fully turning around so he could get a better look at him. "i'll probably just go home, my parents want me to take over their company".
y/n snorts, amused. "ah, so you're that kind of rich, you could buy mnet if you wanted to!"
ricky laughs, and y/n continues. "you really took young and rich way too seriously".
he nods, enamored by the males words. "and what about you? what do you plan to do?"
y/n hums, flopping back down onto ricky's bed. "i'll probably just go back to school, i almost quit for this shit".
"i have no doubt you'll debut" ricky says almost unconsciously, the words had been on the tip of his tongue for what seemed like forever.
the older male laughs. "i have no doubt you'll debut" he emphasizes the you'll, as if he's saying a completely different sentence. "you've got this".
"you have a lot of confidence in me, but you never talk about yourself" ricky questions, yet it doesn't really come out like a question, more of a blank statement.
"if it happens, it happens, i'm just moving with the flow" he responds simply. ricky doesn't really understand that whole mentality, but he just laughs at y/n's words.
what a spectacle he is.
FOUR. ( favorite couple )
"whose your best friend, n/n?"
y/n hums, pretending to think when he knows his answer will be ricky. the two of them are clearly pretty close, he's the type of person to become best friends with someone after only a few hours of knowing them, and his answer was almost obvious if anything.
"ricky! right? were very close" he replies, the answer on his mind, almost rehearsed. ricky freezes, as if he didn't expect that. he had spent the past few days with him, just talking to him, he enjoyed his company, and y/n showered him with hugs and affection.
"me? i've never really been someone's best friend before" he mumbles, the gratefulness in his voice clear.
y/n giggles as he intertwines their hands. "well, your mine now! you can't get rid of me!" he yells, leaning onto ricky.
ricky simply stares, a habit of his whenever y/n is around. he captures his attention so easily, not even having to do anything spectacular to. it's not everyday someone he'd just met no more than two months ago makes him feel so.. weird.
he simply found y/n endearing, amazing. he was the epitome of joy, so grateful for his opportunities and everything given to him. he's patient, doesn't force anyone into anything they don't want to. he loved everything about him, his eyes, his voice, his personality, his humor, his smile, his laugh, his—
oh, he's rambling now isn't he?
he just loves how he feels around him, he doesn't feel any of the other platonic feelings he's felt for the other trainees, he feels love, and not just in a friendship way, but in a genuinely romantic way.
y/n is just amazing like that.
"i don't plan on getting rid of you anyway" he teases back, leaning his head onto y/n's. the two look so cute, like a newly wed couple or something.
"aww, they look like a couple" junhyeon teases, earning boisterous laughter from taerae, who definitely agrees.
they just seem made for each other.
FIVE. ( our final goodbyes )
ricky was originally stressed.
he had been scratching his hands all day, worried that he might not be able to debut, he was so worried that he'd barely gotten any sleep the previous night. everything in boys planet had led up to this, and it was an obviously stressful day for everyone.
fortunately, y/n was right there.
"calm down, ricky, nervousness makes your posture bad".
he runs a hand up and down ricky's back, and ricky can't fathom how he's so calm. "how are you so calm? you should be biting off your nails by now".
"as i said, if it happens it happens, just don't stress yourself out about it so much, i'm sure you'll make it".
y/n was right.
as ricky sits in his chair, having won at p04, he crosses his fingers in hope that y/n's name will somehow be called next. he finally made it, but he wanted to make sure y/n did too, he wanted to at least debut with him.
p03: seok matthew.
p02: sung hanbin.
p01: zhang hao.
there's really only a sliver of hope left, anyone could be called for p09, anyone could become the final member of the group, and he hopes to god that y/n makes it, he doesn't know what'd he do if he didn't.
"and rank p09 is.."
y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n—
"han yujin!"
oh.
ricky closed his eyes. he's grateful, but also angry, so angry. at himself. he made it and y/n didn't. after all he did for him? after he encouraged him to do his best? after he made sure that everyone felt alright and were in their best head spaces for the performance?
he wants to cry.
he can't.
he wants to throw up.
he can't.
ricky went into this survival show stuff thinking nothing of it. he didn't expect to debut, he didn't expect to be loved, he didn't expect to fall in love.
and, he didn't expect to be so heartbroken over y/n not debuting with him.
he finds it even harder to accept as he watches y/n cry, hugging junhyeon in the crowd. his face stays still, not moving, as if he's unaffected, but he truly can't bring himself to come to terms with it.
all he wanted to do was to talk to y/n.
he immediately began searching for him when he stepped into the crowd to say goodbye, giving both jay and jeonghyeon hugs as he searched for the seemingly invisible boy.
"there you are" his voice whispers. ricky sighs, smiling, although disappointed.
"here i am" he replies, face not moving. y/n has dry tears on his face, but he's still smiling. "i told you, i was sure you'd make it".
ricky bites his inner cheek, the words only having been told to him a few hours ago. "yeah, guess you are a fortune teller".
"i couldn't tell my own fortune though".
even if he's trying to cope with humor, it seems to not work, as tears start welling up in his eyes once again. "i'm so proud of you, you know that?"
"y/n—"
"i became friends with you because you were cool, i seriously do still think your cool, i was so amazed by everything you did, and when you agreed that i was your best friend, it made me feel special, you made me feel special".
ricky isn't sure how he keeps his composure, even with all the shouting and chatter going on around him, y/n is the only person he sees, the only one he hears, his only focus.
"i wanted to debut with you.." he mumbles, taking his hands, probably for the last time.
y/n smiles, and ricky wipes the tears from his face. "me too, but you did it! go on, have fun with your group".
it felt like a piece of him was being broken away, as if this was one of the most heartbreaking moments of his entire life. he takes a deep breath and wipes y/n's tears away.
ricky pulls him into a hug, sighing. "i'm so sorry, i— i failed you".
"you didn't" y/n chuckles, running a hand up and down his back. "it's okay, you made it, that's all that matters".
but you matter too, he wants to say. the words are on the tip of his tongue, he wants to say them so bad, but he couldn't, like he was being prevented from doing so.
"don't think it's your fault, i'm still proud of you, okay?"
ricky nods, he doesn't want to let go, but he has too, because he has to go, everything has to end eventually.
he finally lets go of y/n's hands after what seems like forever, but he still can't seem to step away.
"you know i love you, right ricky?"
the words seem so random, but y/n is random, even through tears and with everyone else talking in the background, he still finds the confidence to say those words.
"i love you too" ricky replies.
that was probably the last time he'd ever say those words.
AUTHORS NOTE — HOLY MOTHER OF GOD this was tragic!!! i genuinely felt like sobbing while writing this wtf ╥﹏╥
#shen quanrui#ricky shen#boys planet 999#ricky boys planet#zerobaseone#zb1#zb1 ricky#male reader#fluff#angst#kpop imagines#𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!
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New Girl
eddie munson x fem!reader
wc: 3.5k
warnings: marijuana use, mentions or injury (nothing gory)
summary: You're new in town and your mother and new friends are set on setting you and Eddie up. You braid his hair Robin gets high it's all very fun.
a/n: i loved writing this so much, if you guys like it I'll do a part 2! i love writing high robin so much!!! I listened to the grease soundtrack while writing this and I have heard John Travolta sing far too many times for tonight.
part 2
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The minute Eddie saw you he knew he was a goner. It was Saturday morning and he found you outside, hauling bags and boxes into the home of his neighbor. Your hair was brightly coloured, piercings adorning your face and ears. Due to the summer heat, you were wearing a tied and faded UB40 tee paired with some distressed denim shorts. Your ring-clad hand was resting on the open trunk of the car, exposing the skin of your left hip that was decorated with a small tattoo. He knew that the older woman who lived next door had a daughter, but he never took her seriously when she insisted her daughter was gorgeous, figuring that she was just being biased.
You peered over your shoulder then and Eddie’s eyes locked with yours for a moment, morning cigarette hanging from his mouth, unlit. His hair was messy and fell across his shoulders, ‘Black Sabbath’ splayed across his t-shirt and checkered boxers peeking out from underneath. Your eyes widened only slightly after finding him unmoving, brown chocolate eyes staring at you. He watched you take him in, feeling his heart drop to his stomach after you found him checking you out.
“Y’ever been told it’s impolite to stare?” You challenged, smiling at the boy, slowly walking towards where he stood on his porch. He was dumbfounded at the fact that your whole look was bordering menacing, your smile was the most innocent and bright thing he had ever seen.
“Uh..s-sorry s’just never seen you in the park before a-and y’know everyone knows everyone ‘round here. You moving in?” He switched his weight on both legs, chuckling nervously and looking anywhere but you.
“Nah, just putting some super heavy boxes in this random woman’s trailer for no reason.” You smiled wider at his nervous figure. You found him endearing. “I’m Y/N. Loretta’s daughter? You must know her since ‘everyone knows everyone ‘round here’.”
The boy smiled at your playful mockery, growing more confident as he found you weren’t going to berate him for obviously checking you out. He also knew your mother very well, her feeling like family to him, meaning that you were nothing to be worried about if you were anything like her. “Yeah I know Loretta. She’s real close with my uncle.” You raised a brow at his comment, to which he instantly widened his eyes and began shaking his hands around. “No! I didn’t mean- I’m not saying that- They’re just good friends s’all.”
You nodded. Your mother had talked before about her neighbor Wayne and his nephew Eddie, describing them both as ‘real gentlemen’ and making an effort to chat Eddie up to you. Your mother knew exactly what kind of boys you were into, and you would be lying if you didn’t admit that after seeing the scruffy brunette standing in front of you. “Good to know she’s behaving. Listen I gotta keep unpacking ‘cause I’m on a pretty tight schedule here. See ya around, Eddie.” You winked before walking away, grabbing an orange duffel bag out of your trunk and disappearing inside.
“I didn’t tell you what my name was.” He said to no one before shaking his head and finally lighting his cigarette.
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The weekend had been and gone and you had settled into your new environment pretty easily, finding entertainment in getting to decorate a new room, something you were accustomed to and found joy in.
Monday came around, meaning that it was your first day at Hawkins High. It wasn’t the first time you had been new in town, often moving place to place with your dad while your mom lived in Indiana, so you weren’t extremely worried about being in a new school environment. The quaint town seemed nice enough, so you figured the school would be the same.
Your first day was pretty uneventful. You expected a lot worse from most of the students based on previous experiences, only receiving a few weird looks and insults hurled your way from the letterman jacketed sheeps that loomed in the halls. During second period you met a short-haired, exuberant girl called Robin who complimented your shoes. You both hit it off instantly and she invited you to sit with her at lunch, which you gratefully accepted, the thought of you having to eat alone in your car being removed from your brain entirely.
“So, let me get this straight. You moved here because your dad kicked you out for some mysterious reason we are not allowed to discuss, so you stayed at multiple friend’s houses for three months and even slept in your car for a week before calling your mom to come stay here in Hawkins?” Robin asked, a puzzled look on her face.
“Correct!” You did a little dance in your seat to emphasize your gratitude for her listening to you talk about why you moved.
“But..why didn’t you just call your mom in the first place?”
“Me and my mom get along better when we don’t live together. We get along just fine but when we fight, it’s ugly. I wasn’t gonna call her ‘til some asshole slashed one of my tires ‘cause I didn’t give him twenty cents for a soda at the gas station. Didn’t even know the guy! I told him if I had the twenty cents I woulda given it to him but he told me I was a liar and that I was out to get him. Started crying and everything. Anyway, the rest of my savings I had to spend on a new tire, so I had no options but to call my mom.”
Robin looked at you with shocked eyes before bursting out laughing. “I-I’m sorry it’s just-” She wheezed at this point, slapping the table multiple times which earned some annoyed glares from people sitting nearby, before calming down and being able to converse normally. “You said that.. like it was nothing! THAT is a story, oh my god!” You giggled at her in return.
“It was pretty crazy I’ll admit.”
“You have to meet my friends! They'll absolutely love you and it would be so nice to listen to someone talk about something interesting instead of Steve trying to convince us that Phoebe Cates is the sexiest girl alive.” You snorted lightly at her comment, despite not knowing in the slightest who Steve was. “Seriously. I’ve heard that argument three times this week.”
“It’s Monday.”
“Exactly.”
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After lunch, Robin gave you an address that she said was Steve’s and to be there for 7pm sharp. You couldn’t help but feel nervous about the whole situation. Walking into a stranger’s home and meeting even more strangers was not your ideal plan for the evening, however you were comforted by the notion that Robin would be there, too.
The rest of the school day zoomed by quickly, and you were disappointed to have not seen your long-haired neighbor roaming the halls, knowing that he went to Hawkins High too after your mother had told you over the phone many months ago. Something about him was intriguing and you wished that you would see and talk to him again.
You decided upon changing your clothes a little before leaving to go to Steve’s house. Despite the summer heat throughout the day, there was still a cool breeze when it got to around this time of night, so you added a thin cardigan to your tank top and shorts combo before teasing your hair a little. Pleased with how you looked, you walked out of your bedroom to see your mother sitting with a man probably only a couple of years older than her. He was slightly balding and had on a pair of coveralls, a lit cigarette in his right hand and was nodding along to your mother’s incessant ranting. She caught sight of you quickly and wasn’t shy about it.
“Oh! Y/N! Come say hi to Wayne! Wayne, this is my daughter, isn't she a beaut! You look great honey, where are you going off to? I love that top on you, you look like a model!” Your mother had a habit of talking fast, loud and all at once.
“Hi, Mr. Munson, it's nice to finally meet you! My mom doesn’t ever stop talking about you and Eddie.” You shook his hand and chuckled with him as he nodded at you.
“Oh please, call me Wayne. ‘S a pleasure sweetheart. Funny you say that ‘cause your mom don’t ever stop talking about you.” He chuckled as you sighed slightly at your mother. “You’ve met Eddie?”
“Yeah! Met him the other morning just when I was unpacking my stuff. I haven’t seen him since, though. Seems real sweet.” You responded before turning to look at the clock that read ‘6:54’. “Shoot! I’m gonna be late! Real nice to meet you, Wayne!” Your eyes shot to your mother, who was looking at you, expectantly, wanting you to reveal where you were off to before disappearing into the night. “ ‘M going to a friend's house. Be back later!” You slipped your shoes on frantically before racing out the front door.
The drive to Steve’s house was not as long as you had anticipated, meaning you got there only a couple minutes late. You gulped as you stepped out of your car, being met with a fairly large, gray paneled house. Steve’s family was wealthy, that was apparent. You walked along the gravel path to his front door, knocking a little tune on the red wood. Muffled laughter could be heard from the inside of the house and faint music was playing. A couple of seconds passed before you were met face-to-face with Robin.
“Y/N! You made it!” She pulled you in for a tight hug before pulling away and staring into your soul with her glassy eyes. Neither of you said anything for a moment, and you raised an eyebrow when she burst out laughing, doubled over.
“Robin, are you high?” You asked, an amused tone in your voice. You had smoked weed many times before, and therefore it wasn’t difficult for you to distinguish between when someone was high or sober. Robin was baked.
“No, mom, I’m relaxed.” She rolled her eyes before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the unfamiliar home.
She led you to what you assumed was Steve’s living room. If there weren’t two people sitting in there, you would have been under the impression that no one had ever lived there. There were no family photos, trinkets or decorations anywhere in sight. Just furniture and floral print wallpaper in pastel tones. The grease soundtrack echoed through the air and the whole room was blanketed in a thick fog that smelled particularly funky. The sliding glass door leading out to the pool was slightly ajar.
“It was Nancy’s turn to pick the music.” Robin spoke into your ear with a disgusted tone, failing her attempt at a whisper, earning a laugh from you.
“Hey I can hear you!” The girl sitting on the far end of the couch turned her head to Robin, and then to you. She smiled as she saw you. “Hi! I’m Nancy, You must be Y/N, right? Robin hasn’t shut up about you since she got here, we’ve all been dying to meet you.” You smiled at her warmly as the boy sitting in the armchair placed next to the opposite end of the couch turned to you. Steve, you assumed.
“Welcome! I’m Steve. Nance is right, seriously Robin kept going on and on about that gas station story you told her at lunch.” Robin began laughing hysterically as he brought the subject up again.
“Y-you didn’t give him twenty cents!” She gasped, “And he cried!” She was also crying at this point. You smiled sheepishly at her, never seeing a person this high before. You were almost skeptical, but the tears coming out of her eyes really sold to you that yes, someone can get this high.
“You smoke?” Steve interjected and drew your attention away from the now giggling Robin, who was trying to annoy Nancy by standing on her feet. He was slightly nervous you would guffaw at the question, storm out and call the cops despite Robin’s insistence that you did indeed smoke, after seeing a Looney Tunes themed lighter in your bag earlier that day when you were showing her your class schedule.
“Sure do.” You responded, now taking a seat on the far end of the couch next to Steve while Robin had now moved to lay on the floor, legs and arms spread like a starfish, mumbling along to ‘Hopelessly Devoted to You’. He nodded and extended the now rolled joint out to you.
“You can have the first pull since you’re new in town. A little welcome to the group gift.” You smiled warmly and accepted the joint that he handed you. You lit the end, inhaling deeply and exhaling.
About 20 minutes had passed and you, Nancy, Robin and Steve had fallen into an easy conversation before being interrupted by heavy banging on the door.
“Idiot finally decides to show up.” You heard Steve mumble under his breath before jogging to the door. Nancy looked at you seriously now, joint between her index and middle finger.
“So, Y/N. Seen anyone cute yet?” She asked, smiling slightly as she brought the joint to her lips, inhaling. You thought for a moment, no one really coming to mind until you remembered the exchange you had with a certain neighbor days before.
“Well..there’s this one guy..” Nancy and Robin both ‘oooohed’ at this information, but before you could say any more you were interrupted by Steve’s booming voice behind you.
“Ladies! The man of the hour has finally arrived without the beer he promised he would bring!” Robin and Nancy both booed and you giggled as Nancy passed the joint to you.
“Wasn’t my fault you guys, seriously. You can’t expect a guy to buy a bunch of beers and then not drink 'em the night he buys 'em.” Your body froze as you heard his voice, knowing immediately who was standing behind you with Steve. You turned your head and was met with the boy you were almost about to gossip about. His hair was still as big and fluffy as ever, but more tame than the last time you saw it. He was wearing an Iron Maiden tee tucked haphazardly into his black ripped jeans and a red and black flannel draped over his broad shoulders. You smiled slightly as he recognised you, before puffing on the joint that Nancy had handed to you.
You were definitely high at this point, brain getting a little foggy and definitely staring a little longer at the metalhead than you should have, and it made him blush to see you check him out like he did on Saturday morning.
“I told you making Eddie get the booze was a stupid idea.” Nancy looked at Steve and rolled her eyes as Eddie made his way over to the couch, falling into the seat next to you with an exaggerated sigh. You passed him the joint and he gratefully snatched it out of your hand and took a deep inhale.
“Never knew you were chummy with my neighbor, Buckley.” Smoke flowed out of Eddie’s mouth as he spoke to your new found friend.
Robin snorted and looked up at him. “Never knew you were neighborly with my chum!” She burst into a fit of giggles before laying her face back into the carpet below her, everyone groaning at the terrible play on words.
“We really need to start keeping track of how much she smokes ‘cause that made me question how many brain cells Rob’s actually destroyed.” Steve huffed out, quirking a brow at the girl sprawled out on his floor. Everyone giggled at this, to which Robin responded with a kind middle finger.
A few hours passed, Robin now dancing with Nancy to ‘You’re The One That I Want’ that had most definitely played at least three times that same night. Steve was humming along to the tune, rolling yet another joint for the group, while you and Eddie were still sitting next to one another, in the most intense conversation you had ever found yourself in.
“That’s so not true!”
“It is!”
Eddie snorted, rolling his eyes at your persistence, slightly offended that you would even suggest such a thing. “Sylvester is not better than Garfield, how dare you even say that!”
You sighed frustratedly. “But he is! Garfield is an iconic cat, I’ll admit! But Sylvester just has that loveable quality about him.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“That may be true, but I’m also right.”
You both sat in silence for a moment, you peering over at the boy and wanting nothing more than to touch his hair. It was the first thing you always noticed about him, how soft it looked and how much you wanted to run your hands through it. The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them.
“Can I braid your hair?” You instantly cringed at your question. ‘How creepy.’ You thought. Eddie turned to you instantly, staring at you in shock for a moment, not fully convinced that you had just said anything at all let alone asking to braid his hair. You smiled at him sheepishly, becoming slightly embarrassed.
“Sure.” You were taken aback by his response, expecting him to call you weird and move away from you, but instead he just stood up from the couch and sat on the floor directly in front of you. “Make me look gorgeous!” He exclaimed and you giggled.
Gathering his hair in your hands, you started to comb through it slightly with your fingers before dividing it into three sections. You hummed quietly as you worked and felt a sense of peace wash over you until Steve, once again, interrupted your thoughts.
“What the fuck?” He looked at Eddie, horrified.
“What’s up Steve?” You answered.
“You’re braiding his hair? Are you fucking kidding me! Yesterday he had a leaf in his hair, I went to pull it out for him and he punched me in the stomach! He doesn’t let anyone touch his hair!” It was true, Eddie had always been protective of his hair, scared people would mess it up if their hands went anywhere near it, but with you, Eddie felt weirdly okay with it. He felt comfortable with you despite your limited exchanges.
Nancy and Robin had turned to face you three now too. Nancy gave you a look as if to say ‘I know exactly who you find cute.’ and Robin smiled at you before turning to go into the kitchen, nothing in her eyes.
“Shut up, Harrington.” Eddie retorted to which Steve grumbled in response. You smiled to yourself before tying the boy's hair up with one of the spare hair ties you always kept around your wrist.
“Steve! Where do you keep your carrots?” Robin shouted from the kitchen and Steve sighed before getting up to check on the girl, Nancy following behind him.
“All done!” You exclaimed to Eddie as he smiled at you and returned to his original seat.
“Hey.. ‘been meaning to ask. How’d you know what my name was? The first time we met, I mean. I never told you what it was.” He looked at you confused, clearly not putting two and two together and figuring out that your mother talked about him and Wayne to you as much as she did about you to them.
“Robin, stop taking bites out of my vegetables!”
“I’m making a bite-sized salad!”
You stared at him for a moment. “I’m magic.” You smiled as he chuckled at you. “My mom talks about you and Wayne a whole bunch.”
“Oh? What’s Loretta been sayin’ about little old me?” He batted his eyelashes at you, theatrically putting a hand on his chest and smiling bashfully.
“Hmmm.” You paused for a moment. “You have a DnD club at school, you play guitar, you’re in a band, what else, what else..oh! A couple years ago you tried to pierce your ear, failed and ran into the kitchen with a bleeding earlobe screaming ‘ITS GONNA FALL OFF ITS GONNA FALL OFF!’ “ You began to laugh at the last scenario, now being able to imagine it fully playing out after having met both Munson men. Eddie laughed along with you and you decided against mentioning the fact that your mother had been trying to talk Eddie up to you multiple times over the phone.
“Listen, in my defense, I pierced too far up - thought my whole earlobe was gonna fall off. There was so much blood it was insane!” You laughed even more at this, Eddie faking hurt. “Is my pain of amusement to you? How evil.” You shoved his arm a little, resulting in him poking you in your side which then resulted in you poking his side. Both of you were screaming and laughing like mad children.
Throughout the hubbub, you both failed to notice Steve, Robin and Nancy stood in the doorway, watching you both.
“Okay, those two are a match made in heaven.” Steve stated.
“Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say.” Nancy rolled her eyes at Steve as he locked eyes with Robin, who had a tomato seed on the end of her nose.
They nodded intensely before both saying what the other was thinking.
“Let’s set them up.”
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part 2
p.s. sorry for making Robin say 'let me get this straight'
#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fluff x reader#eddie stranger things#stranger things season 4#stranger things
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Okay. Alright. Here we fucking go again.
S2E4.
I already have one spoiler I'm completely unsurprised by, let's make it more.
I survive the LAST TIME ON HALO and my increasing desire to not be doing this right now, and am rewarded with one of this show's only endearing qualities: Vannak's ongoing animal guy personality trait. He gets to feed the pigeons for 2 seconds before the explosions start.
Cut to Perez and Jimmy Rings running through the streets while Perez yells about having to get back to her family and Jimmy yells about how they're gone, Perez! (Also sorry I'm going back to calling him Jimmy Rings because I hate having to distinguish him from actual Chief and might as well do it in the most ridiculous way possible.)
Then we immediately jump to Soren and Halsey in the funbox.
Did you know that one of my least favorite things TV shows do is cliffhanger on a situation that could've been interesting, then ~subvert your expectations~ by making it completely uninteresting and resolving nothing?
Yeah.
Gold star, no notes.
Then the power goes out.
Soren just kinda leaves because the security system's off. Bye!!!
Meanwhile again, Perez is very upset for obvious reasons and has a disagreement with Jimmy about what they should be doing. Jimmy wants to go back to FLEETCOM, while Perez wants to start warning everyone to evacuate RIGHT NOW.
Perez this isn't gonna work I'm sorry.
Anyway.
Suddenly Stealth Elite.
Sorry it's so hard to get caps of these guys, I think the sfx people don't want you to look at 'em too close.
On the bright side, Halsey leaving with Soren shows they do have a chance of unlocking the comedy duo power I believed in.
Back again.
They're really trying to speedrun some shit here.
Like, this is so close to being in character (even though it isn't quite) but the problem is that they want to have this character say so much shit when the guy they have been trying so badly to emulate doesn't open up and it feels unearned/not worked up to. The problem with trying to crack open a character like the actual Master Chief is that it requires a ton of space and focus on doing that, and this project is so full of subplots and has scrapped so much of its own first season that it has even LESS time to develop enough rapport for me to not feel like I'm being hit over the head. Like I get it, I write insane shit with Chief trying to figure out how to communicate with people after he's decided he might be okay with it, but this just doesn't work for me.
This could work, but it kinda came in from the factory pre-bungled.
Anyway.
Jimmy Rings walking around this random building they're escaping through while holding a fucking axe he found is so funny to me.
Speaking of the axe, it's apparently an antique!!! And this random building is a shop belonging to a British lady and, suddenly, we are going full WWII stiff-upper-lip blitz speech.
Fuck, hold on, I need another post for full effect-
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Just Y/n - Cale Makar
Summary: You are not sure where you and Cale stand in your relationship.
Word count: 2.3K
Warning: cale being a red flag; lack of communication; anxiety
a/n: so while going through the notes app in my phone I found some of my work from the original kaleforcale888 and decided to rewrite it. Anyway thanks for sticking around as I get my crap all back together!
You didn’t know what it was about Cale, but you were definitely starting to have stronger feelings than just “liking” him. What a cliché, middle school thing to say, liking someone. You didn’t know what it was about the man; maybe it was his beautiful, blue eyes that caught you attention, or his crazy hair that sticks up in all different directions at any given moment.
Despite being incredibly good looking, he was also the sweetest person you had ever met. Cale had the best personality. On the outside he was reserved and quiet, but once you got to know him, he was actually really interesting and fun to be around.
You hadn’t been seeing or even hanging out with Cale for very long, only going on a few dates here and there depending on when he was in Denver. You had met at a King Soopers’ Starbucks, him having come in for a drink and leaving with your phone number. From then on you had been on one formal dinner date but had hung out at miscellaneous times when he was in the state. Your favorite was just spending time with him at his apartment and doing random, mundane things. You felt like you got to know the real Cale, not Cale Makar: MVP defenseman.
Spending so much time together made you feel like you had known him your entire life. One date and ever since, you had magically fallen into a routine together. When he had home games, you’d stay at his apartment until the game was over, then spend the evening together before sharing a bed together for the night. While he was away, you would sit at home, missing him, wishing he was there with you.
With your routines naturally integrating, you never had the “what are we talk.” Yeah, you kissed on a regular basis and often slept in the same bed, but some aspects of your life never fully unified; and for a time, part of you was fine with that, but as of late, it was starting to wear on you. You had never met his friends or even teammates, let alone his family, and you started to doubt your relationship, or maybe lack thereof.
***
You sat on the couch of Cale’s apartment, watching the end of the hockey game. The Avs won again, and you knew he would walk through the door nonchalantly but would be elated on the inside. After about an hour or so later, a jingle of keys in the door let you know that Cale was home. You smiled to yourself.
“I’m home,” Cale joked, throwing his bag next to the door so he could easily find it tomorrow morning.
Looking back at him, you rested your chin on the back of the couch, “Hi, how was it,” you asked, acting like you hadn’t just watched the entire game in his living room. You always liked to ask him how it went to get his perspective.
He crouched down to be level with you and smiled, “It was good.”
You rolled your eyes at his humbleness and leaned in closer to him. Cale closed the gap between you, placing a quick kiss on your lips and stood up, too fast for your liking.
There honestly wasn’t a thought running through your mind that he didn’t like you, especially not after that flirtatious kiss. You just wished you would finally make it “official.” All you wanted recently was to meet his friends and to be a part of his world, completely.
“Hey babe,” Cale called, you didn’t even realize he had walked away because too distracted by your own thoughts.
Slightly smiling to yourself at the sweet endearment, “Yeah?” Why were you even questioning anything?
“I think I’m gonna take a quick shower, then head to bed. You are more than welcome to stay if you’d like,” he said, leaning on the door frame of his bedroom, waiting for a response. You just shook your head and settled back into the couch.
***
A few days later, you found yourself back in the very same place, Cale’s apartment. You had spent the night and he had just got back from his morning skate. “So then, Mel and a few of the other girls came and picked up their new jackets, and the guys got distracted so Bednar just ended it then.”
You shook your head, just listening to him as you stole a grape from his lunch plate. You were keeping unusually quiet today and sat with your thoughts, this was new to Cale, but he could tell that there was something bothering you. All you could think about was getting a jacket with Cale’s name on the back and being able to sport it with pride on game days. You also couldn’t help but wonder if you would get along with the other girls and wanted to meet his friends.
Sitting in silence for a few more moments, opening and closing your mouth, Cale looked up at you, expecting you to speak, “do you think I’d get along with the other girls?”
“I don’t see why you wouldn’t,” he responded, walking to the kitchen, “You’d probably love them.”
“What about the guys?”
“They’d probably adore you, probably chirp you for being with me, but its all-in good nature,” he said as he opened the fridge to pretend to look busy, “But why are you bringing this up now? What’s going on?”
“I want to meet your friends, your Denver family. I want to see the other side of you and the other community you’re apart of. I feel like you’re ashamed of me or some…” before you could finish, Cale closed the door of the fridge and pinched the bridge of his nose. He let out a breath, walked closer to you, and grabbed your hands.
“I’m not ashamed of you by any means… it’s just always been hard for me to let people into my life. But listen, if it really means that much to you,” he stopped and took a deep breath, “there is a charity dinner next weekend, before the start of the playoffs, would you like to be my date? We could get all dressed up, maybe look for a dress…”
Before he could continue, you shrieked out a yes and grabbed his face, kissing all over it. “Does this mean I get to meet all the guys?”
“I don’t see why not,” he smiled at you and pressed your foreheads together before kissing you.
***
The charity dinner was tonight and to say you were nervous was an understatement. How was Cale going to introduce you? Were you his girlfriend, his good friend? You weren’t entirely sure.
You looked in the mirror, and touched up your hair as Cale came into the bathroom connected to your bedroom. He arrived 30 minutes early as always and waited on your bed as you finished getting ready. Making eye contact through the mirror, you gave him a tight-lipped smile to which he returned, “I’m a little nervous,” you said as you scrunched into your shoulders.
“It’ll be okay,’ he said, finally walking into bathroom to wrap his arms around your shoulders.
“I know,” you turned around in his arms, “but what if they don’t like me? They have to be protective over you.”
“I promise you, if I like you, they’re going to have to put up with you. But you only have like 2 minutes, otherwise we’re gonna be late,” he said, checking his watch.
You rolled your eyes, “your definition of late or mine,” you teased and turned to finish what you were doing.”
***
As you walked into the hall, it felt like all eyes were on you and Cale, his arm interlocked with yours as you entered. “Calers!” A tall blonde man shouted across the room. Cale’s cheeks turned brighter red than normal as he directed you towards the group the man was standing with.
“Hey guys.”
“Well, well, well, Calers, who is this?” One of the men in the group asked.
“This is Y/n. Y/n this is Gabriel Landeskog, Nathan Mackinnon, and JT Compher.” He finished, pointing to a decently tall man with flaming red hair. Your heart sank in your chest, and you looked down hoping your face didn’t show too much disappointment. You weren’t officially his girlfriend; you just did relationship-y things. An awkward silence landed over the group.
“It’s nice to finally put faces to the names,” you fake laughed, breaking up some of the silence.
As the guys started up a conversation about what they could do better heading into playoff season, a woman walked up to Gabe. She gave the man a drink before stepping closer to you and offering you a smile, “Hey, I’m Mel.”
“Hi, I’m Y/n,” you smiled back at the blond.
“All this hockey talk is kind of boring, would you like to get a drink?”
You shook your head and untangled your arm in Cale’s before leaning up and whispering to him, “I’m gonna go get a drink,” to which he responded with a nod and a kiss to your cheek.
You followed Mel to the bar and ordered your drink, “I’m Gabe’s wife, if you couldn’t tell,” she joked, making you feel less nervous, “Are you Cale’s girlfriend?” She asked as you sat down at the bar together.
There it was the ever so dreaded question. Taking a sip of your cocktail to distract yourself, you shook your head, “no, just Y/n,” you said, repeating what Cale had told the other guys earlier in the evening.
Mel shook her head in understanding, “We’ll, he’s truly a good kid, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she said, looking over at her husband and the defenseman interacting.
“No, yeah, I know. We’ve been hanging out for a while and I really like him, but we’ve never made anything official.”
Mel looked at you, studying your body language, she could tell this was bothering you. “Well, I don’t know how long you guys have been “hanging out”, but I’ve known him for three years now, and he’s never once brought a date to one of these. Let alone a barbeque or team pool party.”
A slight smile crept up on your lips. At least he felt comfortable enough to be willing to introduce you to his friends, despite you having to ask him. You and Mel continued to talk and get to know each other before she excused herself. When you looked over to find Cale, you saw her talking to Gabe and Cale, who looked like he was very interested in whatever she had to say.
Not long after, you finished your drink and followed in her footsteps to find Cale who was talking to some older looking men. Tapping on his shoulder, he greeted you with a smile, pulled you into his side, and continued his conversation with the men. Once there was a lull in the conversation, he looked down to you, noticing you weren’t acting like yourself, “Hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you lied, “just getting a little tired,” you finished off with a fake yawn.
Cale shrugged it off and looked at his watch, “It is getting late, why don’t we get out of here?”
As you walked to the car hand in hand, your thoughts couldn’t help but spiral. Cale opened the car door for you; this sucked, you knew when you got home you would fall directly back into the dance of avoiding whatever conversation needed to happen.
Slamming your eyes shut, you laid your head on the car seat. The quiet got interrupted by Cale gently whispering, “You’ve seemed a little off these past few days. What’s going on in that mind of yours Y/n?”
“Nothing.”
“Please don’t lie to me, Y/n.” Cale whispered, grabbing your hand.
“I’m not lying.”
“I know you are. I was talking to Melissa, and I think we need to have a conversation.”
This conversation could either be very bad or very good, there was no telling at this moment.
“I agree,” you breathed out.
“She said that I should stop avoiding telling you how I feel,” he said as gently started rubbing his thumb across your knuckle, “I hope you know I really like you,” you slightly chuckled, “like a lot.”
“Well, that’s good to know. I was really starting to doubt, I mean just Y/n. Really, Cale? You can’t even introduce me as your girlfriend,” you said, refusing to look up at him.
“I didn’t think we needed a title. For goodness’ sake, we practically spend every waking minute together!” Despite his frustration and lack of being able to truly communicate his feelings, he remained calm. He knew that raising his voice could only make the situation worse and he would only feel more frustrated, “I thought those were titles were juvenile.”
You quickly looked up at him, laughing, trying to hold back tears, “Cale, I want to be your girlfriend!”
Cale sighed and leaned over the console, putting your foreheads together.
“Okay then, will be my girlfriend?”
“Really? That’s all it took for you to finally ask me but yes” you smiled and kissed him.
“I’m sorry, by the way… I didn’t know it meant that much to you.”
“I accept your apology. But I will say, we are both terrible at communicating.”
“I agree, now can we go home?” he asked as he put the car in reverse to pull out of the parking spot.
***
A couple of weeks later, a package was delivered to Cale’s apartment addressed to you. Opening the cardboard box, you found a burgundy jacket with two interlocking hockey sticks on the arms. On the back was “MAKAR” stitched in black with a white outline and a big 8 to match his jersey. You smiled widely and hugged the fuzzy jacket in excitement. The only other thing inside the box was a note.
“Just in time for playoffs :) - M”
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hi! i really like your works <33 can i request seungmin x reader where reader is very spontaneous/random and loud? like they keep getting distracted by colorful/sparkly things or like hardly being able to focus and forgets about things easily
thank you <333
Hi! I hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting
Oh Seungmin
Summary: How Seungmin is with a spontaneous reader, who’s easily distracted. (idol/non-idol au)
WC:674
Warning:none
photo not mine credits to owner.
Upon first meeting you, your spontaneousness immediately captured Seungmin’s attention.
“I’ll have a coffee with ten shots of espresso,” you ordered.
“Ten shots! Y/n no! That sounds like liquid death,” the barista, who is also your friend, told you.
“Come on I’m curious about what it would…” you trailed off. Getting distracted by the pastries in the display case. “Give me one of these too please,” you said pointing to the specific pastry. Your friend sighs as they grab the tongs to get your pastry.
“If anything bad happens, I tried to stop you,” they tell you as they give you your insane coffee order.
“Yes, yes, yes you won’t be held responsible for my impulsive decision,” you waved them off. Bringing the warm cup to your lips you took a sip and quickly discovered that ten shots of espresso were a mistake. The bitterness of the coffee soaked its way into your tongue, causing you to have a small coughing fit. Effectively spilling some coffee on yourself as you did so.
“Here.” A kind man smiled at you, while handing you a napkin.
“Thank you,” you thanked him, taking the napkin from him.
“Are you alright?” he checked.
“Yeah I just wanted to know what ten shots of espresso would taste like and- your necklace is pretty,” you complimented him going off topic. Seungmin smiled looking down at his butterfly necklace.
“Thanks.” He fiddled with the necklace. Seungmin found himself frequenting that same cafe in hopes of seeing you again. To his luck you were quite the regular there and much to his amusement you were rather friendly to him after recognizing him. That’s how the two of you started to get to know each other. It didn’t take too long after for Seungmin to ask you out, to which you happily agreed.
Seungmin adored your spontaneousness and randomness. There was never a dull moment because of it. Happiness filled his body every time he got a text at late hours of the night or early from you asking to go out on an adventure. Whether that adventure was a convenient store run, watching the sunrise, just going out for a walk with no destination in mind.
“You’re like a vulture,” Seungmin teases as you stop mid-sentence to play with his shiny rings.
“What?” you said, looking back at Seungmin briefly before returning to play with his rings.
“They like shiny things. Like you.” Seungmin lightly poked you in your forehead. He takes one of his rings off and slides it onto one of your fingers.
“Well, vultures have good taste then,” you say, now fiddling with the ring that Seungmin placed on your finger. Seungmin can’t help but stare at you lovingly.
Since you get distracted easily that means you can have a hard time staying focused. Seungmin does his best to help you stay focused whenever you're busy working. He will try out a couple different methods to see what works best for keeping your attention to the task at hand. Finds that setting a ten minute timer seems to work pretty good. At the end of each ten minutes you have a short break to get all your jitters out. Once you finish what you’re working on, Seungmin is so supportive, telling you that he’s proud of you. Overall Seungmin is very attentive to you and loves every bit of your spontaneousness. No matter how random it is, like wanting to rearrange your room at 2 o'clock in the morning or how loud you can be when you run towards him in excitement after discovering something new. He finds you so endearing. Even if he’s too tired to handle your random desire to go out on an adventure or on days where he might tease you a little too much. You both love one another too much for it to ever be a problem. You simply have to voice your concerns and the two of you are back to cuddling while you fiddling with whatever jewelry he is wearing.
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That nameless fic - Part 2
People liked this fic! So thank you! It felt nice to write about happy Leon, and helping him (Like he helps all of us!) This fic is a lot softer and sweeter, and as requested, you and Leon get closer! And closer! Annnd then you date! This fic is real soft, really sweet, and that was really nice to write! I hope you like!
Characters: Leon Kennedy, GN!Reader
Warnings: Not NSFW. GN reader! :)) No mention of age but faint job and relationship to Leon suggestions. I struggle to keep the fic GN instead of saying "she, him etc" for you to make it more immersive, so it can get repetitive. Huge sorry. Some cuddle some kiss (v little at the end but be warned nevertheless)
It'd been a few weeks since you'd helped Leon out of his large predicament (to put it very lightly). Three weeks, to be exact. Three weeks of barely putting down your phone.
Well, come on.
How could you with a handsome, sweet blonde blowing it up all the time?
Daily, almost hourly, the two of you typed to each other about this-and-that. You spoke about work, about the weather. You talked about family and friends, gossiped about neighbours and told tall tales from every day life.
And Leon, on the other end, drank up each story and each word, becoming more and more enthralled by the letter. You weren't sure how he saw things. You'd never get into his mind, but to you, it felt as though you'd been good friends from birth.
The man appeared at your place of work just as consistently as he'd done before, cheering you on and heckling those who did not. He looked exhausted sometimes, and you'd wonder if he should be fast asleep rather than trudging over in the rain just for something small and random like a tub of ice cream, or once - a hand-powered fan. You'd not seen someone buy one of those since you started that job.
It was endearing, the way he checked on you and cheered you on, yet not once disrespected you or your space. He only found you during boring hours at work, and only when you weren't too busy for him.
Whilst his visits were short and sweet, he recently began banging on about a new job.
Not for him, but for you.
It was strange to see his face light up how it did whenever he spoke about it, as if he were certain that this would change your life in some way.
"There's this place-", he would begin, waving his arms around to try and hand signal the shapes of buildings and their locations, "It's near here! The pay, man, the pay is much better than here..." Leon seems bewitched as he stares off, spouting strangely enthusiastic words about a random store. You wonder who he's really trying to sell it to: you, himself, or the elderly lady towards the back of the store who's browsing loaves of bread.
He turns to you, excitement in his face. His eyes forced to squint by his beaming smile, his joy on just as full of a display as his teeth. "You could actually work normal hours!! Like any hours you want! But during the day! And they sell, like, everything! And the employee discount! Don't even get me started on-"
"Oh yeah, Mister Salesman?" you quip, raising a playful eyebrow towards your suddenly silent customer. You lean forward on the counter, propping yourself up on an elbow. "What's got you so obsessed with this place anyway?" Leon's brows furrow, contemplating a reply which doesn't come before you quiz, "And what's got you so excited about my career, too?"
Leon flushes a little, probably overheating from the gears you can hear turning away in his brain. For a while, there's silence, before Leon looks at you quite solemnly.
"Look… I know I haven't known you long, and I'm not trying to overstep, honestly, but it kills me seeing you work here. I know the pay isn't worth it, and the late nights…" his voice trails off somewhat pitifully as his eyes sink to just below yours. He's probably observing your eye-bags. The same ones that you're too tired to even try and hide. "I just want you to have a little more in life. You know?"
"Leon." you scoff, "You know they're not gonna take me, right? I'm here cuz I got nowhere else to be." you fix your posture and give a polite smile, greeting your actual customer as she approaches the till.
She's polite and in a fairly good mood, stepping forward as Leon moves to let her by. She thanks you, gives you and Leon a somewhat knowing look, and takes her leave, declared by the door chime. Meanwhile, Leon thinks carefully about what to say.
You wouldn't know this, of course, but he spent a lot of time thinking and planning, regarding you. To him, you were somewhat a saviour. You were becoming his best friend. You seemed to care relentlessly for him from day one, and honestly, he could not fathom why.
Perhaps he was biased.
Perhaps, you were some kind of angel.
Anyway, Leon in no way ever wanted to upset or insult you, so he was always considerate. It'd worked so far, he'd genuinely never upset you.
"You're wrong. While it's true that some people have to have jobs like that, because they can't find anywhere else... Not you." Leon leans in, gently taking one of your hands in his and squeezing softly so you look at him. He then continues to muse, "You're amazing, Y/N. You work so hard, and personality wise... Well, all I can say is you deserve better, and you can get better. You just have to try." Towards the end of his sentence, Leon's eyes drift away from yours. He seems awkward, but what he said really did mean something to you.
You stand together in silence for a while, until Leon shatters it like glass. "Please, just. go. Any time you can. It's on North Street, alright? Just go in, ask to speak to a manager. Say you're there for an interview and give them your name, they'll give you one. Alright?" You nod weakly in response and give Leon a small, grateful smile. Whilst he was a bit pushy and strangely confident, his pep-talk did put quite a spring in your step. You were going to do it. It'd be a good idea, and it would be great to get out of here.
He gathers some things, deciding to be courteous, and pays for them. "It's called Johnny's!", is the last you hear before Leon leaves for the night, wishing you well. A simple 'good luck and good night'.
The night passes quickly and uneventfully, a sweet taste left on your tongue. Eventually, you head home, arising at around 1pm, ready for that interview.
Oh God, an interview.
I mean:
You hadn't booked anything...
You didn't still have to go.
But Leon.
You remembered how excited he was, how enthusiastic. He was so sure you'd get that job. You had to at least try, just for him. You freshened up, put something nice on, wrote a small shopping list, and headed out for the day.
The day went well, you bought some home essentials before visiting that accursed store... For Leon. This was for Leon. Strong, be strong.
'Bing!'
Two wide glass doors slide open to allow you entry into the store.
"Hello, I'm uhm... I'm here for an interview?" The shop was huge, aisles and aisles packed with fresh food, toys, appliances and DIY supplies.
"An interview? Are you sure? Hang on... can I have your name?" There were at least five members of staff on duty, three of which alone manned the tills you stood at currently.
"My name? Oh, yeah, it's Y/N... It's alright if you weren't expecting me-" You notice just how much more wonderful this place looked, and deep down, you started to wish you could work here. You didn't just want this for Leon anymore.
"No no, it's no problem at all, honestly, Please let me just get a manager, alright?" No 'owner', not 'the manager', 'a manager'. There were so many people here, and not just employees - customers! Loads of them! People with carts, families, smiling people, kind people.
Oh! How much nicer it was here...
"Oh, hey, can I help you? Y/N, right?", a tall man stands before you on the other side of the counter. His hands are clasped together as he smiles in a genial manner, nodding his head slightly "You're here for an interview?" Oh man, he was already so nice. All of this was already so nice.
"Yeah! ...Yes, that would be great, I am... Please, yeah..." You fumble over your words, but the shop crowd seems un-phased. The first employee you addressed is already back to manning the tills, and the manager makes his way around the till to address you properly.
Oh no. You began to panic. It was so nice here. Everyone was so... sophisticated. They had their heads screwed on... but you? Some... sleepless 24/7 dweller? With your moods? With your attitude? There was no way you'd get this job.
It felt draining, petrifying, being led into a flush, stylish office looking room and sat down. The man before you was friendly, introducing himself as Jack before waiting patiently for you to catch your breath a little. He then asked you a few questions about your availability, your previous work experience, and your personality. Rather, whatever personality you'd have him believe you had. You focused a lot less on his questions about customer scenarios, and more on how his eyebrows and lips quirked when you knew you'd gotten the answers wrong.
And just like that, terrified and sweating more than you'd like to admit, you give Jack your name, your number, and are asked to await his call. You'd done something that day, you think, as you shake hands goodbye and make your way home, that you wouldn't have done in a good few years, and that was thanks to Leon.
Your feet feel heavy, your footfalls sharp as you march home, just so ready to collapse into your bed, or onto your couch. Maybe call Leon, maybe tell him you did what he'd asked. Maybe you'd laugh at how scared you'd been, maybe you'd cry at the fear of throwing away an opportunity you actually really wanted by not preparing.
Perhaps you'd get home, unlock your door, and look down to find a small envelope on the floor. And then, if that were the case, you'd place your bags down in the hallway, close the door, and bend to pick up the paper. And then, should you have done that, you might open it to find a card. A 'congratulations' card, from none other than Leon Kennedy. To you, it read:
Knew you could do it!
You just had to get out there, Y/N!
See what you're capable of?
Put in your notice!
I'll see you at your new job soon!
-Leon :)
Suspicious, to say the least. But he was correct - within a few days, Jack had called you back to confirm your new position, and your manager, with a surprisingly heavy heart had bid you goodbye. Of course, you called Leon. In fact, you interrogated him about the whole thing, but he remained utterly zip-lipped about the entire thing. Permanently. Like he'd trained for it. Really, it was impressive considering just how excitable and eager to share he usually was around you.
With your new job, Leon's visits only became more frequent, despite it being further from his home. He stayed for longer, bought more, and spent time with you on whichever of your lunchbreaks he could get to around work. You became closer as friends. Just friends, you told yourself. Sometimes, you'd get dinner together: restaurants, fast food, the lot. You'd get drinks and desserts: bubble tea, coffee, shakes, waffles - you name it. The excuse remained the same: "I'm curious, you're wanna try it, let's go together."
It often led to jokes between the two of you about how others must have thought you were both dating by now. Another excuse for you to both share warm, genuine laughs. You loved the way his eyes and nose scrunched up, the way he grinned. You liked hearing his loud giggles and laughs, the way he leaned back and threw his head, and the way he swept his fringe from his eyes to get a very good look at you whenever you spoke; an astounding contrast from the Leon you first met.
Sometimes, you'd catch films together or go for walks in parks. Whenever you suggested an interest in a place such as a shopping centre, a zoo or a landmark, he'd instantly plan a day out with you, just the two of you, going wherever you wanted. And you'd do the exact same for him. You were quickly introduced to his friends, and him to yours. Everyone got on without fault, it was truly meant to be.
His gifts, whilst stressfully frequent and undeserved, were always thought out. From hand-adorned items to homemade food and good deeds, he gave you wonders money could never buy, and was always extremely grateful for whatever you gifted him with in return, especially your time. Leon treasures you, and he won't let you forget it. He always tells you how much you mean to him, and after every time you meet in person, he texts you and thanks you for the day, wishing you'd get home safely.
That's not the only time he messages you though. Sometimes, you wake up to a 'good morning' or a 'thank you again for yesterday.' Sometimes it's well wishes for the day ahead, others he's sent you a meme or a post he thinks you'll like. You feel as though this man is your best friend, your soulmate even. But unfortunately, he wasn't yours. Specifically, you feel this for about the next 4 months.
Recently, Leon's begun to tell you when he sees someone he likes. He tells you all about them: how beautiful their body was, how lovely their face. He tells you how wonderful their voice made him feel, or how nervous he was to approach them. He asks for advice, and he thanks you a billion times, reminding you that if it weren't for you, he'd never have any of this. He wouldn't have the confidence, the power or the freedom to find true love, and it was thanks to you that he could get out there.
He could love and be loved, and it wouldn't be by you.
But that was okay.
It was bittersweet, sure, it was bittersweet, but Leon was your friend. You protected each other, you looked out for one another, and that meant wanting the other to be happy. You'd find someone, and whether he did or not, the only thing you could be was grateful that he'd be happy, and far away from his horrible past.
Strange, though, it never seemed to work out. Each interest, he'd have an excuse for. You couldn't recall how many times you'd heard the blonde nervously explain that he'd 'chickened out' or claim to have 'lost interest.' Leon once went as far to claim that he was too busy between you and work, but when that upset you and he realised it'd sounded entirely as unintended, he spent about 10 solid minutes apologising and babbling and another 15 with his tail between his legs.
You wonder if he's lying to please you. And then you wonder if he tells others about his time spent with you? Could it be that you matter more or less than those he crushes on? Or, do you mean more or less than his other friends?
Woah pal, stop right there. No more of those thoughts, damn.
You've got to focus right now! You're walking home with Leon after your 9-5, and he's eagerly telling you about his own day at work. It's an early summer evening, and everything seems to be in full bloom. The trees sway in soft winds, proving you both with graceful shade from the slow-setting sun. Leon's walking with you, risking looking like an idiot whilst he uses his umbrella to further shelter you from the heat as you exchange information about your day. You decide to take a detour through your local park.
"I'm glad I could get off work on time to walk with you today!", Leon sighs, aimlessly strolling alongside you, seeming to be trying to draw out the duration of your walk, "It's been such a shit week, but now we can just relax, right?? Feels good to catch up."
"Yeah, of course", you laugh, always seeming to be in a good mood when around him, especially watching him kick at the gravel below his feet as he keeps a hand in his pocket. He seems to be acting casual, while desperately fighting going home and parting ways. "Sorry I was a bit quiet earlier, just thinking. Also, busy day for me too."
"Oh? Thinking about what?", he pries, innocent and curious, but you're not at all in a position to be honest about that.
"Just work, nosey!" Leon grumbles at your response before chuckling. Then, he is promptly approached by a very excited dog, which jumps up at him, barks excitedly and lets him pet him before running over to you and then off to its owner. "Awwwww cutteeee" Leon coos, unintentionally putting on a very sweet pet voice as he watches the dog leave, slightly sad.
"You like dogs?" It was amusing, to say the least.
"Love them, love them so much, we used to have a doggie growing up, he was the best." Leon proceeds to tell you about the dog he used to have, including some memories of their times spent together.
"Oh really?... Hey Leon, if you were a dog, which-"
"Retriever. Golden retriever." He replies instantly, well, at least he was self aware.
Eventually, you and Leon each your home. Just as before, he seems reluctant to leave you. Doing your best to hide your joy, you invite him in. You're a lot less excited than you would have been say a few weeks or months ago, having somewhat come to terms with your platonic relationship. Leon, however, is not so good at hiding his excitement as he rushes inside and gets comfortable. He kicks off his shoes, jumps onto your couch and prepares to be pampered.
"Hey, what's gotten into you?" You laugh, disbelieving. "What do you know that I don't this time?" You trudge over to Leon slowly after removing your own shoes, an eyebrow raised. Your confused expression is met with his chill, enthused own.
"No.. uh, nothing I just wanted to chill. Wanna watch a film??" He does seem a little apologetic, to his credit.
"Yeah, alright, a film will do. Mister 'In my house', I will watch one of my films. Netflix?"
"And chill." He interjects, smoothly. What's gotten into this guy? To be fair, it'd been the first time in months he hadn't been able to see you in a few weeks due to work, so he was probably just interested in catching up.
You both get comfortable on the couch, quite close to each other, and chat the night away as you watch film after film. Until you get hungry, that is.
"Hey, uh, what'd you wanna do for dinner?" his voice rings out amongst the loud action scene you're mutually enthralled with. "I could get takeout, as a sorry for inviting myself in?"
"it's all good Leon... uhh... actually, I kinda have leftovers from yesterday. You mind?" You worry for a second that Leon won't want to eat your seconds, especially reheated. You'd completely understa-
"Sure! I'll go find it." Well, that was nice of him. Leon makes his way to the fridge after gently shaking you off from your comfy cuddling position. (It had developed overtime) and with your instruction, finds the food. Soon, he brings back a bowl of spaghetti each, and some popcorn for later, and you continue to enjoy your night.
You enjoy your night so much in fact that you end up falling asleep on the couch, in between Leon's legs. Originally, you'd been sitting there, entirely innocently. Upon waking up, however, you were laying against him, curled up on his chest with his arms wrapped firmly around you. The glowing digital clock by your TV told you it was late, as did Leon's soft purrs and heavy breaths just above you as he relaxed there with you in his arms.
He'd since turned off the TV, probably to allow you to sleep, and whilst it was too dark in the room to see him, you could feel the strong beat of his heart and the slow rise and fall of his chest, lifting and dropping you methodically as he rested there with you. You were unsure whether Leon was awake or asleep, but didn't move to check, for fear he may become spooked and change positions. That was probably your worst nightmare at this moment, because this was the first time you'd ever been this close and intimate with your good friend.
Was it really so bad? So disrespectful to like him?
How could you not like him when everything about him was so wonderful?
He was handsome and strong, kind and considerate. And he smelled... so good. You relax into him a little further, taking in his warmth, revelling in how his muscular arms held you as if they'd never let you go. Oh how you wished it could be true. You wanted him to hold you like this all the time, you wanted him to love you, to mean it. Each soft breath from his nose fanned your fringe, tickling you slightly as you let out a very small yawn and melted against him. Just like that, hands on his chest, head by his neck, you fell asleep again.
When you woke up and Leon was gone you couldn't help but wonder if it was all a dream. The most sad dream: a fake paradise. It was all you'd ever wanted, and Leon's absence in your awakening only proved it was merely a mirage. The plates from last night's dinner were gone, and as you came to you could hear the sounds of something frying coming from your kitchen. You could also hear Leon cursing to himself about where things were or any other mishaps that may have been occurring. Lazily, you opt to lay in.
After a while, soft padding sounds alert you to Leon tiptoeing over to you as if in a cartoon, eager to not wake you up or disturb you, but alas, you were awake. He curses himself again.
"Morning sleepy head" He coos, ducking down to your level as you lay on the couch to look you in the eyes "You feeling alright? I'm making breakfast!"
You nod groggily and rub your eyes, stretching as your voice cracks "Heyyy Leon... Thanks. you didn't have to... What are we having?"
"Sit up and find out!" He chirps, dashing back to the kitchen "I lied actually, I finished! It's ready! Give me a minute!" Once you've sat up and woken up a little, Leon brings you a plate of food. The portions are hearty but that's not his merit, it's your food! It's also delicious, if not a little... extra crispy. (We all know Leon is not a master chef) Together, you and Leon enjoy breakfast and you afterwards excuse yourself to get changed and ready for the day.
When you're back, Leon's washed up and is sitting on your couch looking quite serious. He sits you down to have a talk, and immediately you worry. You'd completely forgotten about last night, having written it off as a dream like an idiot. Could that be what he was about to speak about?
"Listen... Y/N", he begins. His voice is a soft whisper, yet it's assertive, and commands your attention. Once you nod and lock eyes, he continues. "About last night..." Oh no, this couldn't be good. "I woke up in the middle of the night, and I don't know if you did but-"
"I'm sorry Leon I didn't mean to fall asleep on you I'm really sorry-"
"Oh..." Leon hums and looks away thoughtfully for a while. What? Was that not what he was talking about? What the- "Alright, that's okay. I wanted to say actually that I was sorry if I made you uncomfortable... I wasn't sure if you were awake at any point but I didn't want to risk waking you so I thought it would be best if I left you." Your heart sinks a little at his words. How sweet of him.
You know what? You could tell him now, you could tell him how you feel... or how you did feel, and it'd be in the open, and then you guys could go back to being friends.
With Leon, at least, you never doubted that he would accept your emotions and stay friends.
"Actually Leon, I did wake up, yeah... I liked it, I really liked sleeping with you. It felt safe." Leon's baby blue eyes widen suddenly as he watches you. They almost shiver, he looks strangely emotional as he hunches over forward, listening intently to you and not once dividing his attention. "Leon... I have to be honest with you.. I think I liked it because I like you, you know... Like like, like... as in..." You trail off, feeling pathetic and instantly regretting your words, and this time, Leon doesn't instantly pipe up.
He just sort of sits there in silence... for a while.
"You're very special to me, Y/N."
Oh God. Here it comes, here's where he tells you that he sees you as a friend or sibling or whatever else.
"I think you mean more to me than anybody I've ever met does. I only met you about a year ago, and yet since then, I can't even begin to count all of the things you've done for me- the ways you've made me feel... But... were you... Were you talking about dating?" He's hesitant and wildly bashful, which you can't help but be worried by. In an ideal situation, he'd just tell you he loves you, and you'd, I don't know, get married or something.
"Leon... I'm sorry I said it, it's ok that you don't feel the same... Can we just stay friends please?" Your eyes drop to the floor beside Leon, unable to even look at any part of him. You feel guilty and awkward, and regret opening your mouth two minutes ago.
You also feel Leon's gentle, large hand cupping your cheek, slowly guiding you to look back up at his kind eyes and reassuring smile. "I feel the same. I love you, I just thought I had no chance with you, you know? And I wasn't ready, but now..." His other hand cups your face, and he stoops a little to look up into your eyes, giving himself to you, "I really really want you, and I'm ready to admit it."
There's a small silence as you feel your eyes well up. Leon notices and quickly melts, face softening as you bewitch him and he sighs, giggling "Ahhhhh, look at you! You're just so amazing..." he seems stunned, gazing on at you in awe. To him, you were all 8 natural wonders of the world and more, and he decided to prove it by getting a little cocky.
"Sooo... did you wanna date me?? Maybe get on my d-"
"Yes, Leon, Yes I do want to go out with you" you breathe, quickly cutting him off before he can take your beautiful moment to any kind of low. Perhaps that was his plan. As soon as he gets your confirmation, his smile crowds his reddened cheeks and he pulls you in for a soft, lingering kiss.
At first, he's shy, cupping your face tenderly as if afraid you'll leave, but as you wrap your arms around him and pull him close, he cuddles into you. You fuse together, relishing in the others' touch and warmth, smiling into the kiss you share before pulling away to further confess your love to one another.
What a start to the morning. It's 11am, Leon Kennedy is your boyfriend, and he's impatiently waiting outside your bedroom door for you to be ready. Ready for what? Ready for a whole day of being paraded around as his partner.
Aaaand then a whole week of it...
And then a whole month...
And so on.
Funny how time flies!
Hi! Sorry I come out with fics so rarely now! I'm kinda lazy! I don't intend to do another part for this fic! But that's just cuz I think others need one a bit more desperately! I hope you liked it I really do! No ideea where I was going (I'm saying that too much lately!) Anyway hope you enjoyed cute wholesome Leon! Sorry if it didn't go as you want! Please message to ask for stuff maybe! Thanks for reading I love you bye!
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Just a couple of random shots of my boys I took while testing mods. This is probably my new favorite nomad outfit of Goro's, along with his new tattoo. Also I made this tattoo with nomad Goro in mind, however seeing him with it out of nomad clothes, I am keeping it on him permanently for sure, and he may or may not have been influenced by Vaughn to get ink, since he's always admired Vaughn's tattoos. Especially the way Vaughn detailed every piece of art on his body like poetry.
"It has meaning, they all do. Especially the one that says Goro in the middle." (pointing to the tat on his tummy).
Which than prompted Goro to get Vaughn's name on his chest. After being together for 5 years, he didn't feel so weird about it anymore.
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These were more recent photos I took. You can see Vaughn's name on his chest, and I thought it was a sweet placement, right near his heart. Vaughn has Goro's name tattooed more near his.. lower area, and did that as a little gag, cos he likes messing with Goro. But Goro actually found it endearing, Vaughn is goofy and silly, and that was one of the main things Goro fell in love with.
The contrast in these photos is so crazy to me. Nomad Goro is more my canon, although I do enjoy putting him in all types of situations haha. (Zombie and Vampire AU my beloveds).
This post was mainly just an excuse to show off multiple sets since I couldn't decide which to post, there's so many I have hidden and kept to myself, but I really love these photos.
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I've always wanted these two to have a fun and silly dynamic between them. They've both been through hell and back in their lives before they met each other, and even after they met they still went through the wringer. It brought them closer together, made them fall even harder, and Goro was very aware of Vaughn's out there personality, which was something he really really loved, as annoying as he is sometimes! I guess you can say Vaughn rubbed off on him, he def lightened up a ton in Vaughn's company.
There's also so much I could talk about as far as Goro being a nomad goes, I'll talk about that separately another time. :) That version of him is very near and dear to me, so so so so important, and I'm glad I could give him that. So yeah! Anyways sorry for rambling, lol. I'm nuts about these two. ♥
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Author's note: I modelled for the first time. My lower back is dead.
Imagine sketching Peter for class.
The afternoon was a perfect time to sit in the studio: sunlight barged into the room through the wide windows, warming up the hardwood floor scattered with paint splashes. Canvases were stacked against the walls - an unseen collection of the only painter he ever cared about. Hesitantly, Peter sat in a chair a few feet away from the easel.
"So, uh... Do I just sit here?"
He looked curiously small on the chair; anxious that he might disturb the artistic sanctity of the studio. Peter's eyes glazed over the random pots, vases and rocks scattered around the room - it didn't come to him at first that they were props for putting up still nature. The aforementioned canvases, as much as he could see, all had your name written on their backs and Peter began to wonder whether all of them were a breathtaking show of your artistry.
Peter loved your paintings and not only because they were yours - it felt as if, for a moment, he got to see the world through your eyes and the sight he was presented had never been short of wonderful. Anytime you showed him your newest piece, he fantasised what it would be like to be the subject of your art: did you see him as equally beautiful as you did the rest of the world? But now that the moment of truth came a-knocking at his door, Peter felt uneasy. He wasn't sure whether his lovesick heart could take so much of your undivided attention.
"Yeah, pretty much," you shrugged. It escaped your attention that reddish bashfulness crept unto his face seeing you in the baggy shirt. The once white material was wrinkly, dirtied with various paints, glue, charcoal and spray paint. Peter found it endearing that you carried a tortillon and a piece of chalk in the chest pocket. "Whatever's comfortable for you. We'll take a break after every forty-five minutes but if you need one earlier just say so."
"Alright," he answered with a slight nod.
The smaller, less precise, sketch you began making on a smaller piece of paper was coming together a little too fast to simply be a drawing of a silhouette you were portraying for the very first time. Maybe Peter's lovelorn anxiety would ease if he was to see all of the sketches of him you had already made - each one more secretive than the other, drawn with passion but quite a little time, using up all the minutes you could spare during class.
"Let me just mark where your feet are," you said while stretching a long piece of tape. "And we can start."
Except for the creaking floorboard and the sounds of traffic outside, the studio was silent. With utmost loving fascination, Peter watched you working. Each of the quick and ever-so-frequent glances you spared him, were piercing through his body. Sitting there, although he was fully clothed, Peter felt naked under your focused gaze; there wasn't a wrinkle on his clothes or a freckle on his skin that could escape the eagle eyes of an artist committing a masterpiece. He knew that he wasn't supposed to move around a lot and, to be frank, didn't want to disturb you but there was a thought he couldn't quite let go.
"Can I ask you something?" he interrupted the pleasant silence.
"What's up?" You appeared greatly unbothered by the disturbance, still sketching and checking proportions with your pencil.
"Why did you choose me?" he asked in a quiet hesitation. Partially, he expected a completely mundane answer regarding availability. The more naive part of him, however, clung to the delusion that there was a different, less platonic, reason.
Upon hearing the question, you stopped drawing. Peter caught your gaze but not for long - you went back to sketching but in a visibly less relaxed manner. Noticing your sudden, unexpected uneasiness, Peter wanted to apologize but your answer came sooner:
"Well..." you trailed off, thinking about what to say for a moment. "We were drawing poem titles from a hat. I got 'When' by Lang Leav."
"Don't know it." Peter slightly shook his head but stopped nearly right away, remembering that he was supposed to sit still.
"It ends beautifully," you told him. Peter noticed the softness of your voice along with the gentle smile that appeared on your face as if at that moment you were reliving those last words from a poem. Standing there, with afternoon sunlight brightening up your tender joy, Peter suddenly knew everything he needed to about art. "Remember this and only this, if nothing else you can recall. There was a life a girl once led where you were loved the most of all."
You quoted the poem with such ease as if a garden of blooming roses didn't just rip his chest open.
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