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Rocking the Tides 🌊

RE4R!Leon S. Kennedy x Spy!reader

A/N: I'm not dead, yay!! I've been so busy and just couldn't find the time to write. I have an extra long treat for you guys, though! Thank you for the request, dear anon!! Enjoy <3

~Fi 🪻

Prompt: you can find the ask here!

Requested by: anon

Warnings: NSFW CONTENT. proceed with caution. PiV, creampie, nipple play, rough sex, knife kink (kinda?) sexual tension, big feelings, angst, depictions of heavy injuries, near death.

Word count: 4.8k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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You comfortably moved in the shadows, sneaking around in the dark, observing everything you could. And right now, that was him. Leon Kennedy. The Presidents golden boy. Tsk. You wanted to roll your eyes so far back that you could see your brain. There was nothing golden about him. There was only rust. He was the rust eating away at your sanity. Worming its way through your thoughts. There was an angry scowl waiting in the back of your throat every time he crossed your path. And that happened way too often.

Now it was your turn.

You quietly followed him through the rugged roads of this corrupt village. You'd stumbled upon him, having to do a double take. Your eyes didn't deceive you, it was in fact Leon Kennedy you saw moving around in the village. Ever so stoic and organized. Questions plagued your mind. What was he up to? Why was he here? Why was he always in your way? Questions that he'd have to answer sooner or later. And he would need to answer to you. Your favorite part, by far, was fucking with him.

So, you'd occasionally snap a twig or two, throw a small rock against a broken window just to see his head shoot towards the noise. There was an uncertainty in his eyes every time. What was that? After searching around with his iron gaze, he'd decided it was nothing and moved on. Ha. Fool. It wasn't nothing. It was you. And he was in for a.. shall we say warm welcome.

"Boo," you whispered from right behind him after having caught him off guard and sneaking up to him. He was looking at a map of the place, brows scrunched together and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. How careless. And cute. Leon nearly jumped out of his skin, his shoulders tensing. But he remembered his training. Without thinking he immediately turned around and pressed his combat knife to your throat.

A warm welcome indeed. As warm as your breath that fanned over his neck, sending chills down his spine. Like he'd felt that before. He didn't know whether it was good or bad. He shuddered at the thought. Not being able to tell good from bad when it came to you.

The second his eyes fell on you, with your innocent smile as you batted your eyelashes at him, the fear struck and uncertain look on his features was replaced with a frown.

Leon kept the knife pressed to your throat, a stoic expression on his face. "Oooh kinky," you teased, a smirk on your face. "What do you want?" He asked firmly, not acknowledging your comment. "Just seeing the sights, that's all," you replied with a way to enthusiastic smile on your face. At least for Leon's liking. He clenched his jaw and looked away from you before his gaze met yours again. "Cut the bullshit. What are you doing here?" He urged, pushing the blade closer against the delicate skin of your neck. He was getting aggravated. Perfect.

"Can't I check up on my favorite rival?" You pouted innocently. "But if you must now," you began with a sigh, making a shimmer of curiosity appear in Leon's blue eyes, "that's classified."

You smirked. He let out a scoff. It just was so fun to toy with him like this. How his eyes darkened, his jaw muscle tensing, the vein on his neck deliciously popping out. It was sight for Gods. As much as you disliked him.. he looked good. Like really fucking good. Too good.

"You're wasting my time." He scowled angrily, putting his knife back in the sheath. You watched him as he walked away from you and continued his path. "What? No goodbye kiss?" You playfully shot after him, which only earned you his middle finger in return. You had to physically stop yourself from laughing out loud because if you did, he surely would've shot you between the eyes.

Leon fucking despised you. Well, despise is a strong word. But to be fair, his feelings towards you were strong. Were they good strong feelings or bad ones? He didn't even know that. His insides twisted in anger every time he saw your face. You annoyed the shit out of him. Your relentless teasing and mocking which you thought was hilarious, the way you would act all innocent when he knew you weren't. Hell, he wasn't innocent either but at least he had the decency to admit it.

He couldn't stop thinking about you. You just wouldn't leave his brain. All he wanted you to do was fuck off out of his thoughts. And that little stunt you pulled back in the village? He would get you back for this tenfold. And he would win. Because let's be honest, this was a competition at this point.

You were strolling through this huge castle that you'd sneakily followed Leon and Ashley into, along the stretching hallways into grand rooms. You were on a job, but this was way more fun. You weren't a monster either, so you took out a few foes along the way. This Ashley... you liked her. She was young and confident. And she handled this situation like a champ. God knows you wouldn't have been this calm if you were in her place.

You may or may not have snagged a few expensive looking things on the way, too. The person living here obviously didn't need them anymore. Spotting an ornate vase in the corner of a room filled with nothing but marble statues, you walked towards it. It looked like a ballroom, a big open center that would be perfect to dance in. Waltzing through the grandiose room, you imagined what it would be like to attend such a ball. Being twirled and spun around by your handsome lover, your dress moving smoothly. Not that you had such a lover. You let out a huff feeling a little silly. Eh. It's not like anyone was watching you.

You picked it up and examined it, guessing how much you could get for it. It was beautifully crafted. Impressive work. Lost in thought, you ran options through your brain- 'would Tony buy this? Nah, he doesn't appreciate the fine arts as much as he should. I'll get Mary to get me a good price-'

Fucking bastard.

"Boo."

with a blood curdling scream, the vase slipped from your hands and crashed to the ground, shattering to hundreds of pieces. Every muscle in your body tensed and a terrifying feeling settled in your stomach. Spinning around with wide eyes filled with panic and the anticipation of what horrible thing was to come, you let out the breath you held when you saw Leon doubled over with laughter, holding his stomach.

The relief that washed over you quickly turned into rage. "Fucking asshole! I was gonna sell that!" You yelled, your face contorted in anger. "Do you know how hard it is to make a living with mercenary jobs?!" You added, your face turning red. Who the fuck does he think he is? This was going to be this months rent. But of course, Mr. Kennedy doesn't have to worry about that. Leon's fit of laughter came to an end as he wiped tears from his eyes.

"God, how did you not hear me? I wasn't even being quiet," he breathed out, a little breathless from laughing. "Fuck off, Kennedy." You spat, anger visible on your features. You pushed passed him, bumping your shoulder with his on purpose. Rather aggressively at that. Before you could strut away, Leon's large hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. A smirk was on his face as his grip on you never ceased and he began backing you against the nearest wall.

"Now, now, there's no reason to be so nasty, now is there?" He mused, still having that stupid smirk on his face. You laughed bitterly as your back hit the wall. "You would love if I'd get nasty, Leon," you smirked back. He had your wrist pinned against the cold marble, his other hand dangerously close to your waist. He chuckled deeply, leaning closer to your face. "I bet I would." He whispered teasingly, his warm breath blowing over your cheeks. You leaned in even closer, noses almost touching. Two can play that game. There was no way in hell you'd back down.

"Yeah, you would," you breathed. There was something different in his eyes. Something... new. Something you'd never seen before. A rare sparkle in his eyes.. was that.. longing? But.. why? Longing for what? You must've had an odd expression on your face, Leon's gaze hardened in a mere second and all traces of the seen before softness were hidden away.

"Well, I have to get going. But it was so lovely seeing you here, Agent Kennedy." You smiled, your lips almost ghosting over his. A smirk tugged at his lips, his fingertips grazing your waist. You were teasing the absolute daylights out of him, and well... he let you.

Swiftly, you grabbed a hold of him and turned the two of you around in one quick motion, making him hit the wall with a grunt. You'd snagged his knife while he was distracted and now he was the one with the knife to his throat. "Impressive." He muttered. You let out a small laugh. "I learned from the best, didn't I?" You grinned, gently trailing the knife down his chest for shoving it between his belt and pants.

You did learn from the best. You learned from him. You two had met in the police academy, became good friends, but ultimately went your own way. You'd crossed paths over the years, the friendly glances turning into an annoyed roll of the eyes. And now you were... what were you even? Who knows whatever the fuck you two had going on.

His gaze softened just a smidge at your words. "See ya," you said, turning around and walking away. He watched you walk away and a scoff fell from his lips. But not like the one in the village, no. Unlike this one, the other one was cold and full of spite. This one was.. lighthearted. You couldn't contain the smile on your cheeks as you heard him. You shot him a wink over your shoulder and slipped out of the room.

Leon sighed and chewed on his lips. He had no idea what to make of this situation. You made his blood boil but on the other hand, he only wanted to absolutely ruin you. Maybe even treat you right. Not the priority right now. Ashley was. Getting out of here alive was the priority. If a little side effect of said priority was seeing you again, well... Leon wasn't one to complain.

You were bored out of your mind. There was absolutely nothing to do. You were slouched in the driver's seat of the boat, your feet up on the steering wheel. Twirling the key around in your fingers, you stared out at the grey water and sky. This was so fucking dull. You were sure you would die of boredom. Leon's jacket was draped around your shoulders. You'd come across it at some point, wanting to rub your find in his face.

Finders keepers, losers weepers. But you couldn't deny the feeling of wanting to return it to him. To do something... nice. Your face contorted in disgust at the thought. It was probably really expensive, but it's not your fault he was careless enough to lose it. He could probably buy another one. It was very cozy, though, the soft fleece of the collar brushing against your skin ever so lightly. It was way too big on you, but it kept you warm.

Another thing you'd noticed was that it smelled like him. His cologne and natural musk. You had to stop yourself from getting lost in his scent. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you? You hate the guy. Can't stand him. Loath him. Yes. That's good. Just focus on the stuff you hate about him.

His stupid smirk on those stupid kissable lips, that you want so badly on every inch of your body and his stupid hands that you want to hold and those stupid, stupid eyes that express so much emotion and you want them to stare through you as he fucks your brains out-

Well that didn't work. You tried busying yourself with whatever just to got those thoughts out your head. You looked around the damp cave, pulling the jacket a little tighter around yourself. The boat gently swayed as the wind moved the water in small ripples and waves.

"Great, looks like I won't have to swim after all," Leon said to myself, the sound of heavy combat boots on wet stone eachoeing through the cave. A smirk crept onto your face as you heard him sigh in defeat and you could practically hear his shoulders slump and head fall forward when he caught sight of you.

"Aw, I thought you'd be happy to see me," you pouted. "So.. where are ya headed?"

"The uh.. the Island," he responded, loosely pointing out on the water. You gasped in fake excitement. "You don't say! That happens to be excatly where I'm going. What a coincidence," you marveled, obviously teasing him. "Need a ride?" You held up the little key, dangling it in his direction. Leon pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a deep sigh. "You're insufferable.." he grumbled before climbing in next to you. He sat down and looked at you expectantly to start the boat.

"Well? You wanna start the thing?" He urged, slightly annoyed. You laughed at him. "Oh, I don't drive, Leon," you said, dropping the key in his hand. "You gotta be fucking kidding me.." he mumbled, looking at you in disbelief. You moved over, brushing your ass against his crotch as you switched seats. You didn't miss how Leon tensed at the action. Leon cleared his throat and started the engine, finally getting closer to rescueing Ashley.

The salty spray of the sea hit your skin as you sped towards the Island. It was tangy on your tongue when you licked your lips. The ride was quiet, except for the occasional glance. "Why the hell are you wearing my jacket?" Leon asked, breaking the silence. "Found it," you replied dryly, not looking at him. "Where?"

"The village. Looked nice, be a shame to leave it to rot,"

He hummed. He looked like he didn't give another thought to you wearing his jacket, but in reality, it was driving him crazy. It looked way better on you than it did on him. Leon couldn't help the glances he shot you, the way his jacket was way too big on you. You were so much smaller than him. He could overpower you so easily, but he chooses not to.

His fingers were gripping the wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. Leon tried so hard to suppress the way his pants tightened when he saw you nuzzle into the collar of his jacket. Jesus christ, he shouldn't be thinking this. Not about you. But he couldn't help staring at your pretty lips, the way your soft hands fiddled with a strap on your pants, your effortlessly messy hair that framed your face so beautifully. How would the contours of your face look like scrunched together in otherworldly bliss as you lay beneath him, writhing in divine pleasure?-

Fuck, that just made him even harder. He steadied his gaze on the grey hues of the cliffs and the wild, rippling water.

"You ever think about Switzerland?" You asked, not looking at him. "Because I do. Every single fucking day I think about it, Leon." You said bitterly, an angry expression on your face. Leon felt a pang of guilt blossom in his chest. He stopped the boat, the rumble of the engine disappearing, only the soothing crashing of the waves being heard. He thought about it, too. His night terrors recalled the events for him every single night.

The Switzerland incident was a couple of years ago. Both you and Leon had been assigned on a mission, albeit separate ones, you'd decided it was better to team up than to storm in and potentially end up six feet under. Umbrella had a small laboratory hidden deep within the alps, where they were experimenting with a new bio weapons. Nothing unusual. You were sent to eliminate the threat and shut it down for good.

What wasn't usual, however, was the fact that it was all a fucking ruse. There was no bio weapon, no Umbrella scientists, no threats. Just a huge pile of dynamite. It was all staged just to get the two of you here and blow you into space. When you'd learned of this, you sprinted out, reaching our for the light at the exit of the cave. The place came down anyway, rocks and boulders tumbling upon you, walls collapsing. You ran for your life, Leon close on your tail. And then, it happened.

The thing you've been thinking about for years still. A large boulder broke off the ceiling, aiming directly for you. Your eyes went wide when you heard the loud noise, preparing yourself for your end. There was no way you'd get out of the way in time. The impact never came. Instead, you heard a grunt and you were pushed out of the way, your body hitting the rough stone.

Leon had pushed you out of the way. He saved you. He was buried beneath the rock, blood flowing. It was horrific. He almost died. Just because he saved you. You still remembered the weight of his body, having to drag his unconscious and bloody self out of the collapsing cavern. Your forearms were burning, your back felt like it was about to snap in half. The tears that were running down your face as you wept burned your skin like acid. Thankfully, he survived, but... you've had too many dreams where he hadn't.

"Can't believe you would do something so fucking stupid.." you mumbled, the words like venom on your tongue. You never really forgave him for risking his life to save you. You were just a shady mercenary after all, doing shady jobs for shady people, risking innocent lives if it paid enough. Leon was working for the president. Stopping evil and chaos in his tracks, saving lives, instead of risking them. He did good things and wanted to do good things. Ever the hero. You were no hero.

"Stupid?" His brows pulled together. "I did what I had to, you know that."

"You almost died, you fucking idiot!" You yelled, turning to him. His jaw clenched and he gripped the steering wheel impossibly tighter. "Get that through your sick skull! And for what? For your fucking hero complex? So you could say you saved the girl-"

you were interrupted by Leon roughly grabbing your face and smashing his lips to yours. It was rough and messy, more teeth and tongue than lips. The string finally snapped. All the bubbling feelings and tension both of you had stuffed down were now going to spill out in an avalanche, suffocating both of you. You wasted no time climbing into his lap and tugging at his blonde locks. You'd wondered if some of your tugs at his hair were too hard, but he confirmed the opposite, groaning into your mouth every time you firmly yanked at his hair.

His strong and calloused hands were viciously kneading and grabbing at your waist, pulling you as close to him as he could. Leon pushed your shirt up, exposing your bra. There was a deep growl in the back of his throat. Pushing your bra down, your bare tits were now out in the open. The misty breeze of the sea was spraying on your skin, making you shiver. He groped at your chest, kneading the soft flesh in his hands. You moaned and whined, clawing at his shirt.

He pulled away breathless, pupils blown wide and lips puffy. Leon attached his mouth to your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin. His hands never left your tits, fingertips ghosting over your hardened nipples. Meanwhile, you whined and ground your hips against his crotch, feeling his throbbing cock against your clothed pussy. When he bit down on your neck, you squealed, feeling him smirk against your neck at your reaction. You grumbled and hit the back of his head, which just made him chuckle, the vibrations on your skin making a fuzzy feeling crawl up your spine. You raked your fingers down his chest until you reached the hem of his shirt, which you quickly made work of and it landed somewhere near the back of the boat.

Leon trailed sloppy kisses down your neck, all the way to your chest. He littered your skin in red and purple marks. Without warning, he took one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking at it. You threw your head back in ecstasy, cradling the back of his head, keeping him close to your tit. He tugged and rolled your other nipple in his calloused hand, making you mewl. You fiddled with his belt, which was difficult with one hand, needing to get it off. He used your moment of distraction to take your nipple between his teeth and gently bite down.

You gasped, yanking him back by his hair. "Stop biting, asshole." You gritted through your teeth breathlessly. He looked so good right now, messy hair, blushed cheeks and puffy lips. That shit eating grin on his face really rounded out the whole thing. "You love it, Princess." He smirked, the nickname making you weak in the knees.

"Shut up," you breathed, smashing your lips to his. Leon helped you unbuckle his belt, taking his hard dick out from his boxers. You moaned when you felt the warmth and heavy weight of it in your hand. You couldn't wait anymore, the ache between your thighs and the tension in your lower stomach were driving you insane. Leon must've been as eager as you, he pulled down your pants and your panties in one swift motion before you could. You were absolutely dripping. Leon groaned against your lips, pushing his tongue in your mouth.

Positioning your wet cunt over his cock, you sank down, taking all of him. The stretch was delicious, making you pull him closer. "F-Fuck- Baby," he whined, bucking his hips up into yours. The tip of his dick hit that one spot inside of when he moved his hips, making you moan. You fit like puzzle pieces, made for eachother, slotting together perfectly. "Leon.. " you moaned, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. One of his hand was on your lower back, the other on your waist.

"Move." He demanded breathlessly, digging his nails into your soft skin. You nodded, moving off his cock and letting yourself fall down on it. You let out a broken mewl, biting down on Leon's shoulder. He let his head fall back, chuckling when he felt your teeth sink into his skin. "Look who's biting now, huh?" He teased, that stupid smirk on his face once again.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you..." you cried, emphasizing each phrase with a sharp slam of your hips.

You hated him for being so reckless. You hated him for being so stupid. You hated that he cared. He risked his life. For you. You hated how he made you feel when you were clutching his bleeding body, as he slowly slipped away from you. You hated how he grew distant and cold, leaving you yearning for closure and warmth. Yearning for him. "I hate you.." you croaked out half heartedly, gripping him tightly.

Leon bit his lips, hazily looking up at your blissed out form. You looked like an angel to him, strands of your sticking to your forehead from the damp breeze of the ocean and your sweat. Your face contorted in pleasure with tear streaks on your cheeks, the column of your throat deliciously exposed, your plush tits moving with the rhythm of your hips. Both of you needed this so bad. Needed the closure. After that mission a couple of years ago... you needed to feel him. Hold him close. You needed to know he was still here. That he wouldn't leave you ever again.

He felt like that, too. He wished he could've held you back then and assured you that everything was alright while you sat above his nearly dead form, wailing. His heart ached at the thought of hot tears spilling down your pretty face, letting out helpless scream after helpless scream as he lay dying in your arms. He was panting, the pleasure of your sweet pussy sqeezing him overwhelming him. "Hate me harder.. please.." he moaned, both of his hands now finding their place on your hips, aiding your movements.

"Do you know how fucking cute you looked back at the castle, twirling around like no one was watching? That little giggle you let out when you- fuck- when you tripped over your own feet? I had to try so hard not to take you right there, push you against the wall and fuck you dumb.." he rambled breathlessly. Your hips stuttered and broken moans left your lips at his confession.

"Don't let me go.." you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck. He snaked his hands around your waist and pulled you close to him, your chest pressed to his. His forehead hit your shoulder, you could feel his hot, staggered breaths against your skin.

"I won't.. I promise.." he panted, rubbing circles into the plush skin of your waist. He was hitting that spongy spot inside of you over and over again, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. "S-Shit.. Leon, please kiss me.." you groaned, taking his face in your hands. You looked at him through glassy eyes, lips parted. "Anything for you,"

he pressed his lips to yours, the kiss being desperate and hungry, yet so incredibly soft. You melted against him, still bouncing on his cock. Whines and whimpers left both of you, the pent up tension that's been following you two for years making it hard to last any longer. The boat rocked, swaying in the water.

The cool wind made goosebumps appear on your skin, yet you've never felt hotter. The slams of your hips became harder as you chased your release. "M'so close.. I- Fuck, I need you to come inside of me, please, Leon.." you whimpered against his lips, making a deep groan erupt from his chest. "Me too, sweetheart.. k-keep going.." he sighed, trailing a hand down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on your bundle of nerves.

You gasped at the contact of his calloused fingers on your sensitive clit. You desperately moved your hips faster. Feeling that familiar sensation form in your stomach you grasped onto Leon tighter, afraid he might vanish. A shivering feeling crawled up your spine, every nerve in your body tingling. You came with his name on your lips, the way your cunt tightend around him made him spill inside of you with a slurry cry of your name.

You could feel his hot cum painting your velvety insides, dripping down your thighs onto his, mixing with your own slick. He twitched inside of you, making you let out a little surprised moan. Both of you were panting messes, flushed skin and droplets of sweat dripping down your bodies. "Oh, okay, wow, um.. we actually fucked on the boat.." you said wide-eyed. Leon chuckled, caressing your waist.

"Um, yeah we did. Real glad it didn't tip over.." he muttered. You laughed, your smile lighting up this grey day. You sighed, laying your head on his shoulder. "Can we stay like this for a while?" You mumbled into his shoulder. Leon had a soft smile on his face. "Yeah, we can," he whispered back, draping his jacket over you.

"I need you in my life." He said, rubbing his hand up and down your back. you've been aching to hear those words for years now. "I need you too, blondie,"

He smiled at the nickname you'd given him years prior. "If you almost die on me again, I will kick your ass, got it?" You said sternly. "Yes, Ma'am." He answered with a sigh, closing his eyes and just enjoying the feeling of you in his lap. Truthfully, he never wanted to let you go ever again. He placed sweet kisses on the exposed skin he could reach.

"You should probably come up with an excuse why it took you so long to get Ashley," you mumbled, feeling sleepy. You just felt so safe, you couldn't help but get drowsy.

"Oh shit."

He had completely forgotten about that.

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I hope you liked it, anon! Stay tuned for more Leon content~

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ofstardustanddreaming · 7 days

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craving your time

preference summary: the companions and trying to spend more time with you, their crush.

content warnings: none

fandom: baldur's gate 3

characters: astarion, gale, wyll, halsin

gender neutral reader

anon request

Astarion: He's the type of person to glare at you across the camp, wondering why you weren't giving him attention. He thought it was pretty obvious he wanted to spend time with you, and was wondering why you wouldn't come over to spend time with him. He thought he was making his feelings obvious by sending you heart eyes from across the camp. Eventually, he'll realize that in order to spend time with you, he'll have to initiate some sort of contact you. He would come over to you at camp, which is where he prefers if he's going to spend time with you, and he'll sit next to you by your tent. You would always welcome his company, which makes him flustered a bit. He's not used to the positive energy around him, which is now why he tries to spend as much time with you as possible. His way of hanging out is to sit next to you without asking if he can, he likes to try and worm his way in. It means the fear of rejection isn't there if he doesn't ask. But you don't mind, you were happy when Astarion finally takes the hint to come sit next to you.

Gale: He has those puppy vibes for sure, to spend time with you, he'll hang around you in any situation there is. Whether it's the middle of a battle, if you're cooking at camp, or even talking with someone else, he tries to be around you constantly. And it makes you happy, because it's always nice to have someone to fill the void of silence that you find yourself enveloped in. You love to hear what he says to you, loving his conversations. His way of trying to spend more time with you is pulling you into any thought he has, hoping there was some spark of any conversation that you would hop in as well. He wants to hear you speak on topics that interest you, and with his nervous rambling because he likes you so much, he's hoping that you find any topic he rambles about interesting, so that way you'd hop in to speak. It works though, and he's always taken off guard when he sees you smile sweetly at him, enjoying his ramblings. It causes him to blush, stuttering over his words. But in the end, it was a good way to get to spend more time with you.

Wyll: He'll sweetly ask you if you want to join him in some of the activities he's doing. His way to spend time with you, his crush, is to try and find something for you guys together, as a guise to ask more questions about you. He wants to always know more about you, but he also needs to do something that takes away from his nerves about being in the same vicinity as you. So what better way than to ask you to join him in doing some sort of hobby in the downtime you guys have as you talk? Eventually it grows into dancing with each other as you talk, him taking the moment to compliment you at any point you could. It made his heart hammer to be so forward, but he was falling heads over heels for you, and had wanted to express it in some way. He knows it pays off when he sees you flustered as well. In general, his favorite ways to try and spend time with you is to bring you into doing something with him. He wants to hang out in quiet areas where you can hear each other, not wanting others to interrupt your time together.

Halsin: He's more blunt about wanting to hang out with you. With how long he's been alive, he's more in tune with his emotions. He's flirty, always laying that on thick whenever he got a chance to be with you. He didn't really care if he had an audience or not, enjoying the chance to make you more flustered. If he notices it's too much though, he'll take a step back. But he's more straight forward about asking you to hang out with him and he's open to doing whatever it is you want to do. He'll throw in his ideas, but truthfully he'll do anything if it means being able to hang out with you. The group notices his ways of trying to hang out, and with everyone knowing with your anxiety about wanting to be there for the whole camp, the group will help as much as they can by saying they don't need help as often as they can. Particularly in camp, they'll try to put you with Halsin as much as they can so that way you're able to hang out. He's definitely not above asking for the others for help as well, asking for particular nights at camp to help out.

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woojoongstreasure · 2 months

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5:03PM | Lee Felix

Pairing: Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

Request: From Anon

Sypnosis: Felix doesn't want his not so secret favourite person to stay while they continue to practice.

Warnings: None. Mentions of reader being a staff member. Formally titled Happiest. This is a repost from my now deactivated blog.

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The cameras had finally stopped rolling for the day and Felix was sitting on the couch at the back of the dance practice room with his ‘not so secret’ favourite staff member, helping her eat the grapes she had stashed in her bag from lunch.

Felix just so happened to be also Y/N’s ‘not so secret’ favourite member of Stray Kids, even though she got on well with all of them, bonding mostly with Han and Lee Know whose personalities matched hers well. They had been the two who wormed their ways into not just her work life but her personal life too. Felix soon after created himself a special place in her heart, followed by the others. She couldn’t imagine her days without them, especially Felix. The closeness of the two always has the people around them questioning if they were dating. But so far, their relationship has consisted of friendship and mutual pining, neither of them wanting to make the first move because of the possible consequences they would face.

“Are you going to keep practicing?” She asks him, trying to make herself more comfortable on the couch while facing him.

“I think Channie hyung wants to go over the choreography a few more times,” he tells her, taking her legs and places them over his lap. His small hands, that were somehow bigger than hers by less than a centimetre, starts kneading at her thighs.

“I should probably head out then,” she says, even though she usually likes to hang around for a little while longer to watch them practice without having to be working and having cameras around. “I’ve got to run a few errands before heading home.”

“Stay please,” Felix pouts giving her sad eyes to get her to stay. "I like having you here, watching us. It motivates me to keep going,” he suddenly blurts out when she looks at him, not convinced.

At his words, her cheeks burn red, as she lifts her hands to her face. She always did it when someone made her blush, not wanting the other person to see how affected she was by their words or their actions.

“You can’t just say stuff like that, Lix,” she pretends to scold him from behind her hands. Though she wants nothing more than for his words to be true because when she’s with him she feels the happiest she’s ever been.

“But it’s true,” he said, the tone in his voice lower and more serious than a few minutes ago. He takes her hands in his and moves them away from her voice. “Please stay until we’re finished.”

“Can you two please stop flirting, we have stuff to do,” Bang Chan’s voice comes from the centre of the room, interrupting the two. Everyone was starting to get into their positions.

“Fine I’ll stay,” she gives in and moves her legs off his lap so he can join the others.

Felix smiles brightly and happily kisses her cheek before he makes his way over to the others and gets into the position they were going to be starting from.

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mikobeautifulheart · 1 month

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hi!! 💗

i was wondering if you could do a yuji drabble wherein he walks into our dorm and we're just BAWLING and he goes to comfort us thinking it's serious and is like "it's okay.. you're bf is here.." bc he SUCKS as comforting people (LMFAOO) and then after a while when we calm down we tell him (still crying..?) that one of our favorite MALE (heskeske) characters died in an anime and he just gets all dramatic and jealous and then gets gojo-sensei in on the situation 🤭🤭 like a whole AITA 💀

this request is a bit short and not so explanatory, but idc how you write it since it's yuji and i'll read ANYTHING abt yuji. 💋

ASK AND YOU. SHALL. RECIVEEEEE. (Recive it unedited.)

Here we go.

Yuji who sucks at comforting you only to getting jealous over 'guy'

Yuji knocks on your door, he wanted to drop off some of the books he borrowed from you only to get no response. It was weird because he knew you were in your dorm...

"NOOOOOO" You yelled making Yuji panic

"Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?" He said as he burst open your door only to see you balled up on your bed crying into your pillow while muttering random sentences hysterically.

"He was-HIC- so-HIC-"

"Calm down Y/N are you okay?!" Yuji asked scanning your body for any inguries

"NOO IM NOT" you shouted throwing the pillow in your arms at the T.V infront of you before going back to crying.

"Shhhh calm down what if Nobora hears you?" he said with an awkward look on his face.

You stopped everything and stared at him.

"You monster-" you said before the tears rolled down your cheeks again.

"Do you not care?" you said through tears with your lip quivering.

"Okay, okay, i'm sorry but I can't help you if I don't know wats wrong." he said rubbing circles in your back in an attempt to soothe you.

It was no use because you really started to cry now.

"What's going on? I heard someone crying" Gojo asked sticking his head in the door way of your dorm.

"First he-he, and now Yuji, MY OWN BOYFRIEND DOSEN'T CARE ABOUT ME"

"I DO!" he retaliates

Gojo scans the room laying his eyes on your T.V seeing the end credits of Demon slayer playing. His face went white.

"No- Don't tell me-"

You nodded your head up and down aggressively while sniffing into a tissue

"RENGOKU-SAN" Gojo yelled grabbing the T.V by the screen watching the credits go by.

Yuji finally realized what this was all about.

"Are you kidding me?" He turned to you stiffly.

"Y/N...He's not real, your crying over someone who's not real-"

You and Gojo both froze

"Yuji, clearly you don't understand the gravity of the situation" Gojo starts.

"You see when someone with a pure heart and soul dies, no matter if they are real OR NOT, its a hard loss. Its like if they killed the earth worm man in the first Human worm movie."

Yuji turns his attention back to you

"You didn't even cry this much when I 'died'" Yuji mumbled

"THATS COMPLETLY DIFFERENT!" You said offended that he would even consider bring that up right now.

"YOUR RIGHT, HES NOT REAL AND YOUR CRYING OVER HIS DEATH WHILE I 'DIED' AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN CRY THIS MUCH."

Mean while Gojo laid on your floor muttering the lyrics to the end credit song while crying.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

AUTHORS NOTE: some of this totally isn't based off a personal experience. Anyways I hope this is close to what you wanted anon. And thanks for your request. reblogs are welcomed btw.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #yuji fluff #yuji itadori #yuji × reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #jjk #jujutsu itadori #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuji itadori x you #jjk x you #yuji itadori x reader #yuji imagines

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avesque · 1 year

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hi sweet darling my my myyy i adore your writing so very much and wanted to know if you are still taking requests from that one post you linked? if so i would love to see something with tsu’tey for the “i am in love with a moment we never had” + angst? something about him with some angst just scratches an itch in my brain idkkk lots of love btw mwah !<3

across the stars — tsu’tey

INCLUDES fem!reader, human!reader. angst. 1.1k words.

NOTE anon you are so sweet omg thank you so much! <3

jakesully hands tsu’tey a note one afternoon after the battle, a crumpled piece of folded paper with specks of dirt on the edges. it looks tiny and, tsu’tey admits, unimportant.

he refuses to take it.

the olo’eyktan sighs, pushing the scrap back in his direction. “come on, brother. it’s important.”

tsu’tey begs to differ, taking a step back and scowling at the chief. a small, immature part of him is still stingy about the turn of events; how he had no choice but to pass his title to jakesully when he was on the brink of death.

“it’s from y/n.”

tsu’tey stills. his ears fall back in his hair at the mention of your name, tail swishing in curiosity.

you were one of the researchers — a biologist, he remembers you saying — alongside grace who studied pandoran flora and fauna. before the war, you had wormed your way well into the clan with your bright smiles and tinkling laughter. despite being one of the sky people, no one was able to resist you.

you were magnetic.

tsu’tey prides himself in his great resolve, his firm judgment. he is as untrusting as one can be; calculative when needed and always skeptical.

though he cannot deny how even he was left defenseless to your charm. it pains him to admit it but he grew fond of your excited chatter, especially the way your little demon face would light up at the mere mention of new plants, among other things.

he snatches the paper in jakesully’s hands and leaves without a word.

the note has been tucked under the woven mat in his hut for days now. tsu’tey has convinced himself there are far more important things to focus on than your flimsy little gift, and as dawn breaks over the moon, he finds himself grappling for excuses he can tell himself to prolong the inevitable.

a frustrated scowl mars his face, jumping off his hammock and kneeling on the floor, lifting the carpet to reveal the folded scrap. it seems almost threatening as it sits there, staring back.

he chooses to get it done and over with.

he turns it over a few times, looking for something; anything, but all there is is smeared dirt. finally, with bated breath, he slips a finger in the crease and unfolds it.

the paper is filled with your neat handwriting, dark ink nearly glowing on the white background. his heart sinks a bit as he sees how little you wrote but he ignores the feeling.

my dearest, tsu’tey, it reads.

his hands shake and the paper crumples beneath his fingers.

you may be reading this while i am already off this moon, or you may be reading this with a scowl perfectly painted on your face with me in front of you. either way, i just hope you’re reading this.

i would first like to thank you for your warm welcome.

tsu’tey grunts at that, shifting on his haunches, something ugly bubbling in his chest, one he cannot name.

i know how difficult it must be to accept someone like me yet you did not push me away. (you did, but you are unsuccessful! i am just stubborn, and i’m glad i am.)

the countless moments i have spent with you are everything to me. i will hold them close to my heart forever.

from the deepest crevices of my heart, thank you. i appreciate all the things you’ve done for me. for showing me the flowers and telling me about them, letting me come with you on hunts, and for merely walking with me in the forest. i hope you enjoyed those moments as much as i did.

the sky people are going back on earth soon and i have decided to come with them. before i go, i will tell you a secret.

my heart has grown too fond of you. sometimes, i fear you can hear the way my heart beats a little faster when you’re near. you have enraptured me. you are the most beautiful creature i have ever laid my eyes upon.

but i —

the letter is cut off, scrawled over by strings of ink. it starts again below, and the words sends an arrow straight through his heart.

i am in love with a moment we never had. not entirely, i suppose, since i do not go over our moments the way you do. i do not experience them in a… friendly way, shall i say? the way you do. it does not translate the same way between us.

i have spent nights with you clouding my mind, the sound of your voice a hazy lullaby in my head. i have dreamt of holding you, of kissing you, of telling you i love you.

i see you, tsu’tey. even when i am no longer in this moon, remember that somewhere in this vast universe, someone out there sees you.

thank you for sharing a part of yourself with me.

yours, y/n.

the letter is nearly balled up in tsu’tey’s firm grip. it is miniscule compared to his hand, and it is a reminder of how small yours had looked in his when he guided you over rocks that one time he showed you around.

something sits heavy in his heart. guilt, he’s come to know. the sky people left just two days ago and jakesully had given him your letter a week before.

he falls back on the floor of his hut, the mat digging under his left thigh.

had he known of your feelings… had he conquered his fear and read your letter earlier…

because tsu’tey may be known for his great resolve but all it took was your blinding smile to spear through his walls. he was untrusting as one can be but the trust you have shown you had in him had him wavering.

he suppose it is just right that he was stripped of his title. one so mighty will not cower before a piece of paper, but he had, and he missed the one chance eywa has given him to let you know of his feelings that had grown and bloomed over the course of your moments spent together.

he has nothing of you to remember by except this letter and the guilt that has taken root over his chest. he knows it will stay right there as long as he lives.

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intimidating-fettuccine · 1 month

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Drug dealer: you got the Benjamins?

Y/N: Oh yeah I got the Bens

*Y/N, pulls out various printed photos of Ben*

Drug dealer: no I mean the green

Y/N: He wears green :

Drug dealer:.....

Based on your recent post, also hi Intimiccini it's your favorite gummy snack

-Gummy Worm Anon

Hiiiii hellloooooooo welcome back it’s been a little bit hope you’re doing well :)

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ms--lobotomy · 3 months

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Welcome to the community! Love your style - haven’t had a laugh as good as while reading the worm post in a while.

How about a slice of life piece with Perturabo? I always thought anyone who he considers as a s/o must have a pretty strong personality lol

howdy, anon! first of all, thank you so much! second, im going to take "slice of life" as a slice of life in our universe, not wh40k canon. this means that i can diverge even more from canon than normal! fun!

enough yapping, here's your fic bestie

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summary: you decide to do something nice for perturabo and he doesn't know how to take it because he is so emotionally constipated

word count: 989

content warnings: perty's a rude lil shit but you can take it, right? also implication of diddlin'

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Beams of light found their way through the tree in your front yard into the window at the front of your house and onto the fake-wood floor. It wasn't much as far as houses went, it was small and ratty and some of the lights didn't work. But it was a place to live, and you and your lover had to take what you could get.

Clad in a t-shirt that was many sizes too big for you, you buttered up the old pan that you had and broke three eggs into it. One for you, two for him. They began to bubble from the bottom after a while, and you smiled. You weren't normally the cook in this relationship; he preferred to do the things like cooking himself. But sometimes he would bury himself in his work and forget to eat or otherwise take care of himself. Today was one of those days. When you woke up, you saw him already hard at work on another painting.

As you were getting the bacon from the fridge, you heard the booming footsteps that could only belong to your lover. Perturabo. Your heart stopped in your chest for a split second--this was supposed to be a surprise! Soon enough, he stood in the doorway, almost too tall for it. There was paint on both his shirt and his shorts. He began to speak, his voice booming.

"I thought I was going to be making breakfast today," he said curtly.

"Tough luck," you replied, putting a few strips of bacon on the griddle. The crackle it made was quite satisfying to the ear. "You had your chance and you didn't do it."

He walked over to you, putting his free arm around your waist. His arms were quite large He leaned over you, surveying your handiwork. "You let them cook for too long," he pouted, nestling his head in the crook of your neck. He wrapped his arms around you as you began to separate egg white from egg white.

"I barely cooked these," you said. "Do you want salmonella?"

He chuckled, rocking you back and forth. You couldn't see it, but a slight smile dusted his lips. "Even if I could get it from this," he took a hand away from you quickly to gesture to the food, "it'd be worth it."

"If you're sure," you replied, breaking away from his warm embrace to put his allotted two eggs onto one of the plates that you had pulled out.

While you waited for the rest of it to finish, you grappled for his hand. There were a few paint stains on it, and you had no doubt you'd be getting paint on your hands as well. It's not like you were going anywhere today. He looked... stumped at this development. Almost as if he couldn't process what was going on.

"What, you can't handle some good ol' Christian hand-holding?" you asked, using the broken plastic spatula in your free hand to move the rest of your meal to your plates. "Even after last night?"

The color drained from his face. You got him. You smirked, giving that stupidly warm hand that enveloped yours a squeeze. "No, but really. I promise you that you're just as worthy of affection as..." you trailed off. The people around him? That wouldn't be very worthy in his eyes. Unless it was someone like...

"You're just as worthy of affection as I am." You looked up at him, and the smile on your face was genuine.

You didn't know how a man of his size could let out such a little "Oh...", but he did. He sheepishly let go of your hand and grabbed his plate, the meal looking pathetically small next to him. You could see the wheels turning in his head as he thought of what to say next. Something genuine? Something flippant? Something somehow both?!?

"I wanted to show you something," he finally blurted out. There was still this flustered look on his face as he sat at the table.

You finished your meal soon enough, and as you put your dish in the sink, you felt a hand at the bottom of your jaw. You felt your neck turn at an awkward angle to look up at your lover, and he had a smug grin on his face.

"Close your eyes, dear," he said.

Oh. He said dear. This was serious. As you closed your eyes, you could feel the hand move from your neck to your eyes, enveloping them in darkness. You didn't know why he told you to close your eyes in the first place, but you weren't going to press further. He put his free hand on your shoulder and led you through the small house. You didn't get very far before you got to your bedroom, a small thing with just enough room for an easel and some art supplies.

He removed his hand. The painting faced you, clear as day. It was a beautiful rendition of him holding a worm. If it weren't for the clear brush strokes, it would have looked like a photograph taken of him.

"It's beautiful," you started, "but I don't get it."

"Remember when you asked me if I would love you if you were a worm?" he asked with a chuckle. "This is me. With my beautiful worm partner."

"Oh!" you exclaimed. You remembered asking in the dead of night, while you were nothing but a lump in his arms. He'd dodged the question at the time, but he'd clearly been thinking about it. "So you would love me if I were a worm!" you laughed. "I knew it!"

You threw your arms around him. Despite the difference in size between you two, he recoiled a little bit. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours. And in this little house, you were content.

#perturabo x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #perturabo #warhammer lobotomy #god we're all stupid for him on this hellsite #wheres his tumblr sexyman page

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luvring · 1 year

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Hello Nia it is bug jar anon I’ve actually resurrected myself. Had to claw through all the dirt and make a soul pact and everything yeah it was quite the ordeal anyways

If you ever have any Mhin headcanons I would be forever indebted to you but also no pressure

GENERAL MHIN HCS

gn!reader | OMG. OMGGGG OMG HELLO Welcome Back friend 🫶🫂 i respect and love a little resurrection i hope ur doing awesome 🫶 ofc i have mhin content for u

playing with mhin's hair..!!! them relaxing and letting you do whatever . think about mhin getting hair in their face and tying it into a little half-do situation. perf

we know they feed stray cats on patrols but have we considered the thought they've done it enough that the cats recognize them. that mhin has a mental schedule and map of where some regular ones are and makes sure to visit to see if they're alright :'(

THE CATS BUMPING AGAINST THEIR LEG AND PURRING 🙁💔 mhin smiling softly while petting them and talking to them quietly (because they're some of the only company they'll let themself have) (sorry.)

one more cat point. i'm not sure if they'd name them,, mhin gives me just remembering their appearance/personality vibes. but if YOU asked about names or wanted to name them,, well who are they to stop you. and of course the next time they see the cat they'll greet it with the name you chose.

you can gain mhin's trust / some affection by buying them sweets 🤞 i think it'd be very cute scene where they offer one of their favourites to you when you start getting along..

mhin and stargazing...i know they've got to have some favourite spots. they know where to get an awesome view of the night sky without any distractions!! imagine them bringing you up there and maybe talking about different constellations, how they found it, etc :(

^ you being the only other person who knows where these spots are... checking them first when looking for them.....

the others figure out you and mhin have are getting along and they won't fully leave either of you alone LOL. kuras and leander telling you to keep an eye on them / teasing you / etc yeah yeah alright guys relax

gets mad/worried if you get attacked. like in a raised voice "what were you thinking?" way before they realize and try to calm down and treat you. they can't hide the fact that they yelled your name in panic and ran over so

KISS THE BEAUTY MARK KISS THE BEAUTY MARK KI

mhin the type of person who if you started peppering their face with kisses they'd blush and ask what you're doing and why without actually pushing you away.

stares at you when you try to initiate small talk but inevitably answers anyways. same thing with dumb silly questions. they go back to what they were doing but if you keep pestering them they go "no, why would you even turn into a worm?" like

the type of person to get sleepy and do the head drooping thing so you get to pull them to rest against your shoulder

mhin has a very nice laugh...trust me. you get them to laugh and it's clear and lovely and their eyes squint and they sort of tilt their head down subconsciously and

kind of awkward about pda and initiating any physical affection but i think if you hugged them, after initial tension ofc,, they really want to melt into it. like they hesitantly wrap their arms around you but then they let themself rest in the crook of your neck

they look like they don't trust themself with gifts. they second guess anything they think of getting you but they actually end up getting something really useful/nice ? mhin pays close attention to your habits and interests even if they pretend not to

dry texter....actually no. they'd be snarky. they say stuff in a deadpan way. i think it'd be funny if they react to what they think are dumb texts with a thumbs down emoji before actually responding. oh that's so them with leander if they don't leave him on seen

#touchstarved game #touchstarved #mhin x reader #touchstarved mhin #🧾nia.answers #<3 bug jar anon #mhin gives me a little kenma energy #Who gets me. anyone. anybody #nia + touchstarved

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storyarcscribe · 2 years

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Hi!! If you write for moon boys, would you please consider a prompt about f!reader x Steven stuck in an elevator? We all know that building is old enough :) strangers to friends/lovers, no ER. Smut or no smut - you decide :) if this prompt is not interesting for you, feel free to skip it! Have a good day :)

Oh I've been WAITING for this one, my beautiful anon....

Stuck with a Stranger

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Summary: On your first day for a new job, being trapped on an old lift with a neighbor doesn't seem all that bad.

A/N: First Moon Knight fic EVER. Did I get this right? Keep me honest as I love this show and would love to keep writing on it!

Warnings: Pure fluff, tired and beautiful Steven Grant, me trying to relive my days living in London for college, an American trying her damn best to write in a British voice

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Moving from America on a work visa, you had no idea what a flat could be like before moving to London. You expected a chic, Victorian style building with beautiful ceiling and a park across the street. A fool’s fantasy, but it was one you dreamed of as a little girl.

Your new building wasn’t Buckingham Palace.

You didn’t think it was even up to code.

The flat served its purpose though. It was spacious, albeit old and falling apart. You were pretty sure your landlord refused to update anything past 2002. However, your commute was short, and you were close to everything via tube. Your older neighbor brought a pound cake to your door last night, welcoming you to the building. Residents were quiet and relatively all older or of working age.

Today was your first day of work. You landed your dream job in your dream city. Everything today had to be perfect. You dressed sharp. Pencil skirt. Blouse. Blazer. Not a crease or stain in sight. You brewed your favorite tea and managed to pull back your hair into a decent style.

Stepping into the lift, you sipped your tea and checked your watch. 8:15 a.m. Perfect. You would have plenty of time to set up your things and meet your new team before the work day started.

“Hold the lift!” A voice shouted down the hallway.

You looked up from your watch to see a struggling man with a stack of papers rush to lock his door. You held an arm against the door to keep it open—no good making an enemy of your neighbor. With a final tug, he closed the door and rushed to the lift. He only noticed you when the lift doors closed as he struggled for breath. He wore a dark button-down collared shirt and stained trousers. The stranger's curly hair was wild, like he didn’t even brush it through, the curls overlapping in every direction. The papers he clutched were a crumpled mess.

“Cheers,” he breathed.

His eyes connected with you like a deer in headlights. He was handsome, though, that much you could tell yourself. You couldn’t get past the the purple under his eyes. The curls fell over his forehead, framing his large, brown eyes that went so wide you could see your reflection in them.

He cleared his throat, his apple’s adam bobbing under the tight collar of his shirt. “T-thank you.”

The doors shut, and the lift began to descend. You forgot how slow this damn thing was until you were in it. Then, finally, one floor passed after what seemed like an eternity.

He shuffled around, trying to give you some room until some of the papers fell from his hand, scattering across the ground.

“Oh.. bloody hell,” he mumbled, attempting to pick up the paper. He looked like a baby bird trying to pick up a worm.

“Here,” you placed your ceramic cup on the ground. “Let me.”

You squatted as gracefully as you could in a pencil skirt. Another floor went by.

“Oh goodness,” he blushed. “Please, don’t. I’ve made a mess of myself…”

You lifted a paper to him that flew closer to your corner. “It’s okay-“

The lift jerked to a stop, causing you to lose your balance. He fell against the obsidian wall, arms falling out to catch himself as he balanced himself in the corner. The rest of the papers were scattered across the floor. Something metal-like screeched along the top of the lift. You struggled to regain your footing.

He stepped forward, hitting the ground-level button. Nothing. He hit your floor’s number. Nothing.

You pulled out your cell and tried looking up a phone line. No service.

“Great,” you deadpanned. Fan-fucking-tastic. Your first day of work and a first impression was going straight to the gutter.

“It’s fine,” he assured. “Someone will have to notice.”

A light bulb above you went out.

“Eventually,” he murmured.

“Sure about that?” You breathed.

Your very tried neighbor paled. “Donna’s gonna kill me.”

“Donna?” You repeated.

He looked frazzled for a moment like he didn’t expect you to hear that. “My boss.”

You sighed, understanding. “At least you’re not starting a new job.”

“Oh goodness,” he lamented. “They’ll understand, yeah? Has to be on the list of excuses you can say on this first day.”

You attempted a smile. “And that won’t work with… Donna?”

“Oh, no,” He scoffed. “I’ll be in the manager’s office as soon as I walk in.”

You snorted, and he smiled like he didn’t even realize he made any joke.

As you two sat on the lift floor, the conversation flowed easily. He had lived alone in this building for a few months, worked at the National Art Gallery, and had a goldfish. You shared your recent move for a new job, furniture hunting, and adjusting to the British lifestyle. He was easy to talk to, looking at you as he held to every word you said. You had never captured the attention of someone like this before.

“What do you like about living here?” You asked candidly.

His brows furrowed. “Honestly?”

“Yeah.”

Steven thought carefully, lost in thought. “London’s a city where you can be your own person, yeah? There are so many of us here, new and old. So much history, but it changes every minute of every day.”

Words failed you for a moment as he twiddled with his hands.

“It’s a city for everyone,” he shrugged with a sheepish smile.

There was such hope in his eyes like today wasn’t possibly the day this stranger you met would not get fired. In his tired eyes, you saw such wonder for life.

“Corny?” He asked candidly.

“No,” you disagreed whole-heartedly. “It was perfect.”

The elevator groaned back to life.

“Clearly,” you smiled. “The lift like that answer, too.”

As the doors opened, you introduced your name with a soft smile.

“Steven Grant,” he answered back with a little wave.

The action might have been amusing to any other human being, but he was so genuine with warmth in your eyes that you couldn’t help but embrace it. He was so much more relaxed even as he bounced on his toes. The tiredness in his eyes was replaced by something else.

As you departed from the building together for the tube, you couldn’t help but be grateful for your old building allowing your kind neighbor who makes being in a new city easier to manage.

On the following day for work, you waited an extra minute as Steven flung himself out of the door, late for work again. For some reason, you wished the old lift would stop again, giving you an extra moment with your neighbor.

A/N: awwwwww :) Ooof maybe I should do a Jake and Marc elevator meet q as well because this was FUN.

Thank you for reading and follow for more of our Moon Boys! 🌙

#Steven grant #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x fem!reader #steven grant fluff #moon knight fanfic #moon knight #moonknight fic #moonknight fluff #moonknight headcanons

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