#preference requests

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Wearing Their Clothes

Requested: i followed you for succession and currently im the boys brainrotted so you wouldnt believe my excitement when i realised you wrote for the boys too!!!!! i want to request maybe hc on how the boys would react to reader wearing their sweater/tshirts - anon

A/N: My love, the brain rot is so real!!! When I tell you I have an entire folder of The Boys edits, I mean I am kicking my feet and giggling at these people covered in blood lol. Thank you for requesting! Please feel free to again, I absolutely love writing preferences! I hope you like it!!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜

Butcher absolutely adores you wearing his coat. It drives him wild. It started one night where you two were alone, the group split up. While everyone else had their own jobs, you and Butcher were on surveillance. It was freezing out. He noticed the goosebumps on your arms. You swore you were fine, but he could tell you were putting up a front. Oi, just take it. Not wanting to blow your cover and fight, you put his coat around your shoulders, thanking him. It's a long night and you take shifts. When he catches you curled in a ball, his coat wrapped around you, it tugs at his heartstrings. Something about this image of you just makes him melt. After that, he's eager to see it again. Realizing this, you never turn down his offer. Now you basically have 50/50 custody. You like it. It's warm and worn, but it also smells like him and, when you're apart, remains a reminder that he's always looking out for you. Both M.M. and Frenchie are full of jokes when they catch you wearing it, but Annie and Hughie find it endearing.

Hughie loves that you wear his t-shirts and hates it. Not only do you look better in them than him, which is annoying enough, and now everyone finds them funny now that you're wearing them, but now he can never find the one shirt he wants to wear. It's either on your body or in your closet. Of course he would never stop you, he doesn't want you to stop, but he does wish there was a little bit more of a compromise. You wore it the first time you slept over. Your shirt had been discarded somewhere you couldn't find, but Hughie's was right there. He tried not to show it, he tried not to get caught smiling, but he was way too obvious. Something about seeing you in his shirt made his day, his life. It never gets old. When it's laundry day, most of your clothes end up being his. Now he has double the laundry. Still, it's worth it. His clothes always come back smelling like you. When they get ripped or torn from fights you apologize profusely, but he's just glad you're okay. Who cares about a stupid shirt?

Annie has always loved you in her clothes. When you moved in together, your clothes just sort of became jumbled. Neither of you felt the need to separate them, so you really can't tell if the sweater you're wearing is hers of yours. When she buys clothes she always makes sure you like what she's picking out so that you both can wear it. No one even noticed what you two were doing, that one day you'd be wearing a shirt and a few days later it would be her turn, it's just sort of become a thing. When something gets ripped or torn or covered in blood, you're the first to make jokes. I loved that sweater, you say, though Annie knows what you really mean is it's a stupid piece of clothing, you're just glad she's okay, that's all that matters. Your favorite thing is to look at pictures where, in one, you're wearing this sweater and, in the next, she is. Something about that puts a smile on your face.

M.M. feels a little insecure. You used to love wearing his shirts. Truthfully, no one can tell what's his and what's yours, your and his clothes are so blended. Since becoming in charge of The Boys, as close to a leader as possible, he's lost a lot of weight. Grown smaller, and his clothes no longer fit you. You of course still have his old shirts, but his new wardrobe just doesn't fit. You assure him it's just temporary. The anxiety, the OCD, it really hurts his appetite. He can't even think about food anymore. Still, realizing that you can no longer share, it makes him self-conscious. Something about you wearing his clothes made him think that he was there with you always, that this was a way to protect you, as silly as it might sound. Now that you wear your clothes more, he isn't there to save you. It just adds to his many worries. You assure him you'll be safe, you'll always come back to him, but he just can't help it. You make a point to wear his older shirts as much as possible, not wanting him to worry more than he does.

Frenchie literally can't tell when you're wearing his clothes vs. your own. His style is pretty eclectic. His pants alone are bright and patterned and, to his friends, a fashion offense. His clothes are rarely organized, so you end up picking through piles to find something specific. Most of the time you have to point out when you've got one of his jackets or shirts on. He of course thinks you look better in them than him and he makes it known. Your friends make fun of you and him for some of the outrageous outfits you put together. Everything is worn in and soft and smells like him, a mix of cologne and fabric softener and smoke. Not realizing, Frenchie wears your clothes, too. Only when you ask for a shirt back or where it is does he realize oh! so this belongs to you. Neither of you mind. It makes you happy seeing him wear your clothes. He definitely styles is better than you.

Kimiko's entire closet is all black. Not only is it easy to blend in with the crowd, and it all matches, but it can also hide the sight of blood. Neither of you can really tell whose shirt or pants or jacket belongs to who, considering most of your clothes are pretty identical. Still, she'll poke fun at you every so often when she realizes you've got on one of her shirts. Is that mine? She smiles. Is it? You didn't even realize. You always ask her if she wants it back, if she wants you to change, but she shakes her head. She tells you look good in it, badass even, and you shrug it off, though it means a lot. You and Kimiko both are still figuring out how relationships work. It takes a lot of trust, something neither of you were very well versed in. Sharing clothes is just another way you two show that you're a partnership. No one else can tell, but you can. That kind of attention would normally make alarm bells go off in your head, but you know Kimiko, you know she does it out of affection and not something more sinister.

Bonus! Homelander rarely, if ever, wears civilian clothes. If he's not in his suit, he's probably naked. You've never seen him in anything else. The only time he's done it was to see Sage and that was in secret. Still, you find a way to share by wearing his cape. Typically wrapped around you after you slip from the bed, in search of your own clothes, half-naked and embarrassed. He assured you you have never looked better. Homelander likes power. He likes when people listen to him, respect him, and show him their loyalty. You wearing his cape shows him all of that and more. He never thought he'd like you in his clothes, it's just another thing he's territorial about, but he's pleasantly surprised. Now he expects it. If you forget or just don't wear it, his ego is pretty wounded. You assure him it's nothing against him. Now you go out of your way to do so, knowing it makes him so happy.

Bonus! Soldier Boy feels such an attraction to you when you wear his clothes. He doesn't really wear anything but his suit, so one day you jokingly put it on. You filled it out differently than he did, but it didn't look horrible. When he saw you, he was all smiles. The first thing that comes to mind is wanting to take it off you *wink wink*. What was a joke is now something you do on special occasions, putting it on and parading around in it. The things he says are awfully dirty and make you laugh every time. You never thought something as silly and simple as putting on his suit would end up driving him this wild. You should have known, it makes perfect sense, but you just never realized. When he does, on rare occasions, wear regular clothes, he's the first to suggest that you share. It isn't as enticing as wearing his suit, but the attraction is still there. It makes him feel like you belong to him, that you want to show that off. Nothing matters more to him than that. Nothing makes him feel more seen.

[creamecafe]

Can you please write how squid game men will react to having a crush on reader?

How Squid Game Men Would Having to a Crush on Reader (Season 2 Edition)

Pairing: Squid Game Men x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

Warnings: fluff, mentions of drug, SFW, kinda stalking but not yandere or dark! themes

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for requesting I hoped you enjoy! I'm sorry guys I couldn't add Lee Myung-Gi, it reached the limit for gifs so I'm doing part 2.

Women's version and a continuation will be posted soon!

Want a request for a Squid Game character like this one? Check out my latest post, read my request guidelines and send a request!

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Seong Gi Hun

He thought that finding love or being attracted to someone was impossible after what he had been through

But when he saw you, it’s like seeing a past glance of his old self

Wants you on his team immediately

His social skills and personality he feels like has lost color, but would try just for you

Young-il

Thinks using the term “crush” is childish

He likes to use the word “fascinated”

Is always thinking of ways to talk to you

Is more smiley around you and asks you about your day

Thanos

Is lookin at you when he gets the chance to (Gettting breakfast or lunch)

Tries to come up with pick up lines for you, but ends up messing up (In which Nam Guy laughs and Thanos hits him)

Always rapping in front of you to seem cool

Has you by his side always and on his team

Doesn’t even want to take drugs because you’re considered to him his new addiction in a way

Kang Dae Ho

Once he realizes he has a crush on you, everything changes

He tries to not act so nervous around you, but he can’t help it

Stutters a lot when he talks to you

Has his jacket off a lot because he gets warm/flustered when thinking about you or when you’re around

Nam Gyu

Tries to act cool around you, but can't stop smiling around you

Thanos is hyping him up and would tease him about your crush

Is always fixing his hair before talking to you

Park Min-Su

Is shy as always, but around you is different

He likes you because you're the only in Thanos' group to actually treat him like a real person

Tries to muster up the courage to talk to you

Listens to you set up plans for the games because he loves hearing your voice

Hwang Jun-Ho

Tries to keep his chill persona up, but is nervous inside

Is always complimenting you how you look

Loves to give little subtle flirting hints but not too obvious

Salesman

Has a crush on you probably in the most unhealthy way, but still keeps his distance

Overhears what stuff you like and will buy it for you

Write down every thing you like and will remember

Will talk to you when he has the chance in the subway

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Long-Haired Obito Art Request for @lucynda ! Your ask was a bit too long for me to post so i'm answering it in this way ;D This version of Obito is like...one of the most vicious and brutal renditions of him ._.

[avadaniels]

You just had to rebut, didn't you? Now you might die.

Dimension 20: Dungeons and Drag Queens 2x02 "Through the Venomlands"

[nickeverdeen]

Hi!! Can I request Arcane characters with a fem s/o who is basically a bimbo and is genuinely very dumb and always wears pink and skirts with her pink heels??

Tysm! <333 💗

Arcane characters having a girly bimbo girlfriend

Jinx

Jinx is attracted to your carefree and bubbly personality, finding it refreshing compared to her own intense and chaotic nature

Jinx admires your style, finding it amusingly contrasting to her own edgy and punk aesthetic

She secretly enjoys the bright colors and girly outfits you wear, finding them endearing

Despite your naivety and lack of street smarts, Jinx feels a strong urge to protect you from any potential harm

She becomes fiercely defensive whenever someone underestimates or mocks your intelligence

Jinx indulges in playful and mischievous antics with you, enjoying your carefree moments together

She appreciates the simplicity and laughter you bring into her life

Jinx takes on the role of a patient teacher, explaining concepts and ideas to you in simple terms

She finds joy in witnessing your genuine curiosity, even if it means starting with the basics

Despite your perceived lack of intelligence, Jinx is surprised by the occasional insightful comment or observation that you make

She learns to appreciate your unique perspective on things

You and Jinx make for an entertaining duo, often unintentionally getting into amusing situations due to your ditzy nature

Jinx finds herself laughing more often and embracing the lightheartedness of your relationship

Despite your differences, Jinx wholeheartedly accepts you for who you are and loves you deeply

She values the genuine affection and happiness you share, cherishing every moment you spend together

Over time, Jinx discovers hidden depths within you, realizing that beneath the surface-level bimbo persona lies a funny-chaotic and compassionate individual

She grows to admire your authenticity and sincerity

Jinx finds solace in the chaos of her own life, knowing that she can always return to the simplicity and warmth of her relationship with you

Your love brings a sense of balance and stability to her otherwise tumultuous world

Caitlyn

Caitlyn’s relationship with you is an unexpected contrast to her typically serious and no-nonsense demeanor

Despite your differences, Caitlyn is drawn to your carefree and bubbly personality

Caitlyn finds amusement in your fashion choices, often shaking her head at the abundance of pink and frilly skirts paired with heels

She admires your confidence in expressing yourself through fashion, even if it’s not her personal style

Due your naivety and lack of street smarts, Caitlyn takes on a protective role just like Jinx, ensuring your safety in unfamiliar situations

She’s always vigilant, ready to intervene if you find yourself in trouble due to your innocence

Caitlyn patiently explains things to you, breaking down complex concepts into simpler terms

You and Caitlyn make for an unlikely but good duo

While Caitlyn is focused on her duties as an enforcer, you add a touch of lightheartedness and joy to her life, balancing out the seriousness of her work

Caitlyn learns to embrace your quirks and differences, offering you unwavering support and encouragement

She appreciates the genuine affection and happiness you share, valuing the moments of laughter and joy in your relationship

Despite your perceived lack of intelligence, Caitlyn discovers hidden depths within you, appreciating your kindness and compassion towards others

She realizes that beneath the bimbo persona lies a genuinely caring and loving individual

Caitlyn finds herself in amusing situations with you, often caused by your… interesting nature

While Caitlyn may roll her eyes at times, she secretly enjoys the comedic relief you bring to her life

You and Caitlyn complement each other in unexpected ways, with Caitlyn providing stability and guidance while you add spontaneity and laughter to your relationship

You learn from each other and grow together, embracing your differences

Despite your disparities, Caitlyn loves you unconditionally, appreciating the unique bond you share

She values the authenticity and sincerity of your relationship, finding solace and happiness in your love for each other

Viktor

Despite your lack of intellectual depth, Viktor finds you refreshing and amusing

Your simplistic views on life provide a stark contrast to his complex thoughts and experiments, offering a break from his usual intense focus

Viktor is bemused by your fashion choices, often raising an eyebrow at your penchant for pink skirts and matching heels

He appreciates your confidence in expressing yourself, even if he doesn’t fully understand your fashion sense

Viktor exercises patience and understanding with you, knowing that your lack of intelligence isn’t intentional

He takes the time to explain things to you

Your relationship is an unconventional pairing, with Viktor’s intellectual pursuits contrasting sharply with your carefree and simple-minded nature

However, he finds solace in the genuine affection and happiness you share

Viktor takes it upon himself to educate you, introducing you to new ideas and concepts in a patient and understanding manner

He finds joy in witnessing your genuine interest and enthusiasm, even if it’s for subjects he considers trivial

Viktor finds himself in amusing situations with you, often caused by your obliviousness and lack of intelligence

While he may sigh or roll his eyes at times, he secretly appreciates the comedy you bring to his life

Despite your differences, you and Viktor balance each other out

While he provides intellectual stimulation and guidance, you add spontaneity and lightheartedness to your relationship, creating a harmonious dynamic

Viktor learns to accept and tolerate your quirks and limitations, embracing you for who you are

He values the authenticity of your relationship, finding joy in the simple moments you share together

Despite your unconventional pairing, Viktor loves you unconditionally, appreciating the unique bond you share

He finds comfort and happiness in your love for each other, accepting your flaws and imperfections with open arms

Vi

Vi finds herself unexpectedly drawn to your carefree and bubbly personality

Despite your differences, she’s captivated by your genuine innocence and infectious optimism

While Vi may not understand your fashion choices, she likes her confidence in rocking pink skirts and matching heels

She finds it endearing how you embrace your girly style without a hint of self-consciousness

Not that Vi would be self-conscious about her style of clothing as she’ll put on whatever she sees or wants

Despite her tough exterior, Vi is fiercely protective of you, ensuring your safety in any situation

She takes on the role of a guardian, keeping a watchful eye on you and stepping in whenever necessary

Vi learns to exercise patience and understanding with you, knowing that your lack of intelligence isn’t intentional to provoke her

She takes the time to explain things in simpler terms, but she might get kidna annoyed if it takes too much time, but she’s trying her best

Your relationship is an unlikely pairing, with Vi’s street-smart toughness contrasting sharply with your naive innocence

Vi often finds herself in humorous situations with you, amused by your antics and obliviousness

While she may tease you from time to time, she secretly enjoys the lightheartedness and laughter you share

Despite your simplicity, Vi values the emotional support and positivity you brings to your relationship

She appreciates how your unwavering optimism brightens even the darkest of days

Despite your unconventional pairing, Vi loves you deeply, cherishing the unique bond you share

She finds comfort and happiness in your love for each other, embracing the unpredictability and joy of your relationship

Jayce

Despite your contrasting personalities, Jayce is enamored by your vibrant energy and unabashed love for all things pink

He finds your enthusiasm contagious, often lightening his mood after a long day in the lab

While Jayce tends to stick to his signature style, he can’t help but smile when he sees you confidently rocking her pink skirts and heels

He admires your bold fashion choices and appreciates how you add a pop of color to his life

Despite your penchant for pink, you surprises him with your curiosity and eagerness to learn

He enjoys engaging in thought-provoking conversations with you, finding your unique perspective on life refreshing

Jayce values the differences between you two, recognizing that you complement each other in unexpected ways

While he may be the brains of the operation, you bring a sense of lightheartedness and spontaneity to the relationship

Jayce is constantly amazed by your unwavering support and encouragement

Whether he’s facing challenges in his work or personal life, you’re always there to cheer him on with your infectious positivity

Despite your affinity for all things pink, you also surprise him with your adventurous side

Together, you embark on exciting escapades, from impromptu road trips to exploring new places, creating cherished memories along the way

One of the things Jayce loves most about you is your ability to make him laugh, even during the most stressful of times

Your infectious giggles and playful antics never fail to brighten his day

Despite your differences, you and Jayce share a deep mutual respect for one another

He values your unique perspective and appreciates how you challenge him to see the world in new and colorful ways

In the end, Jayce realizes that love knows no bounds, and that sometimes, the most unexpected connections are the ones that endure

He cherishes every moment spent with his pink princess, grateful for the joy and love you brings into his life

Ekko

You’re is the epitome of “brains and beauty” while Ekko himself is known for his street smarts and tech prowess

Despite your differences, you are drawn to each other’s unique qualities

Ekko appreciates your unintentional humor and often finds himself chuckling at your quirky remarks and antics

Your playful personality brings a lighthearted energy to the relationship

Despite Ekko’s best efforts to teach you, you struggle with anything tech-related

From operating gadgets to understanding complex concepts, you often rely on Ekko for assistance

You have a penchant for all things pink and girly

Ekko admires your confidence to express yourself through your clothing choices, even if they’re not his personal style

Despite your differing personalities, you and Ekko share a deep bond built on laughter and lightheartedness

While Ekko may be the brains behind your operations, you surprise him with your occasional moments of insight

Though rare, Ekko values your unique perspective and appreciates your ability to see the world through a different lens

Ekko cherishes your unwavering love and acceptance

Despite your differences, you love him for who he is, flaws and all

Ekko finds comfort in your unconditional support, knowing that you’ll always be by his side no matter what

Despite your seemingly airheaded persona, Ekko respects your unique qualities and appreciates you for who you are

While Ekko may be the one teaching you street smarts, he also learns valuable lessons from you in return

Whether it’s embracing spontaneity or finding joy in the little things, Ekko discovers new perspectives through your relationship

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JJ fiddling with Ros' necklace & Will's wedding ring.

CRIMINAL MINDS 5.13 / 18.03 Requested by Anonymous

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Mistlefoe Aaron & Neil - @jtl-fics

Yeah this might as well be one of my last art posts of 2023

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Daemon in Bed

[brunettemarionette]

hello :) could i ask for headcanons (separate) for how the guys from SOA (anyone you want :) i was thinking about Jax Juice Tig and Chibs but feel free to add or remove) would react to reader sketching them as they work on cars and bikes? i picture like darling reader working at the TM reception, no client is there and she really wants to practice her drawing skills so she just starts sketching the closest guy she can see? and maybe the guy notices or maybe sees the sketch in some way :) bonus point if said guy has a crush on her heheh thanks :)

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― female reader. no description of features. no mentions of size, race or age.

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𝗝𝗮𝘅 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

At first, he doesn't notice. He's too busy working on a Dyna, hands covered in grease, muscles flexing under the shop lights. You're sitting at the reception desk, sketchbook in hand, quietly focused.

He finally catches on when he comes up to grab a beer from the mini-fridge near your desk. As he leans over to snag one, his eyes drift to your sketchpad, and he sees a detailed rendering of him—brows furrowed in concentration, wrench in hand, looking effortlessly cool.

A cocky smirk spreads across his face. "Damn, darlin'. You been staring at me that hard?" His tone is teasing, but there's a definite glint of interest in his eyes.

He picks up the sketchbook, studying the drawing closely. "Shit, you're really good. Got me looking like some biker model."

Totally milks it. "If you wanted a close-up, all you had to do was ask," he adds with a wink.

He keeps bringing it up. Whenever you have a pencil in your hand, he jokes about "posing" for you—flexing a little harder when he knows you're watching.

If he's got a thing for you, he low-key asks Chibs or Opie if he should ask you out. And then he starts paying way more attention to how he looks when he works, knowing you might be sketching again.

𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘀 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Doesn't notice at first because he's deep in concentration. He's fixing up an old Harley, cigarette between his lips, brows furrowed. You think he looks perfect like this, so you start sketching.

Eventually, he glances up and catches you staring. He raises an eyebrow, smirking. "What are ye up to over there, lass?"

You try to hide the sketchbook, but it's too late. He walks over, wiping his hands on a rag, and gently pulls it from your grip.

His reaction? Pure admiration. "This is… bloody hell, lass. This is fantastic." He runs a finger over the page like he's afraid to smudge it.

Super touched that you chose him as your subject. "Didn't know I was a muse, but I like it."

If he has feelings for you, this moment cements them. There's something about seeing himself through your art that makes his heart clench.

"You should keep drawing me," he murmurs, giving you a look. "I like the way ye see me."

𝗧𝗶𝗴  ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

The moment he sees the sketch, he is dramatic.

"Oh my God, you're obsessed with me," he gasps, clutching his chest like he's been hit with an arrow. "I knew it."

Absolutely hams it up. Starts posing ridiculously, one foot up on a stool, chin tilted like he's in a Vogue photoshoot. "Here, get my good side."

Then he actually takes a proper look at the drawing… and he's shocked. It's not just some casual doodle—there's real detail, effort, and skill.

"Jesus Christ, doll… this is amazing." His voice drops an octave, suddenly more serious. He stares at the way you captured his expression, the way the shadows hit his face.

A rare moment of sincerity from Tig. He might joke around a lot, but seeing himself through your eyes—your eyes—hits different.

If he has a crush on you, this boosts his ego so much. He'll start showing off even more when working, flexing when he turns a wrench, throwing you smirks.

"If you ever wanna sketch me in the nude, just say the word." (He is 100% serious.)

𝗢𝗽𝗶𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Totally oblivious. He's focused on the bike in front of him, forearms flexing as he tightens a bolt. You, meanwhile, are in full-on artist mode.

Jax is actually the one who busts you. He walks by and sees what you're drawing, then loudly says, "Damn, Ope, you got a fan over here."

Opie turns, confused, and sees the sketch. He instantly gets all awkward. Scratches the back of his neck and looks down at his boots.

"You… you drew me?" His voice is quiet, almost unsure.

When he finally looks at the sketch, he's genuinely amazed. "Holy shit. This is really good."

If he has a thing for you, he is dying inside. Like, full internal panic. He already had a crush, and now you're sitting here drawing him like he's some kind of inspiration?

Tries to play it cool but fails. "So, uh… you just… draw people? Or just me?"

Keeps the sketch if you let him. He folds it up carefully and tucks it into his kutte, carrying it with him like a secret.

𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

At first, he doesn't react at all. He's working on a custom bike, laser-focused, barely paying attention to anything else.

You don't even realize he knows until he speaks up. Without looking up, he says, "You been staring at me a long time, girl."

You freeze. The pencil in your hand stops moving. "Uh… I was just—"

He turns his head slightly, catching you in the act. One eyebrow raises. "You drawin' me?"

Happy is not a man of many words, but he's intrigued. He walks over, peers down at your sketch, and lets out a low chuckle.

"Damn. You made me look mean." He actually looks pleased.

If he has a crush, this messes him up. He doesn't get flustered, but he does start watching you more closely after this, noticing how often you glance his way.

Might actually ask you to draw him again. But he'll phrase it casually: "You should do another one sometime."

Later, if you're not around, he'll flip back to the page and just… stare at it. A rare, almost smile on his face.

𝗝𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

This man is a blushing mess.

He finds the drawing completely by accident. Maybe you step away for a second, and he happens to glance at your sketchbook lying open on the desk.

He instantly realizes it's him. His eyes go huge.

Panics. "Oh my God. No way. No freaking way."

When you come back and see him staring, he immediately starts babbling. "This is—you—you actually—Holy shit, you made me look cool!"

Cannot handle it. His ears go red, he's grinning like an idiot, and he keeps sneaking glances at you like he's trying to figure out if this means something.

If he has a crush, this just makes it ten times worse. He starts acting even more awkward around you, fidgeting dropping things, but also trying so hard to be smooth.

Low-key asks Chibs and Tig if he should frame it.

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Wearing Something Tight/Skimpy

Requested: heyy! can i request a The Boys preference where (during early relationship) they see reader in more tight fitting clothes for the very first time (reader usually wears baggy jeans and oversized shirts, but now for once wears shorts and a tight fitting tanktop or smth) tysm! - @yinorathedragontamer

A/N: Screaming I love this! As someone who loves baggy clothing, there's nothing better than showing off the ✨️goods✨️ when I feel like it lol. This was super fun to imagine! I hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Butcher is pretty shocked. Whereas you usually lean towards oversized shirts and big pants, you were dressed in something revealing, tight. You tried to look casual, secure, but underneath you were full of insecurities. You think I look stupid, you say, following his gaze up and down your body. Stupid is the last word he'd ever use. Butcher wears this wicked smile, telling you exactly what he thinks. You laugh, telling him to shut up before he's saying anything else. He loves what he sees. Because your relationship is still new, he's trying to be on his best behavior, but you know how his mind works. You throw your sweatshirt over your outfit, calling him ridiculous, laughing at him. Now that he knows what's underneath those oversized layers, he can't keep his thoughts or hands off you.

Hughie is all giggles and smiles. He hadn't realized you'd kept one of your suits from your time at The Seven. This suit, however, was different from the one you regularly wore. This was tighter, more exposing, showing off every curve and contour of your body. It was the only one you were allowed to take with you and there was a reason you rarely put it on. He wasn't used to seeing you like this. You wore big sweatshirts and wide pants. He never thought he'd be as surprised as he was when he finally saw you, but he was. Your body was. . . wow. He tries to hide his excitement, but he can't. Seeing this, you do a little spin for him, growing self-conscious. Do I look stupid? You ask. He's quick to tell you you look amazing. Because your relationship is still new, he doesn't want to sound too excited, but to him, you look amazing. He's glad he got to see you like this.

Annie wants to show you off to everyone. She knows now is not the time nor place: you've put on your old Supe suit to make a point against those in favor of Homelander. It's serious and important and dangerous given his fans would do anything to get a piece of you, anything to tear you down. But she can't help it, she can't take her eyes off you. She's never seen you in your suit before. You quit The Seven before your promo pictures could come out, after you'd been introduced. You took the suit with you. By then, you'd had a sort of a cult following, people interested in your story before you had the spotlight shown on you. It helped that you and Annie were newly together. She hadn't realized you'd kept your suit so when you showed up at Starlight House wearing it, she was speechless. She'd never seen your body like that before. She couldn't take her eyes off you.

M.M. is speechless. You got all dressed up for a date. Before this, your dates had always been casual, spur of the moment, low key. Tonight Marvin went all out for reservations at a fancy place you'd never even heard of. You figured you'd pull out your best clothes which just so happened to be a little tighter and more revealing that your typical wardrobe. He picks you up at your place, not recognizing you at first. You're self-conscious, making a joke about your appearance before anyone else has the chance. He wouldn't though. He thinks you look amazing. He was always more than a little curious as to what exactly you were hiding under big t-shirts and baggy pants, but your relationship was new and so he felt a little shy wondering. Now he was glad he had waited: you were breath taking.

Frenchie is obsessed. Mon Couer, where have you been hiding all this?! It definitely makes you laugh and a little embarrassed. He's never minded your usual clothes. He's all for oversized sweatshirts and comfort and the overall aesthetic. He thinks you look adorable in your usual clothes, but this? Wow. Just wow. You jokingly tell him to pick is jaw off the floor. You and Kimiko are going undercover as a wealthy couple. She's all dressed up and waiting for you. Not only are your clothes expensive looking, but they fit like a glove. He's never seen so much of your body. It drives him wild. You get compliments from everyone, but Frenchie, your new boyfriend, can't get enough of you. If this mission weren't so important and time sensitive, he would have spent the whole night telling you just how sexy you looked.

Kimiko has never seen this much of you all at once. Together you're going undercover. She's wearing a dress with her hair and makeup done. It makes her feel like a clown. Still, she does it because she has to. And you do, too. You lose the baggy pants and big shirts for something a lot more tight and way more revealing. The rest of The Boys have a lot to say, all of it you laugh at and tell them to shut up. Kimiko hopes it's too dark to see that she's blushing, watching you step out of the car. If she spoke she would have been speechless. Instead she plays it off cool, telling you you look great, before going in. In any chance she can get though she stares you up and down, taking you in, smiling to herself. She doesn't get distracted about anything, but you? Oh you're all she can think about.

Bonus! Homelander doesn't really think about your body, or anyone's body. It's more of a want more than anything else and it typically involves milk. Still, when you come out and show everyone your suit, he's pretty speechless. Your civilian clothes and fashion are oversized, baggy, and comfortable. He's never really seen your body before, no one has. Your PR team wanted to fix that though. You're not so sure about your suit: it leaves little to the imagination. When you step out you're embarrassed, wishing for your sweatshirt. Homelander never compliments anyone unless it's backhanded, but he really does like what he sees. It's kind of a throw away line, one that seems innocent and nonchalant, but for him it's a huge deal. He can't stop thinking about you. Even when you put on the other variations, he has final say. Everyone is too scared to say no to him. He liked the first one so you wear the first one.

Bonus! Soldier Boy is practically drooling. The moment he sees you his jaw is on the floor. He's never minded your usual fashion: baggy clothes were comfortable and cute. He would have minded had he known you were hiding *all that* beneath oversized sweatshirts/sweaters/t-shirts and baggy pants. He can't help himself (not that he ever held anything back usually) when he makes remarks and jokes and innuendos. It comes out so fast it's almost compulsive, he's barely breathing between words. The Boys think it's hilarious how much attention you're getting from him considering they've grown used to these switch ups between clothes. He practically begs you for an ounce of attention, affection, and you use it as leverage. As long as you're wearing as little as possible, Soldier Boy will do anything you want.

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Diasominia x Zaunite reader

Request by anonymous: Maybe how about a headcanons with Yuu who is born and raised in Zaun? Most importantly how would cast reacts to Zaun's environment once Yuu trusts them enough to tell about it? (Or maybe cast would see for themselves somehow?)

Synopsis: You have always kept your past a secret, but as their relationships deepen, the truth about Zaun slowly unravels. A city of smog, struggle, and survival far from the world of NRC. How will their lover react to the harsh reality Yuu once called home? And more importantly, can they bring comfort to the one who endured it all?

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: ⚠Mentions of poverty, crime, substance abuse (shimmer), survival struggles, and environmental pollution. The setting of Zaun includes themes of danger, societal disparity, and rough living conditions. Reader's past involves hardships, but the story focuses on comfort, understanding, and romance.⚠

Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle,Scarabia Pomifiore, Ignihyde, Diasominia

Since you didn't specify her past,I'm just gonna assume that she's an orphan like 99% of the Zaunite cast.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus had always been… different.

It was obvious to anyone who had ever met him. His towering figure, the long, graceful horns, and the aura of authority that surrounded him made him seem more like a mythical creature than a mere student.

But you, somehow, never found him intimidating.

Not the way others did.

You had seen real monsters, had been one yourself in the streets of Zaun, and while Malleus exuded an otherworldly power, you saw the quiet sadness behind his eyes,the longing for a connection that went deeper than just his royal title.

When you first met him, his gaze was intense, as if trying to decipher the complexities of your existence. You didn’t think much of it at first,after all, who could understand Zaun? But when you finally exchanged a few words, you noticed something.

He was curious about you.

“I’ve heard of Zaun,” he had said one evening, his voice rich and deep, “but I’ve never met anyone from there. Tell me… what is it like to live where the sun rarely shines?”

His tone wasn’t one of judgment, nor of pity. It was simple interest, something you rarely got from others.

You had laughed softly, a little bitterly. “A lot of people die before they see the sun, Malleus.”

His eyes narrowed in thought, before he quietly murmured, “Perhaps… that is why you have such a light in your eyes.”

You blinked, taken aback by his words. “What?”

He didn’t seem to notice how his statement had affected you. His thoughts were always far ahead, his mind a maze of arcane knowledge, ancient stories, and mysteries beyond your reach. But for a brief moment, you thought you saw a flicker of vulnerability,something raw and human in his expression.

“…It’s rare,” he continued, as though he were still thinking aloud, “for someone to carry such a light, despite the darkness they’ve lived through.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Malleus…”

For a moment, it was as if the world around you faded away. The hum of the dormitory, the chatter of other students,everything fell silent. It was just the two of you, standing in the hallway, with only the flickering glow of magic and moonlight surrounding you.

And then, ever so gently, he took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

“If you ever feel lost,” he said softly, “you need not wander alone. I will guide you, as I have always been meant to.”

You stared up at him, feeling your heart race for reasons you couldn’t quite explain. The way his words hit you was not in the way you thought they would. It wasn’t just kindness,there was something deeper there.

Before you could respond, a soft chuckle echoed through the hall. It was light, almost teasing, and when you looked up, you saw the faintest hint of a smile on Malleus’ lips.

“…Ah,” he said, his voice lowering in a whisper. “It appears I’ve gone too far in my usual manner of speech. My apologies, Y/N.”

You shook your head, a smile creeping up on your own lips. “It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting you to—”

Before you could finish, a voice interrupted.

“Malleus.”

The voice was regal, commanding even.

Lilia appeared from the shadows, his grin wide and knowing. “It’s rare to see you so… expressive.”

Malleus scowled at the interruption, but his gaze never wavered from you.

You could feel his attention,intense, focused, as if everything else in the world didn’t matter. And maybe, just maybe, for the first time in a long while, you didn’t mind being the one he focused on.

Zaun was never a place for the faint of heart.

It wasn’t just the danger lurking in every corner or the constant hum of machinery,it was the very essence of the place, the air that smelled faintly of metal and oil, the sharp sounds of distant machinery grinding together.

But when Malleus insisted on visiting Zaun with you, there was something different in the way he held himself.

Most people would have been nervous, apprehensive about the sharp edges of the city. But not Malleus.

He walked beside you with his head held high, unbothered by the dim lights or the low hum of machinery. His presence was like an anchor, steady and calm, even amidst the chaos.

You, on the other hand, felt every muscle in your body tense as the familiar streets crept closer.

“You don’t have to do this, Malleus,” you said, trying to steady your breath. “This place… it’s dangerous. You don’t belong here.”

He glanced down at you, his expression unreadable.

“I belong wherever you are,” he replied simply.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you shook your head. “You don’t understand. This place isn’t for people like you.”

He reached out and gently took your hand in his. The warmth of his touch was enough to make you pause.

“I understand far more than you realize,” he said quietly, his voice soft but unwavering. “I understand what it is like to carry a burden, to stand alone, to be misunderstood.”

You froze, looking up at him in confusion.

Malleus’ eyes softened. “Zaun may be a city of darkness, but it is also a place of resilience. You are a product of that resilience.”

He squeezed your hand, his smile small but genuine.

“You are not alone, Y/N.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, and for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to believe it.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia was many things,mysterious, playful, and an absolute enigma to those around him. Yet, to you, he was someone entirely different.

From the very first time you met him, his playful teasing made you a bit wary. After all, you had seen the darker side of people,those who used words as weapons, who hid their true selves behind laughter. But Lilia? He was different.

His eyes sparkled with mischief, and yet when he looked at you, there was something more. Beneath the playful jabs and cryptic words, you could sense the care he took in understanding you, something you hadn't experienced often.

It was a night like any other when you first opened up to him. The moonlight streamed through the trees, and the two of you found yourselves alone in a quiet part of the garden. You had been talking for hours, but it wasn't just about trivial things. No, this time, you had decided to let him see who you really were,the scars, the history, the loneliness.

“I never really had a choice,” you said softly, your eyes drifting to the ground. “In Zaun, you do what you can to survive. You do what you must to keep going.”

Lilia studied you closely, his smile gone. There was a rare seriousness in his expression as he processed your words. It was a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. Slowly, he stepped closer, his voice low, almost gentle.

"You think you're the only one who's had to survive?" His words caught you off guard, and you looked up, surprised. "Everyone has their battles, Y/N. Some just don't show it as clearly as others."

You frowned, unsure of where this conversation was going.

Lilia tilted his head, his eyes twinkling once again with that playful edge, but this time it was different. It was as though the mask he wore was slipping just slightly, revealing the sincerity behind it.

"Zaun might have taught you how to survive, but that's not all you are," he continued. "You're someone who keeps going, no matter how tough it gets. You remind me of a certain someone I know."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself.

Lilia grinned. "Me, of course." He winked.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the tension easing a little. Even in his teasing, there was something undeniably comforting about him. It was like he was always one step ahead, always able to make you feel understood,without ever fully admitting he understood everything.

And yet, there was a softness there, in the way he didn’t push when you weren’t ready to share more, in the way he patiently waited for you to open up on your terms.

The way he held your gaze then was different too,familiar and intimate, the kind that left a warmth in your chest.

“Zaun may have made you who you are,” Lilia said, his voice softer now, “but it doesn’t define you. You’re more than your past. You’re someone who creates their future, and I think you’ve got quite the future ahead of you, Y/N.”

You blinked, feeling the weight of his words settle in. For once, someone had acknowledged what you were without making you feel like you were defined by your past mistakes, by your struggles.

You wanted to say something, to thank him, but the words never seemed enough. Instead, you just let out a quiet sigh and smiled.

“Thanks, Lilia,” you whispered, unsure if you’d ever be able to find the right words for someone who seemed to know you better than you knew yourself.

His smile returned,mischievous, playful, but with an underlying sincerity that sent a warmth through your chest. “Anytime, my dear Y/N. Just don’t expect me to always be this nice, okay?”

You couldn’t help but smile back, the heavy weight of the world on your shoulders feeling just a little bit lighter, if only for that moment.

The streets of Zaun were everything he’d imagined,and more.

Lilia’s sharp gaze took in every detail, his fae senses picking up the scent of burnt metal, smog, and something a little darker in the air. His lips curved into a smile, though it wasn’t one of amusement; it was something more like curiosity mixed with recognition.

You had warned him. You had tried to prepare him, to explain what life in Zaun was like. Still, there was something in seeing it firsthand that made the reality hit him harder than he expected. The crowded streets, the flickering neon lights casting eerie glows, the people moving with a sense of purpose and survival,he could feel the undercurrent of tension in the air, the constant buzz of danger just beneath the surface.

“This is it, huh?” Lilia murmured, his voice thoughtful, almost distant as he took in the grimy walls of the buildings, the ever-present haze that hung low in the sky. He didn’t look at you immediately, but you could feel the weight of his thoughts as he observed the rough landscape that shaped you.

He didn’t seem horrified, but there was something in the way he looked at the city. It wasn’t pity,he didn’t feel sorry for you. Rather, it was the kind of understanding that came with seeing something familiar from a distance, something he had been around before but never fully experienced. The shadows, the lights, the hidden dangers,it was all too close to home for him, but in a way that was different from the life he had known.

For a long moment, you both walked in silence, your footsteps echoing on the cracked pavement as the city bustled around you. The cacophony of Zaun was relentless,the shouting vendors, the clatter of distant machinery, the rattle of old pipes. It was a harsh symphony, but it was your symphony.

When you spoke, your voice was soft, almost too quiet to hear over the noise. "This is what I meant when I said there are no rules. No one’s going to help you here unless you can do something for them in return."

Lilia’s eyes finally turned to you, his usual smirk gone. Instead, his expression was something deeper, something more contemplative. "I understand." His voice was steady, but there was something in the way he looked at you,something that almost mirrored the world you were showing him. "It’s not a world built on kindness. It’s about surviving. But… you’re still standing, aren’t you?"

You nodded, a small, tired smile on your lips. "I don’t have much choice."

Lilia’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he turned back to the chaotic streets. "No," he agreed quietly, "but you’ve made it this far. And you’ll keep making it."

He didn’t need to say more. His understanding was enough, and somehow, it was all the reassurance you needed. Because in a city like Zaun, survival wasn’t just about getting by,it was about finding the strength to keep moving forward, even when the world seemed like it was against you.

“Don’t carry this alone,” he murmured into your ear. “I’ll always be here for you, Y/N. Just like now.”

And with Lilia by your side, you weren’t as alone as you once thought.

Silver

Silver had always been quiet. The stoic, reserved type who preferred the calm and stillness of nature to the bustle of crowded halls or the frenzy of battle. You could always count on him to be there when you needed someone to lean on, but he wasn’t the kind to express his feelings openly. He said little, but his actions spoke volumes.

That was part of why you felt so comfortable around him. Silver wasn’t one to push, to rush you. He was patient, and he understood that sometimes, silence was more powerful than words.

It wasn’t until a late evening walk that you began to realize how much he truly cared for you.

You had been walking through the courtyards of the school, the sound of your footsteps mixing with the chirping of crickets and the rustling of the trees. You had your hands tucked into your pockets, and your thoughts were miles away as you drifted in and out of memories of Zaun.

Silver, as always, walked beside you. His presence was comforting in its own quiet way, but tonight, you could feel that something was off. There was an air of tension around him, though he hadn’t said a word.

“Silver?” you asked, pausing in your steps to look up at him. “You okay?”

Silver glanced at you, his silver hair catching the faint light of the moon. He hesitated before answering, his blue eyes studying you carefully.

“I’m fine,” he replied in his usual low voice, but you could tell there was something more beneath the surface. “Just thinking.”

You raised an eyebrow, sensing that he wasn’t being entirely honest with you. You nudged him gently. “You’ve been thinking a lot lately. What’s on your mind?”

Silver exhaled slowly, his eyes moving to the side. He looked a little uncomfortable, as if the very idea of sharing his thoughts made him uneasy. But despite his usual guarded nature, you could see the vulnerability in his expression.

“It’s about you,” he finally admitted. His words were simple, but they hit you in a way that made your heart skip a beat. “I know you’re from Zaun… and I can’t help but wonder what that’s like for you.”

Your heart sank. You had never really spoken about Zaun with Silver before. You’d never gone into detail about the chaos, the struggle, and the way life was shaped by harsh circumstances. The words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat.

Silver, sensing your hesitation, took a step closer. His voice was softer now, almost as if he were afraid of intruding on something too personal. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I just… I want to understand you better.”

For a moment, you simply stared at him, caught off guard by the gentleness in his words. There was no judgment in his eyes, no pity,just a quiet concern that made your heart ache.

“I… don’t really know how to explain it,” you said finally, your voice tinged with a sadness you hadn’t expected. “Zaun is… it’s hard. It's not a place anyone should have to grow up in. It’s full of danger, of people who are just trying to survive. Every day is a fight.”

Silver nodded slowly, taking in your words. He didn’t interrupt or offer a solution. He just let you speak. Let you say whatever you needed to say, in your own time.

“I know you want to protect me,” you continued, your voice quieter now. “But Zaun is different. It’s not like your world. There’s no peace there.”

Silver’s expression softened, his eyes searching yours with a quiet understanding. He didn’t speak, but you could tell he was absorbing everything you said. There was no rush, no push for you to explain further. He just wanted you to know that, whatever it was, you weren’t alone in it.

“I don’t need to understand everything about Zaun,” he finally said, his voice steady. “I just need to know that you’re okay. That you’re safe. That’s all I care about.”

You blinked at him, surprised by his sincerity. There was no bravado, no pretense,just the quiet honesty that had always made Silver so different from others. He wasn’t trying to fix anything; he was just here, now, with you.

“I’m not always okay,” you admitted, your voice quiet. “But I’m surviving.”

Silver nodded, his hand brushing against yours in a simple, reassuring gesture. You could feel the warmth of his touch, the unspoken bond between the two of you.

“I’ll help you however I can,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving yours. “No matter what.”

For the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to believe it. Silver’s words were like a lifeline, a promise of support you hadn’t dared to ask for.

But Silver wasn’t one to make promises he didn’t intend to keep. You knew that much.

You smiled faintly, relieved, as you continued walking side by side. “Thank you, Silver.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he replied, his voice gentle. “I’m just doing what’s right.”

But you knew that Silver’s “right” was more than just duty. It was his quiet way of showing that he cared.

A few days later, Silver insisted on accompanying you to Zaun. You had been reluctant to invite him at first,Zaun wasn’t a place you would take anyone who didn’t have to be there. But Silver had been insistent, and despite your reservations, you found comfort in the idea of him being there with you.

You took him to the lower levels, the ones you knew best,the gritty, rough streets where people fought to survive. The air was thick with smoke, and the constant noise of machines and distant arguments filled the space. It was as overwhelming as ever, but with Silver by your side, you felt a little less burdened by it.

Silver stayed close to you, his posture more alert than usual. You could see the way his eyes darted around, taking in the sights, the sounds, and the people who passed by. It was clear that the reality of Zaun was far more jarring than he had imagined.

“Is it always like this?” Silver asked quietly, his voice barely audible over the noise of the streets.

You nodded, your expression somber. “Yeah. It doesn’t change. People just live like this.”

Silver stayed quiet as you led him further into the maze of alleys. He was taking everything in, but there was no judgment in his gaze,just a quiet understanding that perhaps, he would never fully grasp what it was like to live in Zaun, but that didn’t matter. He was here, and that was enough for you.

As the day wore on, Silver’s discomfort grew less noticeable. He didn’t speak much, but his presence was a constant reassurance. It was clear that while Zaun would always be foreign to him, he would stand by your side no matter what.

And that’s all you really needed from him.

When you finally returned to the safer part of the city, Silver seemed exhausted but not shaken. His eyes met yours, and in that quiet moment, you saw the promise he had made earlier reflected in his gaze.

“I don’t think I could ever fully understand this place,” he said softly, “but I understand you more now. And that’s enough.”

You smiled, your heart full, knowing that despite the differences between you and Silver, you had found something rare in each other: a quiet bond that didn’t need words to be strong.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek had always been a little… intense. His loyalty to Malleus was unwavering, and his fiery passion often led him to speak in a way that could come off as overbearing or a bit too much for most people to handle. But to you, it was different.

You had always been someone who didn’t back down. You didn’t shy away from his relentless energy or his tendency to speak without thinking. In a way, you were the perfect match to his intensity, and he recognized that.

You were sitting with him one afternoon, and despite the sun shining brightly, the tension in the air was palpable. Sebek had been in the middle of an enthusiastic monologue about his admiration for Malleus,something that, at this point, you had heard more times than you cared to count but today, something felt off. You weren’t exactly listening anymore, your thoughts drifting to your own past.

It wasn’t until he stopped talking that you realized how quiet things had gotten.

“You’re quiet today,” Sebek observed, his tone lacking its usual energy. He was staring at you, his yellow-green eyes focused with an intensity that made your heart race for reasons you couldn’t quite explain. “What’s on your mind, human?”

You hesitated for a moment, but his gaze was unwavering. There was no escaping Sebek’s directness, not that you would want to. But still, it felt strange to talk about Zaun with him,his idealistic view of the world was so different from the harshness you had experienced growing up.

“I just…” You trailed off, unsure of how to explain it to him. “I guess it’s hard for me to put it into words. I come from a place where survival is everything. Where you have to fight for every scrap you get. Nothing is ever handed to you.”

Sebek’s expression remained the same,stoic, his posture straight and rigid but you could see the flicker of confusion in his eyes. He wasn’t sure how to process what you’d said.

“That sounds… awful,” he said after a long pause, his voice quieter than usual. “No one should have to live like that.”

You shrugged, trying to brush off the weight of the conversation. “It’s just how things are.”

He shook his head, his brows furrowing in concern. “I don’t understand. Where’s the pride in that? Where’s the honor in struggling just to survive?”

There it was again,his idealism. He didn’t see the world like you did. He saw it through the lens of a knight, someone who believed in valor and strength. But you? You had learned the hard way that survival wasn’t about honor,it was about doing whatever it took to get by.

“I know you mean well,” you said, meeting his gaze with a small, rueful smile, “but not everything is as black and white as you think.”

Sebek’s eyes softened, though his expression remained serious. “I don’t understand it. But if you say it’s what you need to do, then I’ll trust you. I’ll support you.” His voice was firm, but there was a subtle tenderness to it that made your heart beat a little faster.

You weren’t sure if it was the weight of his words or the sincerity in his voice, but something shifted between you two in that moment. He wasn’t just a knight with unyielding loyalty to his prince anymore,he was someone who was offering you his own brand of loyalty. Unquestioning. Unbreakable.

“You’re not alone in this,” he added softly, his eyes never leaving yours. “If you need anything, I’ll fight for you.”

Your heart thudded against your chest, but you said nothing. Instead, you just nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you. Despite how overwhelming Sebek could be at times, in that moment, you couldn’t deny that you felt safe in his presence.

You wanted to say something,something that would show him just how much that meant to you. But the words never came. Instead, you just leaned in a little closer, allowing the silence to speak for you.

Sebek shifted slightly, his shoulders relaxing a bit. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to remind you that, maybe, just maybe, he understood.

“Now,” Sebek said with his usual enthusiasm returning, “let’s focus on what’s next! No more of this gloomy talk. If you need me, you know I’m always ready to charge ahead!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. Typical Sebek. But as much as his boisterous nature could be overwhelming, there was something undeniably comforting about it. No matter what happened, he would always be there for you,through the chaos, through the struggles, and through the moments when you needed someone to fight beside you.

A few days after that conversation, you invited Sebek to visit Zaun. You had seen his loyalty, his fiery passion, but there was a part of you that wanted him to understand your world. To truly see what had shaped you, what had made you the person you were.

Sebek had been reluctant at first. “I am not a coward,” he had said, his brows furrowing as he tried to hide his unease. “I can protect you from anything!”

But you had been insistent. You had never asked him for anything like this before, and he could see that it meant something to you. So, he agreed, though with many protests along the way. He was uneasy, unsure of what to expect. And perhaps, deep down, he feared that seeing Zaun might change the way he viewed you.

When you finally arrived, Sebek’s discomfort was palpable. The streets of Zaun were chaotic, the air thick with pollution. The neon lights flickered overhead like fading stars in a night sky that never quite knew peace. The air was heavy, the smell of chemicals and burnt metal inescapable. It was a far cry from the calm and order of the Isle of Sages.

Sebek kept his hand near the hilt of his sword, his posture stiff as his eyes darted nervously around. The loud clanging of machinery and distant shouting from the alleyways unsettled him. The bustling crowd seemed to go about their business with a nonchalant ease that was nothing like the structured order he was used to.

You walked ahead, guiding him through the streets with the kind of ease that came from familiarity. Sebek stayed close to you, his anxious energy barely contained. “This place is…” His voice trailed off, and for a moment, he couldn’t find the words.

“It’s home,” you said simply, turning to look at him. “But I know it’s not what you’re used to.”

“Used to?!” Sebek repeated, his voice rising in disbelief. “This place is a nightmare! The streets—look at the people! They’re so… so—”

“Surviving,” you finished for him. “They’re just surviving.”

Sebek looked at you, his eyes wide. “But this is a place where people have to fight to live? Where the air is poison and the lights flicker like some kind of nightmare?”

“Yes,” you said softly, your voice a little more somber. “But this is how it is. How it’s always been.”

The shock on Sebek’s face was undeniable. He had lived in a world where honor, strength, and duty were his guiding principles. But here, the people of Zaun were just trying to get by. They didn’t have the luxury of ideals like honor, they had to make do with what little they had.

“Stay close,” you said, your voice firm but gentle. You could see the fear on his face, and for a moment, you realized how much of an outsider he felt here. “I’ll keep you safe. Just trust me.”

Sebek didn’t say anything, but he followed you with a tight grip on his sword hilt. For the first time since you’d known him, he wasn’t the confident, almost overbearing knight; he was just a person trying to navigate a world that was foreign and terrifying to him.

By the time you made it to the small, safe space you knew in the lower levels of Zaun, Sebek was visibly shaken. His hands were clenched into fists, his shoulders tense.

“I—I don’t know how you do it,” Sebek said quietly, his voice shaky. “How do you survive in a place like this? It’s not—it's not right.”

You looked at him, your expression softening. “It’s not perfect, Sebek. But it’s home.”

He swallowed hard, and when his eyes met yours, there was something raw in them,something that had softened over time, something that was no longer just a knight's duty to protect.

“I don’t know if I can ever understand this place,” he said softly. “But… I understand you better now. And that’s what matters.”

His words were a promise,quiet, yet firm. You weren’t alone. Not now. Not anymore.

“Thanks, Sebek,” you said, giving him a small smile.

He nodded, his voice low but steady. “I’ll always fight for you. Always.”

In that moment, you realized that, despite everything, Sebek’s loyalty hadn’t wavered. If anything, it had only deepened. And for that, you were grateful.

English is not my first language !

[that-tmr-girl]

How TMR Boys Would Confess Their Love

Aris

Gets you alone because he'd be way too nervous to do so in front of others

Takes you for a walk on the beach and reaches for your hand

Tries to rehearse what he would say but completely forgets the script while with you

Ends up just babbling out his feelings

Is surprised but relieved when you say you love him too

Gally

Denied it to everyone while his feelings for you grew

Saw a guy flirting with you one day and got so jealous he forgot that he "didn't feel anything for you"

Walked up and told you the truth in front of the dude

Very clear and to the chase

Kissed you until the guy left when you said you returned those feelings

Minho

Was already pretty flirty with you so you had an idea that he liked you

Got tired of just flirting though and wanted to make it official

Randomly decides to tell you he loves you for real for real while you two were in the middle of giving pick up lines

Immediately goes to tell Newt and Thomas when you agree to a date

Makes sure he looks his best just for you

Newt

Wanted to tell you but didn't want to make you uncomfortable

Kept overthinking it and was worried about ruining y'all's friendship

Minho had to push him into it when he got tired of watching him fawn

Wrote a really sweet letter that summed up all his feelings and placed it in your hammock

Kept yours in his pocket all the time when you wrote him back, also confessing

Thomas

Spent a while trying to figure out if he really fell in love with you to make sure he wouldn't hurt you

Realized he definitely loves you when he couldn't even sleep because of you he

Got out of bed and went to your hut to talk to you

Sort of mumbled his feelings but the message was clear

Immediately kissed you when you said you felt the same

[nickeverdeen]

arcane charaters with knowing the reader has a crush on them and like them back? How ould they react?

Arcane characters knowing reader has a crush on them and their feelings are mutual

Vi

Vi's tough persona doesn't disappear, but it softens into a teasing banter

She might playfully tease you about your crush, often accompanied by a smirk or a wink

Vi, being a protector by nature, would subtly demonstrate her care for you

Whether it's offering an extra jacket in the cold or keeping an eye out in crowded situations, she shows her protective side

Vi would actively seek out opportunities to spend time with you, engaging in shared adventures or missions

These situations allow her to be close to you while maintaining a sense of camaraderie

Vi, known for her straightforwardness, would genuinely show interest in your thoughts and feelings

She might ask about your day or share aspects of her own life, fostering a deeper connection

While not overly affectionate, Vi might incorporate subtle touches—a hand on the shoulder or a reassuring pat

Or the cupcake moment she did with Caitlyn

These gestures convey her comfort with you and add a layer of intimacy to your interactions

Vi may initiate friendly challenges or competitions, showcasing her competitive side

It's a way for her to bond with you and share moments of triumph or friendly banter

As the mutual feelings deepen, Vi might find herself gradually opening up about her own vulnerabilities and past

This creates a sense of trust and intimacy between her and you

Vi's loyalty extends to you, and she becomes a reliable source of support

Whether it's standing up for you in tough situations or providing a listening ear, she ensures you know she's there for you

Vi's affection is expressed in more subtle ways

A genuine smile, a lingering look, or a thoughtful gesture—these moments showcase the depth of her feelings without compromising her tough exterior

Although she will definetly flirt with you

Vi becomes comfortable in shared silences with you

These moments, where words are unnecessary, speak volumes about the connection they share

Caitlyn

Caitlyn maintains her professional demeanor but subtly lets her guard down around you

She still prioritizes her duties but might show a softer side in your interactions

Caitlyn engages in conversations that encourage you to share your thoughts and feelings

She's genuinely interested in getting to know you on a personal level

Caitlyn discovers and explores shared interests with you

Whether it's enjoying a mutual hobby or discussing topics they both find intriguing, she creates connections beyond their professional relationship

Caitlyn, in her own reserved way, expresses admiration for your qualities

She may offer subtle compliments, acknowledging your skills or unique attributes

Despite her busy schedule, Caitlyn carves out quality time to spend with you

Whether it's shared meals or quiet moments, she values their time together

Caitlyn becomes a reliable and trustworthy presence for you

Her commitment to upholding justice extends to ensuring the well-being and happiness of those close to her

Caitlyn's protective instincts may surface subtly

She might take extra precautions or subtly intervene if you find yourself in a challenging situation

Caitlyn, though reserved, allows moments of vulnerability to surface

She may share personal stories or experiences, allowing you to see a more genuine side of her

In a composed manner, Caitlyn acknowledges the mutual feelings between them

She might express her sentiments indirectly or through actions, allowing you to understand the depth of her feelings

Caitlyn shows her affection through thoughtful gestures

Whether it's a small gift, a handwritten note, or acts of kindness, these actions reflect her appreciation for you

Jinx

Jinx thrives on playful banter and teasing

She'd likely playfully taunt you about your crush, using a mix of sarcasm and genuine interest, creating a dynamic and unpredictable atmosphere

Jinx would involve you in her mischievous escapades

From planning pranks on Sevika or Silco to causing a bit of chaos together, these shared adventures become the backdrop for their budding connection

Jinx might enjoy the thrill of secret rendezvous with you

Sneaking away for clandestine meetings adds an extra layer of excitement to their relationship

While maintaining her tough exterior, Jinx may allow occasional glimpses of vulnerability

These moments could be brief and fleeting, revealing a more complex side to her personality

Jinx's expressions of affection may be unconventional

Instead of traditional gestures, she might gift you something quirky or set up unexpected surprises that align with her unpredictable nature

Jinx, in her own impulsive way, may unexpectedly come to your aid or defend you when the situation calls for it

Her actions reflect a sense of protective loyalty

Jinx seeks out experiences that provide an adrenaline rush

Whether it's daring stunts or exploring abandoned places, she involves you in activities that fuel your shared thrill-seeking tendencies

Jinx communicates a lot through body language

From playful nudges to intense eye contact, her expressions convey a range of emotions that add depth to their interactions

Jinx's emotions can be unpredictable, swinging between intense passion and moments of vulnerability

You experience the full spectrum of her feelings, creating a unique and dynamic connection

Jinx's loyalty to you is fierce

She stands by you in moments of chaos, showcasing her dedication and willingness to go to extremes for those she cares about

Jayce

Jayce would be naturally friendly and approachable, making you feel comfortable in his presence

His charismatic nature would shine through, creating an inviting atmosphere

Jayce would actively seek out shared interests with you, whether it's in the realm of technology, innovation, or personal hobbies

He sees these commonalities as opportunities to deepen the connection

Given Jayce's intellectual pursuits, he'd engage you in meaningful conversations

From discussing the latest inventions to exploring ideas and theories, he values stimulating intellectual exchanges

Jayce would be genuinely supportive of your endeavors

Whether it's personal goals or professional aspirations, he encourages and believes in your potential, providing a strong pillar of support

Jayce, with a thoughtful nature, might express his affection through small gestures

Whether it's surprising you with a meaningful gift or arranging a special experience, he invests effort in making you feel valued

(And yes I do realize I keep writing “Wheter” 🥲)

A touch of chivalry might be present in Jayce's interactions

He could exhibit traditional gestures of politeness and consideration, reflecting his respect and admiration for you

Jayce will 100% flex his muscles from time to time when you’re alone

While maintaining a respectful tone, Jayce might engage in occasional flirtatious banter

His charm manifests through playful remarks and subtle compliments, adding a layer of romantic tension

Jayce recognizes the importance of quality time in building a connection

Whether it's shared meals, outings, or quiet moments, he ensures you have meaningful experiences together

Jayce is attuned to your emotions and needs

His empathetic nature allows him to understand and navigate the complexities of your feelings, fostering a deeper emotional connection

While maintaining a level of professionalism, Jayce may display subtle forms of public affection

A reassuring touch, a shared smile, or a glance that communicates your connection without being overly conspicuous

Ekko

Ekko's interactions would be filled with playful banter and teasing

He enjoys keeping the atmosphere light-hearted and fun, making you comfortable in expressing your feelings

Ekko would actively involve you in his adventures and experiments

Whether it's exploring new hextech creations or navigating the undercity together, he values shared experiences

Given Ekko's interest in hextech, he might engage you in collaborative projects

Working together on inventive ideas becomes a way to bond and strengthen your connection

Ekko, as a natural inventor, might surprise you with unique and thoughtful inventions

These surprises reflect his creativity and the effort he puts into making you feel special

Ekko's time-manipulating abilities may add an interesting twist to your interactions

He might create moments where time seems to slow down, emphasizing the significance of your connection

Ekko is perceptive and empathetic

He pays attention to your feelings and is understanding of your emotions, creating a supportive environment for open communication

Ekko's adventurous spirit means that he actively seeks out exciting and daring activities

Whether it's exploring hidden places or taking on challenges, he involves you in his quest for excitement

Despite his playful nature, Ekko is capable of having deeper conversations

He might share his thoughts and feelings, creating moments of emotional intimacy that strengthen your bond

Ekko might express his feelings through physical affection, such as playful nudges, high-fives, or even inventive ways of showing closeness without being overly romantic

Ekko sees the relationship as an opportunity for mutual growth

He encourages you to pursue your interests and supports you in your endeavors, fostering a sense of personal and collective development

Viktor

Viktor values deep and meaningful conversations

He would engage you in discussions about innovation, progress, and your personal interests, creating a connection through shared intellectual pursuits

Recognizing your passions and talents, Viktor might involve you in collaborative projects

Working together on scientific or technological endeavors becomes a way to strengthen your bond

Both driven by a desire for progress, Viktor and you would share a common vision

You collaborate on projects that contribute to the betterment of Zaun and Piltover, emphasizing your shared goals

Despite his stoic exterior, Viktor is empathetic

He provides emotional support to you, understanding the complexities of your feelings and offering a steady presence during challenging times

Viktor might express his affection in subtle and thoughtful ways

Whether it's a shared moment of silence, a reassuring touch, or a small, meaningful gesture, these actions convey his feelings

Viktor and you would reflect on the progress of your relationship and personal growth

He values a partnership where both individuals contribute to each other's development

Viktor's strategic mindset extends to relationship dynamics

He might plan thoughtful dates or experiences, considering your preferences and creating moments that deepen your connection

Viktor understands the balance between ambition and personal life

He ensures that you feel valued and prioritized, demonstrating that your relationship is an integral part of his life

Viktor sees the relationship as an opportunity for continuous learning and growth

Whether exploring new areas of science or embracing personal interests, they embark on a journey of discovery together

Despite the seriousness of his work, Viktor would appreciate the importance of light-hearted moments

He might engage in occasional humor or playful activities, allowing the relationship to have a well-rounded dynamic

[pappydaddy]

made for loving you (s.h.)

a/n: we are just pretending that they had the ability to remotely check their voicemail systems in 1985, okay lovelies? awesome!

tv show/movie: stranger things | pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested by the lovely @echos-scomplink (ily lovely!)

synopsis: steve fears his chance with y/n is ruined leading to breathless proclamations in the rain. based on i was made for loving you by kiss.

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  King Steve never believed in the whole soulmate idea. He found it certifiably insane for someone to think that someone was made specifically for one person, it was baffling to him. Not only did the idea of commitment send a shockwave akin to the eight-point-zero magnitude earthquake through his body, but the idea of committing to one person blew his feeble little mind. How could someone become so in love with one person? Was it just that it is actually just socially acceptable to have affairs and simply never talk about it? He didn’t understand it. He couldn’t comprehend the rhotic lacing romance novels and movies. How could someone be so obsessed with someone that they devote their whole life to this one person? How could someone be so obsessed with someone that can be happy spending their whole life around someone? Because, certainly, his parents are not happy spending their whole lives together.

  It all fell into place like puzzle pieces in the Summer 1985 when he first laid eyes on Y/N L/N. She worked in the Ladies’ Speciality store on the same floor as Scoops Ahoy. He would see her going to the food court, passing by the Parlour on her way to her shift or leaving for the day. He hadn’t even talked to her and he was infatuated. Not a word was spoken to him from her lips and he was being driven mad by the thought. It wasn’t until Y/N came in to get some ice cream with Robin (the two forming a friendship from working so close together) on her day off before they headed to the community pool that he spoke his first words to her. 

  From there, he was entranced. It all made sense to him. Every poem ever written about the obsession of love. Every line of literature that oozed with the sense of pining. He knew that he was made solely for her. To love her. To hold her. To simply be with her. It was his higher purpose. His calling. He was simply there to be hers. Despite his fumbling attempts at talking to her, Y/N found his dorkiness endearing enough to take a chance on him by making the first move - asking him to call her.  

  Unfortunately, that’s as far as Steve got before getting trapped in a storage room and plummeting into a Russian Underground Base. Her phone number in his passenger seat and the suggestive words of a date hanging in the air of his car from where she uttered them two nights ago. If he hadn’t been trapped and, consequently, kidnapped by Russians, there would be no way in hell Y/N would be at the Fourth of July party with some jock who didn’t even know her favourite ice cream flavour. 

  “I’m sorry,” Steve blinked, a dumb look on his face as he looked at Robin. Robin cocked her head to the side with a roll of her eyes, waiting for Steve to speak as she still held the payphone receiver in the air. “I must have heard you wrong,” He continued, speaking with a chuckle, hoping she was wrong. “‘Cause it sounded like you said that Y/N left you a voicemail saying she was going out on a date tonight-”

  “It’s ‘cause of the giant flesh spider running rampant through Hawkins, isn’t it?” Dustin nodded as if he understood why Steve was so pale after hearing this news. Baffled, Steve and Robin both looked at him as he stood there, sweat staining through his graphic shirt. 

  Opening and closing his mouth like a fish, Steve shot a panicked look between Dustin and Robin. The three of them were off to the side, away from the rest of the scheming groups as Robin checked her voicemail, hoping to hear anything from Y/N to make sure she was okay. “No,” Steve nearly yelled, his voice impossibly high. “Well, now I’m worried about that.” 

  Robin, finally hanging up the phone, sighed. “She said he was taking her to the carnival,” Dread filled Steve. Obviously, Robin noticed since she continued on. “According to Hopper and Joyce, the carnival was untouched by the giant flesh spider-” She gave Dustin a pointed look for wording it that way. “And if this flesh spider is looking for this El girl, Y/N should be safe.” 

  “Again, not what I’m worried about,” Steve stressed, a hand coming up to run through his matted and grimy hair. Blood, sweat, and product weighed his normally fluffy hair down. “I’m more concerned about the fact that she’s out on a date with another guy because I was just trapped in a Russian Base for like three days!”

  Dustin scoffed, causing Steve’s eyes to point angrily at him. “Calm down, Drama Queen. It was like 48 hours,” Dustin looked between Steve and Robin, shrinking slightly as he took in the context of the situation. “Which clearly felt like three days and jeopardised Steve’s chances with Y/N. I can clearly see that now.” 

  Silence enclosed around the three as they stood there. Robin ran the voicemail over in her head, trying to decipher how her new friend felt about this date knowing her feelings for the floppy haired new graduate that currently stood across from her. Dustin, trying to gauge the situation, looked between Robin and Steve before slowly starting to back up in an attempt to remove himself. 

  Steve. Steve was a ball of anxiety. So much so that this made Robin realise that Steve had actually changed. King Steve wouldn’t have cared. King Steve would have just shrugged it off and went off to find his new conquest. She could actually see the doubts and insecurities bubbling to the surface of his mind. “Wow. Nancy Wheeler ruined you, didn’t she?” Robin whispered, but she wasn’t one-hundred percent sure that the words met Steve’s ears. His mind seemed to be screaming too loud for him to hear anything else. 

  “I should’ve just manned up and asked her out,” Steve was beating himself up. Literally. Robin watched, a look of pure shock and bafflement on her freckled face, as he beat a closed fist into an opened hand. Just enough for his already swollen, bruised, and cut face to wince but not enough for it to attract anyone’s attention. “Now, she’s probably having the time of her life with this quarterback who will get a full ride to the University of Alabama or something-” He muttered to himself, the punches continuing, concerning Robin slightly. 

  “Woah, woah, woah,” Robin’s voice cracked slightly as she lunged forward. Gently, her hands grasped Steve’s wrists, keeping him from hitting his hand again. Steve, eyes watering in sheer insecurity, looked at her. Her heart broke for both her new found friends. She knew Y/N wasn’t having the time of her life. A, she hated stereotypical jocks and, if memory serves Robin right, this guy was the quintessential quarterback. B, she wasn’t with Steve - her long-standing crush. Something she admitted to Robin drunkenly. “Go to her.” 

  “What?” Steve’s voice was wobbly. It was soft. 

  “Go to her, Steve. You remember where she lives, you dropped her off that one time when her car wouldn’t start,” She started to explain. “Go to her, tell her how you feel. Lay it all at her feet.” 

  “W-what about everyone else?” He stammered, wide eyes looking towards the cluster of people. Robin waved her hand dismissively, making him look back at her. Her blue eyes were so confident and sure. They were compelling him to listen to her. Confirming that everything will be okay if he just listened to her. 

  They stared at each other, locked in a kind of communication only people destined to be best friends could achieve. “We can survive. We will survive.” She urged him despite the fact that she didn’t believe those words one bit. Swallowing thickly, Steve slowly nodded. Brown eyes casting over the cluster of people. Some he fought side-by-side with for the past two years, some who just joined the battle. They were all probably more capable than Steve at everything. At least, that’s what he tells himself. 

  Squaring his shoulders, he stood to his full height. “I’m going,” He spoke with a firm nod. The kind of nod that sealed some of the best and worst plans in history. “I’m going to her.” Just as the rubber sole of his converse slapped the pristine tile as he started to move towards the exit, unsure of how he’s going to get to Y/N’s place with no car, Hopper’s sharp whistle of his lips stopped him. 

  Seeing a Walkie-Talkie flying through the air, landing right in the scrambling hands of a nervous Dustin, disappointment and dread filled him. He wasn’t going to be able to slip away that easily. He barely listened as Hopper, Dustin, and Erica bickered about how it was best for them to communicate, hoping that whatever the solution was could spare him. His body buzzed with the need to tell Y/N everything. The need to bare his soul to her. The need to be near her - nay. To be hers. 

  The jingle of keys brought him from his locked in zone, letting him catch the keys Hopper was throwing him in time. “Steve’s in charge.” Those words weighted Steve’s soul down to the depths of the bowls of Hell for he knew this night was far from over. 

  “Come on,” Steve gruffed, his drive zeroing in. His sole focus was simply on beating this shit for another time and getting to Y/N as fast as he could. “Let’s kill these bastards.” 

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  By the time it all fell silent again, rain was pelting down. Once the paramedic’s gave Steve the okay to leave and the firefighters were able to retrieve one of his keys from the Scoops backroom (thank god for cold rooms), he didn’t waste any time speeding off. He knew he should probably change his clothes from something that bore his blood, sweat, and tears, but he simply couldn’t waste another moment. That’s how, after a bout of reckless driving and a few near-misses, Steve was parking on the street, peering into the darkened driveway of Y/N L/N’s house. 

  A moment of hesitation fluttered through him. One thought was about the possibility of her not being home. The other one being the very likely possibility of her being asleep given the late hour. Another thought was about her parents not appreciating a beaten and bloody person professing their love for their daughter. However, a warm glow emitting from an upstairs window and her car being the only one parked in the driveway reassured him enough for him to muster the courage back up to get out of the car. 

  “You just survived two days in a Russian base and an interdimensional creature made of human flesh. You can do this.” He breathed, pumping himself up. Shaking his limbs out, his eyes zeroed in on the front door of her house. Just like a magnet, his body started to be pulled towards her, almost as if it were sure that it was meant to be around her. With a determination greater than the determination he felt to get out of the Russian base, he started to move quicker up her driveway until he was practically running up the rather long driveway, rain pelting his shirt and hair. 

  Standing there, his chest heaved as his back tingled with a mix of excitement and nerves. Before his consciousness could catch up, his finger was jabbing the doorbell repeatedly - much to his own horror. Despite not wanting to continuously ring the doorbell, his finger couldn’t seem to leave it alone until she pulled the door open. It was like his eyes were desperate to see her and his body was doing everything in its power to do just that. 

  “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Even with the muffled voice barely making it through the wooden front door and the sound of socked feet rushing down the stairs, his finger never ceased to stop pushing the doorbell. Part of him hoped that if the Jock did accompany her back to her place, his incessant doorbell ringing was annoying him. The large majority of him, however, was mortified that he couldn’t seem to stop ringing the damn doorbell. Suddenly, the door was pulled open, the burst of air from the movement making her hair wisp back from her face perfectly and Steve was stunned into a stupor, finger pressing on the button. 

  “Steve,” A look of shock crossed her face before it deepened once she caught the sight of his face in the glow of the entryway light. “Oh, my god, Steve!” She breathed out, concern lacing her voice as her hand came up to delicately cover her mouth as she took in his nearly swollen shut eye. 

  He couldn’t muster up any words. Hell, he couldn’t even take his finger off the doorbell. Hesitantly, Y/N reached out. He wasn’t sure if she was scared of him or scared to hurt him, but once her slightly cold fingers met the wet skin of his wrist, he blinked out of the trace he had been lulled into. “I needed to come see you,” His voice was much more hoarse than what it had been earlier. His throat was dry from the lack of water, but his body was becoming more and more exhausted as the seconds ticked by, but he felt energy shooting through him now that he stood in her presence. “Robin told me about your date with the Jock tonight and I couldn’t lose you just because I was kidnapped by Russians for two days.” 

  “You were what,” Y/N blinked, expression dropping from shocked to horrified. “Steve! You need to go to the hospital or the police station! Not to my house! This is serious-” She started fretting, her hands coming up, looking like they were going to lay on his face. His skin tingled in anticipation of her touch on him and his chest heaved as he tried to control his breathing, his eyes darkening, but her hands stilled halfway there. “Does it hurt?” She breathed, hands slightly shaking as her own adrenaline coursed through her.

  Steve, with another surge of confidence, reached his own hands out to grab her wrists gently. Suddenly, as his fingers wrapped around the softness of her skin, he was all too aware that he hadn’t had a shower in two days and probably smelled horrible. On top of it, he was very much aware of the level of grime on his skin. But Y/N didn’t seem to care as her wrists seemed to sink into his hands, relief washing over her at the feel of his touch. “I’m fine. I got checked over by the paramedics, the Feds were there. I am fine,” He reassured her, noting the worry that still swam within the depths of her eyes. “But I needed to come see you. I would have ran here the second I escaped, but I was stopped.” 

  “Probably the paramedics stopped you because you were kidnapped, Steve,” She blinked and in a split second, guilt consumed him for not being able to tell her more. He was sure he would eventually tell her everything, but he didn’t want to scare her off. “But why did you need to see me so badly, you must be exhausted.” She furrowed her eyebrows, eyes flicking over his face. 

  “I needed to tell you how I feel, Y/N. Hearing that you were out with the Jock tonight, I-” He cut himself off, his throat swelling with emotion. “I couldn’t lose you. I couldn’t lose the person I was made for,” His words were like drops of blood dripping from his bleeding heart. “I can’t get enough of you, Y/N. I need to be around you and I’ve never understood the concept of soulmates until I saw you,” Shock crashed against Y/N like a tidal wave. Staring at the beaten and bruised boy, she could only manage to blink her eyes slowly as his words bleed with passion. “Y/N, there is no doubt in my mind that I was made solely to love you.” 

  Those words hung in the air like an anvil ready to squash Steve as his eyes burned into her shell-shocked ones. Her mouth hung open slightly as he could see her brain processing the words her ears just heard. Suddenly, she snapped back to reality, her jaw softly closing as she stood up, eyes as soft as a plush bed - making Steve want to lay within them for the rest of his life. “Oh Steve,” She breathed out, seemingly overwhelmed with the proclamation. Steve’s heart lurched, the anvil dropping an inch. An equally as soft smile as her eyes graced her lips, but it did little to ease Steve’s anxiety. “I thought you were never going to make a move. I thought you didn’t like me like that-” 

  Her words were cut off as Steve grabbed her face in his blood stained and, truthfully, grimy hands. In one motion, his lips nearly jumped on hers, kicking off a feverish kiss. His lips moved against her stunned ones as if she were the water he was so deprived of for two days. As if she were the thing he was derived from for so long. As if she were the air he needed in order to live. 

  He could feel the gentle touch of her fingertips ever so lightly touching his forearms as her lips seemed to match his speed, her body coming to life after falling into the shock of the sudden kiss. Goosebumps marked the trail of her fingertips as they made their way up to his hands. Soon, the warmth of her hands rested over his, just sitting there. Almost as if she was using them to tell if this was real or just a dream. Steve was worried about the same thing but the coldness of the pouring rain hitting his back as the wind blew it under the cover of her porch told him it was all reality.

  Their lungs ached, Steve’s bruised ribs pulsed from his lungs beating against them, begging for air, not realising the lips he was attached to were (in fact) his air. Their chests swelled with warmth, both from their hearts becoming electrified with love and from the burning of their chests screaming from the lack of air. Lips became feverish in desperation as they both realised that, soon, they would have to pull away. Steve hated himself as he reluctantly pulled his lips back ever so slightly, just enough for both of them to suck in air, chests heaving - panting as if they had just ran a marathon. 

  Neither of them opened their eyes, feeling the laboured puffs of breath against their swollen lips as shockwaves of tingles shot through their bodies as if they were still kissing. “Nope,” Steve shook his head. “Not enough yet.” Y/N’s eyes fluttered open out of an act of confusion just in time for Steve’s lips to pounce back onto hers, this time her feet stumbling back from the force, his body crashing flush against hers. A squeak left her lips as she felt like she was going to fall backwards but his hands immediately left her cheeks, flying to her waist to pull her against him even more. 

  “Steve-” She pulled her mouth back slightly, words muffled by his lips still, but the risk of biting either of their tongues lowered, but he shushed her, ready to let his lungs explode if that meant he could keep kissing her. “Steve-” She tried again with a giggle, hands coming up to his chest to hold him back slightly. Finally opening their eyes, Y/N was stunned for a moment as she saw Steve. His lip now swollen, the cut on his lip re-opened and bleeding slightly. His eyes (or the eye that wasn’t swollen shut) nearly blown out as if he were high. Regaining her thoughts, she cocked her head to the side, eyes softening from the heated pools they were seconds ago. “Do you need a place to stay tonight?” She asked, having only caught enough information about his home life to know his parents were barely around and when they were, they barely met the standards of parents, let alone supportive and kind parents.

  Suddenly, and if Steve wasn’t already sure, he knew he had finally found the place in the world he was looking for. He found the purpose of his life. He found the thing he would live and breathe. He found the thing he would even die for. “Actually, yeah.” He said almost sheepishly, realising his house key was on the set of keys the Russians took from him and his parents were away (shockingly). He felt scared, worried that she would think he came here and professed false feelings just so that he could have a place to sleep for the night. 

  His worries were eased with that soft smile slipping upon her swollen lips as she stepped back, Steve’s hands reluctantly letting go of her waist. “Come on in. I’ll even let you shower and sleep in my bed.” She winked, a giggle gracing the dimly lit entryway as she backed up, Steve following immediately - almost like she was luring him into a trance like state just with her beauty. In that moment, he knew he would never get enough of her and he will live everyday trying to give his everything to her.