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Post-Fight Adrenaline

Summary: He just dropped the gloves during a game, and he's still hyped when he finds you in the hallway afterward.

Warnings: Fighting, Flirting, Being a Ranger's fan, Smut, Fingering, Dirty talk, Public sex, Begging, PWP, No protection, Talk of aftercare, Talk of being caught, Mention of more rounds

Word Count: 3.7k

Matt was pulling on his hockey gear in the locker room, the familiar weight of the pads and padding a comfort to him. He could hear the sound of his teammates laughing and joking around, the pre-game atmosphere building as they prepared for the upcoming game. The coach came in, clipboard in hand. "Rempe, can I talk to you for a minute?" Matt nodded and moved to the side, a sense of curiosity mixing with his excitement. The coach gave him a serious look. "I want you to focus on extra defense tonight," he said. "Our opponents have a couple of good forwards, and I want you on them like a hawk." Matt nodded again, determination filling him. "You can count on me, coach," he said, a hint of defiance in his voice. He knew he could handle those forwards, he had faced tougher players before. The coach seemed to see the determination in Matt's eyes and gave him a satisfied nod. "Good," he said. "I've got faith in you, Rempe. Just remember, keep your head in the game and trust your instincts. You're one of our best players for a reason."

Matt felt a surge of pride at the coach's words, but tried to remain nonchalant as he replied, "Yeah, yeah. I got this." He went back to finishing getting ready, his mind already going through the game plan. The team was called out of the locker room and into the rink, the cheers of the crowd washing over them. Matt could feel the anticipation coursing through his veins, his heart pumping with adrenaline. He took his place on the ice, sizing up the opposing team and searching for the opponents the coach had mentioned. The puck dropped and the game began, the sound of skates scraping against the ice and the thud of bodies colliding filling the arena. Matt was laser-focused, his eyes darting back and forth as he tracked the movements of the opponents the coach had pointed out.

He could see them trying to find openings, trying to get past the defense. But Matt was there, blocking their path, his stick and body working together to neutralize their advances. His teammates were giving it their all, and Matt could feel the energy flowing between them like a current. As the game went on, the intensity only increased. Matt found himself in a few scrums, his opponents trying to get under his skin. But he wouldn't let them rattle him, his focus remaining sharp. He would push back, throwing a few well-aimed punches and jabs when necessary. The third period rolled around, fatigue starting to settle in, but the adrenaline still pumping through the players. Matt's eyes were narrowed as he continued to keep an eye on the opponents, who were getting more and more frustrated. They had been trying to rile him up all game, but he had maintained his composure. Suddenly, one of the opponents took a cheap shot at a teammate, hitting him in a vulnerable spot. It was a dirty play, and Matt felt anger flare up within him. Without a second thought, he dropped his gloves and skated towards the offending player.

The crowd roared as the two players dropped their gloves, preparing for a fight. Matt's opponent wasted no time, charging at him with a wild swing. Matt deftly dodged, countering with a quick jab to the ribs. The opponent grunted, his eyes narrowing as he retaliated with a powerful haymaker. Matt blocked it, the force of the blow jarring his arm but not fazing him. The two players traded blows, each trying to gain the upper hand. Matt could feel the impact of each punch, but he pushed through it, his focus unwavering. He landed a solid hook to the jaw, causing his opponent to stagger back. The crowd was going wild now, cheering for Matt as he continued to press forward. The fight lasted for what seemed like an eternity, both Matt and his opponent refusing to back down. They traded jabs and blocks, each looking for an opening to land a decisive blow. Matt's eye was swelling from a particularly solid punch, but he kept going. Finally, the referee moved in, separating the two players, his whistle piercing through the air. Matt skated back to his bench, his chest heaving with each breath. His teammates patted him on the back, grins on their faces. He could hear the crowd cheering, the adrenaline still coursing through his system. He winced as he rubbed at his swollen eye, knowing that he would have a hell of a black eye tomorrow.

But he couldn't deny that he loved it. There was something about a good old-fashioned hockey fight that always got his blood pumping. He felt alive when he was in the middle of it all, the thrill of the fight and the satisfaction of standing up for his team and himself. The game continued, and Matt kept playing with a fierce determination. His swollen eye was a minor inconvenience, and the fight had only fueled his fire. He was in the zone now, his every move precise and focused. As the game went on, the tension in the arena continued to build. The final minutes ticked away, and the score was neck and neck. The final minutes of the game were intense, both teams giving it their all. Matt could feel the excitement in the air, the crowd on the edge of their seats. The score remained tied until the last few seconds, and then. The final buzzer sounded, and the crowd erupted into cheers as the New York Rangers were declared the winners. Matt let out a whoop of triumph, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. His teammates were swarming him, slapping him on the back and cheering in celebration. Matt grinned, his swollen eye and bruised knuckles a testament to the fight he had won both on and off the ice. The feeling of victory was sweeter than ever, and Matt knew he would be riding this high for days.

Matt walked through the hallway, still riding the high of the victory. His body was exhausted, but his mind was buzzing with excitement. He was trying to make his way to the locker room, planning on a hot shower and some relaxation, when he noticed you standing in the hallway. He stopped in his tracks, a grin spreading across his face. "Hey there," he said, his voice still filled with adrenaline. "What are you doing here?" He took a step closer, his eyes sparkling with energy. "Did you see the game? We crushed them!" You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. He was practically vibrating with excitement, still buzzing from the game. "Yeah, I saw the game," you replied, amusement clear in your voice. "You guys were incredible out there. That fight in the third period was insane." Matt's grin widened, his swollen eye only adding to his fierce appearance. "Yeah, that was a good one," he said, his voice filled with pride. "I didn't want to let them get away with that cheap shot on my teammate. It felt great to knock that guy on his ass." You chuckled at his boastful attitude, amused by his competitive nature. "You looked pretty badass out there," you complimented. "I'm just impressed you're still standing with that black eye." Matt reached up and gingerly touched his swollen eye, wincing slightly at the touch. "Eh, it's just a minor inconvenience," he said, dismissing the pain with a wave of his hand. "It'll be gone in a few days. Besides, the win is worth a black eye any day."

You couldn't help but be impressed by his toughness. Most people would be complaining and whining about a swollen eye, but Matt was practically gloating about it. "You're something else, you know that?" you teased, shaking your head in amusement. Matt leaned against the wall, still buzzing not just from the win, but from you standing there, close enough to feel the heat between you. His grin softened into something slower, hungrier. That adrenaline from earlier wasn’t fading anytime soon. “Yeah,” he murmured, voice lower now rougher like it had been after a fight. But this time, his fists weren't clenched in anger. One hand braced beside your head as he stepped in closer. “I do know something else.” He tilted his chin down slightly, eyes locked on yours through the swelling and sweat and triumph. You could practically feel his body radiating warmth and tension. His proximity was setting your heart thumping as his gaze held yours. Your eyes flicked to his knuckles, still red from using them on another player, before locking back on his face. "And what's that?" you asked, trying to keep your voice even despite the flutter in your chest. Matt leaned in closer, his hand still pressed against the wall next to your head while the other found your hip, gently but possessively. He was practically boxing you in against the wall now, and his voice dropped to a low growl, sending shivers up your spine. "I know that I'm still riding that adrenaline high right now, doll." He gently tugged your hip against his, just enough to emphasize exactly what kind of adrenaline he was talking about.

The nickname doll sent a shiver down your spine, heat pooling in your stomach as his body pressed against yours. His gaze was intense, that feral gleam still in his eyes, and the way his thumb caressed your hip made it hard to focus. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was feeding off your reactions, which only fueled the fire within him even more. "And what are you going to do about it, tough guy?" you challenged, your voice surprisingly steady considering your heart was racing. Matt let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a thrill through you. His grip on your hip tightened, his fingers digging into the fabric of your clothes, as if he couldn't bear to let go. "I have a few ideas," he murmured, his voice low and dark. He leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear, the heat radiating off of him like a furnace. "All of them require a little bit of… privacy." His words made your pulse quicken, and despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but lean further into his grip, your head spinning with a mix of excitement and anticipation. The thought of being alone with him right now, in this state you didn't trust yourself to speak, so instead you simply gave him a nod, a silent agreement to whatever his ideas entailed. Matt's eyes flashed, the gleam in them growing more intense at your silent consent. He wasted no time in guiding you down the empty hallway, practically pulling you towards the secluded area he had in mind. His grip on your hip remained firm, almost possessive, as he maneuvered through the halls, his focus solely on getting you alone with him as quickly as possible.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the anticipation building with every step. You knew this was risky, you knew that getting caught could be disastrous but at the same time, you couldn't bring yourself to care. Not when Matt was looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole, not when his touch sent electric jolts through your body. You followed him willingly, practically running alongside him as he led you toward whatever fate awaited them in that secluded corner of the arena. Finally, you found yourselves tucked away in a narrow corridor, out of sight and away from prying eyes. Matt wasted no time in pinning you against the wall, his body pressing against yours again, trapping you between the cool concrete and his solid frame. His hands were on your hips again, his fingers gripping the fabric of your clothes tightly as he leaned in, his breath hot against your neck. "Alone at last," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Now I can do what I've been wanting to do for hours." Your breath hitched at his words, your entire body on fire as you practically melted under his touch. You knew you should say something, tease him, challenge him, something, but words failed you in that moment. All you could do was tilt your head back, baring your neck to him in a silent invitation. Your hands found his shoulders, fingers digging into his jersey as you clung to him, desperate for more.

A low groan rumbled in Matt's chest as you exposed your throat to him, the sound sending vibrations through your body. He didn't hesitate, immediately leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. One hand left your hip to tangle in your hair, tugging lightly as he continued his assault, determined to mark you, claim you. The other slid around to grab your ass, squeezing roughly as he ground his hips against yours, letting you feel just how much he wanted you. You gasped sharply as his teeth scraped your sensitive skin, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. Your own hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles tense beneath his shirt as he kissed and nipped at your neck. When his hand gripped your ass, you let out a soft moan, arching into him as he pressed his hardness against you through his hockey uniform. It was all so overwhelming, so intoxicating, and you found yourself craving more, needing him to take control completely. "Matt," you breathed, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "Please…" At the needy sound of your voice, the desperate plea falling from your lips, something inside Matt snapped. With a growl, he captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving past your parted lips to claim every inch of you. He kissed you like a man starved, like he needed you to breathe, and it was intoxicating. His hands were everywhere, groping, squeezing, exploring every curve and plane of your body as if committing it to memory. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your jaw, across your cheek, to nip at your earlobe before whispering huskily, "Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me how badly you need me."

Your senses reeled from the intensity of his kiss, your head spinning as you tried to keep up with his passionate onslaught. But when he pulled back to demand what you wanted, you found your voice, your words tumbling out in a rush. "I need you inside me, Matt. Please, I can't stand it anymore… I need to feel you." The admission was raw, honest, and it seemed to ignite something fierce within him. His eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide with lust, and he claimed your mouth once more in a bruising kiss. Matt's control shattered at your desperate plea, a primal hunger taking over. In one swift motion, he spun you around and pinned you face-first against the wall, his body molding to your back. His large hands made quick work of your pants, yanking them down just enough to expose you. He palmed himself through his compression shorts, groaning at the friction. Leaning down, he bit at your shoulder, sucking hard to leave a vivid mark. "Gonna fuck you so hard," he growled, his voice strained with barely restrained desire. "Gonna make you scream my name until everyone knows who you belong to." Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside you, pumping them roughly as he used his thumb to circle your clit.

A sharp cry tore from your throat as his fingers invaded you, stretching and filling you in ways that made stars explode behind your eyelids. The relentless pressure on your clit sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins, making your legs tremble and your hips buck back against him instinctively. "Yes, oh god yes!" you whimpered, the words lost in the haze of ecstasy. The knowledge that he was about to claim you, to brand you as his, sent a thrill of excitement racing down your spine. You felt his cock straining against his shorts, aching to be free, and you couldn't wait to have it deep inside you where it belonged. "Fuck me, Matt! Please, I need it now!" you begged, your voice high and desperate. Matt snarled at your wanton begging, the sound echoing obscenely in the empty corridor. With a few deft movements, he freed his throbbing erection, giving it a few rough strokes. Then, with no further preamble, he lined himself up and slammed in, burying himself to the hilt in your tight heat. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the exquisite sensation, his hips stuttering as he fought the urge to come right then and there. "Fuck, you feel incredible," he panted, his forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder. "So fucking tight, like you were made for me." He gave you a moment to adjust before he started moving. A strangled cry ripped from your lungs as he filled you, the sudden intrusion leaving you breathless and trembling. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but it was a sweet kind of agony that only heightened your arousal. As he began to move, setting a punishing pace, you threw your head back against his chest, surrendering to the relentless rhythm. Each powerful thrust hit a spot deep inside you that made sparks dance behind your eyelids, and you could feel your climax building with alarming speed. "Harder, please!" you pleaded, your nails scraping against the wall as you tried to get closer to the edge. "Don't stop, don't ever stop!"

Encouraged by your desperate pleas, Matt redoubled his efforts, his hips slamming against yours with bruising force. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely in the confined space, mingling with your escalating moans and his grunts of exertion. One hand snaked around to rub tight circles on your clit while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, holding you steady as he pounded into you mercilessly. "That's it, take it," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Gonna fill this perfect little cunt with my cum, mark you inside and out." The filthy words only added to the intensity, pushing you closer and closer to your peak. The crude declaration sent you hurtling over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. Your inner walls clenched around Matt's pistoning length, milking him for all he was worth as wave after wave of pure bliss washed over you. "Oh god, Matt, yes!" you screamed, your voice hoarse and ragged. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Through the haze of ecstasy, you could feel him swell even larger inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. And then, with a final, brutal shove, he buried himself to the root and came with a roar, flooding your spasming channel with his hot seed.

Matt's entire body went rigid as he emptied himself inside you, his cock pulsing and twitching as spurt after spurt of his release painted your insides. A low, animalistic groan rumbled in his chest, his face contorted in the throes of his intense climax. For long moments, he remained still, savoring the feeling of your fluttering walls milking him dry, your combined fluids leaking out around his softening member. Eventually, he slumped against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close as you both struggled to catch your breath. "Holy shit," he panted, pressing lazy kisses along your shoulder blade. "That was… fuck. You're amazing." Slowly, reluctantly, he eased out of you, both of you hissing at the sensitivity. You sagged against the wall, your knees threatening to buckle as the aftershocks of your intense orgasm rippled through you. Matt's gentle kisses and soothing words helped calm your racing heart, and you leaned back into his embrace, savoring the warmth and security of his strong arms wrapped around you. Your voice still shaky from the sheer intensity of your climax. "You're pretty amazing yourself, Matt." Despite the lingering soreness between your thighs, you couldn't help but smile, feeling content and satisfied in a way you never had before. Matt chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against your back. He turned you in his arms, cupping your face gently as he gazed down at you with a mixture of tenderness and residual lust. "You okay?" he asked, his thumbs brushing lightly over your cheeks. "I may have gotten a little carried away there at the end." Despite the concern in his voice, there was a playful glint in his bruised eye, a reminder of the passion that had just consumed you both.

You nodded, a slow, dazed smile spreading across your face as you basked in the afterglow. "More than okay," you assured him, your voice still husky from your cries of pleasure. "Carried away? That was just the beginning for me." You leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender, lingering kiss, pouring all the emotions swirling inside you into the simple act of connection. When you finally broke apart, you rested your forehead against his, your breath mingling. "We should probably clean up before someone finds us," you whispered, though the thought of being discovered in such an intimate state held no fear for you now. Matt smiled against your lips, the kiss turning him on all over again despite having just finished. He knew you were right, that they needed to tidy themselves up before the risk of getting caught became too great. Still, he wasn't ready to let you go just yet. "Mmm, you're probably right," he agreed reluctantly, pressing one last soft peck to your nose. "But first…" In a fluid motion, he scooped you up bridal style, cradling you against his broad chest. "Let me help you back to the locker room. I think we both deserve a nice, hot shower after that performance." His grin was wicked, full of promise and barely contained desire, hinting that their intimate activities might not be quite over for the day.

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You Ask For A Kiss

Rooster: Rooster grins and chuckles, his eyes shining with mischief. "Kisses, huh? You're a straight-forward one, aren't you?" He takes a step closer, his expression turning slightly cheeky. "You know, I don't just give out kisses to anyone who asks." He looks you up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment before returning to your eyes. "What makes you think you deserve a kiss from me?"

Bob: His body tenses up, and his eyes go wide as you lean over and whisper the question in his ear. His heart is immediately pounding in his chest as he processes your request. His breathing stutters, and he gulps, his mind racing. He stammers out, "K-kisses? R- really?"

Fanboy: Mickey is a bit surprised by the forward request, but he quickly regains his composure and gives you a sly smile. "Kisses, huh?" he says, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. He takes a step closer to you, his eyes locked on yours. "I guess I could be persuaded to give you a kiss if you ask nicely."

Hangman: Jake smiles at you, his eyes locked on your lips as you ask for a kiss. "A kiss, huh? You sure you can handle me?" He leans in close, so close that his lips are just a few inches away from yours. His eyes flick to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "Come closer," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "And let me show you what I can do with these lips."

Phoenix: Natasha's face lights up with a charming smile, her eyes sparkling as she processes your question. She chuckles softly, feeling a flutter of excitement in her chest. "You want kisses, huh?" she teases, her voice velvety and rich. "I'd be more than happy to oblige." She takes a step closer, her hand gently brushing against your arm as she gazes into your eyes. She leans in slightly, her breath warm against your skin as she murmurs. "Come here."

Coyote: Javy grins and steps closer to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you want kisses, huh?" He takes a moment to look you over, his gaze lingering on your curves. "I can definitely arrange that."

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Leaving Kiss Prints On Them

Wednesday: She lets out a little gasp and stares at you with wide eyes. Her heart was pounding now, and she swore that the heat from where you kissed her neck was spreading throughout her whole body. "Wha… what was that for?" She finally manages to demand after a moment of processing.

Enid: "Heyyy, quit ittt" Enid whines, though there is no anger behind her protest. She lightly smacks your hand as you attempt to place a few more smooches on her neck, trying to stifle the giggles that are bubbling in her chest. She loves it when you do this, but she won't admit that it makes her swoon, even jokingly. Enid can't even pretend to dislike the attention, letting out a happy sigh when you place yet another kiss on her cheek.

Xavier: Xavier lets out a low, guttural moan when you place that first, soft kiss on his skin. It is almost as if he was waiting for it, for you, to mark him, and finally, you are doing it. Just that single, soft display of affection and ownership from you makes him shiver with desire. "You're gonna drive me mad, babe."

Rowan: He's not used to affection like that so he'd probably be flustered, his cheeks tinted pink as he touches his skin where you left the kiss marks- and with a shaky laugh he'd jokingly ask "what was that for?" While his arm pulls you in against his body.

Tyler: Tyler's expression softens as he feels your lips gently graze his skin, leaving behind fleeting imprints of affection. His initial surprise gives way to a tender smile, and he can't help but reach up and gently caress your cheek with his thumb. "You really like marking your territory, don't you?" he teases affectionately, his eyes twinkling with a mix of fondness and amusement.

Ajax: Every time he sees the kiss marks on his skin, he would shiver. A soft pink flush creeps up on his cheeks as he touches the mark with the tips of his fingers. It left him flustered and happy. He loved the way your lips felt on his skin, and he secretly craved for more. Just imagining the way your lips marked his skin made him feel tingly, and he'd often find himself thinking about how your lips would feel on different parts of his body.

Bianca: Bianca's initial reaction is a mix of surprise and curiosity, her eyes widening as your lips leave their mark on her skin. A soft gasp escapes her lips, her breath hitching slightly in surprise. But as you continue, her expression shifts from surprise to one of pleasure, her body responding to the subtle, affectionate touch of your mouth against her skin.

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Dating Yandere Captain Werner von Ebrennac (The silence of the sea 2004)

He would want to own you. He is very clingy and won't leave your side, wanting you to have your full attention for him, and hates to even think of you with anybody or talking to them.

He is very protective and has a need to show his dominance over you and mark you. He wants everyone to know, you're his. And his only.

He would become almost obsessive over you, wanting to control your every move, and would probably get possessive and jealous very fast when you talk to others, or even glance at someone.

He would also love to spoil you with affection and gifts, trying to please you in any way he can, to make you his. He would also most likely be constantly affectionate and touchy, wanting to hold you close to him and mark you all over as his own.

He would also probably want to constantly mark his presence, whether it be with his scent, or actually physical marks by biting, scratching, or even leaving love marks. He wants to make it known that you're his, and he is not letting you go.

He would also become very obsessed with even the smallest things about you, like the way you walk, talk, laugh, or even how you eat. He would notice every little detail about you, and probably even become territorial over it, wanting it to be his and his alone.

He would also probably give you special privileges like being able to stay by his side 24/7, or allowing you to have whatever you wanted, as long as you're his. He would also want to give you small tokens of his love and affection, like jewelry or trinkets.

Punishments are totally different. He would not hesitate to punish you if you stepped out of line or disobeyed him. He would become authoritative and dominant, making it clear who's in charge. He would use verbal reprimands like scolding or lecturing you, and might even resort to physical punishments like spanking or slapping.

When he fights with you, he can become very intense and passionate, as well as stubborn and unyielding. He will want to win the argument, even if it means lashing out and saying things he might not necessarily mean.

He can get very heated and confrontational, and will often refuse to back down until he gets his way. He will constantly want to be right and have the upper hand in the situation, and might resort to using manipulation or even physical force in an attempt to win the argument.

In front of others, Werner is very different from when he's with you. He is stoic and serious, and will rarely show his softer side. He is respected and feared by many, and takes his duty very seriously. He is not afraid to be cold and ruthless when necessary, and is constantly putting up a tough front to show that he is an authority figure. He does not show affection or weakness in public, and will do everything to maintain his reputation as a strong and fierce commander.

He would be quite old-fashioned and traditional when it comes to dates. He would want to take you on classic dates like fancy dinners and romantic walks, as well as more physical activities like going for hikes or going to concerts. He would love the idea of taking you out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, followed by a long walk along the beach or in a park, and would probably even want to end the night with a romantic movie or dancing in a small club.

He would probably become very stubborn and refuse to accept the fact that you wanted to leave him. He would do everything he could to keep you by his side, including emotional manipulation, begging, making promises, even using threats. He would probably also become very possessive and jealous, desperately trying to hold onto you and keep you as his. He would not take the idea of you leaving him well in any way.

He would be very protective and paranoid about people finding out about his possessive and dominant side. He would fear that it would cause people to see him as a "bad person" or a "creep", and would want to keep this part of him hidden from everyone else.

He would likely become very guarded and cautious, constantly monitoring his behavior and keeping an eye out for any signs that people were catching on to his true nature. He would also be very paranoid about any of his relationships with you being exposed, and would likely be very secretive about his affection towards you in public.

He would not hesitate to kill anybody who tried to hurt you, or even to anybody who just annoyed him in the wrong way. He would have a lot of pent up anger and aggression, and would almost act on it, just to protect you. He would feel an overwhelming need to defend you and make sure you're safe, and would likely use any means necessary to do so, even murder.

He would want to have a place where he could keep all of the things that reminded him of you, like old photos, trinkets, even your old clothes or jewelry. He would probably have a big, locked closet or even an entire room dedicated to this shrine-like collection of items, and would take great care to ensure that no one but him had access to it.

He would most likely be all for the idea of marriage. He would probably see it as a way to officially and symbolically mark you as his, and to make your bond even tighter. He would want to make the wedding as extravagant and over-the-top as possible, with a huge ceremony and an even bigger reception, and would likely spend a lot of money on making it happen. He would also want a wedding ring that was big and fancy, as another mark of his possession and ownership of you.

He would probably be very enthusiastic about having children with you. He would likely want at least a few kids, and would be very involved throughout the entire pregnancy and childbirth process. He would be very protective and possessive over you during your pregnancy, treating you like you were a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at any moment, and would make sure you had all the care and support you needed.

He would be very disappointed and frustrated if you told him you didn't want to have kids with him, or if he found out that you were somehow physically incapable of having kids. He would likely feel like you betrayed his expectations and like you were withholding something important from him. He might even become resentful and moody, thinking that you ruined his chances of having a big family and being a father.

"You are mine and mine only. Nobody else can have you. You belong to me and only me. Don't even think about trying to leave me, because I'll never let you go. I would do anything to keep you by my side. Don't you dare forget that you're mine."

Humiliation - Making you beg, cry, and degrade yourself in front of others and him to prove how much you need him.

Choking and breath play - Getting off on cutting off oxygen while fucking, edging you closer to unconsciousness before releasing.

Water sports - Pissing on you, making you drink it, or using golden showers as punishment/reward.

Denial - Keeping you sexually frustrated, only allowing release when he deems fit. Teasing you mercilessly but never giving you satisfaction.

Exhibitionism - Forcing you to expose yourself to others under his command. Parading you around naked, making you beg for attention.

Consensual non-consent - Pressuring you into doing things against your will, then gaslighting you into believing you actually wanted it.

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Overhearing That You Wanna Break Up

Wednesday: She'd most likely try to seem unaffected, despite the emotional blow she would feel hearing those words. She'd have a neutral expression plastered across her face, arms folded and her legs crossed, perhaps tapping her foot to look unbothered. Despite this, inside she would be torn. She'd start to overthink, wondering what made you think you wanted to break up with her, did she do something or was it something else? Either way, she'd try to avoid showing any emotion at all, not wanting to give you the satisfaction.

Enid: She was heartbroken, the person she thought would be with her for good was wanting to leave her. But she wasn't surprised, she knew the way she was, how obsessive she was. Not to mention clingy, she wouldn't be surprised if you were just annoyed of her, tired of having to deal with her everyday.

Xavier: Xavier would be surprised to say the least. He would wonder what he had done wrong and what it was about him that made you want to break up with him. He was already pretty possessive of you so to learn that it wasn't working out for you would definitely catch him off guard. He would probably start to cling even harder, trying to convince you to just give him one more chance. He might even promise to change or try to bribe you into staying.

Rowan: He felt his heart sink as he listened to the conversation. His mind raced as the words "break up with him" rang through his head. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. How can you want to end things when you were so good together? It just didn't make any sense. He wanted to march up to you and grab you by the shoulders, demand to know why you wanted to end what you had. But something held him back. Maybe it was fear, or maybe it was the hope that he didn't mishear.

Tyler: Tyler's reaction, at first, was denial and hurt. He refused to believe that you could even consider ending the relationship. He tried to push those thoughts away and focus on the good memories you had shared. But deep down, he couldn't help but wonder what he had done wrong. He began to overanalyze every interaction, searching for any sign that you were unhappy. Every little disagreement felt like confirmation of his worst fears.

Ajax: His heart sank at the mere mention of a breakup, his stomach twisting into knots. His mind immediately raced with questions and fears, each more painful than the last. How long had you been feeling this way? Had it been months of secret turmoil, or had you finally reached a breaking point? The thought of losing you had him gripping the edge of the counter of his desk, knuckles white from the tension. He tried to keep his expression neutral, not wanting to give away the whirlwind of emotions raging inside him.

Bianca: She'd most likely try to seem unaffected, despite the emotional blow she would feel hearing those words. She'd have a neutral expression plastered across her face, arms folded and her legs crossed, perhaps tapping her foot to look unbothered. Despite this, inside she would be torn. She'd start to overthink, wondering what made you think you wanted to break up with her, did she do something or was it something else? Either way, she'd try to avoid showing any emotion at all, not wanting to give you the satisfaction.

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One Of Their Friends Liking You

Quinn Hughes: If one of Quinn's friends or teammates also expresses interest in you, he might feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, he values his friendships and doesn't want to cause any tension within the group. He might feel a bit protective, and there could be some initial hesitation or awkwardness as he processes this new situation. Yet, he may also recognize that everyone's feelings need to be respected, and strive to maintain balance and harmony among his friends. Ultimately, Quinn is likely to handle this situation with empathy and understanding, trying to navigate it with maturity and consideration for all parties involved.

Jack Hughes: Well, if one of his friends or teammates also liked you too. He'd be lying if he said he wouldn't feel a bit protective and maybe even a bit jealous. He has a tendency to be competitive and possessive, and the thought of someone else having feelings for you makes him uncomfortable. He'd probably try to subtly express his interest in you more and try to spend more time with you to try and keep your attention.

Luke Hughes: When one of Luke's friends or teammates expresses an interest in you, Luke may feel a mix of reactions. He may feel a sense of possessiveness and jealousy, as he has already developed feelings for you. He may also feel a sense of competition, as he may want to prove to his friend or teammate that he is the better choice for you. However, Luke is also a fair and loyal person, and he may try to respect his friend or teammate's feelings. He may try to communicate openly and honestly with both you and his friend to find a resolution.

Nico Hischier: Upon learning that one of his teammates or friends also has an interest in you, Nico might initially feel a bit surprised or taken aback. However, he quickly brushes these feelings aside and maintains his cool demeanor, not wanting to show any hint of jealousy or insecurity. Despite this, he might find himself paying more attention to your interactions with this teammate or friend and might even try to subtly monopolize your attention by finding ways to spend more time with you. He wants to make sure that he still feels like he has a special place in your life.

Timo Meier: If one of his friends or teammates also has feelings for you, Timo might initially be surprised and even a little uncomfortable. He might suspect that this person is trying to steal you away from him or create a competition. Timo might become a little more possessive and territorial in their presence, trying to assert his claim on you and make sure they know he's the one you're interested in. He might also feel a bit jealous and insecure, wondering if you have feelings for them as well.

Dawson Mercer: Dawson can be a bit territorial when the people he cares about also like someone, specifically when it comes to his friends. He'll give a subtle glare or make a remark like "back off" as a warning to anyone that might have a liking for you. Dawson can be quite protective of the people he cares about, so when he finds out that one of his teammates might be interested in you, he might become a bit defensive and try to establish his dominance. Dawson can be a bit possessive, so if he sees another guy flirting with you, he will definitely become annoyed.

John Marino: John's expression would likely become a little uncertain and cautious at first. He might raise an eyebrow and give his friend/teammate a questioning look, silently saying, "Really?" He might also tense up slightly, feeling a mixture of surprise and perhaps a hint of jealousy at the idea that one of his own friends is attracted to you. However, he would try to hide his reaction and maintain a composed exterior, not wanting to show how he's feeling.

Kirby Dach: If one of his teammates or friends happens to express an interest in you. He'd probably feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, Kirby appreciates their good taste and can understand why they'd be interested in someone like you. But on the other hand, he would also be slightly possessive and protective, as he's already developed feelings for you and would want to keep your connection special.

Juraj Slafkovsky: If one of Juraj's friends/teammates also shows interest in you, Juraj might initially feel a bit jealous and protective. He may try to establish his presence and make it clear that he was interested in you first. However, Juraj is also a team player and values his friendship with his teammate. He may try to have a conversation with his friend/teammate to discuss the situation and try to find an amicable solution where everyone's feelings are considered.

Arber Xhekaj: When one of his teammates or friends shows interest in the same person as him, Arber tends to get territorial and competitive. He is fiercely protective of the people he cares about and doesn't handle competition well, especially when it comes to love. He may feel threatened and insecure, and his natural jealousy will kick in. He will try to spend more time with you, engage in subtle flirting behavior and make his interest known. He may also try to put down or belittle his teammate or friend to make himself look like the better choice for you.

Cole Caufield: If one of his friends or teammates also likes you, Cole may feel a mix of emotions, such as surprise, discomfort, and even a bit of jealousy. At first, he may try to downplay his emotions, trying to act nonchalant about the situation. But inside, he may be feeling a bit competitive, wondering why his friend or teammate would be interested in you as well. He may also feel a bit possessive, as if they were encroaching on his territory.

Kaiden Guhle: Kaiden is a supportive and loyal friend, so if he finds out one of his teammates/friends likes you as well he would likely be encouraging and understanding. He values the friendship and would not want to cause any tension or conflict within the team. Kaiden might also see this as a friendly competition and try to win your affection in a healthy and fun way. Overall, he would respond in a respectful and good-natured manner and would continue to be friendly and supportive towards both you and his teammate/friend.

Jamie Drysdale: Jamie would feel a mix of emotions in this situation. On the one hand, he would be happy that his friend/teammate had good taste and was trying to get someone. However, he would also feel a bit of jealousy or protectiveness, knowing that they are also attracted to you. It could lead to some friendly teasing or competition between them. Jamie might try to be a bit more assertive in expressing his interest or try to spend more time with the person they both like. The exact way he would react would depend on his relationship with the friend/teammate.

Matt Rempe: In this scenario, if a close friend or teammate of Matt were to express interest in you as well, Matt would likely feel a mix of jealousy, competitiveness, and insecurity. He may try to hide these feelings and may act nonchalant or indifferent, but internally he would be feeling protective of you. He may also become more territorial, trying to assert his claim over you in subtle ways. At the same time, he may also start to feel threatened and insecure about his own standing in your life.

Auston Matthews: If one of his friends or teammates also expresses interest in you, Auston might feel a bit jealous or protective at first, as he values his close relationships. He may feel a sense of competition or insecurity, as he doesn't want to lose your attention to someone else. However, Auston is also a team player and a good friend, so he would likely try to suppress his feelings and act cool about it, trying not to express his jealousy or insecurity too openly. He might even try to jokingly talk to you about it, trying to play it off as if it doesn't affect him.

Clayton Keller: Clayton is a friendly and easygoing person, and would likely be supportive of you if one of his teammates or friends also had a crush on you. He would probably joke around with the friend, teasing them a bit, but wouldn't make a huge deal out of it. He would likely tell you about it when he gets a chance, and would be curious to know how you feel about it. In general, he would try to be supportive of both you and his teammate/friend, and would try to keep the situation light-hearted and drama-free.

Fraser Minten: Fraser would be surprised and happy to hear that his friend/teammate also shares romantic feelings towards you. He would likely encourage his friend/teammate to pursue you and would not interfere, as he believes in following one's heart. At the same time, he might also feel a bit envious of the situation, but would try to hide it and support them wholeheartedly. Fraser is quite the supporter and is willing to help his friends in any way he can.

Sidney Crosby: If a teammate or friend of Sidney finds out that someone else is interested in you, Sidney would likely feel a mix of emotions, including surprise, happiness, and protectiveness. He might be surprised to learn that someone else is interested in you, but he would also be happy to see you being appreciated and noticed. At the same time, Sidney might feel a sense of protectiveness over you and the possibility of the other person's intentions. He might find himself becoming a bit more protective over you, as he wouldn't want anyone else to take you away from him.

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Kink List With Scott

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Scott's hands gently trace over your body, his touch light and comforting. He pulls you close to him, holding you against his chest as he runs his fingertips up and down your back. After a moment, he plants a soft kiss on your forehead, his voice low and soft. "You okay, beautiful?"

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Scott's favorite body part of himself is his strong arms, which he uses to pull you close to him and hold you tight. He takes pride in the muscle definition he has, and he loves the way your hands feel against his skin. For you, he loves your soft, curvy body, admiring the way your hips feel in his hands and the way your curves fit perfectly against him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He generally prefers to finish in certain areas that are easier to clean up, but he also loves leaving a bit of a mark on your body when you're up for it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Scott has a secret kink that he's been too embarrassed to admit to you. He loves the idea of being dominated by you, even if it's just occasionally and behind closed doors. He loves the idea of giving up control and letting you take the lead in the bedroom, which is a departure from his usual confident, alpha male demeanor.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Scott is fairly experienced in the bedroom and knows what he's doing. He's confident and skilled in his approach, and he knows his way around a woman's body. His actions and touch show that he's been in this situation before, and he's not afraid to take charge and make sure that you're completely satisfied.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Scott's favorite position is when he's behind you, with your back arched and chest pressed against the sheets, allowing him to take complete control over you. He loves the feeling of your body against his, and the way he can grab onto your hips to pull you closer to him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

During the moment itself, he shifts to a more serious and focused state, his mind honed in on your pleasure and the sensations he's creating. He tends to get a bit possessive, his touch becoming more firm and his words more possessive. However, afterward he always reverts back to a cocky-yet-charming demeanor, his eyes still sparkling with mischief.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He typically manscapes to keep things under control, ensuring that the carpet does, in fact, match the drapes, not that anyone else gets to see those very often.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

His touches are firm and assured, his words and actions driven by a deep need to claim you as his own. However, there are moments of softness and tenderness, where he becomes more gentle and loving. His hands caress your body, and his words are murmured against your skin in a low, almost reverent whisper.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he's alone, Scott tends to give into the urge to touch himself, letting his mind wander as his hands roam over his body. He finds his thoughts filled with images of you, his mind picturing all the things he wants to do to you and the ways in which he wants to claim you as his. He tries to keep these moments to a minimum, though, as he prefers the real thing over just his own hand.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Scott's kinks include dominant-submissive play, light bondage, blindfolds, and being in control. He has a thing for leaving marks on your body, whether they're bruises or love bites, he loves seeing his claim on you. He's also not opposed to using his height and strength as an advantage in the bedroom, using it to pick you up and position you how he wants, to which he finds incredibly attractive.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Scott finds pleasure in doing the deed in a variety of locations, but his favorite place is right in his own bed. He loves being able to take his time and savor every moment with you, having access to all the things he needs within arm's reach. That being said, he also finds it incredibly hot to do it in more public locations, like in a car or a dark alley, the thrill of getting caught adding an exciting edge to the experience.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The way you look at him with just a hint of mischief in your eyes when you're teasing him, the soft way you touch his arm or his chest when you're close, the way your hips sway when you walk. He also can't resist the sight of you in a tank dress or leggings, knowing how perfect your curves look in them. And of course, the sound of you saying his name with a sultry edge in your voice is practically guaranteed to get him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't enjoy any form of pain or degradation, no matter how light. He also finds the idea of sharing you with anyone else to be completely unacceptable, and can't stand the thought of you with someone else.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Scott enjoys both receiving and giving oral, but he has a slight preference for receiving, as he loves the feeling of your mouth on him. When it comes to skill, he's definitely confident in his abilities, using his hands, tongue, and the right touch to bring you to the edge and over it. He's always eager to please you, taking the time to learn what makes you tick and how he can bring you the most pleasure.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Scott's pace during intimate moments varies depending on his mood and the situation. Sometimes he's slow and sensual, taking his time to explore every inch of your body with soft touches and gentle kisses.

At other times, he's fast and rough, his hands and mouth hungry against your skin as he gives in to his primal need for you. He tends to switch between these modes, sometimes without warning, always keeping you on your toes.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are more like a stop-gap measure to keep the heat between you going until you have more time to properly satisfy each other. He usually prefers to have proper sex, enjoying the chance to really let go and drown himself in the sensations and feeling of being so intimately connected to you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Scott is definitely up for experimentation and taking risks in the bedroom, though he always puts your safety and comfort first. He enjoys pushing your boundaries a bit, especially if it means bringing you new levels of pleasure, and he trusts you completely to let him know if you're not comfortable or want to slow down.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Scott's stamina is quite impressive, thanks to his physical fitness and the way he takes care of his body. He has the ability to go multiple rounds in a row, often leaving you thoroughly satisfied by the time he's finished. He also tends to last a decent amount of time, able to go for upwards of 30 minutes to an hour, depending on the situation.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Scott isn't averse to the idea of toys, and he owns a few that he keeps in his nightstand. He's happy to use them on you, finding it incredibly hot to watch you come undone beneath him as he uses them to drive you wild. He's particularly fond of the ones that allow for remote control, so he can tease you from across the room, or when he's away on a storm chasing trip.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Scott loves to tease, especially when it comes to you. He finds it incredibly hot when you're squirming and begging him for more, unable to think straight from the pleasure he's giving you. His voice low as he whispers in your ear, "not yet, beautiful. I'm not done with you just yet."

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

While he usually has a pretty clear head in his control when it comes to most things, in the bedroom, you often find out that Scott can be quite the noisy one. He's not just loud with his words (those he's also capable of), he's also quite vocal with his sounds.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Scott has quite the ego, and it's definitely a turn on for him when you praise him in bed. He loves when you tell him how good he makes you feel, how much you want him, how he's the only one capable of pleasing you in the way he does.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He'd never claim to have a monster, but he knows that he's more than enough to more than satisfy you with 6 inches. It's proportional to his body size, a bit over average in terms of girth, and slightly curved, with a prominent vein on the underside.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Scott's sex drive is pretty much always high, especially around you. He finds it nearly impossible to keep his hands off of you, and there are times when he finds himself unable to concentrate on work because his mind keeps drifting back to thoughts of you and the things he wants to do to you. He's often plagued with an almost constant, low-level of arousal around you, which only gets worse when you're actively teasing or flirting with him.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After getting his fill of you, Scott tends to fall asleep pretty quickly, the physical exertion of your activities together combined with the satisfaction he feels afterwards often leaving him feeling pleasantly exhausted. He usually prefers to hold you close in his arms as he drifts off, his body still wrapped around yours, unwilling to let you go even in sleep.

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Yandere Obsessive Bunnymund

In his yandere state, Bunnymund would be overprotective to the point of possessiveness and obsession. He would feel the constant need to have you within his sight, not wanting to let you out of his reach. He would become obsessively possessive and would be fiercely territorial, not wanting other males near you.

He would be jealous and protective, prone to violent outbursts if he perceived any threat to your safety or to your relationship. Aster would constantly want to know your whereabouts and would be intensely suspicious of your relationships with others, especially males.

Despite his jealousy and possessiveness, his yandere state would also show intense love and affection towards you, showering you with attention and devotion. His protectiveness and possessiveness would be driven by a deep, consuming love for you, and he would go to extreme lengths to keep you safe and secure.

He would be clingy and needy, always craving your presence and wanting to be close to you, craving your touch and attention. He would constantly want to be cuddling, touching and kissing you, wanting to feel your scent and body.

Additionally, Aster would be extremely controlling in his yandere state. He would want to dictate almost every aspect of your life, from who you hung out with to what you wore to what you ate. He would be bossy and demanding, expecting complete obedience and compliance from you.

In his obsessed state, Aster would be completely consumed by thoughts of you. He would think about you constantly, unable to focus on anything else. He would be obsessively in love with you, feeling like he couldn't live without you.

He would be addicted to your presence, wanting to spend every waking moment with you. He would go to great lengths just to be near you, and he would be unable to stand even the thought of being away from you.

He would be intensely protective and possessive in his obsession, always wanting to keep you close and safe.

His shrine to you would be elaborate and extensive, a testament to his obsession. It would be filled with pictures of you, from childhood memories to recent photographs. The shrine would be adorned with objects that remind him of you, trinkets and souvenirs from your shared experiences, and anything that holds special meaning to your relationship.

Bunnymund would be intensely devoted to his shrine, often spending hours meticulously maintaining it, cleaning and rearranging the items on display. He would treat the shrine almost like a holy relic, constantly fussing over it to make sure it is perfect and undisturbed.

Bunnymund's obsession with you would become so intense that any threat of leaving or breaking up with him would be met with extreme distress. His fear of losing you would be so overwhelming that he might threaten self-harm as a way to manipulate you. In his desperation to keep you, he would use emotional blackmail to guilt you into staying. He would try to make you feel responsible for his well-being, playing on your sympathy and compassion to prevent you from leaving him.

Some things that he might tell you in order to prevent you from leaving include:

"I can't live without you. I need you by my side always."

"No one else could ever love me the way you do. You're the only person who truly cares about me."

"Please don't leave me alone. I can't handle being abandoned again."

"I'll do anything to make you stay. Just… just don't go."

"You owe me for all the time and effort I've spent on you."

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Immortan Joe, Bullet Farmer and The People Eater As Platonic Yandere

Immortan Joe:

Joe deeply cares for you. He's extremely protective of you, and wants to keep you by his side at all times. Joe is extremely jealous and gets very angry when other people try to talk to you.

Joe often wants you all to himself and doesn't want you to have any connections with other people. Joe does whatever it takes to make you happy, even if it means hurting other people.

Joe also tends to be possessive of you. He constantly wants to know where you are and what you're doing. Joe is very controlling and will make decisions for you without your permission. Joe gets very angry when you disagree with him or refuse his requests.

Joe is deeply attached to you and views you like a precious gem. Joe always wants you to be by his side and never wants to let you out of his sight. Joe cares about you and your safety, but often has trouble expressing his feelings.

Joe also enjoys cuddling with you and often asks you if you're comfortable. He loves to play with your hair and will often stroke your face. Joe is very affectionate with his words and will often call you things like "honey", "doll" or "sweetheart."

Joe is often very protective, and he hates when anyone else tries to flirt with you whatever your relationship together is or not.

Bullet Farmer:

He doesn't like to show his weak points, and, of course, his emotions. He is cruel, cunning, cunning, brutal, and he will not take a no for answer. But… he is also very clingy and extremely possessive. He will try his best to get what he wants from you.

He likes to be in control, and he always wants to have the last word. He can get aggressive when provoked, and doesn't mind taking drastic measures to keep you safe or close to him. And he's quite manipulative, too.

He will get extremely jealous if someone looks at you. He also likes to do things for you and wants you to depend on him. However, don't think that he will be a 'soft' yandere, he is a warrior, a fighter, and he will always show it, even in front of you.

Also, he will constantly have you watched by his people, and, of course, he will make you wear clothes that have his 'mark' on them. And he will not let you out of his sight, if he isn't with you, he will ask one of his lieutenants to guard you.

He will be incredibly sweet to you, of course, but at the same time, he will be strict. He will try to keep you away from people he considers dangerous in other words, almost everyone.

He will be extremely possessive of you, and he will not let anyone touch or harm you. He will also tell you "I love you" several times a day, and he will want to know your every move.

The People Eater:

The People Eater is the very definition of an overprotective and devoted yandere. Due to his position as a major trade leader and a cannibal, he holds considerable power, and as a result, his attachment to someone can very well end in the most dangerous, ruthless of ways.

He is also incredibly possessive, and although seemingly detached from the emotions of others, it is only when his fixation is threatened in some way that he will show the most intense and passionate emotion. He will not hesitate to kill or injure others to keep you all to himself.

The People Eater is also very clingy. He constantly wants to be near you, and will get incredibly anxious when not around you. He will constantly keep tabs on you and will not let you out of his sight for long.

He will also be very physical with you, holding your hand, playing with your hair, and touching you whenever he can, usually with an arm around your waist, or his hand grasping your wrist.

He will also be incredibly jealous when you spend time with anyone else, and will try to monopolize your attention. His clinginess borders on being suffocating, and can be incredibly exhausting, not letting you have space away from him, or let you have friendships, or even talk with your family.

The People Eater is constantly showering you with attention, and he is a very generous, materialistic and attentive person. He will spoil you with gifts, buy whatever you want, and take you to the best places, wanting to treat you and keep you by his side.

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Good Luck, Babe

Summary: You help Fraser make a new tradition before games.

Word Count: 1.4k

Fraser stands in the locker room, his shoulders slumped in frustration after practice. The team's been on a losing streak and Fraser is feeling the burden of it heavily. His usual confidence and enthusiasm seem to have vanished, replaced by a sense of doubt and helplessness. Suddenly, he hears a knock on the door. He looks up, expecting it to be his coach or teammates. But instead, it's you. You walk in with a small smile on your face.

"Hey," you say softly, closing the door behind you. Fraser nods in acknowledgment, his eyes still downcast. You approach him slowly, sensing the weight he's carrying. "Rough practice?" you ask, leaning against the locker next to him. Fraser sighs, running a hand through his hair. "You could say that," he mutters. "I just…I feel like I'm letting the team down." He glances up at you, vulnerability clear in his eyes. You shake your head firmly. "Don't say that. None of this is on you." You step closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're a great player, Fraser. Everyone goes through slumps. This is just a phase." Fraser looks at you, some of the weight lifting from his shoulders. "I know, I know," he replies, sighing again. "It's just…hard. I want to do better, not just for the team but…" He trails off, his gaze dropping to the floor. Fraser sighs again, deeper this time, like the sound carries every ounce of frustration he’s been bottling up. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a pale glow over the nearly empty locker room just him, you, and the echo of skates scraping ice from warm-ups that haven't been feeling right.

His jersey hangs loose on his frame, sleeves rolled absently between his fingers as if he’s trying to ground himself in something tangible. “I don’t even know what’s wrong,” he admits quietly, voice cracking just slightly at the edges. “One game I’m reading plays before they happen. Next thing I know… I’m tripping over my own feet chasing a puck that might as well be greased.” He gives a dry chuckle, but there’s no humor in it just exhaustion. You watch him for a moment, heart tugging at the sight of someone usually so composed unraveling in front of you. You’ve always had this pull toward him not just because he’s talented or handsome though he undeniably is, but because there’s a quiet kind of sincerity beneath his confidence, something raw and real that shows up only when the world isn’t watching. And right now? The world feels very far away. So without overthinking it because sometimes instinct beats logic. You step forward until there’s barely space between you. One hand comes up to cup his jaw, thumb brushing gently along the sharp line of his cheekbone. “Then stop thinking about it,” you say softly, your voice low and sure. “Stop carrying everyone else's expectations on your shoulders.”

Fraser’s breath catches, eyes flickering up to meet yours, dark and uncertain at first, but then something shifts. A spark. A question hanging in the air neither of you have named yet. You don’t give him time to ask it. Leaning in, you press your lips to his just once, soft and warm and deliberate a quiet promise more than a kiss. When you pull back an inch, your voice is barely above a whisper: “Go play like you again.” There's a moment of stunned silence where you're both still so close you can feel the faintest hitch in his breathing. Then, like some dam breaking, Fraser's hands come up to frame your face, fingers curling in your hair. He pulls you towards him, kissing you like he's drowning and you're air. It's intense, desperate like every doubt and every frustration is being poured into this one action. Your body moves with his, the kiss deepens, until there's no space whatsoever between you just the feel of skin and heartbeats echoing against one another. Fraser walks back onto the ice, and the change is immediate. He moves with renewed energy, his passes sharp and true, his shots finding the net with ease. His teammates look on, eyebrows rising in surprise this isn't the same guy who was struggling just hours ago. They exchange glances, nodding to each other in quiet acknowledgement of the shift. When practice ends, Fraser skates off the ice, grinning widely and slapping high-fives with everyone. He looks better, almost relieved, almost. After grabbing a towel, he sees you waiting outside the locker room, leaning casually against the wall.

You push off from the wall as he approaches after he did a few drills, matching his smile. "Hey there, hockey superstar," you tease lightly, tilting your head to the side. Fraser chuckles, running the towel over his face. "Yeah yeah," he says, shaking his head, "Don't get too used to it. Who knows, I could be back to tripping over my own feet next game." His tone is playful but there's an edge to it, a subtle hint of uncertainty beneath the humor. You reach up, adjusting his jersey, the fabric still damp from exertion. "Don't say that," you chide softly. "You're better than that." Your fingers linger a little longer than necessary, tracing down his chest. Fraser's gaze drops to follow the movement, then back up to meet yours. There's a pause, loaded and expectant. His hand lifts slowly, his thumb brushing the curve of your bottom lip just once, a quiet gesture that's almost a question. The locker room door opens, spilling out his teammates, their laughter and chatter shattering the moment. You step back reluctantly, clearing your throat. "You'd better go get cleaned up," you say, "Game tonight, remember?" Fraser nods, his expression unreadable, and disappears inside the locker room, leaving you standing alone in the hallway, heart thudding a little too quickly.

As the evening falls, you find yourself in the stands at the arena, watching the game unfold with a flutter of anticipation. Fraser skates out onto the ice, his shoulders squared, a determined glint in his eyes. The game begins and it's evident within minutes that something has changed. Fraser is playing like a man possessed. He moves effortlessly across the ice, his passes flawless, his shots deadly. Every time he looks up, it seems like his gaze finds you in the crowd. By the time the first period ends, the score is three to nothing in their favor. The second period unfolds much like the first. Fraser dominating the game, the other team playing catch-up. You can see it in their frustrated faces and in the way they get rougher, trying to throw him off his game. Yet, Fraser seems unshakeable, his focus unwavering. It's like watching a whole other level of play. Every now and then, when he passes by the bench, he steals glances at you, the intensity in his eyes leaving no doubt about what or who. He's fighting for out there. The third period starts and the tension is palpable. The other team is clearly determined to turn things around, throwing everything they have at Fraser. But he doesn't falter. Instead, whenever he finds himself in a tight spot, he seems to dig deeper, find an extra gear. It's awe-inspiring to watch and it feels like magic, this connection between you, the game, and him. Finally, with just minutes left on the clock, Fraser scores the final goal, sealing the deal. The crowd roars, but your eyes are trained solely on him.

After the game, as the rest of the team celebrates in the locker room, Fraser emerges alone, still in his full gear. You're waiting for him just outside where you always are. Without a word, he strides toward you until there's barely an inch between you. His hands come to your face again, cupping your cheeks with a tenderness that makes your breath hitch. "I did it," he whispers hoarsely against your lips before kissing you deeply, hard and hungry and full of gratitude and something deeper neither of you have said out loud yet. When he pulls back slightly, his voice is low. "Guess I need this now… before every game." He smirks faintly against your mouth. "I think that means you're stuck with me." You laugh softly, resting your forehead against his. "Looks like it," you agree, not able to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Your hand comes up to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid pace of his heart, thudding in rhythm with yours. He covers it with his own, his fingers lacing through yours as he leans in for another kiss slower this time, full of promise. For now, amidst the noise and chaos of victory celebrations, there's nothing else that matters but the two of you.

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Them Catching You Reading Fanfiction Of Them

Quinn Hughes: Quinn seems amused that you're reading fanfiction about him. "Well, huh, are you reading fanfiction about me?" he said with a chuckle, sitting down. He leaned in a bit closer, genuinely interested. He thought it was a bit funny, but also cool that someone took the time to write about him. He also secretly wondered what type of fanfiction you were reading. "So, what's the story about?" he asks curiously.

Jack Hughes: Jack raises an eyebrow curiously, a small smirk forming on his lips. He leans against the wall and looks at you, amused. "Fanfiction, huh? About me?" He chuckles lightly, clearly entertained by the idea. "And what exactly have they been writing about me in these stories?"

Luke Hughes: His eyes widen in surprise and a slight flush spreads across his cheeks. "Wait, you're reading what about me?" He asks, a mix of curiosity and embarrassment in his voice. He doesn't know whether to feel flattered or mortified.

Nico Hischier: Nico grins warmly, his eyes filled with affectionate humor. "Ha! I've got to say, I find it hilariously entertaining. I mean, some of those stories are so far off-base, but I still can't help but laugh at how creative people can be." He pauses, before his expression turns a little more curious. "What kinds of fanfiction have you been reading about me?"

Timo Meier: Timo lets out a laugh and grins. "Well, I gotta admit, it's a bit weird to think that people are writing stories about me. But hey, I guess it's cool that I'm popular enough to have fanfiction." He chuckles and shrugs, still smiling. "I mean, I wouldn't mind reading some of it. Could be interesting to see how I'm portrayed in people's imaginations."

Dawson Mercer: Dawson looked up from his phone, a hint of surprise and curiosity in his eyes as he saw you reading fanfiction about him. "Are you reading… fanfiction about me?" He raised an eyebrow, a mixture of amusement and intrigue in his expression. As he watched you eagerly reading the fictional scenarios, he couldn't help but laugh. "I must admit, there's something strangely flattering about having people write stories about me."

John Marino: John grins playfully, amused. "Oh, so you're reading fanfiction about me, are you? Interesting… Let me see." He leans closer, peering over your shoulder to get a peek at the story you're reading. "And here I thought I was just a regular hockey player. I have to say, I'm curious to see how my fans imagine me. What's the plot?"

Kirby Dach: He raises an eyebrow, curious and intrigued. "Wait, what? You’re reading fanfiction about me?" He chuckles a little, but then a smirk slowly creeps across his lips. He seems a bit amused and maybe slightly embarrassed by the idea. "Well, I have to admit, that's a first for me… What exactly are you reading about me?" He leans in a little bit, his interest piqued.

Juraj Slafkovsky: A playful grin appears on Juraj's face as he hears you reading fanfiction about him. He feigns mock hurt, dramatically pretending to clutch his chest, before breaking into laughter. "Oh, great," he says, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly. "Stories about my 'heroics' and 'legendary skills' on the ice. As if my ego needs any more boosting." He crosses his arms and leans back, trying to maintain a serious expression, but the glimmer of amusement in his eyes betrays him.

Arber Xhekaj: Arber's eyes sparkled with amusement. "My partner reading fanfiction of me? That's something I never thought I'd hear. Well, I suppose it depends on what kind of fanfiction it is. Are we talking amazing deeds on the ice, or more… intimate scenarios?"

Cole Caufield: Cole raises an eyebrow looking at you, slightly amused. "Really? You're reading fanfiction about me? That's… interesting." He chuckles softly, clearly flattered. "So, what kind of stuff have they got me doing in those stories?"

Kaiden Guhle: Kaiden, upon finding out that you have been reading fanfiction of him, is initially slightly taken aback and a bit flustered. After a moment of surprise, he chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck. "Uh, really? You've been reading fanfiction about me?"

Jamie Drysdale: Jamie would likely feel a mix of curiosity and embarrassment if he found out that you were reading fanfiction about him. He might feel a bit self-conscious about his portrayal in the fan-written stories, and may even be critical of them if they misrepresented him. At the same time, Jamie would be intrigued to know what others thought about him, and he might find it amusing or even entertaining to read about fictional versions of himself.

Matt Rempe: Matt grins widely, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're reading fanfiction about me? Really?" He seems surprised yet touched by the fact that someone would take the time to write stories about him. He chuckles softly, running a hand through his messy hair. "What kind of fanfics are you reading?"

Auston Matthews: He chuckles, clearly amused and curious. "Fanfiction about me, huh? Well, I've gotta say, it's definitely flattering that people take the time to write stories about me. I'm curious to see what kind of scenarios and situations they've come up with." He grins, clearly finding the idea entertaining. "Of course, if they're making me out to be some kind of heroic and invincible knight in shining armor, I might have to hire them."

Clayton Keller: Clayton looks at you with an amused expression. "You're reading fanfiction about me, huh? Let me guess, it's all about me being the cool, mysterious hockey player who sweeps you off your feet and whisks you away on exciting adventures?" He pauses for a moment, a smirk creeping across his face. "I mean, I have to admit, having a bunch of fans writing stories about me does sound pretty cool. But I hope they're at least getting my hockey stats right."

Fraser Minten: Fraser's reaction to hearing you reading fanfiction about him varies, but he is generally quite amused and entertained by it. He might raise an eyebrow and give a cheeky grin, feeling both flattered and mildly embarrassed that someone has taken the time to write stories about him. He might jokingly ask you if he is your favorite hockey player and make a comment about it being "cute" that you were reading fanfiction about him. Overall, he appreciates the creativity and dedication of the author and finds it endearing that you're interested in him enough to read the stories.

Sidney Crosby: Sidney raises an eyebrow and looks surprised when he sees you reading fanfics. "What the hell are you reading?" He asks, a mixture of amusement and confusion crossing his features. He can't believe you're reading fan fiction about him, but he's also strangely flattered.

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You Cup Their Face

Tyler: He leans into the touch, his rough hands grasping your wrist gently. His eyes flicker shut as he takes a deep breath, his expression softening. He nuzzles against your palm, letting out a sigh. "Damn Darlin'… I missed seein' your pretty face this mornin'."

Boone: A surprised look flashes in Boone's eyes as your hand gently cups his face. He leans into your touch almost immediately, closing his eyes and sighing softly, savoring the feeling. He gently places his own hand over yours, holding it in place. When he opens his eyes, his gaze locks onto yours, his expression a mix of admiration and affection. "Darling, your touch… it feels so damn good."

Javi: You gently cupped his face making his cheeks squish against your palms. It made his eyes widen a little, looking at you in surprise. He was so used to being big and tough that your soft touch stunned him for a long moment. "Uh…I..what…" He couldn't articulate his words. He was surprised not by your touch, but by how you made him feel. He leaned into your touch, his muscles relaxing against your soft palms. You could almost hear him purring.

Scott: He paused his movements as you gently cupped his face. He was taken a back by your actions as he stopped what he was doing. He sighed as he leaned into your touch, his calloused hands coming up to rest on top of your own. The faintest of smiles on his face as he looked at you. "And what's this for?" He mumbled, his voice laced with a hint of confusion, yet affection.

Kate: Her heart raced as you held her face, your hands soft against her skin. She was struck, frozen in your touch. Her eyes searched yours as she leaned into your hands, her own coming up to lightly hold your wrists.

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Soulmates Always Find Each Other

Summary: Soulmates were common, but finding them so late in life was rare.

Warnings: Somewhat slowburn, Fated Soulmates, Strangers to friends to lovers, Swearing, Fem reader, Goes between different POVS, Reader being young looking but is older, Talks of the future together, Some smut talk

Word Count: 7.4k

'Soulmates…' Cecil thought. He'd always seen and heard about the mark on people's wrists. that name that appeared the day you were born that was your soulmate. He personally thought it was a stupid myth that was made up to… well… make people believe in having a perfect one out there for them. And it's not like he had seen any proof of it. Still, though, there was that small part of him that was curious.

He shook his head, trying to throw out these stupid thoughts out of his mind. 'And it's not like it would matter anyway if I did see anyone whose name is on my wrist. I mean, I have more important things to worry about than some silly myth…' He continued to walk, not paying much attention to whoever was around him as his gaze wandered off, looking at his surroundings. 'What a boring day,' he thought as he passed by a couple holding each other's hand. He watched them with a disinterested look, as he saw the woman rest her head on her boyfriend's shoulder. They looked happy, or at least that's what he thought they were. He scoffed, rolling his eyes before shoving his hands in his pockets. 'Soulmates my ass.' He found himself in what seemed like a busy street, surrounded by couples. A small pang of what felt like jealousy struck him, but he quickly pushed it away. He just hated how much people went on about soulmates and how much they believed in it. Maybe he was just bitter about never finding his 'true love' or whatever. He scoffed at the thought. 'Like I'd want to find my soulmate anyway.'

Suddenly, he stopped walking as his gaze fell on a woman walking a few feet in front of him. He couldn't help but stare as he noticed how effortlessly elegant she looked, even with that rather… clumsy attitude. Her curly hair bounced behind her as she seemed to be struggling with the bag she was holding. He didn't know what it was, but he found himself unable to take his eyes off her. "Damn, she's cute…" he muttered under his breath, his gaze still fixed on her. He shook his head, cursing himself for even having such a thought. Here he was, the all-mighty director of the GDA, checking out some random woman in public. 'Get a grip, Stedman,' he berated himself, but he couldn't seem to look away. He found himself taking in every detail of her appearance, from the way her hair framed her delicate face, he had begun to follow her, still keeping a safe distance so as not to seem like a total creep. God, he was being ridiculous now. He was never the type to be all sappy and protective, so what was going on with him today? He watched as she stumbled, almost losing her grip on the bag she was carrying. He had the sudden urge to go over and help her, but he quickly shook the thought off. He didn't know her, and judging from her appearance, she was just another young civilian. He was the director of the GDA. He shouldn't be getting involved with some random chick he just happened to find attractive.

However, he found his feet starting to move before his brain could stop him. He walked faster, quickly catching up to her. He could see the strain on her face as she struggled to keep everything balanced. Without giving it much thought, he reached out and took the bag from her hands, gently taking it from her and holding it in his own. She looked up at him in surprise, her (eye color) eyes widening slightly. Their eyes met for a moment, and he could see a mix of confusion and surprise in her gaze. 'Damn, she looks even prettier up close.' He mentally cursed himself for the thought before clearing his throat. She let out a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips about words he'd soon enough understand was an understatement. "Thank you. I swear, I'm usually not this clumsy, but this bag just seems determined to cause me trouble today." He chuckled softly, finding himself oddly charmed by her self-criticism. "Looks like your bag's got a mind of its own," he replied, shifting the bag to his other hand. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was even having this conversation with her. "Tell me about it," she replied, her smile growing slightly. She brushed some stray curls away from her face, and his gaze caught sight of her wrist. He couldn't help but notice the words written there. 'Is that…?' He quickly averted his gaze, mentally cursing at himself for getting distracted. It had to be a coincidence—it was just a common phrase. There were probably thousands of people out there with the same words on their wrists. The whole "soulmates" thing was just some stupid myth.

Yet, he couldn't shake the desire to take another look to confirm what he thought he just saw. But he refrained from doing so—he'd already been caught staring at her once, and he didn't want to come off any weirder than he probably already did. He cleared his throat, finding himself strangely nervous. He didn't understand why he was acting this way—he usually had more control over himself. It was just some random girl, yet he felt his heart rate pick up, and his palms getting slightly sweaty. "Keep it together, Stedman," he internally scolded himself. He forced a small smile, trying his best to act normal. "Where are you heading to?" She gave him a grateful smile, seeming oblivious to his sudden nervousness. "Just a café nearby," she replied, pointing in a direction down the street. "I'm supposed to meet some friends there to study, but I keep getting distracted by…" she gestured to the bag in his hand, "this." "I can see that," he replied, holding back a smirk. He had to admit she was rather endearing in her own way. He found himself curious about her, which was rather out of character for him. "What's in here, anyway? A bowling ball?" She let out a soft huff, rolling her eyes playfully. "Very funny," she replied, her voice slightly mock-irritated. "No, it's just some books and a laptop. But they're obnoxiously heavy, to be honest." He raised an eyebrow, looking at the bag with a bit of disbelief. "Books and a laptop, huh?" He couldn't help but find himself a little amused by her complaint, finding it rather adorable, but figured he'd attempt to get a read on you. "You do realize you've just described the weight of a typical college student's backpack?"

She rolled her eyes again, a light chuckle escaping her lips. "Oh, trust me, I'm well aware. But my bag seems to have magically gained extra weight today just to spite me." He couldn't help but chuckle himself, finding her playful tone endearing. It was strange how comfortable he felt around her, despite hardly even knowing her. He usually had a better handle on his emotions, but here he was, bantering with some random chick he just met. "Well, maybe you're just cursed with extra-heavy books. It's the only plausible explanation." "Oh, of course, it has to be a curse," she replied, her tone dripping with mock seriousness. "Can't be that I just have really bad luck. Nope, clearly a curse. Maybe a vengeful library spirit has taken residence in my bag." He couldn't help but laugh at her playful response. "Oh, definitely. Those library spirits are tricky like that. They just love messing with unsuspecting college students by loading their bags with extra-heavy books. It's their way of having a laugh." He shook his head with a smirk, finding himself enjoying this banter more than he'd like to admit. Despite the lighthearted banter, a pang of curiosity lingered in the back of his mind. She had a young, almost youthful energy, and her appearance made her look closer to someone fresh out of high school. But her mannerisms suggested otherwise. He wondered, for a moment, if he should ask, but decided to take a different approach. "So, you mentioned studying. May I assume you're in college?"

She looked at him for a moment, a small smile appearing on her face as if she knew what he was thinking. "Yeah, I'm in college," she replied, a tinge of amusement in her voice. "But before you assume I'm some fresh-faced freshman, I should probably clarify that I'm not as young as I might look." She let out a soft laugh, finding his curiosity rather endearing. "Guess," she replied, a playful glint in her eyes. "Go on, take a shot. What age do you think I am?" He pretended to contemplate for a moment, taking her appearance into consideration. He could see the hint of maturity in her features, even despite her youthful energy. "Hmm, let me see," he said, drawing out his response for dramatic effect. "You said you're in college, so that narrows it down a little. But you don't really come across as a fresh-faced college kid. I'd guess… maybe early to mid-twenties?" She chuckled, finding his attempt at guessing her age amusing. "You're getting warmer," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "But not quite there yet. Go ahead, take another guess. It's not like I'm going to get offended if you overestimate my age." He smirked, finding this little guessing game unexpectedly enjoyable. "Alright then, let's try again," he said, pretending to study her features. He was starting to get a sense of where this was going, but he decided to play along anyway. "If you're closer to your mid twenties… I'm going to say probably 24, give or take a year."

She shook her head, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Still not quite there," she replied, enjoying the fact that he seemed to be getting more and more curious with each wrong guess. "Care to try one more time before I just reveal my age?" He chuckled, finding himself surprisingly invested in getting closer to finding out her true age. "Sure, why not," he replied, shrugging casually. "One more guess. Just to see if I'm even remotely close." "Go for it," she said, her smile widening. She found herself enjoying watching him try to guess her age. It was a rather amusing little game they had going on as they walked beside each other. He took a moment to look her over once more, trying to gauge her age from her demeanor and features. He was starting to get the feeling that he was off by quite a few years, but figured there was no harm in one final guess. "Alright, here goes nothing," he said, bracing himself for yet another wrong answer. "My last guess… I'm going to say 27? Is that any closer?" Another shake of her head, her smile growing into a slight grin. "Nope, still not quite there," she replied, enjoying the fact that he was getting more and more determined with each wrong guess. "You're getting colder, in fact. You might want to start reconsidering your age-judging skills after this." "Oh, shut up," he muttered, feigning annoyance, but a small smirk betrayed his amusement. "You're clearly enjoying this little game, aren't you? Making fun of my inability to guess your age?" She couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at his exasperated expression. "All right, I suppose I've tortured you enough." She stopped walking, turning to face him directly. "I'll admit, it was quite amusing watching you guess so far off the mark. But before you go and start re-thinking your entire life, I might as well put you out of your misery and reveal my true age."

He raised an eyebrow, still pretending to be annoyed. "Oh, so you're finally going to show some mercy? I was starting to think you enjoyed making me feel utterly clueless." She chuckled again, finding his mock-irritation endearing rather than irritating. "Well, you were so confident with all your guesses that I couldn't help but let you go on for a bit longer," she replied, a playful glint in her eyes. "But since I'm feeling generous today, I'll let you in on my little secret. You ready to hear the truth? Because chances are you won't believe me." He crossed his arms over his chest, playing along with the theatrics of it all. "Oh, I'm ready. Hit me with your age, and I'll try my best not to look absolutely flabbergasted when you reveal the truth." She took a moment to let the anticipation build, just for the fun of it. Then, finally, she gave him a soft smile and said calmly, "I'm actually 58 years old." His eyes widened almost comically as his jaw nearly hit the ground. Fifty-eight? He stared at her, completely taken aback. She looked much, much younger than the age she'd just told him. There was no way she could possibly be that old. "You're lying," he blurted out, unable to conceal the disbelief in his voice. "There's no way you're fifty-eight. You look… barely in your twenties!" She stifled a laugh at the sheer shock on his face. "I told you you wouldn't believe it," she said, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Believe me, I'm used to getting that reaction. I look quite young for my age, I know."

She watched as he struggled to process the information, the dumbfounded expression on his face almost comical. "And before you start thinking I've got some sort of anti-aging cream or magic potion that I've been using," she added, amusement lacing her voice. "The reason I look so young is because of my abilities. My powers grant me a sort of... 'Eternal Youth' effect, I guess you could call it. I'll look like this indefinitely. He was still trying to wrap his head around this revelation. Eternal Youth? It sounded like something straight out of a comic book. "Wait… so, you mean to tell me, you're actually in your late 50s but somehow look like you're in your 20s… because of your powers? That's… that's absurd." She chuckled at his bewildered tone, finding his disbelief oddly endearing. "I know it's a lot to take in, but it's the truth," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Trust me, this 'Eternal Youth' thing has its perks. I get carded all the time, people often assume I'm a college student, and I never have to worry about wrinkles or gray hair. It's not all bad." He shook his head, running a hand through his hair, trying to gather his thoughts. "This is… this is crazy," he said, more to himself than to her. His rational mind was having a tough time believing this. "You're telling me that you can just… defy aging because of your powers? And no one's done anything to research this or-or… I don't know, study you or something?" She shrugged nonchalantly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "Honestly, not really," she replied, her tone casual. "I suppose some people have attempted to study me before, but frankly, I'm not a fan of being treated like some sort of lab rat. Besides, I'm not the only one with abilities that affect appearance or cause unique physiological effects. There are plenty of people out there with extraordinary abilities, so I blend in pretty well, actually."

He stared at her, still trying to process everything. Sure, he'd seen his fair share of superhumans before, but this was something else entirely. She wasn't just someone with a physical skill or minor ability. She had this… power of Eternal Youth. She looked like a young woman, but was, in reality, a woman in her 50s. It was all so foreign and bizarre. "So… does that mean you don't age at all? Like… you'll stay looking like this forever?" he asked, the question slipping out before he could stop himself. After a moment, she looked ahead, seeing the cafe they had been walking toward. "Yep, I'll look like this indefinitely," she replied, confirming his question. "No signs of aging whatsoever. It's kind of a blessing and a curse, to be honest." They arrived at the cafe, and she stopped at the entrance, turning to him with a small smile. "Well, this is where I have to go. I've got some friends waiting for me inside." He found himself strangely reluctant to part ways with her, but he forced himself to act natural. "Right, yeah," he said, managing to sound nonchalant. He shoved his hands in his pockets again, trying to hide the fact that he didn't want her to go. "Your study group, right? Gotta go be a responsible college student and all that." She chuckled at his comment, finding his attempt at normalcy kind of endearing. "That's right," she said, a slightly amused twinkle in her eyes. "I'd invite you to join, but something tells me you're not the studying type."

He feigned mock-offense, placing a hand over his chest. "I'll have you know, I was a straight A student back in school," he replied, his tone tinged with playful indignance. "I'll have you know, I could outstudy any of those nerds in there if I wanted to." She laughed again, her eyes sparkling with amusement at his response. "Oh really?" she said, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "Somehow, I doubt that. You seem more like the type who prefers hands-on learning over sitting in a classroom." He smirked at her response. "Oh, so you've got me all figured out, huh?" he replied, a hint of teasing in his tone. "What, am I just a brawny, knucklehead to you now?" She took a moment to look him up and down, as if sizing him up. "Well, you're certainly brawny," she said, a playful gleam in her eyes. "And you give off that whole 'knucklehead' vibe, so… yeah, kind of." She chuckled softly, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before she shook her head playfully. "Anyway, I'd better get going," she said, taking a step back toward the cafe's door. "It was... an interesting conversation. And good luck with the whole 'age guessing game' in the future. Maybe stick to people who actually look their age next time." He rolled his eyes jokingly, pretending to be offended once more. "Oh, ha ha," he said sarcastically. "Very funny. Go on, get out of here before I decide to prove how smart I really am just to spite you." She smirked at his response, finding his fake sulking kind of adorable. "Right, because that's just what the world needs: a brawny knucklehead with a god-complex," she teased, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "I'd better leave before you get too full of yourself."

A few days later, he was walking down the street, his mind preoccupied with work-related thoughts. He had his usual stoic expression on his face, the weight of his responsibilities visible in the furrowed brow and slight tension in his jaw. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar figure walking in his direction. It was her, the woman he'd met a few days ago, the one with the powers and the Eternal Youth thing. He felt his heartbeat quicken the slightest bit at the sight of her. He mentally cursed himself for that reaction. He didn't get flustered easily, and yet here he was, his heart rate slightly elevated just because she was near. He had to play it cool. He tried to act nonchalant, pretending not to pay her any attention as she drew closer. He shoved his hands in his pockets and continued walking, pretending to be completely indifferent. Out of habit, he observed her as she walked closer. He couldn't help but notice how effortlessly graceful she looked, even in the most mundane action like walking. Her youthful appearance contrasted with his more stern and mature vibe, and it made him feel strangely self-conscious. 'Pull yourself together,' he thought to himself firmly. 'You're a grown man, not some lovestruck teenager.'

As they were almost walking past each other, he found himself unable to resist speaking. "Fancy meeting you again," he said casually, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. He silently cursed himself for even bothering to make a comment, but for some reason, he couldn't just walk by without acknowledging her presence. She paused mid-step, turning to look at him. For a moment, he thought she was just going to keep walking, but to his surprise, she cracked a small smile and responded. "Oh, hi. It's the age-guessing guy again," she said, a hint of mocking in her voice. "I was wondering when I'd see you again." He let out a small huff, finding himself strangely pleased that she remembered him. "Oh, so that's all I am now, huh? The age-guessing guy?" he asked, his tone a mixture of feigned annoyance and amusement. "I have a name, you know." She rolled her eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, my mistake then," she replied, feigning remorse. "I should've realized that the brawny, knucklehead-looking guy had a name. What is it, then? Something as impressive as 'Mr. Stoic and Serious?'" He couldn't help but chuckle at her teasing, finding her witty remarks strangely endearing. He tried to maintain his usually stoic expression, but he couldn't help a small smile from tugging at the corner of his mouth. "No, smartass," he replied, his tone a mix of mock-irritation and amusement. "It's Cecil. Cecil Stedman."

As soon as he revealed his name, her eyes widened imperceptibly, and she felt her heart skip a beat. For a brief moment, she was stunned into silence, her mind racing. How was this possible? The name on her wrist... was his name. This was the person, out of all the billions of people on the planet, that was her supposed "soulmate"? Fate had a pretty twisted sense of humor, it seemed. She quickly tried to regain her composure, but her thoughts were in disarray. Was this really happening? This stoic and somewhat serious but secretly soft, guy was the one the universe had deemed her "perfect match"? The idea was ridiculous, and yet… she couldn't shake off the strange feeling of destiny. "No," she quickly told herself, forcing a calm facade. "This is all just some insane coincidence. No need to get overwhelmed by it." He noticed the flicker of recognition in her eyes and the way she went quiet for a moment, as if she'd had some sort of realization. He didn't know what caused that reaction, but he couldn't help but feel curious. "You… okay there?" he asked, his tone slightly softer than usual. "You look like you just saw a ghost or something." She shook her head slightly, mentally composing herself again. "Yeah, I'm… I'm fine," she replied, her voice slightly strained. She tried to sound casual, but the words felt forced even to her own ears. "Just… had a moment there. Nothing to worry about."

He raised an eyebrow skeptically, clearly not convinced by her feigned nonchalance. "You're a terrible liar, you know," he remarked dryly. "You sure there's nothing you want to share? Because you've got a very suspicious expression right now." She let out a small huff, realizing that she wasn't fooling him with her acting. She'd never been a good liar, and now it seemed like this guy was annoyingly perceptive on top of that. "It's… it's nothing," she insisted, trying to sound nonchalant again. "Seriously, just a weird… deja vu moment or something." He studied her for a moment, his sharp eyes observing her expression and body language closely. He could tell she was hiding something, and his natural curiosity was piqued. "Ahuh," he grunted, his tone betraying his disbelief. "And this 'deja vu moment' just happened to make you look like you were about to pass out? Sure, I believe that." As they started walking, she tried to steer the conversation away from her strange behavior and towards a neutral topic. "You seem to always be wearing a suit," she commented casually. "Don't you ever get tired of formalwear?" He chuckled softly, finding her attempt to steer the conversation amusing. He knew she was trying to avoid his questions, but he decided to play along for now. "It's a work thing," he explained, his tone casual. "I have a… pretty important position, so wearing a suit is more of a requirement rather than a choice. Plus, I happen to look damn good in a suit," he added with a hint of self-confidence.

She rolled her eyes playfully, unable to deny the fact that he did indeed look good in a suit. She tried to ignore how his cocky attitude actually made him even more attractive. "Oh, the ego on this guy," she teased, a smirk on her face. "I suppose being 'pretty important' and looking 'damn good' in a suit is pretty much your whole personality, eh?" He chuckled again, finding her teasing surprisingly endearing instead of annoying. "Not my whole personality," he retorted, a hint of mock-indignation in his voice. "But being important and looking damn near flawless in a suit does take up a significant portion of my time." She couldn't help but let out a soft scoff at his last remark. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, trying to sound exasperated but unable to hide the amusement in her tone. "You know, normal people would've just said 'I have to wear a suit for work.' But not you, apparently. Mr. Important here has to be all self-confident and arrogant about it too." He smirked at her response, finding her little jabs at him oddly endearing. "Hey, it's not arrogance if it's the truth," he replied, feigning nonchalance. "And I can't help it if I know I look damn good in a suit. I'm just being honest." She rolled her eyes again, finding his ego both ridiculous and attractive at the same time. "Being honest and being a cocky ass are two different things, you know," she retorted, a hint of humor in her voice. "But if it feeds your ego, then sure, you look absolutely flawless in a suit. Happy now?"

He chuckled at her reply, his smirk widening. His eyes flickered with a playful gleam as he responded, "Well, it does make me happier, yes. But you know, I'd be even happier if I knew your name, too. You might as well tell me, you know. It'd be the polite thing to do after insulting me so ruthlessly." She pretended to consider his request for a moment, as if she was seriously contemplating whether or not to give him her name. In reality, she was just trying to hold back a smirk, amused by how he seemed so insistent on knowing her name. "Hmm, I don't know," she teased, feigning nonchalance. "Why should I tell you my name after you've been nothing but a cocky ass this whole time?" He rolled his eyes, finding her playful reluctance both adorable and infuriating. "Oh, come on," he retorted, his tone a mix of mock-irritation and amusement. "You've been giving me sarcastic comments and sassy remarks this whole time, and now you're denying me the simple pleasure of knowing your name? That just ain't fair." She tried to maintain her nonchalant facade, but she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. His insistence on getting her name was, for some inexplicable reason, strangely endearing. "You don't deserve it," she said playfully, continuing to tease him. "Maybe I should just keep you in the dark and let you wonder about it indefinitely."

He rolled his eyes again, her playful defiance both irritating and intriguing him at the same time. Without any warning, he suddenly stopped walking, turning to face her with a smirk on his face. "Alright, fine," he said in a slightly challenging tone, his eyes locking with hers. "I'm going to guess your name, and I have a pretty good feeling I'll get it right on the first try." She raised an eyebrow skeptically, not believing for a second that he'd actually be able to guess her name correctly. "Oh, really?" she replied, her tone laced with playful sarcasm. "And what makes you so confident that you'll get it right on the first try, smart guy?" He gave her a confident smirk, his eyes glinting with determination. "Intuition," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of cocky certainty. "I have a knack for reading people, and trust me, I've got a gut feeling about this one." She rolled her eyes, her smirk mirroring his own. "Intuition, huh?" she repeated, her voice dripping with playful skepticism. "Well, mister intuitive, I must say, your confidence is admirable. But I'm pretty sure your gut feeling is going to get you nowhere. So go ahead, take your shot. I'm dying to see you be wrong again." He chuckled, his smirk widening at her challenge. Without any hesitation, he looked straight into her eyes, locked on his target. "Alright, don't say I didn't warn you," he replied, his tone confident and sure. "I'm going to say your name right now, and it'll be damn near accurate, mark my words."

He took a deep breath in, mentally preparing himself for the moment of truth. He looked directly into her eyes with an intense gaze, his expression unwavering. Then, in a steady, resolute voice, he said her name out loud. "Is it... Y/N?" The moment her name left his lips, her eyes widened imperceptibly, her breath caught in her throat. How… how had he guessed her name correctly? It was supposed to be a shot in the dark, a wild guess. Yet he'd managed to hit the bullseye on the first try. She tried to hide her surprise, but a hint of shock managed to slip through. "How…" she began, her voice slightly strained. "How did you… know?" He smirked as she questioned how he'd managed to get her name right. Then, he held up his wrist, showing her the name that was written on it, just as he'd said it. "Like I said, I have a knack for reading people," he replied, a hint of smug superiority in his voice. "I knew damn well I'd get it right on the first try." She stared in disbelief at the name on his wrist, her mind trying to process the meaning behind it. This guy… This cocky, arrogant, but surprisingly perceptive guy was meant to be her soulmate? The universe had a pretty sadistic sense of humor. Her gaze flickered from his wrist to his face, his smug expression making her want to smack him and kiss him at the same time. "You've got to be joking," she muttered.

He chuckled, seeing the mix of surprise and disbelief on her face as she stared at his wrist. He held her gaze, that damn confidence never faltering. "Nope, not joking around," he replied, the corners of his mouth turning into a smirk. "Looks like destiny really has a way of bringing people together, huh?" She huffed, still trying to wrap her mind around the situation. Fate, destiny, whatever it was, it'd really pulled a fast one on her. Of course her soulmate would be a cocky, arrogant, but annoyingly attractive guy in a suit. "Yeah, well, fate has a twisted sense of humor," she muttered, her tone a mix of annoyance and resignation. He chuckled softly, his smirk widening as he took in her frustrated expression. He found her mix of annoyance and resignation oddly endearing. Taking a step closer, he leaned in slightly and lowered his voice. "Hey, since fate seems to be playing matchmaker right now.. how about we make its day and go on a date, huh?" She rolled her eyes, trying to maintain her usual cool facade. But there was something about the way he said "make fate's day" that made her heart skip a beat. She wanted to say no, to deny him and walk away from this whole soulmate thing. But the damn look in his eyes and that annoyingly charismatic smirk on his face made it hard to refuse. "…Fine," she said, her tone slightly begrudging. "One date. That's it."

Over the course of the next few months, their relationship had blossomed into something more intimate. They were dating, living together, and learning more about each other every day. Despite their drastically different lifestyles and personalities, they had found a strange sort of harmony in each other's company. She found his confidence and cockiness endearing and attractive, and he found her sarcasm and sass endlessly entertaining. In the moments when they were together, everything else in the world seemed to fade away. On this particular night, they were curled up together on the couch in their shared apartment, the TV playing in the background. She was half-paying attention to the screen, half-dozing off, her head resting against his chest. He had one arm around her, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her shoulder. They were both quiet, content with just being in each other's company. But then, a sudden thought popped into his head, and he spoke up suddenly. "Hey… can I ask you a question?"

She blinked lazily, her eyes fluttering open at the sound of his voice. She snuggled closer, resting her head more comfortably against his chest. "Mmm… sure. Go ahead," she replied, her voice slightly sleepy. He chuckled softly at her sleepy response, finding her half-asleep state adorable as always. He continued tracing his fingers lazily on her shoulder, his touch light and soothing. "Well… I've been wondering something," he began, his tone a casual, yet slightly curious. "It's kind of a personal question, so… you don't have to answer if you don't want to…" Her interest was now piqued, her drowsiness fading slightly at the mention of a personal question. Despite her sleepy mood, she couldn't help but feel curious about what he wanted to ask. "Okay… go ahead," she replied, her voice a touch more attentive now. "What did you want to know?" He took a deep breath, debating whether or not to ask his question. He didn't want to offend or make her uncomfortable, but the curiosity was too strong. "It's just… I've been thinking a lot lately," he began, his tone still casual but tinged with a hint of hesitation. "We've been together for a few months now, and… well, there's a certain topic I've never brought up before. But I think I finally feel comfortable asking now."

Her curiosity was now in full swing, her interest piqued intensely. She pulled herself away just enough so she could look up at him, her eyes meeting his gaze inquisitively. "Alright," she said softly. "What is it? You can ask me anything, you know that." He gave her a small, appreciative smile at her reassurance. He knew she said that to him countless times, and it always comforted him, knowing that she was willing to be open and honest with him no matter what. But the topic he was about to bring up was a delicate one, and he was still a bit nervous about her reaction. "I know, and I thank you for that. But this question… it's a bit more intimate, and I just… I need to know. It's been on my mind for a while, and I can't ignore it any longer." Her expression softened, sensing the seriousness in his tone. She sat up slightly, giving him her full attention now. "Okay. Go ahead. Ask me," she said gently, her voice filled with the readiness to listen. He took another deep breath, gathering his thoughts. He looked into her eyes again, taking in the sight of her sleepy expression, her hair slightly messy, her eyes still heavy with lingering drowsiness. Damn, even when she's sleepy, she's goddamn beautiful, he thought to himself. But he quickly pushed that thought aside, forcing himself to focus on the question at hand.

He took another deep breath, gathering his thoughts. It was now or never. He looked into her eyes, his gaze soft but intense. "Here's my question... Do you ever... think about the future? I mean, us in the future. Like... down the line. Do you ever imagine what our lives would be like... in five years? Ten years? Twenty years down the road? Do you ever think about... having a family together?" Her eyes widened slightly, the question taking her off guard. She wasn't expecting him to ask something so serious, so… intimate. She didn't quite know how to react at first, her heart skipping a beat as his words sunk in. Did she… imagine a future together with him? Did she ever picture them, years down the line? Married? With kids? The words felt like a dream, unreal and distant. And yet… the mere thought sent a strange flutter of excitement through her chest. She tried to play it cool, not letting her sudden surprise show too much. She feigned nonchalance, a small smirk toying at the corners of her mouth. "That's a heavy question you're throwing at me, you know," she quipped lightly, her tone betraying a hint of her inner turmoil. "We've only been dating for a few months and you're already planning ahead to the next decade?" He chuckled softly, her attempt at a casual response not fooling him for a second. He knew her too well; he could read the slight uncertainty and excitement in her voice. He reached over, gently taking one of her hands in his, his touch tender. "Hey, I'm not asking you to commit to anything," he reassured, his tone softened by a hint of vulnerability. "I just… wanted to know what you feel, what you envision when you close your eyes and imagine what our future could be like. It's a hypothetical question, you know. Just a yes or no."

Her heart skipped another beat at his words, the mixture of his gentle tone and the way he held her hand sending a strange warmth coursing through her. She let out a soft breath, her casual facade slowly crumbling. The truth was… she had thought about it. A lot. More than she'd willingly admit. But the idea of expressing it out loud felt so intimate, almost overwhelming. She looked at him, their eyes locking, and found herself speaking softly. "…Yes," she confessed finally. "Yes, I've thought about it." His heart leapt in his chest at her response, a surge of hope and excitement coursing through him. He could feel the honesty in her words, the subtle shift in her tone as she lowered her guard and spoke from her heart. He couldn't hold back a soft, grateful smile, his grip on her hand tightening ever so slightly. "You… you really have?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, almost disbelief laced within it. "You've thought about us… years from now?" Her heart was fluttering wildly in her chest now, her defenses slowly crumbling away. She swallowed hard, her hand squeezing his gently as she mustered the courage to speak. "…Yeah," she replied quietly. "I have. A lot, actually. I know it sounds crazy, considering we've only been together a few months. But… I can't deny it. I've thought about it more often than I care to admit."

His heart raced at her words, a mix of surprise, happiness, and… pure, unbridled relief filling him. His eyes softened even further, a tender smile playing on his lips. "It doesn't sound crazy at all," he reassured her, his voice filled with a mix of affection and excitement. "I've thought about it too. More than I've been willing to admit until now. It feels… good, knowing you've thought about us like that. More than good, actually. It feels… right." She felt the weight in her chest lighten at his words, his affirmation easing her inner turmoil. A soft, genuine smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she looked at him, her hand instinctively squeezing his again. "Yeah… it does feel right," she replied quietly. "I never thought I'd be thinking about the future like this, with someone. But when I'm with you... it feels natural. Like the thought of us together, years from now, is… inevitable." He couldn't help but be affected by the intimacy of their conversation. Her sincere words, her vulnerable response, the way her hand was clutching his, it all stirred something deep within him. He pulled her closer, shifting her position so she was sitting across his lap, facing him, their faces mere inches apart. His hands found their way to her hips, gently gripping the curves, while his eyes flickered to her lips for a moment. "You know what I've been thinking about lately?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.

Her heart rate quickened as he pulled her onto his lap, the intimate position making her feel a heady mix of flustered and heated. The way his hands held her hips, possessive yet gentle, left a trail of tingles across her skin. When he spoke, his voice laced with a hint of huskiness, her mind immediately went to places it probably should have. She licked her lips slightly, her gaze meeting his. "And what might that be?" she replied, her own voice slightly breathier than usual. His hands subconsciously tightened their grip on her hips, his eyes drawn to the way her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. The slight breathiness in her voice sent a jolt of desire through him, and he found himself responding without any filter. "I've been thinking about…" he paused, his gaze flickering down to her lips again before lifting back to her eyes. "…all the things I want to do to you," he murmured, his voice taking on a huskier, almost possessive tone. Her breath hitched in her throat at his blunt confession, the way his hands tightened on her hips sending a wave of heat through her body. The look in his eyes, the low, possessive tone of his voice… it was driving her crazy. She shifted on his lap, her legs parting slightly to straddle him, the new position pressing her more snugly against his hips. "Yeah?" she found herself breathing out, her own voice dropping an octave lower. "And what… exactly… do you want to do?"

His gaze darkened further, pupils dilating as he drank in the sight of her spread across his lap. "I want to explore every inch of your body," he growled, his hands sliding up from her hips to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. "To taste you, touch you, claim you as mine." He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "I want to hear you moan my name, feel your walls clench around me as I bring you to the edge again and again." One hand slipped beneath her shirt to stroke the warm skin of her stomach, while the other tweaked a hardened nipple through her bra. "Tell me, baby, does that sound like something you'd like too?" His voice was a husky rumble, filled with desire and promise. Her body responded immediately to his words, the combination of his possessive touch and his deep, husky voice sending jolts of desire through her at every point of contact. Her cheeks flushed with heat, her hands gripping his shoulders as his hands roamed her body. At the mention of her walls clenching around him, she let out a soft gasp, her hips rocking involuntarily against his in response. "Yes," she whispered, her voice almost a breathless moan. "God, please." A low, feral growl escaped his throat, hearing the raw desire in her voice. He shifted suddenly, gripping her hips and lifting her, causing her legs to instinctively wrap around his waist. In one swift movement, he stood up, turning to press her back against the nearest wall, trapping her between his muscular frame and the cold surface. "Good," he growled, one arm wrapped around her waist while the other hand continued to roam beneath her shirt, seeking more skin. "Because I'm not going to hold back, sweetheart."

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First Thing They Noticed About You

Quinn Hughes: He was immediately drawn to your eyes. They have this really unique color, like a deep pool of rich color that he wants to stare into all day. They catch the light in a way that's almost mesmerizing. He's always been a sucker for beautiful eyes.

Jack Hughes: You've got that kinda feisty spirit that he loves to play with. That look in your eyes that says you're not afraid to speak your mind, which caught his attention and easily led to him wanting it all for himself. In addition, he noticed your stylish clothing and how you carried yourself, giving off a vibe of sophistication while still being approachable.

Luke Hughes: He noticed the way you carried yourself. You had a very confident yet friendly demeanor, which was really attractive to him. You also had a great sense of humor, and you could make him laugh effortlessly. Your positive energy was infectious, and he found himself drawn to you right away.

Nico Hischier: The first thing he noticed about you is your sweet smile. It's really eye-catching. And your eyes too, they're so clear and friendly. He noticed your height too, you're a bit shorter than him, which is cute. You have this gentle, shy energy that's really lovely to him.

Timo Meier: It was your easy-going demeanor. You have this relaxed and friendly vibe that put him at ease right away around you. Plus, you have a really nice smile, which immediately made him feel welcomed, even when he wanted to see it more mainly because of him.

Dawson Mercer: He couldn't help but notice your captivating eyes. They're mesmerizing in a way, and they stand out to him. But that's not all, there's something else about you that catches his attention. Your overall presence, the way you carry yourself, it all adds up to make you seem very...intriguing to him.

John Marino: Your appearance certainly caught his attention. You have a great sense of style, and your confident demeanor is quite captivating. He can tell you take care of yourself and take pride in your appearance, which easily made him wanna go after you and get to know you more.

Kirby Dach: He gaze locks onto your face, his eyes scanning over your features with a subtle curiosity. He takes in every detail, his focus sharpening as his mind catalogs the way your hair frames your face, the curve of your lips, the color of your eyes. His gaze lingers on your eyes for a moment, studying the way they reflect the soft lighting of the room.

Juraj Slafkovsky: His gaze lingered for a moment, taking in the sight of you, before his lips curved into a charming smile. He noticed your beauty instantly - the way your eyes sparkled, the way your curves were perfectly accentuated in a shirt, the way your pants hugged your hips just right. As he stood there, holding two steaming cups of coffee for a morning date with you, his eyes remained fixed on you, studying your every feature with a subtle hunger.

Arber Xhekaj: He looks at you intently, his eyes scanning your face as a warm and genuine smile spreads across his lips. He takes a moment to drink in the details of your appearance and demeanor. He can't help but notice the soft, delicate features of your face, the subtle sparkle in your eyes, and the way your hair frames your face. He takes a mental note of the way you carry yourself, your body language, and the confidence that exudes from you.

Cole Caufield: Cole's eyes immediately go to your lips. He can't take his eyes off of how full and soft they look, and imagines what they might feel like against his own. He quickly composes himself, however, not wanting to come off as too forward or disrespectful, and looks at your face instead. He notices your bright eyes and soft looking cheeks, and is struck by your beauty.

Kaiden Guhle: The moment he saw you walk into the room, his eyes were drawn to your smile. It's so bright and warm, it lights up the whole place. Your hair is perfectly styled, framing your face beautifully. And those eyes, they're captivating to him. They seem to hold a world of secrets that he just wants to uncover. But most of all, it's the way you carry yourself - confident yet approachable, making everyone feel special when you talk to them. That's what really caught his attention.

Jamie Drysdale: He couldn't help but notice how your clothes fit you perfectly, hugging your curves in all the right places. The color you chose really brings out the warmth in your skin tone. And when you moved, there was this graceful fluidity to your steps, like you were dancing even without music playing. It made him want to reach out and take your hand, to feel that rhythm against his.

Matt Rempe: The thing that stood out to him was your kindness. You're always so thoughtful and considerate, and you really seemed to genuinely care about how he was feeling and what he had to say. He also appreciated the way you listened to him and made him feel heard and understood.

Auston Matthews: He noticed your intelligence and quick wit. You seemed to know just what to say to make him laugh, and he was impressed by your ability to keep up with him in conversations. He just finds you incredibly attractive both physically and mentally.

Clayton Keller: He noticed that you had a really great sense of humor. You always know how to make him laugh, even when he's feeling down. Your energy was infectious, and it was easy to get caught up in the enthusiasm. And of course, your hugs are the best - you make him feel safe and loved. But above all, he just felt a strong connection with you from the very beginning.

Fraser Minten: The moment he saw you walk into the room, his eyes were drawn to your smile. It's so warm and inviting, like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Your laughter is contagious too - it makes him want to smile just hearing it. But what really caught his attention was how comfortable you seemed in your own skin. You have this confidence that radiates from you, making everyone around you feel at ease.

Sidney Crosby: The first thing he noticed about you was your smile. It was so warm and genuine, and it immediately made him feel at ease. Your eyes were also really striking, and they seemed to sparkle whenever they looked at him. He could tell right away that you had a sweet and caring personality that he wanted to learn more about.