First kiss headcanons for Fender and Gromsko? How do you see it happening in terms of setting and time and would you or them make the first move to kiss? 🥰
Tags: not betaread, fluff, no Y/N, one shot
First kiss with Gromsko!
He was always so confident in himself, loud and boisterous. It was extremely charming in its own way, and even more when he was around you. Like he was trying to impress you, show you how he was. But as you started hanging out more, getting more comfortable about him, when you'd get him alone... that's when you saw a different side of him. He was still loud, the booming laugh could be heard for miles, but he softened up, his voice going quieter as he confided in you, listening intently when you spoke, hanging on every word. His confidence was genuine, and he remained that way... but even that wall had its cracks.
The two of you were dating in secret from Specgru, though most paid it no mind. He just thought you were so special though, you didn't deserve a hasty kiss in some closet just because he wanted it. No, he wanted to make it special for you. But when he'd get you alone, his confidence would faulter slightly. He'd have his chance to kiss you, but never took it. It wasn't the time, he reasoned, what if she doesn't want it now.
Then one night, you two set up camp, you starting the fire as he gathered supplies, the fuel for it. The cool night air rushing over, as soon as it was set up, you sat by it, huddling your knees close to conserve your body heat. Coming back with a few logs, Gromsko quickly threw them in the fire before sitting by your side, an arm around you. He threw off his gear as his brain shut off, just wanting to protect you in this little way. Maybe it was his medical training... or perhaps his caring nature... probably a combination of both. Taking off his jacket, he quickly pulled it around you, keeping your body close to his. You looked up at him, adoration in your eyes as he smiled sweetly at you. You mouthed a thank you and he just chuckled softly.
"I wish I could make you some tea or soup right now," he said, laughter trailing off as he glanced at the fire. "So much I want to do for you, kochanie..."
You just smiled, shaking your head lightly. "You already do so much for me, Sobi... I barely know how to repay you already."
As he glanced back, meeting your eyes again, it looked like he was about to make another joking comment, but as he saw your loving expression... he knew it was the time. Both of you leaning in at the same time, neither of you were making the first move... it was like as wordless agreement, a silent culmination of appreciation as your lips met, soft breath escaping as you pull each other even closer, warmth shared to protect each other.
First kiss with Fender!
Sitting on the couch with him, you felt truly at ease. He confided in you his trust issues, how he never wanted to get too close to others, yet here you were, sitting physically close to him as you both watched TV. So close your body had to lean closer to him just so you could comfortably rest your hands down as to not touch him. And he didn't mind, though he didn't want to admit he liked it, glancing over and seeing your body turned toward him, back just barely arched, heat radiating just slightly from you. Your eyes though were fighting to say awake, not even able to really bring yourself to look back at him, your half lidded eyes betraying you as you wanted to enjoy this moment for longer. You were just so relaxed though...
He was watching the show again, not even paying attention as he just enjoyed your presence when he realized you were dozing off suddenly, abruptly as you slowly fell forward into his broad chest. Instinctively, his arm went around you, catching you so you wouldn't fall further. He took a deep breath, holding it as your arm dangled precariously close to his own thigh. But then he saw your resting face, eyes closed as you fell into a soft sleep... he wanted to keep you distant, not wanting to hurt you by getting close to you and then having something happen to him. But he couldn't help himself when his heart beat faster, his expression softening as he gently caressed your arm.
He waited five minutes, just to see if you'd wake up on your own. But you never did, barely even stirring in your sleep. He gently got up, looking at you as you rested on the couch before just as carefully picking you up, holding you close to his chest as he carried you with ease, heading to your dorm.
He got a hint you were more awake than you were letting on when your arm lifted from resting your stomach to wrapping around his neck as he leaned over to open your door. Setting your feet down first, he softly laid you down until your arm wouldn't let go. He saw you slightly smile, he rolled his eyes light-heartedly.
"You have to let go of me, darling..."
You grumbled not letting go, "But I don't want to."
Like a little child, he couldn't help but find it endearing. "What do you want then? Because you need to sleep."
You smiled softly, looking off to the side as you thought about something. Meeting his eyes again, you pulled yourself closer, letting your lips meet his. His eyes widened, not expecting this, but slowly, taking a deep, he slowly shut his eyes as he eased into the kiss. He didn't want you close like this... but truthfully, he needed someone like you who he could trust and truly relax with.
You broke the kiss after a moment, arm breaking from around his neck just as had let his hand rest on the side of your waist. "That's all I wanted... goodnight, Fender."
He chuckled softly, lifting himself from the bed as you pulled the covers over yourself, admiring your sleeping face once last time while standing at the doorway. "Goodnight, darling... I'll see you tomorrow."
What do you think Fender's real name is? He can't just be Fendie in my head.. it doesn't seem right..
What is your take, Fender expert?
AAA I wouldn't call myself the Fender expert 😅 I have to thank the anons esp Hungarian anons that help with headcanons as I said, unfortunately I don't know anyone from Hungary to talk to for first hand experience like I do with Gromsko with Poland.
I have had this question in my mind a bit just tryna think because the problem is Hungary also has a lot of different names than we do in English, but I also absolutely think his mom would've named him after his dad due to his untimely passing before him even being born. Looking at names that Hungarian and English share, I feel like looking at him, I feel like Endre fits, a Hungarian version of Andrew/Andre. He just kinda looks it and well... add an F in front of Endre then switch the last two letters 😏
This is so Gromsko coded with his S/O. I'm not making the rules this is canon.
(Adding the video for ease of access, credit to @/hannahandregal for this!)
GOD ABSOLUTELY. HARD AGREE. SLAMMING ON THE CORRECT BUZZER. He is loudly, embarrassingly in love but it's so hard not to adore it. He loves seeing his s/o laugh and blush. He's the type to act like he doesn't know you and say like... pick you up from work and be like, "You come here often? I don't mean to sound creepy but, I think you're pretty cute. You single?"
could i get some soft gromsko hcs 🥺 sorry i keep seeing ones where hes a misogynist (untagged so it triggers me from a past relationship) and i much prefer your interpretation where he's caring but still confident
Aww 🫂🫂🫂 I'm sorry Anon, I'm actually in the same boat as you, my bad relationship ended exactly a year ago so yeah.
Everyone's allowed to have their own interpretation and all that fun stuff but I absolutely agree, I can't see him like that. Talking to my Polish friends about it, it's just not his generation and it's a very tired trope of "misogynistic, loud slavic man" they are not too happy seeing. For me, it's almost a bit of an American trope that is "loud and boisterous=asshole", which I dislike as he has multiple lines IN GAME that shows him as caring and you know... nice (ex. Czasami trzeba się poświęcić dla innych (sometimes you must sacrifice yourself for others), You're not dying yet!, Trzymać się (hold on) the surgeon is coming, I was proud to fight with you!, I am your wingman, etc). Not to mention you know... HE'S A MEDIC or at the very least "extensive medical training" as stated in his bio.
So yeah, I'll happily give you some nice, loud and proudly in love Gromsko headcanons, Anon💚
Tags: fem!reader, pure tooth rotting fluff, alcohol mention for the last point
Gromsko always has his arm around you in public. He wants the world to know how lucky he is to have you. He still has some slight guilt in his head about showing PDA from getting glares from various babcias back home, but he can't help it when he sees you, beautiful eyes looking back at him with such adoration. He has to show it back somehow.
Often, he'll just settle for hand holding (before marriage? Scandalous) as you guys walk around. He'll watch you as you interact with employees, you asking for help as his thumb runs over your knuckles, running along the back of your hand. Even if you get nervous talking to employees, his touch reminds you he's right there if you need him, and that he's more than willing to help if needed.
You getting disrespected sets him off in a whole new way. Instantly, he'll step in front, asserting his height advantage he often has, looking down at them with contempt that they would even dare speak to you like that. "Want to repeat that?" His voice coming out as low and threatening, booming around the room. When they inevitably leave you both alone, his attention goes right back to you, gently cupping your face as you look up to him as he asks if you're okay. You smile and nod, telling him a soft thank you. You can practically see his heart melt as he looks back, eyes softening and a gentle smile on his face, taking your hand and continuing like nothing happened.
Though he learned some cooking from his grandma, he has fond memories of watching Robert Makłowicz with his mom during weekends, making the recipes for dinner. When he found out Makłowicz has a YouTube channel, the two of you went on a deep dive for hours, cuddling on the couch and him translating for you when he started laughing or just said something nice, and thought it'd be nice to share. He also showed a few older clips, particularly this one of him and a dog and now the two of you have the little inside joke going "EHEHEHEHE" at small, cute things.
He often cooks for you, even wanting to take care of you like that as well. He doesn't mind the help but he takes quite a bit of pride in his cooking. He loves when you come up behind and just hug him while he's at the stove. For him, that plus you smiling as you eat a meal from him is the greatest reward.
Every injury is an emergency to him, often taking huge precautions even for little things. The house is never out of band-aids or antibiotic ointment. Even stubbing your toe will have him running out of whatever room he's in, stopping what he's doing to make sure you're okay.
He is the best to have around during the time of the month. He'll make some good iron rich foods, but still get you whatever snacks you want. He may want to take care of you physically but he knows part of health is mental too, and that he can't force something on you when you are craving something else. He makes sure heating pads are ready along with a nice comfortable spot in bed. He isn't overbearing though, as he knows sometimes you just need space. He knows that when you need him, you'll let him know. Often you have fallen asleep, head in his lap with a heated stuffed animal hugged to your chest. He'll carry you to the much more comfortable bed with ease, watching you at peace with a smile on his own face as he'd go back, cleaning up any snack wrappers in the living room, turning off any electric heating pads that might have been left on. He may join you for a nap eventually, but he'll leave you at peace for now.
Being used to waking up for the military, he wakes up before you, and he really doesn't mind. The warm glow of the sun rising as your lips are parted, gently breathing. His arm around you, he can feel the gentle rise and fall, your heart beat calm against him. He could look at you like this for hours, going back in forth in his head questioning how he got so lucky but also not wanting to question it, instead to just enjoy this quiet morning. Birds chirping, he wants to get up and make some coffee for you but he doesn't want to leave you in this moment... not now or ever.
He loves animals... all of them. Often, if he sees a random animal in the street, he'll call out to it instinctively in Polish, often leaving a poor hedgehog stunned in the streets, unsure what to do about this giant heading towards them. He loves going to the shelter with you, seeing big dogs go from barking to wagging their tail, wanting to get out to play, and going to cat rooms to sit for a while, playing with all the cats, young and old. Old cats flock to him like no other and he always imitates their crispy meows. Seeing him hold a kitten that easy fits in his hands, curling up into a ball as he holds it against his broad chest, gently petting its head with two of his fingers... it warms your soul.
He is a very affectionate drunk. He'll be stumbling down the streets, goofy grin on his face as he hugged on you for balance. If any even breathes in your direction, positive or negative, he'll be calling out to them, "HEJ! To moja dziewczyna... GO!" (Hey, that's my girlfriend) You often end up apologizing to whoever it is, his slurred speech being the answer for why. When you get home he'll often just keep repeating how beautiful you are while snuggled in your chest for once. Looking up at you, you see that look of disbelief in his eyes, but quickly returning to just bliss as he remembers you belong to each other. Snoring like a bear buried deep, he knows absolute comfort knowing you'll be there for each other for the inevitable hangover the next morning.