#fem kris

[star-light-shadows]

5 Years, 5 Heroes.

Happy 5th Anniversary, Deltarune!

[ryuunoko]

Kris is always getting in trouble, but she never means it. Marth is a good boy so he would follow her (accidentally).

Jagen is going to be pretty mad…

[itsyagergzero]

Not every masc lesbian is a butch and not every fem lesbian is a femme. Just saying

[doggosta]

Happy new yuri

[saturncodedstarlette]

Keegan, on his knees :

Keegan, begins to kiss up their body :

Keegan : I would burn this city down if that’s what it would take to have you. Don’t ever underestimate what I am willing to do to make sure you’re right where you belong.

Y/N, just enjoying him worshipping on their body : And where is that?

Keegan, slowly moves his hands up their frame :

Keegan, memorise the masterpiece before him : With me. You belong with me.

Bonus

[prezs]

finished some actual drawings of my fem shep! her name is anjali shepard. she was a colony kid and a war hero - a shame she's a bit of a closed off "i owe my life to the alliance so work always comes first" paragon.

didn't take to dying and being resurrected too well and has a bit of a decline into the renegade side of things before loosening up and Getting Better in me3

[bizarreaizen]

i'm just glad people are most accepting of kris/ava when she came out as transgender, obviously she still gets hate but it's not like she "changed", in newer videos, her humor is still the same and mrbeast and the rest of the crew don't treat kris/ava any differently and i'm really happy for kris/ava because of that, she deserves having such amazing friends /gen <3

[livingdreams97]

Kendall Jenner- "Yes". (Part 2)

Kendall Jenner x fem reader/oc

Summary: A funny Never Have I Ever turns out to be a prediction for the future of the two year relationship between Kendall and her girlfriend.

Words: 3190

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Masterlist

Kendall's POV

Today the family was going to Paris for a short vacation and for the first time in a long time I can go from the first day and Y/n can come too. Best of all, our anniversary will be tomorrow and I've always wanted to be with my special someone in Paris. What better place to spend your second anniversary than in Paris, the most romantic place in the world and I couldn't be more excited.

Right now I am at the front door of our house; since she moved into my house shortly after the video with Hailey and I was more than delighted. But now I'm waiting for her to come down from the room, so we can leave and get to the airport on time.

Kendall: Let's go love or we'll be late for the airport.- I shout from the front door of our house.

Y/n: I'm going! - she shouts from the floor above and in less than five minutes I see her coming down the stairs with her suitcase and black leather backpack.

I look at her clothes and I can't help but smile and bite my lip, she's wearing black Adidas leggings that accentuate her perfect butt, a red sweatshirt that I usually steal from her and white Nike air force. In addition to the fact that she has her perfect blonde hair straight and loose; which is how I like it the most.

Kendall: Move that beautiful ass, I don't want to hear my mother complain about being late and scolding us.- I tell her, watching her roll her eyes. -Not like that, miss.- I tell her, pointing at her with my index finger.

Y/n: You look like an old woman talking to me like that.- she laughs, stopping in front of me . -And you're only a year older than me.- she claimed, leaving a soft kiss on my lips.

Kendall: I don't sound like an old woman.- I defend myself by hitting her arm. -Now move your ass, we'll be late.- I tell her, giving her a spanking on the ass.

Y/n: Whatever you say old woman.- she laughs leaving the house and dragging her suitcase towards the car that has come to pick us up.

Kendall: I'm going to end up hitting you.- I tell her walking behind her with my suitcase, turning on the alarm and closing the door with the keys.

Y/n: You really want to fight a woman from Ohio, who is the youngest of four children; all boys and fighting over cookies or the bathroom?- she asks me crossing her arms and defiantly.

Kendall: Get in now.- I tell her pointing to the car without answering her question.

Y/n: That's what I thought.- she says in an amusing way, while the driver puts our suitcases in the trunk and gets into the car; letting me better appreciate her butt.

Kendall: I love how those leggings look on you.- I whispered in her ear after settling next to her, after biting her ear and sighing on the spot.

Y/n: Kendall.- she murmurs in the form of a warning and I bite her ear again, placing my hand on her thigh leaving a squeeze.

Kendall: What?- I ask innocently, sighing in her ear again, knowing that it always turns her on. -I'm not doing anything.- I say again hiding my face in her neck.

Y/n: Keep going like this and you'll be left without sex for a month.- she tells me seriously and I stop trying to excite her.

Kendall: You're very pretty.- I tell her with an innocent smile.

Y/n: You also look very pretty, love.- he responds giving me a soft kiss on the lips. -And that's my sweatshirt.- she murmurs against my lips.

Kendall: Oops.- I murmured, kissing her again so that she would forget that I stole her sweatshirt.

Y/n: I don't forget that you stole my sweatshirt.- she comments, separating herself from the kiss a few millimeters. -But I admit that it suits you better than me.- she flatters me with a small smile.

The truth is that I am dressed very simply for the trip, I am wearing a green sweatshirt without her hood, along with simple black leggings, original Adidas shoes and my hair tied up in a bun.

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The trip to Paris had been long, we had to go on the plane with my mother, Corey , Kim and their children; who cannot sit quietly for more than half an hour. At least I had my perfect girlfriend, with whom I could snuggle in the armchairs and who is in charge of entertaining the children for a while.

Once at the hotel we took a quick shower and got dressed, ready to go around Paris with the rest of the family. The plan was to take a walk around the site to see everything, have dinner somewhere together, and then return to the hotel. Because tomorrow is my anniversary, in the morning the family wants to go to the Champs Elysees and after eating they will let us go.

Y/n says that she already has everything planned for our afternoon alone, she doesn't want to tell me anything; besides that she wants me to dress casually. After a quick shower; I dress in a white strappy top, paired with red jean shorts with a matching jean jacket and low top black Martins.

I make up in a simple way since with the mask it is not very noticeable and it stains. While I talk to my sisters by messages to ask them how long it will take, since I was already ready and I knew that Y/n was going to be ready in less than 5 minutes.

You POV

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror making sure my hair is straight and my clothes match. I had decided to wear a long-sleeved black top; that leaves the shoulders visible, along with khaki cargo pants and tall black platform boots.

I take a Chanel bag with gold straps and a black leather jacket in case it's cold to finish my look.

Y/n: I'm ready, shall we go?- I ask coming out of the bathroom and seeing my girlfriend sitting on the bed with the phone.

Kendall: My sisters aren't ready yet.- She answers me with a very tender pout.

Y/n: And if we go down to the hotel bar and have a drink while we wait?- I ask with an excited smile.

Kendall: You know me well.- she says jumping out of bed and grabbing the bag along with me. -I think that's why we're such a good couple.- she comments, leaving the room with me.

Y/n: Because we think alike?- I ask confused walking with our hands intertwined.

Kendall: Because you like to drink as much as I do.- she answers with a happy smile and I can only laugh at his comment.

Y/n: We are alcoholics, you know that , right?- I ask amused, leaving a kiss on the top of her head since I am a few centimeters taller than her.

Kendall: At least we are together.- she says amused, snuggling into my side inside the elevator.

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Right now we walk through the illuminated park in front of the Eiffel tower, we walk towards the restaurant that is in the middle of the tower and I have a reservation.

I had decided to wear a white blazer, along with a nude strappy shirt, with white skintight pants and black heels along with a black bag.

Kendall had decided to wear a white top revealing her abs, white elephant leg pants, with a beige jacket and black ankle boots.

Y/n: By the way, you look amazing.- I say pulling our joined hands, to bring her closer to my body.

Kendall: I'm not wearing anything special.- she says resting her head on my shoulder. -Although you don't stay behind.- she whispers passing her hand to my butt leaving a small squeeze.

Y/n: Calm the hormones love.- I say removing her hand from my butt and grabbing it to avoid more groping.

Kendall: You won't let me touch you.- she says with a pout, looking at me badly and crossing her arms. -Why don't you let me touch that perfect butt of yours?- she asks standing in front of me and hugging my neck.

Y/n: Because we are in public and we have a reservation for dinner.- I tell her amused, hugging her around the waist without stopping walking.

Kendall: If you don't give me affection at night, you sleep in the bathtub.- she warns me with half-closed eyes.

Y/n: You're unbelievable.- I say amused, shaking my head.

Kendall: And that's how you love me.- she says confidently with a huge smile on her face and bright eyes full of emotion.

Y/n: Yes, I do.- I answer with a lovesick smile seeing her perfect face full of happiness and kissing her. -Now let's go to dinner because I'm starving.- I tell her, wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground.

During dinner, Kendall kept making risky comments, while I laughed at them and we also shared anecdotes about the things we've done. After almost two hours of eating, drinking and having a good time; I get a text from Khloe letting me know they're downstairs ready to go up.

Y/n: Let's see the views.- I say leaving a few hundred on the table and getting up from my chair.

Kendall: Can I take the cup?- she asks me getting up from her seat with the glass of wine in her hand and I look at her strangely.

Y/n: Of course not.- I answer amused. -If you want we'll go to a bar to drink later.- I tell her laughing at how she drinks everything that's left in her glass.

It takes us 5 minutes to get to the top, as soon as we get there I text Klo to come up, but to be quiet and we walk to the edge with views towards the Field of Mars. I take a deep breath trying to relax and reorganize my thoughts.

Y/n: Did you like dinner?- I ask next to her looking at her profile while she looks towards the field.

Kendall: The truth is that everything was delicious.- she answers turning towards me . -I don't know how did you come up with the idea of the restaurant, but I admit that it has been one of our best and most romantic dates that we have ever had.- she explains with a smile, hugging me around the neck and I quickly hug her around the waist.

Y/n: I'm glad you liked the date so much.- I tell her with a smile, glad that she's liking the date. -A-And believe me, you'll like it more now.- I say, kissing her softly.

Kendall: And why is that?- she asks me completely curious.

Y/n: I want to start by saying that every day when I wake up you are the first thing I want to see next to me in bed, just like I want you to be the last person I see every night when I go to bed.- I start feeling the palms of my hands sweat against her jacket. -The happiest moment of my day is when I am with you, because that is the moment in which all problems disappear and everything becomes peace. Being in your arms gives me that security that I need to face adversity and stay upright in the fight to make all my dreams possible.- I say seeing how her eyes begin to get wet. - For a long time I asked myself what love is, and after this time by your side I have finally found the answer: love is what I feel every time I look at you, that I feel you and that I think of you.- I continue with the speech taking a deep breath and catching the scent of her perfume; instantly relaxing. -They say that something like what we have only feels once in a lifetime. They say that when true love arrives, it is known. And in this time I have confirmed my suspicions: I adore you inevitably and I am going to fight for it.- I continued saying, seeing the first tear fall . -You are my ninja, my favorite supermodel, the best horse rider I know, the car lover who collects beautiful cars and the cutest person in the entire world.- I commented, wiping away the tear that slipped down her cheek and pulling away with her the bag box. - You are the best thing that has happened to me in life, you are the one with whom I want to start a family and have an absurd happy ending like the one in the movies. The truth is that I cannot and I do not want to imagine life without you by my side. So, Kendall Nicole Jenner, will you marry me? - I ask, getting down on one knee and opening the box with the ring inside.

Kendall: Oh my god YES!- she screams crying excited jumping on me and throwing me to the ground.

Kylie: That's my sister bitches! - yells from a few meters with the phone focused on us.

Kris: There's a wedding to plan! - she screams crying too and clapping excitedly.

Kendall: You don't know how much I love you.- she whispers with her eyes full of tears and staring into my eyes and then kissing me deeply.

Khloe: Hey separate you two and let's go drink.-she screams excited.

Y/n: I'm in for that.- I say once my now fiancée stops kissing me.

Kim: Party!! - she yells, jumping against Klo and climbing on her back.

Kendall: I'm getting married!- she gets up from me and jumps on his sisters while Scott helps me get up from the ground.

Y/n: Love, do you want the ring or should I give it to someone else?- I ask my fiancée amused, seeing how she opens her eyes in surprise and takes the ring, quickly putting it on her finger.

Kendall: It's precious love.- she says looking at the ring on his finger.

Y/n: You can't cry saying that no one has proposed to you anymore.- I comment amused, making everyone present laugh and she kills me with her eyes.

Kendall: Just because I adore you with everything I have, I'm going to pass it on to you.- she says pointing his finger at me. -Now to drink because I'm going to get married! - she screams excitedly again and then kisses me passionately.

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I turn in bed annoyed by the annoying and repetitive noise somewhere in the room. I growl in annoyance because the noise makes my hangover worse and my head hurt more. Blindly I move my hand in search of the noise, when I touch the mobile discovering that it is where the noise comes from, I bring it closer to my ear answering.

Call ???

- Yes? - I ask without even knowing who is calling me.

- How dare you !! - yells making me growl and separate the phone from my ear looking at the name.

- What do you want, Palvin? - I ask with a hoarse voice, closing my eyes again because of the headache.

- How dare you ask Kenny to marry you and not tell me, your best friend and on top of that I find out on insta!- she yells angrily and I just sigh.

- I'm sorry Barbi, I didn't mean for you to find out on insta.- I say moving around in bed trying to find my girlfriend's naked body. -You were going to be the first one I was going to call, but now I have a hangover and you just woke me up.- I comment growling when I can't find my fiancée's body.

- How could you? I helped you with the idea and the ring.- she says with a sad voice. -You had to tell me as soon as she gave you an answer.- she complained with the voice of a little girl.

- And now you will help me prepare the honeymoon, because you are my best friend and you adore me. - I say hiding my face in the pillow.

- Just because I'll be your bridesmaid, I'll help you. – she tells me seriously. -I'll let you continue sleeping so you can get over your hangover, but I hope that as soon as you come back and look at your idiot fiancee's Instagram.- she says before hanging up.

end call

Frowning in confusion , I open my eyes trying to get used to the daylight and the screen. I enter to insta founding my fiancee last post.

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I laugh in denial when I see some of the comments, both from the family and from the fans and the crazy things they write.

Kendall: What are you doing up?- she asks and I turn my head in search of the source of her voice.

Y/n: It turns out that someone has uploaded a photo to Instagram, so my best friend has called me screaming and that's not good for a hangover.- I answer narrowing my eyes.

Kendall: Oops.- she says with an innocent smile and that's when I notice that she's only wearing a robe and her hair is messy.

Y/n: Why don't you go back to bed.- I say with a smile biting my lip.

Kendall: I like the idea.- she says and jumps on me and we both laugh amused. -I think I'm still drunk.- she whispers, getting into bed with me.

Y/n: I'm dead.- I say leaving a loving kiss on her forehead. -Now this out.- I say untying the belt of her robe to take it off and earning a laugh from her.

Kendall: I like where this is going.- she says biting his lip and helping me take off her robe.

Y/n: Shall we repeat tonight?- I ask hoarsely in a whisper against her lips.

Kendall: More like the whole early morning thing.- she growls against my lips and then kisses me hungrily and I quickly place myself on top of her.

Y/n: I love you.- I whisper in the kiss caressing her side and her thigh.

Kendall: I love you too.- she answers, pulling the hairs on the back of my neck. -But now I want you to prove it to me.- she says playfully, moaning when I suck on her neck.

THE END

[sidthekidmalkin]

I Trust You

Geno Malkin/Fem!Reader

You're at a bar and lounge in Pittsburgh, when you twist your ankle trying to walk in your stupid, too-tall heels. Thankfully, there's a cute stranger who's more than willing to help you out.

3.3k words :) my first fic!! tysm for checking it out

The bar was loud and noisy as you made your way through, skillfully dodging random patrons. It was a fancy place, somewhere you’d never been, and you felt a little out of your depth. You’d come with a few friends, just girls you knew from work, but it wasn’t long until they’d busied themselves with guys and left you alone. They meant well, but you didn’t have the social prowess that they seemed to have, so you awkwardly laughed and sent them on their way as they apologized for ditching you. “No, it’s fine, go have fun!” you’d said, ignoring the sting. Your three friends- acquaintances?- made their way to the dancefloor one by one, and then presumably into Ubers and apartments, as you sat alone at the bar. Eventually, you got tired of the pitiful stares from the bartender, and got up to find yourself someone to be busy with too.

That’s how you found yourself now: sliding between drunk people as you walked through the crowd, scanning the bar for anyone who’d notice you. Unfortunately, someone did, in the worst kind of way. A guy approached you, around your height and decently built with dark, shiny black hair. He staggered up, clearly drunker than he thought he was, and a little sweaty. He had a smug grin on his face, like he’d already won something just by spotting you. You looked away from him, but it served no purpose. He’d already seen you, and was making his way through the crowd.

Okay, you thought, I wanted someone to notice me and now someone has. Maybe he’s sweet. You didn’t want to be too harsh too fast. He approached you, and before he said a word, slid an arm around your waist. “Hey, sexy, you here by yourself?” He stared up at you with a big, mouth-breathing grin. You began to regret the moment you ever stood up.

“Oh, no, actually-”

“Bullllllllshit.” He laughed. “There hasn’t been a guy with you all night. Why’re you lyin’ to me, baby?” His words were slurred and his arm was still around your waist. He was clammy and smelled like gin. You felt guilty for being so revolted. “Come dance with me.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t-” He cut you off again, this time by pulling you harshly into him. You recoiled at the feeling of his clothes and body touching you. Your heart sank a little as you realized just how firm of a grip he had on you. You pushed back a little, but his grip didn’t falter. “I have to go to the bathroom.” You blurted out quickly, before ripping yourself away from him and beelining the opposite direction. As you’d pulled yourself away, however, you’d gotten tripped up on your tall heel and twisted your ankle. It hurt, but you had priorities, so you kept moving as quick as you could till you were lost in the crowd. As you made your way, you didn’t look back, but could hear him behind you drunkenly laughing at your tripping and calling you as many names as he could think of.

Once you were sufficiently lost in the crowded lounge, you realized just how badly your ankle hurt, and how shaken up you were by the encounter. You began to look around for a table to sit at, but the only booth you could manage to get to was full of big, hot guys in suits with expensive looking drinks. You tried not to let your eyes linger at the table for too long. You felt like a deer caught on a highway. You were standing with all your weight on your left side, and you knew that as soon as you took a step it’d be over. You were embarrassed, with the feeling being exacerbated by the fact that you were standing totally still in the middle of a dance floor and people were noticing. You looked down at the ground and fought off a few tears. You were 22 years old and couldn’t just go to a club?

As if the universe couldn’t get enough of your misery, as your eyes made their way to the ground, a very large body collided into you. He’d been trying to get past you on your left, but hadn’t quite seen you, so instead he mowed you over. Before you hit the ground, his hand grasped your arm and hoisted you back up, but not before all your weight was pushed onto your shitty ankle. The pain set in quickly and it showed on your face.

“Jesus Christ, I am so sorry,” the big guy who’d hit you said immediately. “I didn’t see you.” You looked up at him, trying to say it was fine or something, but you were blindsided by your pain. “Are you okay?”

You managed a nod and a smile. “I just twisted my ankle a little. It’s these stupid heels.” You said, feigning levity and praying this strange-accented stranger would leave you. He pulled a face. He cautiously let go of you, but as you began to sway with unsteadiness, he grabbed you again.

“Let me help.” You weren’t really in a position to deny help from anyone, so you apprehensively allowed him to step behind you and help support your weight as he walked you to a table. The table full of big hot guys in suits, to be more specific. If you weren’t so full of pain and humiliation, you’d probably laugh, because of course the world would find a way to humiliate you a little more.

The big stranger guided you swiftly to the table. The other men saw you coming, and had cleared a chair out in front of the table just for you. There were a lot of them in the vicinity, but most were distracted by something or another. There were really only two looking in your direction, thankfully. “Who you got there, Geno?” One asked as you approached.

“She twist ankle in the crowd. I knocked her over.” He admitted, moving you gently towards the chair and sitting you down in it. Turning his attention back to you, he asked, “You fall when I hit you?”

“Oh, no, it was like right before that. Like I said, it was just these stupid shoes. I’m okay, really.” You were lying about that last part, but it was okay. You were sort of endeared by his determination to help you, but you’d just inserted yourself into what seemed like a lovely guys’ night and you were beyond embarrassed. “I think I just need to take these off and I’ll be okay to go home.”

You moved to undo the strap of your shoe when the big guy’s hand gently shoved yours away. He was crouching down to do it for you. You were a little shocked by the bluntness of his actions. “I do.” He said, not even looking at you as he quickly unfastened the strap of your pump. You looked around at all the other guys- all remarkably beautiful men- and felt yourself turning beet red at their bemused expressions. They watched as this stranger- Geno, was it?- carefully examined your ankle through your black tights. “It’s very swollen. Looks bad. You need ice.” He stood back up and gave a quick look to the guy who’d spoken earlier.

“I’ll go grab some!” The guy said, cheerfully. He had a bit of an accent too. You began to wonder why these rich foreign guys were all gathered in this one bar.

“I’m really sorry if I’m like, intruding on your guys' night or anything. I really didn’t mean to.” You said, staring at the ground and wishing you weren’t so fucking awkward.

“Hey, no, it’s alright.” Another guy spoke up, the other one of the pair that’d watched you come in with Geno. He was standing a little bit behind you, to your right, and he came around to face you. “To be honest, we’ve been here a while and were getting pretty bored.” He laughed a little, before extending his hand. “My name’s Kris.”

You smiled, shaking his hand. You were happy to hear that you weren’t killing their party, even if you still felt like you were. “I’m Y/N.”

“And this is Geno.” Said Kris, introducing you officially to the kind but odd stranger who’d been helping you so far. “He’s a good guy. You’re in good hands.” He smiled at you again, before clapping Geno on the shoulder and turning to leave. “I’m gonna go see where Sid went with the ice.”

With Kris gone, it was just you and Geno, who had found himself a chair to sit in next to you. “Y/N is a pretty name.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, a little apprehensive of the new one-on-one format. You were both looking at the ground in your respective chairs. “Your accent, where are you from?”

“Russia. Lived there whole life. My English not so good, but it gets better.” He said with a dry little laugh, almost like he was apologizing.

“It’s okay, I know what you’re saying.” He smiled a little but kept his eyes trained downward. You only just noticed he was holding your shoe, and fidgeting with the buckle. He was blunt and awkward still, but you found yourself charmed by it. “So, are these guys your friends?”

“Teammates. We play hockey. Pittsburgh Penguins, baby.” He replied proudly.

“Wait, like the Pittsburgh Penguins? Like professionals?”

“Not like professionals, we are professionals.” He jabbed playfully, though you could tell he knew what you meant. He seemed to think he was pretty funny. You laughed too.

“I didn’t realize I was in the care of celebrities.” You looked up at Geno, who’s face told you that he thought you were decently funny too. He didn’t seem to mind being called a celebrity.

The two of you got to talking, mostly about what brought you both to the club. Geno was particularly interested in the tale of the waist-grabbing creep from earlier, and insisted that if you saw him again tonight, you’d point him out. The tiny inkling of protectiveness from your new friend and the subtle implication that you’d be hanging out with him all night made your stomach feel funny.

“You are tall girl. What you wear these, these stilts for?” Geno laughed, brandishing your shoe. He was a little drunk, and he was easing up to you. Over the course of the conversation, he’d turned his chair to face you and had put your injured ankle in his lap to elevate it.

“Because they’re cute! And my legs look short without them.” You laughed in reply, reaching out for your shoe. Geno pulled it back before you could grab it from him.

“No, no, they’re death traps. And you have nice legs, who told you you have short legs? Very pretty.” He said, still laughing. You got a little embarrassed. He was a very, very handsome guy, with big brown doe eyes and arms that could be the size of your head. You knew that with the whole NHL player thing, his cute accent and his looks he probably saw millions of gorgeous women on the regular. You tried to not put too much stock in his compliment, but you couldn’t help it.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Of course. I think you beautiful.” He was looking up at you already when you pulled your eyes away from the ground. He had a little, earnest smile on his face, and he was looking at you through thick lashes. You were done for.

As if on cue, the two friends from earlier finally made their return. “Hey, sorry that took so long big guy. I ran out to the car to get some tape ‘n prewrap, we thought it might help you get through the rest of the night.” The shorter one said. “I’m Sidney by the way. It’s nice to meet you.” He set his stuff down and shook your hand, flashing you a dazzling smile.

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled. Sidney grabbed the roll of tan colored foamy looking stuff and moved back around. Geno reached out to take it from him, but Sidney didn’t notice. You moved your ankle off of Geno’s thigh and turned back to face Sidney, who was kneeling down in front of you.

“I’ll just wrap this up for you then, if that’s okay-”

“I do.” Said Geno, interrupting Sid. Geno reached over and took the prewrap out of Sid’s hands, and then turned back around to the table to find the scissors. Sid and Kris exchanged a look.

Sidney stood back up, putting his hands up as if to say okay, okay, you win. He threw you one last bemused smile.

“Alright then, you’ve got it eh?”

Geno nodded, not even looking at them.

“Alright, well I guess Kris and I’ll go get drinks or something. She’s all yours, bud.”

Geno offered another kurt nod, not taking his attention off his work prepping the wrap. Sidney and Kris walked away, laughing to each other. You didn’t understand.

“Hey, how come he couldn’t do it? Does he suck at it or something?”

“No, Sid’s good. Just not for you.” Said Geno, sliding back around to be in front of you again. He knelt down and took your ankle gingerly into his big hands. He didn’t explain anything, but began to quickly and masterfully wrap your ankle in the cushiony stuff.

“Why not?”

“Because. I want to.” You were a little dumbfounded, both by the quick, succinct actions of the man in front of you, and by the fact that he specifically wanted to do this. He could be getting drinks, too.

“But why?”

“Like I said. You’re beautiful. I’ll not let beautiful girl be charmed by Sidney Crosby.” He said, as if it were obvious. He said the name “Sidney Crosby” like it were a joke you weren’t in on. He stood up a little on his knees and reached behind you, grabbing the tape. “You ask many questions.”

“Sorry, I guess I just don’t really get it. I mean, you’re like, famous, and you could be doing anything else right now. Why are you spending so much time on me?”

“Because, it’s nice thing to do,” said Geno, going back over the tan stuff with a firm wrapping of white tape. You were surprised at how secure your ankle felt already. “It’s win-win. You get ankle taped, get no more pain, I get to look at pretty girl and have conversation.” He smiled again. He unbuckled and slid off your other shoe, before standing up and admiring his handiwork.

“Now,” he said, “try and stand.” You immediately felt scared. Although it felt much better and much more stable with the wrapping on it, you remembered how much it’d hurt to move just minutes ago.

The fear must’ve shown on your face, because Geno was instantly reassuring you. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, with his strong voice instantly becoming softer. “I wrapped it good. My best. It’s very stable. You trust me?” He assured.

You nodded, still afraid, but tentatively, you stood up. You slowly rose to your feet, nervously allowing your weight to fall on both sides. It was definitely uncomfortable, but it wasn’t the shooting, throbbing pain like before. You were amazed.

“Hey, that’s моя хорошая! You did it!” He cheered, a big smile spreading across his face. He quickly reached out to help you, hands on both sides of your ribs, as he helped you take your first step forward. “It feels good?”

You nodded, smiling too. His joy and pride was contagious. He did wrap it good. Upon reading your face, he smiled even bigger, before the two of you realized you were standing very close. He steadied you quickly and let you go, stepping behind you to grab the rest of the stuff off the table.

“You want to go home?” He asked, stuffing the tape, scissors and prewrap in his pocket. You eyed him.

“With you?”

Geno was confused, and then entirely embarrassed. His face turned a little red. “No, no, I don’t mean, no-”

“It’s okay, Geno,” you laughed. “I know what you mean.”

He sighed in relief, before cracking a smile. “You think you funny?”

“Maybe a little?”

“Only a little. You got me little bit.” He laughed, coming back to you. “You want to call you a cab? I can carry you to car.” He offered.

“No, it’s okay,” you sighed. Truthfully, you did want him to call you a cab and carry you, but you couldn’t ask him to do that. “It’s expensive out here and I’m kinda heavy. I’ll walk. Besides, I’m all wrapped up now.” You meant your offer, but Geno dismissed it immediately.

“It raining and gross outside, and you have no shoes. You get my wrap all wet.” You tried to argue, but Geno ignored it. “It’s not safe. I carry.” He sent a quick text on his phone, presumably for the cab, and came back to you, holding his arms out. “It’s okay?”

You nodded, embarrassed. Geno scooped you up like it was nothing, holding you bridal-style with the bag of ice in his hands still. It was cold against your thigh, but you wouldn’t dare complain now. People were looking at you, naturally, and you got a little embarrassed. You could feel Geno’s big eyes studying your face, trying to ensure you were okay, so you tried to ignore how embarrassed you were.

He set off, weaving you through the crowd. He ran into Sid and Kris on the way out, letting them know you were leaving and promising to pay them back for the tab. They were a little confused, but not entirely shocked. What, did he do this often? Once again, you became nervous, not wanting to be his rescued damsel of the day, but it was hard to focus on that when you were being paraded around.

“Everyone’s looking,” you murmured, as Geno maneuvered you towards the door.

“They look cause they jealous,” affirmed Geno, skillfully getting the door open with his foot. “I have pretty girl and they stand around like chumps.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. That funny feeling in your stomach came back again when he called you pretty, amplified now by the way his arms held you up effortlessly and how close his face was to yours. You could feel his words vibrating in his chest as he spoke.

Finally, the two of you made it outside. It was raining, so he kept you under the awning. You shivered a little.

“You cold?”

“A little,” you said, trying to downplay your freezingness. He smiled at you and pulled you closer to him, shifting his arms to cover more of your skin. He didn’t say anything, but had a pleased look on his face, almost like he was happy to be what you needed.

A minute later, the cab pulled up, and Geno carried you swiftly inside. He set you down and stepped back.

“What, you aren’t coming?” Geno’s eyes lit up in surprise.

“You want me to come with?” He asked, perplexed.

“Well, yeah, how else am I gonna get inside?” You said, mimicking his isn’t-it-obvious tone from earlier. “Besides, you still have my shoes.”

“Oh, yeah,” Geno laughed, looking down at the black heels in his hand. You slid over to make room for him, and he deftly took the spot next to you. You gave the cabbie your address and the two of you set off towards your apartment. You hadn’t intended on taking anyone home tonight, and technically he was taking you home, but you couldn’t give up the feeling of his big hand resting on your thigh quite yet. You could tell he was nervous, so you offered him a smile. It’s okay, you thought, I trust you.

[star-light-shadows]

Noelle explains Fnaf Lore to Kris and Susie.

(Inspiration and full infodump text for those who are curious under the cut.)

and, you see, that's what makes the ending of the 7th game so interesting, it draws a parallel between Golden Freddy and Springtrap that has been a consistant theme since Fnaf 3, Springtrap and Golden Freddy, or William Afton and Cassidy, are not that dissimilar from each-other. The later games would even reveal that Cassidy was William's own DAUGHTER. That's why Scott decided to make the killer wear a golden suit in the first place. That's why the darkened form of Golden Freddy seemed to mimic William's actions, luring the other animatronics to the safe room. Even after she got her revenge, Cassidy, just like William, was too stubborn and prideful to let go. But after Happiest day, where she finally learned to let people in thanks to the efforts of Charlie and Michael, she's ready to let her story end. Something that UCN expands upon by putting her in a situation that's practically BEGGING her to fall back into her old habits, to join The One in tormenting William, but she doesn't, instead she fades into the darkness, mirroring the first animated scene in which we ever saw Springtrap, but portraying the opposite scenario. A restless spirit that after all these decades is finally letting go, and moving on. Blah Blah Blah Bite of 87 Blah Blah blah blah, Kriselle > Suselle Don't @ Me Blah Blah Blah Blah According to all know laws of aviation Bees suck, Blah Blah

[ryuunoko]

A stract from one of the dialogues of the FE12. I just love how Kris validates and shares Marth's ideals and feelings.

[nightqueen1221]

Kris x fem!reader fic in which Reader's threatening to murder someone (probably Berdly) so Kris just picks her up and carries her away? (This was funnier in my head 😅)

Sorry this is a bit short. ( BUT ALSO I LOVE THIS IDEA AND LAUGHED WHEN I FIRST SAW IT.)

    Everyone was just getting on your nerves today. MS. Alyphs had paired you with Berdly and Noelle to work on this project together. Which you were fine with, even though you would have rather been with Kris since you were dating. Noelle is easy to get along with and she tries to say as focus on the task. Berdly however, he would praise himself and occasionally Noelle. He would only belittle you for being "below average" or something along those lines. You really couldn't tell since you were trying to block him out.

    "Y/N, there is no need to fear since the valiant blue bird is here to save you in your time of illiterate need!" Berdly loudly proclaimed.

    "Berdly, she asked what this word means, that doesn't make her illiterate." Noelle awkwardly smile as she spoke. She could clearly tell you were unhappy with you resting your head in your hands. You couldn't tell, but maybe Berdly noticed too, maybe he is only saying these thing to make you even more mad. Well it sure was working. The only thing at this point that was stoping you from committing 2nd degree murder was the fact Kris and Susie were also in the same room. Whenever Berdly opened his mouth (beak?), you simply look over at Kris in hopes that they'll see the "Please Save Me™" look in your eyes. Even if that didn't work, at least one of them would be something remotely entertaining.

    "Ah, Y/N you're losing focus again! However I would expect nothing less for-"

    "BERDLY!"  You said in annoyance and anger. "I swear to God, you don't shut up for ONE SECOND! Maybe, just maybe, I'm losing focus BECAUSE SOMEONE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE WORD 'SILENT' MEANS! DO YOU WANNA KNOW? IT'S WHAT YOU SHOULD BE RIG-" You were cut off right at the end from feeling something from behind yoh, pick you up by your armpits, and move you.

    "What the-" You exclaimed as you were carried out the door. As soon as you're dropped, you spin around to see who it was. Kris. Still being angry, you wanted to tell at them for, whatever just happened. Till you realized it was to get you out of there.

    "O-oh, thank you, Kris." You spoke. " I would ask you for a hug, but I know you aren't fond of those..."  You both stood there in awkward silence for a few seconds before the door swung open.

    "Can't believe you'd leave me behind Kris. Anyways, wanna ditch?" Susie said slamming the door closed behind her. Both you and Kris looked at eachother and shrugged. Sorry Noelle you're gonna have to put up with Berdly till tommorow.

[bookof-xreaders]

So I have seen some of your headcanons of Kris's (S/O) following Kris into the dark world but if it is possible can you make a fanfic where Kris's human fem (S/O) invites Kris to her house to study, only for her room to become a dark world. I'd imagine the (S/O) would become a princess/have a princess class inspired by Anthy's dress from Revolutionary Girl Utena specifically the one from the movie. (Sorry if this post is long btw)

Sorry for taking so long on this! I had to do some research, so I hope you don't mind! Along with Anthy, I also based her powers off of Amy Rose (Sonic) and Princess Peach (Mario).

I just realized this was from June, so I apologize deeply!

Kris Dreemurr x Fem!Reader: Floral Princess

Upon landing in the dark world, the both of you realized how it looked like a kingdom. This kingdom looked like it belonged in a television series marketed at girls, more than anything.

However, the kingdom obviously had elements from your room. The castle itself looked more like a giant plastic toy than a castle.

Even though you were presented with this, Kris couldn't see much. You now had roses on your head, which seemed to constantly shed petals.

Once they were able to get out of the way of the roses, they fully saw you. Your outfit looked oddly familiar, probably it was from a video game or show you liked?

Even though you were both surprised that a dark world opened up in your room, Kris insisted that the two of you met up with the others. They didn't fully know if the group would be in this dark world, but it was best to find out!

On the way, the both of you discovered your abilities. Most of the time, your abilities activated by accident.

Your joy controlled wind, either making it a light breeze or a strong gust. Your anger lit caused things to burn, and pure rage could set things on fire.

After making you laugh, Kris was flustered from the sight of wind flowing around you. Full roses fluttered around the two of you, and Kris swore there was a pink tint to their surroundings.

During one fight, you summoned a weapon to defend Kris. This would only occur after Kris has been downed. + If the Player did a Weird Route, the weapon would be a sword similar to the Sword of Dios (as seen in Revolutionary Girl Utena). If the Player did not do that, the weapon would be a hammer similar to Amy Rose's Piko-Piko Hammer (as seen in Sonic games).

Thanks to your hammer, you're able to propel yourself (and others) off the ground with a single hit. This has been used in fights where launching someone at the enemy was required. + Ralsei does not like your hammer. Mainly because he was launched with it.

If you encountered Noelle or Ralsei in the dark world, they would make a lighthearted tease about your Princess and Knight in Shining Armor appearances. Even in a different plane of existence, you somehow managed to compliment each other!

[itsyagergzero]

Genuine question, would it be wrong to draw gwen as nonbinary or trans masc (as a tmasc) cuz shes not confirmed to be a trans woman

Again genuine question!! ijust had an idea but idont wanna go through with it first

Edit: TRANS FEMS ESPECIALLY RESPOND PLEASE!! This is a question that should be directed to you!

[dash-n-step]

I know "playing as a girl means you're probably trans" has sort of become a meme, but I stumbled on this article about it happening to someone with Pokemon Crystal, and I thought it was sweet:

One day, I randomly stumbled across a copy at a local department store. I was ecstatic and immediately begged my grandmother to buy it for me, then played it the moment we got home. It asked me for a name, but I didn’t have any ideas, so I just went with the default player name for the girl character. 

Kris. That name was everything to me. I could choose to be a girl.

I became Kris, and it changed my world. I was obsessed, and I immersed myself in the game. Even though I could only see it through the small, pixelated screen of a Gameboy Color, it felt more real and vibrant than my actual existence.

[the-goopy-gaymer]

UTDR fans don't be weird about the genders of the humans challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)