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delcakoo · 1 year

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i wish i was a baller ₊✩˚⊹ c.yj

ty @yenqa bae for the idea <3

SUMMARY ! being his longtime crush, when yeonjun and his pesky friends’ catch you walking past the court, he’s quick to try an impress you with one (un)lucky shot on hoop in exchange for your number.

PAIRING ! yeonjun x f!reader

WC ! 1.3k

GENRE ! cavity inducing fluff

a/n: c’mon now u have to listen to i wish after readin that title c:

“shit, look who it is yeonjun!”

the male in question was much too busy shouldering soobin to the ground, dribbling past his now groaning friend before slam-dunking his favorite orange ball through the hoop to listen to lame, old, beomgyu.

“let’s go!” yeonjun punches the air, running by his teammates to offer them high fives that they halfheartedly return. “another point for the yeonjunniez!”

“horrible fuckin’ team name,” taehyun murmurs, while kai only nods in tired agreement.

before yeonjun could force the group into another scrimmage, a strong hand grips his shoulder, redirecting him to face a barely visible figure that’s only steps away from reaching the basketball court’s end. beomgyu squeezes tighter, shaking him back and forth slightly. “don’t ignore me! you recognise who that is, right man?” squinting his eyes, yeonjun gasps as he takes in the familiar sight of your signature hairstyle and white headphones.

oh, he knew it was you alright. even if it was pitch black out — only street lamps illuminating the shady pathways — and you were clearly wearing all dark shades to blend in more, he knew.

“‘course, what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn’t know my girl when i see her?”

soobin, who’s still brushing off pebbles after his dramatic fall, rolls his eyes at the straight fibs coming out of his friend’s lips. “she barely knows you exist.”

“not for long.” before anyone could stop him or make him think at the very least, yeonjun has himself pressed against the chained wall of the court, fingers noisily locking through the metal in an attempt to grasp your attention. “y/n, is that you?”

when you swiftly turn at the sound of your name, looking adorably like a deer caught in headlights, yeonjun is reminded of just how head over heels he is.

“yeonjun..?” he’s never been so thankful to mr. sim assigning partners for projects, or else you still wouldn’t know your future boyfriend’s name! you look past him to take in the other boys who send you awkward waves, and yeonjun glares in annoyance at each and every one of them. what shitty wingmen.

“uh, yeah.. so, what’re you doing out here alone?”

with one more glance around the empty park, yeonjun nearly squeals as you begin walking closer, shoving your phone into your hoodie pocket smoothly. “j-just clearing my head i guess. what about you guys?” your stuttering gives him hope that perhaps you’re just as nervous as he is right now — leading a small smirk to etch across the boy’s lips.

“practising extra late since tryouts open soon,” he replies, gesturing to his friend group in the background. “they all kinda suck though.”

“thanks!” beomgyu spits back, but yeonjun could care less about his sarcastic comeback when it resulted in you letting out a soft chuckle. that was him by the way — he made you laugh!

in an attempt to give yeonjun more one on one time with you, the others had attempted to go back to playing (while still eavesdropping of course), but it was clear that their friend needed a little shove in the right direction.

taehyun moves closer, adjusting his black muscle top while offering you a mischievous grin. “say, y/n. if yeonjun here gets a three pointer, would you consider giving him your number?”

besides kai’s howling laughter in the distance, the court is frozen in tension, more specifically yeonjun — who’s jaw has practically dropped to his ass. this was not part of the plan, taehyun! attempting to bandage the wound, the raven haired boy smacks his friend, hoping the expression on your poor, confused face would falter at least a bit.

his ears burn bright red, and he can only pray the hood of his grey coat is deep enough to hide it. “i uh- sorry about that, you don’t— you don’t have to do anything—“

too busy manifesting some way to travel back in time and tape taehyun’s mouth shut, yeonjun fails to notice the amused smile creeping its way to your lips. “no, it’s okay. you can try if you want.”

soobin and beomgyu share a horrified glance, just how is this working?

yeonjun blinks, holding a bewildered yet determined look in his pupils. “i— you mean like, to shoot?” he blabbers in disbelief.

you shrug. “why not?” and before he knows it, the ball is forced into his grip by a snickering soobin, who attempts to relieve his friend’s shoulders that are tenser than he’s ever seen them with a swift massage.

little did he know that you found it almost as endearing as the way yeonjun’s teeth nibble onto his bottom lip as he gets into position, crouching with precision before jumping, releasing the basketball with a flick of his wrists.

the orange ball flies for a bit before landing right on the hoop’s ring, bouncing across it loudly, spinning around for a bit before—

“shit..” beomgyu murmurs in horror, watching how the ball flops pathetically off the side of the ring along with the other five pairs of eyes.

yeonjun refuses to believe this.

sinking down to his knees, nails frustratingly glide through his bangs while a pained groan leaves his lips. “i didn’t miss a single fucking shot earlier,” he winces, “but of course when it actually matters i fuck up.”

god, he was so cute — it was all you could think to yourself as you paced closer, squatting next to the boy’s destressed form all while lightly patting his shoulder. when yeonjun lifts his head, his eyes widen at the closeness of your face being mere centimetres from his. for a second, he thinks he might just pass out on the spot, up until you pull out a pen from your pocket, grinning cutely as usual.

when you open up your palm, it takes him a minute to realize you were asking for his hand.

ever so carefully, yeonjun places his hand in your grasp, breath stuttering at the feeling of his crush’s fingers wrapping comfortingly around his wrist. “what- what are you..” he gulps when you bend a bit closer to begin scribbling something right across the softness of his pale skin, glancing up at his friend’s with a face of utter disbelief who only give him an equally gobsmacked look in return.

suddenly, you’re releasing him and standing back to full height, pen being shoved casually into the embrace of your black hoodie as if you hadn’t just narrowly avoided giving the poor boy a heart attack moments prior. “yeonjun, i was gonna give it to you either way,” you snort.

wait, what? did he just go through the five stages of grief for nothing?

all he can do is watch with eyes gaped as you slowly march back towards the entrance, only snapping out of it when beomgyu pulls his arm up to investigate the nine numbers inked across his hand. “bro.. you did it.” he states it as if yeonjun had just solved world hunger, shaking his friend frantically.

“i.. i did it?” he repeats dumbly.

it seems as though he can’t get a break; now soobin’s the one pushing him towards the entrance. “go on, dipshit!” he exclaims, “it’s pitch black out there, walk her home!”

this has yeonjun’s expression changing from dumbstruck to full on panic, nearly tripping on his own shoelaces as he sprints out to catch up to your now-far-away form, grey hood falling off and finally revealing his bright red ears in the process.

there was no doubt that he looked insane — lighting or not. “she has him wrapped around her finger, huh?” kai can’t help but cackle once more.

soobin takes a shot, easily making a dunk with the help of his height before sighing in agreement. “oh, absolutely.”

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webslingingslasher · 2 years

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Crush

Genre: fluff

Word count: 6k

Summary: you like peter, he doesn't get it. until you confide in spider-man

i hope you guys like this, i've been really really busy at work but i'm working on my other fic i promise.

You didn’t know Peter Parker was Spider-Man.

To be fair, no one really knew. Tony Stark knew because he knows everything, May knows because she walked in on him in the suit, so did Ned, and MJ found out on her own, because, well, she knows everything. So enter in you, a girl who moved into the city and got into a smart kid school. Almost immediately you befriended MJ, you sat next to her in English and noticed her head stuck in a book. You leaned over into her space, you saw her tense up and smiled at her eyes peeking at you through the corners.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m new here and I want to die in a falling elevator, what about you?”

MJ peered at you and smirked, she stuck out a hand to shake yours.

“Hi, I’m MJ. I’m old here and I’m still trying to decide.”

You two have been friends since.

“No, you’re not getting it Ned! I dare you to ask Betty, that is if she’ll still talk to you.” Peter grinned at his friend and laughed when Ned threw a spork at him. Ned and Betty were in their usual weekly dispute, usually something dumb but slightly significant.

“Are you just mad I have a girlfriend that gets mad at me?” Ned teased back. He did feel like he had the upper hand, being honest he always thought Peter would have all his firsts, well, first. But Ned was collecting the firsts while Peter kept to himself.

Peter scoffed at the assumption, “No way man, If I was a boyfriend I would never pick a fight. I’d be a good boy and listen.” He hummed and shot his eyes to yours, you were already looking at him.

“Right, Y/N?” He shot a wink at you and you froze, was that real? Was he actually talking to you?

Peter Parker is beautiful. You’re not sure when you liked him, actually you think you always have. The second you met him you felt pulled to him, you couldn’t stay away from him. Subconsciously you walked the longer loop around the school to peek at him at his locker, and you always laughed at his jokes, and you made constant eye contact when you weren’t staring at his mouth.

His brown curls laid over his forehead, you remember last week he was talking about getting it cut, and you frowned at him and said ‘absolutely not, if anything you should grow it longer’, you can’t help but notice it hasn’t been cut yet, and he is looking more tempting by the day. Maybe two more weeks and you could have an excuse to run your hand through it, tell him you noticed it was in his eyes and you were just helping.

Even MJ knew, you think Ned and Betty have an inkling. When the four of you were together they loved to talk about Peter, except they would only praise him. He has the ultimate wingmen even if he didn’t know it. And speaking of not knowing, he had no clue you were into him. It’s not like you’ve been straightforward but you also didn’t hide it. You always made flirty comments towards him, and he would usually smile shyly and brush it off.

“How did you think you did on Mr. Tusks test? I think I did fine.” He once asked during a passing period, you made a show of looking him up and down, “Oh trust me, you’re fine.” Peter rolled his eyes and then asked if you had heard about Kayte and Brendon.

“Can you do me a favor?” Peter asked while you and the rest of the group met at his house for a study session before PSATS, looking over at you from his shoulder at the kitchen table. You stepped closer and grabbed his bicep, “Trust me, I’d do anything for you, Peter.” MJ let out a quiet ‘oooh’ and Peter flushed, he cleared his throat and held up some crumpled paper. “Can you throw these away for me, please?”

You wrapped your hand around the paper in his and let your fingers rest against his palm for a moment, you looked in his eyes and pouted. “Aw, that’s all?” He looked at MJ for help, she instead looked at you and smirked with a slight nod to her head. You met her with a similar smirk and walked away to the trash can.

Then that time at the movies you hopped around Ned to steal the spot next to Peter, “Dibs! If anyone is gonna get cuddly with Peter it’s gonna be me.” You pushed Ned’s shoulder to prove your seriousness when his jaw dropped open, he sputtered but then slunk to the seat next to you. Peter joked to ease the tension, “There’s enough of me to go around,” you looked at him and smiled, “but most of you is mine, right?” Peter went to respond but the lights dropped and the trailers started.

You almost thought he made a move, almost.

During the movie he lent into your ear, his warm breath sent goosebumps down your spine. “Hey.” You turned your head and almost stopped breathing, his face was right against yours, if he lent up half an inch your lips would meet. You wondered if this was the moment, all the flirting was for something. “Yeah?” You whispered back, you looked between his eyes and mouth, he caught you looking at his lips and watched you lean in a tad closer. “Can I get a sip of your slushie?”

His grin was highlighted in the blue light of the theater screen. You grumbled and thrust the plastic cup at his chest, “Not how I imagined swapping spit with you in a movie theater, but I guess it will do.” Peter nodded absentmindedly while his attention was on the screen, and you might have maybe, just for a second, thought about punching him in the ribs.

And right now he was asking you if he would be a good boyfriend.

“Are you kidding me Parker? You’re the definition of boyfriend material.” You matched the grin he gave you and he shot a HA! At Ned.

“Told you! And when I finally find a girlfriend I’m gonna be the best boyfriend.” He made a cocky grin at Ned that let him know he won the fight. Your ears were ringing, did he just say? He couldn't have. No way he’s that dumb.

You slap your palms on the table and narrow your eyes at him, “What do you mean find a girlfriend?”

“Oh! You know, when I finally have a chick that’s into me.” He shrugged, so casual. Did he think you were just playing around?

“When you have a chick, into you.” You repeated the words slower and watched him nod his head and take a sip of chocolate milk.

MJ hid her snort under a cough, you turned to look at her, silently saying ‘is he for real right now?’ and MJ gave a look back that said ‘oh i think he is.’

You kissed your teeth, “and tell me Peter, how the fuck would you know when a girl is into you?”

His eyes widened for a second, “Uh, I dunno. I think if she likes me she’ll make it known.”

You laughed dryly, “Or she can make it known and you’re just totally oblivious.”

Peter thought for a moment and hummed, “No, I think I’d know.”

You looked at MJ with a wide mouth.

“Okay. Fuck this, I’m out.” You grabbed your backpack off the table and stomped out the cafetera doors.

“Did I say something to make her mad?” Peter missed the look MJ and Ned shared.

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Peter couldn’t help but feel guilty, he didn’t know what he did but he’s almost sure he made you upset. And he would normally never interfere with Spider-Man but he’s the one that saw you tossing pebbles and crushed cans at a brick wall down an alleyway. So he had to make sure you were okay, just doing his civilian duties.

“Fucking stupid, oblivious, what does he want me to do? Fucking show up at his house naked?” You mumbled to yourself and kicked a cardboard box, sending it into the side of a dumpster.

You heard something drop behind you, spinning to the sound you were met with the masked vigilante seen across the city. You had never seen him in person, not even a glimpse when you were walking around. You were starting to believe he was a figment of people's imagination.

You narrowed your eyes, you didn’t know or care why he was there.

“Fuck off, Spider-Man.” You turned to throw another rock at the wall and watch it bounce off, just like all your attempts with Peter. That frustrating prick.

“Bad day?”

He didn’t leave and he just brought a shit storm apun himself.

You spun to face him again, “You have no idea.”

“Tell me about it.” Maybe you would slip why you were pissed at lunch.

You looked him up and down and tapped a finger on your chin, “Do you take hits?”

“Like punches? I mean I try-”

You cut him off, “No. I mean if I tell you to beat someone up would you do it?”

Peter’s eyes widened in the mask, but then collected himself.

“Maybe, it depends why you want them beaten up.”

“Because he deserves pain.” You threw another rock.

“Who’s he?” Peter had a feeling it was himself.

You groaned and rubbed at your eyes, you paused to think of the story and decided to tell the whole thing to make sense.

“Are you like a therapist or something?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like patient doctor confidentiality. I can tell you anything and no one knows?”

Peter thought to himself, he had never viewed himself that way but he sees how some may think of him like that. Just a random guy to dump their shit unto.

“Sure, yeah. I won’t go screaming from the rooftops about your bad day with ‘he’.” He used air quotes around the ‘he’ and smiled when he made you laugh.

“Alright, cool.” You nodded and paused after rubbing the bridge of your nose, then finally looking into the white masked eyes of Spider-Man.

“You brought this on yourself. Okay look, I’m new here right? Moved here from Manhattan, and got into this, like, super smart kid school.” You watched the masked face nod.

“And I met this girl on my first day and she’s super cool and she tells me she’s gonna introduce me to her friends, and I was super excited to make friends, right?” You watched him to make sure he was listening, “And sorry for the next part, if you’re like a thirty year old guy just understand I am a horny teenager and you were once me, okay? Okay.”

“So I met her friends, Ned and Peter. And let me tell you, Peter? Wow! Look, I’ll level with you. I’ve liked dudes before, maybe even kissed a few, who’s to know?” Peter froze for a moment, did you just hint at what he thinks?

“But, Peter? I have literally never wanted to hump someone's face until I saw him.”

Peter coughed then cleared his throat, his cheeks felt on fire.

He knows you’ve always said things to him, he knows it was flirty but he didn’t realize you were being serious, cause he was him, and you were you. Peter never had that aha moment where he realized you were in fact flirting and did like him like that. He now wants to curl in shame because of the way he’s blown you off for so long, he doesn’t know why he thought you were always playing around with him, especially now. Because you only ever told Peter, you wanted Peter.

Peter feels really dumb right now watching a girl he never thought he could pull, in distress because he is in fact, not pulling her.

“I don’t know how to explain it but I felt so pulled to him, I hadn’t known him for twelve seconds and I wanted to know everything about him, you know? And I’ve tried everything, man. I don’t know how much more clear I can get, I mean I flirt with him all the time. Like, all the time. I literally told him I wanted to make out with him at the movies and he was just like… But can I get some of that slushie? I wanted to kill him and then myself.”

You noticed the wide eyes on the mask but held up a hand to continue.

“And today! My god I really thought he got it, get this, the fucker,” You exclaimed the fucker. “This fucker looks at me, dead in the eye and says ‘I’d be a good boyfriend right?’ and I was like ‘Oh my god, yes. You are literally perfection, look at you. So handsome, such baby, I will die if I don’t kiss you.’ And he goes, and I cannot make this shit up, ‘when I finally find a girlfriend I’ll be the best boyfriend.’” You mocked his voice, well not Peter’s, but a general man's voice.

“Oh.” The first response you’ve heard from him yet.

You laughed bitterly. “Oh, I’m not even at the part that made me fly off the wall.”

Peter knows what you’re talking about.

“At this point I just thought he was his normal little dumb self but when he said that? Game over. So I said, ‘how the fuck would you know when a girl is into you?’ just like that too, and he goes,” You paused to laugh again and shake your head, “‘I think if she likes me she’ll make it known.’ How fucking disconnected is he from reality? I wonder what it would be like to be in his head, really. Just a fuckton of open space huh? Anyways, I just told him that maybe she is making it known and he’s just not paying attention and he goes, ‘hmm, nope. I’d think I know.’ I couldn’t take it and just walked out.”

You finished up your rant, “So, in conclusion. Fuck Peter Parker, but also, I want to fuck Peter Parker. It’s hard being 17.”

For the first time Spider-Man was speechless. He didn’t know how to navigate this because he wanted to take your side but also didn’t want to throw Peter under the bus. When he noticed you were waiting for a response he let out a ‘Wow.’

“Well, wow.” He was still trying to find words.

“I know right? I told you, you brought this on yourself.” You sat against the brick wall and pulled a quarter from your pocket running it across your knuckles. Spider-Man moved to sit next to you.

“I know you say you’ve been forward but maybe he thinks you’re joking, or maybe he didn’t see it like that because he thought you wouldn’t like him like that.”

“Babes, you have no idea how much I like him like that.”

“Right. I mean, maybe give it another shot, you never know.” He shrugged his shoulders, who knows? Peter may even ask for a date next time you talk.

“Oh, you think I’m giving up?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “No way, if anything this makes him even more attractive. Who doesn’t like a good chase? I will tell you my next method was just popping up at his place like, you, me, lets fuck, right here, right now.”

“Chasing is only fun if you catch them in the end. And I doubt this Peter kid would ever give into that method, you’d scare the shit out of him.” You sighed and thought about it. “You’re right, he would respect me too much. It’s gross how much I love that.” You watched the quarter roll across your middle knuckle and held it tightly.

You leaned a cheek against the hero’s shoulder.

“Don’t beat up Peter Parker. He’s a sweet boy, just a little unaware.”

“Although, if he doesn’t wake up to smell the bacon next time we talk I’m sending you a smoke signal and his address and I won’t let you leave until I see blood.”

Peter let out a big laugh, “Deal.”

You stood up and brushed off your butt then reached a hand out to help Spider-Man up.

“Thanks for talking me off the ledge. Here’s a tip.” You tossed the quarter in your hand towards the red glove.

Peter nodded and gave a two finger salute, “Just doing my job ma'am, I am the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man after all. I’ll look around for you, I hope I get a Peter update soon.”

You smiled at the hero once more.

“Me too.”

You watched as he took off and started to walk home, not even twenty minutes later a text came through.

hey, sorry if i made you upset at lunch today.

It's fine, I'm sure you’ll make it up to me.

yeah, i’ll show you how sorry i can be.

And hell if your breath didn’t hitch. Did he just flirt with you? There is no way in God’s green earth did he just send a text like that not knowing how you’d take it. Did he finally wake up and smell the roses? Did the behavior at lunch kick in a thinking cell?

Either way, you couldn’t wait for school tomorrow.

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Walking in the doors you rubbed the palm of your hand over your cold nose, the temperature was slowly reminding you summer was over and the nips of frost and changing leaf colors proved it. You were excited for fall and winter, you would have friends to go to a halloween party with, maybe even get to wear a couples costume with Peter if it worked out for you. You would trickle into thanksgiving and then have a whole season for cookies, movies and snow fights. A part of you couldn’t help but think about Peter's eyes sparkling in the christmas lights.

Peter’s head darted up at you the second you walked through the door, his teeth nibbling his bottom lip. He wasn’t sure what to say, or if he should say anything. Does he wait for you to say something? Does he walk up and ask you on a date?

Either way you were about to walk past him, you looked preoccupied, in your own world. You were nibbling on your thumb nail, lost in your thoughts about Peter, and the weather, and Peter, and snow, and carving pumpkins with Peter, and the way leaves would crunch under your feet, and then floated to central park and walking hand in hand with Peter, and kissing Peter under a tree, or maybe he’d take you to rockefeller plaza and ask you to be his girlfriend there, and you just know in your heart Peter would always give you extra whipped cream on your hot chocolate.

You were so lost in thinking about Peter you didn’t see Peter.

Not until he jumped in front of you.

“Hey!” He smiled and it made your eyes go hazy.

“Peter.” You let out dreamily, still stuck in daydreams where he was yours.

“Whatcha thinking about?” His grin gave away he knew, but you know he didn’t.

“Would you give me extra whipped cream on hot chocolate?”

“Oh yeah. I’d even throw in some mini marshmallows and a cinnamon stick. Or do you like peppermint more?”

You fawned at his response, he was so gentle it warmed you.

“Would you carve pumpkins with me?” You looked at his locker.

“Why not? Seems fun.” He tapped his fist against your shoulder.

“I would need your help, cause I’m good at getting the guts out but the actual carving part hurts my hand because I have to use so much force. So I could draw a design and you could cut it for me, cause you're way stronger than me.”

“Why are you good at getting the guts out?” He poked a finger at your elbow to get your attention back on his face.

You bit your bottom lip and changed topics.

“Have you ever walked through central park?”

I mean, if Peter thinks about it he’s spent a fair amount of time there, but he’s not roaming around. He’s swinging around or stopping crime or running after someone, so he guesses not. He’s never walked through the park and enjoyed it, he thinks he did it a few times as a kid but he can’t remember the last time he went.

“As a kid, I haven’t been in a while.”

“I think it would be really pretty to walk through it when the leaves all change.”

“I love the feeling of the leaves crunching under my feet.”

“Me too! As a kid I used to build leaf forts and just roll around for hours.” You smiled brightly at the shared feeling.

“We could go sometime, just say when. We could even get the group together.” He winked playfully but dropped the grin when he saw the disappointment flash in your eyes when he added the friends part. You didn’t want a group trip, you wanted a Peter trip.

“Or it could be just a you and me thing, I think I could use some one on one time with you.” Peter retracted his earlier statement. Your eyes lit up at his suggestion, “really? You do?”

“Yeah, of course. I love talking to you.” He smiled and watched you bite your bottom lip as you stared at his.

“Anything fun happen yesterday? I didn’t see you after lunch.” Was he possibly hinting at you talking about him to him? Yes.

“Uh,” You trailed and thought about telling him, scared if you said too much he’d ask details.

“You know, I started to believe Spider-Man was a mass hallucination, turns out he’s a real guy. Kinda cool.”

Peter raised his eyebrows, “You suddenly came to that belief yesterday?”

“Well I mean, you know. He was like, there. And was like, hey.” You gave a general response and shrugged your shoulders.

“He was just there and said hey?” He slowly repeated the words back.

“Hey! He promised he wouldn’t talk about what we discussed and I will promise the same. We had a nice conversation about someone close to me and he gave me a little pep talk.” You defended your stance.

“Like patient doctor confidentiality?” He was having a little fun here.

“Exactly! It was true alleyway therapy. I even gave him a quarter for his troubles.” You crossed your arms and grinned, it was funny how good you felt after talking to him yesterday. Maybe exploding emotions on a third party stranger was good.

“Sounds like you have a crush on Spidey.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “If he was here right now, and heard that coming from your mouth? He would have a fucking field day, I promise you that.”

Peter raised his eyebrows in coyness.

“From me? Sounds like he knows something, was I maybe the close person you had a conversation about?”

Your cheeks felt warm, you were on the spot. You always hinted at your crush on Peter but you were kind of pussy to outright say it so you hoped he would catch on and ask you out. But now you didn’t know how to react, you had said too much and backed yourself into a corner.

You opened your mouth to play off a response when the bell for first period rang out, you let out a breath of relief and smiled at Peter.

“Saved by the bell.”

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You were begging Spider-Man was out, looking around where he had dropped down yesterday.

Things have progressed with Peter and you promised him an update, it was just about keeping him in the loop. It had nothing to do with getting to fantasize and romanticize you and Peter’s interactions.

Jumping in excitement you saw him standing on the corner of the same building you were hiding behind yesterday, hands on his hips with his head turned the opposite way.

“Spider-Man!” You whisper shouted.

“Hey! Spidey!” You raised your tone some.

“Yo! Spider-boy!” You picked up a pebble and threw it up the building.

Getting his attention the hero looked behind him then pointed at himself with a thumb, “me?” You rolled your eyes, “yes, you. C’mere.” Watching him jump down and land in a squatted pose you couldn’t help but think about how fucked up your ankles would’ve been if you tried it.

“Peter update, bitch. I don’t have another quarter on me, so this will have to be on the house.”

“I kept it.” He handed it back to you and you thought about how if Peter did that you would be putty in your shoes.

“I think he was flirting with me. I think. I don’t know, he’s so coy. I love him.” You sighed and held a hand to your heart.

“And I am so sadistic, I’m using him as a pawn in my sick games. I’m asking him questions that I’ve already answered in my head about him and when he gives me a response it’s better than I imagined.”

“Maybe he was flirting, or trying. Something tells me you make him nervous.”

“Am I intimidating? I don’t want him scared of me, I want to mash my parts with his.” You pouted and thought if you were making him uncomfortable.

“First, gross.” (Not really, he also wants to mash parts.)

“Second, I don’t think you’re intimidating. I just think you are much more forward than him.”

“Oh no. Is that a problem? Do I keep doing what I am, or should I let him do this? Am I over stepping? I’ve never had a boyfriend, is he supposed to pursue me? Have I done everything backwards? Oh god.” You covered your face with your hands and missed Peter's eyes growing wide and his panicked arm movements.

“No, no, no, no. You’re fine, you’re good. It’s good. You can make the first move, totally okay. I just meant you’re expecting him to ask you out any second and I think you need to make it more noticeable rather than joking.”

“Ew! Gross! I will not walk up to that man and tell him I wanna smooch.”

“Oh, C’mon! You basically already have!”

“Nope. Not happening. You’ve helped me make up my mind, I will wait for Peter Parker to make the next move.” You tossed the quarter back to him, “Don’t worry. You’ll see me again.”

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“Woah, wait.” MJ stopped in her tracks and spoke her next words carefully.

“You told Spider-Man about your crush on Peter?” Her voice was smooth and quick, MJ almost felt panicked for you, because you didn’t know what you just did.

“Yeah?” You didn’t get the big deal, not like Spider-Man knew who Peter was anyways.

“What did he say?” MJ was pulling at the thread.

“That I should be more clear, or less intimidating, or something.”

“He said you were intimidating?” MJ narrowed her eyes.

“Well kind of, when I said that he kind of back tracked but-”

MJ cut you off when he locked eyes with Peter coming down the hall towards you, he tilted his head in question, he knew that look and he wasn’t sure why he deserved it. She grabbed Peter’s forearm and tugged him next to her, your eyes went wide. You didn’t need to understand why MJ decided to bring Peter into this conversation, you just needed to end it.

“Peter, do you think Y/N is intimidating?”

His eyes saw your subtle head shake at her, an unvocal way of telling her to shut the fuck up.

“Uh, no. Not at all. Why?”

MJ waited for you to talk but you stayed silent, you would definitely spill if you tried to navigate the conversation.

“Because, the Queens nightly hero thinks she is.” Her tone was bitter, who knew MJ was this defensive over you.

“He said I was too forward, MJ. Drop it.” You pleaded to get out of this alive.

“Too forward, imagine that, Peter. Imagine confiding in someone about a crush and they say you’re too forward.”

You felt your knees hit your ankles, Peter would connect the dots. You told him you had a conversation and MJ just admitted it was about a crush.

You started to dryly laugh, not allowing Peter a chance to answer that.

“Not a crush! Nope! Don’t know where you got that theory.” You darted your eyes around looking for an escape.

“No?” Peter questioned you.

“You know MJ, she lives in her own world. Never said anything about having a crush on someone, definitely not you.”

Peter had to play into this, your turn to squirm.

“Who said I thought you had a crush on me?”

Your heart couldn’t beat any louder than it was at the moment.

“No one did.” You flashed a nervous smile.

“No, I think you just did.”

You breathed heavily out your nose and looked harshly at MJ like ‘wtf? Why did you do this?’

“I just didn’t want you to think I have a crush on you.”

Peter pouted, “Why not? I think it would be cute.”

It was your turn to sputter.

“Cute? It would be cute? Cute how? Cute, that's adorable or cute, let's date?”

You didn’t miss MJ’s look of ‘wow. Subtle much?’

“Depends. Do you have a crush on me?”

“Do you think I have a crush on you?”

Peter hummed and pretended to think.

“Sometimes.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Only sometimes?”

“I’m confused. Do you want me to think you have a crush on me or not?”

MJ raised her hands and slowly started to back away.

“Depends. How would you react?” You cautioned.

“Probably how you want me to react.”

“And how do I want you to react?”

Peter smiled and leaned in close, you held your breath for a moment. Was he about to kiss you? Is that how you want him to react? Yes.

“You tell me.”

Then he straightened himself and winked as he walked away.

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Peter just had to wait for an opening, not that you would take long to give him one. You couldn’t keep it in, it was second nature at this point.

If there was any way he could ask you out casually then you needed to make it a bit clear, as much as you said you wanted it he couldn’t imagine the flip of “he doesn’t notice anything” to “hey, wanna go out?”

Peter was trying to set himself up for one of your comments and you tried your best to keep a poker face but when he said that? Game over.

“I think I have a shot, she totally likes me.”

Was he talking about you? He better be, because if you were walking into his house for the regular Friday movie night and he was talking about another girl you would actually lose it. You had just got there, still waiting for MJ and Ned to show up when he greeted you with his words.

“Who likes you?”

“Kendra! During math she was holding up her highlighters trying to match one to my shirt. It’s pretty obvious right?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. You can’t be serious.”

“I am! I told you if someone liked me they would make it obvious, and I’m pretty sure she did.”

“Oh fuck you Peter! You’re the actual worst, I sit here all fucking day saying things to you, about literally wanting to be all over you and a girl with a fucking highlighter collection is booted to top of the list?”

“I mean, what am I? Chopped liver? I have been pining after you for months, and all it took was a highlighter? Do you know I wear that green sweater all the time because you said you liked it once, or that I follow you around like a puppy? How about when I flirt with you, or do you even know I’m flirting with you?”

Peter had a shit eating grin that made you even more upset.

“Why are you so happy right now, you’re really pissing me off.”

Peter stalked towards you until you were backed up into the wall, with nowhere to go you felt his chest brush yours, his arms caging you against the wall, your head between both of his hands.

Save for the position, you were excited. This was going to be a new daydream scenario, he had you pinned to the wall. The only way out was through him.

He leant in close, if you just pushed yourself up you could have his lips on yours.

“Because, you finally admitted it.”

You narrowed your gaze at him.

“What is that supp-”

He cut you off.

With his mouth.

On yours.

No matter how many times you dreamed about this exact moment nothing could match the real thing. His lips were soft, his hand cupped your jaw to bring you closer to him. His body leaned in so he was flush against yours, you felt every curve and divot of him blend into yours. You grabbed at the waist of his shirt, begging for him not to leave his position of being on your mouth.

Instead he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, the feather touch of his tongue on your lower lip sent your head into a spiral, the boy you had been obsessing and pining over the past few months was moving with your movements, you gasped into his mouth and he squeezed a hip with his hand and you in turn pressed your hips into his.

He pulled away and placed a kiss to your jaw, then neck.

“Was that the reaction you wanted?”

Your eyes stayed closed but you nodded, scared if you opened them the illusion would disappear.

“I kissed you with my heart and soul baby girl, can’t a guy get a response?”

You whimpered at the pet name.

Then a knock at the door, the curtain dropped. The other friends were here and it would go back to pretend this didn’t happen for a few hours. The front door was being opened from the outside, you had your head turned to the right to watch it open. Peter still had you pressed into the wall, he placed an arm out to hold the door shut.

“I’m not done yet.”

He leant in for another one, and another.

And another.

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“I was beginning to think you forgot about me.”

You did promise Spider-Man an update, but it’s been a busy few months. Christmas was just around the corner and Peter and you have been busy. Between dates and seasonal activities you haven’t had a moment to track down the hero and catch him up to date.

First it was Halloween and you did get your couples costume. (and he helped you carve your pumpkin.)

Then it was Thanksgiving. (and he walked through central park with you.)

And recently you’ve both been busy with present shopping and baking. (and he gives you hot chocolate with extra, extra whipped cream.)

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been too busy being a girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

You squealed. “Yes! He totally set me up and I was all like, ‘How do you not know I like you?’ and BAM! He just started kissing me, I was seeing fucking stars.”

“Peter Parker finally smelled the bacon, huh?”

“Yeah. He’s really awesome. I know we were friends before but it’s gotten so much better now he’s my boyfriend, I don’t even know how to describe it. I think it’s because everything I feel for him is reciprocated times ten by him.”

“I think it’s because you love him.”

“Or because we’re mashing parts.”

You laughed at his reaction.

“Gross.” (Not gross. He fucking loves mashing parts.)

“But yeah, I think it’s mostly because we love each other.”

“I’m happy for you, I’m glad I can stop looking for smoke signals now.”

You grinned at the hero and had to fight back the urge for a hug.

“Thanks, if it makes you feel better if I knew who you were under the mask I’d buy you dinner.”

Sirens blaring broke the reunion.

“It’s alright. I have a feeling you’ll know soon.”

“Hm, sure. Have a goodnight, Spidey. I’ll see you around.”

“You too, Y/N.”

Then he swung off, it left a grin on your face.

Until.

‘How did he know my name?’

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #peter parker oneshot #peter parker fic #peter parker #peter parker mcu #my writing

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cottonlemonade · 4 months

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Hello, may I please get a ramune and soke dorayaki from menu B for tendou

Please, and thank you

🫱💴

Here, meney

How You Met

word count: 997 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: rival!Tendou x chubby!Reader (feat. Semi and Ushijima as wingmen)

genre: fluff, rivals to lovers

warnings: mentions of having a nosebleed?

request: fluffy, detention with rival Tendou, as manager

Tendou loved riling people up. To him, volleyball was as much about psychological warfare as it was about physical abilities and he particularly enjoyed testing out a new person’s limits. So when the local university’s volleyball team announced that they brought their newly appointed manager, he was delighted to have a fresh study subject. Did he think you were cute? Absolutely. Being quite a bit shorter than him, as well as plump and squishy looking, he immediately focused his attention on you and tested how much teasing it would take to get you to snap at him. He was a simple boy that way. What he didn’t expect, however, was a bloody nose and being shoved into an empty classroom with you.

“You can’t just give me detention! He started it! And I don’t even go to this school!”, you called through the closed door but no one answered.

“Yeah, old Washijo has quite the trigger finger.”, Tendou shrugged, slumping on his chair and leaning his head back to stop the bleeding.

“You pack quite the punch, little plum.”

“Don’t call me that unless you want me to have another go at that nose.”, you grumbled, slumping down on a chair two desks away from him. He just laughed and sighed. It really hadn’t taken long for him to be completely in love.

“So, is that guy your boyfriend?”

“Huh?”

“That guy I talked about that made you sucker punch me.”

“That was hardly a sucker punch.”

Tendou tensed a little that you avoided the question but he kept poking further.

“Then… That big beefy guy with the babyface - you aren’t together?”

You looked at him, arms crossed.

“No. We’re friends. - And I’m protective of my friends.”

“Yeah I could tell.” He stretched his face and removed the whatted up piece of tissue from his nose, tipping back his chair on its hind legs.

It seemed you were quite hellbent on ignoring him until the 30 minute timeout was over. Meanwhile, the red haired boy studied you openly, finding more things he liked about you with every minute. Like the way you scrunched your nose in annoyance when you noticed him staring.

“What?”, you barked.

“Nothing. Ever considered dating someone younger than you? I’m perfectly legal, organic and grass-fed.”

“Organic and grass-fed…? Do you want me to eat you?”, you frowned confused.

“We can start with a normal date and see where the night takes us.”, he said with a wink.

After that you pretended he was air until the captain of the varsity team came to collect you.

“Uuuuugh!”, Tendou repeatedly bonked his head against the table at lunch the next day. His friends regarded him with questioning looks.

“Grass-fed! What was I thinking?”, he lamented with a muffled voice.

“Yeah, what were you thinking?”, Semi asked with a raised brow.

“I don’t know! My brain just… stopped working. I couldn’t control what I was saying.” The middle blocker turned his head to the side, looking up at his friends, cheek still smooshed against the table.

“So, you can’t flirt. You’ll get better and the next girl might not even punch you.”, Semi said encouragingly but Tendou pouted.

“But I don’t want another girl. I want this one.”, he sat up, eying Semi who just lifted a spoonful of soup to his mouth but stopped.

“What?”

“How do you get girls to go out with you, Semi-Semi? You dress horribly and it really can’t be your personality.”

Semi ignored the slight and just raised a hand to gesture at his face.

“Does it all for me.”

“Ugh.” Tendou dropped back onto the table.

“May I make a suggestion?”, Ushijima offered, setting down his water bottle.

“Sure.”

“Like with many things in life you could draw inspiration from nature. So I suggest, you do it like animals.”

Goshiki choked on a piece of tofu and Semi let out a scandalized, “Ushijima-san!”, patting the first-year next to him on his back.

Tendou straightened again and raised a hand, “Wait, let’s hear the man out. - Proceed.”

“A lot of animals bring gifts to their potential mates such as rocks or even food as courtship. You don’t have to bring her rocks unless she finds them fascinating but food seems like a reasonable start.”

“See, it was nothing weird. Dirty mind, you!”, Tendou teased and Semi put a hand to his chin in thought.

“As crazy as he sounds, that is actually a good idea.”, the setter agreed.

One week later when the varsity team came for another training match, Tendou waited for you by the entrance of the gym, rolling back and forth on his heels in nervousness.

You scowled when you saw him.

“Can I talk to you for a moment, y/n-chan?”

“I don’t remember ever offering you to drop formalities.”

“Alright, little plum-san. Do you have a minute?”

You sighed and nodded to the captain who led the team into the gym, leaving you behind.

After taking a deep breath he brought his hands out in front of him and presented you with a box of chocolates.

“They’re not poisoned.”, he said.

“Well that’s reassuring.”, you carefully took the box into your hand and opened the lid.

They looked a bit crooked like they had been a factory mishap.

“I made them.”, Tendou added and your eyes widened. Okay, so far so good. He just had to stick to the script he and his friends came up with.

“I’m sorry for last week. I’ll make sure not to annoy your players verbally anymore. Or insinuate that one of them looks like a third grader in the body of an accountant. But… I really did mean it when I asked you out. I think you’re really pretty and”, he chuckled and brushed the tip of his nose, “really strong.”

You considered him for a moment, then looked down at the chocolates again. It must have taken him hours to make those.

“Fine. One coffee.”

a/n: the way you wrote your request made me laugh xD thank you so much! I hope you liked it - this one got a bit wild 🫠

#sunnys school lunches #tendou x chubby reader #tendou x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #tendo x reader #tendo x chubby reader #hq tendo #haikyuu tendo #tendou fluff #hq tendou #haikyuu tendou #tendou satori #tendo satori #haikyuu x curvy reader

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munsonsmixtapes · 4 months

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Hello! I'd love to read more about shy eddie x extraverted reader 🩷

I'm so curious how Eddie's friends react to them being boyfriend girlfriend. I get a feeling they tried to be wingmen/wingwomen for them more than once 😅

Would Eddie be shy around them or more like showing off his girlfriend?

Of course! I love this pairing!

Eddie had been a little hesitant to officially introduce you as his girlfriend to the grouping he had never had one before, but you reassured him. And they weren’t surprised in the slightest when you both showed up the Robin’s hand in hand. In fact, they had a bet going to see how long it was going to take the two of you to get together. As soon as you two walked through the door, everyone was handing cash over to Steve who knew both of you so well that he knew it was going to be while before anything happened. And right he was.

Now that you were together, Eddie was more than happy to introduce you as his girlfriend even to people who already knew you were together. He was just so happy that he finally had you that he felt the need to brag any chance he got. You were so beautiful and smart. Why wouldn’t he have wanted to show you off? He was just so shocked that he had been able to pull you that he felt like he deserved bragging rights.

“Everyone,” he said once you had gotten everyone’s attention. “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend,” he smiled proudly at you and everyone rolled their eyes.

“Yeah, Eds,” Steve nodded. “W’ve met. We’re her friends too, remember?”

“Yeah, but did you miss the part where I said that she was my girlfriend?”

“Congrats, bud,” Steve clapped him on the back. “But the both of you were so obvious that we knew she would be eventually.” Eddie had no idea that he had been so obvious. He had thought he had hidden it, but apparently not since everyone had bet on it.

“Well, I’m not a dingus like Steve,” Robin piped up. “I’m very happy for you guys,” she smiled.

You honestly found the whole thing to be amusing. The fact that everyone had bet on your relationship and also didn’t seem to be phased by the fact that the two of you were together. While Eddie slumped into the couch, you sat on his lap, still laughing about the whole thing.

“Cheer up, Eds,” you lightly pat his cheek. “You can tell me that I’m your girlfriend and I’ll always be happy.”

“Good, because you’re my girlfriend,” he replied with a smile before pulling you in for a kiss.

“Get a room!” Mike called out and you just turned to Eddie with a smirk. You then stood from the couch and took Eddie with you before making a beeline for the stairs.

“Gladly,” you told Mike and both you and Eddie headed up the stairs to get a room just like Mike had suggested.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #shy!eddie munson #extroverted!reader #shy!eddie x extroverted!reader

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buckrecs · 2 years

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do you know any bucky stories with alpine in them.!

Alpine

masterlist | req masterlist

WE NEED ALPINE ON THE MCU

Love In Four Acts by @buckybarnesowl

You’re a nurse living in Brooklyn. You’ve got a crush on your next door neighbour who doesn’t seem to know you exist. One day his cat finds its way into your apartment, forcing you both to finally meet. That’s when you learn that he’s James Buchanan Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier. Well, there goes your chances. Or maybe getting close to a superhero isn’t as far-fetched as it sounds.

That Darn Cat by @lillywillow

When a white cat enters your life, she decides to adopt you as her secondary human.

Cat Dad of the Year by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky comes home from a mission, only to be greeted by Alpine. But chaos ensues when he lets her rub her little face all over his dirty boots.

Fur Baby by @buckyalpine

Bucky has a furry little secret.

Not A Fan by @buckyalpine

Alpine is not a fan.

Completely by @rassvetsky

Being one of the few people Bucky Barnes trusted meant having to babysit Alpine when he's away. Luckily for you, Alpine was one hell of a listener and you were sure she got that from her dad.

Bittersweet by @rassvetsky

When it's just you, Bucky & Alpine in the Barnes residence; time seems to stop, only allowing for heartfelt confessions and kisses to be exchanged.

Meditation by @myfirstnameisagent

Bucky, Alpine & You by @marvelettesassemblenow

You didn’t realize that getting in a relationship with Bucky meant getting in one with his cat too.

Alpine by @coffeecatsandcandles

Bucky rescues a stray cat and brings her home.

You’re My Bucky by @subwaysurf45

after a breakdown, Bucky finally asks a question that’s been eating away at him for months.

Love has Four Paws and a Heartbeat by @rookthorne

A shame, really, that he had thought that you had listened, and you wouldn’t make a big deal of it; he was so wrong, and he would be better off for being so, for when a paw touched your heart, it would never leave.

The Matchmaker by @buckysknifecollection

Alpine hates every single date Bucky brings home. He likes you though...

Alpine for You by @tuiccim

Bucky was on a mission. Not for the Avengers or Steve, but to find you the perfect kitten.

Headcanon by @angrythingstarlight

Chubby Bucky and Alpine.

Cat-Napped by @holylulusworld

A cat cat-naps your rat.

meet-cute by @dirtychocolatechai

Bucky and vet!reader.

Little Kitten by @phantomspiderr

Bucky comes home to an adorable surprise

upstairs by @onceuponastory

Bucky Barnes is constantly annoyed by his cat Alpine going to visit his upstairs neighbour for treats. That is however, until Bucky meets his new upstairs neighbour Y/N. Who Bucky definitely isn’t in love with. Not at all. Turns out that a 106 year old man might know more about love than he first thought. And that cats can make excellent wingmen.

navillera by @sgt-seabass

Bucky returns home after a mission, ready to spend time with his two favourite people, you and Alpine.

Cat Dad by @plussizefantasia

Your boyfriend is being held captive and you're the only one who can save him.

the white cat by @lizzie-is-here

a late night stop at the animal shelter, a truck, and a dinner date

Alpine by @eviesaurusrex

YN walks into their kitchen, ready to start baking Bucky’s favorite cupcakes, only for a white little intruder to thwart her plan.

Rooted In Love | Love In Bloom by @jobean12-blog

You and Bucky run into each other (literally) while plant shopping.

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes series #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes fluff #alpine #bucky barnes oneshot #chubby!bucky

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dollieguts1010 · 5 months

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I can request for some Hoppy Hopscotch x KickinChicken headcanons, please?

Of course, here you go you beautiful queen!!

HOPKICK HEADCANONS

• They're both very competitive at sports (Hoppy always ends up winning tho)

• They've known each other for 6 years and met when they were 6 years old

• Kickin has been in love with Hoppy for 5 years now and Hoppy has been in love with Kickin for 4 years now

• Hoppy will NEVER admit that she's in love with Kickin to her friends

• When Kickin was 7-9 years old, he thought he just had a small crush on Hoppy but when he turned 10 years old, he realize his feeling for her was so much more than and when that happened...OH MAN! DID IT HIT HIM LIKE A TRUCK.

• They're both pansexual

• Kickin is completely smitten, infatuated, and HEAD OVER HEELS for this little green bunny

• Kickin is the biggest simp imaginable

(Dogday comes at 2nd place however when it comes to who's the biggest simp Kickin wins every time)

• Kickin likes to play with Hoppy ears for funsies

• Hoppy likes to mess with Kickin's hair to annoy him

• Kickin will often call Hoppy hot nonchalantly in front of their friends

• They'll call/texts/facetime each other for at least 3 hours a day

• How they text each other:

Kickin: Yo Hops!

Hoppy: Hey KC! Wassup bro?

Kickin: Check this out!

*insert curse video/picture*

Hoppy: LMAO WTF IS THAT BRO?! 😭💀

Kickin: IDK LOL FJFEBYGE💀💀 1!1!11!!1

• Hoppy will often help Kickin babysit his baby sister CeeCee whenever his parents go out

• Kickin is always trying his best to take Hoppy to the Moon (he promised himself he would take her to the Moon)

• Hoppy has a great relationship with Charlotte and Randy (Kickin's parents) and sees her as a nice, fun, energetic girl who would be a good girlfriend for Kickin

• Kickin has a great relationship with Holly and Henry (Hoppy's parents) and sees him as a nice, wild, adventurous, and carefree boy who would be a good boyfriend for Hoppy

• Kickin is pretty intimidated by Hoppy's father (he's 6'6, buff, and is a boxer)

• Randy loves teasing Kickin because he knows that he's in love with Hoppy

Imagine something like this:

*Randy is walking outside only to notice that Kickin is admiring Hoppy from the distance*

Randy: Hey buddy, whatcha doing? Are you checking out your.... GIRLFRIEND!!!!

Kickin: *immediately gets flustered and angry* "DAD! C'MON WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!"

• Kickin tries to help Hoppy with her anger issues (breathing lessons, stress toys, etc..) and Hoppy tries to help out Kickin with his insecurities

• Kickin sometimes will ask Hoppy questions about her ADHD so that way he can understand it a bit better

• Bobby, Picky, and Crafty ships those two SO HARD. Like- they'll write fanfics, draw fanart, and they'll giggle and squeal from the distance every time they see Hoppy and Kickin do something cute

• One time Hoppy walked in on Bobby writing a Hoppy x Kickin fanfiction with a bunch of fanart scattered all over the floor. Let's just say the tension between those two for the rest of the day was.... awkward

• The girls be having literal competition to see who can draw the best Hopkick ship art (spoiler alert. It's always Crafty)

• Dogday and Bobby often set up Hoppy and Kickin on blind dates multiple times

• Dogday, Bubba and Catnap are Kickin's wingmen when he tries to ask Hoppy out on a date

Bobby: Soo.. are you two dating?

Kickin and Hoppy: WE'RE NOT DATING!!

*proceeds to make out 2.5 seconds later*

• Kickin likes to collect cool looking rocks and give them to Hoppy as a gift. He also likes to pick wildflowers and make a bouquet out of them as gifts

• Hoppy likes to make homemade trinkets and give them to Kickin

• Kickin likes to make shell necklaces and bracelets for Hoppy

• Kickin loves to tease Hoppy for being the shortest in the group (even though he's the shortest boy in the group 💀)

• They often have playful banter together

(not like anything weird just two kids playfully making fun of each other)

• They like to go around the neighborhood and Ding Dong Ditch strangers

• They like to prank call random numbers

• After Kickin found out that Hoppy loves spicy food he started constantly buy her spicy food and giving it to her as a gift

• They like playing videogames together (it's a 50/50 percent that Hoppy or Kickin will win)

• One time Kickin accidentally broke Hoppy's leg while playing soccer and had to rush to the ER (she didn't talk to him for 2 weeks after that incident)

• Whenever Kickin visited Hoppy at the hospital, he would bring her flowers and heartfelt written cards and he would be profusely apologizing to her (sometimes he would actually cry while apologizing)

• Kickin HATED himself for WEEKS after the "Leg incident"

(he would cry himself to sleep every night during those weeks) (bro was just a mess)

• Sometimes he would offer Hoppy some of his gum

• Their favorite activity to do together is bothering Bubba while he's trying to work on something or reading

• He thinks that Hoppy is the prettiest girl in the group (he thinks all the girls are very pretty however, he thinks that Hoppy is the prettiest)

• Same thing for Hoppy, she thinks that Kickin is the cutest boy in the group (she thinks all of boys are pretty cute however, she just thinks Kickin is the cutest)

• They like to playful wrestle each other and armwrestle (Hoppy always beats him)

Kickin: You look pretty...

Hoppy: Wait, what did you just say?

Kickin: AH! I SAID YOU LOOK SHITTY!! GOOD BYE!!! *runs off*

(I can see him doing this)

• Anytime Bobby asks if Hoppy will ever date Kickin, she'll scoff and just say "Oh please! Like I would ever date that dork!!" (she would date that dork)

• Every time Kickin smells peppermint, he immediately think of Hoppy and Every time Hoppy smells ylang-ylang, she immediately think of Kickin

• This is what pretty much went down after they kissed for the first time: *the boys chilling at Dogday's clubhouse except Kickin*

Kickin: *slam DD's door open* *huff* *huff* GUYS!!!

Bubba: Hey Kickin, you already? Why you coming up here huffing and puffing like that? What happened?

Kickin: I-I kissed Hoppy...

Bubba: Are you serious?

Kickin: Yeah, I'm serious dude...

Bubba: Woah.... I owe Bobby and Dogday so much money now..

•Hoppy's and Kickin's relationship/dynamic = same person but the opposite gender/the two dumbasses that are in love

• They love going to the beach together

• They'll often listen to Toy-Box together

• Their favorite TV show to watch together is Invaders Zim

• Kickin taught Hoppy how to surf

• Kickin likes giving Hoppy piggyback rides and Hoppy likes carrying Kickin bridal style

• They have matching bracelets

• Hoppy CANNOT eat fried chicken in front of Kickin because every time she does, he'll just stare at her with betrayal in his eyes

• Whenever Bubba found out Hoppy is love with Kickin, he was beyond shock, stunned, and flabbergasted because who in the right mind would deal with Kickin's crap!? (Hoppy would)

• One time the Smiling Critters were all playing Truth or Dare and it was Kickin's turn

Dogday: Okay Kickin, truth or dare?

Kickin: Hmm..I pick dare!

Dogday: *softly chuckles* Okay then...I dare you to say "I love you" to Hop-

Kickin: I FUCKING LOVE YOU HOPSCOTCH!!!!

...

Dogday: Uhhh...okay then who's next?

• Kickin has a secret sketchbook that he keeps under his mattress that is just COVERED in doodles of Hoppy with tiny pink and red hearts all over the pages

• During the winter time if Kickin sees that Hoppy isn't wearing a jacket or scarf, he'll take off his jacket or scarf and put it on her without hesitation

• Kickin gets really embarrassed when he clucks mid laughing in front of Hoppy but she thinks it's really funny and cute

• Kickin thinks it's really funny and kinda cute whenever Hoppy stomps her foot when she's angry

• Kickin finds that weirdly attractive when Hoppy holds her plays with her ears

• One time Kickin tried to build a wooden rocket so he could take Hoppy to the Moon but it fell apart. He was so upset with himself and started crying because, he thought he failed her but she promised him that she wasn't upset with him at all and was actually very proud and impressed that he did all that just for her. He may not have been able to take her to the Moon, but he did create a beautiful memory for her

(this is based off that one really cute SC comic)

• OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! OKAY HEAR ME OUT ON THIS I JUST HAVE THE CUTEST HEADCANON EVER!!

IMAGINE THIS.

It's a dark, chilly, night and Hoppy and Kickin are cuddling on top of a grassy hill while admiring the Moon and stars

Hoppy: Wow, I love stargazing with you..the Moon is just so *sigh* beautiful...

Kickin: Heh! Yeah it sure is...

*Looks at Hoppy for a quick second*

Kickin: But it's not nearly as beautiful as you...

Hoppy: *looks at him, blushes, and looks back at the Moon*

me while writing this headcanon:

• During molting season Kickin gets very insecure due to the his lack of feathers and thinks he's ugly and that Hoppy won't like him anymore because he's "ugly" now. But she'll always tell him that she doesn't care what he looks like and still loves him while cuddling him and giving him soft kisses all over his face

• Hoppy is the only one who's allowed to see Kickin during molting season

• When the girls found out that Hoppy is in love with Kickin, they started loudly squealing and giggling like a bunch of 7 years old little girls and Bobby started screaming "I KNEW IT!" "I KNEW IT!" "I KNEW IT!" "I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!!" "IT IS TRUE!!! " "YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!!!" then Picky and Crafty join in as well "I'M TOTALLY FREAKING OUT!!" "THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!"

• Kickin will often go to Bobby for dating advice

• They love gossiping together

• Hoppy will just randomly invite herself to Kickin's house and spend the night there

• They'll often protect each other from mean older kids

• Hoppy likes it when Kickin treats her injuries from either from playing in the field too roughly or protecting someone from some mean kids

• Kickin is not afraid to get into a physical or verbal fight for Hoppy

• Every time Hoppy wears Lipstick or Lip gloss, she'll leave hundreds of little kissy marks all over Kickin's face

• Whenever Kickin kisses Hoppy, he likes to make a loud MWAH sound (it doesn't matter where he's kissing her. cheeks, forehead, lips, hands, etc...)

• They're constantly making each other laugh with dark and dirty jokes

• The Smiling Critters constantly "joke" about how Kickin and Hoppy should date

• They have the most immature humor of the group, like- if they here's something that sounds slightly perverted they'll look at each other really quick and start laughing their ass off

• When Kickin is alone he'll make a yellow chicken peep and a green bunny peep kiss and pretend that it's him and Hoppy kissing

• Kickin will practice kissing by using a pillow that has a picture of Hoppy on it

• Kickin will practice flirting by talking to himself in the mirror pretending that it's Hoppy

• Kickin is a good cook meanwhile Hoppy SUCKS at cooking so, he'll give advice and cooking lessons

• Sometimes Kickin will make Hoppy her favorite snack when she's having a bad day

• Hoppy likes to grab Kickin by his necklace and give him a big ol' kiss on the cheek to startle him which causes him to lose some feathers and he'll just look at her then have the biggest smile on his face and he'll start laughing while being red as a strawberry

(did you know chickens lose their feathers when they're shocked or startled?)

• Kickin admirers Hoppy while she's skating and Hoppy admirers Kickin while he's surfing

• Kickin may or may not be constantly fantasizing about his wedding day with Hoppy

• If Hoppy and Kickin ever got married their honeymoon would be going to the moon

• Whenever Hoppy gives Kickin flowers he'll act all cool and nonchalant about it, meanwhile he's screaming and crying of happiness on the inside

• Kickin tries his best to comfort Hoppy when she's at her lowest (Hoppy does the same for him)

• They love watching the fireworks together

• Every time Kickin sees Hoppy in a pretty outfit he nearly faints Example:

Hoppy: All right, Kicks whatcha think?

*insert Hoppy in a pretty dress*

Kickin: .....

Hoppy: Uhhh, KC? You okay buddy?

Kickin: Oh.. god... * falls and faints*

Hoppy: OH CRAP! KICKIN!!!

• Kickin will help out Hoppy with her exercises

• They to explorer abandoned building

• Kickin is constantly breaking or chipping his star pendant and Hoppy is constantly fixing it for him

• Kickin written a song that was inspired and dedicated to Hoppy and he named it "Hopscotch"

wow a song named after a girl.. how original Kickin

• Kickin may act all cool and confident around the group but as soon as Hoppy is around him, that "cool and confident" act is completely gone. He starts acting nervous, stuttering over his words, his face becomes red, starts getting sweaty, and getting chicken skin WHILE BEING A LITERAL CHICKEN. Hoppy obviously notices this and tries to help him but IT ONLY MAKES IT 10 TIMES WORSE.

• They'll roast each other for about 25-30 minutes straight while the others are just watching and enjoying it in the background (they're affectionately roasting each other)

• They're constantly getting into all kinds of trouble

• Kickin SUCKS at flirting like- he'll walk up to Hoppy all cool and confident and some crap like "Hey Hopscotch, you dropped something.. my jaw " or "Did you sit on some sugar? Cuz you got a pretty sweet ass" and she'll just look at him, chuckle, roll her eyes, and walk away (it's so bad that it somehow works)

• Every time Hoppy flirts with Kickin, he turns into a complete PATHETIC LITTLE LOSER. His face will turn bright red like a strawberry, he'll laugh sheepishly while looking away, he'll start sweating, stuttering over his words, and just becomes a complete HOT MESS

• Kickin is Hoppy's personal cheerleader

• Whenever they have a movie night, Kickin likes to make a makeshift nest made out of pillows and blankets so him and Hoppy can cuddle

• Every time Kickin puts his arm around Hoppy, he acts all cool and confident but mentally he's freaking out

• They both have agreed that Catnap is super creepy

• They'll often have dance and singing battles

• They like reading comic books together

Hoppy: Is Kickin here?

Kickin: *whispers* Oh crap...

Bubba: Umm.. You know what-

Kickin: *crashes out of the window*

Bubba: He just left.

Hoppy: Really?

Bubba: Yeah...

Kickin: *comes back to the window grabs his star pendant then dips again*

Bubba: Sorry..

• When Hoppy finally told Kickin that she's in love with him, he got nervous, didn't know what to say, and just blurted out in the heat of the moment "Dude no way, that's so rad!!"

(they started dating shortly after)

• They were around 14 years old when they started dating

• Whenever everyone found out they started dating they all were pretty supportive of their relationship...except for Henry..

(it took some convincing but eventually he was okay with it)

• Hoppy calls Kickin "Kicks/KC" "Starlight"/"Superstar/Stardust" "Chicky-Poo" "Babe/Baby" "Hottie" "Cutie" "Dork" "Dummy/Dum-Dum"

• Kickin calls Hoppy "Hops"/"Hopscotch" "Bunny" "Hunny-Bunny" "Bun-Bun" "Hottie" "Cutie" "Babe/Baby" "Suga' Muffin"

• When the girls found out that Kickin and Hoppy are dating they FREAKED OUT. They started full-blown screaming, squealing, crying of happiness, and started asking a bunch of questions

"WHEN DID Y'ALL START DATING?!" "WHAT TYPE OF CUTE PET NAMES TO CALL EACH OTHER?!?" "WHAT ARE YOUR DATES LIKE!?!" "HAVE Y'ALL KISSED YET!?" "WHEN IS HE GOING TO PROPOSE!?!!?" "WHEN'S THE WEDDING!!?" "WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE CHILDREN!!??!" Meanwhile Hoppy is like "GIRLS CHILL OUT! ME AND HIM JUST STARTED DATING!!"

(they practically blew her ears while asking are these questions)

• When the boys found out that Kickin and Hoppy are dating they were pretty chill about it

"Hey guys, guess what!" "What is it Kickin?" "Me and Hoppy are dating!" "Really?...That's cool" "Oh, good for you Kickin" Annnnnd there's Dogday... "WAIT WHAT?!??!" "ARE YOU SERIOUS!!?!" "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!!" "PLEASE TELL ME YOUR SERIOUS!!" "I'M TOTALLY FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW!!!" "THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!" "THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!" "I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!"

Dogday has basically been a Hopkick shipper since the very beginning... alongside the ladies of course..

Bubba: Seriously! what do you see in that guy?!

Hoppy: He makes me laugh

• Sometimes Hoppy will grab Kickin's hand and run with him while yelling "MY BOYFRIEND IS SO MUCH HOTTER AND BETTER THAN YOURS!!!" and Kickin would just be laughing with the biggest grin on his face

• Kickin feels like he doesn't deserve such a fun, cool, and pretty girl like Hoppy. He think she deserves so much better than him

• He'll sometimes have nightmares about Hoppy leaving him for a different person

• MINI STORYTIME!! (with a sweet ending)

One time at a sleepover, Kickin was having a horrible nightmare about Hoppy leaving him for someone else and when he confronted her about it, she just flat out told him "I never loved you" and "I just felt sorry for you". He couldn't believe what he was hearing. what he was seeing. It felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest and stomped on right in front of him. he was just hoping this was just one bad dream. he was about to cry. he wanted to scream. he just wanted to wake up. then suddenly..

Kickin: *GASP*

He finally woke up from that dreaded nightmare... His heart was beating faster than Hoppy after drinking 10 energy drinks. He looked at the clock, It said 2:50 am.. then he looked around the dark room to see his friends peacefully sleeping then he looked at Hoppy who peacefully sleeping her worries away. He wanted to wake her up and cry to her but he would feel like such a jerk if he did so, he tried going back to sleep... but he couldn't no matter how hard he tried.. he just couldn't. So he just laid there in the dark, trying not to cry, and just thinking to himself "what just happened?" He couldn't help it anymore. He just started quietly crying to himself. Then suddenly he heard Hoppy waking up

Hoppy: *yawns* Kickin? What are you doing up so early? It almost 3:00 in the morni-*soft gasp*

She looked at Kickin, who's clearly been crying for almost 5 minutes now

Hoppy: Kicks, are you okay? Why are you crying buddy?

Kickin: Oh! Hey Hops.. sorry if I woke ya up...

Hoppy: No, you didn't but that doesn't matter. What matters is why are you cryin-

Kickin: You love me right?

Hoppy: W-What?

Kickin: You don't feel sorry for me and you're not going to leave me for someone else right?

Hoppy: Where are you getting all of this?

Kickin: I had a nightmare about you leaving me for someone else..

Hoppy: Oh babe.. *hugs him* don't let some silly nightmare get to you.. I love you

She said as she was fixing his hair

Kickin: Really? You do?

Hoppy: I really do, I love you to the Moon and back *mwah*

Kickin: I love you too suga' muffin.. *yawns*

Hoppy: You still tired?

Kickin: Yeah..

Hoppy: You wanna cuddle?

Kickin: Yeah, that would be nice..

They lay down, cuddled, and embrace each other's warmth until they fell asleep...but little bit they know Bobby was awake the entire time and silently squealing and was secretly recording the entire conversation while silently giggling to herself

(This is my first time ever writing a mini story so PLEASE go easy on me)

That's all for now!

*I will add more later*

🚫THE ART ABOVE IS NOT MINE!🚫

I'm finally done! I'm so sorry this took so long to write Val but I hope you like it! :D

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #kickinchicken #hoppy hopscotch #hoppy hopscotch x kickinchicken #kickinchicken x hoppy hopscotch #hopkick #smiling critters headcanons #kicken x hoppy nation rise 🦅🦅🦅🗣️🗣️#ask dollie #shootingstar

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cocogrrrl · 1 year

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can you write a fic of kyle taking care of a s/o with a cold. also love your writing so much!

- anon

sick days

when you tell your boyfriend, kyle, to not help your and your flu out, he happily disregards that.

kyle broflovski x gn!reader (references the wingmen, but isnt important overall i was just feeling silly) cws: being sick, being naked in a non sexual context, implied over working and hyper independence i think ?, also i think kyles become ooc at the end :( wc: 1954

an: not my proudest work but i mixed in a bunch of personal experience so it has heart definitely (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

You coddled up in your apartment, all weak and sickly. What you thought was just a light sneeze turned about to be so much worse.

It all started about the other day, Sunday night. You found your nose stuffy before you went to bed, but you didn’t much mind it. You were certain that it was just some glitch your body was having and, after some rest, you’d be alright.

How funny of you to think of that—because you didn’t end up feeling better the next day. In fact, you only got worse.

You still went to work despite your condition, for as much as you despised going to work, it still was important to you in spite of everything. I mean, it’s you are the only one who controls the future, and not going to work might mess up the rest of your life. While it is somewhat unrealistic and even negative to think of your work and life that way, it gets the job done.

Unfortunately for you, you only started to get worse that very day. Not only was your nose wholly blocked, but your body felt weaker, and your head hurt like hell.

“YN, are you okay?” Your best friend, Wendy asked.

You two were out on a dinner date. She was a mutual friend of yours and your boyfriend, Kyle. You met her during college, and she accidentally set you two up while on a date with her boyfriend (and Kyle’s best friend), Stan.

She had a very worried look on her face. “You’re all pale and stuff.”

“I’m fine,” you sighed, words nasal because of your cold.

“Are you sure? I think I have some antihistamines. It’ll help you feel better.” She pouted, rubbing circles into your back.

“Yeah, don’t sweat it. I’ll be fine. Thanks.”

You prayed to whatever god there was that you’d get better, but it seemed like they had other plans because if they wanted to help you, you definitely wouldn’t be lying in your bed right now—barely able to stand up because of your spinning head.

Now, it was the day after your dinner with Wendy. You were rotting in your bed at 9 AM. There was no way you were going to show up at work at this point, so you called in sick leave.

Despite your state, you luckily were able to reheat some food, so you could eat something, anything, and drink some decongestants and paracetamol to help your nose, head, and sores clear up.

The medicine will kick in later, though. For now, you had to deal with the congested feeling all the way from your chest to your head and the burning pain in your body. You swore the world shook for the time you were sick. You were slumped over your bed, body sore and unable to move more. The worst part about all this is that you couldn’t even sleep through your suffering.

You sighed, checking your phone to distract yourself for now. Something had caught you off guard, though—a few messages from Kyle.

boyfie kyle heyy are you okay?? i haven’t heard from you since yesterday

You felt guilty all of a sudden. You hadn’t seen him at all since you last hung out with him at his place last week. You haven’t told him you were sick, and you two planned to go out tomorrow. How could you be so forgetful?

You i could be doing better i’m pretty sure the cold i had the other day just mutated into the flu 😟

boyfie kyle wait i think stan mentioned that wendy told him she was worried about you being sick yesterday oh my god i’m so sorry

You huh why?

boyfie kyle i didn’t know you were sick so i couldn’t come and help you :(

You kylee it’s not your fault :<< i didnt really have the opportunity to tell you both of us were busy the past few days besides, i dont want you coming here to take care of me !! you might get sick as well i don’t want you to get sick and miss out on work :(

boyfie kyle wahhhh thank you lovee but that’s not stopping me 😇

You kyle nO you’re smarter than that >:///

You don’t receive a reply, even minutes after you sent your message. You assumed that he probably went back to paying attention to his work—which is what he should’ve been doing rather than worrying about you. Despite that, you were worried that he’d come later to take care of you.

It’s not like you didn’t want him to come. You really, really did. It’s just that you didn’t want to get him infected or overwhelmed with the task of taking care of you. Sure, you two have been together for some time now, about a little over a year, but you did still feel like you shouldn’t burden as wonderful as him. That would be selfish.

And then eventually, though, to your delight, you dozed off sooner than you thought.

————— ୨୧ —————

You ended up waking up to the tune of your door being knocked on. You checked the time. It was around 6 PM. Seemed like you slept the whole day. Not your best, but perhaps needed. Who was it at your door? You didn’t order anything in particular. Perhaps it was just someone who had the wrong address, or maybe your neighbor finally decided to return your mop.

Whoever it was, you put a mask on and shuffled all the way from your room to the door. Lo and behold, it was Kyle. He had a basket containing, what you could only assume, medicine, cooling and heating pads, tissues, and groceries.

You raised a brow at him, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to spend time with Kyle, you really didn’t want to be responsible for giving Kyle the flu and missing out on work.

You let out a huff. “Kyle, I told you to no-”

“I know, I know. You told me not to come, but I can’t just leave you alone.” He sighed, holding out the basket for you. “I’ll be alright, even if I get sick as well—cause then you can take care of me.” He snickered.

You found yourself laughing alongside him, lightly punching him on the arm as you rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you busy with work or something?” You asked, opening the door wider for him to enter.

You definitely tried playing it cool, not seeming desperate for him, but you knew you wanted him. You knew you wanted him right beside you to comfort you and whatnot.

“I mean, I kind of always am, but I’m more than willing to make time for you.” he chuckled. “Now, do you think you can set the table? I’ll cook dinner.” He said, setting down the groceries he brought on the countertop.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Totally.” You smiled, quickly bringing out some utensils and plates and then setting them on your table. “Do you need help with anything else?”

“Go set some background noise, then take a seat. I’ll handle the food.” He hummed.

It seems like he knew you a bit too well. He knew how obsessed you were with being occupied, how you always busied yourself up to make yourself believe you were productive. Even something as menial as setting music has you all happy to be able to do something than lie around. Perhaps it was best you were knocked out the whole day since you definitely would’ve spent the day loathing yourself for missing out on your job had you been awake.

You nodded and grabbed a CD of an album you two loved, slotting it in the player and hitting play. You took a seat by the table after, scrolling through your phone to distract yourself.

“Have you seen a doctor yet?” He asked, heating up a pot you had lying around as he threw in some herbs.

“Not yet. I was asleep from, like, 12 PM until you were knocking at the door.”

“Oh, well, do you want me to bring you tomorrow? I’m pretty sure I can get off work early tomorrow since I don’t have much to do.”

“No, it’s fine. I think I can do it myself.”

“Alright. I’ll visit you again tomorrow. Most likely the same time.”

“Huh, you miss me that much, then?” You teased, raising a brow—though he wouldn’t see it since his back was turned to you as he readied the food.

However, he suddenly turned to face you with a smug grin on his face. “Clearly, you don’t know me; I miss you all the time.”

You felt your heart rise at his comment. You shook it off, continuing the conversation with him.

You two stirred idle discussion, not pegging many interesting things. Interesting wasn’t important to either of you two, though. You two felt happy and warm that mundane things, like small talk and washing the dishes, could and often did become special moments for you.

Dinner was served, and conversations were made as music played in the back. Other than the freshly cooked soup he gave you, another warm feeling started to boil up inside you.

Gratefulness, it was. You were grateful that Kyle was happy to take care of you. You were grateful because he sacrificed his work and time, a part of himself for you. Although, it’s understandable why you believed you would’ve been perfectly fine being left to your own devices. You were grateful for the fact that he tried at all. Call you the bare minimum, but you were just lucky to have him at all.

Kyle ended up clearing the table and dishes, but he did instruct you to run a bath—he was going to help you wash up. You felt a little guilty that he was doing so much for you, even if he was doing it out of love. You brushed it aside, though. This was something he wanted to do. You’re not responsible for it.

You stripped down naked, hopping into the tub. If you had to be honest, you felt embarrassed being seen like this. It wasn’t the first time he’s seen you without clothes, far from it, but it felt embarrassing for the reason that you were here because you needed help since your body was still very sore.

“I’m not hopping in with you, by the way,” he joked, rolling up his sleeves as he lathered up your shampoo and massaged it into your scalp.

“Mhmmmm,” you hummed, indulging yourself in the feeling of his hand gently kneading your scalp.

It’s like time stopped for, when a brief moment, your soaped-up self met eyes with Kyle. Eyes lingered on each other, both confessing how deeply enamored they were with each other—showing how desperately they wanted to hold each other that moment.

Kyle leaned in for a split second, wiping off the shampoo on your forehead before planting a kiss on it. You were quick to stop him from going any further, though, moving your body away from him.

“You might get sick!”

“It’s okay if I get sick! Let me kiss youuu.” He whined, voice throaty as he gently pulled you closer by the chin. To which you shifted your body further away from him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” you giggled. “I care if you get sick, so no.”

“YN, at this rate, I probably have the flu in my system already.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“Well, let’s still be safe, okay?” You gave him a smile, grabbing your showerhead to rinse your hair now.

“I guess you’re right.” He rolled his eyes, giggling at you as he helped you wash up.

#cocogrrrl's writing #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x you #kyle x reader

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babygirllinds · 1 year

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slimav headcannons? i love the babygirl and himbo combo and we truly need more of them 🧸💞 <3<3

omg, hi!!! I’m truly an Icemav girly, but how could you not love Slimav? The size difference alone makes me go feral 🫠 so onto babygirl and himbo HCs!

Mav is truly babygirl in the relationship as everyone says. He’s just so small and cute and Slider wants to do everything he can to protect him. Enter guard dog/himbo boyfriend Sli. He is perfectly fine just letting Mav be a reckless lil shit while he goes and enables him, but is willing to throw down with anyone to get Mav out of trouble.

In Slider’s eyes, Mav can do no wrong.

Slider originally thought Mav was very attractive when they first met, but he saw how Mav affected Ice and immediately backed off. He didn’t want to pursue anything if that meant his best friend was going to give him shit the whole time. So he just sat back and let the rivalry fuel a nice banter between the two.

Which he ended up enjoying tremendously. He liked the way Mav could snap back with equally good comebacks and quips. It keeps them both on their toes and gives them something to look forward to.

After the Layton mission, Slider couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore — hence the way he picks him up like a rag doll and shakes him around after Ice declares them wingmen.

The way Mav is so light (despite being all muscle) in his arms makes the feral part of his brain react. He likes that Mav is small. He just wants to wrap him up and take him away from everything that brings him pain.

When they get together, Mav starts to find out how much of a teddy bear Slider is. He’s warm and constantly has to be touching Mav, which Mav enjoys because he is immensely touch-starved. Slider is also so soft when it’s just them; whispering the sweetest things and caressing Mav’s face while holding eye-contact.

The way Slider’s voice gets all soft has Maverick melting and he’s always finding a way to nudge himself into Slider’s arms and get him talking.

Despite Slider being all sweet with Mav in private, he has to maintain his alpha-male status so he acts all cool and smug in public. He’ll still throw an arm around Mav’s shoulders and pull him close, but instead of cute words being whispered in Mav’s ear, they’re bickering back and forth about something one of the guys brought up.

It never starts an actual fight between them and instead leaves them with built-up passion/aggression for when they get home and into bed 👀

Mav likes to cook for Slider and Slider always appreciates it. He always does the dishes afterwards to make up for the effort Mav took.

When Mav puts a plate in front of him, Slider always says, “This looks amazing babygirl. My own little housewife.” And Mav always blushes bright red because he’s not a girl and he’s not his wife, but the way Slider says it lights a fire in him.

Mav is the little spoon in the relationship, but sometimes Slider just needs to be held in turn and he’ll lay his head on Mav’s chest and blanket his body with his own. He likes the steady rhythm of Mav’s heartbeat because it reminds him that they’re there and safe while Mav scratches whatever part of Slider’s back he can reach and plays with his hair.

Mav actually really enjoys this position because Slider is a nice and comforting weight on his chest and it makes his head delightfully empty and brings him down to earth when he’s thinking too much.

Slider is the furnace in the relationship. Mav’s hands and feet are always cold and he’s constantly shoving them onto Slider’s warm body to heat himself up. Mav always claims he’s never cold, but Slider knows better and makes sure to always bring an extra hoodie for him when they go out or will open in his arms silently for Mav to step into while in the middle of a conversation just because he sees Mav fidgeting off to the side.

What Slider doesn’t know is that Mav deliberately doesn’t bring extra layers because he prefers Slider’s own body heat and just being close to him.

They both really enjoy the way each other smells. Mav’s comment of, “you stink,” was just a way to get under Slider’s skin because he truly enjoys the way the smell of sweat sticks to his skin after a strenuous activity. It always mixes with Slider’s natural woodsy scent and Mav likes to bury his nose into Slider’s chest and just sniff.

Slider can practically smell the leather of Mav’s jacket on his skin after it’s been off for hours and always picks up scents of oil or the way a jet engine smells. It’s almost as if jet fuel was in his blood. It’s enticing and something so Mav.

I have some nsfw HCs too, if y’all want to see them, but these are my more sfw and domestic HCs :)))

#Slimav #slimav hcs #Slimav headcannons #Headcannons #top gun headcanons #top gun headcannons #Slimav headcanons #Headcanons #slider #maverick #slider x maverick #Sli x mav #Asks #pete Mitchell x Ron kerner #Pete maverick Mitchell x Ron slider kerner #ron slider kerner #ron kerner #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell

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hanni-simp · 2 years

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“Ice?”

Three weeks into teaching together, Mav had finally asked the other man out. For a while they’d been going steady, but today had skipped out on their date. No text, no call, nothing. Mav had been completely ghosted.

It stung, sure, but he was more worried than angry. Ice wasn’t like that, he used to think he was, but that was before they were wingmen. Before Ice let him in. If Ice was ghosting him it was for one of two reasons.

First, he wasn’t okay. Something bad happened to him.

Or second, the far more likely option, Maverick had fucked things up. Which, to be fair, never comes as a surprise. Although usually he knows what he’s done, the shock of failure has been overused, leaving only a few dull pangs.

So there he is, standing in the doorway ready to grovel. And nothing happens.

Ice always answers his door, just in case. Even if he’s angry he always answers. Worry, formerly pushed aside, shoots into focus. Without giving himself the time to think, he opens the door with the key under the mat, stumbling into the house. “Ice?”

The lights are off. But Ice’s car is there.

He makes his way through the hallway, peeking into each room. “Ice? Ice!” He’s fine. He can handle himself. If anything happened he’d know what to do. He always knows what to do.

“Who’s that?”

Maverick stops. Frozen in his tracks. Ice is there, he’s alive, he follows the sound to his boyfriend’s room where realization hits. He’s lying in bed, shivering, with a blanket pulled up to his chin. After a second he looks at Mav, but his eyes are glazed, seeing but unfocused. Confusion furrows his brow.

“What’re you doing here?”

Not bothering to answer, Mav sits beside him in bed, putting the back of his hand on Ice’s forehead. “You’re hot.”

Ice lets out a few weak chuckles, “Thought I was ice-cold.” Maverick does his best not to look stupidly fond, only failing slightly. If it doesn’t get better by tomorrow, he’s taking Ice to a hospital, but for today he sits on the other side of the bed, running his hands through his boyfriend’s hair.

“Mav?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

That’s a new one. He thinks about saying something along the lines of ‘what the fuck please mean that’ but decides to use that when Ice isn’t delirious.

Instead, he says, “I love you, too.” And he proves it by staying.

#top gun #icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #I love them

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zack-shalashaska · 2 years

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I’m rating zack ships since my boyfriend rated Derek ships lol

Zack x terry 5/10 they are not alone buddy tho they do flirt also you can’t tell me zack wasn’t grieving after terry death thinking it was his fault since he pressed the button

Zack x sylvana 0/10 he cheated and she has a fetish they aren’t working ever again

Zack x Derek 10/10 I love them there tension and Derek was the one who made zack change and get through his head that Michael is just using him, they can push each other buttons and know how to keep each other calm also Zack just loves making Derek scared even tho he can’t do it right lol also Zack was so grieving over Derek death too

Zack x Michael 1/10 Michael just see Zack as a pet also there relationship would be abusive tho I hc them married in s6 lol

Zack x Elizabeth 6/10 they are best friends like he is her wingmen when Elizabeth see a cute woman at the store and want to talk to her they have fucked and she tops him every time

Zack x Eric 5/10 buff malewife x sub doctor werewolf they are cute but Eric would probably not like him bc what happened with Zack and sylvana in canon tho in fannon if they were together zack would so be Eric hype men during wrestling cheering him on and Eric would love to touch zack tail

Zack x garte 8/10 garte would flirt with Zack and those two would so cosplay Disney together tho they would so fight over Derek

Zack x Aaron 7/10 Zack would use it as a fuck you to Derek and Aaron would so rant to Zack about his trauma during there therapy session just since Aaron will feel comfortable talking with Zack also Aaron reminded Zack of Derek

Zack x zianna 0/10 Zack would never do to garte yeah I said garte not sylvana he could give less of a fuck about sylvana he doesn��t even want to bring her up also zianna not his type she more Elizabeth type Zack would help Elizabeth get with her lol

Zack x Rachel 1/10 he will try to steal Derek from her and he probably would tell Michael to kill her in s6 he probably also would be behind her death, he just hates her he literally had a tone of hatred when asking Derek if Rachel made him soft the man was jealous

#Zack ships #aphmau #aphblr #aphmau zack #zack shalashaska #aphmau derek #aphmau rachel #aphmau garte #aphmau michael #aphmau terry #aphmau sylvana #aphmau elizabeth #aphmau zianna

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discyours · 1 year

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Why do men seem to have some sort of universal respect, some brotherhood, maybe we could call that class intergrity (i can even see most legitimately bond over misogyny) and when it comes to women there’s usually so much animosity, competition, just lack of some sort of fundamental sisterhood that men seem to have and even if its found in some groups usually the moment there’s a boyfriend involved everything about that vanishes

We're socialised to see each other as competition, that's all it really comes down to. I imagine it might have something to do with men traditionally taking on a much more active role in pursuing relationships (and women obviously being taught that ending up as some guy's wife is the ultimate source of happiness). Men need tips, tricks, wingmen. Women can't traditionally do much other than sit there, look pretty and hope he doesn't pick your friend instead of you.

That's just speculation and I'm exhausted right now so it might be complete bullshit. But those traditional roles definitely still seem to affect us, if you look at how common it is for women vs men turn on their friends out of fear that they're trying to "steal" their partner (which is ironic because most women I know hate their friends' boyfriends, and most men would happily fuck their friends' girlfriends if the "bro code" didn't forbid it).

It's tragic because women have far more of an actual need for class solidarity. We have to protect ourselves from men. Men like to claim that prostitution is the oldest profession but how old do you figure midwifery is? A profession for women to help other women by passing on knowledge about how our bodies work. Something men have failed to imitate successfully even after centuries of trying. Look at the cohesion women find among themselves on parenting forums (because 90% of the time they're the ones doing all the work). We have the need, we have the foundation, our socialisation just tells us to reject it in favour of distrust.

#anon

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officialtokyosan · 2 years

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i just realized i never really compiled lore about my phoenix. i gotta put it all in one place

he’s from a big crime family and ran away as a teenager because he didn’t want to follow the family tradition and he frequently moves around hoping they don’t track him down and assassinate him or something. he’s got such a great attitude about it!

dirt broke, he often roomed with many other roommates in the same financial situation. he once roomied with cipher at one time during the 80′s. they dumpster dived together sometimes. sometimes they ran out the back window when the cops came to evict them with nothing but the clothes on their back

he’s got a great personality but his memory is terrible, which made it hard for him to keep a job. very bad with names.

he never knew or could remember cipher’s name, so every time he addressed him he would call him by a different name

when he and cipher parted ways, he said he would find him so he can invite him to his wedding someday. and he did! how did he track him down after all these years!? maybe he just wandered the globe going around to every person he could meet and ask “have seen a grumpy tired guy, about yay tall?” cipher was happy to see him

he’s such a friendly guy, nothing ever bothers him, he could make friends with anyone. he’s always smiling and finds happiness anywhere

he talks a lot about anything and everything and sometimes says things that are wisely profound and inspiring. also, what color looks best on a car?

he likes to draw, do oragami, and he likes hot wheels. which explains his livery XD

his scar is from cipher who threw something at him by accident. and he doesnt remember how he got it

he doesnt mind anyone kissing his scar

he can make a leaf and a blade grass sing. he can whistle, snap his fingers, basically any trick a human body can achieve

he’s like 1/16 of every ethnicity

he wants to own a ranch and have many spouses

he could be compared to a divine being when he flies. the name, Phoenix, suits him. as a human, he can’t ascend higher than he already is because there’s nothing more perfect than a flawed human being.

his callsign in ac1 was his first name, Eel, because his position was Phoenix 1. he changed his callsign to Phoenix when his position became Scarface 1, because he thinks the name sounds spunky!

he can be called Fi (フィ) for short

as a Phoenix, he can share the same presence in the sky as the Demon Lord. as in, people who recognize the Demon Lord can see Phoenix as the Demon Lord instead of Phoenix himself. (when that happens, phoenix just says “i dunno, i just felt possessed! hahaha!”)

he gave slash a hotwheel the same model of his car since slash is a car guy

slash is his boyfriend and edge is his girlfriend

when he could finally live comfortably after his big mercenary payout in ac1, he spent his money pursuing the hobby of racing (he’s the driver in ridge racer), which makes him broke again and sheepishly accept his next job in ac2.

he likes to play with his hotwheel sets inbetween missions, he kept launching them into the wall and made holes in it

he passed out after completing the last mission in ac2 because he was hungry. he hit the floor the second he stepped off that ladder XD for a second, people thought he died on the spot.

even though he’s just a goofy, do-whatever guy, he was strangely highly revered after his service. he retired young, commute-married his wingmen, and survived ulysses like a champ.

he wrote letters to slash after he went missing before the events of ac04

if trigger failed to destroy hugin and munin, osea would have hired phoenix, which would have made them so broke that they would lose all influence over usea

if the intercorporate war broke out, he would save the day once again. and would also find it a little weird that he had to fight the same ai. even though it’s been over 20 years, he's still the same guy with his upbeat attitude! with his hair grayer and a face with wrinkles

#ace combat posting #phoenix #hes a chad and im starting to realize i made this insanely charming personality based on how his voice sound XD #i love his voice!!

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m1ckeyb3rry · 29 days

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SHINAH SO REAL bring my man back….

I’m ngl I fully forgot Lorenzo existed errrrr but yeah there’s the purple eye rep..!! Wait you know what kinda confuses me is Nanase’s aura….his name means rainbow so I was assuming it’d be rainbow but it’s some sort of blueish white? Maybe it’s a reference to how when all the colors come together they make white but anyways….considering his name they could’ve made his eye color a little more interesting but whatever I guess

I’ll be waiting LMAO just thinking of the ideas makes me want more beach day esque side quest shenanigans between the characters!!

Hoping this last match helps boost their rankings a lot because just looking at it right now the rankings do NOT seem accurate LOL

FIC INFLATION REAL my perception of length has been so thrown off these past months

LMAOOO imagine 60k kiyora fic /j quite literally would be carrying the entire tag on your blog HAHA

Imagine you did convert to gagamaruism though that would lowk be really funny

HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED omg…ok but I get it some edits are fire and are way too good at converting….lowk I think a tabieita edit was what pushed me into tabieitaism….it’s ok you got cleansed by other edits you’re in the clear for now o7 ok but wait drop the edits?? If you still have them saved LOL

FRRR WAIT STOP THE OTOYA IDEA IS FIRE??? Otoya getting trained into a gentleman and y/n becoming a heartbreaker bitch LOLL Its funny because we keep discussing ideas for people being wingmen for other characters LMAOOO atp it should just be the wingmen series

Also BAROUUUUUUU>>>>>> ok his little moments where he’s eating or has his hair down doing some sort of wind down/cool down routine>>>> if u20 Barou doesn’t get a glow up the Ubers match one fs will….but manifesting s2 glow up for Barou!!!

- Karasu anon

shinah…hak…kija…bring my boyfriends back to me 😭 honestly the author of yona of the dawn ATE w the character designs!! like even though all of the dragons were a certain color they still felt interesting?? maybe it’s the eyes like kija + zeno i think having the blue, shinah’s being absolutely gorgeous, and jaeha’s being purple iirc

LMAOAAO lorenzo is always in the back of my mind bro is such a phenomenon…for some reason i pictured him having brown hair and brownish reddish eyes?? and i haven’t seen many colorings of him so ig i never realized he has my fav color palette 😓 maybe it’s time for me to convert to loreonzoism /j also i didn’t know that abt nanase!! that’s def annoying that they made him knockoff isagi when there was the potential for smth cool 😭

hopefully after the nel arc we will get more downtime and fun ☝🏻 and next req should be up shortly!! like within the next three hours i think 😏

i’ve done it to myself too tbh 😭 consistently writing 100-200k word fics has made me view anything less than 100k as short…like unless it breaks 100k i won’t even consider it a true long fic!! i need to write smth that massive for bllk though 😵‍💫 hollyhock might make it but that one will be slow going because it’s a lot of external work to write 😩 peregrine i don’t think is going to be that long though 😓 i think if i do undertake a rlly long fic like that it’ll have to be for one of my absolute favs (so nagi karasu barou) or else i won’t have the motivation to finish it

HAHAHAA bfb kiyora’s version fr except he doesn’t have any sisters…i’m trying to think of what trope i want for him 🤔 i have some vague ideas but we’ll see what sticks!! i’m actually more worried abt karasu FJDKKS i’ve written sm for him that coming up with something different might be a struggle…what if i pick zantetsu for that req instead /hj

YUP IT WAS HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED!! although technically reo mikage would’ve fit in the censor too LMAOAOA but yk i’d never censor reo…only an itoshi bro could get that reaction from me 😫 and yes i saved all of the ones that cleansed me hold on i’ll post them here

barou edit

otoya + aiku edit

nagi edit 1 and nagi edit 2

third nagi edit that i just thought was really funny

not the edit i was referring to in that post because i didn’t save that BUT the edit of rin that made me post abt bllk on tumblr for the first time and get convinced to watch it by my mutual

the amt of saved edits i have is crazy 😭 mostly karasu and nagi ones but there’s more than a few otoya reo and barou ones in there 🤩 plus a couple of sae and rin ones that i couldn’t help but save

THE OTOYA IDEA HAS ME CACKLING especially if i do like a split perspective thing with it?? omg i’m just envision a line like “you had a crush on eita otoya, which meant you had to go to the one man on campus even worse than him: oliver aiku” and it’s all dramatic for the reader meanwhile aiku thinks it’s SOO funny that someone like her likes OTOYA (and conversely karasu and yukimiya think otoya is trying to be a gentleman to manipulate the reader better so they’re like “fuck no we’re not helping” but then they realize he’s serious so they lock in and do their best to help him)

barou…barou…barou…i think my 50 reblogs of my own post sum up my thoughts atm very well 😭 omg wait is BAROU my third rewatch man 🤔⁉️ that’s crazy if so but lowkey no complaints 🤤 the best part abt liking nagi and barou is i KNOW they’re not going anywhere for a while because they’re two of isagi’s main rivals + episode nagi is literally right there 🤩 so lots and lots of content coming for them (although lowkey epinagi artist does barou dirty at some points i fear…rn their hard work is going solely into nagi and karasu though so i get it)

#answered asks

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princessmisery666 · 2 years

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View From The Friendzone

Summary: Jake has been helping you find someone to go home with every night, just like you do for him. When that arrangement ends because of your new boyfriend, he's got to figure out if he's okay with being stuck in the friendzone or if he wants more.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, jealous!Jake, idiots in love, mild/implied smut.

W/C: 4k

Characters: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado, OMC.

Pairing: Jake ��Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Notes: for this request from the lovely @jakexfmc - I hope you like it.

A/N: It was supposed to be a drabble.

Betas: @wildbornsiren // @writercole // @therebeccaw // all mistakes are mine.

Graphics: made by me divider: @writercole

Master Lists: Top Gun Maverick // All The Fandoms

View From The Friendzone

It seems that men and women are more interested in someone who appears unattainable. You and Jake both use that, and each other, to your benefit. Posing as a couple, you set the trap and you wait to see which little fishy will take the bait. In the air and on the ground, your coordinated wingmen, and the dynamic works in both settings. Plus it’s not like it's a hardship having Jake’s full attention. He’s gorgeous, charming, sweet (when no one else is around) and it’s a good ego boost to have him flirt with you.

Tonight holds promise for both of you. Jake had accompanied you to the bar in town, to make sure your Tinder date, Nick, was legit and not a psycho axe murderer. Jake’s arrival with a woman on his arm attracted the attention of every single female in the vicinity. The woman who had taken Jake’s bait, was putty in his hands. Hanging on his every word with a giggle or a sigh, before your date even showed up. Ten minutes early - tick one for Nick.

Nick actually looks like his picture. He could break the internet without trying. His jawline could slice an apple in half, piercing light blue eyes, tanned skin, and shaggy dark hair. You wonder if he’s a part time model and just hasn’t disclosed that information yet.

From across the bar, you see Jake’s new friend make a beeline for the bathroom and you know he’s sealed the deal. They always ‘freshen up’ before they take him home. He swaggers toward you, nodding at Nick’s back with an approving smile and throwing a thumbs up before stepping around him.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he says, offering his hand to Nick. “I’m Jake, Y/N’s friend.”

“Nice to meet you,” Nick smiles and your stomach flips. He’s so beautifully handsome, it's almost painful. “Y/N mentioned you’d be here. Make sure I’m not some serial killer with a foot fetish.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a serial killer,” Jake chuckles, “it’s the foot fetish she has a problem with.”

All three of you laugh and you shove Jake’s shoulder, “jerk.”

He twists slightly to give you his full attention, “We still on for breakfast tomorrow?” Jake asks.

“Yeah,” you nod, “my turn to buy.”

He leans in and kisses your cheek. “Have fun,” he whispers.

“I promise to have her home by eleven,” Nick says when Jake straightens again.

“Eleven thirty is fine,” Jake nods, then points a warning finger at you, “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Is there anything you wouldn’t do, Seresin?”

He ponders it for a moment, “okay, if you think I would do it, don’t do it ‘cause it’s probably illegal or highly dangerous.”

You laugh and push him away. “Would you get out of here already?”

“Breakfast,” Jake reminds you as his date emerges from the bathroom. “eight thirty!”

Jake feels a little put out. There was serious money on the game of pool, between him, Coyote, Fanboy and Payback. But the others were as taken with Nick as you seem to be. They’ve abandoned the game to gather around Nick, listening to him tell a story. He’s joined you all several times now; Nick can’t possibly have that many interesting tales to tell.

He watches the group collectively laugh and the tender way Nick leans in to kiss your cheek. Nick’s smitten gaze focuses on you for a long moment, and you kiss him again, bashful grin making your eyes shine brighter. The interaction makes Jake’s stomach roll in an unfamiliar, uncomfortable way.

“Jake!” Coyote yells and his tone implies it's not the first time he’s called his name.

“What?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” he says, walking around the table and lining up his next shot. He pulls the cue back, and as he pushes it forward he hears a chorus of ‘awwwww’. His concentration is broken enough that he misses his shot completely, distracted by the affectionate embrace you and Nick are locked in. He’s never seen the others swoon over a kiss before.

He doesn’t realize he’s staring or that his knuckles are white from his taut grip on the cue.

He feels rather than sees Javy stand next to him, but it's the other man’s intuitive tone that breaks his focus. “So you two are done then?”

“Huh, what?”

“You and Y/N, your little thing is over.”

“Nothing is over,” Jake sneers, “and what thing?”

“You two-” he says and points from Jake across the room to you.

Jake slaps his hand down and glances in your direction to make sure you haven’t noticed and know they’re talking about you. But it’s clear you wouldn’t notice a brass band striking up a drumline next to you from the way you adoringly stare up at Nick.

Coyote laughs, “you’ve got it bad, man, and you can’t even see it from the friendzone you put yourself in.”

The statement catches him off guard and, unsure of the reason, he feels his stomach drop to his feet. But he schools his expression to one of cockiness and asks, “Enlighten me Coyote, what is this friendzone you speak of?”

“You’ve kept her on a line from the moment we met her,” Coyote starts, “she made a pass at you the first time we all went out and you shot her down, ‘let’s not shit where we eat’.” he mimics in a poor rendition of Jake’s accent. “She was fine with it. Took it in stride. But you kept dangling that carrot, man. All the flirting, buying her drinks, going on runs together, movie nights cuddled up on the sofa. Breakfast dates, you spend all of your free time together.” Javy counts off each activity holding up a finger. “That’s not counting all the inside jokes you have. Hell you fake being a couple to hookup with other people. You put yourself firmly in the friend zone and now that she has someone, you want her.”

Your laughter filters through the bar and it distracts him that he has to look over. “I am not in the friend zone,” Jake defends.

“But are you into her?”

“No.”

Javy rolls his eyes and chuckles, “tell me, has she slept with Nick yet?”

Jake knows the answer because you told him this morning over breakfast at your favorite pancake place.

“Yeah she has,” Jake shrugs. He knows what’s coming before Coyote inhales to reply.

“Women don’t tell guys they wanna sleep with about other guys they’re sleeping with. Say it with me, F.R.I.E.N-”

“Shut up!” Jake laughs, and he hopes it's not as fake as it feels. “Take your damn shot!”

Javy walks around the table, checking the best angle, “I’m just saying man, tell her before it’s too late. Because that dude,” he points subtly in Nick’s direction. “Is a long term kinda guy and I can feel how much she likes him from over here.”

Jake doesn’t know how or when but he’s going to get Javy back somehow. It’s not Javy’s fault really. He just so happened to be the only one ballsy enough to call Jake out about his relationship, or lack thereof, with you. But now that his friend has put it out there, Jake can’t stop thinking about it.

There’s some kind of debate going on and Rooster’s talking but Jake isn’t listening. He’s too focused on comparing himself to Nick.

Nick is dark haired, curled slightly, totally opposite of his. The man clearly knows his way around a gym as does Jake, but Nick’s broader, there’s no way he’d fit comfortably in a cockpit. Jake overheard you and Phoenix talking a few days before and she’d referred to Nick as being ‘bear-like’ if Nick is a grizzly bear, Jake’s a mountain lion. Both formidable predators in their own right but almost complete opposites.

Is that what you like? If that’s your type, Jake doesn’t stand a chance.

Wait.

Does he want a chance? But a chance at what exactly? Put a grizzly bear and a mountain lion in a room with a piece of meat, who’s going to win? His throat goes dry and he gulps down half of his beer forcing himself to rejoin the conversation and get out of his own head.

“I have nothing against one night stands. We’ve all been there,” Nick says. Coyote, Fanboy and Payback all cheers to that, clinking their bottle necks to Nick’s. “Personally, it’s not just about sex, you have to connect on so many more levels. I think it’s more impressive if a man can keep a woman happy for more than a night, keep her coming back for more.”

“Amen to that,” Bob says, raising his glass in a toast from across the table. Jake sees Nick’s eyes flick to him and the slight sneering curl of his lips as he sips his drink but no one else seems to notice.

“No offense Hangman,” Nick says, “I know that's kinda your MO.”

He feels his jaw ripple with the clench of his teeth. But he refuses to let this man get under his skin, or at least show that it’s working. “No offense taken,” Jake shrugs, cocky smirk in full effect. “I mean, I used to help your girl pick up a different guy every night.”

Nick looks impressed that Jake had the balls to make such a comment, as if he expected it. Jake’s not revealing any secrets, he knows you’ve told Nick everything, because you’ve told Jake everything about you and Nick.

“Well all that's over now,” Nick says, dipping to kiss you.

Jake’s chest tightens and he worries, Javy is right. There’s that word again - over - is your relationship, friendship, whatever, over?

“Nick seems nice,” Javy says while you and him wait at the bar to be served.

You smile, grateful for the confirmation. “He is,” you agree, glancing over your shoulder to see Nick and your friends talking animatedly. He’s slotted into the group with ease, and that makes your life so much easier. Having to split time between seeing a partner and friends was always tedious so it’s nice to know you won’t have to divy up your time.

Naturally your gaze takes in everyone at the table, and when you land on Jake, he’s already staring at you. He delivers a wink accompanied by a teeth whitening commercial worthy smile and it still surprises you that after all the years you’ve known him the small gesture can make you weak in the knees. You are, by far, not immune to the charm of Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. Though you cherish your friendship, you’ll always be a little bitter that you never got the full Seresin service. You’d stake your career on it being an unforgettable experience. You’ve heard the stories first hand from Jake and the rumor mill that churns through base. Jake could certainly keep a woman coming back for more. If only that’s what Jake wanted.

“He’s no Hangman, though.”

You hear the words but too lost in your daydream you don’t quite process them. “Huh, what?” you ask, breaking your focus on Jake to turn around again.

“Nick’s nice,” Javy explains slowly, “but he’s no Jake. But that’s the point, right?”

“I’m not following,” you frown, confused.

“He’s the total opposite of Jake, maybe it wasn’t a conscious decision, or maybe it was.” He shrugs, “But we both know dating Nick isn’t going to make your crush on Jake disappear.”

“Please,” You scoff, “my crush on Seresin disappeared a long time ago.”

It’s not entirely true. It didn’t disappear, it simply simmered from a gushing waterfall to a babbling brook. You still appreciate his beauty, get a swell of smugness when you notice the envious stares you receive and for the brief periods you fake being a couple you live blissfully in the make believe.

“Oh really?” Javy smirks. “So if I told you that he’s crazy jealous of Nick it wouldn’t make a reappearance?”

He’s as close with Jake as you are. So it’s not a stretch to believe Hangman may have confided in him. But if this is a hypothetical conversation there’s no need for the butterflies trying to escape your stomach.

“Are you telling me that?” You wonder.

Coyote rolls his eyes, head shaking while he chuckles. “You made a pass at Jake a long time ago, he knocked you down. I’m making an observation that you two have grown closer, things have changed. Maybe if you took another shot, the results would be different. Just cause you're in the friend zone doesn’t mean you have to stay there.”

“We’re not friends,” you sneer, needlessly offended by the remark. “I mean we are, but we’re more than that…”

“Lord give me strength,” Javy rolls his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. “You two need to get your heads out of your asses before it’s too late,” he says, collecting the drinks from the bar.

“Too late for what?” you ask his back as he walks away.

You hear your phone ring but it’s too far away - not really, the coffee table isn’t that far - but Nick has you imprisoned beneath him, kissing the air from your lungs and rolling his stiff cock against your heated core.

The ringing stops but starts up again almost immediately and you wriggle free of Nick’s mouth to at least glance at the caller ID.

“Shit,” you say, “it’s Jake,” trying to reach for it with as little movement as possible.

“Ignore it,” Nick suggests, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. “He’s on a date, right? Probably just wants to brag he fucked her in the bathroom or some shit.”

You laugh and just as your fingertips touch the corner of the device it stops ringing. You smooth your hand up under Nick’s shirt and as he lifts up to pull it off his head the phone starts up again.

You grab it, answering it as Nick rolls his eyes and sighs heavily. “Hey Jake,” you smile, running your nails up and down Nick’s defined torso, mouth watering at the idea of having it pinning you down momentarily.

“Thank god,” Jake says, relieved, “I called Coyote but he laughed at me. I need you to come save me.”

“What?”

“Please Y/N, I need you,” he implores. “I’d climb out of the window if it were big enough. But my ass will get stuck.”

“You mean your ego,” you joke.

“So funny,” he retorts and you can hear his eyes roll. “Please, come rescue me, cause a scene or something, just get me out of here.”

“Jake you can’t be serious.”

“I’m deadly serious. In G-lock during a dogfight, enemy aircraft are on my ass and I’m all out of flares, serious!” he explains, tempo and volume increasing.

“Okay, okay,” you chuckle, “calm down, I’m on my way.”

Jake sits at the table, knee bouncing, twisting a beer mat with one hand, the other bringing the glass to his lips every half second. He’s not sure what’s worse, the anticipation of your arrival or the uncertainty of your reaction. He a confident man, always self assured, especially when it comes to the opposite sex. But the anxiety fizzing in his gut makes him want to call you and tell you not to come.

This was a dumb plan.

It wasn’t so much of a plan. More of a test, one he now regrets putting in motion because he knows he’ll have to explain himself. You’ll see through whatever bullshit he could try and spout - you always do - so the truth is the best policy. But how does he tell you the truth? How does he explain it without sounding like a jackass?

“I faked being on a date to see if you’d ditch Nick to come help me because I wanted to know if you still care.”

It sounds ridiculous. It is ridiculous.

Your entrance pulls his attention from his inner turmoil. He holds his breath while you scan the room. Your gaze lands on him and your shoulders slump with a heavy exhale, even in the dim bar light he can see you’re upset.

You make your way over and he shoots his drink, quickly getting to his feet to greet you with a kiss to the cheek and a swift hug.

“Oh good she’s in the bathroom,” you say, pulling out of his embrace. “Jake,” you fix him with a pitiful look. “I’m not gonna cause a scene. It’s not fair. Just let her down gently, tell her you don’t feel a spark, or whatever. Wish her well and leave. I’ll be in the car, but be quick, I need to get back.”

You twist so fast you make him a little dizzy and he has to lunge forward to grab your wrist to stop you. “Wait,” he calls, tugging you back to face him. He swears he sees tears in your eyes but you sniff them away and before he loses the liquid courage the whiskey gave him he confesses, “I’m not on a date.”

He waits for you to process, eyes flickering to the table as if you expect to find a phantom woman waiting for him. “What’re you talking about?”

“I just needed to get you here,” he admits, “and I couldn’t think of any other way.”

“Jake, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Can we sit and talk?” he asks. He doesn’t need to sit down but he feels like this is turning into a scene, and for once having all eyes on him, isn’t what he wants.

“Can we walk and talk?” you say, “I need to go do damage control with Nick.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We had a fight.”

“About what?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you grouse, throwing your hands up, “let’s turn and burn, before the ejection handle on my relationship gets pulled.”

He grabs his jacket off the back of the chair, drops a few bills on the table and follows your purposeful march.

You're stomping toward the car and he understands your sour mood now. A fight with Nick. He feels shitty that the argument gives him a boost of confidence, if you’re arguing so early on in the relationship, maybe it’s not as solid as he thought.

“So gonna tell me what this fight was about?” he asks, jogging to catch up with you.

“Nothing,” you reply too quickly. “Drop it.”

Jake runs ahead to block your path, planting himself between you and your car. “When have I ever dropped anything?”

The streetlights make the tears shimmering in your eyes look fiery orange and you avert your gaze. Jake tries to bring you back, gentle fingers under your chin to lift your head but you wriggle and pull free so he can’t. “Y/N,” he coaxes, stepping into your space, chest brushing yours when you heave a breath to keep from crying. “Tell me what’s going on, please?”

“We had a fight,” you say, softly. “He didn’t say it outright, but it was him or you kind of deal.”

You raise your watery eyes back to him for a reaction. He’s so close you have to tilt your head and he looks down his nose at you, breath fanning stray bits of hair around your face. He waits a beat for you to elaborate. But really what more does he need to hear? It was a Jake or Nick ultimatum and you're standing in front of him. He watches a tear drip from your lashes and time seems to stop.

The tear starts its descent down your cheek and before he really thinks it through he crushes it between your mouths, pressing a tentative kiss to your lips.

You inhale sharply through your nose and he worries your gearing up to push him away when your whole body tenses. He hopes the tension is born of surprise and not anger that your friend is kissing you.

You haven’t moved, frozen in the moment, and the fact you haven’t shoved him away makes him bolder. He slides an arm around your waist, hand resting on the small of your back, the other smooths along the softness of your cheek, drawing you deeper into him.

His tongue prods your bottom lip, tasting the salty tear he wanted to lick away. You grant him entry, thawing and melting into him with a contented sigh as your tongues connect. Your nails rake through the hairs at the base of his neck, rising to the tips of your toes, you grip a fistful of his hair, holding him in place. He growls, low and needy, in his chest and he feels his heartbeat quicken, his stomach doing somersaults as if he was inverted.

He can’t breathe, he feels his entire body flush with heat, culminating in his crotch and he can’t help but smile into the kiss when you whine. His smiling breaks the connection and it ends the kiss but you both remain pressed together, panting to catch your breaths.

“Holy shit, that was…” he whispers, brain ticking to find the words to describe what he feels. But he comes up blank, it’s too new, all consuming, overwhelming but immaculately right. “Fuck.”

“Jake?” you say, anxiety clear as day in your tone. “I’m so confused right now.”

“Shit, yeah. Sorry,” he grimaces, releasing you to take a step back. “Not for the kiss, because I meant to do that. Kind of. I mean I didn’t plan it. But I don’t regret it.”

“Okay,” you draw the word out, confusion deepening. “So what did you plan?”

“Nothing,” he defends. His brain races, adrenaline coursing through him and he’s baffled as to why. He’s nervous. Jake Seresin doesn’t get nervous. He’s the King of Cool.

He needs to move, standing still, staring at your bewildered expression isn’t helping him. He thinks he may have lost his mind a little. Is he dreaming? This is crazy.

“Jake,” you soothe, “you’re not dreaming. But this, whatever this is, may be crazy.”

“What? Fuck, did I say that out loud?” he starts to pace, back and forth, from trunk to hood and back again. “Y/N, you know I’m a man of action. I go head first into everything, consequences be damned. I don’t know why you were the exception to that. Actions speak louder than words. I knew you were with Nick tonight. I lied about needing rescuing to see if you’d put me first, like you have a million times before. But I need to know if I'm really stuck in the friend zone or not. My timing sucks, I know. But Javy was right, seeing you with Nick damn near killed me. I want you, Y/N, I want all of you and I’m hoping you won’t be as foolish as me and shoot me down like I did to you.”

He stops his attempt to erode the asphalt and turns to face you, shoulder heaving as he pants to catch his breath. He’s got the worst ‘I love you’ on the tip of his tongue. This isn’t the time or place but he feels it. That’s why he’s so uncharacteristically nervous. You're staring at him, mouth slightly agape, no hint as to how you feel in your blank expression.

He thinks about laughing it all off, pretending it's some elaborate joke. Because what if he’s now fucked up your friendship.

The adrenaline from your kiss still coursing through him, and the desire to do it again is what gives him the motivation to remain in place and not flee like his brain is begging him to do.

He watches, almost in slow motion, as your lips curve upward, and a laugh rattles up from your chest.

“I’ve never seen you so nervous,” you smirk, barely containing the laugh. “It’s kinda cute.”

He’s almost offended that you find his confession to be so hilarious but then you step into his space and he forgets what he was thinking about.

“I am not cute!” he defends, wrapping his arms around your waist and yanking you against him roughly.

“Oh, so manly,” you tease, smoothing your hands up his chest to lock your arms around his neck.

“Shut up,” he remarks, crushing any snarky reply between your mouths.

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