#an ice rink date seems to be an option that can be cute and fun at the same time!
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a love so beautiful ‣ [ park sunghoon ] ✧
paring: park sunghoon x gn! reader
genre: fluff, established relationship au
content: boyfriend headcanons
word count: 1.2k
note: why is it that i go in when it comes to sunghoon, but i can’t write as passionately for other idols? UGH.
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shy!￤this boy is so bashful and reserved. it can be hard for him to be super open about wanting to give you a small kiss, so he settles for holding your hand. it’s because of his introverted persona that every now and then communicating is hard for him. if the two of you get into an awful argument, he might stay quiet and let the issue eat away at him. still, he’ll come clean eventually since you can tell when something’s been bugging him. you love his shy personality for the most part, as sunghoon can be adorable when he’s nervous.
easily flushed!￤at the start of your relationship was when he was truly a soft wreck. he would be screaming inside and trying his best not to burst into a fit of blushes and giggles. any bit of affection can make sunghoon grin like an idiot. sometimes he tries to fight it off, and give a simple reaction like a short smile, but inside he’s always super blushful inside. sunghoon tries to distract himself by holding your hands, and starting up a conversation about any random thing in mind. like you just gave him a little peck and then he holds your hand and says, “wonderful weather we’re having”.
helpful!￤he may be a prince, but he knows you’re not his servant. this boy is ready to help you with any task whenever you want. if you need help moving something, sunghoon offers himself up. if you’re struggling to open a jar or a box, he rushes to give you a hand. if you’re doing your chores, he’s asking you if you need help, and helping anyways before you even give him an answer. you’re dish washing buddies! sunghoon gets so happy when he does the dishes, but he gets ten times happier when he does them with you. he scrubs, you dry.
protective!￤you are most certainly one of the most precious things in sunghoon’s life. he’s always looking out for you, whether it’s sharing gentle reminders so that you dress appropriately for the weather to avoid getting sick, or offering you a hand when you’re doing something that is potentially harmful. there’s a lot of “let me give you a hand with that, doll” and “please be careful”. sunghoon seems to be good at containing his emotions, but that doesn’t mean he’ll be able to contain his moments of jealousy all the time. depending on what the situation is, he’ll react differently. if someone is flirting with you and he happens to be standing nearby, expect this boy to turn his pda levels up to 300.
show-off!￤sunghoon is definitely the type to brag about how he’s dating you. the day after asking you to be his, he’ll wake up in a very bright mood, wash up and then sit at the kitchen table with a smug smirk and go, “____ and i are dating”. if the boys ask if you’ve made him a meal yet, even if it wasn’t the best thing he’s ever eaten, he’ll sure act like it was. anything you give as a gift, he’ll be so excited to show the other boys. it could be a pen, and he’ll walk up to one of them like, “look what ____ gave me”. he likes to rub the fact that your his significant other in the other members faces, and he’s so grateful for that too.
hopeful romantic!￤sunghoon has a romantic bone in his body. he never overdose it with the romance, knowing that not everything can be perfect, but don’t expect any crumbs from this boy. stargazing while laying on top of the car hood? yep. summer picnics feeding each other and sharing tiny kisses? yep yep. movie nights filled with cuddles when it’s been raining all day? yep, yep, and yep!
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nicknames!￤doll, angel, babe
shy king sunghoon just can’t bring himself to call you baby. he tried once, and cringed at how the petname sounded coming from him. while waiting in the car before picking you up for your date, he practiced saying “___, baby” over and over again, but it just didn’t sound right. and when you had approached, he took a deep breath, ready to say “hey, baby”, but immediately cringed and made a strangled noise. ‘doll’ and ‘angel’ are much more suitable for him, as they don’t make him cringe.
sunghoon is also a minimalist spirit. he’s fine with the petname “babe” because although it makes him cringe when he hears himself say it, it doesn’t sound bad when you say it, and it’s nothing too extravagant.
stolen items!￤one of your plushies, one of sunghoon’s blazers
at the beginning of your relationship, sunghoon began to realize just how clingy he was. he tried not to show it too much, but there were numerous times when he retreat back to the dorm after dropping you off at home, and he was already longing for another date despite having seen you just a few minutes ago. both of you have busy schedules; him juggling school, work, and practice, and you trying your best to stay focused on school, work, and your own personal hobbies. texting and calling all day every day isn’t an option, and neither was you spending every night over at the dorm for a cuddle session. one day, you ended up leaving one of your plush toys at the dorm, and sunghoon took ownership of it. you had no idea until you walked into the room a week later to visit, and found him cuddling your plush while napping.
sunghoon is always dressed appropriately for the weather. you, however, are a different story. sunghoon has often scolded you for not dressing warm enough, and has repeatedly had to give you whatever blazer or hoodie he had on to make sure you didn’t freeze to death. sunghoon always takes you home after the two of you spend time together. you would always give back whatever article of clothing you borrowed so that your boyfriend wouldn’t freeze on his way home. but one particular day when you were hanging out at the dorm, you two were going through his closet, and he ended up sending you home with one of his blazers just for the heck of it. he thought you looked cute wearing his clothes.
dates!￤ice skating, vr cafe, teahouse
sunghoon wants to share the most important parts of his persona with you, and one of those parts happen to be all of the time he spent at the ice rink. ice skating dates are a must! and they’re pretty frequent. you love watching him perform tricks, and reunite with a former friend that is his past self, and sunghoon loves to hold your hand while the two of you make figure eights as a pair. he also likes to tease you when you lose your balance and he has to catch you.
sunghoon can get pretty wild when he plays video games or arcade games. he usually acts more crazy than his usual silent self, screaming a lot at the screen and smashing the buttons. you enjoy seeing sunghoon as a more free-spirited person, and that part of his personality always shows when he’s at a virtual reality café. he’s not so much into competing with you, as he prefers to just play for the score and the fun of it all. sometimes you have to tell him to calm down, though, or the two of you might end up getting fined for breaking the buttons on a controller.
even if you don’t consider yourself to be classy, sunghoon definitely is. he radiates elegance at all times, and when he’s with you, some of his elegance rubs off on you. sunghoon does like to get wild sometimes, but to keep his introvert-self at bay, he likes to retreat to a calm setting every now and then. and of course, he can’t help but bring you with him, because again, he wants to share everything about himself with you. he wants you see him when he’s wild, when he’s calm, when he’s himself. it’s its own kind of intimate, just sitting together in silence, drinking tea and sharing smiles every time your eyes meet.
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Home For The Holidays
Pairing: Lisa x Fem!Reader
Word Count: ~ 3,335
Warnings / Misc. -- Potentially Lethal Fluff, Crying, Holiday Themed
Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.
A/N: Hey everybody! This idea came to me out of nowhere, but it’s definitely gotten me into the holiday spirit. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think.
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“Babe, have you seen my beanie?” Your question rings throughout the air, carrying across the apartment in search of Lisa. Just as you get your earrings put in, her reply comes through: “Mhm, it’s in here.” Before setting off to grab it, you take a long look at yourself in the mirror: the nervousness that you’re harboring is decently masked for the moment, but you pray that your composure doesn’t slip in the next few hours -- after all, that would surely spoil the fun that you have in store for Lisa.
“Aha!” You declare, sliding the material onto your head. She stifles a chuckle, which prompts you to look at her. When you do, all of the air in your lungs swiftly leaves your body; she looks absolutely stunning. She chose a simple outfit, consisting of a regular pair of jeans and a cozy sweater, but she makes it look designer.
“I’m convinced that you can make any and everything look good.” You tell her earnestly, once some of your thought processing skills have returned to you. With a roll of her eyes, she engulfs you in a hug; her perfume washes over you, and you fall into her embrace.
“I love you.”
Even after hearing those words from her as many times as you have, they still managed to send your heart wild. You hide your face in her neck, loving the cute squeal she lets out as you pick her up and twirl her around.
“I love you, jagi. So much.” Her eyes find yours, and the moment is perfect.
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“Keep them closed! We’re almost there.”
“You’ve been saying that for the past 5 minutes.”
“Just trust me!” You laugh at her impatience, keeping your grip on her thighs steady as you make your way towards the restaurant. She lets her head lay beside yours, resting it on one of her arms that’re wrapped around your shoulders. In any other circumstance, she would’ve been whining more by now; this time, however, she didn’t mind waiting a little longer, considering she was comfortable and content, currently receiving a piggy back ride from you. In competition with the frigid air rushing around, your bodies work to keep each other warm.
After a little more walking, you finally reach your destination.
“Reservation, please?” The hostess requests upon your entrance.
“L/N.”
You gently set Lisa down, back on her feet again, and tell her to open her eyes. The expression that takes over her features is priceless, and you pat yourself on the back for having the foresight to book a table here so far in advance. The holidays always made it difficult to get in anywhere in the city without a reservation, and this restaurant is no exception -- in fact, it’s one of the hardest to get into. After hearing about the reviews, the two of you had been dying to try it out.
“Right this way, ladies.” The hostess says, and you fall in line behind her. Lisa links her arm with yours, and she begins ranting about all the different foods she wants to try.
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The view from your table is unbelievable; seated next to a row of large windows, you can see the entire city before you, throngs of people walking about, enjoying their night out. You take a minute to think of all the possible things they could be doing, what routes they’re going down, each of them having a unique and beautiful story playing out in front of you.
Against your palm, the surface of the window chills your skin. Once you remove your hand, you see the imprint of it on the glass; a reminder that you had been there.
Lisa notices this, and leans towards the window; at first, you were confused, but soon your heart melts at her actions.
She releases a breath against it, the warm air prepping the surface for her artwork; her finger -- the very one that you’re wrapped around -- draws a heart, complete with your initials and hers inside of it.
“You’re the cutest,” she gushes, looking over your features. You can feel how dopey you look, completely in love and in awe by her. You can’t blame yourself, though.
Her hand finds its way to yours on the table, just as it always does, and you bring it to your lips. She grins at the feeling of your lips pressed against her knuckle, and her heart skips a beat. Both of you are completely whipped for each other, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Stuffed and satisfied with the special anniversary meal you just consumed, you and Lisa make your way out of the restaurant. Next up on the agenda for tonight: ice skating.
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Waves of fresh snowflakes flurry around the two of you, seemingly in a tango with the breeze that’s drifting by; two lovers rediscovering one another. Her hand is warm within your own, the mittens on your skin keeping the harsh temperatures at bay.
The gentle scraping of your skates can be heard against the ice, little patterns trailing behind in your wake. Yellow and white lights are strewn across the sides of the rink, offering a dazzlingly cozy aura, and you take them in. They remind you of the stars in the night sky, shining brightly, a certain unique twinkle held within each and every one of them.
Lisa gives your hand a squeeze, her silent way of requesting your attention.
“Yes, my love?”
A light blush rises to her cheeks as she begins speaking; you’re amazed that she still reacts to your pet names like that, just as she had when you first started dating. It’s adorable, and you can’t get enough of it.
“Let’s grab some hot cocoa, I’m getting a little cold.”
“Alright, last one there has to clean the litter box tonight!” The last part of the sentence leaves your lips in a rush, an attempt to stall her and give yourself a bit of a head start.
“Uh! Hey!” Her shocked exclamation quickly fades as you dash away from her, set on getting to the stand first.
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Now armed with your warm beverages, the two of you skate over to the bench positioned directly outside of the rink. Conveniently, the seat is equipped with a heater, and Lisa pulls you in tight.
“Mmm, it’s good.” You tell her, taking another sip. She had spent the trip over here pouting at her defeat.
The two of you carried on with light conversation, reveling in the feeling of having each other so close. The city’s atmosphere was always different around this time of year, the holidays adding an extra charm to everything, no matter what it was. You would be content with doing absolutely nothing, so long as you had Lisa by your side -- and she felt the same way about you. Perhaps that’s why your relationship was so strong; genuine love and understanding ran true in every aspect, and you could never seem to get enough of each other. You still felt the same as you did at the beginning: the happiness upon waking up next to her, that excited blush when she told you she loved you, that familiar rush of desire from your passionate nights spent together -- all of it. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more, and you feel beyond blessed to have the privilege of calling her yours.
The night had been perfect so far; memories being made that would surely last a lifetime. The thoughts raced in your mind, swirling around just like the snow had before. They were only stopped by the feeling of her soft lips pressing against your cheek in a sweet kiss.
“Thank you for tonight. I’m so happy.” She leans her forehead against yours, and you brush her nose with your own.
“Of course. There’s no one I’d rather do this with.”
Her eyes are shining with affection, and you nearly get lost in them. Before you can, you stop yourself; your plans for this special night are long from over.
“How about we walk around a bit? I saw more trees and light designs on the way here and I wanna check them out.” She happily agrees, and the two of you change back into your boots before returning the skates. You slip an arm around her shoulders as you begin your journey, and she settles against your side.
You had remembered correctly -- after a short walk, you find the hub of activity from before; a whole block of the city is filled with different vendors and booths, a wide array of services offered. The area is a holiday bazaar, groups of merry people roaming about, lighting up at the different things to do.
Trees line the square, decorated beautifully with various lights and ornaments, their toppers reaching high up into the sky. The moment is too perfect to let slip by, so you retrieve the camera from your bag to capture it all. Lisa cuddles in close to you, smiling widely as you turn the device around to take a selfie of the two of you.
One mini-photoshoot later, you begin your exploration of the square. Quickly, you discover what the places have to offer: some hold arts and crafts, others have face painting, snacks, and even eggnog chugging contests. You grimace at that last one, seeing a group of what appears to be frat boys stumbling around nearby.
Upon spotting a special booth in the distance, you’re quick to remember your reason for suggesting coming here in the first place: Lisa’s next surprise. You do well in acting cool and calmly bringing her attention to the area, being careful not to blow your cover. It doesn’t take much convincing to have her trailing along after you, her hand snuggly tucked into yours.
The booth in question sticks out among the others, a bit out of place in what it offers: for $5, you get the opportunity to knock the city mascot into a dunk tank. The money goes to charity, and everyone has fun in the process. Win-win, right?
The second that you approach the counter, your heart begins racing feverishly -- the plan is coming together. “Just the $5 option, thank you.” You request, and the clerk hands you the balls: $5 gets you 5 opportunities to dunk the mascot into the chilly water below. As you walk over to the tank, you’re afraid that Lisa can see your nervousness; she’s always been able to read you well.
Luckily for you, though, you know just what to do to throw her off your tracks: you pull her in, guiding her lips to your own in a tender kiss. She places her hand overtop of yours, against her cheek, and her fingers lace with yours. She sighs against you, and you smile. Mission accomplished. Before things can get too heated, you pull away, setting the weapons of choice into her hands. “Good luck,” you whisper into her ear, a chill running down her spine at the lowness of your voice.
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After 3 misses in a row, she’s beginning to get discouraged.
“Ahh, this is rigged!”
As you open your mouth to reply, your phone begins to ring. Right on time. You suppress the smile playing on your lips -- a task much easier said than done -- and tell her that you’ll be right back.
You pretend to answer your phone as you return to the counter, making eye contact with the clerk.
“Are they ready yet?”
“Almost. They’ll be right out.” He smiles back at you, happy to see something like this about to go down. The holidays truly are a magical time of the year.
The moment is interrupted by Lisa’s father walking out of the back room and into your line of sight. “How do I look?” He asks no one in particular, and receives a whistle from his wife, who is also making her way out of the room.
You beam at them, so excited to be with them again. “Those suits look great on you guys.” You tell them, fanning yourself to add to the comical effect. They don the same outfits as the mascot sitting in the tank.
“Alright, so does everyone remember what to do?” You ask, eyes darting between them.
“Once she dunks him, we run out and celebrate.” Lisa’s mom looks to you, waiting for your reassurance of the plan.
“Exactly. Any questions?”
“No, but hurry her up. This outfit is itchy.” You can’t help but chuckle at her father’s words; now, a little weight lifted off of your chest, you make your way back to Lisa.
“There you are! Who was that?” As much as you hate lying to her, you think it’s safe to bet that you’ll easily be forgiven.
“Just someone from work, lame business stuff.”
She accepts your answer right away, and turns the topic back to her mission. With you by her side once again, she resumes her efforts.
After an eternity of careful deliberation and tense preparation, Lisa chucks the next ball through the air; a loud whoosh sound follows behind it, and you hold your breath.
Time seems to move in slow motion; the ball collides with the target, sending confetti into the air and retracting the seat beneath the mascot. Soon he’s submerged in water, everyone in close proximity to the booth now cheering loudly. Lisa turns to you, her arms above her head in triumph, a winning smile on her lips. You lift her up in celebration, and smile against her as you nuzzle your face in the crook of her neck.
With a quick peek over her shoulder, you spot the two “mascots” approaching; you swiftly set her down and attempt to contain your excitement.
Her mother taps her on the shoulder, grabbing her attention. She offers her daughter a balloon -- the customary prize for winning -- and claps when she takes it. Her father gives her a thumbs up and a pat on the head.
As she turns her attention to you, shooting you a look of confusion, her mother stands behind her and removes the mascot head. The subsequent smirk that you don lets Lisa know that something is up, and she spins around once again.
Upon seeing her mother’s face, she drops to the ground, quickly becoming a mess of tears and emotions. The situation is only heightened when her father removes his mask as well, bending down to wrap his wife and daughter up in a long-overdue embrace.
The sight before you has you in tears within an instant; opportunities like this are rare for Lisa, and you feel honored to be the reason for this little reunion. You release a silent thank you to your past self for having the foresight -- yet again -- to squirrel away some money. Something back then had told you you’d need it, and you were beyond thrilled that you had trusted your gut.
Perhaps it was your imagination, but you could’ve sworn that everything shined a little brighter now. The snow sparkled in some majestic way, and the city lights worked together to create a beautiful picture, contrasting with the dark mountains that resided in the distance. Nothing could compete with the view in front of you, though; especially when Lisa raised a hand in your direction, calling you over to their little huddle.
The four of you held each other tightly, simultaneously sobbing and wiping away each other’s tears. No one spoke for a while; everyone was too emotional and content with the happy silence to do so.
Besides, what could she say to you? Lisa knew automatically that you had been the one to arrange all of this and raise the money to get them a flight out. What could she possibly say to repay that? You’re her world, and she’s so happy to have you in her life. People like you are rare, and she cherishes you more with each day you spend together.
None of you really kept track of how much time had passed, but you had made your way into one of the enclosed tents, seeking shelter from the cold and dying to fill each other in on all that's happened since your last visit.
You watch them in awe, loving the way that they light up when they talk to each other. It warms your heart, the way they're all holding hands and looking at each other with so much love. It’s easy to see that this is just what they needed; you can practically see their worries being lifted and cast away.
With one last swig of your drink, you begin to mentally prepare yourself for your final surprise.
In one motion, you accidentally drop your phone into the floor, and crouch down to retrieve it. Lisa gives you a quick look but soon does a double take when she sees you still on the floor, now down on one knee, a small box in your hand.
You’re sure her eyes are about to pop out of her head.
As you clear your throat and swallow your nerves, you glance up at her parents; they’re already looking to you, proud expressions written plainly on their faces. That silent gesture alone is encouragement enough, and it prompts you to begin.
“Lisa…” Wow. One word in and your voice is already failing you. Your eyes shyly scan up to hers, only to find her recently dried cheeks now covered in tears once again. Her hand is clasped over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her cries.
“I knew from the moment we met that I wanted to marry you someday, and I can’t think of a better way to ask than this. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and I’m so glad we get to share this day with your parents. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to properly thank them for making you, but I’ll spend my life trying, as long as you’ll have me. So, whaddya say?”
Lisa has always made it clear how much she loves you; despite knowing that, you can’t help but feel nervous as you wait for her answer. Her head is swimming with just about every different emotion imaginable right now, and she’s doing all she can to hold in her tears long enough to respond to you.
“I love you so much. Let’s get married, Y/N.”
A loud whoop leaves your mouth upon her reply, the sound echoing around the space.
You surge forward, eagerly pressing your lips against hers, and she cheerfully takes you into her arms. Once the ring is on her finger, you walk around to the other side of the table and embrace her parents. Having their approval and support means the absolute world to you, and you take a minute to think about how perfect everything turned out.
Now, once again cuddled into Lisa’s side, one of your hands playing with the ends of her hair, you look up into her eyes.
“How did I get so lucky?” She asks, looking down at you, utterly overjoyed with what went down tonight.
“It was written in the stars, baby.”
Lisa’s heart swells at your words, and she pulls you in impossibly closer. Wanting to give the two of you some private time to celebrate, her parents leave the table and go to order some food from across the tent.
Now alone, her lips find yours again, and they take their sweet time in showing you all of the things she didn’t know how to verbalize to you. She peppers kisses across your face; starting with your cheeks, then your nose, and finally, your forehead. You let out a squeal as she grips your waist, her fingers gently toying with the fabric of your sweater.
Sitting there, in the arms of the love of your life, you’ve never felt more content. What a night, you think to yourself, smiling at her parents once more.
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Good evening I am here for the matchup event
Preferred Gender- any and all
MBTI- INFP (my zodiac’s Sagittarius but I don’t fit any of those stereotypes)
Personality- shy, timid, quiet, you know the type. Unnecessarily polite around strangers while being simultaneously terrified of anyone who’s not a close friend but. It’s fine. Constantly seeking validation
Activities- if the other person has something they wanna do I’ll go with them and do it, but if I had to pick an activity, probably just walking, in general? Idk walking is. Nice
Boundaries- I have no boundaries please hug me
Other potential matchups- if you can, please. If not, perfectly understandable
A/N: Oh, why hello there, welcome! For your scenario, I was inspired by the movie Last Christmas, so if you've watched it and think it's familiar, that's probably why. But uh, Childe is real though, he's not like a ghost or anything in this one (if ykyk). God I'm not making any sense...don't mind it
But without further ado, you're going with...
Childe!
My reasons!
Childe would probably take your timid/unnecessarily polite demeanor when you first meet as a challenge. He's those type of people that you either love or hate and there's no in between (after getting to know him of course, first impressions can be deceiving with this one). When he takes interest in you, I'm pretty sure his charms are really hard not to fall for and before you know it, you've fallen for it. As for validation, Childe has no qualms with giving you any sort of comfort and validation when you need it, or when he feels like he should. Having a big family, and a family man at that, he knows how important it is to make sure a loved one feel like they matter. My other choice was Venti, because his carefree, cheery disposition might also help you during the early stages of the relationship. Then again, I feel like he'd be slightly put off at first so I felt that Childe was the best option :)
The First Date:
One thing was for sure. This guy was persistent
"Come on, one date, that's all I'm asking for. If you hate me afterwards, I'll consider it fair," he said one day, stopping you on the way home from work, hand oustretched.
You sighed.
"Will you just keep pestering me if I decline again?"
"You know it," Childe grinned, wiggling his fingers as if to say hurry on.
Truthfully, you too harbored feelings for him (otherwise this might have been a troubling situation), but instead of reciprocating, you avoided him instead, pretending otherwise
It was silly, yes, but you couldn't help it
You knew of the type of person he was, always looking for new thrills. Being afraid that his interest in you was temporary, unlike yours, was a valid reason right?
Although over time, you felt your resolve dwindle at the sight of him. He was just so...oh, what was the word?
Irresistable. Or at least to you
The first time you met, you had been so stiff that Childe couldn't help but stifle a laugh. You thought he was making fun of you, but he later told you he just thought it was cute
Maybe that was when you started falling for him?
Or maybe it was that time you saw him with his siblings and it looked so endearing for a moment you forgot he was capable of beating people up (like that one guy who harassed you-)
It was somewhere along the blurry lines, but the point was, you held an affection for him.
So you decide, what the heck, and you take his hand
Hesitantly, but you did. Watching his face light up afterwards made your heart flutter, though you were still unsure if what you did was the right thing.
"Well, are you going go tell me where we're going?" you asked, panting, because he had broken into a run and your lungs were breathing in cold night air.
"You'll know when we get there," he replied, not sounding even a little bit as breathless as you were.
Your hand still in his, you were practically dragged behind him as Childe excitedly took you somewhere over the rainbow
He stopped suddenly, and you leaned on your knees to catch your breath.
"You--seriously need--to warn me--" you wheezed.
"Haha, sorry, sorry! Pardon my enthusiasm but I've been waiting for this a long time," Childe rubbed the back of his head, not looking an ounce apologetic.
If you hadn't been so knees deep into him, this would've make for a bad impression, you thought, laughing quietly. At least he was energetic about it. You had been on dates when they just looked bored, and it was no fun at all
"So uh, where are we?"
"The skating rink!"
You gaped,"but it's like midnight...the rink's closed!"
"Yeah I know, that's why you should just follow me," Childe beckoned you behind the building and into a dim, narrow hallway that seemed to go on and on and on
"Trust me, okay?" he looked back at you and offered you his hand once again.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and placed your fingers on his palm, allowing yourself to be lead into a possibly illegal act. But as long as you were with him, it all felt very exhilarating in the best way possible
Apparently, Childe worked a part time job here, so he knew of where things were stored and how stuff worked (also the best + discreet exits)
"Wild idea, why didn't you just, you know...take me here in the morning? Instead of risking getting kicked out by the guard?" you balanced yourself on the blades, teetering towards him after he finished tying your laces.
"You could've changed your mind by then, I didn't want to chance it."
"And you also didn't think about it very much I suppose?"
"Of course not," Childe was already on the ice, gesturing you to follow
The lights were a little dim because obviously, everything had to be lowkey, and you were honestly quite scared. This was all a little scary, but it was also a little romantic in a way
"Come here," he steadied you when you came onto the ice flailing, "I won't let go promise, just relax."
It felt like gliding through oil barefoot. You seriously could've just slipped and broken a skull or a leg, depending on your luck. This was a lot harder than you thought.
"I didn't know you could skate that well," you grabbed the railing, watching as he glided backwards, did a little spin and then came back to you.
Childe gave you a shrug before saying,"I had a lot of practice back in Snezhnaya."
You opened your mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a loud bang, followed by a man with a flashlight, shouting at the both of you to get the hell out, basically.
While laughing, yes laughing, Childe practically carried you out through the back door before the guard could even get near you.
"Wait, will you get fired for this?" you hopped on one leg, struggling to put on your regular shoes after throwing away the skating ones before leaving the building.
"Nah, no one saw my face, it'll be fine," he said, prompting you to walk a little faster in case the vicinity was still looking for the two figures who crashed into a closed building.
"Okay, let's just not do this again. That was the most illegal thing I've done in my life."
"As you wish!"
The rest of the time was peaceful in comparison.
Childe insisted to carry you on his back on the way to your place, because you complained about your sore feet once.
"It's fine, I'm used to it," he assured you,"at least you're not three small kids grabbing at my hair while climbing up."
"They're lucky to have you, though," you mumbled, not sure if you wanted him to hear.
But he did, and you could see him smile.
This wasn't so bad after all
Night turned into twilight and you found yourself looking forward to his future anything-but-dull antics.
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact matchups#childe x reader#childe genshin impact#childe genshin impact imagines#tartaglia x reader#Lynn's 600
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valentine’s day.
back to you [series masterlist]
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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader
warnings: swearing, pure sweet cheesy af fluff for literally the entire thing
word count: 4.8k lol oops
a/n: eee, here it is! i really hope this lives up to expectations because i really agonized over trying to make this perfect. feedback would be so greatly appreciated.
also shout-out to @myrandom-fandomlife for giving me the help to kickstart my brain and get this written <3
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You felt lighter than you had in weeks.
The semester was going well. Graduation was just a few months away. Your sister Tallie announced she was pregnant, her baby coming in the fall. The only thing that had the potential to turn your mood was Poe, but even that had been going well.
You talked more. You hadn’t been over to his place since he bent you over his table the previous week, but you were talking to him nearly everyday. You texted often and stayed up way too late talking to him. You were enjoying it, but you knew you had to be cautious as you fell deeper into attachment.
With Valentine’s Day just a few days away, you began to wonder if you’d be spending it with Poe. You weren’t together, much to your chagrin for fear of putting your heart on the line and being turned down, but people had sex on Valentine’s Day. Maybe you’d at least get that. You tried not to dwell on it too much, but Poe made it increasingly difficult to not think about it…or him. He had spent the majority of the day sending you the most ridiculous pick-up lines, having heard one that morning at his favorite coffee shop that made him cringe with how bad it was. Whether it was a joke or not, he didn’t know, but he found the most ridiculous ones on the Internet and sent them to you, if anything just to brighten your day and make you laugh.
You had just dropped a book off at the library and were heading towards the university center to meet up with your roommates when a car flashed its brights at you. You stopped when they did it again and it took you a minute to realize it was Poe’s car. You made your way over, hearing the soft whir of his window going down.
“Hey, what’re you doing here?” you asked as you leaned in, the warmth from the car’s heater fanning your face. “I thought you had that mixer thing tonight?”
“I’m on my way, I just had to grab something from my office. Then I saw you and just wanted to say hi.”
You could just see him, the cover of darkness providing the perfect shield for your meeting. The smell of his cologne filled the car and you realized it was different but just as distinctive than the one he wore everyday. You narrowed your eyes when you noticed the tension in his shoulders.
“You don’t want to go, do you?”
“Not really.” He admitted with a humorless laugh.
“Could you skip it? I can’t imagine sucking up to department heads is very fun.”
“It’s not, and as much as I want to, I can’t. Snoke’s retiring and they’re looking to find his replacement before the fall semester. There are a lot of people that will be there that I have to impress if I want to be considered.”
“Do you want to be considered?”
Poe nodded, the knot of nerves in his stomach tightening. “It’s just a rumor right now, but word is that President Organa’s already got a small list of people she’s considering to replace him and I’m on it.”
You gaped, a smile forming on your face.
“Poe, that’s amazing. They’d be stupid not to pick you.” You placed your hand on this shoulder. “You have to get going and I have a move to catch, so neither of us have time to listen to me tell you all the reasons why you’d be the best option, but just know you are. And although I may be a little biased, I’m also usually right.”
Poe smiled appreciatively, the support making him feel a little more ready. Of course he’d talked to his dad and his close friends about it, receiving the same encouragement, but it meant so much coming from you.
“So, what’d you think of the pick-up lines I sent you?” He asked, changing the subject. You giggled.
“I thought they were great but my roommates think you can do better, so we spent an hour after class googling pick-up lines,” you explained, making Poe chuckle warmly. “I’m definitely going to blame you for not getting anything done the rest of the week.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“I did actually like some of them. They were cheesy as hell, but some of them were pretty cute. And the dirty ones were good too.”
“I have one more if you want to hear it.” You nodded enthusiastically. “Do you have any raisins?”
“Did you just say raisins?” you asked incredulously. Poe gave you a pointed look that told you to just answer the question. “Ok fine, um…no?”
“Then how ‘bout a date?”
You threw your head back and barked out a laugh. “That’s a good one. Very smooth.”
“Y/N?”
“Yes?”
“How about a date? Saturday night?”
You froze, unsure if you heard him right, but the way he was observing you with hope told you that you heard every word correct. You couldn’t help the smile that grew bigger with each second you took to process Poe’s words.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.” you repeated with a grin, your smile disappearing when you felt your phone buzzing incessantly in your pocket. With five minutes until the movie started, you knew it was your roommates wondering where you were. You glanced at the clock. “I have to get going and so do you. Try not to die of boredom.”
“I’ll text you.”
“You better.”
You took two steps away from Poe’s car when you decided to turn back. You knocked on the window, giving Poe an apologetic smile when he jumped in surprise. The window rolled down once again and you leaned in to press a gentle kiss on his cheek.
“I can’t wait,” you said softly, taking a few steps back as your cheeks heated up. The way he was smiling at you was turning your insides to mush. “Good luck tonight.”
Poe’s soft gaze stayed on you until he couldn’t see you anymore. If he had room to punch in the air in victory, he would have. Meanwhile, you felt like you were sixteen again, like the boy you had a crush on for months asked you to the big dance. The smile stayed on your face for the entire movie, while the one on Poe’s face lingered for throughout the party.
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Dress warm. I’ll pick you up at 8.
Nervous was an understatement. You paced in the lobby of your apartment building, your hands practically sweating through your gloves.
If this date didn’t go well, that would be it for the two of you.
“Stop psyching yourself out,” Jessika had told you just moments before. “You guys already have this amazing connection, it’s gonna take something short of admitting to a murder for this not to go well.”
She was right, of course, but this wasn’t just any guy. This was Poe, someone you’d come to care for greatly in the last few months.
It had to go well.
Poe pulled up at exactly 8 o’clock and you snuck into his car, speeding off before anyone could see, like an undercover mission. “So, where are we going?”
“You’ll see. It’s not too far from here.”
You narrowed your eyes and studied Poe, looking for any clues in his facial expression that could somehow spill where you were going. He kept his face neutral, a small hint of a smile on his face. “Mysterious. Ok. How’d the mixer go the other night?”
“Good. Not to sound conceited but I think President Organa likes me.”
“Of course she does.”
Poe winked and you rolled your eyes with an amused smirk on your face. The soft music in the car filled the silence, neither of you quite knowing what to say. You wrung your hands in your lap as nervous butterflies flapped around in your stomach.
“You seem nervous.” Poe said, his hand coming off of the steering wheel and covering yours in comfort. You immediately stopped fidgeting.
“Is it weird that I am?” You asked.
“No. I am too.”
Your confession gave him a boost of confidence. He felt he had gone the extra mile to make this night special, to show his true intentions of what he wanted out of this. He hoped you’d see it and want it as much as he did. Knowing you were just as nervous as he was showed you cared about this going well just as much as he did.
He pulled his hand away to steer his car into a parking spot. His was the only car in the lot, not that it was surprising. Cold and dark winter nights didn’t exactly bring a lot of people out to wander around a park for fun. Poe opened his door, but your hand on his arm stopped him. “I’m nervous, but I’m really happy we’re doing this.”
He gave you an easy half smile, the one that made him so effortlessly striking.
“Me too,” he said, covering your hand with his. “Come on.”
You got out of his car and finally realized you were at Canto Park. It was unrecognizable at first due to the darkness of the night and the lack of people, but you recognized the streetlights that lit up the walkways when you got a closer look. Poe handed something to you and it took a minute in the dark to see that they were a pair of skates.
“We’re skating?” you asked in surprise, completely caught off-guard. You were expecting dinner and a movie at his apartment, the options for doing anything together extremely limited. “This is not going to end well, just so you know.”
“You’ll be fine,” Poe assured you. “Have you ever rollerbladed?”
“When I was like thirteen.”
“Then this’ll be fun. I’ll help you.” You couldn’t help but become a little anxious. The chance of you making a fool out of yourself was very high.
The park was eerily quiet but peaceful, the only sound crunching underneath your feet. The man-made ice rink was lit up with bright lights that nearly blinded you with its sharp contrast to the inky black sky.
“I don’t think we’re supposed to be here,” you said with a smirk as you sat down on the bench next to the ice rink. “I’m pretty sure the park closes when it gets dark.”
“Better be prepared to run if we get caught then.”
“I’m flattered you think I’ll be able to skate, let alone run in skates.”
Poe finished tying up his skates and as you tied up your left one, he scooted closer to you and brought your right foot into his lap.
“What’re you doing?” you asked.
“Making sure you tied them right,” he winked. You gave him a dry, sarcastic laugh as he grabbed the foot you had just finished with. With his seal of approval, Poe helped you up and over to the ice. You gripped the wall until you were sure you had your balance. Like riding a bike, the familiar movement of gliding came back, although you wobbled like a newborn colt with fresh legs because it had been nearly ten years since you did anything like this. Poe did a lap around the rink as you glared at him.
“Show-off!” you called after him, hearing him laugh from the other side of the rink. “Let me guess, you played hockey?”
“Only for fun.” Poe answered, slowing down as he approached you. “I was more into music than sports in high school. I was in a band, though.”
“College professor by day, rock star by night? It’s like modern day Indiana Jones. What kind of music did you play?”
Poe smirked at the reference. “Rock, pop, alternative, whatever you want to call it. We called ourselves The Resistance. It’s how I met my friends Finn and Rey. Still best friends to this day.”
“Do you guys still play?”
“Individually maybe, but together no, we left that back in high school. We had a demo of songs that somehow got into the hands of someone over at Skywalker Records, but we weren’t interested.”
“You didn’t want to be a rock star?”
“Sure I did, but I had other things I wanted to do more. Finn and Rey did too.”
“The Air Force?” Poe gave you a curious look. “The tattoo on your back. I recognize the symbol.”
“My dad was in the Air Force. I got the tattoo for him. I almost enrolled right out of high school, but then my dad got sick.” You gave him a sympathetic look. “He’s fine now, but instead of enlisting I went to college and I worked to be able to stay home and help him out.”
“You guys are close.” You observed.
“Very.” He wanted to tell you why, but didn’t want to bring the mood down anymore with the story of his mother. “What about you? Sports, music?”
You told him how you played soccer as a kid through an amateur league in your hometown. You played up until high school, making the varsity team your freshman year but taken out of the game indefinitely during your first game from a severe knee injury. You told him while you loved music, you participated in choir during high school not because you could sing, but so you could hang out with your friends.
While the conversation was entertaining, you stumbling around on the ice was not. Poe thought it was though, as he tried walking you through it step by step, giving you tips on how to keep your balance by focusing on one spot in the distance and not moving your eyes from it. Of course your mind chose Poe to focus on, but every little movement he made, especially when he was close to you, grabbed your attention, which made you unable to concentrate. You were having fun even though you were slightly embarrassed about your lack of coordination. You’d miraculously had not fallen, but you bumped into the wall and crashed into it whenever you had to stop yourself.
“Ok, new idea. Let’s try one more thing.” Poe said, turning so he was facing you. He grabbed your hands to make sure you were steady before moving backwards, pulling you with him. “Don’t look down, eyes on me. Now talk about something.”
“Like what?” You were finding it extremely difficult to focus on anything at all except your hands in Poe’s and the impending doom of rolling your ankle at any second.
“Anything.” He said, turning so he was facing you and skating backwards. “Tell me something not a lot of people know.”
You hummed as you thought about his question. “I seriously considered going to school for photography.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Same reason you’re not a famous musician. I had other dreams and it’s a hard industry to make a career in. It’s probably better as a hobby anyway, I can’t get mad when something doesn’t go right because I’m not under any obligation to be successful.”
“What do you photograph?”
“Anything. I’ve done some senior pictures over the past few summers when I’ve been home. I’ve done some engagement photos, pregnancy announcements. I like to think I’m really good at those black and white hipster photographs of nature and stuff.”
“You’ll have to show me sometime.”
“I always keep my portfolio with me, just in case. I’ll bring it by next time.”
Next time.The promise of a second date. Poe smiled down at you and then looked over your shoulder with a soft chuckle.
“What?” You followed his gaze and your jaw dropped. You had skated from one end of the rink to the other without almost falling. “Oh my god, I made it!” You laughed happily. Poe smiled at your excitement.
“I told you you’d be fine.”
You were practically bouncing in excitement. You pushed forward, gaining speed and catching up with Poe when you suddenly fell onto your butt when your skate hit a loose chunk of ice.
“Damn it, I was doing so well!” You exclaimed, holding your arms out in front of you. “Help me up?”
Poe pulled you up with ease, gripping your forearms when you nearly slipped again.
“You good?”
You nodded with breathless laugh, your eyes meeting his. The sudden urge to kiss him consumed you and you glanced down at his lips. Poe did the same, the air surrounding you standing so close becoming thick. Your feet suddenly came out from underneath you and you ended up on the ice with a hard thump. Poe laughed loudly and you couldn’t help but laugh with him at your clumsiness.
“Ok, I think that’s enough skating for you.” Poe said, holding out his hand. You lay back onto the ice with your eyes closed, arms out on either side of you in defeat.
“Nope, I’m done, not moving. I’ll die here.”
Poe grabbed your arms, hauling you up before crouching down to the ice, urging you to get on his back. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back.”
You hesitated a second before wrapping your arms around his neck. He gripped the back of your thighs tightly as he picked up speed, taking a quick detour to do a lap before taking you back to the bench. You squealed in delight at his sudden burst of speed, the wind whipping your hair. You held on tightly, not letting go until you were being lowered onto the bench. Before you could start unlacing your skates, Poe was doing it for you, being gentle as he slid the skates off in case you hurt your ankle.
“If photography doesn’t work out, I don’t recommend skating as a back-up plan.” Poe teased, and you shoved his chest playfully as you grabbed your boots. You handed Poe his and then the skates, but he pushed them back towards you. “Keep them for next time.”
“You’re going to make me do that again?!”
Poe took your hand and you walked back towards his car, both taking it slow as your legs were exhausted.
“You’ll be a pro by the time I’m done with you.”
You sincerely doubted that, but didn’t want to tell Poe it’d be useless after seeing him so excited to try and teach you. It’s not like you wouldn’t mind trying again if it meant spending more time with Poe.
From relearning how to skate to the conversation, time had flown by and it was nearing ten o’clock. As he drove, you couldn’t help but hope your date wasn’t over despite it getting late. When he took the familiar route to his apartment, you were ecstatic.
He led you inside, itching to grab your hand but knowing there were too many possibilities of someone seeing it. Whether or not they went to school or knew he was a professor and you a student, the night was going too well to risk it. When Poe unlocked his apartment door, your jaw dropped.
The lights to inside were dimmed. A bouquet of roses sat in the middle of the wooden table that had been used not so innocently just last week, with a bottle of wine and two glasses. You scoffed in disbelief as he led you in.
“Wow,” you breathed, still taken aback. “Is this what you did all day?”
“Yeah. I cooked too, if you’re hungry. It just needs to be warmed up.”
You were speechless. Poe had really gone all out. You were secretly happy he had been the one to ask you out and not the other way around, as there was no way you could’ve come up with something to rival what he came up with in a few days. While he dealt with the food, you begged him for something to do to help him out. He insisted he had it but had you open up the bottle of wine.
“Where’s Beebs tonight?” you asked as you twisted the wine opener into the cork, looking around the apartment and not seeing him or any of his toys lying around.
“He’s at a friend’s house.” You glanced up at Poe, giving him a weird look. “No seriously, he’s down the hall at my neighbor Mr. Frick’s. He has a dog named Zorii that Beebs likes to play with. He lives alone, so I think he likes having two dogs to keep him company.”
“Have you done that every time I’ve come over?”
“Sometimes. Other times I usually put him in the guest room when people are here. I love him to death, but he’s nosy. He just gets so excited when people are over and not all of them like him jumping up on them. Not to mention I didn’t want him worried about the noises you were making.”
You understood, having had a dog growing up that had to be kept in a room when you had birthday parties and sleepovers. You were also surprised at how hyper-focused you must’ve been to get Poe naked that you didn’t realize that Beebs hadn’t really been around whenever you were there. You made a mental note to pick up something special for Beebs for being so tolerant of you and Poe’s frequent activities.
You handed Poe a glass, gently clinking yours against his before taking a sip. You noticed he had also lit some candles, adding to the romantic ambiance of his apartment.
“I keep meaning to ask you,” you said as you walked over to a cabinet that held a record player that had caught your eye many times before. “Does this work or is it just for show?”
You waited for an answer, but instead Poe walked over to you, reaching over your shoulder to grab a record. He practically boxed you in, the close proximity of him brushing up against you making you buzz excitedly. He grabbed a record and soon enough the slow strums of an acoustic guitar filled his apartment. Between the flickering candles and the smell of delicious food was filling the apartment, you were in awe.
“Dance with me?”
You set your wine glass down, your heart thundering in your chest. You knew Poe was sweet, but this was turning into the kind of date you thought only existed in movies. You were absolutely swooning and it was only the first date. You’d never been romanced this hard by anyone you dated. You took his outstretched hand and he pulled you into him. The position was familiar, you’d been in this exact stance with him many times, but his touch was soft, not lustful, like he was holding something truly precious. His hand was on your waist, the other holding your hand between your chests, holding you close. Any chill that lingered from your outdoor adventure was long gone. You were warm with adoration.
“What’re you thinking about?” Poe asked softly, bringing your attention back to him.
“The music, the candles, the dancing…it’s all so romantic.”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
“Not at all.” You swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous again. “I just really thought I missed my chance for this.”
Poe pulled back just enough to give you a questioning look.
“I wanted to ask you out last weekwhen you told me about your date,” you confessed, and Poe felt his chest tighten with a little bit of guilt. It read on his face and you shook your head. “Don’t. I should’ve told you not to go, or to go out with me instead, but I chickened out. My feelings have been all over the place the last few weeks and after that night I cried on your couch…”
“Yeah, me too.” He didn’t need to elaborate. You knew he felt the dynamic change that night as well. “Since we’re being honest, I only agreed to that date to try and forget how much I was thinking about you. This whole arrangement we have—“
“Not really working for me anymore,” you interrupted, Poe nodding his head in agreement. “But this? This is what I want. Even if I come out of this with a bruised ass.”
“I could say something about bruises on your ass, but we’re having a nice moment.”
Your shoulders shook with quiet laughter, your head dropping down onto Poe’s chest. He hugged you to him once again, his cheek resting against your head.
“Did you have fun tonight?” Poe asked, his tone suddenly unsure. You looked up at him concernedly. “Even though you fell a bunch of times?”
You went to answer him, but he kept talking.
“I know we don’t have a lot of options for dates because we’re technically not allowed to date, but—“
You put your free hand on his cheek, silencing him and bringing his attention down to you.
“This was the best first date I’ve ever been on,” you assured him and he smiled softly as your thumbs gently ran over his cheeks. “And it’s ok if we don’t have options. We’ll make it work. I just want to be with you.”
Poe let go of your hand, allowing his to fall at your waist. His eyes searched yours, brown eyes sparkling with warmth from the candles looking for any hint that you didn’t mean it. He found none and you stood up on your tiptoes, guiding yourself to him with the hand on his cheek, meeting his lips at the same time as he met yours.
He’d never kissed you like this before. Your lips molded together perfectly, already familiar with one another, but it was soft and light with nothing behind it except being in the moment. It took your breath away. You pulled away at the same time and it took you a minute for you to open your eyes.
The beeping of the oven pulled you apart. You reluctantly let go of Poe, grabbing your wine glass while Poe dished up the food. He suggested eating on the couch instead and your achy muscles couldn’t have agreed more. You made yourself comfortable on his couch as Poe ran to get Beebs before it got much later, both of you having severely lost track of the time. Although the dog was happy to see you again, he ran right into Poe’s room to sleep, tuckered out from a night of playing with another dog.
It didn’t surprise you that Poe was a decent cook and you made sure to let him know as you ate. How he managed to plan everything from the date to the food, you had no idea.
“You said earlier that you and Finn and Rey might still play individually. Do you?”
Poe shrugged. “Occasionally. I find myself mostly playing when I get really stressed. It’s relaxing.”
“Do you play for Beebs?”
“No, but he’ll sometimes lay next to me while I play, so I guess maybe a little bit.”
“Will you play for me?”
“Someday.” Poe was already thinking through all the different songs he could sing to you.
“So you skate, you cook, supposedly sing, and dance. What can’t you do?”
“Water ski.” Poe answered and you gasped theatrically, which turned into a loud laugh. “I’m serious! I’ve never been able to stand up.”
“I’ll teach you. It won’t hurt as bad as ice skating.”
Poe moved the dishes onto the coffee table, bringing your legs into his lap.
“Will you stay tonight?” Poe asked, giving your leg a squeeze. “No sex on the first date, I promise. We’ll do this right. There have been too many times I’ve wanted you to stay but didn’t ask you. But if you don’t want to, I’ll take you home.”
“I want to stay.”
You and Poe, on his couch, found yourself in the same position you were in a few weeks prior, except sadness and anger were replaced with adoration and bliss and neither of you were holding anything back. You stayed up until the early hours of the morning, just talking. With how much you knew about each other, it felt more like a sixth date than a first date. It was truly amazing how smooth the this transition was, from just sex to dating.
Like you were meant to be doing it all along.
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Some Smut Fics
1. Shape of You. Yuri is moving to St. Petersburg and Victor is far too excited to show him everything and spoil his Katsudon on his home turf.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/9429881/chapters/21340928
2. Crazy for a Sharp Dressed Man. Victor loves watching Yuuri when he's wearing a suit. He loves peeling it, layer by layer, from Yuuri's body at the end of the evening. But first, he's got to make it through Yuuri's first sporting awards ceremony, and it promises to be the longest evening of his life to date.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11612637
3. Love Hotels & Instagram https://archiveofourown.org/series/623852
4. it's the sunrise (and those brown eyes). Viktor can't remember what it was like to wake up without Yuuri's comforting, warm presence in his bed.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/12241545
5. Snowbound: A Tale of Eros and the Ice Prince. It’s Christmas – and Victor’s birthday – and Yuuri and Victor decide to spend it in Saint Petersburg. When a massive snowstorm knocks out the power, Victor decides to pass the time by telling Yuuri a story; a Tale of Eros and the Ice Prince.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8963332
6. Patterns. Yuri began noticing, not long after his and Viktor's relationship took on a more... sexual tone... that Viktor has an interesting habit of wearing different colored heels with different types of scenes.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20987312
7. the nuclear option. Victor is surprised that Yuri agrees to a fancy date night out. Usually he has to be really cute and plead a lot, but Yuri seems inclined to indulge him for once.
"Sure," says Yuri. "Why not? We haven't been out for a while, have we?" He smiles sweetly up at Victor. "I have a half day, right? If you can get dressed at the rink, I'll meet you there.
"In retrospect, Victor should have been more suspicious.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/12367266
8. one is silver. There is, it turns out, more than one use for an Olympic medal.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/14004198
9. There's No Wrong Way To Eat A Victor.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16785283
10. i'll worship like a dog. very very soft body worship between two very very soft boys
https://archiveofourown.org/works/10080338
11. UTC plus nine. Victor is the master of nudes. Yuuri is easy.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/10636161
12. Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy. When Victor receives a cowboy hat from a fan, Yuuri may or may not want to devastate him.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11377662
13. Patience. Yuuri isn't a morning person, but that doesn't mean Viktor can't still have some fun.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/12918732
14. at your service. Five thousand words of service sub Victor, plus some sex.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/9607346
15. The Magic Eight Ball(s). Victor and Yuuri get a gift from Chris, of a magic eight ball that suggests sexual positions rather than answering questions. They decide to try one... or all.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15508557
16. Elements https://archiveofourown.org/series/651776
#Yuri on ice#YOI#yoi fanfic#yoi fic#yuuri katsuki#yuri katsuki#Viktor Nikiforov#victor nikiforov#yuuri x victor#viktor x yuuri#victuri#viktuuri#victuuri
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(not so) failed date
word count: 1.025
genre: just a lot of fluff sksks
pairing: kim junmyeon x reader
author’s note: okay! this is my secret valentine for @myeoning-call . sorry that it’s so late but i hope you had a happy valentine’s! (and now i sit here in the corner wondering if this is horrible bc i don’t like it but idk JDHGSGANXIETY)
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“No way—“ your breath hitches in your throat as you scan the vast lake that’s been decorated with cute valentine’s knick knacks here and there. The top of the lake is frozen over and you stare in shock (and a little jealous) as the little kids, the families, the friends, skate over the ice like second nature.
“Why? You don’t like it?” Your head turns to the side, forgetting for a moment that you’re on a date, with your boyfriend. He said it’d be a surprise but you never thought he’d pick an ice rink of all the places. Then again, ice rinks did seem romantic, a little more Christmas-y but its never too late to play in the snow. So, that just means you were not expecting to be thrown out that easily.
“No, I’m just—uh—suddenly not feeling well...?” You sputtered, as you avoided eye contact with him. He really didn’t need to know the real reason why. That’s just plain embarrassing. However, as always, your all-knowing boyfriend (at least when it comes to you) narrows his eyes, and you’re really hoping he’d just drop it and take you somewhere else. You were on a date, and he did say it would be a surprise, and normally you love surprises They were fun, exciting, and wholly unpredictable!
But you did not like surprises that ended in you with a broken head or anything of the sort.
“Um, Jun, can we just go somewhere else, my legs are kind of cramping and—?”
His eyes widen before he chuckles. Gosh darn it, why did he have to be so smart, he saw right through you. “Aw, is this Y/N’s first time at an ice rink?” He teases, as he pokes you on your shoulder.
You swat his hand away and sternly decline. “No, it’s not.”
You look up to him seeing a smirk crawling on to his face. “Then why are you all blushy? You’re embarrassed aren’t you?” You scowl, the tease looks excited.
You turn your head to the side, realizing that your face was really hot, and cross your arms maybe out of defense from his confrontation, or maybe from the cold. No one will ever know. “I am not.”
“Aw, it’s okay, everyone has something they’re not good at.” He pokes you a few more times earning him another glare.
“Let’s just go somewhere else.”
“I don’t want to,” he whines, dragging out the last syllable before going around you, placing his hands on your shoulders (you paused if and only because you thought he was about to console you) and started pushing you along to the entrance.
A stream of very polite words exit your mouth, as you try to get out from his steel-like hold, but you give up when you turn your face and see how happy he looks.
You meet his eyes over your shoulder as he halts. “Oh, why’d you stop?”
He loosened his hold. You took your chance and ripped yourself away from him, dashing towards the car. Maybe you could outrun him, but then again, you remembered how athletic you are, and crossed the option out of your mind.
You got farther than you thought though, before your boyfriend tackled you, sending you both tumbling into the snow. Some got in your eyes and mouth and your spluttering before you open your eyes, met with those warm eyes, that you know like none others. (And here you are thinking that Junmyeon was a very protective, loveable, and boyfriend-like boyfriend. You know, the ones that don’t tackle their own girlfriends to the floor).
You evade eye contact at all costs, coughs suddenly racking out of you (maybe because his limbs were on top of you and you could feel everything, or not) and if you didn’t feel yourself blushing before, you were definitely now.
Your eyes met with his however much you tried to evade him, his nose just a few inches away from your own before he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.
To other people, you would be considered a dying and tomato red girlfriend. Great condition for Valentine’s day dates. To you, you also felt like a dying and tomato red girlfriend.
You scramble away from him, thankfully without anything else happening, your cold fingers against your cheeks so that they wouldn’t be so red, but to no avail.
Junmyeon stands up from next to you, and you take a glance at him. The jerk. He’s not even blushing, at all.
You start walking to the car again, and he follows you, thankfully, and in between the fights your having with yourself, you turn and stop right in front of him. He looks down at you in confusion, and you look at him.
He points his thumb back in question. “You want to go ba—?”
You grab his shoulder, and stand on your toes, to press a kiss to his lips. A gentle one, but more than just the one he gave you a minute ago. Pulling back, you smile, seeing his cheeks flush, and the tips of his ears sticking out from his hat, redden. That’s better.
You intertwine your fingers with his and look up to meet his goofy smile, with a small one of your own. His large hand covers yours, and you're thankful for the warmth, as you swing your arms together on the chilly Valentine’s day.
Bonus:
He snickers, turning the ignition. “Is it really your first time at an ice rink?”
“No!”
He turns to you, a stupid smirk plastered on his face. “Really?”
“It’s my... second.”
He bursts out laughing as he backs the car out and you hit his shoulder.
“You’re an idiot,” You mutter, defensively crossing your arms over your chest.
“But I’m your idiot.”
A smile blooms on your face, as you reach up and ruffle his hair. He squawks, indignantly.
“Ew, that’s gross.”
“You’re gross.”
So it might’ve not been the best date ever, but that’s okay. As long as it was with him (no one tell him though, he’d never let you live it down), you’d be fine.
#exowritersnet#exosecretvalentine19#suho x reader#suho scenario#suho oneshot#suho fic#suho fanfic#exo fic#exo fanfiction#exo fanfic#exo scenario#its been so long that i wrote something i forgot how to tag skssks#my writing
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Just gonna be an early bird for a Christmas themed request;; soo~ headcanons (separately) of how the Seijou third years (bc we all love em)+ Futakuchi + Taichi: would spend Christmas Eve (indoors/outdoors/dates/etc) with fem reader? Thanks!
Yay, right on time!! I wish everyone a merry Christmas and a wonderful holiday 💞💞 Thank you for requesting, I hope you like the outcome ~
Seijou third years, Futakuchi and Kawanishi spending Christmas Eve with their girlfriend
Oikawa
Okay first of all, you would have most likely to remind him that Christmas was happening. He’s really busy and looses track of time easily when he's stressed, and let’s be honest, we know what it is that is keeping him busy and apparently distracts him from reality. So when you ask him, if he wants to spend Christmas with you he reacts surprised at first, talking about how it couldn't be Christmas already. Oikawa ponders at first, but ultimately agrees upon seeing the look on your face that’s telling him that there’s no way you would let him ditch you on Christmas for a sport.
Of course he’s excited to spend the holidays with you, no doubt. Sometimes it might seem like he prioritizes volleyball over you, and he definitely has done that before, but he’s also very understanding and acknowledges that he’s too focused on his it and shouldn't neglect you.
He quickly thinks of various ways you could spend the holidays together. He wants it to be perfect, especially since he almost forgot about you it, and therefore plans everything thoroughly.
Oikawa usually spends Christmas with his family so he would simply ask you, if you'd like to join them, and even if it gets late, he wouldn't prefer not to stay over night.
The two of you only stay for a few hours, exchanging gifts and having a little chit chat with everyone before you bid your goodbyes and leave. Oikawa takes you to your favorite restaurant/café/bar etc. and after your stomach es are filled with delicious foods you slowly make your way home, or his place to be precise.
He surely enjoyed seeing his family and talking with everyone, but at the end of the day he want to spend the last few hours or minutes of his Christmas Eve with you, and only you.
Iwaizumi
He, too, would invite you over to spend the evening with his family, but unlike Oikawa he would want do do something different before heading over to his parents place. Like, eating out or meeting up with a group of friends. If it gets too late he might suggest for the two of you to stay over night (his family would be delighted) .
Usually Iwaizumi is a little embarrassed about his family, because they’re sometimes very eager and overly friendly, so he wouldn't really make that suggestion until he is assured that you feel comfortable around his family.
After a cheerful dinner comes the night and the two of you end up laying in bed, talking about the evening's event and other topics for a while before you eventually fall asleep.
The breakfast the following morning is just as cheerful and Iwaizumi's family doesn't fail to make you feel like you're a part of them, even if you haven't visited or seen them a lot before.
Hanamaki
While he does want to spend most of the day with you, it’s not until 3 or 4pm that you get to see him. Hanamaki's time management isn't the best and he looses track of time almost every year, forgetting about Christmas and therefore he has to do last minute present-shopping only a few days before Christmas Eve. If it's really bad he might even have to go on the 24th. Hanamaki will ask you, if you would be interested to tag along (because he trusts in you taste in literally anything), but would understand if you didn’t want to go or would like to spend your time otherwise.
Hanamaki would rather have an outdoor date with you, knowing that most people prefer to stay at home and spend the evening with their families and/or beloved ones, he sees it as an advantage. Unfortunately, there’s not a lot of activities you can do outside on Christmas Eve.
Your outdoor date is only short-lived, spending your time walking around the city, talking and laughing together, and sitting down in one of your favorite cafés, and if possible he will most definitely take you to the local ice rink.
If there’s something like a Christmas-market in town, even better. The booths are open until evening and you could comfortably take a stroll down the market, enjoying various sweet and savory snacks and watching all the pretty light decorations.
After your little outside adventure you would be heading back to either of your places, letting the evening end with some delicious takeout food, your exchange of gifts, a cringy Christmas rom-com and lots of cuddles.
Matsukawa
I imagine that M has a pretty big family, which usually gets together on special occasions like Christmas, New Years Eve etc. so I think it really depends on Matsukawa and if he’s mentally ready for a noisy holiday. If you’ve been in a relationship for a while and already met his family he would probably invite you to spend the holidays with them, but if you weren’t familiar with them yet he definitely wouldn’t use Christmas Eve as an opportunity to introduce you to them (way too risky).
If he decides to spend Christmas with his family (including you) he makes sure you know what to expect from a Christmas dinner at the Matsukawa’s and that would be loud cousins, arguing uncles, nagging moms etc. With that in mind you head over to his aunt’s place, where most special dinners and celebrations are held (don’t ask me why). The journey is exhausting, because you traveled with an enormous amount of presents, but every struggle is forgotten when you’re warmly welcomed by the whole family.
So you spend your Christmas Eve inside, chatting and dining with your lover and his family, and while the evening is a lot of fun and the gift exchange makes you as excited as a little child, by the end of the night you realize just how tiring it was. Ultimately the two of you bid your goodbyes after a long and tiring, yet fun evening and head home to end Christmas Eve with some wine (it’s gotta be fancy ok) and lots of kisses.
If Matsukawa would prefer to spend Christmas even with only you it would most likely be inside your home, the cozy and familiar environment Matsukawa feels most comfortable in.
I'd say a home cooked meal (made by the both of you because cooking together is cute) and a broad selection of Christmas movies would do it.
Kawanishi
Just like Hanamaki he does some last minute Christmas shopping, not because he forgot about the time, but rather because he was simply feeling too lazy and therefore delayed it, day by day, until it was already Christmas. You probably would have to remind him to buy presents and get ready for Christmas, otherwise it the holidays might just completely pass by him.
Instead of spending Christmas Eve with his family or friends Kawanishi would much rather have it be only the two of you. He really doesn't need Christmas, or any other holiday, to be a big, special celebration. He's just low-key like that.
He’s open to any ideas on how to spend the evening together though. Because as long as it’s time spent with you, it doesn’t really matter what you do. He's just in for some quality time with his beloved girlfriend.
One thing he would totally be up for it baking. Cake, cinnamon rolls, cookies, gingerbread, you name it. He just loves baking Christmas goods, it's something he did a lot with his parent as a child and it somehow stuck with him. Whenever Christmas time comes around the corner he will bake tons of cookies and other delicious goods. He doesn't really want anyone to know about it though, because he finds it embarrassing, so he tries to avoid mentioning it around his friends.
Futakuchi
He would definitely take you out on Christmas Eve. Though visiting his family is an option he prefers to spend Christmas Eve with you alone or with a small group of his closest friends.
Futakuchi would totally be up for a secret Santa event, actually he would be the one proposing it, but only because he want to get people gag presents, something funny or even slightly disgusting.
You didn't make any plans for the holidays beforehand, mostly because whenever you asked Futakuchi, if he had any suggestions or if he wanted to do anything in particular you got “I don’t know, let’s talk about it later.” as an answer, and guess what, you didn’t talk about it later.
Still, Futakuchi is a very spontaneous person to begin with so he will definitely come up with something fun to do (yeah he's not really the most romantic person). So he suggests to hang out with some of your guys friends, eating out and chatting with them. Cause the more the merrier, right?
The two of you arrive at home way past midnight so there's not really much time to do anything, not that you necessarily would want to, considering that you two would probably be tired as hell after a bustling evening with your friends. Thus you head for the bed almost immediately, lazily throwing your clothes into a random corner and hastily washing up before slipping under the warm comfort of your blankets.
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a very special handshake and other important routines
In which Geno knows for a fact that Sid is the absolute best.
A/N: Hi! Remember me? I am still working on a number of other things that have all decided to be difficult, so I wrote this to get me unstuck. And I thought I'd share it, because it was fun to write, so here, have it! :)
“Me three years Superleague,” Geno says, and Sid laughs. It sounds like a goose honking. And he lets Geno go out onto the ice last.
Geno is happy, and once again pleasantly surprised by how nice Sid is. He knows it’s a big deal. He doesn’t quite understand how big a deal until he gets to know Sid a little better.
Hockey players are superstitious by nature and their routines don’t change for the most part, unless absolutely necessary. Geno tapes his stick from the toe up, his left skate must be sharpened first, and he goes out onto the ice last.
So does Sid. And he lets Geno have that spot without argument.
They create their own special handshake instead. It seems to be good enough for Sid as a substitute for an important old routine. Which, once Geno really thinks about it, is pretty amazing. But then, Sid is pretty amazing.
“You settling in okay?” Sid asks after practice the next day. Gonch translates it for Geno.
Geno pauses, tempted to give his answer to Gonch in Russian and have him tell Sid that he’s glad to be here and that everything is good, but it’s Sid, and he doesn’t think Sid minds him taking a while to work it out by himself. “Good,” he manages finally. “I...like.”
Sid smiles so widely at him, Geno thinks maybe he’ll try English a little more often. For Sid. Sid will be patient with him. He feels a lot less embarrassed about his halting English around Sid.
Geno makes an effort after that. To talk to Sid more, to be around him more. Because he’s always liked making friends and he has a feeling that Sid with his easy smile and funny laugh and kind heart is a very good friend to have. Every time Sid grins at him across the locker room, Geno feels a little less lonely. A little less like the weird new kid nobody quite knows what to make of yet.
All the guys are nice to him. And he hopes he’ll become friends with all of them. But Sid...it’s easy to trust him. He feels safe. He makes Geno feel comfortable and at ease. So Geno sticks close to him and Sid lets him.
“Dinner?” Sid asks after practice.
Geno nods. “Yes,” he says. “Okay.”
It’s become a bit of their thing, going out for dinner just the two of them. Geno thinks Sid has caught onto the fact that Geno talks more, and also more freely when they’re by themselves, and wants to give him the opportunity to practice his English.
Geno is pretty sure he has more than just a little crush on his new friend, but even if Sid is just being nice, just wanting to hang out, that’s okay, too. Geno didn’t come here for anything else, after all. He just wants to play hockey.
And be with Sid all the time. But it looks like maybe he can have both.
“Let’s meet at seven,” Sid says after practice, and Geno smiles and nods eagerly.
“Yes,” he says.
Sid slaps his shoulder and walks off.
Geno heads for the showers and thinks about what he wants to eat tonight.
Dinner goes from being a couple-of-times-a-week thing to a pretty-much-every-night-they’re-in-Pittsburgh thing. When they’re not away on a road trip, Sid picks Geno up for dinner and they hang out and eat and talk, and then Sid drops Geno off again and they repeat the same thing again the next day.
“Maybe next season...get house,” Geno tells Sid over pasta at their favourite restaurant, and Sid smiles.
“Yeah? You want to buy one?”
Geno nods. “Want...dog. Need house for dog.”
“That sounds nice,” Sid says. “A house and a dog. Are you gonna invite me for dinner at your house so I can see your dog?”
Geno laughs. “Maybe,” he says, then pauses, sorting the words carefully in his head. “You...want house, too?”
Sid makes a face and shrugs. “I mean, yeah? I guess. Eventually. But I don’t like being by myself all the time. I think I’m gonna wait until -” He looks down at his plate, and his cheeks are a little red when he looks back up at Geno. “Until I meet someone.”
Geno wants to offer Sid to just move in with him next season, but he knows what Sid means with “meeting someone,” and even if Geno maybe wouldn’t mind being that someone, he knows that’s not really an option. “Until girlfriend?” he asks.
Sid’s face falls a little, but he nods his head. “I guess,” he says, and Geno smiles and nudges Sid’s foot with his own under the table.
“You meet soon,” he says, because he wants to cheer Sid up. “You best. Everybody want. I know.”
Sid doesn’t look convinced, and there’s something a little sad around his eyes through the rest of dinner.
But the next day at the rink he pats Geno on the shoulder just as usual and his smile is back and Geno stops worrying so much about maybe having said something wrong.
Sid being out with a sprained ankle is hard, not just because Geno misses him like crazy, but also because he worries about him. He knows Sid must miss playing hockey and being around the guys. And being injured is never fun.
He wishes he could still hang out with Sid, but of course Sid can’t drive them to dinner with a sprained ankle and Geno doesn’t really feel brave or confident enough yet to just stop by the Lemieux’s house and ask to see Sid.
It takes him a week to finally gather his nerves, and even then he goes over the words a hundred times in his head on his way over on an off day.
“Hello,” he says, as a kid — Stephanie — opens the door. “Can I visit Sid?”
She shrugs and waves him inside. “Sure,” she says. “He’s upstairs. I’ll show you.”
“Thank you,” he says carefully, and follows her. He’s relieved, because that was a lot easier than he’d feared, but he still hopes this is okay. Maybe he should have asked Sid first if he wanted visitors at all.
She knocks on a door and Geno hears Sid’s voice calling out “come in!” and his treacherous heart is already speeding up, excitement over seeing Sid making him feel fluttery and a little nervous.
Sid is sitting on a couch in what looks to be the guest suite he’s occupied as his home. He has his foot propped up on the coffee table and there’s a hockey game on. He turns down the sound of the TV, then switches it off completely when he looks up and sees Geno.
“Hey,” he says, and Geno doesn’t think he’s imagining the happy surprise in Sid’s voice. “Geno! What are you doing here?”
Geno hears the door click shut again and they’re alone, and he sits down on the couch next to Sid and grins at him. “Maybe little bit miss you,” he says, and Sid blushes.
“Oh,” he says. “I...missed you, too. I guess.”
Geno wants to take his hand, but instead he gestures at the TV. “Keep watch game, if you want,” he says.
“No, no, we can -” Sid starts, then breaks off. “Uh. What did you want to do?”
Geno thinks about it. Because he didn’t really want anything. He just wanted to be where Sid was. But he doesn’t think he should tell him that. “Nothing,” he settles on. “No hockey today. I think...hang out.”
Sid seems okay with that. “Okay,” he says, and turns the TV back on. “We can watch another game, if you want. This one’s from last night.”
“No, I like,” Geno says, and Sid settles back into the couch and Geno sits as close as he dares, and he feels better..
When he gets ready to leave that evening, Sid looks up at him, unbearably cute with his curling hair and his bare feet on the coffee table and his shorts that have definitely seen better days. “You can come over after practice tomorrow, if you want,” he says. “I’ll even make you dinner.”
Geno frowns. “Not make dinner,” he says. “Not...walk. Not hurt foot.”
Sid laughs. “It’s okay, G,” he says. “I can manage.”
“I come over,” Geno says. “But I cook.”
Sid looks surprised, but in a good way. “You don’t have to,” he says. “But...yeah, either way, just come over and we’ll figure it out then.”
Geno is determined that there won’t be anything to figure out, he will cook and Sid will stay on the couch and rest his ankle. But he doesn’t say so now. He squeezes Sid’s shoulder and smiles, and he’s glad he decided to visit today.
There’s a small kitchenette in Sid’s suite. Maybe he’ll try to make him something nice. Nothing too complicated. He likes cooking well enough, but he doesn’t really have a lot of practice yet. And he wants to make sure Sid likes it.
So their dinner dates continue, even with Sid out injured. Not dates, Geno reminds himself. Just...friend-dates, maybe.
He appreciates Sid letting him spend so much time at his place — it’s definitely good for his English, if nothing else, and Sid knows he’s not comfortable talking to too many people at once yet. He’s grateful that Sid is putting up with him like this. And he tries to show his appreciation by doing as many little things for him as possible while he’s there. They don’t eat with the Lemieux’s when Geno is over because Sid seems to sense that Geno doesn’t want to, and in return Geno takes it upon himself to be in charge of dinner. He also does the dishes. He gets Sid a hoodie from his bedroom when he’s cold. He gets ice packs for Sid’s foot which Sid insists isn’t even really necessary anymore at this point, but Geno figures it can’t hurt. He just wants to thank Sid for being such a good friend.
It takes a little while, but eventually Sid is back at practice, and then playing games again, and everyone is so glad to have him back, but Geno most of all. He’s grown so fond of all the little things Sid does — from his pregame sandwich to watching his taped sticks like a hawk so nobody can touch them. And he’s struck again by the realisation that Sid has so many rituals and routines that are fixed and unwavering, and yet he gave Geno that last spot in line when they walk out onto the ice to play hockey.
Sid catches Geno looking at him and raises his eyebrows questioningly. Geno shakes his head and smiles at his feet and doesn’t know what his heart is even doing. It’s hard not to love the best person he’s ever met, so he supposes he’s just going to have to get used to the feeling.
“Where are you going?” Sid asks, as Geno is heading in the opposite direction from him after morning skate. “My car is over there.”
Geno looks at him. “Huh?”
“Oh.” Sid’s eyes widen slightly. “Sorry. I just assumed — you wanna come over and have a late lunch?”
“Yes,” Geno says, before he can even stop himself. It’s always going to be yes, yes to everything that Sid is willing to give him, and he’ll be the best friend he knows how to be in exchange.
He’s sitting on Sid’s couch after lunch and he knows he should get going, because there’s a lot of day left yet and he doesn’t want to overstay his welcome. He’s pretty tired after a game last night and then skate this morning, and he knows Sid must be, too.
But when he says so, Sid looks at him, confused. “You don’t have to leave,” he says. “I mean...if you want to go take a nap, yeah. Sorry. Of course. I don’t want to -”
“I’m not need nap,” Geno assures him. “I think maybe you want.”
“I want you to stay,” Sid says, a little too quickly, and his cheeks go red as Geno looks at him. “I mean -”
“I stay,” Geno promises. “If you want, I always stay.”
“You don’t have to,” Sid says. “Sorry. I’m being weird today.”
“Not weird,” Geno says. “I’m want stay.”
“Okay,” Sid says, and his smile is so soft and happy and Geno feels bold enough to ask the question that’s been on his mind for weeks now.
“Sid?”
“Yeah?”
“Why you let me go last?”
Sid rubs his neck and lets out a short laugh. “Oh, uh, I mean…” He clears his throat. “I wanted you to feel welcome here.”
“Yes,” Geno says, “You do many things to make me feel like home.”
Sid shrugs and doesn’t quite look at him as he speaks. “I guess I just kinda like you,” he says. “You know. A lot.”
“Like?” Geno asks, and his voice comes out a little hoarse.
“Sorry,” Sid says, and Geno frowns.
“Why sorry?”
Sid finally meets his eyes, studies his face carefully, and whatever he sees there must reassure him.
Geno sits very still as Sid leans forward, resting one hand gently on Geno’s thigh. Sid shifts closer another few inches and Geno covers Sid’s hand with his own and meets him halfway, pressing their lips together in a kiss that’s so soft, so sweet it makes his heart jump in his chest, his breath stuttering as he pulls back.
Sid keeps his eyes closed for a long second before he flickers them open, and the look on his face is half stunned, half deliriously happy. The smile that spreads across his face is Geno’s favourite, a little crooked, eyes squinting almost all the way closed.
“I guess I’m not sorry, then,” Sid says.
“Then kiss again,” Geno demands, grinning.
Sid laughs and complies. Geno wraps his arms around him and holds him close. This is so much more than he hoped for. And with Sid, he has a feeling it’s going to get even better yet.
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Morning Musume ‘17 as Girlfriends
Fukumura Mizuki- She’s your childhood friend and you’ve known her since you two were cute, lil, small children. You guys watched each other grow up and took your relationship further by dating. You guys have the “best friends relationship” You guys know basically everything about each other and most people think you two are a good match.
Ikuta Erina- She’s a tough nut to crack but she opened up to you. You guys started off not so well but once you to got to know each other, her sensitive side slowly started to show. She only acts cute in front of you but in public she acts all ikemen and flirts with other girls just for fun. You guys get in fights sometimes but simple romantic gestures make her turn back to normal.
Iikubo Haruna- She’s always trying to get you into anime and manga and always makes you laugh. She’s always looking out for you and you guys look out for each other. When you spend time with each other, you guys laugh until you guys can’t breathe. You always buy her manga and anime merch for her because her otaku side is way too adorable that you can’t help yourself.
Ishida Ayumi- She’s so dorky and easy to tease you can’t help yourself. Whenever you make her pout it’s just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Her dancing never ceases to amaze you. One day she asked you to practice with her and you were so bad that she decided to give you dance lessons. You guys have been dancing together ever since. So you guys are not just a couple but dance partners as well.
Sato Masaki- She’s outgoing and always wants to go on dates, because she just loves spending time with you. She’s so cute you laugh at all her jokes, even the ones that aren’t that funny make you giggle because they’re coming from her. Maybe the gifts she gets you for your birthday or your anniversary seems a bit odd at first, but it’s obvious it came straight from the heart and it makes the gift very treasurable.
Kudo Haruka- The popular girl who both boys and girls chase after, and you’re amazed that she chose you out of all her options. She’s seems like a rebel on the outside, always kabedon-ing you and such, but deep down she’s a huge sweetheart and cares for you deeply. Might kabedon you in public, but kisses you on the cheek all the time when it’s just the two of you.
Oda Sakura- She’s the queen of selfies but also the queen of your heart. You guys always shop for clothes together and she looks good in everything. You guys also do a lot of karaoke and her voice blows you away every time. By the end of the day you guys just lie on the couch or bed and cuddle. She sings you to sleep when you can’t fall asleep.
Nonaka Miki- You guys usually always go for American food on dates and shop for different snacks and sweets to try out. She loves studying English with you but sometimes you get so bored you fall asleep. You once surprised her with a trip to Alabama and she was so happy that she squealed so loud that the neighbors complained.
Makino Maria- She was once a very cute ambitious little girl but then she turned into the sexy independent woman. Before she would be very cutesy but now she now she is very bold and you can see it through her fashion sense.
Haga Akana- She was very shy during dates at first but she just started to come out of her shell. You guys take your relationship very slowly but surely. Whenever you guys watch scary movies she always clings onto you. She’s very clingy in public and will always hold your hand.
Ogata Haruna- She loves going to the ice rink with you and figure skating. After ice skating you guys get hot cocoa and talk about random stuff such as food and restaurants you guys would like to try out.
Yokoyama Reina- She was your new neighbor and you thought she was pretty cute so you made the first move. You introduced yourself at her doorstep and showed her around town. After that you took her out a few more times, got to know her and then asked her out. You guys have been dating for only a few weeks and so far you guys both are really happy.
Kaga Kaede- She is the sporty and cool girl in your class. You guys knew each other existed ever since kindergarten but never really got to know each other. One day she decided to start talking to you and she really surprised you. After being very good friends for a while, she finally asked you out.
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okok so your bachelor au is really funny and cute?? so if you have the time/desire you should definitely write it (or have one of your Cool Writer Friends like RC write it)
so, the first day/group date after the Night That Yuuri Forgot (though he gets to relive it months later, watching the premiere through his fingers on Victor’s couch when it airs, a week after partially moving in) is at an ice skating rink.
“we thought it would be cool to establish that you’re this world famous figure skater, so you know, we’ll give you the cue when they enter and you can maybe do some fancy jumps,” victor says, disregarding how hungover and miserable yuuri feels and probably looks while he’s being fitted for a microphone. he’s used to wearing tight outfits in competition, but the costume department (despite taking some pretty invasive measurements) thinks he is roughly two sizes smaller and has fitted him in workout pants that are almost sheer with how tight they are over his ass, and he’s almost positive they’ll have to blur things out in broadcast. “then maybe you can skate over and--we have a few options for you here--say something like, ‘i’d like to get to know you, but also i need to see who can keep up with me.’”
“that’s uh,” yuuri says, fiddling with the thumbholes of his hoodie, “a little aggressive for me. i don’t know if i could say that.”
“oh?” victor says, kind of surprised. after the initial stage fright last night, yuuri had opened up and tugged a few guys down by their ties to speak to them, had sat in the laps of multiple suitors and played with their hair, leaned into one’s neck and told him so softly the mic barely picked it up: wow, you smell nice, i could stay here all night. yuuri seemed pretty confident and very aggressive. victor had thought it would fit his character. but he’s been in this game for a long time, he can roll with yuuri’s punches, even if he doesn’t quite understand them. (but by leaning into yuuri’s strangeness, the dying flame that’s been starving for years inside him is coaxed back to life so suddenly it almost gives him a stroke.) “well, we have these other options here, too--”
most of the men competing for yuuri’s heart have never stepped foot in a skating rink before, and watching them try to impress yuuri without eating shit is amazing. but in the early hours when they’re trying to take a few establishing shots, watching yuuri skate by himself is even better. he’s music personified, inhabiting everything that comes over the speakers, whether it’s classical or shitty pop. victor lets out a few cheers. “beautiful!” he yells at yuuri after he lands a small jump, spins in tight, gorgeous circles. “amazing!”
yuuri seems shy and skates to the furthest point away from victor that he can on the rink every time, chin tucked into his neck like he’s trying to burrow inside himself. he stays that way for a bit as they film the mens’ arrival and initial interactions at the rink too, and normally victor would be cursing internally at how little material they’re getting and be talking with phichit and mila and sala about maybe orchestrating some drama to make a dull group date seem interesting, but he’s just so fascinated.
yuuri comes out of his shell a little more when helping some of the guys who can’t skate worth a damn get off their asses and shows them how to stand on the ice without hurting themselves. he has a surprisingly gentle demeanor and victor catches himself frowning as he watches yuuri skate past backwards holding onto georgi popovich’s (25, commercial banker) hands. yuuri has a nice laugh too, which echoes through the arena at yuri plisetsky’s (”yurio,” 21, former US gymnast) antics across the ice. yuri’s one of the few, as well as jean-jacques leroy (”J.J.,” 28, male model) and christophe giacometti (25, luxury real estate agent) who can actually skate, and he shows off by winding around the less fortunate men in such a dizzying, terrifying way it sends them crashing into the boards. he seems to be trying to impress yuuri like a kid on the playground pulling pigtails, awkward and cold, but he wins the group date challenge by managing to collect the most flowers the production team scatters all over the rink and present yuuri with a bouquet in under a minute. he’ll be fun to watch, victor thinks.
#the bachelor au#yuri on ice#victuuri#yuriyuu#i can't believe i spent all weekend thinking about this stupid au#Anonymous
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