#boyfriend by dove cameron

[kikidoesfanfic]

Stevie Harrington at The Hideout, dragged there on a Thursday night by her boyfriend Tommy, the boy heckling at the band on the small dingy stage and generally making an ass of himself while she sits there bored out of her mind, ignored.

Until she notices the woman on stage in a leather jacket and ripped jeans, Edie Munson, and can't bring herself to look away. Stevie sees her around school all the time, how could she not when the other girl climbs on the tables in the cafeteria to monologue about conformity and jocks any chance she gets in her platform boots. (And so what if Stevie secretly agrees with her, that the womens sport teams are given nothing even when they make championships while the boys teams can lose every game and still get extra funding and practice time, rewarded for not even meeting mediocrity. That it's all unfair.)

Tommy makes another crack at the band, Corroded Coffin, Stevie remembers, and she tells him to shut up and let her enjoy the music without even looking away from the stage. Tommy is of course, ego bruised, and starts making a scene, which gets Stevie looking at him.

Until she hears Edie sing low, with a bit of gravel in her voice, "I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never did." Pulling her back like a siren.

And Tommy is pissed, grabs Stevie's arm and tells her they're leaving. It's the final nail in the coffin, and in this moment she can't understand what she was ever thinking agreeing to date someone like him.

"Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him, I could be such a gentleman," Edie sings, and it feels like it's for Stevie's ears only as she pulls herself away, tells Tommy they're done.

"Find your own way home then," Tommy spits, storming out the door, and Stevie should be mad, should absolutely be angry that he's leaving her in a strange bar on the outskirts of town alone with no way home, and tomorrow she might be, but...

"If I could give you some advice, I would leave with me tonight," Edie practically purrs, using the microphone stand as a prop, bringing her body against it in a wave, entrancing. Stevie can't be mad at Tommy, can't think of him at all, not when Edie Munson is looking at her like that.

"Never would have left you alone, for someone else to take you home," she sings with a wink as Stevie sits back in her booth, barely looking away from each other until it's time for Edie to drive her back into Hawkins proper.

Stevie wakes up the next morning in Edie's bed, having had it thoroughly proven, even with one night, that she's a far better boyfriend than Tommy could ever dream of being.

[neo-techculture]

Boyfriend

Summary:- You just recently broke up with your boyfriend, but a certain blond is right there to remind you how he can be a better one.

Pairing:- Sam Golbach x Reader

Warnings:- Slightly suggestive.

Note:- EVENT: Fics inspired by songs - Boyfriend (Dove Cameron)

I could be a better boyfriend than him

For the past thirty minutes, Sam's gaze had been fixed on you. The moment you entered the club, you caught his attention. By chance, Sam was on the verge of leaving with Colby when you made your entrance. Clad in a silver dress that sparkled with thin straps and a hem skimming your mid-thighs, complemented by matching silver ankle-strapped heels, you were a vision. Your lips, a soft red, now glistened from the drinks, and your dark chocolate brown hair cascaded in gentle waves - you were stunning. Yet, it was your self-assured demeanor that truly quickened his pulse. He observed you as you glanced back at your boyfriend, who was mid-conversation. Sam noted the change in your expression from gentle to stern as you responded to your boyfriend, prompting him to angrily walk away.

It had been thirty minutes since then. Currently, you were perched on a barstool, drink in hand, and scrolling through your phone. Sam couldn't help but assume that you and your boyfriend had called it quits, judging by the way things appeared. Or perhaps it was just wishful thinking on his part. It seemed unlikely that everyone else was dancing while your boyfriend was nowhere to be found; especially since Sam hadn't spotted him since the heated exchange between you two. He made his way over to you, casually leaning against the counter to catch the bartender's attention before shifting his focus to you.

"Hey," he began, prompting you to lift your gaze from your phone screen to him.

"Yes?" you inquired, taken aback by his abrupt appearance. He was handsome, clad in black jeans and a shirt, with strikingly clear blue eyes and blond hair that enhanced his features.

"I'm Sam," he introduced himself. Then, with a sheepish smile, he continued, "So… I noticed what happened with your boyfriend."

Smooth move, Sam, he winces internally.

You raise an eyebrow. "Bold of you to assume he's my boyfriend. Besides, is that your approach to picking up girls?"

Sam couldn't help but chuckle. "No, I assure you I'm usually smoother than this, but…" he shrugs, trailing off.

You feel your spirits lift, his straightforwardness a refreshing change of pace. "Okay, Mr. Charming. But in response to your earlier comment, yes, I did break up with my boyfriend."

"Why, if I may ask?" Sam was uncertain if it was too soon to inquire, but you dismiss it with a wave of your hand.

"Honestly, he's terrible. I can't even recall what attracted me to him in the first place."

"Ouch," Sam chuckles. "I hope he hasn't tainted your view of all men. I assure you, we're not all like that."

You can't help but laugh. Abruptly, one of your favorite song starts playing over the speakers, brightening your expression. "Care to dance?" you ask, turning to the blond. Sam nods, accepting your extended hand. He couldn't possibly refuse when you're beaming like that.

The two of you made your way to the dance floor, the music pulsing through the club, creating an electric atmosphere. As you danced, you felt an exhilarating sense of freedom wash over you. Sam's hands found your waist, and the two of you moved in sync with the rhythm, the world outside the club fading away.

The connection between you and Sam grew with each moment, his warm smile and genuine laughter infectious. The song transitioned into another, but neither of you noticed, too caught up in the moment and each other. The lights flickered in vibrant hues, casting a magical glow over the scene.

After what felt like an eternity in bliss, the song ended, and you both found yourselves breathless and smiling. Sam leaned in closer, his voice soft yet confident. "You know, I have to say, you're an incredible dancer."

You grinned, feeling a surge of confidence. "Well, thank you. You're not so bad yourself."

Sam's eyes sparkled with a playful glint. "I guess we make a pretty good team, then. How about we grab another drink?"

You nodded, and the two of you made your way back to the bar. As you sipped your drinks and chatted, you realized how easy it was to talk to him.

Sam couldn't help but notice your red, shiny lips. The urge to kiss you grew stronger until he couldn't resist any longer. He leaned in and planted a quick kiss on your lips, leaving you stunned. As you blinked, your fingers subconsciously touched your lips.

"Can we... do that again? But this time, a little longer?" you asked.

Sam grinned, feeling his heart skip a beat. He leaned in, cupping the side of your face with his palm. His lips brush yours, tender, exploring kisses while you feel your cheeks heat up.

"Your lips are so soft," he murmurs, his kisses becoming a little urgent.

His other hand grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him. Yours is gripping the collar of his black shirt, knuckles turning white.

"More," you moan against his lips. Sam breaks away, exhaling heavily.

"I want to take you home so bad," he groans quietly. "Bet I can be a better boyfriend than him, hm?"

"Yeah, that so?" You pull him closer again, pressing your lips against his and intertwining your tongues.

The bass thumped in your chest, a pulsing heartbeat to the rhythm of the night, as Sam pulled away a little, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let's get out of here," he shouted over the noise of the club. His breath was warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine despite the heat of the bodies surrounding you.

The strobe lights painted him in a kaleidoscope of colors, illuminating the excitement etched on his face. Your cheeks flushed, you nodded, feeling the thrill of the moment sweep you off your feet. Sam's hand was firm yet gentle as he led you through the tangled mass of people, the promise of a good time echoing in every step.

The cool air outside was a shock to your system, sobering you slightly from the haze of music and desire. As you approached his car, he opened the door with a flourish, the chilly night air carrying the scent of rain. The pitter-patter grew louder as you drove away from the neon lights of the city, the dark sky above you a canvas for the first drops of rain. His touch was electric, sending sparks through your fingertips as they intertwined with his. The world outside the car was a blur of shadows and rain-slicked streets, but inside, the anticipation was as palpable as the bass had been in the club. You knew that tonight, Sam was going to show you exactly what it meant to be cherished.

Second fic of the EVENT: Fics inspired by songs. Drop your thoughts on how it is!! Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated, and thank you for taking the time to read my works, you lovely human!! <3

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I Can Be A Better Boyfriend - Final Part

Part One & Two

Warnings: Actress!Vi, Singer!Reader, Cute fluff, Ex-Boyfriend that doesn’t know when to let go, Teasing, Playful banter, Famous people things, Designer clothes, Keeping a Secret Relationship, Implied Sexual Tension, Jealous Ex, Great Friendships

Summary: Five years after you graduate college, you and Vi are having the times of your lives. You’re married, living together and your careers are only going up. You get invited to an Alumni Banquet for your college and it just so happens to be around the time your relationship with Vi is going public.

“The internet is freaking out and trying to find out who Violet Warwick is dating! You may know her from her debut series Arcane which captured the hearts of millions of people around the world. Or, from her successful boxing career in the Zaun Boxing Association. After fans begged to know if Violet and her co-star Caitlyn Kiramman were dating, the two actresses came forward denied it, and said they were strictly friends. Violet then divulged that she was in a relationship with someone but she respects their privacy and wouldn’t say who until they were ready. That sent their fans into a frenzy and now everyone wants to know… who is that lucky girl?! And is she being protected because she’s not famous as well?”

“Singer, songwriter, and one of the female members of True Damage - Y/n L/n - recently released a single that has fans raving! It’s called Violet Delights. The song is not only centered around queer love but there are some questionable lyrics that have people deep diving into social media. It sounds like she’s dating someone and it’s not a past relationship! She won’t answer any questions regarding whether or not she’s in a relationship so all we can go off of are the lyrics! If she’s taken, who is it and when will they go public?”

You look up from your phone and give Violet a grin as she laughs. The two of you have been reading through articles about your love lives all morning. Your song was a mixture of talking about your sexuality and your relationship with Vi. The fact that no one had yet to piece together that you were in a relationship with each other was entertaining. The two of you didn’t share pictures of each other on your Instagram and kept your personal lives under wraps. People had assumed that the two of you broke up when you both became famous. To hide your relationship, you removed your pictures and stopped mentioning each other. It went better than planned.

Fans got so caught up shipping Vi and Caitlyn together that no one acknowledge that she might be with someone else. The same thing went for you. You and Akali got shipped together after a video of you two playfully flirting went viral. Apparently, the fans loved the idea of two people from different singing groups dating and K/DA and True Damage’s views skyrocketed. So, your real relationship got buried and it was perfectly okay with the two of you.

Dating while being in two different professions was challenging, but you made it work. When Vi had time off from filming, she’d fly out to see you while on tour. Sometimes you’d meet in another country and spend a few nights together before parting ways. There were days you’d be too tired to talk or you’d blow up the other’s phone.

You fell deeper in love with Vi as time passed. The amount of effort she went through to be with you made your heart melt. She checked in with you about things she’d be doing on Arcane, asked if she could hook up with other women while you were out of the country, and communicated with you about everything. The two of you agreed that hookups were allowed but you had to regularly test for STIs if you did. Funnily enough, neither of you hooked up with anyone. You had phone sex or video-called when you were in the mood.

Three years into your relationship, Vi bought a house and demanded that you move in with her. It was in a nice secluded area that had a fence around it with a gate. So you said goodbye to your friends and moved in with Vi. It felt amazing to have your own place that allows you to come home to your lover. You were all over each other when the two of you were home. Shamelessly, there wasn’t a part of the house that you weren’t having sex in. When you wanted to hang out with Vi’s family or your friends, you would go to them. It was important to you two that you had the privacy of your home so you didn’t have to worry about anyone finding out where you live. You didn’t want to lose your privacy even though you’re famous. But, you knew that your relationship would come to the surface eventually.

“The fans are going to freak when they find out.” Vi chuckles, kissing the ring on your finger, “We’ve been hiding our relationship for five years.”

“And now we’re married.” You smile in amusement, shifting your position on her lap, “The records will be filed and available by the end of next week. I can’t believe we managed to hide this for two whole months.”

“People just don’t know that we have a connection to each other. The only way would be through Ekko since you’re both a part of True Damage, but we haven’t posted with each other… even if we’re at the same events.” Vi kisses your cheek.

“What do you say we spice things up?” You smirk, standing up, “Why don’t you give your fans a heads up?”

“What do you mean?” Vi raises an eyebrow, a mischievous look in her eyes.

“You can go live on Instagram and show off your ring, and tease that someone is with you.” You put a hand on your hip, “I’ve got those custom heels from Mel I can put on. I haven’t worn them yet, so only Mel would know that it’s me.”

“You’re evil.” Vi grins, “Let’s do it.” You cheer and the two of you head up to your bedroom. You talk about how you’re going to do it, laughing that this was going to completely blindside a lot of people. It takes a while for you to get ready because Vi kept kissing you and distracting you. Once you got your heels on, Vi playfully told you to keep them on and take everything else off. You giggled and told her that you might do that if she’s good. Vi had pouted and complained that she’s never good so it wasn’t going to happen. The two of you laughed so hard that you almost fell off the couch.

You got into position, making sure to sit where you were out of frame. Vi got things pulled up on her phone, placing it onto the ring light and she threw you a wink before going live.

“Hey, guys! How’s everyone doing today?” Vi greets her fans, before her eyebrows shoot up, “Wow, okay, I didn’t expect to get so many people on here so quickly. Anyway! I have an announcement that I think you should hear from me first…” It’s silent as she reads the comments that are likely flying by.

“What?!” Vi burst out laughing, “No, I’m not pregnant! I didn’t catch who said that, but you’re wrong. And, no, Arcane is not coming back for another season. It’s over now.” You snort and cover your mouth to stop yourself from laughing. Vi’s eyes flick to you and you can see the grin on her face. She answers questions while she spends some time waiting for more people to join. You always found it amusing to listen in on her lives, pulling it up on your phone to scroll through the comments. A lot of people flirted with her, asking her to marry them or shout them out which made you giggle. People did the same thing with you and Vi loved to text you during it and flirt with you. In the middle of one of her responses, you lift your legs and put your feet on her lap. Your wife immediately rests her hand on your ankle, slowly rubbing it while she continues talking. ‘Gods, she’s gorgeous.’ You smile to yourself.

“Who’s legs are these?” Vi pats your ankle, “They’re mine. I got a tan, can’t you tell?” She jokes. The image of Vi with a horribly done spray tan flashes into your mind and you can’t hold your laughter in. You burst out laughing, making Vi snap her head in your direction.

“I can’t believe that made you laugh.” Vi chuckles, massaging your ankle, “You were thinking about a spray tan, weren’t you?” You nod enthusiastically as you try to calm down.

“You’re adorable.” Vi grins, before she looks back to the comments, “Woah! Hold on guys, these comments are going way too fast. But, I’m sure I know what you’re asking about.”

“The person here with me is my wife.” Vi yelps when you playfully lift your foot and put it in her face. You giggle when she smacks your leg down and gives you an exasperated look. She looks back at the camera and raises her hand, “I got married! That’s what I came on here to tell you. I wanted you to know from me and not from the tabloids and gossip blogs. So, I’m here confirming it to you before it comes out. I have gotten married, but I won’t be saying to who quite yet. She’s a shy baby.” You gasp and gently hit Vi in the stomach and make her grunt.

“Okay! She’s not a shy baby, but she’s a mean one!” Vi sticks her tongue out at you and you stick yours back out. She lunges at you to grab your tongue and you squeal and dodge her, falling off the couch. “Oh, shit! Are you okay?” Vi laughs as you pout at her from the floor. You wanted to say something so badly, but people would recognize your voice so you motion to the phone instead.

“Sorry, guys! She fell off the couch.” Vi snickers and you flip her off, “Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say. The two of us will be going live together at some point for the reveal. There is a reason we haven’t mentioned it yet, so you’ll just have to be patient. See ya!” She ends the live and helps you up from the floor.

“They’ll double down on their efforts to find out who I’m with.” Vi grins.

“Good. Let’s see if anyone figures it out before we reveal it.” You push her onto the couch and straddle her lap, “Does it still feel weird to be married?”

“A little.” Vi hums, “Mainly because I had to keep calling you my girlfriend in public.” Your phone rings, startling you, but you reach over and grab it. ‘Ava? Shouldn’t she be working right now?’ Vi raises an eyebrow and you mouth Ava’s name to her.

“Hello? What’s going on, A?” You answer, putting it on speaker.

“Y/n! Hey, babes! So, yes, I am at work-” You giggle, “but, I just got an email from the University about an Alumni banquet. It’s next Friday at 6 pm, and I know you don’t check your business phone on your day off so I wanted to let you know. It’s formal attire - so look your best, bestie! I say that like you literally don’t have a closet full of designer clothes.”

“Awe, thanks for letting me know! I’ll make sure to RSVP with Vi. Are you prepared to see your ex-boyfriend?” You say, making her groan in annoyance.

“Ew, no. I have to find the right outfit to wear so he knows what he lost.”

“Don’t worry, Ava. I’m sure if you text my sister and ask for a custom she’ll send you one.” Vi informs her, “Tell her the reason and you’ll be rocking a dress by Jinx.”

“Ugh, Vi, you’re amazing! I didn’t even think of that!”

“Anyway, we’ll see you then, Ava. Meet up at Jade’s to get dressed and hang out a bit?”

“Absolutely! It’s tradition! And you better not come wearing anything less than designer. I will scream if the two of you show up wearing less than that! The Alumni banquet is to show off where you’ve gone since graduation and make connections with the new students. Show off, bitches!” You and Vi laugh. Even though you’ve been A-listers for some time now, you didn’t like living that way all the time. Sure, you had your moments when you showed off but you lived in sweatpants and hoodies.

“Just because we’re famous doesn’t mean we have to dress that way all the time!” Vi whines, “Sometimes I want to feel normal!”

“Not for the Alumni banquet, you’re not!” Ava scoffs, “Anyway, I’ve got to go! My client is here and waiting for me. Love you, babes! Byee!”

“Bye, Ava! Love you!” You and Vi chorus before hanging up the phone. You two silently stare and each other before bursting out into laughter. What are the odds that your college is having a banquet the day your marriage records are filed? It’s like everything is lining up perfectly.

“Sooo…” Vi gives you a mischievous smile, “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to call my record label and push back the release of my song so we record a music video for it. I’ll have it come out next Friday at noon.”

“You want to throw it into people’s faces all at once?” You laugh, “Weren’t we going to film my music video for Violet Delights?”

“We can do that on the same day.” Vi grins, “We’re shooting at The Last Drop for mine. Do you have the scenes planned out?”

“Do I have the- Yes! Everything is prepared.” You pout, “This is my career if you’ve forgotten.”

“No.” Vi kisses your nose, “I just like it when you pout. It’s cute! Now go get your phone so we can get moving.”

“You owe me for this, Mrs.Warwick.” You purr playfully, caressing Vi’s cheek.

“I’m well aware of that, Mrs.Warwick.” Vi chuckles, pulling you into a kiss.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won’t quit.” Vi’s voice plays through your stereo, a sultry, seductive tone that makes your body shiver. The first time you heard the song was on set, and you were frozen hearing your wife’s bedroom voice. Vi had smirked at your reaction, having chosen to sing like that since the song is for you. Recording the music video was torture and you were ragingly horny the whole way to your set.

“I’m gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman. Plus you know my clothes would fit.” You sing along, hearing your business phone go off as you pull into Jade’s driveway. You finish listening to the rest of the song, reaching for your purse to dig your phone out of it. ‘There are already articles about Vi’s song and it’s been out for ten minutes.’ You giggle. ‘It never ceases to amaze me how fast bloggers and reporters get things done.’ Interested, you click on one of the screenshots that Vi sent you with a paragraph highlighted. It was from your favorite blogger, Lilith’s Underground, so you had to check it out.

“Vi took the internet by storm when she announced that she’s married on Instagram Live last week. It seems like she can’t stop surprising her fans! The actress just dropped her first song Boyfriend six minutes ago, linking to it in her Instagram story without another word. Her music video features Y/n from True Damage as the love interest and it’s a dream come true to see my favorite artists collaborating! It’s a sexy, seductive song and the music video follows that prompt. Longing stares across the dancefloor, lipstick marks on glasses, and a steamy make-out in the club’s bathroom. They look gorgeous together and WHEW that makeout scene had me hot and bothered. Ladies, I know I’m not the only one who felt like I was watching something I shouldn’t have been. But, at closer inspection… that make-out session seemed too hot. Here’s some food for thought… Could Y/n be Vi’s wife?”

You laugh, knowing that’s exactly what you and Vi had been going for. You wanted the tension to be felt strongly, and it was good to know that it paid off. Vi’s voice and the imagery from the video will be stuck in people’s heads for a while. At least, until your new song and music video comes out. Then you’ll both be the talk of the internet. You had seen a few people connecting your laugh in Vi’s Live to your interviews, but those had been shot down because you’ve never been seen together. The next few weeks are about to be the most entertaining when people are told the truth.

You hum to yourself as you get out of your car and head to Jade’s front door. After leaving college, you all made a pact to stay friends even though you’d be going off into the big leagues. You didn’t even have to bring up any concerns because they already knew what you were thinking. It felt amazing to have your friends stick around and not expect anything from you. They didn’t demand expensive gifts or that you introduce them to other famous people. They just did the same thing they always do - love you.

You wave at Jade’s security camera, putting your code into the lock and hearing it click open. There’s a bit of a struggle as you take your sandals off, trying not to drop any of the things in your hands.

“Let me get that for you.” Marie grins, taking the garment bags from your hands while Jade swipes your heels before they fall.

“Thank you.” You sigh in relief, giving each of them a hug, “I’ve missed you so much, babes.”

“We’ve missed you, too.” Jade squeezes you, “Let’s head upstairs, we’re getting ready in my room.”

“Is your boyfriend here, Marie?” You ask, walking up the stairs.

“No, he’s a fan of yours and doesn’t know that I’m best friends with you. I thought you’d be more comfortable without someone freaking out over you.” Marie winks, “He’ll meet me at the hall.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” You frown, “I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“Nah, it’s all good. You’re one of my best friends and you get swarmed by fans all the time. I don’t want that to happen at a safe place for you.” Marie shrugs.

“Y/n!” Ava squeals when she sees you.

“Ava!” You squeal back and hug her.

“Okay, we’ve got two hours to get ready. So, makeup first, hair, and then we’ll put our dresses on.” Jade says, placing your heels next to the others.

“Y/n, why do you have so many dresses?” Marie furrows her brow, placing them on the bed.

“One is Ava’s dress from Jinx.” You point it out, “And, the other two are also Jinx dresses… for you and Jade.” You grin slyly. Marie and Jade blink, staring at you for a moment before they start screaming. You laugh and calm them down before you’re suffocated in a hug. The four of you get to work with your makeup, taking the time to make sure it matches perfectly. There are conversations about each other’s lives and you’re more than okay with quietly listening to them talk. It’s nice hearing about their normal day-to-day and the things that come with that. Ava complains that her customers don’t listen when she tells them not to talk during part of their meditation sessions. Then there’s Marie bringing up how her favorite almond milk is always out of stock, and she has to drive ten minutes away to the other store to get it.

Sure, you have issues like that in your life, but everything you did was tinged with secrecy. Even after you and Vi come forward, there are still going to be things you have to be quiet about. You couldn’t go places without a disguise, but sometimes it could be fun. You just didn’t want to have to do it all of the time. Sometimes you’d like to go to a bar without needing to wear a wig, but your colorful hair was recognizable.

“Aaron recently asked to move in with me.” Jade sighs, “Apparently he and his girlfriend aren’t doing well.”

“Oh, damn.” You chuckle, tying your hair up into a high ponytail, “That’s a name I haven’t heard in a while.” You check yourself over, making sure there are no bumps. ‘I’m not going to slick down my baby hair, it’s so annoying having to wash the gel out every time.’

“Right?” Jade chuckles, sliding a gold hair cuff over to you, “I haven’t brought my brother up since you broke up with him.”

“It’s been six years since then.” Ava blinks, “Oh my Gods, it’s been six years!” She shouts in shock, making you all laugh. You had completely forgotten about Aaron after the last time you spoke to him. He had messaged you after you supposedly broke up with Vi, giving you his condolences while offering to fill in the void. You hadn’t even responded to him, just screenshotted the message, deleted the conversation, and sent it to Vi. She had called you laughing - even though she was on the set of Arcane - to say “I told you so.” After that, you genuinely didn’t think about him.

“Is he going to be at the banquet?” Marie asks, unzipping the garment bag with her dress. You put the cuff around the base of your ponytail and pin it in place.

“Probably, I don’t know.” Jade shrugs. You walk over to your garment bag and unzip it, gasping at the lacy, royal red dress. You and Vi had given Mel full rein of your outfit design, only requesting that they compliment each other. Carefully, you take it out of the bag and marvel at the golden lace. There were no dresses like the ones Mel made and you loved being able to rock them wherever you could. You slip into it, careful not to rip the lace with your nails, and smooth it down your body. The conversation moves on and you’re talking about your upcoming tour and other plans that you have. Then, it circles back to your wedding and that jogs your memory.

“Oh! Vi and I are going to be reposting all of our pictures together on Instagram. Once that’s done, I’ll be posting wedding pictures before we leave for the banquet. Would you like me to post any pictures with you guys in them?” You question, putting your gold heels on. You have to adjust the fairy wings on them so they’re not bent.

“I think it should just be about you two.” Jade zips up her boots, “You posted us on your private account, and that’s enough for me.” Marie and Ava nod in agreement and you smile.

“By the way, I can’t believe that Vi wrote a song about the night you two met! Aaron’s probably going to lose his shit when he hears it.” Marie laughs, “I know Vi has a nice singing voice but damn, I swooned when her voice was purring in my ears.” Someone’s phone on the desk starts vibrating and Ava reaches over to pick it up.

“It’s Vi, Y/n.” Ava tosses your phone to you and you catch it. You smile to yourself, pressing the answer button and bringing it up to your ear.

“Hey, baby!” You chirp, “What’s up?”

“So, you know I went to the venue early with Allie to help her with a few things. Well, Allie came running in a minute ago to say that someone leaked that you and I had RSVP’d.” You let out a groan, “Yup. There are paparazzi outside. The venue security came out and roped them back, but legally, they can hang around.”

“There goes a quiet banquet.” You sigh, getting concerned looks from your friends.

“Allie thinks it might’ve been someone from the college staff. You know, it would be great publicity for the college to show off that two of their Alums are famous and getting involved.” You can practically hear Vi shrug, “Do you need me to get you in through the side door?”

“No. No… They want a show? We’ll give them one. I’ll call Devon and ask him to pick us up. Would you be a darling and escort your wife into the building?” You smirk mischievously.

“Of course, I’ll escort you inside, my darling wife.” Vi says dramatically, “I would be a horrible spouse to let you walk in alone, especially when I know you’re going to look sexy.”

“Great, I’ll see you in thirty minutes.” You grin, “Remember, wedding photos go up-”

“-in thirteen minutes so there’s enough time for people to see it before your music video comes out. I know, sweetheart. I am the one who came up with the idea.”

“You’re adorable.” You laugh, “I’ll see you soon, baby.”

“Bye, sexy.” Vi coos before hanging up.

“So.” You clap your hands, grinning at the girls, “Who’s up for traveling in a limousine?”

You called your chauffeur, a really fun guy named Devon who’s been driving you around since you became famous. He was happy to come to pick you and your friends up, and you promised to pay him extra for the inconvenience. The girls were ecstatic to be riding in a limousine with you, the last time they did anything like this was for your wedding. It had been wonderfully extravagant, held at the Kiramman’s private island with family, close friends, and the Arcane cast. Violet had requested there be a lot of flowers, something she’s always dreamed of after her mother told her about them. You happily obliged as long as you could take a picture with the two of you in the water. Vi was more than willing to do it. The wedding decor was a perfect blend of you and Vi, and you couldn’t have been happier. You were surrounded by people you love as you tied yourself to your lover.

All of the pictures of you and Vi have been reuploaded onto your Instagram page. It warms your heart to have her back on your public account. ‘Now, all I have to do is post about our wedding.’ You smile to yourself. You carefully go through your wedding photos and videos picking out the ones you and Vi agreed that you’d post. She would be posting a whole different set so there was a reason for people to check out both of your accounts.

Your favorite picture was a candid taken while you and Vi played around in the water. Your wedding dress was soaked, along with Vi’s jumpsuit, turning into a sexy, wet dress look. Vi had dipped you, intending on plunging you into the water with a silly grin on her face. You were laughing, grasping at her upper arms as you tried to keep yourself above water. The moment seemed so full of joy and felt special. The big wave that doused the two of you shortly after the picture was taken was frozen in the background with a gorgeous sunset sky. That was the one you chose as your first image.

‘Your violet petals bloom in winter and bring my heart warmth. It’s been six years and I am proud to call you my wife, Violet Warwick.’ You write in one of your song lines and hit the post button. With a soft, anxious squeal, you open your bio to rearrange things and link Vi’s profile to yours.

“Ready to be in the spotlight?” You grin at your friends as Devon announces that you’re pulling into the campus. You’re sharing your ETA with Vi through maps, so she’d be able to see when you were close enough to come out. You had been told that some fans had shown up along with the paparazzi so you’re prepared for those reactions.

“There goes staying lowkey.” Marie laughs, “But, I’m glad we can do it in style.”

“We’ll go out first and then Vi can get you.” Ava winks, “We’ll do what best friends do best and show off for you. You know, warm up the cameras.”

“You better work it 'cause you’re rocking Jinxes. You might find yourselves with modeling gigs by the end of tonight.” You grin at them. The door opens and the camera flashes immediately start as Jade gets out of the car. You can hear shouting, please wondering who she is, and asking for her name. A minute goes by then Marie follows, the same thing happening to her. As Ava steps out, you hear the fans’ screaming kick in as people scream out Vi’s name. You feel your heart flutter, wondering what your wife is wearing.

The door opens a little wider as you slide over to it, and Vi gives you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. Her suit is the same color as your dress with golden chains dangling down. Your eyes appreciatively look over her exposed chest and the fact that she’s not wearing a bra under the jacket. It shows off your symbol that she got tattooed between her boobs. ‘Gods, she knows how to make me horny, doesn’t she?’ You narrow your eyes at her and she winks, extending her hand to you.

You smirk, reaching out to grab her hand and the cameras are flashing like crazy. The screaming skyrockets as Vi helps you out of the car and you’re visible to everyone. You’re shocked by the number of people standing outside of the hotel, not expecting this big of a crowd. Your friends grin at you, waiting for you a few feet away.

“You look utterly stunning.” Vi wraps an arm around your waist and guides you toward your friends. Her hand not-so-subtly slides down to rest on your ass.

“And you look handsome, my love.” You caress her cheek. She leans in and gives you a sweet kiss, making the screaming even louder at her action.

“SHE’S WEARING THE SHOES FROM VI’S LIVE! SHE’S VI’S WIFE!”

“YOU TWO ARE PERFECT TOGETHER!”

“VI! VI! HOW LONG HAVE YOU AND Y/N BEEN TOGETHER?!”

“Y/N! WHO ARE THESE WOMEN WITH YOU? ARE THEY YOUR FRIENDS?”

“VI! MARRY ME INSTEAD!”

“Y/N! WILL YOU SIGN MY BOOBS?!”

“VI WILL YOU SIGN MY BOOBS, TOO?!”

You and Vi look at each other and chuckle. When you get to your friends, you pose with them for a few pictures. They’re getting their own questions like how did they get Jinx dresses? Are they all customs? What’s their relationship with you and Vi? You let them answer their own questions, enjoying seeing your friends eating up the attention. Vi takes you over to some reporters you’ve both worked with in the past - News on the Pilt - to answer their questions.

“Y/n! Vi! This is a wonderful surprise!” Jennifer grins at you, “Are you two really married?”

“We are.” You and Vi chorus. You hold up your hand to show off your diamond ring.

“We got married two months ago, after being together for six years.” You smile, “It’s been fun keeping it a secret, but I missed being able to show off my pumpkin.” You kiss Vi’s cheek.

“Wow! You’ve kept it a secret for this long? Why?” Jennifer gasps.

“We liked the privacy. No one was demanding to know about our relationship or speculating that we broke up or don’t love each other. We wanted it to be something between us for a while.” Vi responds, “Now that we’re married, it will be found out eventually. So, we chose to do it ourselves… although we weren’t expecting this crowd so we had to make last-minute adjustments.”

“Anyway, it’s time for us to head inside. If you’d like a full interview on it, you can get in contact with us later, Jen.” You blow her a kiss and head back to your friends with Vi.

“Ready to go?” Vi asks them.

“Definitely.” Jade chuckles, “Although, the other Alumni are enjoying this, too.” She points to other small groups of people talking with the press or with your fans. You chuckle and make your way inside with everyone. You’re enthusiastically greeted by the banquet’s hosts and taken to your seats. Allie had seated you and Vi together so that you’d be sitting with your wife. Otherwise, you’d be sitting by which degree you earned and the two of you would be on opposite sides of the room.

Vi is an absolute lady and pulls out your chair for you, waiting for you to get settled before taking her own seat. She places her hand on your thigh and the two of you spend some time talking together as people come in. The atmosphere is calm and collected with soft, classical music playing in the background. You’re greeted by a fair amount of people you recognize from classes, but most just give you a small wave before carrying on to their seats.

Your table ends up full within the next ten minutes, so you had some small talk while avoiding talking about yourself. You were used to spinning the conversation around so that the other person was the one talking instead. The others were eager to tell you about where they ended up so there was no issue with that. Vi was sneakily kneading your thigh underneath the table and you had to intertwine your fingers to get her to stop. She was very touchy when you were dressed up nicely, and you quietly whisper to her to behave herself. In a classic Vi fashion, she only raises an eyebrow with a teasing smile.

“Good evening, everyone! Thank you for showing up tonight.” Says the college president, greeting the crowd from the podium, “You have all gone and achieved wonderful things since graduating and it’s heartwarming to see you return to the community. We’ll have dinner first, and then the rest of the time will be to mingle with the students. Please enjoy tonight and don’t be a stranger. You were all in their shoes at one point.”

“Some of us are in much fancier shoes now.” Allie startles you, hugging you from behind and making you laugh.

“If you want to borrow them, all you have to do is ask.” You grin at her, “So, you’re working this event?”

“Yup, that’s what happens when you’re the Head of the Engineering Department apparently.” Allie shrugs, but you gasp in surprise.

“Allie! Oh my Gods, congrats!” You hug her again before punching Vi in the shoulder.

“What was that for?!” Vi gives you a bewildered look.

“You knew and didn’t tell me!” You pout, making Allie laugh.

“You know how your wife is.” Allie giggles, “Anyway, I have to make my rounds. But, when I come back we will be talking about me borrowing those heels of yours.”

“If you can even walk in them.” You tease her and she just grins at you before walking away. Shortly after, you’re served your dinner and you start eating. Once again, Vi’s hand is back on your thigh and you’re content to let her do as she pleases. You know that once you’re home, you’ll be under her as soon as possible. So, letting her hold your thigh helps ease her desire to haul you into a hotel room. ‘Although, she might do it anyway since her fingers toying with my panties, and we’re not even half an hour into this.’ You smile in amusement, catching Vi peeking a glance at you.

The conversation at the table eventually ends up making its way to you and Vi. They asked how Vi ended up with the acting gig and she admitted that it was for her boxing. She didn’t know she could act until they had her try some lines. If she wasn’t a good actress they would have her be the trainer instead, but she had knocked them off their feet. After that, her contract was signed and the rest is history.

Then came how you ended up signed with True Damage. You explained that you met Ekko at The Last Drop in the VIP section during your junior year. He had heard you singing and randomly asked for you to send in a demo. You had to sing for a few people, but they all loved your voice and you got some vocal lessons. After doing an official song trial, you were signed onto the group. By the time you finished explaining, it was time for the socialization part of the night.

“Excuse me, Ms.L/n? Ms.Warwick?” One of the hotel staff approaches the two of you, “Could you two follow me? We have a separate area set up for the two of you since we anticipate a higher turnout.” You sigh internally.

“Of course.” You say, standing, “But, please, it’s Mrs.Warwick. The two of us are married.”

“My apologies, ma’am.” The staff member gives you a kind smile, “If you’ll follow me?” You nod and Vi wraps her arm around you. The two of you are led through the room, getting awed glances and hearing whispers from the people around you. Not everyone here is in your graduating class, so they see you as more of a celebrity than a classmate.

“So, do you think this is going to be like a meet and greet?” You whisper teasingly, “Am I going to have to fight off your new suitors?”

“What? You mean you don’t enjoy people eagerly wanting to hug us and sign things until our fingers fall off?” Vi whispers back.

“Oh, I don’t mind that.” You giggle, “I’m just curious how bold these college students will be.”

The hotel staff sets you up in the room adjacent to the official one. People would have to walk through the official room to reach yours so it can be controlled easier. The room has a small stage, a photo area, and a fair amount of seats. You and Vi are handed microphones and slowly people start to trickle into the room. You have one-on-one conversations with them, talking about their aspirations and what they want to do in the future. Soon, there’s too many people but you continue to have private conversations with them.

Some ask for photos and others ask for a short video to say hello to their friends or family. You and Vi are happy to oblige, laughing and having fun with your fans in a more relaxed setting. Surprisingly, no one asked either of you to sing, but they did ask if your songs really were about each other. That leads to you picking up the mic and telling the story of how you two met, not knowing you went to the same college. After the story, someone asked if Vi would sing the song to you and Vi agreed to.

Vi pulled the instrumental version up on her phone. You had told her to keep the file on her phone, specifically for situations like this. There have been times where you’d be at a café or out when people ask you to sing. Since your darling wife is a singer now, she’d be going through that, too.

You were entranced by Vi as she sang, twirling you around and dancing with you. She sang softly, in a much more delicate way than she does in the official song. People recorded it and you knew you’d be seeing hundreds of clips of it by the morning, especially when Vi kissed you and everyone screamed. After that, all of the students were asked to leave so the last hour could be for the alumni to catch up.

“Dance with me?” Vi playfully bows to you, holding out her hand.

“I’d be delighted to.” You smile at her, placing your hand on hers. Vi immediately pulls you into her, and she’s twirling you around. You giggle as the two of you dance, enjoying the quiet moment in the empty room. You close your eyes and rest your head on her shoulder. It’s still amazing to you that you ended up here. Married to the love of your life.

“I love you.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to her neck and feeling her pulse against your lips.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Vi kisses your temple.

“So, you two are married.” You hear a familiar voice from behind you. Vi’s grip around your hips tighten for a moment, showing her annoyance.

“We are.” Vi responds casually, letting you turn after she relaxes her arms, “We never broke up. We decided to keep it quiet so people wouldn’t be asking us about it.” Your ex boyfriend stands there, his hands tucked into his pants pockets with an unreadable expression on his face. You catch the glint of his phone camera peeking out of his pocket. ‘Is he recording us? What does he think he’s going to get?’

“How are you doing, Aaron?” You ask kindly, “What are you doing nowadays?”

“Nothing much, but I heard your new song, Vi. And, I’m going to have to ask you to take it down.” Aaron says sternly, crossing his arms.

“Excuse me?” You and Vi chorus, taken aback by his words. ‘What makes him think that he can have it taken down? There’s nothing in the song that mentions him or gives away any personal details about him.’

“Your song is about me, and it paints me in a bad light. I didn’t give you permission to use it.” Aaron narrows his eyes at Vi.

“Actually, it doesn’t mention you at all. Your name isn’t mentioned, neither is any of your physical features. All it mentions is Y/n’s boyfriend. It could be anyone.” Vi shrugs.

“Besides, it’s written for me.” You add on, “Vi’s singing about the first time we met, which was the night of my birthday when you left me at the club.”

“There’s no harm, man. I’m sorry if the song felt like it was about you, but it wasn’t. It was a song meant for my wife.” Vi gives you a loving smile. You smile back and peck her on the lips.

“Well, did you know your wife was cheating on you with me?” Aaron grins, “When you supposedly broke up?” You and Vi burst out laughing.

“Cheating? With you?” You choke out between your laughter, “Not a chance!”

“Y/n sent me a screenshot of the message you sent her. She didn’t even respond to you. That’s a big reach, man. I don’t know why you’re trying to cause issues between my wife and I - maybe it’s because you’re recording us right now - but, we’re good.” Vi gently guides you to the door.

“So now that you’re famous you’re too good for normal people?” Aaron calls to you, “I knew you were shallow, Y/n! You lost a good thing with me.” You let out a long breath and glance at Vi. ‘If I don’t put an end to this now, is he ever going to stop? I’d like to move on from this.’

“Aaron. Look. The day you broke up with me, I was going to break up with you. I let you say all of those lies because I was leaving you in my past. But, you want the truth? You didn’t give a fuck about me or what I wanted to do. I put in all of the effort, planned our dates, helped you out with things, and what did you do? Nothing. You took me for granted. The night you abandoned me on my birthday, really made me see what kind of man you are.” You cross your arms, “Violet has been nothing short of amazing. She planned some of our dates, made time for us in her schedule, and was there to help me when I needed it. She flew halfway across the world to take care of me when I was sick on tour. Would you have done that? No. But, I would have done it for you. You lost me, Aaron. Not the other way around, and I’m happy now. I really do wish you good luck, but respectfully, you and I are done and have been for years.” You flash him a smile and whirl around. Only to blink at the impressed look on Vi’s face and the group of people standing her with their phone’s out - in complete shock.

“What the fuck Aaron? Just because she’s famous doesn’t mean you can harass your ex-girlfriend!” One of the girls snaps. Vi quickly guides you towards the exit and her grip on you is firm, signaling that she’s got plans for you. She doesn’t stop but maneuvers you through the crowd in the main room and to the exit. You give her an intrigued glance as you’re swept into the hotel elevator, and she raises a finger to her lips. You won’t have to worry about the girls. Everyone was given a room at the hotel so they wouldn’t be going home late or drunk.

You raise an eyebrow at her, but don’t say a word as you’re taken to one of the luxury suites. Vi pulls a card out of her inner jacket pocket and ushers you into the room once the door is open. You head into the room while Vi secures the door, no doubt making sure it's set to Do Not Disturb. There’s a small duffel bag on the floor and you take a peek to see a change of clothes.

“If you’re looking for your favorite toy…” Vi wraps her arms around your waist, and pulls you against her, “It’s right here, baby.” She whispers into your ear and a shiver goes down your spine.

“Gods, you standing up for yourself like that gets me hot.” Vi nips at your neck, causing you to tilt your head, “Why don’t I get you out of this dress and underneath me? Would you like that?” Her hands grab at your hips as she starts kissing your neck.

“Mmm, you know that I would like that.” You sigh in bliss, loving the feeling of Vi’s hot lips against your skin.

“That’s all I need to hear.” Vi purrs and the rest of the night is a whirlwind of pleasure.

When you wake up in the morning, it’s to the obnoxious ringing of your business phone. You groan and stumble out of bed, idly noticing Vi do the same as you take your phone out of your purse.

“Hello?” You mumble groggily.

“There’s one half of the internet’s favorite couple! You and Vi are all anyone is talking about right now. All of those students you met last night are singing your praises and your ex-boyfriend’s little stunt actually boosted Vi’s song to number one on the charts! No one can get enough of you right now!” Your manager, Harriet, shouts excitedly.

“That’s great.” You say tiredly, glancing at the clock, “Is there a reason you’re calling at 6 am? Do you even sleep?”

“Yes. And as your manager? No.” Harriet chuckles, “There’s a new movie being planned where Vi is starring as the romantic lead. It’s an enemy to lovers and you’re being asked to audition for the other female lead.”

“Uh huh.” You nod, glancing at Vi who’s also on the phone and barely staying awake.

“So, take today to sleep in and be lazy. Tomorrow you’ll be auditioning, and if you’re lucky you’ll begin shooting within a few weeks! Oh and send me your friends’ contacts! I’ve got modeling agencies contacting me about them.”

“Okay.” You yawn, “Bye, Harriet.” You hang up on her, turn your phone off and flop onto the bed.

“Do we have to be out of here by eleven?” You sleepily ask your wife.

“No.” Vi pulls you back under the covers with her, and you immediately cuddle her for her warmth, “I booked it for today, too. So close your eyes and go back to bed.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” You whisper, her body heat lulling you back to sleep, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, my wife.” Vi whispers.

[messierthanthou]

"I could be a better boyfriend than him" is SUCH a Vi thing to say to Cait who's dating someone who won't be as much fun as this short red head

[seblainelyrics]

I don’t need to tell you twice All the ways he can’t suffice If I could give you some advice I would leave with me tonight  - “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron

[wise-blue-cookies]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Yelena Belova & Kate Bishop & Peter Parker, Yelena Belova & Kate Bishop & Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop Additional Tags: Female Peter Parker, Idiots in Love, Yelena Belova is a Good Bro, Kate Bishop Is a Good Bro, Mutual Pining, Peter Parker is a Mess, Bisexual Peter Parker Summary:

The bar was filled with people, so a minus 10 points but the atmosphere was chill, so a plus. There was a karaoke corner, a pool table and –

 “Pen, you need to breathe.” Was heard from a frantic Kate Bishop on noticing that her friend had stop the deed which was required for her continued existence.

 The reason of course was her.

 OR

Pining Bi disaster Penny and Scheming Hawkeye and Black Widow

[robynqueenofstuff]

you a moron: Boyfriend by Dove Cameron and Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes

me an intellectual: Loving Her by Katie Pruitt and The Minstrel's Prayer by Cartel

[ryan-sometimes]

As a lesbian I find it so funny when women worry about me stealing their boyfriends because the whole time I’m thinking about how much better I could treat her than he does

[apleasantharmony]

I REPEAT.

WOMEN.

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

I’m just saying if I was Buck Buckley I would not be ignoring the way Eddie is just Looking Like That™️

[juicygf]

"i could be a better boyfriend than him" but not in the dove cameron kinda of way, but in the chappell roan good luck, babe "yk i hate to say it, but I told you so" kinda way

[allsouls-emma]

Hey!!! I just had an idea for a Leon fanfic! Could you maybe write a fanfic x y/n based on the song ‘boyfriend’ by Dove Cameron if you know the song! If not it’s fine !!! 💖💖

✧I could be such a gentleman✧

─ Léon Marchand x OC, Léon Marchand x Reader

Hello Anon, thank you for your ask! I listened to the song on loop when writing haha! It was very original thank you x

Warnings: friends to lovers, based on ‘boyfriend’ by Dove Cameron, fluff, no establishment plot :)

Enjoy!

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The pool had always been your sanctuary, a place where you could lose yourself in the rhythm of your strokes, the water wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. But lately, it had become something else—something more charged, more alive. And that had everything to do with Léon Marchand.

You and Léon had been friends for as long as you could remember. You were both competitive swimmers, always pushing each other to go faster, to be better. You had a bond that others admired, one built on mutual respect and an understanding that only came from hours spent in the water together.

But recently, you had begun to notice things that you hadn’t before—like how the sunlight glinted off his wet skin as he climbed out of the pool, or how his laughter, deep and resonant, made your heart skip a beat. You noticed the way his eyes lingered on you just a bit longer than they used to, and how he always seemed to find a reason to stand close, his arm brushing against yours.

Today was no different, and yet, everything felt different. You stood at the edge of the pool, towel draped over your shoulders, watching Léon as he finished his laps. His movements were fluid, effortless, the water parting for him as if it knew he belonged there. You couldn’t help but admire him, not just for his skill but for the way he carried himself—confident, but never arrogant.

As he reached the wall and lifted himself out of the pool, your breath caught in your throat. The way his muscles rippled under his skin, the way he ran a hand through his wet hair—it was almost too much. You quickly averted your gaze, but not before he caught you staring.

“Enjoying the view?” Léon teased, his voice warm and slightly breathless as he reached for his towel.

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, and you forced yourself to meet his eyes. “Just making sure you’re not slacking off,” you shot back, trying to keep your tone light.

He laughed, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “I wouldn’t dream of it, especially with you watching.”

There it was again, that hint of something more in his voice. It was enough to make your pulse quicken, but you pushed the feeling down, reminding yourself that this was Léon—your friend, your training partner. Anything else was just…complicated.

But Léon wasn’t making it easy. He stepped closer, close enough that you could see the droplets of water still clinging to his skin, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body despite the cool air.

“You know,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About us.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to read his expression, but Léon was always good at keeping his emotions in check. Still, there was something in his gaze that made your breath hitch—a vulnerability that you hadn’t seen before.

“Us?” you echoed, trying to keep your voice steady. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. “I don’t want to just be your friend anymore, Y/N. I want something more.”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. This was what you had been both hoping for and dreading—because as much as you had thought about what it would be like to be with Léon, you were terrified of what it could mean. What if it ruined everything? What if you lost the one person who knew you better than anyone else?

“Léon…” You started, but he held up a hand, cutting you off.

“Just hear me out,” he said, his voice urgent, as if he was afraid that if you didn’t let him finish, he might lose his nerve. “I know it’s a lot to take in, and I don’t want to mess things up between us. But I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel something more for you.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “What if it doesn’t work out?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “What if we ruin everything?”

Léon’s expression softened, and he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. The touch was light, tentative, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you. “What if it does work out?” he countered gently. “What if we’re missing out on something amazing because we’re too scared to take the chance?”

His words hung in the air, full of promise and hope. You wanted to believe him, but the fear of losing him, of losing what you already had, held you back.

“Y/N, I could be a better boyfriend than anyone else,” Léon said, his voice steady, his eyes never leaving yours. “I know you, and I know how to make you happy. I’d never take you for granted, never hurt you. I’d be there for you, always.”

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his voice, at the raw emotion in his eyes. This was Léon, the same person who had been by your side through everything, who had seen you at your best and your worst. The idea of losing him was unbearable, but so was the thought of never knowing what it could be like to be with him.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance between you, your hand slipping into his. “I’m scared,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “But I don’t want to lose you either.”

Léon’s eyes softened, and he squeezed your hand, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re not going to lose me,” he promised, his voice full of conviction. “We’ll figure this out together.”

And in that moment, as he looked at you with such tenderness, such certainty, you realized that maybe this was worth the risk. Maybe Léon was right—maybe what you could have together was something extraordinary.

With a deep breath, you stepped closer, your free hand resting on his chest. “Okay,” you whispered, the word barely audible over the sound of your racing heart. “Let’s do this.”

Léon’s smile widened, relief flooding his features as he pulled you into a gentle embrace. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, and you felt a sense of peace wash over you. This was right—this was where you were meant to be.

As you stood there, wrapped in Léon’s arms, you knew that this was just the beginning. There would be challenges, there would be moments of doubt, but you also knew that you would face them together. Because with Léon, you weren’t just taking a risk—you were taking a chance on something real, something that could last.

And as he pulled back to look at you, his eyes full of warmth and affection, you knew that you’d made the right choice. This was more than just friendship—this was the start of something beautiful.

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**The End.**

[abbel]

[hibiscusbabyboy]

I don't know what I just found but I LOVE IT

[creepikat]

POKAPRIL Day 16 : Elite Four Rika

I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could be such a gentleman, Plus all my clothes would fit

[avensartt]

Mmm... Lesbians