has no idea how to hold your hand so it's the easiest to paint it, in the end would probably just tell you to lay it on some flat surface, leaning over and squinting while smearing the polish anywhere but your nails
his hands are not used to being so carefully maneuvered (aside from playing games, that is)
he'd insist on finishing at least one of your hand even if you decided to stop in the middle just to prove he can do it
"Hey, it doesn't look... that bad...?"
if you offered to paint his nails, he'd be pretty hesitant, but eventually gave in
if anyone asked him about it, he could always ramble about his partner doing it for him and how he's such an awesome boyfriend that it doesn't bother him!
2 out of 10
Wallace Wells
not to be stereotypical but
babe. he's gay
even if he's inexperienced, he has the patience to do it
would carefully hold your hand while focusing on the task
don't talk to him if you want him to do it well though, he has to have no distractions or else he'll go over the line
in the end he's pretty chill about it tho
"Maybe I should look for a job as a manicurist sometime, eh?"
has no troubles letting you paint his nails if you want, staring at you with a calm smirk as you're focused on your job (he thinks it's cute)
10 out of 10
Neil Nordegraf
he didn't expect his hand to be so coordinated (well, as much as it can be, given he never tried anything like it before)
very focused on not going over the line
he thought it was a pretty fun experience
staring intently at your hand, then his own ... "You think you can do mine now?"
you're excited to show him all the colors he can choose from (unless you don't have that many, in which case he'll take anything)
he's not ashamed of having his nails painted but they'll probably disappear after like few days
he'll simply scratch them off when he's bored and looking for stimulation
but hey, you can paint them again!
5 out of 10
Matthew Patel
probably already tried painting his nails before so he has some experience, but don't count on miracles
tries his hardest
gently holds your hand, has this intensely focused stare on his face
almost shushes you if you try to make some conversation in the middle of it (he must concentrate so he can make it as good as can be!)
"Hold still! ... ugh, now it's on your finger-" quickly wipes it off "Just let me-- AGAIN?!"
you reassure him it's fine
he's adamant that they will be perfect, that his work will be perfect (it isn't)
but he tried
would die if you held his hand and painted his nails though
if he noticed your nails wore off, he'd offer his services again (he asked his girls for help getting better at it!)
5 out of 10
Gideon Graves
doll (/gender-neutral), he doesn't have time for that
if you convince him it's gravely important for you, he might budge
you're lucky he loves you
the end result might even make him proud, who knows?
it doesn't
it really doesn't
you make it look so easy, why is it so damn hard for him!?
probably gets pissed off and curses after the 3rd time of going over the line
now it's personal, he will finish his work, he doesn't give up
his determination would amuse you if he didn't look so serious
will shush you if you try to tell him it's not a big deal
IT IS A BIG DEAL TO HIM!
you start to regret you even asked after spending wayyy too much time with Gideon aggressively scrubbing off the nail polish of your nail each time it doesn't look right
finally, after at least 30 minutes of him getting frustrated, he's done
and... it's... something??
he calmly raises his glasses that fell on his nose during the ordeal, pretending as if he didn't just waste 30 minutes of his life on this task "You're welcome."
won't do it again, don't ask
okay, maybe if you challenge plead him enough, he will
as for you painting his nails... forget it! he's too busy for that (he probably has trauma from his experience)
but maybe, if you ask again in a few days, telling him how it's your way of expressing your love, how no one would even see them and he might just scrub them off later, he might entertain himself with the possibility of it happening
you paint his nails black, the only color he allows you to pick (he's too manly for anything else)
he looks at his hands, both painted to the best of your abilities...
alright, maybe it doesn't look as bad as he expected
might even dig it a little??
you won't see it on him the next day though, he can't let anyone but you see them
4 out of 10
Ramona Flowers
I think out of all the people, she would do your nails the best
she paints her nails pretty often herself, so she's got some skill in it
pick any color! she probably has a lot of them, to match with her ever changing hair
she'd make you both tea beforehand
her cup would probably remain almost untouched, she'd be too focused on making sure that the nail polish doesn't go anywhere other than your nails
when she's painting her nails alone, she'd usually put on some radio so it wouldn't be so quiet
but with you, it's rare for the room to be silent
it's easy for you to get invested in any topic with her, no matter if it's just trivial gossip or complaining about some people she met during her work
you make sure to compliment her great work
she smiled warmly, "...It's not a big deal."
feel free to paint her nails! even if you're not as skilled as her, she'll appreciate it regardless
10 out of 10
Kim Pine
she has the patience for it, probably some experience as well
pretty calm approach, you're free to talk to her or listen to some music in the background while she's working on your nails
might have some really old nail polish somewhere in her house, but I wouldn't count on it still being usable
she'll just steal one from her roommate
her skill might use some adjustment, but overall, they look real nice! the errors are barely noticeable
would love to see you struggle while trying to paint hers if you aren't as good
probably would throw in some smartass quips here and there, but it's all in good fun
"You went over the line like 10 times... But I still like it." she says, observing her freshly done nails
8 out of 10
Roxie Richter
(not) surprisingly she rarely paints her nails (she's too busy being a ninja!)
which makes it a bit hard for her to keep in line
but she's got the spirit
even if there's a lot of distractions, like some song playing in the background and her rambling your ear off, she'll try her best
what counts is for you both to have a good time!
and she will not disappoint
the painting session probably takes longer than usual due to your giggles filling the room every few minutes
"Hey, do mine now!" she reaches out her hands excitedly as soon as yours dry off
hopefully you're not too distracted by your girlfriend's gushing about how she's gonna love the end result
welcome to my second ficrecs masterlist!
find my main blog @ichorai.
find my own fics here.
below the cut includes jujutsu kaisen, lord of the rings, saltburn, the halcyon, marvel, game of thrones, house of the dragon, prisoners, world on fire, dc, doctor who, scott pilgrim, succession, harry potter, the boys, interview with the vampire, gangsta, arcane, top gun: maverick, outer range, and avatar fics!
jujutsu kaisen.
jujutsu kaisen men in the world of work by @drak3n
ೃ⁀➷ naoya zenin.
only a fool for you by @mochimoshis
ೃ⁀➷ satoru gojo.
intertwined, sewn together by @kiwicider
luxury & lingerie by @celestie0
ೃ⁀➷ suguru geto.
the guy i lost my virginity to is stalking me by @gorehsk
lord of the rings.
ೃ⁀➷ legolas.
watcher of wanderers by @entishramblings
saltburn.
ೃ⁀➷ michael gavey.
the golden ratio by @ewanmitchellcrumbs
midpoint by @asumofwords
mine all mine by @humanpurposes
the poetry of logical ideas by @sylasthegrim
stick it out to the end by @aemondsbabe
the halcyon.
ೃ⁀➷ billy taylor.
one more tomorrow by @tomhiddleston
marvel.
ೃ⁀➷ bucky barnes.
nobody's soldier by @im-a-meteorite
ೃ⁀➷ kurt wagner.
bamf babies by @bamfkeeper
for love, we sin the most by @larcenywrites
kurt's instincts are still flaring... you know just how to help by @/bamfkeeper
parents by @/bamfkeeper
untitled by @dinogoofymutated
untitled by @dreaming-tonite
untitled by @kayesfanfics
untitled by @sanguineterrain
ೃ⁀➷ logan howlett.
logan's reaction when you wear one of his shirts by @periprose
ೃ⁀➷ peter parker.
untitled by @forever-rogue
ೃ⁀➷ robert reynolds.
sneaking around by @callsign-swan
untitled by @mustyrosewater
yawn by @delopsia
game of thrones / house of the dragon.
pregnancy headcanons by @princessbellecerise
ೃ⁀➷ gwayne hightower.
& now i'm covered in you by @swordgrace
ೃ⁀➷ jacaerys velaryon.
hunger games au by @maidragoste
lotus bloom by @hxtd
ೃ⁀➷ jaime lannister.
the best fit by @casterladyrock
my honor by @daemonbrain
war has changed by @villaingaze
ೃ⁀➷ lyonel baratheon.
untitled by @thewritetofreespeech
prisoners.
ೃ⁀➷ david loki.
blood bond by @davidlcki
sfw alphabet by @charliehoennam
tall, dark, and handsome by @rebelliousstories
world on fire.
ೃ⁀➷ tom bennett.
best intentions by @/ewanmitchellcrumbs
rocking the boat by @ultraintrovertedgryffindor
dc.
attractive things they do ... without realizing by @ahqkas
ೃ⁀➷ adrian chase.
five times vigilante definitely does not have feelings (and one time he does) by @tropes-and-tales
helluva drug by @lysenfeu
hot venom by @jangofctts
never been kissed by @training4theapocalypse
thirsty by @/training4theapocalypse
ೃ⁀➷ bruce wayne.
clingy mornings by @kurogxrix
wife on repeat by @bat-mom-writer
ೃ⁀➷ dick grayson.
sunset anew by @/sanguineterrain
doctor who.
ೃ⁀➷ eleventh doctor.
cold feet by @undiscovered-horizon
dangerous habits by @social-mockingbird
a day in by @cloginthedrain
my john by @watchoutforthefanfics
safest place in the universe by @holly-the-trash-writer
set things right by @pastanest
ticking love bomb by @/watchoutforthefanfics
scott pilgrim.
ೃ⁀➷ kim pine.
right next door by @writersbarrierblock
ೃ⁀➷ wallace wells.
untitled by @twiixr4kidz
untitled by @/twiixr4kidz
succession.
their marriage proposal by @romeulusroy
ೃ⁀➷ lukas matsson.
normal people by @the-west-meadow
ೃ⁀➷ roman roy.
baby by @richeeduvie
being roman roy's personal assistant (and his obsession) would include... by @senselessviolets
Can I request headcannons of Scott Pilgrim characters reacting to finding out that Y/n is Spider-Man or just a superhero? (they found out by walking in to their room without knocking to see them changing out of their hero outfit)
Yes I can!!!!
Scott Pilgrim characters finding out you're a superhero
Characters: Wallace, Scott, Kim, young neil, Romana, Stephen
Warnings: none
Scott:
He's so hyped
omg you're a superhero??? That's so cool! You're so cool!
As soon as he sees you he's just kinda shocked
Like he doesn't know what to do
And then he starts freaking out and asking you questions about how you became a superhero, who you worst enemy, all of that.
So be prepared lol
Wallace:
"hey, you need to- oh... Cool. Anyways"
He rlly doesn't gaf
He's just chilling
Probably will ask one or two questions but doesn't really care
Kim:
Exactly like Wallace
Oh you're a superhero? Cool... What do you want me to do with that?
Romana:
Kinda like Wallace, but she asks a lot more questions
Like how? Why? And are you gonna turn evil?
After that she just thinks you're kinda cool
Young Neil:
His honest reaction
He's kinda like Scott, but like 2x worse
Which isn't a lot but it'll feel like it
Stephen:
Like when he finds out he's surprised, but the shock mellows out a bit after a few seconds
could you do a drabble of kim pine x sweetheart!reader? Like, completely opposite personality of Kim's. But theyre just idiots in love
notes; AHHH thank u!!! i hope u enjoy, u can always request more Kim if u want !!
tw; Reader uses They/Them pronouns!, unedited,
wc; 0.1k
"Baby!" [YourName] cheered from the couch, getting up and greeting Kim from the door. Kim shuffled off her jacket, a small smile on her face as she did so. "It's me, I guess." Kim mumbled, pressing a kiss to [YourName]'s lips as they hugged Kim. "mmm, I have dinner in the oven right now, it's your favorite." they said happily, Kim just nodded her head as the two switched from the foyer to the living room. "How was everyone!?" [YourName] then questioned happily, "They suck, we suck, Scott's dating a high schooler." Kim replied. Those words made [YourName] pause but nod their head slowly, "Oh.." they mumbled. "Don't worry, I'm fine though." Kim said, offering a small smile to her partner which made [YourName] perk up with a happy smile- pressing kisses all over Kim's face.
The Benevolent Girlfriend | Kim Pine (ft. Wallace Wells)
MASTERLIST | AO3
Relationship(s): Kim Pine x sick!gn!reader (romantic), Wallace Wells x sick!gn!reader (implied romantic)
Summary: Your roommate Wallace is repulsed by your cold, so he gets your girlfriend Kim to come over and take care of you.
Warnings: You're gross and sick, sorry. (Let me know if I need to add any)
Word count: 0.8k
(A/N: I finally rewatched Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, because I wanted to watch it before I watch the anime (haven't seen it yet, but once I have I'll make a post and add it to my fandom list), and damn I'm in love with Kim. I've been enjoying writing these sick fics whilst I recover from the common cold, so I figured I'd try writing something about Kim, and I was motivated to write something that wasn't just headcanons, which I've already done with the Yellowjackets ladies, Abed and Annie from Community and Charlie, Todd and Neil from Dead Poets Society. This is my first Scott Pilgrim fic, so hopefully it's alright! I tried to capture the spirit and tone of the movie and characters. I'd like to write more for both Kim and Wallace specifically. Maybe I'm delirious from being sick but I'd love to write a fic where the reader is the S/O of both Kim and Wallace to indulge myself because I'm in love with them both.)
A mattress on the floor in a very cold country surely couldn’t have been the best place to recover from a cold- an idiot could tell you that. Wallace had very kindly made you soup and brought you countless glasses of water, but he had hauled his chair as far away from you and the bed as he could manage in the small apartment because, to quote him, you were ‘repulsive and contagious, no offence’. He had been very gracious in letting you pick out what daytime TV crap you wanted to watch.
It reached the late afternoon when there was a knock at the door, and, with a huff, Wallace got up to get it, leaving you to stare absently at the TV through the mist of your mild headache and clogged ears. Your neck was beginning to ache from craning it to look up at the screen.
“Kimberly. You’re here. What took you so long?”
“Nice to see you too, Wallace. Are they awake?”
Wallace cast a glance in your direction and tilted his head; he then looked back at Kim.
“Well, the lights are on, but it doesn’t look like anybody’s home.”
He punctuated the sentence with a shrug.
“Kim?” you said finally, voice hoarse and nasal from your sore throat and blocked nose respectively.
Kim peered at you over Wallace's shoulder then barged past him. She stood at the foot of your ‘bed’.
“What are you doing here?” you mumbled. “You didn’t have to come.”
“Wallace texted me that you’re sick.”
Wallace left the door ajar, prompting you to wrap your blanket tighter around you. He reached over to grab his coat and slid his arms into it, then stood beside Kim.
“I’m going out with Other Scott, and I thought it’d be cruel to leave you alone, so I told your very benevolent girlfriend-” Kim rolled her eyes as Wallace indicated to her with a nod. “That you were sick and that she might wanna come over and take care of you in your equally benevolent roommate’s stead.”
“Okay. Thanks, Wa-”
You were interrupted by a sneeze. It was so sudden that you made the split-second decision to cover it with your hands. When you peeled it away, droplets of snot coated your palms.
You groaned.
Wallace scrunched up his nose.
“That’s disgusting,” Kim commented monotonously.
“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “I’ve been told.”
“And, with that,” Wallace said, stepping over to the door and swinging it open. “I’ll leave you kids to it. Good luck, Kim. And, I hope you feel better soon, dear.”
“Thanks, Wallace,” you mumbled.
“Fuck off, Wallace,” Kim said dryly, in unison with you.
He waved at you both then closed the door. There was a moment of silence in which you and Kim just stared at one another. Your snot-covered hands were still held out in front of you.
“So, you’re sick, huh?”
“Yep.”
“Are you going to clean that up?”
You stared at her blankly, before realising what she meant.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”
You went to reach for your box of tissues before you realised that they were on the kitchen counter after Wallace had used a few to shield his hands from direct contact with your glass of water. Kim’s gaze followed yours, but her attention returned to you when she noticed that you were readying yourself to get up.
“One sec. I’ll get them for you.”
You relaxed as Kim made the very short journey to the kitchen counter and knelt down to put the box next to you. She yanked a few tissues from the box before placing them in your hands, careful not to touch your snot.
“Thanks, Kim.”
“No problem.”
She stayed kneeling down beside you, watching as you cleared up your hands. There was a look of contemplation on her face.
“You need anything else?”
You glanced up at her and smiled.
“No, thanks.”
“Alright.”
She climbed over you and took a seat beside you- shoulder-to-shoulder- on the mattress. You looked at her incredulously.
“Are you sure you wanna get so close? Wallace hasn’t come near me all day.”
She folded her arms.
“I don’t care.”
“But, I’m disgusting.”
Kim smirked so faintly that anyone who didn’t know her wouldn’t have registered that it was there.
“I wouldn’t be your ‘benevolent girlfriend’ if that bothered me.”
You chuckled and rested your head on her shoulder, and Kim rested her head on yours.
“Holy shit, you’re hot,” she stated.
“Thanks.”
“I meant you have an alarming fever.”
“Oh. Right.”
There was a pause, and Kim huffed.
“Fine. You’re the other kind of hot, too.”
“Thanks, Kim, that’s very-”
You broke into a series of coughs and doubled over. You covered your mouth with the inside of your elbow. Kim rubbed your back soothingly. Once again, the faintest of smiles tugged at her lips.
“Sorry,” you groaned. “That wasn't very hot.”
“Maybe not,” she said. She rested her hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer, once again resting her head on yours. “But, I love you anyway.”
can you do headcanons for Ramona and Kim with a s/o who’s usually stoic but is secretly really affectionate?
SORRY FOR HOW LATE THIS IS I WAS ON A HIATUS
ramona and kim w/ a stoic but secretly soft partner!!
ramona flowers
mona eats it UP
on one hand, she loves how much of a badass you are on the outside
you just radiate this cool energy and she loves it
on the other hand, she thrives off of affection
she likes the other side of you a lot more than the side you show because she knows it's the real you
she loves when it's just the two of you because of that - she's happy that she gets to see you like this
she totally teases you about it though
when you're with friends, she'll make jokes about how clingy you were last night, or something sweet you said to her, and everyone's like "what, y/n?? NO WAY"
but you and ramona know the truth
kim pine
she's literally the exact same way
she's really happy to be with someone who matches her energy the way you do
it's like the two of you can be out in public or with other people and you'll both be all silent and cool and mysterious
but as soon as you get home or everyone leaves, you're both giggling up a storm and hugging and cuddling
she's never been with somebody who's had the same needs as her either
it just feels so much more natural for her
it's not too hard to keep up the front around kim's friends because they're an interesting bunch (with all due respect, of course), but it's still a breath of fresh air that the both of you can be yourselves around each other
pairing: Kim Pine x GenderNeutral!Reader (uses they/them pronouns but also Wallace hits on you)
requested by kingcarlofconnecticut-blog. thanks for the request! lets go kim pine lovers.
word count: 2298
warnings: drinking and mentions of food, also mentions of overly competitive mario kart
summary: kim moves in at the apartment next to yours. you're shy, and she and her friends literally drag you out of your shell to compete in a drunk mario kart competition.
“Let us know if you need anything, sweetie!” Kim’s parents wave her goodbye from their car. The redhead gives a wave back, before turning back to the new building where her new apartment now lies. She needed a new scene, and living with her parents got really depressing as the year passed. She regarded the plus sides, with her new place being near to everyone else and work– no longer needing the long bus drive to and from home.
Shatterband was still going on, to her and Scott’s surprise. She just really liked playing drums, and neither of them really cared if they sounded bad. They were broadening their horizons, well, as much as they could with only playing at Scott’s place and having his cat be their only audience. They’re now moving on from covers of songs from 60s bands to songs from 90s bands. “Very distinct advancement, Neil. You wouldn’t get it.” Kim recalls Scott telling their young friend.
She walks up to the door of her apartment, the keys in her hand. Before she could unlock her door, the neighbor in the apartment next to her suddenly opens their door and heads out. They both lock eyes, and she sees the neighbor gulp.
“Uh, hey. I just moved in.” Kim greets them. The neighbor just gives the drummer a nod, before quickly retreating back to their apartment. Kim gets a puzzled look on her face, chuckling slightly, before entering her own apartment.
That was not one of your best moments. You were already late for work, waking up late in the morning. You sped through your apartment, getting ready, as you step out the door you just freeze.
You had heard about someone new moving in in the apartment near yours. You didn’t expect her to be so cute. Freckles, red hair, a track jacket that hugged her like armor. You just couldn’t get a word out. You felt heat coming up to your cheeks, you were flustered, and you had no idea how to deal with it. You give her nod, and get right back in your apartment, leaning against the door. A few moments later, you hear the door to her place close, and you breathe out a sigh.
You head out hesitantly, and speed to work. You can lament your lack of charisma later.
***
The day ends uneventfully, and you start to head back home. You pass by a liquor store, and decide to get the new neighbor a bottle of wine to welcome her in the building.
You get to her door, your hand raised ready to knock, but you hesitate. Uncertainty fills you. She probably thinks I’m a weirdo after this morning. You go back to your apartment and get a post-it note to leave on the bottle. You write a simple ‘Welcome to the neighborhood!’ and write down your apartment number, and stick it on the label. You leave the bottle to the side of the door, and then head back to yours.
***
Kim has been unpacking everything out of their boxes the whole day. She’s somewhat not particular about how things are organized, but she keeps things neat. The living room and kitchen were somewhat done, and all the majority of the boxes left are in her bedroom. Her phone rings at the kitchen counter, and she stands up from the floor to get it.
“Yeah?” She says, still looking around in her apartment. It was still something to get used to.
“Hey, Kim. I heard you got a new place. How is it?” Ramona’s voice inquires, her curious voice sounds from the device.
“It’s good, Rammy. Still adjusting,” Kim says, kicking an empty box.
“Well, how about we have dinner there? Like, a housewarming thing.” She can hear Ramona’s smile in her tone. Kim lets out a sigh.
“Fine. But no Italian food. I’m still recovering from that monstrosity of pasta that Scott cooked up last week.” Kim says, teasingly. She hears a distant angry shout through the line, recognizing it as Scott’s.
“It was one time! I didn’t get the right cheese!” She hears Ramona chuckle, and the two women say their goodbyes.
Kim decides to speed up unpacking. Her bedroom closet gets filled, along with the wardrobes and the cabinets. By the time she’s done cleaning up all the empty boxes, there’s a knock on the door.
She opens it in a flash, Scott and Ramona appearing with food and a bottle of wine. Kim looks at the beverage. “I thought you were more of a tequila girl, Rammy.”
“Actually, we found this at your door. Looks like a neighbor wanted to welcome you in.” Ramona says, shrugging off her coat. Scott puts the food down on the kitchen table. “Making friends already, Kimberly?” Ramona teases.
Kim gives her a look. “No. I can barely tolerate you guys,” She says, inspecting the bottle. “I think I saw them earlier. Acted uh, unusual.”
Scott turns to her. “Like, creepy-murderer unusual or collects-locks-of-hair unusual?”
Ramona pats him on the shoulder. “I think those are the same type of unusual.”
“They weren’t creepy. I think I kinda spooked them, or something.” Kim says, unsure. “Well, who in the world would be scared of you?” Scott says, sarcastic and smiling.
The redhead promptly smacks him on the head.
***
You head out for work a little earlier the next day. You step out, and lock your door, and you don’t notice Kim doing the same at her door.
“Hey,” she calls for your attention. You look at her, your hands freezing with your keys and the doorknob. “Thanks for the wine. I appreciated it.”
You finish locking your door, and turn to her. You fiddle with your keys. “Oh, no problem. Welcome to the building.” You avoid her eyes, shyness overcoming you.
She looks at you, eyes roaming over your form. “I’m Kim. I never caught your name.”
You introduce yourself to her, holding your hand out for a handshake. She takes it, and gives you a small smile.
You walk together to the elevator. As the doors close, she turns to you. “Where are you headed?” She asks.
“Oh, uh, work. I work at this office building downtown.” You explain, nodding. “Sounds soul-sucking.” She comments, voice flat, and it makes you chuckle. “Oh, you have no idea.”
“Where, uh, where are you headed?” You ask, hands buried deep into the pockets of your work pants.
“I’m heading to a friend’s. He’s always getting into something stupid.” Kim sighs, slightly complaining. You lightly chuckle.
“Sounds like good company,” you mumble, slightly teasing. Kim looks at you, a small smile on her lips. “Yeah, he’s an idiot.”
The elevator dings, and you both get out. You give her a wave of goodbye, and throughout the day you keep thinking about her small smile.
***
When you get home that day, as you walk into the hallway, you hear loud laughing and voices in Kim’s apartment. Before you get to your door, her door suddenly opens. A man walks out looking slightly tipsy, still looking at someone inside the apartment. “I swear guys, the pizza is here- Oh.” His eyes land on you, blatantly checking you out with half-lidded eyes. “Hey stranger.”
“Wallace! Get back here, you bitch.” Another male voice comes from the apartment. Kim walks to the door, spotting you. “Oh, hi.” She greets you.
You give her a wave, ducking your head in shyness. “Kim, who is this?” The dark haired guy slurs his words slightly, leaning against the threshold of her door.
“Wallace, this is my neighbor. Do not.” She looks him in the eyes, warning slightly. Another person came up to the door, a guy with light brown hair, and he looked even drunker than the other guy. “Oh hey! You’re the neighbor! Come in! We’re playing Mario Kart.”
“Oh, uh,” you clear your throat, awkwardly leaning on the wall, “I wouldn’t want to impose.”
The two men try to usher you inside Kim’s apartment, encouraging you. You look at Kim, and she gives you a small smile. “I mean, I don’t mind.” She says, suddenly looking away, a bit of red on her cheeks.
The drunk men cheered and continued to drag you inside. You look around at her apartment, admiring the decor. You see the rest of Kim’s friends crowded around her TV, sitting on the couch and pillows on the floor. Chips, dips, soda cans, and solo cups cover the coffee table that was pushed to the side.
“Everyone, this is Y/N, they live next door.” Kim introduces you. “That’s Wallace, Scott, Ramona, Knives, and Neil.” You wave at them, subtly ignoring Wallace’s extra flirtatious ‘hey’.
Kim guides you to sit on the couch, and you give everyone a shy smile. You get handed a drink and a controller, and your eyes widen.
“Let’s see what you got, cutie.” Wallace gives you a wink. You don’t see Kim silently seethe.
***
Kim, as it turns out, is very competitive. As is almost everyone else in her friend group.
You watch on in amusement and horror as every race ends in an argument, and you can only catch bits of pieces through the crescendo of madness. You take a sip of your drink, and you spot Ramona also shaking her head, laughing at the fights.
Your eyes look at Kim, her eyebrows furrowed in anger and fists balled up on her sides. You smile, enjoying just getting to know things about her. You head to the kitchen, fixing yourself another drink.
“And you can’t be mad that that glitch was patched. You can’t do anything about it!”
“Rainbow Road was your idea!”
“That turtle shell has ruined all seven years of our friendship.”
At the corner of your eye, you see Kim now sitting near the coffee table, angrily munching on chips. You get a bottle of water and go over to her, sitting beside her. You offer her the water, and she takes it silently.
She has a bit of salsa on her chin, and you chuckle. “What?” She asks, deadpan. You shake your head, and reach over to her, wiping the spot of red away from her face, and licking it off your thumb.
She stares at you dumbfoundedly, before looking away, staring at something else. Her emotionless face is betrayed by the blush on her cheeks.
***
A few more drinks later, and a lot of matches getting only 6th place, you admit to yourself that you’re kind of tipsy. You look at Kim with half lidded eyes, a dopey smile on your face as she wins a race. Her lips stretched into a wide grin of victory, arms raised in the air.
You take another sip of your drink, and Wallace slides next to you. “Hey, Y/N. Do you think Mario Kart rocks or sucks?” You furrow your eyebrows, confused. You’ve been puzzled by Wallace’s advances all night.
“It’s good, it’s good.” You mumble, taking another sip. He nods, and puts a hand on your shoulder. “That’s good.”
Kim sees this and makes her way to you two. Your eyes brighten when you see her. “Hey, Kim.” You greet, “Great, uh party.” You say.
The redhead says nothing, glaring at the hand on your shoulder. Wallace whistles, and backs away, his hands up in mock surrender. Luckily, Scott and Ramona call him over as they fight about which character to play is the best.
Kim sits next to you, staring straight ahead of her. You turn to face her, smiling. “Hi,” you say, tipsy. She looks at your face, her eyes softening and darkening at the same time.
She looks to her friends, then back to you, and suddenly pulls you up from the couch. You let out a low noise in surprise, the room suddenly spinning more than it did a few minutes ago. She apparently dragged you to her room, and set you down on the floor. She sits down right after you, on her knees with her hands on your shoulders so you’re both at the same eye level. She’s suddenly so close to your face, and you can’t help but look at her dazedly.
“Are you as drunk as I am right now?” She asks, gripping your shoulders tightly. You nod dumbly, not really trusting your voice right now.
She looks into your eyes, and then glances lower. She licks her lips, and your eyes drink in the movement. She suddenly surges forward, kissing you softly. Electricity hits you, and the soft contact shocks you and heats up your entire body.
You lean into her, humming appreciatively at the feeling of her lips on yours. You put your arms around her, holding her by the waist. She inadvertently gets on top of you, her whole weight on your lap.
The kiss deepens when you hear her moan. The sound puts you more in a trance, and you desperately try to make her make more sounds. You pull her closer to you, and her warmth perfectly consumes your senses. Everything else didn’t exist, and the world was only Kim.
A sudden knock and the sound of someone barging in pulls you both away from each other. Heat rises to your cheeks, still a little out of it. You see Scott at the door, his eyes wide and jaw dropped.
You look at Kim, and she’s giving Scott the deadliest glare you’ve ever seen her give. She suddenly gets up and starts chasing him. “Pilgrim! Get over here!” You hear a high-pitched scream of fear from the other room, and you don’t pay it mind. Your mind can’t wrap its head around the most amazing kiss you’ve had. You lay down on the floor with a contented sigh.
