SUMMARY: you call on your favorite doctor to help you out with some chilly problems
WARNINGS: none!! :D
COMMENTS: just figured out winter itch is a thing!? i kidna miss kyle shhh dont tell him
this is unedited because i wanted to take a break from work LMAOO if theres a typpo NO THERE ISNT!!!!!
TAGLIST: obligatory @vivislosingitagain tag
you sigh as kyle’s hands work against your thigh, rubbing in the lavender scented lotion jonah was kind enough to purchase you a few weeks back. his hands are gentle as they massage your skin, and if it wasn’t for the irritation across your hips and legs, you would almost think of this as romantic.
“get some unscented lotion next time. and make sure you’re showering with lukewarm water, hon.” he purses his lips, looking up at you through his pretty eyelashes, “and come to me if it gets worse.”
“i will, doctor kyle.” you smile, smug as ever when his cheeks glow pink, “nobody could treat me better.”
“don’t say things like that.” he huffs, pinching the fat of your left thigh.
it’s such a gentle pinch that it feels more like he’s tickling you. you giggle under your breath, and he smiles.
“thank you.” you murmur when he finishes, knowing he didn’t have to take care of you but decided to anyway.
“yeah, of course.” he smiles, pushing himself up from his position on the floor.
he tilts your chin up and steals a soft kiss from you, nuzzling his nose against yours as he pulls away. you find yourself frozen for just a moment before you jolt forward, kissing him again.
you whisper i love you’s against his mouth and he returns them, smiling hard enough to hurt his pink cheeks.
oh, how you adore him.
and so you kiss him again, cupping his face and pulling him close, melting away the irritation from hours before with sweetness from your beloved.
I had other asks before this, but if I'm being honest, the plots are a bit lengthy so this was a nice, quick translation ask for me to finish! Depending on my free time, I might start to finish the older, shorter asks... One-shots are becoming my weakness.
This is my personal characterisation of Kyle from IkeRev as a Yandere. Actual Kyle would not do this; this is my take on how Kyle acts as a Yandere.
Yandere Kyle is someone who'd never dream of harming you. He straddles the lines of delusion and punishment, because when you push him over the edge he lets go of his reluctance in an instant
He really tries to maintain a normal relationship with you, although a little rocky since you seem to catch him in his drunkest moments. That was the only thing unplanned on his part; he sincerely believes that he was being messed with
He's not initially jealous, but it grows the longer you stay with Kyle. He realises that you're vulnerable, blaming himself for not thinking of countermeasures sooner. Kyle has a compassionate heart no matter how you look at it, so he doesn't actually think of harming you to get you
Just so happened to be an occasion of celebrating your relationship that Kyle carried you off while you were sleepy from the food and wine. Your sleeping face… He was obsessed. He was entranced. He kneeled next to you, staring at your sleeping face, the blush creeping on his cheek as he creeped on you
He can't understand why anyone could fathom harming you. Of course, he's fairly unexpressive of what he feels about you to the others, but those onlookers did not comprehend that he was capable of force-feeding the spies sent to kidnap you a drug that would turn their insides to liquid
Kyle can be scary to you depending on how you react to him. If you cry to him, seeking understanding or even if you're disgusted with him, he won't mind. However, the moment you mention him being a monster or the need to leave him, you fall asleep in his arm from the gas
He absolutely despises you calling him a monster. He's not the monster, the ones who try to harm you are. He's not really harming you darling oh no, he just needs to put you to sleep. You deserve it, you were being ungrateful towards him. Of course he needs to keep you sedated, otherwise you'd be taken from him
The Red Army is too focused that the Alice is within their grasp. Lancelot and Jonah spare no glance to Kyle pursuing a relationship with you. If that means that Alice remains in the Red Army, why should they interfere? Edgar is quick to silence Zero, but if Zero's heroic heart steps out of line, Kyle can fix that up with a quick stitch. Literally
Kyle overall makes you reliant on him. When pushed to the edge, he could be a delusional yandere, but he follows the habits of a compassionate yet possessive yandere. If you plead so nicely, he'll take you out to the dessert parlour with you dressed in your favourite style, with a bracelet of his name around your wrist
Escaping is really futile, and stupid. Kyle undoubtedly is a trustworthy adversary to the Red Army, having enough power to deploy troops to find you. If the Black Army comes into possession of you, he's willing to gas the entire army with a suicidal drug and many more war crimes to have you once again, so be good Alice. Be good, and save your and his descent into madness...
trope (?): friends to lovers (I’m a scammer, actually.)
“Thank you doctor Kyle!” an old man shook Kyle’s hand, “Heaven knows what would’ve happened to my granddaughter if you hadn’t come to help!”
Kyle smiled at the old man, “Ah, don’t mention it ya old geezer, just make sure to check on her temperature every now and then and make her drink the medicine I gave ya every eight hours, capeesh? I’ll check in on her next week.”
The old man nodded, letting go of Kyle’s hand, just then his eyes suddenly flew to something- someone- nearby. “Oh would you look at that! It’s your old friend, doctor Kyle!”
Kyle shot a look at where the old man was pointing to, his eyes searching for a familiar face. His honeyed gaze landing on his old beloved friend, (y/n). Your hair looking like a bird nest, as it always was, paint all over your beige button-up shirt. You were carrying a paint-splattered wooden case, which Kyle assumes is where you keep your paints and brushes and whatnots (he wouldn’t know), and your other arm wrapped securely on a blank canvas and a small easel. Kyle quickly bid his farewell to the old man, wanting to catch up to you.
“Oi! You!” Kyle shouted, not quite reaching your ears, you were in someplace else, a little world of your own, senses blocked out to focus on your thoughts. Kyle grinned, you were still the same. He found comfort in that. He managed to walk behind you, tapping your shoulder, getting close to you and whispering “Stop ignoring me, (y/n)”. You turned, finding your eyes locked on Kyle’s, you grinned madly.
“Well if it isn’t my hot shot doctor best friend in the whole world!” You exclaimed, Kyle laughing at the title he’s been given. “Damn, I would hug you but I kinda got my hands full, buddy!”
Kyle shook his head, his heart racing and his mind whirling, “Since ya can’t give your bestest friend a hug, d’you mind if I tag along with ya? I haven’t seen ya paint since…” he paused, thinking, “since who knows when.”
You laughed, Kyle loved your laugh, it was an ugly laugh, but it felt so real that it made his heart swell. “Alright, Kyle. Since I know you don’t always have the time of day to spend time with me, I’ll let you tag along.”
You spun and started to walk to your painting place, Kyle was familiar with it, he’s accompanied you there many times ever since you two were children. He then remembers why he walks fast all the time, it was because he spent most of his life trying to catch up to you. You always walked fast, even if there was no hurry, he smiled at the thought, liking how a fraction of himself was because of you.
“Alright! We’re here, now sit your ass down, doc.” You said, setting up your canvas and your paints. Kyle nodded, taking off his coat to keep it from getting sullied by the moist grass. You plopped down, smiling at Kyle. “Oh, scoot behind my canvas, Kyle- a little further back-”
Kyle looked at you, confused, he was used to being beside you when you painted, not in front of you. Thinking hard, Kyle then came to a realization and flushed red, I’m your subject for this painting. He thought. You must’ve caught on his reaction and you chuckled, “I don’t see you a lot, Kyle.” you muttered, loud enough for him to hear.
“Ah…yeah, being an army doctor doesn’t exactly give me a lot of time to come out and play haha…” Kyle forced a sad little smile, his heart not strong enough to meet your gaze, and so he looked at the sky behind you, still wanting to see you, albeit through his peripheral vision.
You nodded, a rare, sad smile gracing your lips, “If I have a painting of you, Kyle…maybe I’ll miss you less than I usually do.” you pursed your lips, eyes jumping back and forth Kyle and your canvas. Kyle’s eyes then find yours, his sleepy-looking gaze flooding your thoughts and senses. Your eyes turn glossy, sensing that within your chest, there is a heart that longs for your drunkard Kyle, missing the time when you had the opportunity to see him every day. Where you both had time for moments like this. That these meetings were not rare, that you’d see his mop of unruly dark red hair so much that you’d get sick of the company. You always saw yourself adulting with Kyle, facing early-life crises with Kyle, learning the ropes of adulthood with Kyle. You were a fool to dream of such, he’s been adulting since he was sixteen, and you had only begun. You missed the time when you had Kyle’s attention, only you, no one else. Your eyebrows knitting and your lips turning into a frown, holding back tears being kept at bay.
I’ll never be able to catch up to you, can’t I, Kyle? You thought.
“I…” Kyle started, his heart oozing with unsaid affections for you, still scared of these alien feelings, not sure what they were, “I miss you, too. A lot.”
Your eyes widen, a grin dancing on your lips, tears still threatening to escape your eyes. Kyle leaned towards you, not once breaking eye contact, his hand reaching out to wipe away your tears.
“You’ll look even more ugly if you cry, (y/n).” he smirked playfully, to which you responded by snorting and letting out your hideous laugh. Kyle rolled his eyes as he watched the clear sky behind you, a wonderful backdrop for your stunningly ugly laughing fit. His heart was still confused, still not fully aware of the length of his adoration for you, not knowing that he’d much rather call you his beloved rather than just his friend. But alas, you two have a lifetime, so Kyle saw no rush in figuring things out, all he wanted in these fleeting moments was to etch and embed into his mind is the sight of your messy hair, your hands coated with paint (he’ll have to force you to wash them later), your wide grin, and your eyes glued onto his.
Oh, okay then~ can I ask for an ikerev hc (seth, jonah, edgar, kyle, luka) with the MC/SO who have quite the strength, having death grip and deadly kick & punch if she chose to fight physically and can carry some weight ? Like, she's not big on using weapons but she used to be an MMA champion back in her days in the land of reason and bc of that she's very strong, being an athlete and all. Thank you for doing my request~ ^^ (bonus; what if she's cute & small? lmao they would be so shook)
Oh my gosh yesssss I hope I do them justice 😔✊
Tw cursing
Seth Hyde
Oohhh my lord power couple at its finest
And the fact that you're cute and small? Seth is WHIPPED
He really does enable you too much
About to take some names and kick some ass? He's already holding your earrings and filming
"babe hold my purse" "kick their ass, dear! (✿ ♡‿♡)"
I hope no one messes with the two of you at the same time because they're not getting out of there alive, or close to it
I can see you both training together and the rest of the Black Army is baffled every. single. time. no matter how many times they see you guys
Also the fact that you both are the only ones who can beat Sirius in an arm wrestling match? Iconic
You both scare the shit out of everyone
Jonah Clemence
Poor man is going to get a heart attack when he sees you deck someone
He lovingly scolds you for not letting him know about your background and potentially getting yourself hurt
He loves that you can take care of yourself, considering literally everything that's happened, but he simply can't stand the thought of losing you
Absolutely pick him up
He loves it when you come up behind him and pick him up bridal style
He gets that adorable pouty blush and will tell you to put him down (don't)
Edgar Bright
My mans LIVES for this
He's simping so hard oh my gosh
Would totally ask you for tips... Y'know... Just in case...
Honestly would not hesitate to take you out on a mission or whatever because 1) you can handle yourself and 2) you would be a very valuable asset
No one expects his tiny s/o to kick so much ass
People are also scared of you two
Shady Edgar and his badass s/o? Ooooohhh boy
One time Zero walked in on you two talking about tactics and walked right back out
Lad didn't want any part of that scary shit
Kyle Ash
Once he finds out he IMMEDIATELY gives you an hour long lecture on what medical issues can stem from being an MMA champ
Will give you a med eval on the spot
Once he calms down he takes you out for drinks because, why not?
"Ugh, I need a drink..." "I need a brewery"
He is so worried, constantly like please help him
He knows you would have no trouble taking care of yourself but.... He's a doctor and he doesn't want you to end up hurt or worse
You bet your ass if someone hurts you he's gonna pull the "I'm a healer but... *Cocks gun*
Of course the chances of that happening are like.... 0.0000.......
Luka Clemence
Fluster 1000
CONSTANTLY blushing around you
He knows what you're capable of and it's really attractive and he will take that to his GRAVE
Reverse kabedon him please
He offers to teach you how to use his sword but he understands that you're much better off with your fists instead
Did I mention that you should reverse kabedon him?
Cooking in the kitchen is a dream because who needs a nut cracker when you have your hands?
Will be to shy to ask you for fighting tips at first but eventually he'll get there
Like his brother, you should 100% pick him up
Pouty Blush 2: The Electric Boogaloo
The other boys will tease him so much about it but he secretly loves it
Prompt: Short and sweet lil fluff
Requested By: Anon
Pairing: Kyle Ash x Reader
Word Count: 359
Warnings: Cuteness
A/N: Casually wrote this short lil thing for anon as a stress relief during a storm I’m ngl. I hope you like it!
There were few things in this world you were willing to die for, when it came down to it. Your convictions. Your family. Your friends. And as you looked up at your sleeping boyfriend, you knew he was something else. The effect he seemed to have on you was ridiculous, and he somehow managed to know what you needed when you needed it. It was uncanny.
You traced light circles onto the back of his hand as you watched him sleep, taking in every part of him. His unruly red hair, the way his clothes were somehow always crumpled, the bags under his eyes, and the serene look on his face that only came with the bliss of sleep.
The rise and fall of his chest as you lay there almost lulled you back to sleep, but you forced yourself awake. It was his day off today, and you were determined to be the first thing he saw. You wanted him to wake up and see your smile. You wanted to see his eyes light up and that lazy grin of his slip across his face. He always looked different when he looked at you, everyone noticed it. He looked softer, brighter. You loved that you were the one who brought it out of him.
He muttered in his sleep, stirred slightly. You wrapped your arms around him as best you could, snuggling closer. These were the moments you lived for, the simple, sweet, sleepy morning moments where you could simply be. You could snuggle close to Kyle, enjoy the sight of his calm, sleeping face. See him wake up, see the light, soft look on his face as soon as his eyes land on you. It was sheer bliss, and you loved it. You loved him.
You loved every part of him, the good and the bad, in equal measure. That would never change.
His eyes began to open, slowly, and the warmth began to spread through his eyes as his arms move to tighten around you. That lazy grin crossed his face and you knew, as you did every morning when it hit you.
Soft Prompts: running hands through hair, soft kisses/kisses on face
Fandom: Ikemen Revolution
Suitor: Kyle Ash
Reader: Any Gender
Style: Fluff
Dedicated to: @kitaguwu
“Alright. Try not to do any heavy lifting for at least a week. Come back on Sunday and I’ll see if it’s all healed to remove the bandage.”
The patient nodded, getting up from his chair and leaving the infirmary.
Kyle watched as the man left the office. Once out through the door, he sat back down and let out a sigh, one even he didn’t know he was holding.
He leaned back in his chair, arms on the armrests and stared at the ceiling into the clean white space.
His eyes and head moved, gazing across the roof to the other end and down the wall to the clock on the opposite end of the room.
6:30.
“It’s already this late?”
He let out another sigh, which seems like only the beginning of many more to come. For what seemed like the past month, patients, Red Army soldiers to be exact, kept coming in and out and all because of the war against the Magic Tower disciples.
Kyle closed his eyes, breathing softly. The drunken doctor, who actually didn’t drink any alcohol in over a month to his surprise, was dead tired. Arms numb, muscles sore, and eyes droopy. If he closed his eyes any longer, he might have fallen asleep. But that was something he wouldn’t mind at all.
Which is why the knocking of the door annoyed him.
His eyebrows furred, opening his eyes ready to yell at the person who disrupted his slumber.
But when he saw who was standing against the door frame his face softened letting out yet another sigh, a happy one this time.
“_______. Thank god it’s just you.” Kyle smiled at his lover.
You moved from your place at the door, walking towards the redhead, your eyes meeting his sunken golden one.
“Stressful day?” You walked to the place behind him, turning his hair and gently placing yourself on his lap.
Kyle held your waist, pulling you closer to him and comfortably on his leg, “Yeah. Way too many patients today.”
Giving a quick kiss to his forehead, you started to run your hands through his crimson locks, placing your head on your shoulder.
He sighed, again, placing a quick kiss on the nape of your neck. He leaned into your touch, encouraging you to continue.
You let out a soft chuckle, massaging the scalp gently.
Kyle let out a soft noise, clearly showing he enjoyed it.
You lifted his face from your shoulder, place your other hand on cheek tilting his face slightly.
And pressed a soft kiss to his temple.
Kyle smiled. He always loved your kisses. How soft your lips were against his skin, the sweet taste of them against his own.
He softly took in your scent as you placed butterfly kisses on his temples, forehead, cheeks and everywhere on his face.
Everywhere… but his lips.
Kyle furred his eyebrows; he knew you were messing with him and he knew you knew that he knew you were messing with him.
You laughed lightly, finding joy in teasing him. He opened his eyes, glaring at you, telling you exactly what he wants in the void of gold.
You smiled and titled your head, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned in too.
And then your lips touched in what seemed to be the softest kiss you ‘ve ever had.
His lips tasted like alcohol, still lingering even after a month of not drinking. Like the alcohol he always drank at the bar, a taste you’ve grown familiar with because of his past daily trips there.
Your demonstration continued, placing light kisses onto his lips and he leaned in, loving the sweet taste from all the pastries you eat with Jonah.
This moment.
Kyle wished that this moment would be everlasting, like time would stop.
But soon after your lips parted from his, going back into staring at his eyes.
His eyes. Something you loved about him.
His hands started to roam around your body, tracing your figure through your clothes.
He looked at you, smiling.
No not smiling. Smirking.
Leaning to your ear, he let out a deep chuckle, whispering at an octave lower, “This seems to be getting my energy up, but I’m still tired… Shall we continue this… somewhere else?”
You looked at him, smiling at the thought, giving a kiss on his lips in agreement.
COMMENTS: why is everything i write for the red army?! um easy answer dont answer that I KNOW WHY i love them and i dont know the black army that well at all ok THANK YOU BYE
lancelot says “why do you care about me?” to tell you that caring for him isn’t necessary, that he doesn't need to be held, that he can bear the weight of the world. he says it to you because he doesn’t want you to get involved. if you were to be hurt, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself. he needs to be stronger, he needs to hold on, he needs to make things better for you.
jonah says “there aren’t enough strawberries on this!” because he wants you to have only the best of everything he can give. it’s a bit embarrassing to be pampered like this, and he knows you feel that way, but he can’t help himself. if you want to indulge in his favorite dish with him, it has to be perfect, just like you.
edgar says “let me hold you” because he still isn’t sure if he should. you’ve made it plenty clear that you still want to be with him, through thick and thin and anything that comes your way, but he has blood on his hands that he’ll never wash off. your acceptance, to him, is like saying “i love you too.”
zero says “please be safe” because he only ever wishes to see you smile. he knows it’s impossible to protect you from everything, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to try, from wanting to do his absolute best. he loves you so much, so very dearly, that he wants nothing but the best for you now and forever.
kyle says “take care of yourself.” he doesn’t say please because he isn’t asking, he’s demanding that you stay healthy and happy and safe, because he never wants to see you in his clinic unless it's for annual checkups. you’re the last person he wants to see suffering, the last he wants to see bleeding, the last he wants to see frowning.
COMMENTS: happy birthday @vivislosingitagain <3 thank you for being my friend and for making me so happy this year. i hope you had fun today ^^
“I hope you enjoyed your birthday.” Blanc smiles, his features flickering with shadows in the soft candlelight.
“I did.” you smile back, voice soft as you stroke a sleeping Kyle’s head, “And so did Doctor Ash here, apparently. Drank himself silly celebrating again.”
You try to laugh it off as he snuggles into your hand. It doesn’t work. Blanc notices and his smile turns softer.
“You’re beautiful when you smile.” he says, and your heart skips a beat at his charming words.
Of course. Of course Blanc would slip in a flirtatious comment. As much as Oliver got on his case about it, you could never quite bring yourself to do the same.
“You smiled a lot today.” he adds, standing up from his seat and approaching you from across the small (the too small) dining room space, “I swear, your radiance will never fade.”
You can’t move with Kyle’s head resting on your shoulder, his hand placed gently on your thigh as your hand is buried in his hair. Blanc knows you’re too kind to get up, so he pulls out a seat right next to you.
“We love you dearly, sweetheart.” Blanc places his hand over your free one and intertwines your figures. You forget how to breathe for a second.
“Happy birthday. It’s an honor you spent it with us.”
With the way the world starts spinning, you’re convinced you’ve also had too much to drink. Except you know that’s not the case, because you’re so very aware of Kyle’s warmth on your left and Blanc’s soft smile on your right and oh, how your heart is fluttering like mad.
You’re so in love with them. So, so in love with them.
And when you look at the two of them, you know in your heart they love you too.
The cake rests half-eaten at the table as the three of you end up falling asleep there, ready to wake up with cramps in your necks and sore backs and stinging ears after Oliver for sure scolds you in the morning.
But you also know your hands will be warm, intertwined with the hands of the people who cherish you the most.
