LIs react when you say their name, but not the one you usually call them by. (They love it. SO much.)
Genre: Fluff, TW: suggestiveness
(Note: HC all the LADS men are at least bilingual/trilingual for work purposes or just bc they've lived long enough)
SYLUS
The rain hits the glass panels like a scatter of beads, the curtains of dense raindrops draping over the N109 zone late at night.
Seeing that it is a slow night for Sylus, you decide to try your idea out.
His glass of whiskey pauses halfway to his lips when you pronounce "Qín Chè" with perfect inflection.
The ice cubes clink as he slowly sets it down.
"Now that," he purrs, rising from his chair with a predatory grace, "is a dangerous thing to know."
In your next breath, he appears in a cloud of black-red mist, leaning down to you with a hand in his pocket.
"Did you research me that thoroughly? Or..." His breath ghosts your ear, "have you been hiding secrets?"
When you admit to practicing, he chuckles. "Even more dangerous. Now I'll have to teach you all the ways I want to hear my name...in private."
And so you learn, saying his name like a prayer while his lips graze over your neck and his arms keep you pressed close to him. Soon, your attempts are swallowed by his hungry kisses, and lost between stuttered breaths.
The next night, he makes you do it all over again.
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XAVIER
The way back home is quiet, crowds dwindling quickly after dinner hours in the dreary weather. It's still drizzling, but you're under a covered walkway for this stretch of the walk.
There's a comfortable silence between you and Xavier, and you decide to test something out.
"Shěn Xīnghuí," you say softly, watching the light reflect in his widened eyes like stars.
"You...know." The way he says it makes you realize this isn't just about language- you've spoken a name he thought he'd never hear you say in this lifetime.
He takes both your hands, holding them delicately as he moves closer to you. "Say it again," he whispers.
You repeat his name, louder this time. The night suddenly feels sacred as the syllables hang between you.
He doesn't speak, only brushes his thumb lightly over your knuckles as he looks at you the way a stargazer would observe a meteor shower.
Then you feel the slightest squeeze on your hands.
“Let's head back quickly,” he says, moving to keep a hand on your waist on the way home. He turns to press a quick kiss to your temple. “Now that I know you can say my name this way… I won't let you stop at just saying it twice.”
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ZAYNE
When you pass by the reception desk at the cardiology ward, You wave to the nurses on your way in and greet Zayne in a sing-song voice.
It's a phrase you practiced, over and over in front of a mirror.
“Lí Shēn, I'm here~ I'll just leave your lunchbox on the table,”
His gaze snaps to you.
The receptionist nurse freezes as their usually unflappable chief surgeon stares at you like you've grown a second head.
"...That pronunciation is very precise," he finally says, clicking his pen shut and taking some charts from the shelf.
Later, in his office, he has you trapped against the table. He's careful not to make noise, his steps slow and deliberate until the back of your legs are pressed up against the cool wooden surface.
"Who taught you that?" He asks quietly.
You blink. He seems almost too calm- like he's trying hard not to let something irritate him. Something is simmering in his gaze, but it's one of those times where you can't quite place your finger on what it is.
“Well- I remember knowing you had a different name, but I just never actually asked you about it even after all this time-” You explain, “It came up when I went over the university alumnae list-”
“Are you a personal investigator now?” He says, inching even closer to you.
“I was just… sorry, I shouldn't have called you by another name in the hospital,”
He exhales, the hint of a smile gracing his sharp features. “No- don't apologize, my love. I have no reason to be unhappy-” When he wraps his arms around you, the tension in your cautious stance melts into familiar warmth.
The slightly coarse fabric of his doctor's coat rubs against your face, but you snuggle closer.
“-However,” he continues, voice low, “My private investigator, I can't let you leave just yet.”
He keeps you locked in place with a hand around your waist. “I have five minutes until my ward round. If you're ever going to say my name like that again..." His lips brush yours, "you'll do it where I can properly appreciate it."
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RAFAYEL
The name you learned isn't Lemurian- it's something you came across in a luxury-lifestyle magazine interview done years ago that lay forgotten inside one of his storage crates. You had gone to your friend and asked them to help with the pronunciation, and practiced till you could say it naturally within conversations.
"Qí Yù! Is this a new piece of artwork?" You call across the studio.
"Yeah it- WHAT DID YOU JUST-?!" He leaps over the couch.
"Say that again," he demands, gripping your shoulders.
When you repeat it with a grin, he gasps.
"You've been holding out on me! Oh, you say my name so wonderfully," He gushes with a smile so dazzling it would put the glittering sunset ocean to shame.
"Wait." He squints. "Did Thomas teach you? I'LL KILL HIM-"
You have to physically restrain him from storming off, and his arm almost slips between your grip.
“Rafayel! No, it's just me- I read in an old interview that you had a different name and-”
“So you've been reading about me- when you can just ask me anything?” He pouts.
You blink. “How would I even begin to know you have different names?”
He puts his hands on his hips, seemingly acknowledging an impasse.
Then he sighs and opens his arms wide. “Come here, cutie,”
His scent envelopes you as you sink into his embrace, and he rubs circles into your back.
His voice is lower when he speaks, “I will take a break now- I need some inspiration from you.”
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CALEB
It's rare that you ever tag along to Caleb's gym sessions. Aside from schedules never aligning, you always knew his workout routine was rigorous and intense, so you wouldn't want to distract him.
Apart from that, he is also a huge source of distraction to you.
Right now, he's doing shoulder presses while seated on the gym bench, looking absolutely distracting. The stair master machine faces the mirror, giving you a clear view of him.
There's no way you can complete your usual routine, so you approach him.
Time to call it a day at the gym.
"Xià Yǐzhòu," you call out.
His dumbbells wobble mid-air.
"Holy-" He braces himself and rights his grip, bringing the dumbbells back down to rest them on his knees.
When he looks up, his expression does something complicated. "...Haven't heard that in a while," he murmurs, placing the dumbbells on the floor and rubbing his neck.
There's a vulnerability in his eyes you rarely see. “What happened to ‘Caleb’?” he asks.
When you explain your practice sessions, his boyish grin returns.
"Well damn, pips."
He tackles you into a hug that nearly has you topple over- but he catches you. With the way he's looking at you now, you're glad the gym is quiet. Even after being with him, he never fails to get your pulse soaring with his stupid, rugged charm.
“Ew, Caleb your sweat-”
“I don't recall you having a problem with that last night,” he murmurs, holding you closer.
“Caleb, I swear-” You jab at his sides with your fingers, scrambling to find an excuse to get him to stop teasing, “I'm sweaty too, it's gross.”
It almost works. He squirms, but his grip doesn't loosen in the slightest.
“Xià Yǐzhòu-”
He hums contentedly, patting your hair to placate you, "Thaaaat's more like it. Now gotta hear that every morning."
His whisper turns teasing, "And every night. Especially when you're begging me to-" You clap a hand over his mouth.
“Caleb!”
He kisses your palm, then gently takes your hand from his face.
“Call me the other name again and I'll let you go,”
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Edit: (note: their chinese names are so beautiful and poetic and suits their characterisation/personalities so well I cant even begin to describe how much I love ! !! And especially the exact words/characters chosen for their names too where my multilingual stans at!!! OK incoherent vent over thank u all for reading <3)
meanie caleb who holds you down in a mating press !
all of your senses were currently being consumed by caleb. he holds you down, knees pressed all the way up to your chest. his body presses down on you, his weight is heavy but comforting. enveloping you in your own little world, everything you see, touch, and hear, is only caleb.
"fuuuck, this pretty pussy was made for me, wasn't it?" he grunts into your ear.
you can't find it in you to give a coherent response, it's a struggle. breathy whimpers are the only thing you can muster out.
he lets out a small chuckle, "i asked you a question, sweets." his hand moves between your legs to pinch at your clit.
his actions send a jolt through your body and you let out a yelp, "ah- yes all for you 'leb!"
"thaaat's it, good job." his fingers let go of their hold, releasing your poor clit, opting to trace small delicate circles instead. like he's praising you for answering him.
hot wet kisses are placed all over your neck. heat curls up in your lower abdomen while caleb is busy moving his hips back and forth into your cunt. it feels so good but you can't help but lose strength in your legs that he has pinned up.
you whimper and try to adjust his hold on you, moving your legs to see if he'll let you put them down. his lips that were just leaving kisses, begin to bite down. teeth biting down on your soft skin, then using his tongue to sooth over the red marks.
"oh no no no." he whispers into your neck. "gotta keep your legs up baby."
"can't! m'tired hahh." you barely muster up the energy to tell him.
caleb's pace doesn't relent, hips furiously slamming into yours. suddenly you hear a whoosh and caleb looks down on you with a smug smile on his lips.
his evol pins you in place, locked in a mating press.
"you're not done until i say so." he muses as he touches his forehead to yours. his eyes stare at yours, hooded, as he uses his evol to control your body to his whim. the thought of him having full control over your body sends heat to your core.
he continues to rock into you, rolling his hips with precision. hitting the spongy spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. with one deep thrust, his evol took control of your hands, pinning them above your head. his body pressed down further, roughly plunging in and out.
with a few more movements, the coil began to snap. you and caleb groaning in tandem as release creeping over the two of you. you cry out caleb’s name as you climax.
the two of you pant, catching your breath. it’s silent, as you both bask in the afterglow. but it's broken when caleb cheekily whispers,
“shall we see what other positions i can keep you in?”
University AU Caleb x Virgin!Reader - You sit in Caleb's lap in a packed van on the way back from a school trip
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Your class went to a museum. The guided tour went fine, as much as it could with Caleb trying to whisper jokes or occasionally throwing his arm around your shoulder and knocking your heads together like an annoying older brother.
On the way back to campus, though, the van was more packed. Another student had received a ride there or something. It didn't matter to you, until it did, because Caleb was volunteering YOU to sit on his lap to make space.
Fine, whatever. Despite his stupidly chiseled abs, Caleb was pretty comfy to sit on. It would still be a long drive back but maybe you could nap a little before then.
As if reading your mind, Caleb took his jacket off and put it on you like a blanket once you’d settled in his lap, cloaking you both.
“There. Comfy, pips?” he asked softly against your ear.
Your cheeks warmed and you swallowed. The low vibrations of his voice, the breath on your neck, his body pressed to yours all made you feel hotter in a way you didn’t really want to question.
You just nodded and rested your head between his shoulder and the window.
It began to rain, little droplets cutting through the fog on the window. It was a nice contrast to cool down your face.
The van rumbled under you as it set off back to campus. Students settled in to chat and listen to music. Some similarly dozed off leaning against the windows.
Caleb’s hand was on your thigh. He’d probably placed it there when you were adjusting, but the heat of his hand was making your skin tacky and it made it hard to focus on anything else.
Until another sensation demanded your attention.
Something hard was trapped under you. Something that wasn’t Caleb’s belt buckle, and seemed to be getting bigger. Prodding against your butt.
You shifted a little, trying to get comfortable, but Caleb hissed an inhale and gripped your thigh tight in a way that made you freeze… and a part of you clench responsively.
“Hold it… don’t move,” Caleb breathed, sounding strained. You heard his throat click with a swallow and then. “I’m gonna try something, okay? Don’t be scared. You trust me, yeah? Just stay quiet and don’t move.”
You were nodding automatically. Even as much as he messed with you, of course you trusted Caleb. “Mmhm.”
“Good girl, that’s my girl,” he praised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
Good girl… normally it was a teasing sort of praise you begrudgingly loved. It would make your heart feel full and your brain fuzzy, but now it was something else. Tingling pleasure trickled down to your abdomen and you squeezed your thighs together at the sensation… trapping the tips of his fingers.
The vibrations of a silent chuckle shook through you in response and Caleb gave your plush thigh a squeeze as if knocking for entry.
Your thighs relaxed back open. Not because you were in any way relaxed, but because part of you craved more — wanted to see just how far this would go. You felt so sensitive, aching, not at all helped by his hand lighting up tender flesh he’d never risked touching before, moving even higher up your skirt.
His breath deepened. His chest expanded quickly under you but he tried to keep it measured. Long heady breaths left flared nostrils.
He started to move his body minutely. Just a little, like a twitch, and then maybe like he was adjusting. His hips shimmied lower until—
You stifled a gasp and tucked your head down so the hood of the jacket covered your mouth.
His hardness was pressed against where you throbbed now.
You glanced around in a panic as Caleb’s other hand disappeared under the jacket too, both thumbs making soothing arcs against your inner thighs.
“Shhh,” he whispered in your ear.
No one in the van seemed to be paying attention. The student next to you was sleeping. And on the other end of the back seat was a student watching something on their phone with earbuds, blissfully unaware.
You closed your eyes and tried to steady your racing heart. You could trust Caleb, and whatever was happening felt too good to stop.
Caleb's long fingers stretched wide across the tops of your thighs and pressed you into him as his hips moved; inching a grind against your core that made you struggle not to whimper. You bit your lip. One of your hands found the fabric of his jeans under you and dug your nails into his thigh to cope. If he felt it, he didn't let slip any sign that he did.
He continued to rut against you. And his hands… your thighs were so sensitive but there was a thrumming ache inside that had you telepathically begging for his hands to move higher. Higher. Hoping he’d be drawn to your heat.
Caleb knew you too well.
The fingers of one hand traced up the curve of your thigh and you held your breath with eyes squeezed shut. Still silently begging, nerves raw and sparking.
Then he touched you— a curious prod on dampening panties and you shuddered with a silent gasp. Your stomach lurched with the sensation of the world dropping out from under you, tethered only where his warm hands traveled and where his bulge rubbed. You bit your trembling lip and maybe Caleb felt your body tense because the hand on your thigh tapped you reassuringly.
“That’s good, everything’s okay,” he whispered in your ear.
You nodded automatically. It was good. Everything was more than okay because his fingers were still there, the pad of his middle finger petting your panties into your slit. They were damp. Almost embarrassingly so, but you couldn’t be embarrassed with Caleb, not really.
The fabric simultaneously felt too thin and too thick; barely there and frustratingly barring you from Caleb really touching you. Little shocks of pleasure kept racing down your legs at his every move. Despite the fear, you didn’t want the touching and grinding to stop. Your legs relaxed open a little further and you heard Caleb smile.
His breathing got heavier, his thrusts a little more obvious but you were too dizzy to think of the others in the van. Your eyes were shut tight, forehead on the cool window, Caleb’s thick breaths in your ear that only increased the fog in your mind.
His body felt so perfect against yours. Comfort and excitement, your comfy seat suddenly a rollercoaster you never wanted to get off of, and you were approaching the peak. Of what, you didn’t know, but your heart was racing so fast...
Then the pressure of his fingers receded. The movement of his hips stopped. You breathed in a sigh, a mix of disappointment and relief from the intensity, until he moved to the edge of your underwear.
“You want it?” he murmured, lips brushing your ear.
You nodded without thinking, rapidly, desperately, the heat in your abdomen demanding it.
He pulled your panties to the side and the exposure was terrifying despite the bubble of safety his jacket provided. Your eyes fluttered open and then immediately shut tight again as his fingers slipped between your lips. Bare, slick, hot for him. He made a little sound stuck in his throat and it tumbled around in your stomach, fueling the flames there and setting off butterflies.
“You’re so wet pips,” Caleb mumbled, his words practically slurred, distracted, entranced, “So good, good girl.” He started grinding against you again, holding you down higher up on your thigh to chase his pleasure.
You sucked in a breath. His fingers traced inside of your slick lips, probing. You weren’t sure if he’d never done this before or just wanted to explore you but it felt like he was unraveling you like a spool of thread, slowly sweeping up and around, spreading you. You wanted him to move lower where his bulge teased, needed him in your throbbing insides but it wasn’t possible with the angle of his hips.
You considered slouching so he could reach, when suddenly his fingers brushed a spot high up that made your eyes roll back and your hand grip his thigh for dear life. Your heart stopped, overwhelmed by white-hot heat that took over your mind.
“Sensitive?” he asked as he stopped the movement of his fingers, still lightly pressing.
You nodded hazily. Too sensitive. Even with his finger just pressed there it felt like you were at the highest point of the rollercoaster and ready to plummet, mouth dry, heart racing.
“That’s okay, that means it’ll feel really good. I’ll give you— ngh,” he barely contained a whine as he still worked himself against you, “I’ll give you what you need. It’ll be easy to sleep after,” he breathed.
You swallowed and braced yourself. You could be brave for Caleb.
He started to move again, slow and light. Your toes curled in your shoes to cope and you didn’t dare breathe. Electricity zapped down your legs. You tried to ground yourself in him, his warmth, the smell of his jacket, the little whines just barely tainting every breath in your ear.
Bliss concentrated in your mind. Spit built up in your mouth and when you swallowed it felt like it went straight through you, gushing into your panties where he ground against you. The zapping from the apex of your sex edged into absolute pleasure.
“Feeling… good,” you murmured, moving your lips as little as possible.
“Yeah?”
Caleb pressed down harder and the shock of pleasure was terrifying, stomach-lurching, a grip in your abdomen like you might pee…
“Oh no, I—” you started, but Caleb shushed you.
“Shh, it’s okay, just let go, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”
He pressed more insistently and you gasped. You couldn’t contain it, but somehow it sounded far away like there was water in your ears. Like pleasure was an ocean swallowing you up. The blood was racing too fast in your veins to register anything and your body went tense. You bucked once against his hand and froze with your mouth open. Caleb would have bruises on his thigh with how you clung to it.
Through the haze you heard him. “Mmmmph–uck,” he said tightly as he gave one more solid jolt of his hips and froze.
You resurfaced, panting, your whole body tingling and limp. Caleb twitched against you one final time and heaved a sigh as he nestled his chin on your collarbone.
Your next breath was expansive, the air felt new, breathing felt incredible. Caleb felt incredible against you.
Your hand found his on your thigh and you wove your fingers together. His hand responded with a squeeze as he nuzzled into your neck.
This was a different sort of bliss that felt like home but deeper, and you couldn’t imagine experiencing it with anyone but Caleb.
He fixed your panties and brought his wet hand to rest on your stomach. “You okay?”
“So good…” you murmured with a smile “Sleeby.”
Caleb chuckled. It vibrated through you, the hush of his breath falling on your neck. This was heaven.
“Good. Go to sleep, I’ve got you.”
You adjusted yourself, slowly shifting so your head rested against his instead of the window. The warmth was almost too much. You were sticky with sweat (among other fluids) but there was nowhere else you’d rather be.
“Thank you gege.”
Caleb moved to wrap his strong arms around your middle and squeezed, settling in for a nap with you.
Yeah, this was much better than having your own seat.
you really thought you knew what you were getting into.
your boyfriend, valko, he wasn't just the leader of wolf clan but he was also the chairman of eoncore tech, one of the most powerful tech conglomerates in linkon city. the man commanded boardrooms with a single look, close multi-billion credit deals before lunch, and had reputation for being ice-cold, calculated, and utterly untouchable.
when you first started seeing him, you braced yourself for the aloof CEO experience: late nights where he barely had time for you, serious conversations only, and long stretches of distance while he handled his empire and his clan. The classic alpha wolf who kept everyone, even his mate, at arm’s length.
what you actually got was a 6’0 muscular puppy who treated your personal space like it was his favorite place on earth.
and the funniest part? you loved your personal space… but you never once complained about him stealing it.
especially not when he kept choosing your tiny linkon apartment over his luxurious penthouse downtown.
“valko,” you sighed, trying to reach for the cereal on the top shelf again. a familiar wall of warmth immediately pressed against your back, strong arms wrapping around your waist like they belonged there. his chin dropped onto your shoulder, nose burying into the crook of your neck as he took a slow, contented inhale.
“hm?” the deep rumble vibrated through you.
“i can’t cook if you’re functioning as my personal weighted blanket.”
his arms only tightened, pulling you flush against his broad chest. one hand easily grabbed the box and set it on the counter without letting you go. “problem solved,” he murmured, lips brushing your skin. he gave your shoulder a quick, playful nip—his teeth grazing just enough to leave a faint indent before soothing it with a kiss. “stay.”
this was your life now.
the chairman of eoncore tech spent most nights crammed into your tiny one-bedroom apartment instead of his sprawling penthouse. he said the penthouse felt too cold. too empty.
while you tried to work at your cramped desk, he’d simply lift you, settle into your chair, and plant you in his lap so he could wrap around you like the world’s most expensive fanny pack. his laptop was open on the side table, but his focus remained entirely on nuzzling the top of your head and occasionally giving your neck or shoulder those gentle, wolfish bites that never hurt—just little reminders.
tonight was no different.
you were halfway through making dinner when the front door clicked open. valko stepped in, shrugging off his suit jacket, golden eyes softening the second they landed on you. before you could even say hello, he crossed the small kitchen in two strides and wrapped himself around you from behind.
“missed you,” he muttered against your hair. he gave the junction of your neck and shoulder a gentle, teasing bite, just enough to leave a small indent, then soothed it with his tongue.
“you saw me this morning,” you teased, though you leaned back into him anyway.
“six hours ago. too long.” his arms locked around your middle, one hand slipping under your shirt to rest warmly against your stomach. “the board kept talking. i kept thinking about coming home to you… and doing this.”
home. he called your tiny apartment “home” now.
you turned in his hold, and he immediately adjusted, lifting you onto the counter so you were eye-level. those sharp golden eyes were soft and needy as he leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to your lips before playfully nipping at your bottom lip.
“you’re supposed to be terrifying,” you whispered, cupping his face. “chairman of eoncore tech. serious. distant.”
valko huffed a quiet laugh, leaning into your touch like a touch-starved wolf. “i tried that. hated every second.” his forehead pressed to yours. “i’d rather be right here. in your space. biting you gently. keeping you close. knowing you’re safe.”
his tail gave a slow, happy thump against the cabinet behind you.
you smiled, threading your fingers through his dark hair. “my personal space is basically yours at this point.”
“good.” he kissed you again, deep and slow, then trailed another playful bite along your jaw that turned into a warm love bite. “because i’m not sharing it with anyone else. not even you.”
you laughed softly into his shirt, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something wild and comforting that was purely him.
“fine. but at least let me finish dinner before you turn me into a human backpack again, mr. chairman.”
he was quiet for half a second.
then he scooped you up, dinner abandoned once more, and carried you toward the couch with zero shame.
“valko!”
“later,” he said cheerfully, already nuzzling into your neck and giving you one more gentle, affectionate bite as he settled down with you firmly in his lap. “right now the big bad wolf needs his mate. the rest of the world can wait.”
you sighed, half exasperated, half stupidly in love, and let yourself melt into the clingiest, most powerful wolf in linkon city.
your personal space was doomed the moment he decided it was his favorite place.
zayne absolutely getting lost in you and gripping your waist and thighs roughly as he plows into you, but you don't care because the pain feels so good. after finishing, he sees the marks he left on you, knowing that they're going to bruise. so he places his lips on each one carefully, kissing the marked skin.
"i'm sorry, darling, does this one hurt?"
he's indicating to somewhere on your inner thigh. you're about to say 'no', but he looks up at you through his lashes. you nod, and he plants a soft kiss on the mark, making you gasp softly.
"and this one?"
you nod again. another kiss.
"and this one, too, i suppose."
"actually, that's from a training exer–" you start to say, but notice that he's looking at you expectantly again. you grin at him and caress his cheek with your hand.
"never mind. it does hurt. please kiss it better."
i’ve been having a stressful great time watching the world cup games lately so this is how I think they’d watch sports matches with you
valko: he’s the classic hype guy. loves cheering at the tv, lot’s of ‘let’s go boys!’, an abundance of random clapping, fists pumping in the air when no one on the team’s even done anything that impressive. you’ve started sitting on the opposite side of the couch bc he can’t sit still and keeps jostling you with all that energy.. but you also don’t complain when you end up spun in the air as the team wins or with his head in your lap when they lose.
sylus: the gambling type. he’s spending the game toggling his attention between the tv and his phone to place obscene amounts of money on the craziest bets and the most specific parlays (that somehow always win). He grins innocently when he goads you into betting against him and smirks devilishly when you’re cheering on your least favourite team bc you’ve won.
caleb: is the superstitious fan to a crazy degree. His team once had a huge win while you hung out in the room with him when you were teens.. and you’ve essentially been coaxed into watching every game with him since ‘for good luck.’ He loves it when you get invested with him but definitely keeps and eye on the players you’re keeping an eye on so he can not-so-subtly mention unsavory facts about their personal lives.
zayne: all about the statistics. he might not even be fond of the sport but his sponge of a brain will be absorbing all the information about each player on your team until he’s citing percentages and making critiques and calls. you love it when his face lights up each time his prediction comes true, and he loves seeing the impressed look on yours enough to watch again with you next time.
rafayel: Certified Trash Talker™ in an unexpected way. Seems really uninterested in the whole thing at first, but less than 20 min into the game he’s throwing out things like ‘even fish have better footwork than that.’ Critiquing players’ movement and techniques. And no matter your positions at the start of the game, by the end of it you’re sitting contentedly in his lap as he murmurs in your ear and shows you the right way the athletes should be using their muscles.
xavier: all about the ‘integrity of the game’. He’s been around long enough to see the evolution of most of them and while he’s super invested in the replays and VAR, he almost always disagrees with the ref/calls and thinks they should all be fired. He’s more than happy to ignore the frustration though if it gives him a few hours with you and his favourite snacks.
