Tyson Granger
→ He is getting ready for practice when he catches you eyeing him sleepily from the bed
→ He knows he looks cute dressed in mesh shorts and a polo
→ “(N/n) do you feel hot too? Or is it just me and my scorching hot bod—?!”
→You blush at his husky, scratchy morning voice
→“Shut up Tyson... I just jerked awake...”
“Oh yeah? Why are you all red then?”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
Raymond Kon
→ You're getting in bed with Ray already asleep by your side, or so you think
→ You look at him with gooey eyes as he puts a hand around your torso, pulling his head onto your stomach
→ You try not to, but you can't help tracing the outlines of his hard biceps
→ “You know you don't have to be so shy? You own all rights to admiring these muscles.”
→ You gasp in shock and amusement. “You were awake, you sneak!”
Max Tate
→ Max was watching a game of American Football on TV in intense concentration, biting the tip of his thumb absently.
→ From his posture you could easily, too easily, make out his sharp jawline and messy golden wisps of hair as he rocked on his the heel of his feet.
→ You didn't think he was aware of anything but the game, so you let your tsundere guard down admiring him
→ “You could take a picture (N/n). It'll last longer.” Max chuckled during the commercials. He turned his do blue eyes towards you smiling.
→“Only because you insist.” You say playing off your blush. “Your know as well as I do, I don't check you out.”
“Sure baby. I'll pretend I believe that.”
“Hmph...”
Kai Hiwatari
→ You had just gotten out of shower, a towel wrapped around your torso. You were looking for moisturisers in the cabinet when Kai entered the bathroom.
→ He was getting ready for the day, already showered. He was still shirtless though, gelling his dual toned hair carefully, looking in the mirror.
→ You involuntarily eyed his rippling chest muscles, biceps and triceps flexing and the scars marking his past as he gently worked on his hair.
→ You quickly finished moisturising and rushed out afraid to get caught. You were pulling on a crop top to get to work when Kai came out still shirtless. He quickly found you and snaked his arms around you from behind, kissing your neck.
→ “What's up with you this morning?” you ask with a soft laugh.
“Me? Nothing? You seemed pretty into me, in there though.” He chuckled, kissing you again with all that he had in him.
Tala Ivanov
→Tala was shoveling the snow out of the driveway when you woke up. You quickly put together a breakfast for him, before preparing a hot shower.
→When Tala came back ten minutes later he was a mix of melted snow and sweat flowing down his face. His cheeks were red like his hair as he eagerly took the cup of tea you extended towards him.
→While you set everything on the table, he cleaned up and came back looking much warmer in a fluffy sweatshirt.
→He ate easily at first, tensing a little when he felt your eyes lingering on his face for long. “What are you staring at (Y/n)?”
→You chuckled and walk over to him, settling in his lap, batting your eyelashes. “There's a long list actually. Care to listen?”
Bryan Kuznetnsov
→ You woke up pretty late and pretty sore after a long night. Your body was aching and had a dull throb everywhere but you felt happy.
→ Bryan was not on his side of the bed. But before you could worry, the bedroom door opened.
→ He placed a tray of simple breakfast before you on the bed. But you were more than happy to accept it. It was after all the thought that counted.
→ While you ate, you continued to look at him as he went about his work in the room. You didn't think he would notice you as you took to admiring his gorgeous physique. However he did.
→ “Don't look at me like that (N/n)... I don't think you can take on another round anytime today... And if you continue looking like this I won't be able to stop myself.” You choked on your glass of juice at the words. Bryan rushed to pat your back. Your face had turned to bright red, but you knew he was right.
Brooklyn Masefield
→You had finished moving and unpacking in your new apartment with your better half just last evening.
→You sat on a bean bag sipping tea while he was lying half on the carpet, half on your tummy, petting the kitten you both had adopted and affectionately named Charlie
→His eyes were half lidded as he cuddled the kitten, his ginger hair messy and long fingers knotted in the fur
→He opened an eye and rose a little too kiss the tip of ayour nose with a small smile
→“I really love it when you look at me like this (N/n). Makes me feel like I'm worth something.” “Not something 'Lynn. You're worth everything to me.”
Oliver Polanski
→Oliver was making your charcoal portrait while you lied on a couch in his studio
→Your attention was caught every time he bit his lip, or pushed aside a silky curl that had escaped the pins you had put in his hair
→He occasionally wiped the side of his face with charcoal covered fingers, making haphazard marks over his rosy skin
→He often raised his eyes to meet yours, smiling secretively every time he caught your eye. But you shamelessly continued staring
→The next day when he showed you the finished portrait there were two. “This one's for you.” He gave you the more... modest one. The copy he kept was missing the coat and beret. And the shirt sleeves were slipping past the shoulders and the skirt riding up.
→“You pervert!” You smacked him playfully.
“I am the pervert? Well at least I can look at this and remember how you looked to my eyes when you kept checking me out.”
Enrique Giancarlo
→Enrique was watching a cheesy reality show about finding love while you sat on his left reading a book
→He kept absently stroking you here and there, sometimes on the stomach, sometimes on the inner thigh without any aim
→In this condition you couldn't help but watch him, observe him, drink in his beauty. How blond curls were a perfect mess against his Mediterranean tanned skin. Cool blue eyes occasionally turned to you with a kind smile
→You knew it was a risky game because if he caught you checking him out, he'd tease you mercilessly about it forever. But you were too deep in it to stop now.
→Finally after the show was finished he turned to, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. “Liked what you were seeing babe?” He asked.
“I wasn't watching that cheesy show.”
“Oh no, I meant the other more stunning view.” His sly grin was enough to tell you he'd caught you.
Johnathan McGregor
→You were stuck in the cold, wet weather of UK while you visited him. And now both of you were standing on the footpath getting wet.
→Seeing you shivering he had gladly given up his leather jacket in return for your safety. But now you were stuck looking at his chest muscles, visible under the thin shirt, his auburn hair sticking to his face and his fierce, fierce eyes penetrating your face.
→Even under the rain you were blushing badly, getting warmer every time he saw you shiver and pulled you to his body trying to give you some heat.
→“I'm sorry (Y/n). I shouldn't have brought you out. I forgot you aren't habitual to this...” He said guiltily.
→“It's alright. I'll take a medicine when we're back at your home. Moreover I think the view here is beautiful.” You said.
“Your right in that.” He nodded. “I'm indeed a great view.”
“John—” Aachoo. You covered your sneeze, cheeks getting redder.
Johnny wordlessly took you in his embrace again. “Shh. We'll argue later. Right now we need to make sure you don't fall ill.”
PLEASE READ
i am sorry for the long and frequent unexplained absences. in the least i think i owe you all an honest and truthful explanation.
i recently dealt with a long case/episode of what can be called clinical depression. it properly set in a month and half ago. i was losing weight and health and appetite and my will to do anything at all... i am better now and i'm trying to get back on track but it's still difficult.
all i ask is some support as i try to start writing and publishing again.
thank you,
lots of love
~nicole ❤️🦋