Arya

The entrance was starting to pack with people, Armando took your hand assuringly and led you away into a less crowded area.

“Todavía es pronto, porque ya están llegando la gente?”

He looked at you while asking, you couldn’t help but giggle, considering it was already two hours before the concert, it was already late.

“No se pa que nos hiciste llegar tan pronto. Ya me cansé.”

He whined, you scoffed at his attitude.

“Que mamon eres, llegamos pronto para que nos dieran freebies.”

“Y esos que son?”

You looked down at the small gifts and photocards you and he had collected in your hands. He followed your gaze and shrugged.

“Ah, esos.”

“Ya para de chillar, tú eres el que ofreció venir conmigo.”

“Perdón, ya me comporto.”

The second you stepped foot into the stadium Armando’s shock was more than visible.

“No sabía que era tan grande.”

“Que no lo viste desde afuera?”

“Pues sí pero no se veía así de grande.”

You giggled at him while leading him to your seats, you were a decent distance from the stage. You both sat for a moment while you set up your phone camera settings.

“Me vas ayudar a grabar?”

You kept your eyes on your phone while asking him.

“Quieres que grabe?”

“Claro Armando, que mas vas hacer?”

He shrugged before nodding, you noticed him looking off into the stage, observing the people coming in with their lightsticks.

At this point it wasn’t long before the concert started, you kept checking the time before handing off your phone to Armando.

“Recuerda grabar bien, y no me grabes a mi porque voy a estar gritando.”

“A chingao, hasta me asustas.”

You hit his shoulder playfully before shooting to look at the stage the second the music started playing.

The crowd erupted into cheers as you watched them begin, lightsticks waved profusely and screams loudened.

Every so often, you would glance over at Armando, from what you saw he seemed to be enjoying himself, even while recording for you.

The minute the cheers calmed down the group members stopped to do their small introductions, you took another glance at Armando to read his face.

“Que piensas?”

His focus was broken as he looked back at you, you knew him well enough to know he was having at least a little bit of fun.

“Es muy intenso todo.”

“Pero te gusta?”

He shrugged before looking back at the stage, the small smile threatening to peak out was clear for you.

The concert continued playfully, every time a new song started the cheering would intensify. You even caught a glimpse of Armando cheering along.

“Ya tienes bias?”

Armando looked over to you with his head tilted in confusion, his big eyes staring deeply into yours.

“Y eso que es?”

“Tu miembro favorito.”

“Ah.”

He looked over the stage while carefully examining each group member. You waited patiently, curious to hear his answer.

He looked over at you before pointing to his favorite member, he instantly looked back at you seemingly searching for approval.

“Porque?”

“Tiene mucha energía, además está vestido padre.”

You smiled at his answer, some part of you was sorta expecting him to give some kind of joke answer.

As the end of the concert started approaching, you could tell Armando had lost quite the amount of energy. He had immersed himself into the concert and was more than happy to do so.

The second he saw all the fireworks go off for the outro of the concert his eyes widened. He turned to look at you before pulling you into a quick kiss, just to enjoy the moment. He smiled the moment he saw the light smile plastered on your face.

The second you stepped foot into the building, you were bombarded by the overwhelming sound of music echoing through the place.

You were no way new to parties, having been dragged along to them ever since you were just a small child, however the fact your whole day had been going wrong made you way more prone at getting annoyed than you usually were.

Everything only got worse when you saw the dozens of drunk people slinging everywhere. You subconsciously let out a dramatic sigh, looking around while trying to find anyone you recognized.

Your dad, who was the only reason you were here, was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t the type to get black out drunk but you were sure he was at least a little tipsy, especially considering his win for Mexico.

People all around you had their jerseys, you had made sure to wear yours too. It was hard not to feel prideful looking around you, especially with the replays playing across all screens. You got broken out of your trance the second you got bumped into. You reflectively jerked back as you felt cold liquid pour through your jersey.

You looked back to see the random who bumped into you not even acknowledge you, he simply walked away with some girl wrapped around his arm.

The bright club lights only made you feel nauseous as you looked down at your soaked jerseys. The lighting made you believe that the drink the man had poured on you was nothing brightly colored, the stain looked dull and mostly just like a wet patch. You felt the slightest bit of relief, at least it would dry normally.

“Estas bien?”

You looked up to see one of your dads teammates, Brian Gutierrez, you recognized him from the game, plus you were half sure your dad had mentioned him once or twice. He was taller than you thought, not just that but he also had pretty eyes.

Words couldn’t seem to escape you so you simply nodded, he understood then extended his hand slightly to pass you some napkins. You’d be lying if you said the action didn’t shock you. You didn’t want to say that most footballers were inconsiderate but the very few you had met were too stuck up to care.

You took the napkin and muttered a few thanks as you patted them down your jersey, you really doubted he heard anything you said be you shrugged it off.

You could see him talking to you through the corner of your eye but the music was turned to the max, making it almost impossible for you to hear.

“Mande?”

He leaned down close to you, his mouth was an inch from your ear.

“Tengo un suéter en mi coche, lo quieres?”

You shook your head, you were about to respond when he did for you.

“Neta, te lo doy, ven conmigo.”

He extended his hand towards you again, you hesitated before taking it. His hand was surprisingly warm, a contrast to your cold one. He pushed through the crowd effortlessly, you guessed it was because of his height.

The exit wasn’t far from where you were originally standing so you both got out quickly. The chilly air hit you harder than you expected, especially since you were only inside the building for so long.

The second you both stepped out, the cacophony from inside was muffled, it was like your hearing came back to you. He turned around to face you and matched his pace to yours, he left his hand around yours.

“Perdón, ni me introduje.”

“Ya sé quien eres.”

His eyes widened a little at your words, you tried to suppress your smile at his reaction.

“Eres Brian no?”

He smiled flusteredly and looked away, it was evident he didn't think you knew him.

“Como me sabes?”

“Pues juegas pa la selección, no?”

He nodded shyly.

“Además creo que conoces a mi papá.”

That caught his attention, he looked back at you and tilted his head slightly.

“Tu papá?”

“Mhm, mi apellido es Ochoa.”

His eyes widened intensely at that, his grip on your hand slightly faltered for a second.

“Ósea tu papá es Memo Ochoa?”

You simply nodded.

“Entonces sí lo conozco…”

He exhaled softly, you almost giggled at his reaction.

“Porque te pusiste así?”

You both reached his car, he clicked it on and opened the passenger door, pulling a sweater out. The second he handed it to you, you were more than shocked to see it was his team sweater.

“A que te refieres?”

“Te pusiste todo triste.”

“Pues sí, Don Memo es muy estricto.”

“A poco le tienes miedo?”

“Bueno, usualmente no, ya mejor ponte el suéter.”

You smiled as you draped the sweater over yourself, zipping it up.

“No me dijiste tu nombre.”

You look up at him for a second before telling him your name.

“Lindo nombre.”

“Me lo dio mi pa.”

“Ya mejor no me recuerdes.”

You scoffed, you both started walking back to the building, it was obvious you were both walking slower than usual.

“Porque o que?”

“Porque don Memo nunca me dejaría salir con su hija.”

“Ya estás pensando en eso? Nos acabamos de conocer.”

You looked away to hide your flustered expression, you were suddenly too thankful at the fact it was dark out.

“Por eso, quiero conocerte más.”

“Que atrevido eres, la neta.”

When you both reached the entrance of the building, he stopped just before walking in.

“Entonces no crees que me dejaría?”

You tilted your head at him in confusion, you knew exactly what he was asking but you wanted to hear him say it.

“A salir contigo, me refiero.”

You crossed your arms and pretended to think for a moment.

“Bueno, pienso que sí va a enojar un buen.”

“Pero lo supera?”

“Hm… tal vez, si ve que me tratas bien.”

“Pues claro.”

“Que no me estabas diciendo que te daba miedo?”

“Sí pero por ti sí me atrevo.”

You tried suppressing a smile but he caught it easily, making him giggle.

“Entonces voy por ti el viernes?”

“Ándale, ahí te veo.”

“Quédate quieto, Gil!”

“Pues es difícil cuando me sigues jalando el cabello.”

You rolled your eyes at him and smiled a little at the fact he couldn’t even see you do it.

“Ya sé que me pelaste los ojos.”

This pulled a giggle out of you, you couldn’t see his face that clearly but you knew well that he was smiling.

You looked away and went back to focusing on his hair. You ran your hand through his head first before rounding up his hair to make a second small ponytail.

“Qué lindo te ves!”

You squeaked as you admired your work.

“A ver, mírame.”

He pulled away before turning to look at you. You ignored the tint of red that overlapped his cheeks, his eyes darting around your room.

“Me veo lindo?”

You nodded instantly at his question, you tried not to laugh at how flustered he was acting.

“Ahora sí podemos ver la pelí que querías!”

You reminded him of your deal, you saw the slightest bit of excitement pass through him.

“Y me tengo que dejar las colitas?”

“Pues sí, ese era el trato no?”

He sighed begrudgingly before reaching out to grab the remote, changing the tv to that one space movie he’s been wanting to watch.

“De que se trata?”

You ask while pulling up the blanket to cover your legs.

“La verdad no se muy bien, pero hay una roca alien que me llama la atención.”

You shrugged as he pressed play on the movie, you glanced at him for a second only to be met with his eyes looking back at you. You both quickly looked away, he was far more embarrassed than you were.

You went back to focus on the movie, it was far more interesting than you anticipated. If you weren’t so engrossed in it maybe you would’ve noticed the glances Gil kept throwing at you.

It wasn’t long before a sad scene came up and your eyes started to water.

“Vas a llorar?”

Gil whispered teasingly, it was then when you noticed his arm was wrapped around you, you were more disappointed to notice the two pigtails he had were gone.

“Tu no?”

You sniffled lightly before looking up at him. His smile faltered a little when he saw your teary eyes.

“Ah no mames, de verdad?”

“Que no estás viendo lo que pasó? Como no vas a llorar..”

His hand reached up to wipe your eyes lightly before turning back to look at the movie, you did the same.

The movie ended on a rather hopeful note, easing your tears and making you a little less embarrassed to turn and look at Gilberto.

The second you turned to look up at him, you noticed you were both way closer than you last remembered. So close that you could still see every detail on his face despite the limited light in the room.

“Te gusto?”

He broke the silence, his eyes widened slightly when he felt you wrap your arms around him, engulfing him in a hug.

“Creo que fue una de las mejores películas que he visto…”

He slowly returned the hug, you could tell it was done hesitantly but the second they were around you, he didn’t let go.

“Te quiero.”

His words were quiet, you almost flinched when you heard him.

“Como?”

You felt his body turn hot as he processed what he had said. He stuttered nervously while avoiding your gaze.

“Hablas de verdad?”

You pushed up from him, his hands were still firmly around you. You knew him well enough to know his mind was running miles per minute.

“Perdóname- no debí decir eso..”

“Te quiero también, Gil.”

He instantly looked at you when you said that, he furrowed his eyebrows as if he didn’t believe what you said.

“No me mires así.”

You looked away from him but he fought your attention back by saying your name.

“Te puedo besar?”

You pretend to think about it before nodding, he hesitantly leans in but you meet him halfway, returning the kiss.

He was gentle, trying to savor the moment.

Boyfriend!Armando who makes you watch at least one anime with him, in an attempt of getting you into them.

Boyfriend!Armando who, when he wants something, stares at you with his big brown eyes until you give in.

Boyfriend!Armando who leaves his sweaters and jerseys at your place, in hope you wear them whenever you miss him.

Boyfriend!Armando who bought cat ears specifically to put on when you’re upset, only because he knows it’ll cheer you up.

Boyfriend!Armando who falls asleep on your chest easily because he likes being held, especially in your arms.

Boyfriend!Armando who loves when you compliment him after a game, he then turns annoying thanks to the confidence you gave him.

Boyfriend!Armando who likes coordinating Halloween costumes together, usually themed after some sort of anime or video game he likes.

Boyfriend!Armando who won’t shut up if you ask him about an anime he’s watching. He’ll take it as a chance to sell it to you and try to get you to watch it.

Boyfriend!Armando who secretly loves it when you call him yiyiga, he’ll constantly tell you to stop but you don’t miss the slight smile that comes on his face when you call him that.

Boyfriend!Armando who looks straight at you after he scores a goal, making sure you saw it. He’ll rush to you right after the match is over, telling you he scored it for you.

“Brian…” You whined while tugging on his hair.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He groaned into your neck, when he heard no rebuttal from you, he felt safe to keep going. He held himself up as he moved to your lips. He slipped his tongue into your mouth with ease.

He pulled away only to admire you.

“You’re perfect like this.”

He took your hips while kneading into them. He pulled your legs apart slowly, just enough so he could fit between them. He leaned down to kiss you again, this time more hungry than before. His fingers hooked onto your waistband before tugging your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.

Your hands wandered underneath his shirt, rubbing them soothingly against his bare chest before pulling his shirt off. You followed shortly after as he tugged your shirt off and gently unclipped your bra. His hands roamed over your chest, rubbing soothing circles into your breast’s.

He brought his head down and softly peppered kissed over you chest, trailing kisses down to your abdomen before stopping to look up at you.

You could see the desperation seeping out of him, even by just looking at his eyes.

“Please let me taste you baby.”

You almost moaned at the sight of him like this, his eyes widened and his ears red. You simply nodded once and brought your hand to his hair as you pulled him closer to you, he instantly whined at the contact.

His fingers rushed to push your soaked underwear to the side as his tongue instantly dashed out to glide between you. His hands grabbed onto your thighs as he wrapped them around his head, he grabbed onto them for support while he ate you out.

He wasted no time devouring you, his tongue focused solely on your clit and the second sounds started pouring out of you, he only took it as a sign to go rougher.

“Come on baby, grind on me.”

He brought his hands up to your hips, helping you lift them up and down while he continued enjoying you,

He couldn’t help but hump the bed, trying to relieve some of the pain from him straining so tightly against his pants.

He knew you were going to come soon, you always had tell signs. Your hips started jerking unevenly and your grip on his hair got tighter, not that he was complaining.

“Please come on my tongue.”

You looked down at him, slightly wary, almost as if you’ve never done it before.

“Please baby- I want to taste it.”

The vibrations from his words only made you groan, you came instantly after. Brian lapped at you like a madman, trying to get every last bit before he pulled away. He came close to your face and enebeloped you in another kiss.

“God- you’re so perfect. Let me go inside baby, please-“

He whined into your mouth greedily, his hands were already pushing his pants down just as he saw your nod of approval.

His hands were instantly on his dick, he stroked himself a few times before rubbing himself against your cunt, prepping himself with your wetness before pushing himself in.

He started off slow, checking on you while making sure you got use to his length. He let out a muffled groan as he began to set the pace.

He dug his wad into your neck while leaving soft kissing, you wrapped your arms back around his neck while twirling your fingers into his hair.

“You squeeze me so good baby-“

He whined back into your neck, trying to muffle his sounds by sucking on your neck.

“Please- do you like it? Tell me im doing good.”

You moaned at his words, reassuring him but you knew he needed to hear words.

“You’re doing so well baby-“

Your words were disrupted with a gasp as you felt him speed up. You knew his patience was starting to waver.

His quick pace made you let out a string of sounds that only motivated him into going quicker. His brought his hand down to your clit and started rubbing fast paced circles.

You squeezed his hair letting him know you were close, his pace turned uneven and rushed the needier he became.

“I know baby, please come on me-“

He was inturrupted by your release squirting along his chest, he groaned at the feeling. Shortly after he pulled out and released on your stomach, he couldn’t help but collapse against you.

“I love you so much.”

He breathed deeply as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you close.

The stadium was filled with pre game excitement. People were walking to their seats and bringing food, getting ready for the match.

Even with the ruckus filling the background, you only had one thing on your mind, Gilberto.

He had begged you to come see him and who were you to decline him?

The stadium was confusing and just as you were about to ask someone for help, you got a text from him.

“Todavía no llegas?”

“Acabo de entrar”

You were sure if you could see him, you would see that stupid smile he always has when talking to you.

“Donde andas? Quiero verte antes del juego”

You smiled dumbly at your phone screen as you read his text.

“La neta no se, le iba preguntar a alguien”

“Mejor espérame por el baño, ahorita salgo a verte cuando se vaya la gente”

“Mm está bien”

You couldn’t help but giggle, you looked around you and walked towards the bathroom as he said.

People started leaving and getting in their seats as the match got closer and closer towards the starting time. You fidgeted with your fingers subconsciously and you kept checking your phone, waiting for his text.

Just as you started debating on whether or not you should stay, your screen lit up.

“Ya voy por ti”

You instantly got excited, you looked up from your phone, trying to make out if you saw him anywhere. Before you knew it, you heard someone call out your name from behind you. You turned around and of course, it was him.

“Perdón, te dejé esperando?”

“Sí pero ya que.”

He smiled at your response, looking a little shameful. You both stayed quiet, the chants from the stadium filled the air.

“Esperaba hablar más contigo antes del partido pero el vasco solo me dejó venir si le prometía que fuera rápido.”

You saw the disappointment in his eyes and instantly saw it as a mission to cheer him up.

“No te preocupes, deberías enfocarte en el partido!” You gave him a playful nudge and he instantly lit up again.

“Échale todo eh?”

He instantly nodded at you, you couldn’t help but feel comfort in the moment.

“Entonces ya me voy, vas a ver voy a meter gol pa ti.”

He teased as he started walking off, back into the changing rooms. You watched him closely before having an idea.

“Gil!” You yelled, he instantly turned back to look at you. You rushed after him before getting close to him. You took his shoulders and pulled him close as you gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

That was enough for him to turn red, his cheeks instantly heated up and he looked at you while trying to suppress his shock.

“Suerte!”

He struggled to form words while watching the playfulness in your tone, he nodded at you before speaking.

“Gracias!”

Boyfriend!Brian who swears he’ll score a goal for you every match. If he does, he won’t shut up about it, if he doesn’t, he’ll completely forget he told you that.

Boyfriend!Brian who’ll try his hardest to wait for you to fall asleep first but instantly dozes off once he feels your fingers start massaging his head.

Boyfriend!Brian who most definitely asks you to scratch his back after a game, then gets upset when you abruptly stop.

Boyfriend!Brian who still had a crush on you so when you tell or text him something sweet, he’ll panic and won’t know how to respond.

Boyfriend!Brian who tries his hardest to be your cameraman. He’ll look up tips on how to take better photos just to see your impressed expression when he hands your phone back.

Boyfriend!Brian who tells you the small amount of drama he knows from his teammates while watching you get ready to go out with him.

Boyfriend!Brian who always makes you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, making sure you’re safe from both cars and people.

Boyfriend!Brian who gets excited whenever you ask him to explain anything football related, he’ll go on and on until he’s sure you understand it.

Boyfriend!Brian who loves when you text him random updates, even more if you include a picture of yourself.

Boyfriend!Brian who messages you every time he gets a small break from training, so much so that his teammates start getting annoyed.

It was already way later than you wanted it to be, you looked down at the thick packet covering your desk and sighed.

You checked the time only to see it was way past midnight, to top it all off, you were out of energy drinks.

You were writing gibberish all over your paper, trying to trick your mind into thinking you were revising. You desperately fought your already heavy eyelids, trying to keep them open.

You looked down at your pencil before contemplating, surely a small break wouldn’t hurt, after all you just wanted to rest your eyes.

—

You woke up disheveled to a knock on your bedroom door. Barely conscious, you wiped your face before answering with a hum.

“Todavía estás aquí?”

You rubbed your eyes while still trying to decipher the words. Who exactly was speaking to you right now? Your roommate! You looked down at your packet as all your memories started coming back.

“Comó?”

You pressed your hair down onto your head, seemingly trying to tame it. You heard your roommate sigh before opening your door and peaking his head in.

“Sigues aquí?”

It was like it all came back to you, you finally heard him clearly, you had an exam to get to. Your eyes snapped to your phone as you checked the time, you could tell you were amusing him right now.

“No llegarás tarde si te vas pronto.” His words instantly calmed you, you exhaled a breath of relief as you nodded at him.

“Gracias Armando.”

You thought you saw a hint of a smile but that really wasn’t your top priority right now. He left your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You quickly took your bag and shoved all your notes in it, hoping to get a little more studying done on the bus.

Armando was in the kitchen, you guessed he was about to eat breakfast. He quickly looked up once he saw you leave your room.

“No vas a desayunar?” He asked, you knew you heard some concern in his voice. You shook your head at his question.

“Ya es muy tarde, además no tengo hambre.” You shrugged as you left your shared apartment. You tried to study on the bus ride but all you could think about was Armando, it started to make you feel weird. It’s true you would come home and usually rant about all your upcoming exams, you never thought he was paying much attention though, much less to wake you up for one.

You tried to think back on his schedule, he had training later in the morning so it wasn’t even like he had to get up early. You were probably overthinking this, he probably just woke up early and remembered you had an exam when he saw your shoes by the door, nothing more.

When the bus reached your stop, you quickly pushed Armando out of your head, you had greater, more important things to worry about.

You made your way towards the lecture hall, your head pounding as it tried to remember all the information you had been cramming for the past few days.

—

The second you stepped out of that lecture hall you felt the biggest wave of regret pass you. You rubbed your temple as the answers to all the questions you had been struggling with started flowing back in, you could only sigh in dissatisfaction.

Every step towards the bus station felt like a drag, the only thing still motivating you was the small common sense you had left.

The second you sat on the bus you noticed how hungry you were. You fidgeted with your hands a little before checking your phone, your initial thought was to check the time but it quickly changed when you saw a message from Armando.

“Llegaré tarde, no me tienes que esperar pa cenar”

You couldn’t help but feel disappointed, although you and Armando weren’t super close, it was routine to rant about each other's day while eating.

“Esta bien”

You shrugged off your feelings and continued to watch out the bus window as other cars passed.

The second you stepped into your apartment you heard your stomach grumble, a part of you was kind of glad Armando wasn’t here to see you in such an irritated state although you were sure he'd seen this side of you many times.

You peeked into the fridge and saw nothing but ingredients that would take far too long to cook, you groaned before dragging yourself over to your room. You grabbed the already open bag of chips you were eating yesterday and started snacking. This wasn’t the best option but it was definitely starting to cheer you up.

You walked back over to the living room, sitting down and taking out your phone to doomscroll.

Time passed and before you could realize, the sky was already dark. You checked your phone again to see if you had gotten any messages from Armando but not to your surprise, there was nothing.

You stood up from the couch, your eyelids were starting to droop so it only made sense you went to sleep. Just as you were walking to your room you heard the door unlock, it was Armando.

His hair was still visibly sweaty, you supposed from training, the rest of his body looked relatively dry. What really caught your eye was the two drinks he was holding, he kicked his shoes off and put everything down.

“Perdón, llegué tan tarde.”

You shook your head.

“La neta sí, pero no te preocupes.”

He chuckled at your response, he walked over towards you and handed you one of the drinks he was holding.

“Te traje una malteada, me perdonas?”

You smiled as you took it from him, pretending to think about it.

“Hm, pues ya que.” You sat back down on the couch as you took a sip of the milkshake he got you. He sat down next to you, you could tell he didn’t want to intrude your space.

“Y tu examen?”

“Creo que me fue mal, me olvidé de todo lo que estudié cuando me senté.” You sighed in disappointment, you thought you saw a hint of a frown on his face but the lighting made it hard to tell.

“No digas eso, eres inteligente.” His words made you smile, that little reassurance was good enough for you.

“Y tu entrenamiento?”

“Lo mismo que siempre, pesado.”

“Mejor ya veté a dormir Armando.”

“Me duermo cuando tú te duermas.”

“Yo ni tengo sueño todavía.”

“Pues yo tampoco.”

“Mentiroso.”

You both bust out into giggles, a comfortable silence followed as you both simply sat there. You subconsciously moved closer to him, your arms barely grazing. You looked over at him only to see him already looking at you.

“Seguro que no tienes sueño?”

He rested his head on his hand before humming in response. This only amused you, you slowly brought down you head, laying it on his shoulder.

“Eres buen hombre, Armando.”

You knew him well enough to know he was probably flustered.

“Sí?”

“Mhm.”

You turned to look back at him and suddenly you were both way closer than you remembered. You caught his eyes dash at your lips then back at your eyes, even with the minimal lighting. He called your name.

“Te puedo besar?”

You nodded and that was all he needed before taking your cheek and pulling you closer.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s super gentle, I imagine he stays huddled up with you for a moment before getting up to clean both you and him up. If it’s still early in the day he’ll probably get you guys food, if it’s late already he’ll most likely just fall asleep with you in his arms.

—

He rests his head on top of yours while brushing his fingers through your hair. He can’t help but pull you closer as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

“Mi amor, que haría sin ti.”

He pulls the covers over your shoulders, making sure you stay warm.

“Te amo tanto, por favor nunca te separes de mí.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Not sure if it counts but I think his favorite body part on himself is his hair. I know he prides himself on his hair and he only lets a select few (including you) handle it. His favorite body part on you is your face, he instantly cheers up when he sees it. If he catches you looking at him during a game he’ll instantly be motivated.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I’m sure he cums a lot, especially since he gets so pent up from games. He really likes coming on you but he’ll only do it with your permission, it’s also just a lot easier to clean that way. He doesn’t like making that big of a mess. He probably also has at least a small breeding kink, if you give him the approval to come inside you he’ll be ecstatic.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There’s no way he doesn’t like roleplaying. It took him a little to ask you because of how embarrassed he was about it but after, he was more than glad when you agreed to it. Some of the cosplays he buys are specifically for you and him but he doesn’t like admitting that.

—

Carlos suddenly got up and rushed towards the door, you would’ve flinched but this type of behavior had become more and more normal for him as the days went by.

“Carlos?” You asked from the living room, his head peaked in to look at you while he brought in a heavy looking cardboard box.

“Llegó mí paquete, lo tendremos que usar al rato.” You could sense his grin before even seeing it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I’m sure he has a lot of experience, apart from that I’m also sure he’s a fast learner. He can quickly figure out what you like and what you don’t like and he’ll base what he does off of that. He’s also not afraid to communicate to figure out exactly what you like, after all your pleasure is the priority for him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like he’s more on the basic side, his favorite’s probably missionary but he also likes to see you ride him. He’s willing to do any position where he can see your face, I’m sure if you asked nicely he’d also be willing to experiment though. He loves seeing all of your reactions to what he’s doing, it motivates him even.

—

“Mi amor, no te cubres la cara.” He whined while holding your hips down, you could hear the desperation in his tone. It was hard not to listen to him when he sounded like that.

“Que linda te ves…” His grip on you only got tighter as he dug his head into your neck.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not necessarily serious but he definitely tries to be romantic. He’s not afraid to be a little silly, especially if the moment calls for it. He’ll get sillier after the act, he might make a joke or two while huddling you close in his arms.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very well groomed, he probably shaves but if he gets too busy he might just trim it. He just finds it more comfortable when it’s shaved down, especially with working out and stuff like that. For you, I really don’t think he cares if you let it grow out or if you shave.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Veryyyy romantic, he’ll take you out to dinner, buy you flowers, get you a gift, and he’ll finish it off with eating you out. He wants to make sure you’re super pampered before he does anything. Apart from that he’ll hold your hand and kiss you softly all during the moment, making sure you’re satisfied.

—

His lips were stuck onto your neck, leaving light marks while caressing your waist gently.

“Carlos-“ You whined while tugging at his hair, only getting a muffled groan out of him. His hands traced your waistline as he tugged on them, clearly wanting them off.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think he rarely does it, he’d rather save himself for you. He might cave once or twice if he’s far away on a trip or something, other than that I don’t think he does anything. Either way if he does decide to masturbate, it’ll always be with you in mind. Maybe with a picture of you or just the mere thought could do it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Not sure if it’s considered a kink but he loves it when you pull on his hair. He hates when anyone else tugs on it however you’re that one exception. He loves it especially if you pull it while he’s eating you out, it’ll just get him more motivated to go rougher on you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves both the bed and the couch, it’s the most comfortable for him. He also likes the shower once in awhile, it’s also a lot easier to clean up. If he’s feeling risky he’ll be okay with a little bit of semi-public, most likely in a bathroom of some sorts.

—

“No seas tan ruidosa, mejor que no nos oigan.” He leaned close to your ear, making sure you heard him. You both already knew the walls were thin, you were almost sure anything even a little louder than normal would be clearly heard onto the outside.

You bit your tongue, suppressing a whine as his hand traveled down through your legs.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you dress up specifically for him he’s so gone. Really if you do anything for him that’ll be enough motivation for him. If you wear something he requested he’ll make sure you know he likes it by showing you later. It’ll be so much worse if you cosplay for him, if it’s a character he likes you are NOT getting off that bed.

—

“Y eso?” He looked up from his phone to see your outfit, you were a little surprised to already see the desperation in his eyes.

“Te gusta?” You didn’t have to ask, the look on his face already told you enough.

“Me encanta.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don’t think he’d be too down for anything extremely kinky. He’s fine with the light stuff but anything above that he’d be a little iffy about. I also don’t think he’d be that willing to gag you, he likes to hear your noises clearly and that would only muffle you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a munch, I know that for sure. His preference is giving but he definitely doesn’t mind receiving, it turns him on if you’re as eager to eat him as he is to you. As I said before, not only is he super experienced but he’s also a quick learner, this very much applies to his eating skills. His fixation on vampires only makes it more sure to me that he loves eating you out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

More slow and sensual, especially in the beginning. He wants to relish in the moment for as long as he possibly can. If anything I think he’s more slow and rough, he definitely starts going quicker the closer he gets. I do think though that he’s willing to change his pace to accommodate your needs, especially since your pleasure comes first to him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind them, especially if he’s super pent up. If you do end up having one it’s most likely he’ll end up continuing it later in the day. These are also the times when he likes to be riskier, he’ll drag you into a bathroom or a secluded space to have it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s very down to experiment unless it’s something too extreme, you have to take it little by little with him. If he thinks of something he wants to try, he’ll always make sure you’re fully down to try it. He doesn’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with at all, on that same topic, he doesn’t want you to do anything just because he wants you to.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s a football player so… he can go for a few rounds. He also recharges surprisingly fast so he can go for a while. He’ll take small breaks in between so you don’t get completely tired out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s not that big of a fan of them but if you want to use one, he won’t complain. He’s more down to use light restraints more than anything. He might have one or two toys specifically for you if you’re really into them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loveeees to tease, it’s his way of foreplay. He also just loves to tease you as a way to take a small break, that way you aren’t completely overstimulated. He’ll especially do it if you’re in public, he might text you something risky just to see your reaction, it’ll get him more in the mood for later.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He tries not to get too loud, he'll muffle his groans by kissing you, either your lips or neck. If he gets too needy he’ll start whining, he’ll usually do this just as he’s about to come.

He absolutely loves when you make noises though, it’ll motivate him just hearing your voice. If you talk him through it he’s so gone, it’ll be even worse if you tug his hair while doing it, he won’t be able to control himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes playing light music while you’re at it. It’s not too loud since he still wants to hear all your sounds but he likes playing some to set the tone. He probably has a whole playlist, he adds to it if he finds a romantic song he likes in public. He’ll also happily play any song you request, matter of fact he’ll get excited if you request any song.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Solid 6 inches, not too thick, slightly curved

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’d say it’s moderately high, as long as you want it, he’ll want it too. As I said before, if you do anything just for him, he’ll be turned on. It’s the same thing with if you try to initiate anything, he’s at your disposal, for your use.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After he cleans you up and everything, he’ll fall asleep pretty quickly if you’re cuddled up in his arms. He likes when you brush your hands through his hair, it calms him after the rush he had. He’ll lay sleepy kisses on your forehead as you both doze off.

The sun was starting to set, coating the sky in warm hues of pinks and oranges.

Gilberto was right by your side, walking while eating his ice cream. He looked over at you, your mind was clearly elsewhere.

“What’re you thinking about?”

The sound of passing cars filled the empty silence before you looked over at him and shrugged.

“Nothing really, head empty.” He smiled at your response, you could tell he was holding back a giggle.

“What, so you’re laughing at me now?” You smiled back at him, seeing him shake his head.

“I didn’t even laugh.”

“You were about to!” You chuckled while taking a bite of your ice cream, you could see Gilberto’s eyes widen.

“What?”

“You bite ice cream?” He stared down at your teeth for a second before looking back up at you.

“You don’t?” You giggled a bit while still looking up at him.

“How can I? Your teeth don’t hurt or anything?” You could feel the sense of disbelief radiating from him, it only made you giddier. You shook your head at his question, leaving him a little baffled.

You both spent the whole afternoon talking, it was a little weird seeing how you guys never ran out of things to talk about.

The walk to your house felt almost too quick but when you looked away from Gilberto and saw how dark it was outside, reality struck you.

It was almost unbelievable how quickly time ran out when talking to him, thinking about it only made you blush, you were thankful it was dark out.

“Did you like the ice cream?” Gilberto asked, trying to keep the conversation going for a bit longer before you had to leave. You could tell he didn’t want you to go yet.

“Well I finished it, didn’t I?” You grinned at him, he smiled back.

“That doesn’t necessarily mean you liked it. What if you did it to not make me feel bad?” He teased, you only rolled your eyes at his response.

“I liked it, Gilberto.” You said bluntly, he chuckled.

“I liked everything about today.” You spoke in a whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He smiled, you were sure that If it was just a little brighter outside, you could see hints of blush coat his face. He always liked getting complimented by you anyway.

“We’ll hang out again soon, right?” You ask while he walks you to your door. He’s walking slowly, wanting to take as much time as possible.

“Of course, if you want to, we can do anything.”

When you get to the door you turn on your heel to face him.

“I really like being with you Gilberto, I’m glad you’re my boyfriend.”

Before he can say anything, you get up and give him a peck on the lips.

His eyes flutter and you can see his flushed face thanks to the light placed by your front door.

“Text me when you get home.” You smile at him and he nods feverishly.

“Bye Gilberto.”

“Mhm- bye.”

You walk into your house and can’t help but let out a giggle.

You were glad to have Memo as one of your friends. You two had known each other since middle school and you were both proud to admit you had lived through each others awkward phases.

You’d be dumb if you said you never found him attractive. You tried ignoring it all through middle school because you were sure you only found him attractive because he was the one boy you actually talked to.

Unfortunately now that you were both done with school, it got a lot harder to ignore, especially since he just happened to be everywhere.

He had invited you to a party the weekend before, which you were currently getting ready for. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just a celebration to congratulate one of his wins, you’ve gone to many.

He always asked for you to be there, you’ve were like his safe space. He had nothing against the parties people threw for him, he liked to celebrate every once in a while. However he was the star at the party, which meant having way too many people approach him at the same time, it was reasonable to get overwhelmed.

This was the main reason you kept going to his parties, it was for him.

When you arrived you could already get a whiff of the strong alcohol floating in the air, what’s a party without alcohol?

You scanned the room looking for Taehyung, you had already gotten there fairly late so there was more than a bunch of people obstructing your vision. You pushed yourself onto the front of the room, close to the bar. You tried looking for a cluster of people, usually Memo would be in the center of those clusters, but it was no hope. There was too many people taller than you who were blocking your vision.

Which is also why you didn’t see a man coming your way. You only realized he was there when he rested a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re very pretty.”

You weren’t one to be intimidated easily but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little worried about him grabbing at you.

“Thank you.” You spoke bluntly, sometimes that would work to get men away.

“Do you have a boyfriend, sweetheart?”

Before you could respond you felt a hand wrap around you.

“She does.” You look up to see Memo, it’s not every day you see that angry look on his face.

The man quickly retreats after seeing him, why would anyone ever want issues with the Memo Ochoa?

“You know damn well I don’t.” You can’t help but let out a slight smile at the sight of him.

“That’s the only way to get them to leave you alone.” His angry look leaves right when he sees you smile.

“Plus I’m surprised you still don’t by now.” He unwraps his hand from you and you can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment at the loss of contact.

“Don’t be rude!” You exclaim,

“Hey I’m single too, I’m genuinely surprised!” He laughs a little as he teases you before putting his hand on the small of your back and leading you outside.

It was quiet and there was a faint smell of cigarettes that burned way too long ago.

“Are you having fun?” He looked over at you before asking.

“I just got here, plus I should be asking you that question.”

“Well I’m a lot better now that you’re here.” He smiled at you before looking out, watching the cars drive by. There’s a small break with comfortable silence, both of you staring out into the distance.

“Thanks for saving me.”

He looks back at you confused.

“From that guy?” You answer.

“You know it’s nothing, I’ve always done it and I always will save you from weird guys.” He stares at you for a minute before turning back into the distance.

It was true what he said, he was always looking out for you.

“I haven’t seen you that angry in a while.” You state.

“Well I can’t have people messing with you now can I?”

“I guess not, what would you do without me?” You joke,

“I really don’t know.” He replies in a serious tone, making your heart flutter just slightly.

Another moment of silence passes over you, the only thing filling the air was the muffled chatter from inside the building.

“I haven’t congratulated you yet, have I?”

“You haven’t.” He looks over at you.

“Congratulations Memo,” you smile at him.

“That’s all I get?” He teases,

“What were you expecting? A hug?” He banter back at him.

“I sure wouldn’t mind one.”

You grin before wrapping your arms around him, his do the same to you. You felt comfortable, like you belonged. You both definitely stayed in that position for more time than you should’ve. Right when you two separated you felt a shiver of cold run down your spine, he noticed.

“You’re cold?” Midway through his words he started taking off his jacket.

“No, keep your jacket.” He frowned at your words.

“We both know how you get when you’re cold.” He looks down at you.

“Then I guess you’re just going to have to keep hugging me, mind sharing your warmth?” You tease, it’s obvious you didn’t think he was going to take your words to heart because right when he pulls you in, it’s fair to say you look a little shocked.

“What? You asked for it.” His hand wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you towards him.

“I should’ve known, you take everything seriously.” You can’t help but snuggle up against his chest.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He laughs.

“I never said I didn’t.” You smile at his laugh. You would do anything to save this moment forever, just you in his arms.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” His words are too quiet, you almost missed them. It was hard to pretend like you didn’t know what he was talking about. That warm feeling you got when being around him, even as a teen.

You slowly nod your head, you knew he got your message, he always did.

He moved his hand to your jaw, slowly, like he was trying to not scare you off. He gently made you look at him.

“Memo-“

“Hm?”

You both stayed quiet, you let him guide his lips to yours. Once they both met it felt as if a weight was lifted from your shoulders. Your eyes fluttered closed as you focused on the warm sensation covering your face.

When you both broke away your lips were connected by a small string of saliva which he quickly broke by wiping your lip.

His eyes were locked onto yours.

“God you’re gorgeous.” His whispered, like he didn’t want anyone to ever hear. Not because he was ashamed of you, but because it felt like anyone intruding on your moment was a crime.

“You’re handsome.” You tease back, he can’t help but crack a smile at that.

Your eyes were blurred from tears welling in your eyes. All you could think about were his words, how much he had told you he loved you only for it to fall apart.

“I just don’t see it working out, long distance is hard.” He spoke like it hurt but you were too far gone to notice.

“I understand.” You lied, you didn’t understand but maybe you were just a naive teenager getting her heart broken by what she thought to be the love of her life.

~

It had been months since Gilberto broke up with you. You think about it more than you’d like to admit. You understood completely now, especially with Gilberto having to travel so often for matches, it just wouldn’t work out.

That’s why you were oh so confused to see a message from him one random afternoon. You couldn’t lie, your heart skipped a beat when you saw it. You hated yourself for it, months recovering only for one text message to bring all the pain back.

You left him on seen for the rest of the day, you navigated your phone cautiously, not wanting to accidentally click on anything. At first all of your friends told you to ignore him, so that’s what you tried to do.

The days passed with the notification sitting unanswered, your hurt overpowered your curiosity. You stayed strong until you saw that second text message pop up.

You clicked on it subconsciously, like you guys were still together.

You felt regret flood your system, not because you were upset at yourself for clicking on it but because you knew now that you read it you wouldn’t be able to resist him.

In the text he was apologizing, you sighed as you reread it for the fifth time. Your fingers hesitated over the letters as you thought on what to text, you knew at this point you were too far in.

You bit your cheek when you saw the small texting bubble pop up.

You bit your nail in anticipation for what else he was going to say. You suddenly felt your heart beat faster at what he said.

“Please answer. I don’t think I can do much longer without you.”

You tried thinking back on when you broke up, on how hurt you were but it all felt small now that Gilberto was begging for you back.

“Gilberto you broke with me.”

“I know baby and I regret it so much.”

You could already feel the tears start to pack in your eyes at the sound of your old nickname.

You didn’t want to text anymore, you felt like huddling in a blanket and crying yourself to sleep.

It was almost like Gilberto could read your mind, he called you the second you put your phone down, you answered doubtfully.

You could tell he was in his room. There was a small light brightening the room, just enough to see his face clearly.

“Gil-“

“I miss you so much.”

He spoke before you could say anything, you instantly felt your heart drop, you knew you were gone. Your tears fell silently, you didn’t want him to know you were crying.

“I miss you too.”

You could feel the disappointment through the screen when you saw he noticed you were crying.

“Please don’t- I will show up right at your doorstep if that’ll make you feel better.”

All Gilberto needed was a few words and he was out of his house, on the way to yours.

You tried thinking back on the bad moments, you knew you shouldn’t but seeing him begging for you changed something inside of you.

Before you could even think you heard a knock on your door. The moment you opened it you were engulfed in Gilberto’s hug.

The hug brought back memories you had forgotten you had.

The simple smell of him comforted you.

“I won’t leave you again.”

He whispered just loud enough so you could hear. It was a promise.

“This is the third time I’m showing you!” Armando whines, kicking the ball up into his hands.

“Well maybe show it slower?” You complain, huffing loud enough for him to hear.

“Maybe you should pay better attention?” He banters while giving you a sly grin.

He drops the ball onto his foot, bouncing it from one foot to the other. You watch closely, trying to commit the move to memory but you can’t help and forget everything once he turns to look back at you.

“Got it?” He asks before passing the ball to you, he’s only met with a clueless look.

“Come on, try it at least. You’re the one who wanted me to teach you.” He scoffs while you roll your eyes in complaint.

You try bouncing the ball repeatedly but all you could manage was two passes to each foot. You look down in disappointment before turning to look back up at Armando.

“Hey, it's progress!” He exclaims, trying to cheer you up.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, I’m sick of this.”

“We’ve barely started.”

“Let’s continue this tomorrow, no?”

“Only if you let me take you out to eat?”

You pretend to think for a moment before nodding your head in agreement, how could you say no to him?

“Yeah yeah, but you’re driving, mkay?” You take his wrist and drag him back into the shade where all of your belongings were. He was glad you were looking away because he was sure you would’ve noticed how red his face got from you just dragging him away.

“When do you ever drive when I’m here?” He chuckled.

“Well you always offer.”

“Of course, that’s what gentlemen do.”

“Oh so now all of a sudden you’re a gentleman?”

—

It felt like you could banter for hours with Armando, talking just came naturally to you two. Every so often someone would break the chatter between the two of you and you’d have to break back to reality.

This time, it was only the two of you, this meant you guys talked all throughout the ride and until your food got there. The waiter brought out the food, looking slightly apologetic for interrupting your meaningless conversation. Your eyes instantly lit up at the sight of food infront of you, it was clear to Armando how much that practice had taken out of you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that happy before.”

“Food brings out a different side of me.”

“Noted.”

You both set off to eat, your conversation had halted for the moment while you both finished your dishes. You thought you caught Armando staring at you multiple times but you brushed it off to be your conscious playing games with you.

Once you finished, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief at your fulfilled hunger.

“That was delicious! We should do this more often.”

You looked up to see Armando looking slightly disappointed, you felt a wave of concern cross you.

“Armando?”

He quickly looks up, he smiles when he sees you but all you can do is wonder if it was real or not.

“Hm?” He questioned, you quickly snap out of your trance realizing you were staring right at him.

“You looked sad.” Your words came out more like a statement when you meant it to be a question. He quickly shook his head in disagreement.

“No no no- sorry, I was thinking about something.”

You give him an understanding look before staring down at his finished plate.

“We should go, it’s getting dark.”

“Yeah- right!” Armando stood up, the air between you two felt awkward and you couldn’t understand why. You both made your way to the front where Armando insisted on paying, then you walked to the car. You could tell something was bothering him but you didn’t want to pry.

The car ride was predominantly quiet, a contrast to earlier in the day. Armando played music to fill the overbearing silence but a sense of pressure still filled the air. You tried talking once he reached your home.

“Armando, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Was it the training? Did I do something wrong?” The words rushed out your mouth, your head instantly crowding with unwanted and cautious thoughts.

“No no- you’re perfect-, I mean,” he sighs while avoiding your gaze. He was lucky it was dark out or you would’ve seen how red his ears were.

“I know I’m not the best at football, you don’t have to keep teaching me if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to, it’s just-“ he peaked over at you, a guilty expression on your face.

“I like you.” His words came out quick, he stayed quiet as he studied your expression. The more you stay silent the more regret he felt.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it that way-“

“I like you too Armando, more than normal.” You both looked at each other for a while before you both burst into wide smiles.

“You’re not playing with me?” He asked, he just wanted confirmation.

“Why would I joke about this?” You laughed a little while studying his face, you wanted to know what exactly was going on through his head at this moment.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked while cocking your head to the side, your hand was already opening the car door. He nodded eagerly before responding.

“Wait.”

“Hm?”

Before you could form a thought, you felt Armando’s hands cup your face before pulling you into a kiss.

It felt comforting at first, like a long time finally coming. You gasped when he slid his tongue in between your lips, the kiss escalated to something more hungry before you broke it.

“I have to go, Armando.” You stated with a grin on your face, he wanted more but he understood.

When you reached your doorstep you waved to say bye to him before walking in. You’d never tell him about the small celebration you saw him do in his car.

You followed a tight schedule most days. You woke up early in the morning, usually leaving your boyfriend, Brian, in bed alone. He complained but he understood, after all being a law student was no joke.

Your usual schedule usually went like this: you’d wake up around six in the morning, sneak out of bed being careful not to wake Brian, take a small breakfast to eat on your way to class, and think about all the stuff you learned yesterday.

Some days your boyfriend tries to get up early to at least catch a glimpse of you before you disappear until about midday. Unfortunately, his training schedule makes it very hard to stay up. He has to take advantage of rest when he can and you’ve explained that to him.

This time, when you were hurrying to class, you got a text from him. Usually you tried to ignore texts on your way to class since it disrupted your recall process on whatever you did the day before but you knew you wouldn’t be able to focus until after you checked whatever he’d sent you.

You reluctantly took out your phone and checked your text messages.

“Baby I thought you didn’t have classes today?”

You could already envision the disappointed look on his face and it only made you feel bad.

“Tomorrow I don’t have class, today I do.”

You quickly shoved your phone back in your pocket, thinking that was the end of the conversation. You were a little surprised when you heard your phone ring, you sighed before picking it back up and to no one’s surprise, you saw Brian’s name plastered over your phone screen.

“What happened?”

You called out to your phone, you saw Brian was still in bed, laying down while calling you.

“You can’t miss a day of class can you?”

He asked but he already knew the response, you smiled softly.

“You already know the answer to that baby.”

“It doesn’t hurt to try though.”

You went out of frame as you shuffled through your bag, trying to find your ID to let you in the building.

“Look, I only have two classes today, I’ll be home early.”

“Yeah but by that time I’ll be at practice.”

He whined and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes playfully.

“You’re so whiny.”

“Only for you.”

You stare at him for a bit before talking.

“I have to go.”

You hear him sigh over the phone.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

—

Class went by like normal, the professor talked way too quickly but by this point you were used to it.

You rushed out of that classroom, when you got outside you saw the sun was still in the sky, but you could tell it would start setting soon.

Your way back home was peaceful, the air was filled with a calming breeze that you couldn’t feel during the morning. You thought back and recalled what you had learned today but your mind was stuck on your boyfriend's sad look this morning.

When you got home the house was empty, you kicked your uncomfortable shoes off at the door and placed down your bag by the couch.

You went straight to your bedroom to lay down for a bit, you huddled up with your boyfriend's pillow before taking your phone out.

You doomscrolled for a bit before you heard the door creak open.

“Baby?” Brian yelled, you felt a wave of confusion hit you. Brian usually didn’t get home until a few hours after you did. He walked into the bedroom before you could respond. All he could do was collapse onto you.

“You’re home early?” You laughed before wrapping your arms around him.

“I told the coach I wasn’t feeling well.”

“Brian!” You playfully hit his arm causing giggles to erupt from both you and him.

“What? I really did feel sick, I don’t think I could’ve lasted another hour without seeing you.” He dragged his head to rest along your neck. You only reached your hands up to fiddle with his hair. You sighed as he left small kisses along your neck.

He pushed himself up to lay his head more comfortably against your chest, his hands wandered under your sweater before hugging you.

“So you don’t have to get up early tomorrow?” He asked, you shook your head.

“Nope, I’m all yours for the rest of today and tomorrow.”

He simply smiled when hearing that.

He looked up at you before kissing your neck again. You wrapped your hands around his head while his mouth worked on your neck.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s very shy showing affection in public, he feels like everyone’s watching him. However, when you're both alone he can get surprisingly clingy. He’s most comfortable holding your hand in public, anything after that gets him a little embarrassed. I do imagine he loves cuddling, especially after a rough match, just for comfort.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I think he’d be the type of friend you could talk to about mostly everything. He really doesn’t judge so it’s easy to talk to him. I think the friendship would start mostly with you both just talking about random stuff and then it would escalate.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I think he’s very gentle when it comes to cuddling, I think he prefers to do it when you’re both distracted with something like watching a movie. I think he would prefer being big spoon but if you really want him to, he’ll switch. I also think he likes it a lot when you lay on his chest, it’s just the best way for him to get a full look at you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I mean, he’s 17 so I doubt he’s thinking about that yet. It might be one of his goals for later in life though. He’s probably not the best at cooking but he’s decent at cleaning, he just doesn’t do it that often. He’ll try making you food if you ask, just don’t expect anything too extravagant.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d be very gentle, he would try to make it as least hurtful for you. He’s not the type of person to engage in drama so he’d do the best to end it on good terms. I feel he’d probably do it in person to try and talk everything out thoroughly.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Again he’s 17, probably not thinking about getting married anytime soon. However, I do think it would take him a while to fully commit. He just wants to make sure you’re the one, stuff like that takes time. With his busy schedules he probably won’t have time to see you everyday so it might take even longer.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

I wouldn’t say he’s extremely gentle but definitely on the gentler side. I feel he’s pretty tough physically, he trains a lot so he's probably used to falling down/being hit. Mentally I think he’s stronger than most people think but if he’s close to you he’ll feel a lot safer being vulnerable with you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He doesn’t do it too much in public unless you’re direct family. He also probably doesn’t enjoy them that much if he’s not familiar with the person. Other than that I feel like he likes them a decent amount.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Again, I feel like it takes him awhile. He wants to make sure you’re the one plus I also feel he would get very embarrassed and shy out from doing it. When he does say it and you reciprocated it he probably feels a lot safer saying it more often.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I actually think he’d get pretty jealous. I don’t think he’d do anything huge about it but he’ll definitely make it known in someway. It might be how his eyes look at the person or he might even just turn a bit sassy.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He’s very gentle with you, mostly because he doesn’t want to ruin anything you guys have. I believe he loves giving you forehead kisses. I also think that if you kiss him somewhere, he’d feel the need to kiss you in that same place to make it even. (I actually have a fic based on this?) Anyway I think he’d like to be kissed on his cheek, it makes him blush.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s not too far off from being one so he probably knows how to talk to them. He knows a bit about what’s trending so he can probably make funny conversations with them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Very lazy, probably cuddling while scrolling through social media. If you guys get hungry he might order food or go out to get some. Either way if neither of you have anything to do you’ll probably stay in bed till midday, especially if he’s tired from practice.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’s a nightowl, he might stay up playing a game with you or maybe even just watching a movie until you both doze off. He’ll buy lots of snacks to keep you guys entertained while you do a whole lot of nothing.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I definitely think he waits, he doesn’t want to get too vulnerable too quickly. I feel like he’ll start revealing stuff once you do because he feels like if you trust him enough to do so then he can do the same. He’ll reveal stuff one at a time, maybe scatter it around conversations if it comes up.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

I think he could get angry quickly but it doesn’t last very long, it’s also probably not that intense. If anything, he probably gets the most angry on the field than anywhere else. If he ever gets mad at you for a stupid reason, he’ll feel really bad and he’ll try to do a lot of stuff to make it up to you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I think that at the moment he would forget, especially when he needs to remember it the most. However, he’ll suddenly remember hours later and he’ll get mad at himself for it. Deep down he does remember, it just doesn’t come to him at the right times.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Any moment where you’re both just talking about random stuff. It makes him feel comfortable that you guys don’t need to have a topic of conversation for you guys to just get along. Also I think he loves the moments where you two can just be vulnerable without consequences or judgement.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I do feel like he’s somewhat protective, especially around his teammates. I think his way of protecting you would be to just walk away or to deescalate as best as possible. He’ll definitely talk bad about it once you’re away though. He doesn’t mind being protected, especially if it’s out of jealousy. That’s probably one of the easiest ways to make him amused.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

As much as he can, he doesn’t want you to think he’s not trying in the relationship. He puts a lot of thought into gifts, he thinks back on stuff you’ve told him about and he tries to base it off that. Same with dates, he goes for something he knows you’ll be excited about. He doesn’t want to take you places/buy you gifts based off of what everyone else is doing.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Overthinking, he’s definitely a little insecure about your relationship at first. This also means he’ll be very jealous at first, once he starts spending longer time with you and his trust grows, it goes down from there.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not too concerned but if you two go out together he definitely wants to make sure he looks presentable. He doesn’t care much about his looks on the field though, he just wants to look good for you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Definitely, especially if you’ve been dating for a while. Expect a lot of phone calls and text messages if he’s out on a tournament. He calls you every night to see if you’ve watched his game, plus also just for encouragement from you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’ll send you random pictures of stuff he finds and tell you it reminds him of you. It could be something completely random that you have no correlation to.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Arguing just for fun, I imagine he tries to have a very drama free life and he would like it if you picked arguments just for the fun of it. It would also make him very insecure about your relationship and he just wouldn’t feel comfortable about it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Night owl, he’s the most online at night. He might be texting or calling you while scrolling through social media or he might just be looking through old photos.