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oooo thanks so much :) :) :)

So first ill say this goes from warm/fuzzy (hop, leon) to Much More spice (raihan) so uh be careful lol. I wanted to make sure they were all different enough! Raihan’s has themes of alcohol & clubbing.

(also sry for the super lame title lol)

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'Dance With Me?’ (HopxReader, LeonxReader, RaihanxReader)

Hop

‘Go on, Hop, ask for a dance,’ Leon prods.

‘Cut it out Lee,’ Hop grumbles in return as he swats Leon’s hand away. ‘You’re being too loud!’

You’re chatting with your friends at the Gym Challenge Gala. Everyone who’s participated is welcome, but mostly it’s those who’ve made it past the fourth gym. 

The older challengers have a social event later in the night, but Leon came to this one early just to support his little brother.

(Support his little brother in finally making a move on you)

Bellonlea is hosting this year, so strings of fairy lights hang from the branches of the tall, dark trees. They make your eyes glitter, and that was the first thing Hop liked about the gala.

You’re on punch-refill duty, but really you can only carry so many of your friend’s cups.

‘Now’s your chance,’ Leon whispers, and he gives Hop’s shoulder a shove. ‘Remember the steps I told you. You’ve got this.’

‘Yeah, I’ve got this,’ Hop repeats, and he confidently marches to the punch bowl, only to swallow back a bundle of nerves when he meets you there.

‘Hi Hop,’ you say as he approaches.

‘Hi,’ he coughs. ‘You... you look nice.’

Step 1: Compliment. Complete.

‘Thanks,’ you say with a smile.

Your smile is so nice. He makes jokes just to make you smile. Even when you battle, he tries to make you smile.

Hop smiles too. Onto Step 2.

What was Step 2.

He can’t remember Step 2.

‘Are you... enjoying yourself?’ you ask awkwardly. Hop’s stare is a little unsettling.

Step 2 Step 2 Step 2. Uhhh.

‘Huh? Oh, uh, yeah,’ Hop splutters. ‘Yeah. You?’

‘Yeah.’

You wait for a response from Hop. It doesn’t come.

Dance.

Dance!

Step 2 is dance.

‘You wanna dance?’ Hop asks suddenly.

‘I’ve... I’ve got this punch,’ you reply.

He plucks the cups from your hands and sets them on the table. Problem solved.

‘I guess that works,’ you chuckle.

When you smile, Hop smiles too.

Leon

You had been working so hard lately, so Leon wanted to treat you to something nice.

He just wanted to be a good friend!

It’s normal for friends to have a candlelit dinner, right?

And watch a movie on the couch after, right?

...and casually yawn, rest his arm on the back of the couch,

…….then around your shoulders?

Normal.

He just wanted to help you relax! You’ve been so tense lately, working hard and doing your best.

(he’s proud of you, and he tells you that every day)(now that your relationship friendship is at the point of talking every day)

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, especially when your eyes were drooping even through your dinner.

(the dark lighting probably didn’t help, but it did make you even more stunning)

(apparently Leon could be more attracted to you)(he thought he reached the limit)

(he didn’t)

Movie started, bam, you, fast asleep, right on his chest.

(he hoped his pounding heart didn’t wake you)

You didn’t wake until the next morning, with a pillow under your head and a blanket around your shoulders.

You stumble into the kitchen with a yawn to see breakfast being made and soft music in the background.

There’s Leon, t-shirt and sweats, messy bun and sleepy eyes.

‘Morning,’ he says simply.

‘Hi,’ you say as you rub your eyes. ‘Did I sleep all through the night?’ He nods.

The music is nice; it’s soft and simple, a perfect addition to the foggy dawn.

You lean on the counter and listen.

‘Hey, I think they played this at my prom,’ you say with a light chuckle.

‘Yeah?’ Leon asks. ‘I never had a prom.’

‘Shame,’ you chuckle. ‘You really missed out on a whole lot of awkward.’

‘You? Awkward? Impossible,’ Leon teases, because you both know that is very much possible.

You chuckle again, then there’s silence between you. He catches how you watch him.

You turn with a blush, suddenly realizing the intimacy of morning.

‘Did you dance with any tall handsome men?’ Leon asks. You’re not sure if he’s teasing, so you only roll your eyes.

Soft sounds still play from the radio, and Leon catches your eyes again.

‘Do you want to?’ he asks quietly. ‘Dance, I mean?’

‘...Now?’ you ask. ‘In… your kitchen?’ Leon shrugs, and you suppose that you could offer him a little taste of prom, though really this is nothing like prom.

‘Is... is that weird?’ Leon asks. You shrug too.

You step towards him, and he to you, and you both let out an awkward, breathy laugh. You’re just friends, so this is fine. Normal, even.

It’s normal how he curves his hand around your side, gently lifts your hand in his.

It’s normal how you set your head on his chest, how you both gently sway to the melody of the radio.

It’s normal how you unintentionally let out a hum, how you almost doze in and out.

Yeah, this is nothing like prom, but that’s alright with you.

hahahah I like this one!! it’s not super long but this is such a cute & unique prompt, thanks for sending it!!

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All Clean (RaihanxReader)

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m serious.”

“Babe, come on, it’s not even that bad.”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me.”

"Can’t I even get a kiss?”

“No, because then you’ll get sand all over me too.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I just vacuumed, you’re not getting sand in the carpet again.”

Raihan is standing at the end of your driveway, lips pursed, hands on his hips, because you refuse to let him come any closer. When he takes a step towards you, you raise your leaf blower threateningly, and Raihan backs down again.

“You’ve got dirt all over you,” Raihan huffs as he gestures to your mud-stained shoes and your dusty gardening gloves. “So you can’t go in the house either.”

“I can take my shoes off and shake out the dirt,” you retort. “Unlike some people who just waltz inside without even trying.”

Raihan crosses his arms and taps his foot. His countenance suddenly shifts, and he’s batting his eyelashes, swaying back and forth, gazing at you with those big, beautiful eyes.

“The garden looks so nice now,” Raihan hums. “You did such a good job on your project, I’m so proud of you.”

“Not gonna work, bud.”

“C’mon!” Raihan whines as that sunny countenance drops. “I came all the way out here to see you. Don’t you want some boyfriend cuddles? Some kisses? Hugs?”

“I want you to not be sandy,” you say again. “I already told you to make sure you clean up after your battles.”

“I figured I could clean up here,” Raihan mumbles as he traces a little heart in the sand that’s piled around his feet (a testament in itself, but it’s not like he’ll admit it.) His eyelids lower, and that sharp canine makes an appearance when his bites his lip. “We could even clean up toge-”

Your leaf blower cuts off his sentence when you aim it at him, and a pulse of air blasts against him. He trips backwards at the sudden gale, coughing and spluttering as you make sure every particle of sand is on the ground and not on his clothes. After you sweep the leaf blower up, then down, then up and down again, you flick off the switch, and give him a smile.

“There,” you hum. “All clean.”

Raihan’s clothes are haphazardly strewn, and his headband is halfway off his head. Before he has time to respond, you trot up to him, cup his face, and pull him into a loving kiss. He returns it after a few seconds, and you smile against his lips.

“Love you,” you say sweetly when you step back, and he squints at you. “Now you can come inside.”

You weave your fingers around his, and finally let him follow you up your driveway. Raihan sighs dejectedly when he gives your hand a squeeze.

“You sure know how to prove a point,” he chuckles. “Guess I’ll actually clean up properly from now on.”