YAELOKRE

Nicknames. 6

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"Would you.. be my.. uhm.. my partner..? Or.. or is it too soon to ask?" Kingsley whispers under his breath, obviously a bit embarrassed as he waited impatiently for your answer.

"Yes."

It was like the Gods themselves came down and blessed Kingsley. He stared at you in utter disbelief as he smiled ear to ear, his eyes squinted.

Watching his smile form as if he were a clown was so precious you couldn't even function. He reached out, pulling you into a suffocatingly tight hug, kissing your head.

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂; 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂. " 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻-𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.."

You chuckled in response, hugging him just as tight as you let out a cat-like purr when he kissed your head. (this shits moving so fast guys i gotta tone it down 👎)

"Are you.. a cat?" Kingsley questions, looking down at you with a giggle. You shake your head, letting out a sigh. "No but that would be pretty weird if I was." You reply.

"No that would be awesome I love cats!" He whines out, his hand reaching up the back of your shirt to gently rub and scratch your soft skin.

The millisecond you feel his cold hand against your once warm skin you jump a little, not expecting to suddenly feel that. But regardless, you lean into his touch, letting out a faint sigh of relief.

"Still, I'm not a cat, Kingsley." You whisper under your breath, realizing you forgot to respond a minute ago. He can't help but smile at your late response, finding it adorable you genuinely forgot to respond.

"Oh the mask.. fart." Kingsley whispers, forgetting for the millionth time to finish making your mask. "Are you worried about it? Do you want it finished soon or.. no?" He asks, looking at you with a look of concern lacing his big ass fuckin bug eyes.

"I do kind of want it soon.." You murmur, wanting the mask but at the same time not wanting to let go of him. "Why don't you go bother Cole for me, yeah? He deserves it." Kingsley says with a faint smile.

Truthfully, loved Cole. But he had no crickets earlier and so he's made a fake grudge against the boy and is "using" you to get back at him. Well, not necessarily using but more of like making you do the dirty work.

You nod with a smile, reaching up and giving him a kiss on the cheek before standing up off the bed and him, beginning to walk off.

As he watched you walk off, his eyes focused on your hips, watching how you walk. He loved watching your every movement. He loved watching how you move, how you walk, down to what you do with your hands when you stand still.

He couldn't help but smile, his eyes squinting once more as he just admired you. He realized he had been staring off at nothing for a few minutes after you left, replaying everything in his head.

He shook the thoughts away as he stood up, going back to the box and fetching the mask, more fabric and the needle/thread. "Shit I still don't have wire.." Kingsley whispers from under his breath.

"Darlingg!" Kingsley calls out, hoping you would come back. Lo and behold, you arrive. "Yeah?" You question, wondering what he needed.

He liked seeing you, watching you lean against the frame of the door, your hands feeling the soft fabric of the shorts you wore to bed, still matching Kingsley.

"Could you ask perrine if she has any wire?" He asks shamefully, a bit embarrassed he forgot he doesn't have anymore.

"Yeah of course I'll be right back." You say as you smile, walking off once more. It was if his heart exploded in his chest right then and there. God your smile was so precious to him he felt like he could throw up.

He adored seeing you, looking at you, your scent, your demeanor, the way you spoke, your gentle voice, everything about you he loved with everything in him.

"They're so.. perfect." He whispers under his breath. Sitting back down he begins to trace out the ear shape he wanted, humming as he did his thing.

It was only a moment later you returned, a long thin piece of silver wire in hand. "Oh thank you darling." He says as he smiles, taking it from you. It was the cutest thing ever watching his smile to you. His eyes squinting and his cheeks slightly flush.

"I love you so much." You whisper, walking off hoping he didn't hear. Thankfully he was in his son little world again the second you handed that to him, so he most likely didn't.

Taking a fatass shit rn yall pray for me it stanks

As you leave to bother Cole and get to know him, he works on the ears, occasionally nipping himself with scissors.

"I hope they don't mind blood.. I doubt they will.." Kingsley murmurs to himself, attempting to wipe off the blood marks left on the lightly colored fur. Instead of 15 minutes, it took him roughly an hour. By then you got bored of bothering everyone and wanted Kingsley back.

"Ki-ki? Are you done?" You question, making up a new nickname for him. Ki-ki. He turned red almost immediately, having to hide his gigantic smile in his hands, he couldn't even keep his eyes open from how wide he smiled at the small nickname.

"Yeah.. there's some- usjejkeellwlend." Man what the fuck did he just say??? Ain't nobody know bros goin THROUGH it my GOD. You stare at him blankly, wondering what the fuck just happened. Until it hit you. Dense ass bitch.

"Is it the nickname?" You question as you walk over, pulling him into a hug, gently guiding his hands away from his face. As you hug him tight, your hands gently wander up, beginning to scratch his soft, curly brown hair.

He nods, hugging you so tight you feel like your going to suffocate. But it's okay because it's Kingsley he's cute he can get away with it.

"Did you finish the mask Kiki?" You question, looking down at him. His grip somehow turns tighter as he whines. "Stoppp!" You were confused, was he embarrassed?

"Do you not like the nickname?" You ask, slowly slipping away from his grip which was so tight his fingertips went white. "I do! But it's.. idurjfnkfk!!" He let out, you stare at him as if he just said he was an alien from a different world.

"..what?" You question, catching on to the fact he's never really.. had anything you two have.. or done. I mean you neither bitch but still.

"It's.. -fmkfmostlyyytjjefindidheed" Kingsley says, trying to speak. You sigh, moving everything over as you sit infront of him, reaching out and gently grasping his face.

"Can you calm down and try to speak?" You ask, now gently rubbing your thumbs back and forth against his cheeks. You watch as the boy takes slow, deep breaths calming himself down, his face was still bright red, same as his ears.

"I'm mostly finished, I'm just struggling." He manages out, sighing in relief. "Here, let me help." You say, smiling as you grab the mask with thread and a needle still hanging out of it.

You are a DUMB bitch and have no clue what the hell he was doing, but you wanted to be supporting so you begin js shoving the needle up, through and back down the fur of the mask.

Kingsley cringes, wanting desperately to tell you off. "No, darling.. that's not how you sew." Kingsley says, slowly taking it from your hands as he shows you how to properly sew.

As he did a backstitch, you watch how the needle moved, his small movements up and down as he almost finished it.

"Do what I did and finish it off, I'll show you how to tie it." He says, smiling softly as he hands it to you. He realized you hadn't been watching properly and likely had no fucking clue what the hell was going on.