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#Both of them would rather have a cute little movie date
crushmeeren · 5 months
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🍰Todoroki/Fem Reader SFW & NSFW Headcannons
Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you’re not into this
Warnings; cursing, making out, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy (he has a tongue ring in this), ass eating, vaginal fingering, small bit of spanking, Shouto is a little bit subby in this (his moans & some of the things he says), dirty talk, Shouto has a bit of a praise kink, Shouto holds your hands behind your back when you ride him😮‍💨
Authors Note; sorry if this is too long- I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs. Hope you all enjoy these headcannons as much as I enjoyed writing them- if anyone would like a specific MHA character or someone from a different anime, feel free to DM me💕
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Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, maybe a bit of a dick, but who is actually so sweet & so loving, who is actually the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget them (you found the list in his notes app—you definitely cried), who always buys extra of what he’s eating —so you can have some too (even if you said you weren’t hungry)
Shouto who doesn’t get social cues very well, who tilts his head when he’s confused, who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often, who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, whose smile could actually melt ice with its warmth (Shouto makes the most facial expressions when he’s with you— you take that as a win)
Shouto who you met in high school, but weren’t really friends with— or dated until after you all graduated, who you crossed paths with while battling a villain, who you caught mid air when he was falling from the top of a building, on the verge of passing out (he says he swears he saw you with a halo, because he fell in love with an Angel that day)
Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk, who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home, who also brings you a glass when he’s drinking some, because he’s learned he can also show you he loves you by sharing what he likes with you (you think it’s so motherfucking cute when you are handed a glass of milk out of the blue)
Shouto who decides to be a bit rebellious after he gets out of high school, who wants to try new things, who decides to cut his hair shorter, who gets a nose ring, who pierces his ears (not to mention his tongue ring— you almost fainted when you noticed it the first time🥵) who goes with you when you get your own tattoos & piercings—he often wears jewelry that reminds him of you
Shouto who says his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch, when it’s raining, when the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies & napping (if it gets a little X rated, who can judge you😮‍💨)
Shouto who is a fucking dry texter, but who sends you pictures of things he knows you love while he’s out on patrol, especially pics of dogs that he encounters (he even ends up bringing one home for you), who gets so happy when you respond with pictures of things you know he enjoys—sort of making your own language with one another
Shouto who likes to wear more of a streetwear style when he’s not working (to your never ending delight), who likes to wear matching clothes with you (shoes, shirts, even matching colors, etc.), who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear (because it makes him feel like a part of you is with him—you did feel a bit smug, knowing you were technically sitting on his face all day)
Shouto who sucks ass at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart, bitter because you don’t think you’ve ever beaten him, (although whenever you and your friends gather at your home, the highlight of the night is watching Bakugou lose to Sho over & over)
Shouto who has stayed close to Midoriya, considering the man as his brother by extension (you love the green haired man & see him often), who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees (he was nervous he would mess it up—he didn’t)
Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings?? (not the only peach he likes to eat👀), who you have woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am (you just take one and go back to sleep), who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere— even your car (you love Shouto so goddamn much)
Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn mark, about his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past, who opened up to you—trusting you completely, wanting to share a side of himself others don’t see (you absolutely cried), who you trust in return—telling him everything about yourself & your own past
Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, meet his mother, who added you to the group chat with all his siblings (they are actually a lot of fun, even if Shouto only replies with one word answer or gifs), who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents (you tell him it doesn’t matter, because he’s perfect for you either way—that earns you another million watt smile)
Shouto who loves you wholly, deeply, completely, who is your soul mate, who is your best friend, who planted the seed of his love in your heart that has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree, who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself—you’d start a war for this man (he’d do the same)
🍰Warning NSFW Below🍰
Shouto who enjoys kissing, who loves to lazily make out with you, who feels his cock start twitching in his briefs when the kiss starts to get heated & messy, lips slick as they glide together, who gets half hard when your tongue plays with his, whining gently when you tilt your head—flicking the tip of your soft tongue against his
Shouto who likes to lay you on your back in the bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts, who likes to push it up your belly—slowly letting it get caught on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce, who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone as his warm, wet mouth sucks on your nipples, pussy throbbing—no doubt wet as fuck now
Shouto who bites over the skin on your sternum, plush lips trailing down your belly until he gets to your pussy, who grips the bottoms of your thighs pressing them backwards to your chest, who gets onto his belly, looking up at you as he licks a stripe from your pussy lips up to your sweet bud, making sure he swirls the cold metal of his tongue ring on the heated flesh of your clit (immediately you’re gripping the sheets, whimpering fuck Sho! when warm tingles radiate down to your toes)
Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out, who moans into your pussy—vibrations you can feel throughout your groin, who makes you squeal when he sucks your clit—tongue ring feeling electric with every swipe of his tongue, who eagerly says pussy tastes s’good Angel, can I eat your ass? pretty please baby? (you flip over immediately)
Shouto who gets you both completely naked, whose cock is standing straight out when you take a look at it, who gets your ass in the air, face shoved into the sheets, who rains his hand down on your ass cheek, pain flaring brightly up to your hip, who gives you no break—gripping the thick flesh of your ass and spreading you open, kitten licking at your asshole (you almost scream—once again the sensations increased ten fold by the contrast of his chilly tongue ring)
Shouto who shoves his middle two fingers in your pussy with no warning, tearing a gasp from your chest, who finger fucks you and sucks on your tight hole until your lower belly tightens, pussy clenching his fingers, cumming hard, who fingers you through your orgasm— stroking his cock as he whines to you Angel your pussy is so fucking tight, wanna fuck you so bad, please can I? (you say yes immediately)
Shouto who knows you’re a pillow princess, who loves it, but has actual hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushed a sweet pink when he’s able to convince you to ride him for a little bit—reverse cowgirl style, who props his back against the headboard with a couple pillows, who pulls your hands behind your back—holding your wrists together in one hand
Shouto who spreads your ass with his free hand, whimpering uncontrollably as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy as you bounce in his lap, whose dick throbs and who sucks in air sharply between clenched teeth when you moan f-fucking hell Sho, your cock is so good, so big, gonna make me cum as you throw your head back
Shouto who can only take it for so long before he pushes you off his cock, manhandling you onto your back whispering in your ear gonna fuck your sweet pussy now, okay Angel? as he grips his shaft, feeling how slippery you’ve gotten his cock, sliding his dick all the way in with one thrust—making you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders
Shouto who bends you in half, knees hooked over his shoulders as he squishes you into a mating press, who fucks you hard, hips curling up into your sweet spot, making you feel each drag of his cock, cumming within the first five strokes—& then again and again and again, orgasms popping in you like water balloons, pleasure gushing all the way up to your brain
Shouto who chokes on his moans as your slick, warm pussy squeezes his cock over & over, voice low & needy when he whines into your ear Angel please, cum on my cock one more time, need it baby, pretty please-m’gonna cum soon
Shouto who does make you cum one more time, who makes you start to feel dizzy from cumming & the angle you’re pretzeled into, you’re able to focus just enough to speak in between moans, saying Sho, hah—oh fuck! Sho, you’re such a good boy, fuck me so well, love your cock Sho, love you baby boy—who cums instantly when he hears your sweet voice praising him, high pitched, needy sounds falling from his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass, cumming in warm, sticky ribbons
Shouto who makes you feel like you have noodles for limbs, breathing heavy as you both feel giddy with the post orgasm glow, who unravels you slowly, pulling out & letting you spread out like a starfish, who flops down on your side, who lets you collect your thoughts—lacing his fingers with yours as you both relax into the mattress
Shouto who eventually gets up to clean himself, who brings you a warm wash cloth and cleans you, who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties after he gets dressed, who pulls you into a hug—telling you how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face & you do the same—Shouto who goes to the kitchen & then brings you a glass of strawberry milk 💕
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angelltheninth · 5 months
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Can you plz plz write a smut where Mike takes readers virginity and they are kind of innocent
Sure thing, my Mike brainrot is still going strong.
Pairing: Michael Afton/Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, virginity loss, kissing, body worship, praise, gentle sex, soft!Michael Afton
Word count: 1.1k
A/N: He would be the softest lover in the world, have you seen this man?!
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Michael sat right across from you on the bed, his boner prominent despite his nervous glances at your equally naked body. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, at least according to him, perfect date, perfect drive home, perfect ambiance for the first time you'd have sex with him, or anyone really.
"The candles are too much aren't they?"
"Mike."
"Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have gotten them!"
"Mike."
"I wanted it to be all romantic for you, it's your first-"
"Michael!" You cupped his face in your hands, cutting off the rant he was bout to go on. He looked so cute like that, eyes big and wide and lips pressed together. "It's fine, I think it's very romantic. Very movie cliché of you, but I like that side of you."
Michael couldn't help but blush at your compliments of him, taking your hands in his and rubbing his thumbs over them. "That's good, cause I gotta be honest, I only did it cause I saw it in a movie and it looked pretty." He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, "I only want the best for my gorgeous girlfriend." His cock pulsed when it met your wet pussy which pressed it against his abs more and more the closer you got.
"And that's why I love you." Your lips meet in a deep kiss as your arms fell over his broad shoulders. You kept rocking your hips against his cock, your clit constantly rubbing against the length, "Second drawer, I wanna come on your cock first."
"Do you baby? You want it?" He asked between each kiss as he moved you both backwards, his hand blindly moving to get the box of condoms, "Wanna put this on me?" Of course that meant you needed to move way from him but it was worth it to see him tear the package open with his mouth. "Lubed up on the outside."
You rolled your eyes as you took the rubber, "I know, I've had the same health class as you Mike."
"Yeah, that's what I worry about. I've had to learn from practice." And based on the stories he told you there was a lot of mishaps in his previous relationships. Although not from his lack of sexual province, rather from the lack of time he could dedicate to his girlfriend. But now he finally had a stable job, one that allowed him to spend more nights with you and actually afford a babysitter for his sister.
"You don't have to flaunt your experience at me. Besides I'm a very fast learner."
"I'm not- I just don't want you to feel pressured here. You can lean back and le-et me-!" Michael's eyes fluttered open and closed as you held his cock still with one hand and pulled the condom on it with the other. There was no way you were gonna look him in the eyes right now. "You... that's fine."
It was almost a shame to let him go, even through the rubber you could still feel every vein on his cock, pulsing at your touch, "This fees very different than toys." It was a lot better, seeing him almost shaking with excitement as he pushed you down and lined up but didn't put it in, instead he ran his hands up to your breasts and took one nipple into his mouth.
You could see all the muscles in his taunt back working as he moved little by little, "I want to make you feel good. This pretty body of yours, I want to know all the places that will make your eyes roll back, get you to make all the sexy noises for me." He released your stiff nipple with a wet pop, moving to the other, "Thank you for trusting me enough to be your first. I'm gonna try not to hurt you, so tell me if it feels bad and I can pull out okay? This is all on you."
"Mike... okay, I'm ready, I want to be one with you, please make me feel good." Mike gave your breasts a few more kisses before kissing you right as he pushed forward, sheathing himself inside you in one go, bodies and mouth pressed against each other, it was the only thing you could do to keep your voice down as you felt yourself get stretched and filled up by a real cock for the first time.
"Are you hurt? You're not saying anything..."
"Only stings a little. But I think I'm okay. Hold on... let me try to- oh!" Your forehead fell against his when you felt his cock react to your pussy fluttering around him, "Oh my god. Okay... maybe... pull out a little?" His hands moved down, holding you just above your waist, his eyebrows furrowed with worry as he pulled back. "Not all the way!"
"Ah! Sorry. It's okay, take all the time you need, I'm here." He couldn't do anything but stare at you, feeling his cock enveloped in your warmth again as you pushed him closer with your legs, once again taking all of him.
The clenching of your pussy pulled him deeper, letting him sink in all the way, fully bottomed out inside you. You kept pulling him close every time he pulled out too much for your liking, now that you knew what it felt like to have Michael's cock inside you it was hard to imagine you could every feel as good without it. He got the message, keeping most of it in with fast, but shallow thrusts, focused on the way you mewled past your tight lips, how your nailed raked down his back and pulled him even closer.
"Feels good to have you this deep." You kissed his cheek, his stubble scratching your lips but you didn't care, he could shave a little after. Besides the stubble made him look hotter in your opinion. "Can you... thrust a little faster, I'm getting close."
"What ever you need babygirl." He picked up the pace as he intertwined his fingers with yours and kissed your ring finger gently, almost dreamily as your pussy came with his cock deep inside you. "You feel amazing, that's it, keep that pussy tight for me." Michael wasn't far behind you, and while you could feel his cock pulse and his hips stutter, you were deprived of the feeling of his cum, caught by the condom instead. "Ahaha, don't be disappointed sweetheart, we gotta be careful with this stuff."
"I know." You almost whined but calmed down when he nuzzled the tip of his nose to yours, "I wonder what it feels like though, to have your cum inside me."
"You'll find out some day." As quickly as those words left his mouth he hid his blushing face in the pillow, "I-If you want that of course."
That sounded a lot like he just asked you if you wanted to have kids one day. "That'd be nice."
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abswife · 3 months
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modern gf! abby headcanons
i spend most of my day imagining what having abby as a girlfriend would be like so here's what my little gay brain came up with
nsfw at the bottom mdni
you guys would probably meet at a cafe
it'd be one of those cute little moments where you both ordered the same thing and when they called it out you both reached for it at the same time
you guys would start chatting after that, and she'd ask for your number before you left
you half expected her to not even text you, but the next day a random number popped up with the message "hi, it's abby from the cafe."
after a few dates you two made it official
she's the type of person that always wants you to come to her place rather her go to yours, she just likes seeing you with all of her stuff around
she's a big fan of the pet names babe, baby, and sweetheart
she likes to just chill with you, she doesn't feel like you guys always have to be doing something when you're together. she's perfectly content just reading or scrolling on your phones in the same room
in public, she doesn't really like to do more than just hold your waist or kiss your forehead, but at home she is glued to your side
big cuddlebug
she insists on going on biweekly dates, even if it's just to see a movie
would be so nervous to meet your parents, she would be practically shitting herself on the car ride, but when she actually meets them she is the very picture of respect
your parents said after that she seemed like "a very nice girl"
also slightly nervous for you to meet her dad, even though she knows that he'll love you
we all know that she is a gym rat, and she would love it if you came to the gym with her, even if you're doing completely different stuff
she knows how much you like her muscles, and will tease you if she catches you staring
however, you do the same thing when you catch her staring at your ass
she loves it when you wear her jackets, and she will wear your jewelry sometimes
she'll bring you flowers randomly, always from an actual florist
SHE LOVES WHEN YOU COOK FOR HER it makes her feel so domestic with you
i feel like she would be a doctor, maybe a cardiologist
she would come home from working long shifts and just drop into bed with you, not even bothering to take her scrubs off
sometimes you bring her lunch to work, and her smile and the kiss she plants on the top of your head make it worth the drive
she tells you that if you guys get married that you should stay at home, considering there wouldn't really be any reason for you to work since she makes a lot of money
she would be very happy to provide for you and you never having to lift a finger
she texts like a grandpa in the way that her texts seem to have no tone
you'll be like "i love you so much baby! <3"
and she'll reply "i love you too."
you know that she means it though lol
nsfw below
she is very passionate when it comes to sex
while it can be fun to just go at it, she prefers to slow down and really appreciate your body
she's a sucker for eye contact, she's always grabbing your chin to make you face her
she's a SWITCH argue with the wall
while she loves giving, babygirl also likes to be taken care of
as stated before, she loves your ass
she's always grabbing and slapping it, lightly that is unless you ask otherwise
she's not big on toys other than straps
when she uses her strap on you she can never decide if she wants to do missionary or doggy, usually makes you decide
because in missionary, she can see your face
but in doggy, she can see your ass
usually not very into you riding her, since she feels useless just laying there
riding her face however? that she can get into
but yeah that's all i can think of rn but i can a thousand percent make a part 2 so lemme know if i should
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lynnielovestlou · 4 months
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pottery with abby :)
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꩜ synopsis: abby takes you on a pottery date and it leads to something more..
꩜ CW: cute little date fluff , dom! abby , sub! reader , smut (men dni) , fondling , fingering , gentle! abby , pet names (mama, honey, sweetheart, etc) , no use of y/n , abby has a bulge , reader doesn't get dick (sorry lovelies) , orgasm denial , overstimulation , dacryphilia (kinda) ,
nsfw!! this is short, i'm so sorry :')
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Abby's thick, and quite thunderous, thighs are spread apart, you slotted in between them. Your back is pressed up against her chest, the only thing supporting you being a small sliver of the wooden stool you're both sitting on.
The only sound is the whirring of the pottery machine in front of you. You had bought it a few months ago, thinking it would make a cute date night for the both of you to have in your shared apartment. Of course, you were right. Though it took months to convince your girlfriend the same.
Let's just say, you weren't disappointed. It felt exactly like how it did in the movies, where your sweaty bodies were all squished up against each other. Now both of you were covered in clay from the elbows down, your fingers intertwined as you both work away at the clay.
"You're so pretty, mama." Abby says, her voice sultry as her chin rests in the crease between your neck and shoulder. You can feel her warm breath on your skin and how her hands slowly move from the clay to your arms.
"Abs... the pot." You say, trying to get her attention. Of course she ignore you, her dirty hands placing visible handprints on your clothed thighs, "Abigail Anderson! These are my favorite overalls!" You giggle and pout at the appearance of clay-handprints over the course material of the denim.
She laughs against your skin, the vibrations alone sparking a familiar heat in the pit of your stomach. She doesn't move her hands despite your objections, and even though you wanted to salvage the overalls while you still could, you couldn't deny the warmth pooling in your panties.
"Gonna' let me take care of you, baby?" She coos, pressing her rather chapped lips just below your earlobe.
You'd be an idiot to say no. So naturally, you agree, squeezing your thighs together. The entire time you could feel her packing, her bulge poking and prodding at your ass as you sat in front of her lap. You knew what her intentions are. And you loved it.
She grabs the damp rag you had set aside to clean off her hands with. She wipes them clean before her clean hands slip into the top of your overalls, teasing your stomach over your shirt.
She was teasing you, and you knew it.
"Abby..." You say breathily, taking your hands off the pot in front of you and turning the machine off. She tuts you and takes her hands out instantly, your eyebrows furrowing in disapproval.
"Don't stop making that pot. If you take your hands off, so do I." You groan just as fast as she had retracted her hands from you, earning a stifled laugh from your girlfriend behind you, "Don't be a brat. C'mon, keep going."
Desperate to satisfy the twitching in your cunt, you turn the machine back on, dipping your hands in the water to start on the pot again.
Her warm palms find your tits, kneading them as she peppers kisses on your neck, "Mmm... you're so fucking pretty." She groans again, giving your chest a firm squeeze before pushing her hand down your overalls. She can feel your moisture through your panties as her digits tease at your already sensitive bud, "This all for me?"
You nod, your hands struggling to stay steady on the clay.
Her hand snakes between your legs, her fingers rubbing circles around your pussy. You moan out loud, caught off guard by the pressure against your slick folds.
"Gonna put one in ya." She warns, giving you enough time to stop her if you wanted to. Once she realizes that you're not, she's eases one of her fingers into your hole, letting you adjust before she starts to pump in and out, "Fuck, baby, you're so tight."
You bite your lip, hands still on the clay as your legs shake.
Without another warning, she shoves another one in, the pressure only increasing. You squeak, your hands letting go of the two of you's pot. She tsks you before pulling out, pulling a gasp out of you from the sudden emptiness.
"What did I say?" She demands.
"N-not to stop with the c-clay." You babble.
"That's right." She says, "C'mon, honey, you can do it."
You both resume in your tasks, her fingers working away at your cunt, your own at the clay. Some parts of the pot were denting, but you could feel your orgasm bubbling up in your tummy again. Your eyes closed, the stimulation making them pool with tears as your walls clenched around her fingers. You were close, and Abby knew it.
"Ab— Abby-"
"I know, honey. Cum on my fingers. Let me feel you." She coos, sucking gently on your neck as your orgasm came crashing over you. You were a shaking mess, and Abby fucked you through it. Moans were heard throughout your shared apartment, your neighbors most likely fed up with how loud you always are with her.
She takes her fingers out when she's sure you're okay, drying them with the same rag from earlier. She offers you a little smile before turning back towards the pot in front of you.
She notices the little, crescent shaped nail marks in them, from your attempt to calm yourself from earlier. She laughs at the sight, kissing your cheek. "Alright, baby. Let's get this fixed, hm?"
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rustycopper4use · 7 months
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ozzie x fizz x reader….maybe a little one shot of fizz and the reader being cute because they know ozzie doesn’t have it in him to say no to them (most of the time) when they do it? maybe something just silly and domestic (they WILL have burger breakfast) but generally two cuties having a demon king wrapped around their fingers
AJJAJAHAUAUJSJSHSHJSJS YESSSSS
You were an absolute Angel ironic since you lived in hell, and was in a relationship with quite literally the embodiment of lust, and his right hand hyper jester.
  But that’s beside the point, you knew you could melt Ozzie with a smile and plea.
  What was dangerous was about this was Fizzaroli could do the same. Two low level demons able to have a prince of hell at your beck and call. Especially after the kidnapping incident with fizzaroli, Ozzie has been extra attentive if that was even possible.
 Ozzie was infatuated with you two, he would gladly do anything for you two, just to see you smile.
  He would’ve never imagined to fall for anyone let alone this hard.
 Early mornings were the closet sense of normal before the chaos of hell wakes up.
  Fizzaroli would always wake up first, getting himself ready. Then waking you two with an air horn.
 You’d wake up, already missing the cuddle pile.
 “Do you have to do it every time..” you mumbled pushing your face into Ozzie’s chest.
  “Cmon! I need my partner in crime.” He whined wrapping his robotic arms around you, pulling you into his embrace rather than Ozzie’s.
 “What are you thinking?” You tiredly rubbed your eyes.
  “I was thinking of-“ he whispered into your ear.
 “I see… you think he’ll do it?” You questioned.
 “Has he ever said no?” Fizzaroli gave a toothy smile.
 “What are you two planning?” Ozzie voice grumbled, still recovering from the air horn.
 “Nothing~” you fizzaroli both cooed.
 “How about we make breakfast!” You spoke, with a cheerful smile.
  Ozzie looks worried towards you.
  “I mean me and you, I’m still cleaning burnt cereal from the tiles, when fizz tried to help.” You shivered at end.
  “You’re being dramatic, it wasn’t that bad.” Fizzaroli laughed.
  “You’re the only demon that I would fully believe if you found away to burn water.” You teased.
  “He did remember, last month. That’s why we banned him from touching the kitchen.” Ozzie mentioned.
 “I completely forgot about that.” You deadpan.
“I’m starving, you need to feed me.” Fizzaroli dramatically lays across the two.
  “That reminds me, do I have any meetings today.” Ozzie gets up wrapping the silk red robe around himself.
  Fizzaroli looks at you with a knowing grin.
 “I mean, you do have some production quality meeting- sounds boring to me, but it’s not that important you could always reschedule.” Fizzaroli began falling Ozzie, with you.
 “Hm? What else do you have planned?” Ozzie turns to look down at fizzaroli. 
  “I mean me and fizzaroli, would love if you stayed home with us, maybe morning burgers and a movie date?” You cooed, as you and fizzaroli looked up at Ozzie. 
 He gives a love sick sigh.
“If you really want me to stay, who am I to say no.” Ozzie
  Fizzaroli is already on the phone canceling the meeting.
  “While he’s busy why don’t we start cooking!” Ozzie smiled.
  “I would love too.” You cheered pulling on the man’s heart strings.
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simplyjake · 1 month
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Valentines day w Enha Hyungs🫶
summary: what u and ur man do on ur first valentines day tgt<3
a/n: and fuck everyone who got a valentine. let me be a hater but i also had to pump this one out before the day ends for me
Heeseung
Oh hee, my sweet hee
HE WENT ALL OUT
Ofc he did its ur first valentines with each other as a couple
You guys used to do valentines as friends 
Both single and lonely 
But since he finally had the balls to ask u out you can now spend it in a relationship!
He actually got u a reservation to ur fav restaurant months in advance
Bc bro knew that the place does not PLAY w reservations
Its always so busy
So the fact that he did this in advance makes ur heart swell
You bought him his first bouquet of flowers
He sobbed.
Boys deserve their flowers too!
He cherishes the flowers and when they die
He does that thing where he presses dead flowers and shit
Then puts them in a frame above his bed
He got you flowers too with a teddy thats huge as fuck
You end the night with a celebratory minecraft session <3
Jay
Such a romantic ill cry
You were never much of a valentines day celebrator
You thought it was stupid (me too bff)
That was until you finally had ur person to do it with
Im a sucker for jay playing guitar so obviously 
This man learns ur top 3 songs on guitar and plays it for you
You got him a bunch of custom guitar pics and those r all he uses btw
He gets u this big ass bouquet that came with a crown n shit
“Had to go all out for my princess” 
SHUT UP
 We know hes an excellent cook
So of course he cooked a 5 star home cooked meal for the both of you
W niki as ur server
He was promised robux if he did that btw
You got him tickets to see his fav band thats coming to town in a few days
He blew up
Sooo thankful for you
And to think this is only ur first valentines day?
Baby it only goes up from here!!
Jake
Our jakey poo
Hes the best at this shit lemme tell you
You woke up to home cooked breakfast in bed
So sweet of him awww
Hes had this day planned for a while
He saved up so that you can have a shopping spree 
Ur literally in shock bc jake??? You did not have to do all that
A nice set of flowers and movie day in would settle
But not to him nuh uh 
Dont worry you made sure you got ur gift in as well
You even got something for layla!! 
When you mentioned that u got layla a gift too he almost got down on one knee i swear to god
After ur little spree you guys went out to eat for dinner
You begged him to let u pay
He alr spent so much today that you were gonna be upset if he didnt let you pay for this one thing
He reluctantly let u pay the bill
But he HAD to be the tipper
The day couldn't have gone any better
ALSOOOO 
Posts u to “Valentine” by laufey
Sunghoon
Sunghoon is so cutie
He knew you were coming over soon so he set up his room with all of ur  favorite things
Like ur fav drinks in the shape of a heart on his bead
Giant teddy bear sitting in the corner
Rose petals and even balloons everywhere
Do u guys know the tik tok audio
“Victor u actually did this” LMFAOOOOO
You'd recreate that video with him
“Baby are u srs”
“Hoon pls we’d go viral”
And u did btw
You guys would have a cute comfy day in
He'd rather save all the big gestures for ur birthday!
You two are a really lowk couple
He posted u for v day and people slide up like
“Wtf since when did u bag a hottie”
“YOURE DATING Y/N”
And he shows them to u giggling cus like 
Hes the one who gets to show u off and be with you forever
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lebenspurpur · 1 year
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love languages
AN: i don't actually know if i ever did this, so i'm doing it now. sorry for the long hiatus, life is packed full of stuff, as usual. i hope you all had a peaceful christmas and an equally peaceful new year's eve.
summary: love languages of the slashers, both receiving and giving.
warnings: mentioned sex in Bo's, mentioned weed and alcohol in Otis', canon backstories of the slashers
slashers: Michael (RZ), Vincent, Bo and Lester, Brahms, Thomas, Otis and Baby, Jason, Josef and Amanda.
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(𝕽𝖅) 𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕸𝖞𝖊𝖗𝖘
Giving
Gift giving and acts of service describe Michael's style of loving you perfectly. He may not be the most talkative, physically affective partner, but he's protective and creative.
The protectiveness shows when he takes care of problems you have, no matter how small. The sink needs fixing? He's on it. You need help lifting something heavy? He's ready to flex those muscles. A person at work is annoying you? Just say the word and he'll take care of them.
The creativity becomes visible in the little gifts that get more individual the longer you know him. In the beginning, he gifted you nearly everything he could find: some candy, a dead mouse, sometimes pretty rocks. As time passes, he spends more time on them. Now you get carved bones, self-made masks, he even picks flowers now and then!
Receiving
Michael would never, ever ask for this, but I'm convinced he loves physical touch as a love language. It doesn't even have to be a big thing, Mikey already enjoys you stitching him up when he got hurt again. His personal heaven, though? You, laying on his chest while watching a hilariously bad horror movie and eating some take-out.
𝖁𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗
Giving
Totally quality time. It would be gifts, but Vincent's gifts are rarer than you'd expect. Most of the time, he gets too insecure and critical of the gift (mostly a drawing or a sculpture) which stops him from ever giving it to you.
Instead, he makes sure you're comfortable and safe in Ambrose. Whatever you want to do, Vincent will do it with you. Even if you just want to spend the day in bed and cuddle, he's absolutely down. Sometimes he organizes little dates for the two of you, where you can spend some time away from his brothers and the Sinclair residence. Especially after he was too focused on the museum for a while, cute dates are his way of apologizing.
Receiving
100% words of affirmation. While Vincent's childhood was filled with (mostly toxic) compliments, he hasn't heard them in a long, long time. And his little artist ego misses them dearly. It doesn't matter if you praise his art, or anything else, he loves it. He wants to hear how much you love him, that you'd never leave him. He can't relax without some reassuring words. The only compliments, he's sensitive about are the ones about his face.
𝕭𝖔 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗
Giving
With Bo, it's actually acts of service. Sure, he's physically expressive as well, always down to touch and caress you, but does he know how to show love through that? No.
He rather focuses on providing for you, mostly by earning a little money to get by. He also prides himself by being the go-to man for reparations around the house.
Receiving
Just like his twin, it's words of affirmation. Unlike Vincent, Bo never got any praise in his early years. He's never known the feeling of being complimented for anything else but his body or his ability to fuck someone. And he doesn't know how much he needs it until you show up. (Imagine him wanting nothing more than to make you proud, so he gets some praise. Shut up, I'm not crying.)
𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗
Giving
Oh, Lester loves to give gifts. He's super into crafting and collecting stuff he finds to make something new out of it. Stuff like bone necklaces, animals carved out of wood or self-made jewelry. They're always so beautiful, and you're sure he spends hours making them.
Though, during busy times, he has to content with a small bouquet of wildflowers he got for you. You're always excited anyway, no matter the size of the gift.
Receiving
I strongly believe one of Lester's dreams is a wholesome, domestic lifestyle with a spouse he can come home to. So it's acts of service. He loves coming home to a warm and comfortable home with you waiting for him. And if you cook him a meal? He's in heaven.
However, he also adores physical touch. Nothing is more relaxing than laying on your lap with your fingers in his hair.
𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖒𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖊
Giving
I think it's obvious that Brahms' love language is physical touch. He can not keep his hands off of you. And he doesn't care whether you're busy or not.
To cut him some slack, there's no slasher that knows how to be as comforting with touch as Brahms is. Plus, his hands are the softest.
Receiving
Who would've thought, it's still physical touch. In addition to that, words of affirmation. Brahms loves touching, and he loves being touched equally much. He also likes being praised, as we all know.
On a more serious note, Brahms needs your voice to ground himself pretty often. His entire life was filled with so many rules and restrictions, it's strange to be a free man suddenly. Praising him, complimenting him, reassuring him - it often saves him from spiraling into a melt-down when something goes wrong.
𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙
Giving
Tommy prides himself as the provider of his family (because he is). Therefor, his love language is acts of service. He sews for you, he fixes things for you, he threatens Hoyt when he once again crosses a line. Thomas would do anything for you, really. His biggest fear is to be without you, and so he works hard to eradicate any chance of that ever happening.
Receiving
Thomas is so touch starved, he adores physical touch. Ever since he was born, people were too afraid or too disgusted to touch him, to even get close to him. The only exception was Luda Mae. He used to think he would die without knowing any loving touch.
And then you came around, and you're so affective, so sweet to him. Tommy doesn't think he deserves you, but whenever you touch him, he melts anyway.
𝕺𝖙𝖎𝖘 𝕯𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉
Giving
As surprising as it sounds, Otis' love language is giving gifts. Otis isn't good with words (don't get me wrong, he can hold speeches like a champ, but let's be honest, he'd rather bite his tongue off than say anything emotional), he's often rougher than he'd like, he's lazy and his past-time activities are... special. In his eyes, there's only one way to prove his adoration, and it's surprisingly well-chosen gifts.
Otis always seems to know what you're currently interested in or what you wanted for a while. When he hands you the gift, he brushes it off like it's nothing, even if you're getting super emotional, but you know he means well. (He steals them, by the way, I don't think he pays for anything ever.)
Receiving
Otis loves to spend time with you, so quality time. He's been alone for so long, it's refreshing to have someone beside him who actually enjoys his company. Sure, he has his family, but nothing compares to the presence of a significant other. He loves movie nights with the two of you, even better if they involve weed or alcohol.
𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖑𝖞
Giving
Spending quality time with you is one of her favorite ways to show her affection. It's up to you what the two of you are doing. Baby's down for doing each other's makeup, she's also down for robbing a bank. You have a lot of options.
Receiving
Baby loooooves getting gifts. It doesn't matter how expensive or big they are. Anything you decide to give to her is being cherished. Be it a lipstick you bought or a drawing of her, Baby will never forget it. Gifts make her feel so wanted, so spoiled.
𝕵𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖋
Giving
Josef is very, very good with words, especially words of affirmation. It's kind of ironic, given how awkward he can be.
But really, he's praise as a person. Josef loves to compliment and worship you. No matter what you did, he has to make sure you know how much he adores and cherishes you and how wonderful you are.
Receiving
As seen in Creep 2, Josef needs someone to spend quality time with. Doesn't matter if you're going for a walk or just enjoying a bath together (we all know what scene I'm talking about), just being around you makes him happy.
Nevertheless, we also see him being extremely touch-starved. Josef is aching for some physical touch, and if you give it to him, he'll cherish the ground you walk on.
𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖁𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖘
Giving
Jason is always proud to say he's a providing type of man. Acts of service are such an easy way for him to show his love. He hunts for the two of you, he cooks, he renovates, Jason is all about making your life as comfortable and easy-going as possible.
Receiving
Jason misses words of affirmation. Just tell him how strong and attractive he is, and the boy is blushing redder than anything you've ever seen before. Praise about his work (as in his cooking or certain fixes he made) make him swell with pride as well. He adores how tender your voice is when you talk with him.
𝕬𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌
Giving
In Amanda's eyes, making sure you're safe is her number one priority. She protects you, she gives you a comfortable life, free of any worries she could possibly get rid of. Her acts of service often contain getting rid of any evidence that traces you to her, but she loves the satisfaction of knowing that you're looked after.
Receiving
Amanda misses the simple sensation of having dinner with someone she loves, or watching a movie cuddled together. Spending quality time is very, very important to her, and she often neglects tasks she got from John, simply because she misses your company.
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thcfountain · 2 months
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Dating Nick Folio would include:
mdni. nsfw & fluff.
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Fishing dates! sitting in a boat together in comfortable silence, occasionally talking about the weather or other small talk as you wait for the fish to bite.
Matching outfits for riding his motorcycle. He's very big on "dress for the slide, not the ride," but that doesn't mean you won't match.
He tries to teach you to ride a motorcycle too. Riding your own is safer than clinging to him from behind, even if he likes the feeling of you pressed up against him.
"I'd rather straddle and ride you," you say, halfway into the lesson and Nick immediately stops what he's doing.
Strong arms wrap around you, picking you up to carry you inside immediately. "I hope you mean that," he says as you giggle at the way he rushes you both into the house.
There's lots of laughter and fun in your relationship to the point where you two have had gigglefits together mid sex.
You pause, mid riding him, to laugh. "Did you just say my nipples were jigs?"
He laughs underneath you, hands on your hips, encouraging you to keep moving. "If I was a fish, your nipples would be the best lures to get me." It makes sense but at the same time, it doesn't.
You roll your hips under his encouraging hands but you can't help laughing and he laughs with you, realising that maybe he shouldn't have said that.
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"Bang me like a drum," you moan as Nick thrusts into, hard and fast.
As your words register, his pace falters. "like a drum?" he can't help but laugh. "I'll smack your ass like a symbol later, baby, I promise," and you laugh too.
sometimes when you're ovulating, you get heavy baby fever and if you even mention it to Nick, he joins you in having it.
"I could build a crib," he tells you one day. You're snuggled up together on the couch, as close as can be, watching a movie. "And we can buy lots of cute little baby clothes," he adds.
Your heart skips a beat at the thought. "You're too busy," you remind him, even though it pains you to say it.
"You'd be so beautiful pregnant with my baby. I could kiss your tummy and talk to baby about music and fishing. I can't wait to buy them their first fishing pole!"
You guys drive the rest of the band crazy together. You prank band members or make weird noises at each other. If Nick starts singing, you always join in. If one of you makes a weird noise, the other will make a weirder one. You two can communicate solely in odd noises.
Getting matching tattoos. Ruffilo tries to keep you guys from doing it but he ends up giving in and agreeing to tattoo you both because he knows if he doesn't, you're just gonna go get each other's names tattooed and he hates that.
Doing silly couple trends with each other even if you never post them to social media.
Nick likes watching you masturbate and he will bring home toys that he wants to watch you try.
You close your eyes, moving your hips in time with the motorbunny you're currently riding. He'd been so excited when he brought it home for you to try and you had to admit how good it felt to ride.
Nick sits not far from you, eyes glued to your form as he slowly strokes his cock. "Louder, baby," he pleads, begging you to make more noise.
-
The grinder is strapped to his thigh, his hands are on your waist, helping you ride it. Every time you thrust against it, the ridges and bumbs that were specifically designed, rub against your clit, drawing out cries from you.
"Cum for me," he softly pleads, helping you pick up your pace and it doesn't take long for you to cum all over the toy, your hands grasp his shoulders, steadying yourself as you cry out.
Once you've regained your senses, you drop to your knees, taking his hard cock into your mouth in order to repay the favor.
He also likes it when you order him around.
You're the first person that he lets collar him too.
"You ready?" You ask, holding the lock and collar you two picked out together. It's a beautiful collar, made of a loose chain, and to the untrained eye it might look like some e-boy esq accessory.
"I'm ready, I'm yours and only yours," he promises and you put the collar on his neck, locking it into place. You'll wear the key on a necklace around your own neck.
Sometimes date night means dinosaur nuggets and beer, sometimes its fancy dinner at a nice restaurant, and sometimes date night means sitting in a boat together as you wait for the fish to bite.
Texting with him all the time when the band is on tour. Facetiming him whenever he can get a moment or two away.
"What did you have for dinner?" you ask, watching him move the phone so he can readjust to a more comfortable position in his bunk. "Don't say sleep."
He laughs but there's love in his gaze at the fact that you take his wellbeing so seriously. "We found a pizza place," he tells you. "Noah ate his weight in pizza and now Jolly is tutting about how he warned Noah he'd get a tummy ache." You both laugh a little and then there's a quiet pause. "I miss you," he says quietly.
"I miss you too. I love you."
being treated like a younger sibling by the band. You and Noah are practically bffs with the most brother/sister relationship ever.
You run and leap onto Noah, clinging to his back from behind. "I'm gonna take you down," you threaten, while Nick cheers you on. "You can't beat me in a wrestling match."
But Noah is all muscle now so he just laughs. "This isn't even wrestling, you're just koala clinging to me."
You look back at Nick and he immediately gets the point, rushing over and helping you get Noah onto the floor. The two of you pin Noah down together.
"That's fucking cheating!" He declares as you and Nick laugh.
"Why are you guys recreating the scene where Merry and Pip tackle Boromir?" Asks Matt as he walks into the room.
You and Nick look at each other for a second and then rush Matt, knocking him down next.
"We're the undefeated wrestling champs!"
Going on cross-country road trips together on motorcycles. Which means staying in shoddy motels, eating at random diners, and making memories you'll never forget.
He pulls over to the side of the road and you follow, wondering if something is wrong. It's night time and the road is practically deserted in this in the middle of nowhere town that you're passing through.
It turns out nothing is wrong, he just wants a moment to stand at look at the stars together. Brightly splattered across the blue-black sky, the moon shining down on you both. You take your helmets off and kiss under the stars.
Lots of kisses! Nick loves kisses from you and he loves giving them. Sometimes you guys just sit and makeout. His kisses are the best.
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kneelingshadowsalome · 4 months
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Hello! Ash from @ashes-writing-corner here and I just had a brilliant idea!
What if König had a secret admirer that left him little love notes and tokens of appreciation? Nothing crazy but really sweet stuff. Poetry, notes, just pouring words of love on the page in pretty hand writing. Maybe they're good at calligraphy and/or are ambidextrous so he can't decipher who's handwriting it is. So he's gotta try and figure it out ^.^
Teasing König with love notes is a foolproof way to make our man obsessed ❤️
He thinks he’s a romantic at heart (and maybe he is) but it’s movies and such that mostly taught König how to deal with women. He wasn’t popular in school and never had a lot of friends from whom to learn how to date girls, ask what they like, how they behave… So to him, women are a bit of a mystery still. Cute letters and notes written in pretty handwriting are something he would try to do were he to court someone for real.
Seeing that he has a secret admirer is a life-shifting event because usually it’s he who does the admiring from afar (rather obsessively at that). Trying to find out who this romantic soul is becomes a priority. His head spins around during meetings, at lunch, in the plane, he's on high alert literally everywhere he goes. Curious to who's sending him this stuff, he sometimes lies awake at night, a bit delusional. Someone seems to have a crush on him, someone is sending him pieces of poetry like it's the 18th century, but who?
Who are you…?
Are you a pilot? A cafeteria girl? A fellow soldier?
König is starting to resemble a paranoid owl, trying to catch if someone is sending him secret signals, pretty shy smiles or lingering looks. He gets high on this shit... And also, a bit anxious. Are you even real…? What if this is just a prank? He's going to fucking strangle someone if it is.
Sniffs the letters and notes when they arrive, trying to catch your scent on them. Has every single one stored near his bedside, and reads them at least five times, both to make his heart swell again and to try to decode who this mysterious calligraph girl is. He’d write back to you if he only knew who you are…
One day, just before he goes to bed, there's another note pushed under his door. It's just a folded piece of cardboard paper that has no poetry in cursive; instead, it's written with a simple black marker pen and says:
“Hello hansome... Do you want to see me? If yes, come to the cafeteria tomorrow morning at 8. Bring a flashlight.”
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seoksgrl · 2 months
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rather be dead than cool, 1 : jjk nerd!jungkook x popular!reader college au, dislike to love genderbent shes all that au
tws: some slight bullying (?), rich people being rich people
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One thing could be said for you, and that is that you’re an overachiever. You set your goals way too high (some might say) and then struggle to reach them (also up for debate). 
Since you were a youngster clicking around the nursery yard in baby Gucci from head to toe, you’ve always known you were destined for greater things than the bumbling little town you happened to be born in. If it weren’t for your father building a large technology empire in your formative years, perhaps you would have turned out differently. But he raised you to work hard and to take everyone you know with a pinch of salt. 
High school had been a breeze, popularity and good genes meant you had many friends, but your father always reminded you that people could be bought. They always needed something from you, whether it be an elevation in social status or just a bite of your granola bar, your friends had motives. And you respected them when you were upfront about it.
As expected, you got straight A’s, entered one of the top colleges and built an appropriate social circle. Some call you conceited, shallow, rude - you’re just you. If they don’t like it, you don’t waste any more of your time. People didn’t affect you as much as they did your friends, especially boyfriends. You’d grown up with the knowledge your father instilled in you, meaning that when Park Jimin ended things with you, there wasn’t a tear spilled or an ounce of makeup smudged. 
Jimin had been your boyfriend for the longest of the guys you dated in college - lasting a whole year, in fact. He was good for your popularity, something you’ve grown to enjoy. Why feel bad for taking advantage of something you have no control over? You dated him, now you don’t. You can easily move on and find someone else, or not. You’re well aware of the fact you don’t need anyone. 
Your friends don’t think the same way, however. 
“Oh my god!” Irene gasps, her dainty, ring-adorned hand falls on the shoulder of your Prada sweater and you resist the urge to shrug it off. After all, a snag would just be inconvenient, and those rings house many gaudy diamonds, “Are you okay?”
The question isn’t surprising to you - people have asked you every time you’ve had a break up. The answer is always the same.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Mina’s brows pull together, and you wonder if she waxed them herself. They’re looking uneven, “Well, you guys were together for so long. I mean...did he dump you?”
You shrug, scrolling through Instagram, mainly Jimin’s posts from Spring Break are all that clog your feed. He ended - you both ended things a week before he left. You pause momentarily on a photo of him with what appears to be a cheerleader and close the app. 
“It was mutual,” You check over your acrylics, happy with the peach colour. It matches perfectly with your purse, “I’m good. Really,”
Mina and Irene don’t look convinced, though you truly do feel okay. It wasn’t like you were in love with Jimin or anything - you’d said it to each other, but really, how do you know when you’re in love. Nobody tells you how you’re supposed to feel. Jimin had said it, and so you replied with the same. You had your own way of knowing you didn’t feel much more for Jimin beyond simply liking him, and it was the same measure you used for all friendships and relationships. 
If you were planning to go to the movies, would you want to go with Jimin, or go alone?
The answer had always been alone. Jimin was a talker - he didn’t really watch the movie, and the couple times the two of you had chilled at his place with the TV on, he’d texted or tried to initiate sex with you. The idea of Jimin texting in the movie theatre made you irrationally angry. And so, you always went alone. 
“Jimin was cute,” Mina says suddenly, as if she had thought about it for some time, “You two were like...the It couple. You know?”
It wasn’t a secret to you that your relationship with Jimin had caught some attention in the social circles on campus. Things in a prestigious school such as Yonsei University worked a lot like high school - there are still the familiar cliques you would expect, and as such, you are known as one of the most popular individuals on campus. Popular and well-liked are not, as most might believe, mutually exclusive. You’re aware that some people dislike you, but it’s hard to care. How can they dislike you without knowing you?
“I mean,” You laugh, brushing away a stray hair from your bangs, “Jimin only got popular after we started dating,” And it was true. You would never lie about such a thing, “I feel like I could date anyone and we could become the It couple on campus. Almost everyone we know is single,”
Mina scoffs, a rice cake inches from her lips, “I could date, I just choose not to,”
Irene is the next to speak, her attention moving from your friend to you, “So, what are you saying? You made Jimin the man he is today?” She speaks through her laughter, but you don’t know why. It’s the truth - and you’re not even trying to be up your own ass about it either. 
“Yeah,” You reply, short and sweet, “Making a guy into high class material isn’t difficult. Men are pliable, like clay. You just mould them into what you need,”
Before you and Jimin became official, he was cute. But he wasn’t the kind of cute you would usually date. There was something inside you that yearned for a challenge, something to occupy your time. Doing well on assignments and quizzes was too easy for you. Thanks to your father’s money, he’d bought you the best tutor available to you and so you’re always pretty clued up on what you need to know in class before the semesters begin. 
“You know what,” Irene adjusts her bag on her shoulder, settling herself on the bench beside you. Class is in ten minutes, and you should really start walking, but before you can suggest it, her hand is diving inside her purse and pulling out a cheque book. It has daisies on the pages, and from what you can tell, it’s new, “My dad has lowered my allowance after I put a dent in his Jag. I could use some extra money,” Her smile turns devious, a little like when you were in high school and she confessed to shoplifting a jacket she was wearing, “How about we make this interesting, since you’re so confident?”
Mina is standing in front of the two of you now, cheeks stuffed full with rice cake and she bundles the wrapper in her fist, listening intently. 
You’re not just confident - you’re stubborn. And it was this, you would later realise, that would be your downfall, “Go on,”
“You have until the spring formal,” Irene writes on the cheque, her handwriting flows smoothly, little hearts adorning the i’s, “to turn some random dude into the newest campus hot boy,”
You chuckle, lips preparing to speak before Irene shushes you with the pen.
“To make this a fair bet, Mina will choose the guy,”
Irene wasn’t wrong, you were confident. So confident in fact that the concept of Mina choosing the guy you had to reinvent didn’t phase you at all. In fact, the fire of a new challenge began to build in your gut, and so you agreed, without even knowing what the prize would be. 
“If you win,” Irene speaks, “you get my car,”
Irene’s car is gorgeous, a white Porsche that her father had custom made for her twentieth birthday. Nobody else has anything like it in the world, let alone on campus. The idea of having it for yourself is more than appealing, “And if you win?” 
You raise your brow, waiting for Irene’s answer and fully expecting what you hear fall from her lips, “I get your Tiffany bangle,”
Irene had her eyes on your most prized piece of jewellery ever since you stepped on campus with it after Christmas with your grandma in Paris. Like the Porsche, the bangle was also custom made, and you believed it was probably worth just as much. Confident in your ability to create a new campus It boy, you agree. 
“Great,” Irene smirks, “If this guy doesn’t win Spring King at the formal, we’ll consider it as your loss. Happy with those terms?”
Anyone could win that plastic crown, you’re absolutely sure of it, and so you raise your manicured hand and shake it with that of your friend, sealing the deal and leaving the next part of the bet in the hands of Mina, who stands watching the whole exchange. 
The three of you agree to meet after class, during the free period you all share just after lunch. Your morning passes without issue, mostly because you had already read the book you’re studying during the summer. Now halfway through your senior year, it’s imperative that you remain on top of your game, but with your extra tutoring and excellent average, you have a feeling that would be straight forward. 
By the time you meet up with Mina and Irene again, Mina’s hair is just beginning to fluff up thanks to the humidity carried by the change in season. Spring is slowly morphing into summer, and the grass is at its greenest. As the other students laze about in the April sunshine, you and the girls seat beneath the shade of an old oak with rough bark and thick, flat leaves to shield you all from the rising temperature. 
“Mina thinks she may have found the perfect candidate for our little bet,” Irene begins, luxuriating on the grass, combing the long, black tresses of her hair with her fingers. Mina nods, halfway through braiding her own hair in an effort to quell its frizz, “If you manage to pull this one off, I’ll be very impressed,”
Mina finishes her work, letting her long braid hang over her shoulder before she crosses her legs, leaning forward to speak directly to you, “On my way to chem, I saw the Jeon boy,”
“Jeon?” The name rings a bell, perhaps from high school or middle school, but you can’t think of who Mina could be talking about off the top of your head, “Who is that?”
“Jeon Jeongguk,” She clarifies, “He’s in my art class - a photography major as far as I can tell. He takes fine art as a minor,”
“Do you have a picture? I’d like to at least know what I’m working with here,”
Mina pulls her cell out, just as Irene sits up, looking over your shoulder with a sly grin, “Looks like he heard you. He’s walking over there,”
What you expect to see, you aren’t quite sure. In your mind you’d pictured someone a little more...rough around the edges. Jeon Jeongguk is rough, definitely, but he seems to have a strange, delicate aura about him. From what you can make out as he walks across the back towards the library, he has long, dark hair - gathered up in a rushed pony that springs out the back of his head. He keeps his head down as he walks, clad in oversized sweats and a matching sweater, large backpack over one shoulder. He doesn’t look at anyone as he passes them, and it’s only when he looks up at the library that you see the white wire of his earphones swing into sight. 
From this distance, you can’t exactly know for sure, but you can already think of a few pointers regarding his style. The blank, unapproachable expression on his face intrigues you, and there’s that nagging sense of challenge within you that wants to get through to him. To do that, you will have to plan an approach. 
“What do you think?” Irene asks, and you turn back to your friends just as Jeongguk disappears into the building, “I did a little digging with some of the students in my class. He’s a loner from what I hear - a virgin. An excellent canvas,” 
With a shrug, you pop a raspberry into your mouth from the bento box sitting in your lap, “Doesn’t seem like too much work,” You grin, firmly confident in your abilities. The desire to prove yourself wins over everything else, and you continue with lunch, mentally planning a way to turn Jeongguk from loner to It boy in six weeks. 
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What you’re doing right now isn’t exactly stalking, more like research. Shades perched on the bridge of your nose, you peek over them to where the Jeon boy is sitting; the target of your bet with Irene. The very same guy who will win you that Porsche. 
It’s a mere twenty-four hours since Irene proposed this bet, and you’ve skipped labs solely to begin your job as soon as possible, paying a girl to take notes for you and cover should your professor ask questions about your absence. No middle aged man can compete against a good menstrual cramp story. During said time, a half hour so far, you’ve learned some small things about Jeon Jeongguk. His hair looks damaged, grown out far too long and unkept for his face shape - a face shape that is, surprisingly, not bad. From this distance anyway. Said hair is currently hanging around his face, like a curtain, shielding him off from the world. He’d stayed like that for some time, and until a familiar student in junior year walked by, you hadn’t thought much of it. 
But then, something peculiar and, quite frankly, hard to watch happened. Jeon Jeongguk, famed loner of Yonsei’s esteemed campus, stood up and attempted to talk to the girl. As you’d lowered your shades, her face came into focus and you recognised her from one of the christmas parties you’d attended. Sana, her name was - very pretty, very shy. Though, from what you witnessed, not shy enough to shut Jeongguk down. 
And now here you are, almost fifteen minutes since the whole embarrassing affair happened, and Jeongguk successfully retreated once Sana left, crouching on the grass in a shady corner by the arts building, scribbling in a notebook. He hasn’t moved an inch since. 
You grin to yourself, going over the miniscule events over the past forty five minutes staring - no, observing Jeongguk, realising this is your in. This is how you’re going to get this guy to agree to the makeover of his college career. Everyone wins; you win your bet, and the chance to retain your impeccable track record, and Jeongguk gets the girl. Nobody will be able to resist Jeon Jeongguk when you’re done with him. As much as you hate to admit it, he’s not totally hopeless.
One thing your friends don’t know is that Jeongguk isn’t all that bad. Minus the overalls, haphazard man-bun and a complete lack of social skills. Okay, so he won’t turn into a stud overnight - so what? Hard work births the best results and at least you have a starting point: the guy’s tall. You know you can make this work.
You have no issues with approaching Jeon, sashaying over the patch of grass between you until you’re all but casting a shadow on his notebook. There’s some faint scratches of black, rushed and wild on the page, though he snatches it away before you can really see what it is, glancing up at you beneath his hand, shielding his hands from the final bursts of winter sunshine. 
He doesn’t respond to your outstretched hand, and upon further inspection, you note the ink staining his knuckles and digits, thinking better of your introduction and letting your hand fall back to your side. 
“I don’t believe we’ve met,” You grin brightly, a smile that has won you many a debate, “Y/N,”
“I know who you are,” Is all he says before he’s looking back down at his notebook, flipping it closed with a finality that indicates he believes your interaction is over. You frown. Jeongguk stands, and you realise how right you were about his height. The guy towers over you, enough so that now the roles are reversed, and you are the one shielding your eyes from the bright sky. 
“You do? I can’t say I’m surprised,” You reply, winning smile fixed back on your lips, your resolve as hard as steel, “I’m head of student government,”
Jeongguk doesn’t reply to that, he just gives you a weary once over and starts walking. Very rude, you can’t help but think. Though you won’t be deterred - you have a bet to win, after all. Your legs carry you across the grass, working a little harder in an effort to catch up with Jeon’s strides. He seems eager to get away from you, and that only makes you more determined to win him over. 
“I would have thought you’d welcome some social interaction,” You huff out, almost out of breath as you shuffle behind Jeongguk, his broad shoulders hunched as he approaches the sidewalk, heading to one of the buildings close to the science block. If your professor sees that you skipped class to talk to some guy, Jeon Jeongguk no less, you will be in danger of damaging your flawless reputation. 
Jeongguk scoffs at your words, though you barely hear it above the sound of your own breathing, and he leaves you no choice but to bring out the big guns earlier than planned.
“I noticed you were talking to my friend, Sana,”
He stops in his tracks, a great sigh heaving from his massive shoulders, and he turns, facing you with a look of trepidation and curiosity. His eyes are impossibly big, like really - you can’t believe someone can have such huge, doe-like eyes. He looks down at you, almost through you, and it has you blinking away for a moment. 
“You...know Sana?” He asks, his voice full to the brim with weariness, and you almost feel sorry for the guy. But, you’re not that nice of a person. 
“I do,” You smile, hiding the fact your lungs ache for you to take a full breath. It’s a lie, but only a little one. You’re the most popular girl on campus, Sana knows who you are. “I noticed you guys talking earlier,”
At this, he blushes, a faint bloom of red in his cheeks that looks so out of place on a face that was almost scowling at you moments prior. He clears his throat, apparently reigning in any outward evidence of his crush, fixing you with a confused frown, “You noticed?”
Fuck. “I was in the area. You don’t own the quad you know,”
You escape his scrutiny, just barely, and he lands another question on you. His hesitation isn’t surprising to you - after all, this morning you didn’t know this guy existed, you can’t blame him for being suspicious about someone suddenly prying into his life. But you’re stubborn, and eager to win. Your competitiveness can get you into the strangest situations if you let it, so when Jeongguk asks why you’re interested in him and Sana (or the absence of him and Sana), you know exactly what to say. 
“Well, I know Sana,” As you have said, despite it being a lie, “and if you wanna get her attention, you’re not gonna do it looking the way you do,”
His frown is back again, and he almost resembles a kicked puppy. 
“The template is fine. Basically, you just need some new clothes, a hair change. I can help - I like seeing my friends happy, and you don’t seem like an axe murderer or anything,” You flash him your winning smile again, and this time, it seems to be well-received, “Let me help. I’m acing all my classes, please give me something to do. I’m bored,”
He shoots you a look of mild bewilderment before he considers your proposal, still hesitant. Though, he glances behind you, eyes lighting up and you follow his line of sight towards where the girl in question stands, sitting with her friends. Sana is completely unaware of the way Jeongguk stares after her like a hungry mouse, innocence playing across his features, and you wonder if he’s as pure deep down in his soul as Irene implied. There’s a softness to him that continues to intrigue you the longer you stand here, watching him pine after his crush, and you’re only awoken from your inner thoughts when Jeongguk’s eyes meet yours, a little too wide having found you already watching him. 
“Okay,” He says, eyes once more finding Sana in the background, “I’ll let you help me,”
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tiniedemon · 11 months
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— ♡
poly creek headcanons
craig tucker & tweek tweak
— ♡
sfw
— at first they were happy with each other and only each other
— they didn’t really feel any blank spaces in their relationship
— then they befriended you
— you were like a ray of sunshine for them
— it was like they found the missing puzzle piece they didn’t realize wasn’t there
— it took a while, but craig finally came to tweak about it
— he was really upset for liking you the way he did
— tweek was just as upset with himself
— “tweek, honey, i’m so sorry. i think i’m falling for y/n.” “i think i might be too. it’s t-too much pressure! i can’t take it! it’s stressing me out.”
— now that they were on the same page, they needed to bring it to you
— said conversation went something like this:
“y/n, we need to talk to you about something,” craig finally said as he seated himself next to you. his arm was rested on the arm of the couch, his legs relaxed and parted to the sides. tweek was fidgeting on your other side, head down and legs pressed together, knee bouncing. you were calm, a kind smile on your face as you rested your hand on tweek’s knee for comfort.
“yeah, of course. what’s up guys?” you inquired, your other hand rubbing craig’s shoulder. based on the slight twitch of his eye and the twist of his lips, you could tell the nonchalant man was stressed.
“h-how do you feel about us?” tweek rushed out, stumbling over his words. his face was red, eyes and nose twitching, lips restless against one another.
“if i’m being completely honest, i have quite the crush on the both of you. i’m willing to push it down and ignore it if you’d both be more comfortable with that,” you responded, withdrawing your hands to your lap. it felt a little weird to be caressing them after you’d just confessed your feelings. tweek apparently had other thoughts, as he gripped one of your hands in both of his and brought it to his lap to fidget with. his vocal tics calmed down with the action, and you smiled at him.
“we recently realized that we do too. we’ve talked about it and we want to invite you into our relationship, if you’d like,” craig drawled, the slightest hint of a smile on his straight face. you nodded slowly, mulling it over, before offering a bright smile to both of them separately.
“i’d love to, actually.”
— the relationship dynamics were surprisingly easy to figure out
— the three of you were already pretty much a throuple, just without the label and all the physical affection
— craig is a little more standoffish with physical affection, and tweek’s love language is physical touch
— craig’s is more acts of service, but he doesn’t like making a big deal out of the little things
— craig loves cooking breakfast for you and tweek
— tweek loves getting to sleep in and cuddle with you
— craig will leave you both cute notes and reminders on the mirrors and windows
— but would rather convince tweek someone broke in and left them than own up to doing it himself
— naturally you have to comfort tweek because he’s flipping out about a break in
— the three of you don’t enjoy public dates or outings
— craig has sensory overloads after a few minutes and tweek’s anxiety is too bad
— usually your dates consist of watching a movie that the boys fall asleep in the middle of
— so you clean up the snack mess and tuck them in for a nice nap
— usually you end up driving and the boys rotate between passenger and backseat
— but tweek always gets aux because his music taste is the only one all three of you can agree on
— tweek is anxious, craig is stoic, and you’re compassionate
— perfect throuple amen
nsfw
— even before you entered that step of the relationship with the two of them it was obvious craig had a size kink
— he had an obsession with comparing his hand sizes to yours
— also comments on how much smaller than him you are
— tweek is a soft dom
— he loves nurturing you
— craig is a harder dom
— he loves ruining you
— so while tweek is taking care of you and being gentle craig is turning you into a mess
— they love tagteaming you
— craig loves watching the bulge in your stomach every time tweek thrusts into
you
— but he’s also got his hand between your legs playing with you the entire time
— i imagine tweek is a slut for anal
— he’s dying to try double penetration on you
— craig is so down but something about anal throws him off so he’d always take the front door
— but that’s fine because the back door is good for tweek
— only if you’re comfortable with it of course
— craig is in love with three way kisses
— he also loves it when the two of you go down on tweek together
— he loves turning both of you into whining, whimpering messes
— tweek couldn’t find the clit at first
— but craig showed him and it was like he just knew what to do with it immediately
— craig and tweek are an evil duo when it comes to you
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bbyseok · 1 year
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🎥 movie night 01
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
cw: ua students setting, gender neutral reader, established relationship, swearing n cuddling !!
a/n: um so,, i really genuinely wasn’t expecting my latest bakugou fic (hold this for me) to get that much attention but tysm really 🥺🥺 i appreciate all of you !!! but enjoy this short lil thing.. maybe this can be a series ??
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kaminari has a brilliant idea. and like the genius he is, he commits to it. he manages to wrap everyone of class 1-a into a movie night in the commons room.
obviously during the weekend—aizawa would have all of your heads if it were a school night—and everyone agrees to it, even the introverts of the class. even your boyfriend, bakugou katsuki.
though, you’re sure it has to do with something with you, since you’re going too ‘n all.
“c’mon, dumbass, we’re gonna be late! what’re you so slow for?” katsuki’s voice calls from down the hallway. he had texted you that he’d wait for you in your dorm hall. for someone who supposedly hates interacting with the others, he sure seems eager.
you peek around your door and sigh dreamily to yourself—he’s dressed casually in those black sweats with his hands in his pockets and that stupid overused black aji fry shirt, but he looks good. unbelievable really, how he has to do so little to look good.
“hey! are you even listenin’ t’me?” bakugou then snaps, shifting on his feet impatiently. “quit yer starin’ already!”
you step out of your room entirely with a fond roll of your eyes before closing your door, laughing a bit. “i’m coming, kats, don’t worry.”
when you reach him, he grumbles, “took you long enough. damn idiot. how the hell do you make it to class on time?”
you smile sweetly at him. “you’re my alarm, silly.”
at the start of your day, he texts you. no, not one of those sweet good morning texts. rather, texts that consist of get up dumbass and see you at class idiot that are endearing all the same because it’s bakugou katsuki.
(you won’t comment on it so he doesn’t feel too embarrassed but it’s cute that the first thing he does when he wakes up is text you. what’s even more endearing is that he did it before you two were even dating.)
he scoffs but doesn’t hesitate to take one of your hands in his to lead you to the elevator. “whatever,” he brushes it off, “what would you do without me then, ah?”
you squeeze his hand as you guys both enter the elevator, using your free one to press the right button for the ground floor. “miss class, i guess,” you snicker.
he flicks your forehead fondly with his other hand before tugging you closer. you playfully glare at him before pursing your lips in sudden thought. “wonder what movie we’re watching. bet the others already picked.”
a groan leaves bakugou. “if it’s one of those lame ass comedy movies or some kind of cheesy romance one, we’re going back upstairs!” he declares.
you laugh and simply pat his arm as the elevator doors open and you step outside together. “promise we can at least watch half of it?”
“tch.” he juts his chin up. “fine,” he then huffs out, pairing it with a halfhearted shrug of his shoulders.
by the time the two of you make it to the common area, the dekusquad, bakugou’s friends, and some of the others have already settled in.
“oh, blasty!” kirishima calls your boyfriend over with his usual grin, and then he waves to you too. “glad you two could make it!”
“yeah, yeah,” katsuki huffs in dismissal. you both approach your classmates, some of them greeting you.
now, the two couches of the common area aren’t all that small. but your shark-toothed friend is propped up on one of them with denki next to him as he toys with the remote and snickers alongside sero.
mina is on the other one, where she huddles with uraraka. tsu and most of the girls are with them obviously. some of the others had grabbed some blankets to make home to the floor.
but there’s one remaining free spot next to kiri, just on the edge where the two couches meet and-
katsuki snarls and lunges for it the same time you do but you’re just a little quicker than him. but then his fingers are grasping your arm and he’s suddenly yanking you back.
you falter and nearly fall over on your ass. “katsuki!” you whine, regaining your footing as he scores the seat next to kirishima. he then grins at you, all smug. “hah! i told ya you were slow, dumbass!” he taunts.
you saunter to stand in front of him. “you cheated! that’s my spot!” kirishima can’t help but laugh but he lightly nudges bakugou’s shoulder, saying, “yeah, that wasn’t very manly, bro.” you nod in agreement with a pout.
katsuki gets comfy in his seat, rolling his eyes. “tch, stop your pouting. c’mere, this is your spot.” before you can say anything, he leans forward and tugs you down right into his lap.
you let out a noise of surprise, heat rushing to your cheeks as your hands land on his chest and you’re practically straddling him. a whispered “so manly” escapes from kirishima expectantly and the girls on the other couch squeal. (a quick glare from bakugou sent over your shoulder shuts them up quickly.)
you blink. “o-oh. oh.”
he scoffs and his arms wrap around you so you can get adjusted on his thighs. “yeah,” he grumbles, “now move a bit- can’t see the fucking screen.”
you shift on your.. seat so you can both actually watch the movie as someone flicks the lights off. katsuki isn’t keen on pda so this certainly is.. surprising. (but you don’t mind at all.)
as the movie starts to play out, you feel him rub and squeeze your arm gently on the spot where he had yanked you. you hum softly, pressing a quick kiss to his jawline.
a little satisfied huff leaves him and he only nestles you closer, arms wrapped securely around your middle. and eventually, some time during the movie, you fall asleep in katsuki’s lap, cheek smooshed against his chest and fingers curled into his shirt. you look like the image of comfort in his arms.
katsuki figures that if this happens every movie night, then yeah, he wouldn’t really mind going to them in the future.
(he ends up watching more than half of the movie in the end, but anything to keep you in his arms for a while longer.)
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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Can I ask for secret relationship headcanons with Peter? With maybe some yearning and angst thrown in?
Ah, why you gotta make me hurt the little cinnamon roll? Kidding, I love hurting my faves.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Tags: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, secret relationship, yearning, desperate kisses, hickies, everyone knows Peter is Spider-Man
A/N: Time to bring the hurt to Peter. And then comfort.
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Secret boyfriend!Peter who calls you before and after every mission to let you know he's okay even if you're watching the news. You always feel better after hearing his voice, especially when he's feeling to tired and beat up to actually visit you right away.
Secret boyfriend!Peter who cuddles with you every single day. When he crawls into your room through the window he walks up behind you and lifts you up, twirling you around and rapidly kissing your neck, making you laugh at how cheesy he can be sometimes. Okay, almost all the time, but it's cute on him.
Secret boyfriend!Peter who has to see you come to events with friends but can't approach you when he's Spider-Man. He can't be at two places at ones and has found himself almost slipping more then once, looking for you in the crowd, posing with you for photos, being teasing and playful while not trying to give your relationship away. He's been relationships that didn't work out because of his superhero identity so he has more then a few fears to work out.
Secret boyfriend!Peter who hides his injuries from you when he visits. There are things that go in a fight that you don't see, and quite frankly he doesn't want you to. His healing factor will take care of most of it by morning anyways. He'd much rather spend his free time with you rather then in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s hospital wing.
Secret boyfriend!Peter who buys you flowers and visits you wearing a suit on top of his Spider-Man suit because he didn't have time to change. Its time for your date. He can't take you anywhere fancy but he has a picnic set up on the rooftop which is in his mind much more romantic then movies then a restaurant.
Secret boyfriend!Peter who is very careful not to slip up when he's a superhero and call you by your name. Some of his friends know that he's dating you but can't let many people find out in fear of something happening to you, at the same time he can't stop loving you either.
Secret boyfriend!Peter who turns off his comms when he's with you. He knows that you could get interrupted at any moment due to Fury calling him for training or reports. He hasn't missed any missions, those calls go through no matter what, and thank god for that because he's gotten so wrapped up in kissing you that he would have missed it otherwise.
Secret boyfriend!Peter who hates that he have the best of both worlds with you. He wants everyone to know how much he loves you but as things are, with his identity being known still he just can't take any risks. Although he'd very much like to walk around with your lipstick on his neck he needs to have any and all marks where no one will see them. Its romantic in a way, something just for you to see.
Secret boyfriend!Peter who never hesitates to kiss you senseless when you're cuddling on the couch. Leaves you breathless and panting as his hands make his way under your shirt to get some skin to skin contact with you.
Secret boyfriend!Peter who can't stay over often but he still has a few items of clothing in your home. There are times when he sneaks in just wearing his superhero outfit so he almost melted when you welcomed him with fresh, clean clothes for him to change into and spend the rest of the night together.
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My Impossible Neurodivergent Wishlist:
A day to not talk and not feel bad about it ... just touch and gesutres. I'm not sure how long I would be able to go, but it might be nice to not have to make conversation. Sometimes speaking coherently without lashing out is hard when I'm upset
In the same vein, a day to not have to make facial expressions or make my voice all happy and cheerful when I socialize. This is a huge one for me. 95% of my masking is in my voice and my face. It's my real personality when I'm excited and engaged, but I keep it 'on' when I'm not, and it's draining
A pair of noise canceling headphones like my best friend has. She put them on me once and played a pretty song and I felt like crying
The ability/courage to dance and flap in front of people when I'm happy. I'm getting better about it, but I'm only doing it a little bit rn and I'd like to be more open. My fiance lets me do it so that's been nice
To use the accommodations provided for me without guilt or nervousness (I only got them a little while ago and haven't used them yet)
To spend time uninterrupted in the toy section and pick one out. Or the art section. Or the candle section
To have an outfit that is both cute and comfortable, since clothes are the thing that overstimulates me the most lately ... especially in the winter because I have to wear layers
To carry my plushies to all my classes
Chewlery. Idk if I'll like it but I've always wanted one and I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get one
To watch my favorite movies again instead of being asked to pick new ones
To make friends with someone who would rather color or bake or crochet together while we talk instead of doing a boring coffee date
To look in the mirror and see my face, lips, chest, hands, and back free of open wounds
To be able to pray and read my Bible without getting distracted every 10 seconds
To have a day (read: week) where I just do all the stuff I've saved on my Pinterest or YouTube or bookmarks or Tumblr or ...
To cut all my hair off and dye it rainbow, and dress in wild, heavily themed styles
To vocal stim in ways that aren't just singing
To go back in time and tell my little self to start doing all of this
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milaisreading · 9 months
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Celebratory date
Pairing: Karasu Tabito x manager!(Y/n)
Warnings: none really. Reader uses she/her. Requests are open
⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️
"I like you! Let's go on a date!"
After that was uttered, there was a short silence between (Y/n) and Karasu. The girl's eyes widened at his confession,thinking that maybe adrenaline after the game made him say that, she tried to laugh it off.
"Funny! But don't joke about such things, Karasu-"
"I am not joking. I mean it. I wanted to say this long before this game against U-20 was announced. I just kept putting it off because... I was a coward." Karasu admitted nervously and looked back at (Y/n) with a red face. The girl took a moment for his words to sink and then thought over the whole idea. They will both be free for the next 2 weeks or so, and it's not like she had much to do during her stay home. Aside from helping her dad around and maybe meeting some old friends, that was it.
'Besides, he is cute...' Her eyes widened at her own thoughts and she nodded her head slowly.
"Sure...  sounds like a great idea!" (Y/n) answered, laughing a little as Karasu started cheering himself on.
Adjusting her scarf, (Y/n) made her way to the café Karasu said they would meet up. It was a rather cold day and there weren't many people outside, much to (Y/n)'s relief.
'I really hate crowds.' She thought with a frown. The grumpy expression soon after turned into a happy one as she noticed Karasu outside the café, playing something on his phone. Picking up her pace, she made her way towards the black-purplish haired boy.
"Karasu! Did you wait for too long?! Sorry, the bus was late!" The boy looked up from his phone and grinned as (Y/n) stopped in front of him, shaking his head in the process.
"No problem, I just arrived here too. You look pretty cute today~" Karasu smirked as he saw the girl become flustered as well as started stuttering a little.
"Th-thanks! You look great too." (Y/n) added in, a little embarrassed as Karasu raised his eyebrow.
"Did you grow taller? I know we didn't see each other in days, but..." Karasu said, as he patted the girl's head.
"No! I put on these heels I bought before leaving for Blue Lock. I never really wore them, so it's a little off for me to wear them." (Y/n) explained, pointing at the said items. Karasu nodded his head, giving a few compliments how cute they looked and how they fit her.
"I didn't know you liked romcoms, Karasu." (Y/n) commented as the boy handed her the tickets, shrugging his shoulders right after.
"They are not my piece of cake, but a romcom from time to time is a nice change. Besides, you told me about this movie weeks ago." Karasu said, eyeing the girl as they stood in line for the food. (Y/n) blinked a few times before looking at him in confusion.
"I did?"
"Yeah, when we were having lunch. You said how your favorite actress is the female lead and how you hope to see it without someone spoiling it." (Y/n) pouted as she tried to remember when she said it.
'It does sound like something I would say...' Karasu's face turned red at the sight, and he held back a squeal from how cute she looked.
'So adorable! I wish I could take a picture of her like this!'
"Oh!"
"What?" Karasu asked, worriedly looking at her as he brushed his previous thoughts off.
"I just remembered that day... you really thought of what I said for so long?" (Y/n) asked in surprise, growing a little shy at how attentive he was to that minor part of their conversation.
"Of course. I memorize things about the people I hold dear." Karasu said nonchalantly, causing (Y/n) to grow more and more flustered as his words hit her.
'Karasu...' (Y/n) thought as they went to order their snacks. Karasu kept his cool, but inside he was just a mess over his own words.
'Why did I say it like that?!'
Karasu had seen a few things in his life that made him stop in his tracks, weather they were good or bad was up for debate, but the sight he had in front of him right now takes the cake. He expected (Y/n) to be happy to see the movie, it was a generic one, but still something that made her happy. Karasu was holding back a few yawns, not wanting to get her attention like that, and then turned his attention to (Y/n). And the sight of her big smile and eyes excitedly glued on the big screen made him stop breathing for a moment.
'Adorable!' The blue-eyed boy thought as he blushed and kept his eyes glued on her. The movie was boring, but it made (Y/n) happy, so that alone made the trip worth it for him.
After the movie was over, the two decided to got to a local fast food restaurant and eat some lunch. (Y/n) decided to use this as an opportunity to talk about the movie as Karasu would nod along to what she said. He was either zoning out or sending (Y/n) looks while the movie played, so there wasn't much he could add.
"That was so adorable! Did you see how cute the reunion was?!" (Y/n) giggled as she ate her hamburger, Karasu nodding along as he sipped his drink.
"Yeah, their acting was pretty good. Made me believe their emotions were real for a moment." Karasu said, remembering the moment the male and female lead cried over something. (Y/n) nodded along with a big smile.
"The male lead kinda reminded me of Masaru." Karasu added in.
"Who is that?"
"Oh! It'd just a character from a manga I have been reading."
"What's it called? I want to see the character now that you mentioned the similarities." Karasu noted her genuine curiosity and he put his drink down, slowly starting to explain the manga and the character. Soon after he started speaking more and more, excited that someone was willing to listen to his interests, (Y/n)'s questions were just an added bonus to his excitement.
"Is everything alright?" Karasu stopped in his tracks and turned to look back at (Y/n), who was standing a few feet behind him, frowning as she looked at her feet. The duo were making their way to the mall, deciding a walk after all the food was good, but sadly had to stop rather abruptly.
"I am fine, I just need to stop for a moment..." (Y/n) explained sheepishly as Karasu raised his eyebrow.
"Huh? Are you alright?" He asked, walking closer to her.
"Yeah... it's just that I didn't wear heels for a while... and new ones are always pain." (Y/n) said, pointing at the items as Karasu looked down at them, slowly nodding his head when he realized what she meant.
"Alright then." Karasu said as he kneeled down on the ground, startling (Y/n).
"Get on. I will carry you there." He explained nonchalantly while pointing at his back.
"What?! I can't do that!" She said, flustered by the idea.
"Why not?" Karasu asked, causing (Y/n) to look at him in disbelief.
"People will stare and I might be heavy for you-"
"1) I don't care about the people, I care about your comfort. And 2) you won't be heavy. Now hop on~" Karasu said, leaving (Y/n) to think it over for the moment.
"Alright..." She slowly nodded her head and got onto his back.
"Let's go then." Karasu laughed as (Y/n) tightened her hold around his neck.
The days following after the date (Y/n) couldn't stop thinking about the day, her heart racing whenever she thought over everything Karasu did for her. So as a sign of her gratefulness, she searched for a present she could give him. And after days and days of searching, she found the perfect item, just in time before they had to leave for Blue Lock, too.
"What's that?" Otoya raised his eyebrow as him, Niko and Yukimiya watched the boy excitedly look at some package as he was opening it.
"Just a figurine from a manga I have been reading. (Y/n) got it for me."
"(Y/n)? How would she know what you read?" Niko asked skeptically, not believing the girl bought Karasu a present.
"I told her that when we're were on a date." Karasu shrugged his shoulders, smirking as the trio's faces turned red.
"You what?! That's not fair, Karasu!"
"Yeah man, you can't just betray me like that. You know I like (Y/n)."
"You snooz, you lose." Karasu stuck his tongue out and looked back at the figurine, over the moon that she took the time to look for it.
'My cute angel~'
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Hello everyone! Answering a request made by an anon today:“And then I thought about this other scenario where reader and Ben had done a movie together and they are dating and now they are doing the press tour and they are doing the vanity fair lie detector interview. (you know what i’m talking about?) I remember Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton did this years ago while promoting Stranger Things and they were super cute. I just love fics about doing these kind of interviews, like the wired autocomplete interview, for example. (I sometimes imagine myself doing it, pretending I’m famous🙈 but if you ask me about that I’d deny it) + they try to play it cool and hide that they are madly in love and act as if they weren’t a couple but the whole game outs them completely and it’s hilarious and they laugh like mad about it Anyways, that’s it and I hope I’m not bothering💗”
Thank you so much for your request, anon! I hope that you like what I’ve written for you!
I hope you all like this adorable fic! Tell me what you think about it!
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Pairing : Ben Barnes x reader
Warnings: Fluff. Tooth-rotting fluff. So adorable you might actually melt.
Summary: You and Ben answer the lie detector interview to promote the new season of SaB, where you have worked together. But the interview reveals a lot more about your relationship with Ben than what was intended to begin with.
Word Count: 2869
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You thought this would be fun, but Vanity Fair really does take this thing seriously.
The room you’ve walked into with Ben has something a little intimidating about it. Low lights, a simple table set in the middle of the room, a couple of chairs that face each other, and of course, a man setting up a lie detector in a corner. The journalist gives the two of you a warm smile and asks you who wants to start. She’s holding some papers, on which you have no doubt you’ll find a list of questions for both Ben and you.
Speaking of Ben, he turns to you then, his gaze questioning and the ghost of a warm smile on his lips.
He looks ridiculously handsome today, with a white t-shirt, some dark jeans and a brown oversized cardigan… But then again, you did help him choose his outfit for the interview this morning. You’re the only one to blame for your own suffering. The fact that he’s let his hair grow a little more these days, the curls starting to roll at the nape of his neck, doesn’t help at all.
“Do you want to start asking the questions or answering, Y/N?”
It’s weird to hear him say your name. You love it, of course, how it rolls on his tongue, deep voice filled with warmth as it leans on the syllables in a heavy British accent that you adore. Still, it feels strange because after dating him for so long, living with him… you’re used to answer only to love, darling, gorgeous, beautiful…
But then again, you remember Ben’s words from this very morning, while he was tying his shoes in the hallway, looking up at you while kneeling on the ground.
Today, we’re colleagues! No lovey-dovey reactions! We need to remain professional!
You smile. Professional. Of course, you’re an actress, you can do that.
“I’d rather start answering. Plug me in!”
Ben can’t refrain a chuckle at that, and you sit down, waiting for the wires to be tied around your body and for the camera to roll.
You’re more nervous than usual. It’s intimidating, to be surrounded with strangers, in a tiny room dimly lit, with wires connecting you to a lie detector. You won’t be able to lie to get out of a weird question. You feel a little safer though as Ben sits down on the other side of the table, picking up a sheet of paper and scanning questions with a focused frown on his brow. He looks warm and cozy, yet elegant. You’re not sure how he does it, but he does. You have to refrain your sudden urge to stand up and snuggle into his chest, arms around his torso to let him wrap his cardigan around you. He loves to do that, to wrap you around his coat and pullover to keep you warm. It gives him a good excuse to hold you close…
The interviewer gives Ben a thumbs up, and so he clears his throat to start the interview.
When he looks up at you, your nervousness is obvious, and his polite smile grows soothing, reassuring.
“You’re alright over there, Y/N? Comfy with all these wires?”
“It’s incredibly relaxing. I don’t feel at all like I’m about to be thrown in jail.”
He chuckles, shaking his head.
“The only threat is you revealing that you secretly hate me.”
“Oh shoot… I wanted to hide that.”
You both laugh, and you feel yourself relax a little. You focus on Ben, and all seems better again.
“Alright, I have a few general questions I need to ask for the lie detector to work. So don’t lie just yet,” he adds with a wink, making your heart skip a beat.
Damn, you’ve been together for a while now, yet, he still makes you feel like a lovesick fool every single time…
“Is your name Y/N Y/L/N?”
“It is,” you nod.
“You played a character in Shadow and Bone, correct?”
“I did, yes.”
“Are you ready to take the lie detector test?”
“Not really. I’m a little nervous.”
You chuckle, but you keep fiddling with your sleeve nonetheless.
You’re surprised when Ben reaches across the table to give your hand a reassuring squeeze.
“You look terrified,” he teases you.
“It’s intimidating! I can’t lie!”
“You never lie anyway, you hate it.”
“Sometimes I do lie.”
Ben suddenly wears an outrage face.
“Even to me?”
“Especially to you. You’re insufferable.”
He dramatically gasps, and you both laugh. You feel yourself relax a little more as Ben leans back in his chair, giving your hand one last squeeze before leaving your fingers.
You need to focus on him. It’s merely an interview, why are you so nervous in the first place?
The man on your right, who is looking at the results from the detector, tells you that the machine works perfectly. Ben can start asking you real questions now.
“Alright!” he gives a happy wiggle, clearly enjoying himself as he rubs his hands together. “Which of these are the most embarrassing…”
“Hey! Be nice! I’ll ask you questions too, after that! If you’re mean, I’ll choose the worst questions too!”
“It might be worth it.”
But he takes a couple more seconds to pick a question from the list, and you reckon he’s being kind. It’s nothing too embarrassing. Just a couple of general questions about your childhood, nothing to worry about.
You’re more relaxed now, and he notices it. Good, he can tease you a bit more then.
“You joined the cast of Shadow and Bone during the second season. Did you get along with your co-workers?”
“Yes, everyone was nice. I had a lot of fun.”
“Have you ever dreamt about the Grishaverse?”
“Yes. While we were filming, sometimes I’d dream about some scenes. And now as well, a little bit. Because we’re talking about it a lot in interviews and such.”
Ben nods at your answer, a dreamy smile on his lips as he takes you in. You look so beautiful today…
But he shakes himself out of his thoughts. He was the one claiming that the two of you ought to remain professional during this interview. He can’t catch himself thinking about kissing you like this…
He scans the list of questions again, more to distract himself from his urge to reach out and hold your hand and kiss your knuckles than anything else. But he explodes with laughter as he finds the perfect question.
He reckons you’re relaxed enough now for him to tease you a bit.
“Oh dear… what have you found now?” you ask, your voice cautious but an amused giggle bubbling on your tongue too.
He clears his throat, shakes the piece of paper with a flourish, his grin full of mischief.
“You have recently commented on the season finale. And especially, Patrick’s Gibson transformation…”
“Hmm…” you slowly nodded, waiting expectantly.
“You have pointed out that his appearance was… distracting.”
You both laughed at the phrasing.
“Yeah, I was a bit more direct than that, but that’s true.”
“Out of your castmates, which one do you think is the best-looking?”
You shake your head, feeling heat spread across your skin as you bury your face in your hands in embarrassment.
The little shit… He knows the answer is him. Of course it is, he’s the man you live with, the man you love, the man you join in bed every night.
You can read in his amused gaze that he’s waiting for your answer, that he’s waiting for you to say his name.
You won’t give it to him that easily. Lie detector be damn. He’s fishing for compliments and you won’t yield.
“Well… I can’t lie.”
“You can’t,” he shakes his head, struggling to hide a grin.
“Then… I have to be honest…”
“You do.”
“I think the most beautiful person of the cast is…”
He loves it… the way you’re struggling to keep a straight face, the way you look a little embarrassed and are fleeing his gaze… he loves it. You’re adorable like this.
But then you look up at him all of a sudden, and you’re the one grinning with mischief.
“… Lewis.”
His mouth falls open in shock, and you can’t refrain your laughter as you see him clenching his jaw.
That backfired alright…
He nods slowly, tapping the paper against the table.
“Fair enough,” he concedes. “Can’t compete with this guy.”
You’re still laughing, and think you’ve gotten away with it, when the man next to you frowns at the readings of the lie detector, and he lets out his conclusion in a cold voice.
“That was a lie.”
You and Ben exchange a glance, before both of you would explode with laughter.
“You’re so cruel!” Ben waves a finger at you.
“I tried! I tried! But then again, you were being mean with that question.”
“Mean? Me?”
“Obviously.”
“You still haven’t answered.”
“You know the answer.”
And you think that he’s going to drop it, because going on would reveal too much of your relationship, but he doesn’t back down. Instead, he leans a little over the table, tilting his head, a devilishly charming smile on his lips.
“Well, it’s still a nice thing to hear. Especially from such a beautiful woman.”
You’re quite taken aback at the obvious flirt in his tone. Not that it’s anything unusual between the two of you, but during an interview?
You bite on your lower lip as you smile, trying to hold back a cheeky remark, without a doubt; and he can’t control the way his heart swells with fondness and love at the sight.
God, he loves you so damn much…
And he knows he’s taking the game a little too far, that he’s fishing for compliments, but he can’t help it. Sometimes, he still struggles believing that you really think this of him… but you prove it one more time.
“You. I think you’re the most attractive member of the cast.”
The grin that’s plastered on his face and his proud, delighted little wiggle are worth your burning cheeks.
He turns to the camera.
“I’ve obviously paid her to say that.”
“He did,” you confirm.
But the lie detector expert chooses this moment to chime in again.
“It was the truth.”
Both you and Ben explode with laughter, just like everyone in the room.
“Well, thank you, Y/N,” Ben grins.
“When is it my turn to ask you questions so I can torture you?”
“Soon.”
“Good…”
“Actually, we’ve just run out of time. It was a pleasure to be here!”
“No! Ben! Absolutely not! I want to ask you shitty questions too!”
“Shitty questions? I’ve literally chosen the best ones. The last one was the only one teasing!”
You mumble something unintelligible under your breath, making him laugh fondly at you again.
“Okay, one last question, cause that’s a nice one,” Ben clears his throat, calming down again. “Do you think working on Shadow and Bone had a positive impact on your life?”
You think again of the first time you had met Ben for the script read-through. The way he smiled that day, all shy and charming. Your long afternoons spent learning your lines together, your evenings spent talking for hours while eating pizza, your sleepless nights as you told him everything about you, your first kiss in an empty street of Budapest…
And to that, you have to add all the friends you’ve made along the way…
You’re grinning as you answer.
“Yes, most definitely, yes. I’ve met amazing people on this project. I’m very lucky to be a part of it.”
You exchange one last smile with Ben, before the interviewer speaks up again.
It’s Ben’s time to answer questions, and you keep teasing him about it, as you browse through the list.
“So… which ones are the most embarrassing…?”
He rolls his eyes as his fingertips are being covered with wires.
“Very funny,” he replies, and with much maturity, sticks out his tongue at you, making you laugh.
But he does look quite uneasy as he sits down, although he’s still much calmer than you were.
“You’re alright?” you ask, your voice soothing now instead of teasing.
“It is quite uncomfortable to be plugged to this thing,” he admits. “It does feel… intimidating.”
“Right! I told you!”
“I swear, ma’am, I know nothing about the secret services.”
You laugh at that, shaking your head at his silly joke.
“Right, let’s begin!” you declare, as the journalist gives you a nod. “Your name is Ben Barnes.”
“It is.”
“You are British.”
“I am.”
“Are you ready to start the lie detector test?”
“I am. Fire away.”
“Confident!” you narrow your eyes at him. “Let’s find a terrible question to bring that cockiness down a notch…”
“Cocky?”
“Ha! Found one!” you ignore his protest. “Do you find an American accent sexier than a British accent?”
He frowns a little.
“No,” he answers truthfully, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips.
“Do you ever wish you could move back to the UK?”
“Yes, I do. My family lives there, and many of my friends too. It’s hard sometimes.”
“Do you prefer British or American snacks?”
“British.”
“Jaffa cakes?” you ask, rolling your eyes.
“Obviously. And these… chocolate biscuits you have with your tea… delicious.”
You go through the list, ask him a few questions about his role, but they are all rather tamed, and by the end of the interview, you’re not satisfied with how much you’ve managed to tease him.
Until your eyes read through the last line.
Ask a question of your choice.
Oh yes…
“Alright, last question,” you say, struggling not to smile.
You’ve got ‘mischief’ written all over your features, and Ben narrows his eyes at you at the sight.
“Oh… I’m in trouble with this one…”
“I’m using the last one.”
“Which one is it?”
You turn the paper around so he can read the line, and he bursts into laughter.
“Oh… that’s bad! What are you going to ask me?”
You put the sheet of paper down, and lean over the table.
“Ben Barnes,” you speak in a low voice.
“Yes?” he answers with a nervous giggle.
“Remember that you cannot lie.”
“I remember.”
“Ben.”
“Yes?”
“Did you eat the last of my chocolate chips cookies yesterday?”
He laughs at that, but you can see him blushing hard.
“Oh… no… I’m in so much trouble now…” he winces.
“Because, yesterday, you denied it!”
“I did.”
“And the truth is…?”
He bites on his lip, but closes his eyes.
He can’t lie anyway because of this bloody machine…
“I ate the cookie,” he confesses.
“I KNEW IT!”
“I was very hungry,” he argues.
“I knew it was you!”
He laughs at that, shaking his head at you.
“If you didn’t eat it, who else could it be, darling?”
Your eyes widen at the pet name, and so do his. He glances over at the camera, blushing more than ever, red spreading over his skin all the way to the top of his ears.
He clears his throat, but his voice sounds deeper now.
“Anyway, I’m the culprit.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you answer.
Damn be the interview. When Ben smiles again, he’s more relaxed, the flush leaving his cheeks.
Damn be the interview…
“I’ll buy you some more tomorrow, I promise.”
“You’d better not forget!”
“I’ll make you forgive me.”
“Cocky, once again…”
But he shoots you a smug grin.
“Confident, that’s all.”
“I’m sure I’ll hear all about your plan to reach forgiveness soon.”
Someone starts to detach all the wires from Ben’s fingers, and you both assume that the camera is turned off and that you can act like your normal selves once more.
“What about flowers, my darling?” Ben asks softly, so as not to be overheard by too many people in the room. Only the technician who is taking care of the lie detector seems to hear him.
“Hmm… that’s a good start.”
“You ate the last of my jaffa cakes last time we came back from London, remember? And my mom had bought them for me!”
“For us, honey. Your mom bought them for us.”
He rolls his eyes at that, before heaving a sigh.
“You’re going to use that to decide what we’ll eat tonight, won’t you?”
You nod, excited all of a sudden, and Ben wishes he could be annoyed, but he fails miserably. Your smile is too bright for that, it gives him butterflies and a stuttering heart and he adores every second of it.
“Very well, then. You can pick whatever you want.”
“Yes!” you wiggle happily, standing up to leave the interview.
Little did you know that the camera was still rolling, the mics still recording. When you watch the interview a couple of weeks later, you both laugh uncontrollably. The comment section is on fire, and you spend the evening with Ben, lying on the couch together, laughing at all the crazy reactions to the interview.
You don’t mind. You don’t mind one bit, and neither does Ben, actually.
Although, you tease him about it for weeks.
“So much for being professional, huh?”
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