#ok quick explanation

[shrugsinchinese]

Some slice of life (as much as demon hunters can be)

Officially calling this AU “Reward Of Mine Adversaries”

OG Demon AU post

[almondpiglet]

moe millennial yaoi

[dralphabet]

I’m back! And I have arrived with a Metal Gear and Wordgirl crossover AU

I just wanted to merge my two of my favorite and VASTLY different interests because it’s funny

[swordmaid]

i dont want to keep posting abt this brienne wip ive been posting but i want to. she looks so cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD.

[deus-ex-mona]

god forbid a woman has hobbies

[loss-protocol]

leighton murray you will always be trans coded to me .........................

[superfluouskeys]

my undergrad had this specific language learning system that involved, in addition to regular classes, going to "drills" at some horrible hour of the morning where usually an upper level student would randomly call on ppl to drill the language. in theory i can see the benefit of this but at the time i was just way too much of a fuck up to benefit from it lol, like it was a miracle if i made it to class AND the drills you feel me.

anyway i think today was the first time i've EVER felt the benefit of half-asleep language practice LOL i did my little green owl exercise while waiting for my coffee and actually felt my brain going oh wait yeah hold on i know this hold on hoooooooolllllllld on ok im here

[vounoura]

I have a semblance of a build going and it's so stupid but it's so fun

[laserbobcat]

Nothing "Canon" for my story, I just started to doodle a kiss and it went places.

OK SO I was like "Hey let's doodle a kiss" so I did:

But then I was like URGH anatomy, so I ended up drawing Leshy's legs in a sitting position. But THEN with the size difference it looks like he was getting head ;_; So I was like NOOO I don't want to redraw it all, quick find an explanation- OK HE'S LIKE BANDAGING HIS WOUNDS or something So I add bandages to make it a "take care of you" scene but the other kind of taking care of you yk yk BUT I PUT THE BANDAGES ON HIS TORSO he don't need to be kneeling like dat for the torso So I'm like OK ADD SOME AROUND HIS WAIST IDK And I ended up tearing his pants for leg wounds, and logically showing ass cheeks and at this point I just gave up cause I was making it worse and worse. And my friends told me "Lol head" anyway.

[saatorus]

— freak like me ୨ৎ

based off of this post

wc — 2.8k

warnings — oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, genuinely just 2.8k words of filth bc i need satoru :3

Sometimes, you truly want to grab your husband by the shoulders and genuinely ask him what the hell is wrong with him.

In a purely cute, loving, wifey way, of course.

You had been lounging at home, listless but not tired, charged up but not in a productive way. The kind of restless where you start wiping already-clean counters just to burn energy. Or reorganizing your skincare drawer for the fourth time that week.

Your body felt hot under the skin, like something in you was coiled up and ready to snap. There was only one explanation for this kind of jittery, razor-sharp awareness running under your skin like a live wire. So, like any other normal person, you opened your period tracking app.

Yup. Ovulating.

Fantastic. That explained the horniness bordering on religious fervor. Everything in your body was screaming breed like it was written in your DNA. So, just like any other wife with the patience of a saint and the self-control of a demigod, you texted your husband Satoru at work.

You 12:47PM

hey u

quick q

Husband (derogatory) 12:48PM

answer is yes unless it’s illegal

You 12:48PM

r u busy or r u like pretend busy like usual

Husband (derogatory) 12:48PM

ur sounding like ur abt to ask me to pick up toilet paper and i hate that tone

what’s up

You 12:49PM

im ovulating

Husband (derogatory) 12:49PM

oh👀

ok. and?

You 12:49PM

so when u get home

ur not gonna get to say hi

or breathe

or take off ur shoes

i’m going to destroy you

like i actually might kill you with my pussy

Husband (derogatory) 12:50PM

😳

bold of u to assume i’d try to survive

You 12:50PM

bold of u to send me nothing spicy of u but be mean to me when u know i’m genuinely suffering and shit like omg

Husband (derogatory) 12:51PM

what do u want me to do??? send u a live feed of my cock at work???

do u want me to be on a list???

You 12:51PM

no but like

a lil thirst trap wouldn’t kill u

show me smth for the spank bank

Husband (derogatory) 12:52PM

u want a pic of my abs rn??

i got time

lemme hit my office for a sec

You 12:52PM

if u send me a pic right now i swear i’ll spontaneously combust

Husband (derogatory) 12:55PM

[1 image attached]

🥰

tell me i’m pretty

You 12:55PM

i hope u know this photo just signed ur death warrant

ur gonna be BURIED in me. like to the point where ur dick is like never getting out of me 

Husband (derogatory) 12:56PM

ok but like

worth it??

do i look hot

scale of 1 to rawdog me in the kitchen while the rice is still cooking

You 12:56PM

absolutely rawdog in the kitchen with zero regard for the rice

ur not even making it to the bedroom. my clit hard at dis 

Husband (derogatory) 12:57PM

god

i’m bricked up in front of principal yaga rn

i hope ur happy

You 12:57PM

good

suffer

consider it foreplay

You stared at the photo again. The audacity of this man to stand there with perfect abs, just barely flexed, pants sitting sinfully low on his hips like he knew the way your brain would short-circuit. The lighting in his office was stupidly flattering—somehow made his skin look so nice and delectable. Not to mention the veins going down to his cock?

You chewed on your lip, pacing the living room like a predator. There was simply no way you were surviving the next few hours. You even considered sending him a photo back—bait for bait, a little tit-for-tat—but decided against it. Let him suffer.

Let the anticipation kill him softly.

When he gets home? You’re not talking. You’re not greeting. You’re not doing anything except dragging him inside and absolutely sucking the soul out of the man you had ended up marrying.

–

It was exactly 6:02PM when you heard the door unlock.

Two minutes late. Not that you were keeping track or anything… except you definitely were, curled up on the couch in a barely-there pair of shorts and one of his old shirts with no bra underneath. Strategic slutty domesticity. A war tactic.

You didn’t even look up right away. Let the tension simmer. Let him walk in and realize what he’s just stepped into.

The door creaked open, followed by the soft jingle of his keys and the unmistakable shuffle of his slides hitting the entryway.

Then:

“I’m home—”

You were already standing in front of him before he could finish the sentence.

The look on his face was criminally satisfied. Like he knew he was walking into the lion’s den and brought himself as the offering. His blindfold was pooled around his neck– it was a habit for him to take it off at home. His white hair was a little tousled from the wind, and he had the audacity to be smiling.

“Hi, babe—”

You didn’t even let him finish his sentence. You fisted your hands in the front of his shirt and yanked him down into a kiss so hot it made your knees buckle. He groaned into your mouth, hands flying to your hips out of instinct.

“Jesus—” he panted against your lips, breath already shaky. “You weren’t joking.”

“I told you I was gonna ruin you,” you muttered, kissing down his jaw, “You think I just say things for fun?”

His laugh was breathless, cocky, but already crumbling. “You do, though.”

You reached between your bodies and palmed him through his pants. “Not today.”

Satoru hissed, bracing one hand against the wall. “Okay, wow. Hi. Hello. I see the demons are home.”

“You started it,” you said sweetly, unzipping his pants like you were opening a present. “Sending me that photo like I’m not clinically insane for you.”

“I was tryna be nice— shit—”

His sentence broke off into a groan as you sank to your knees right there in the hallway. He wasn’t even fully undressed, shirt still on, pants down just enough for you to get what you wanted. And what you wanted?

To suck his soul out like a Capri Sun.

You eagerly took him in your mouth, lips wrapping around him– absolutely no time for teasing– taking him as far as you could the moment he slipped into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of him, at the feeling of his prominent veins on your tongue, and the way that he just sat so hot and heavy in your mouth.

“Baby,” he rasped, one hand threading through your hair, the other gripping the wall so hard you swore it cracked a little. “Not— not even the bedroom?”

You hummed around him in response.

“Fuck—okay, okay—take everything. Take the whole paycheck.”

You didn’t let up—not even when his knees buckled, not when your nose repeatedly kept hitting the smattering of white hair above his base, not when his pink, throbbing tip kept hitting the back of your throat so good that your pussy felt like it was a puddle at this point, not when he was gasping out half-finished apologies to whatever god he believed in, not when he muttered something about filing for short-term disability because of "whatever the fuck this is."

He came so hard you were genuinely concerned for a second that his soul had actually left his body. Filled your throat with him, even. Like a capri sun. Man folded like an origami crane. Sagged against the wall with his shirt all rumpled, hair sticking to his forehead, and the most dazed, fucked-out look you’d ever seen on his stupidly pretty face.

You licked your lips and stood up slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand like a villain in a K-drama. 

Satoru looked up at you like you were the Messiah and the apocalypse all in one.

“You’re insane,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

“You love it.”

“I do,” he breathed. “God, I really do. I’m in love with the devil.”

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him sweetly, gently, like you hadn’t just given him a religious experience with your mouth.

Then you whispered in his ear:

“Round two’s in the kitchen.”

He made a sound that was not human.

By the time he made it to the kitchen—pants back up but barely, shirt half-untucked like he just walked off a battlefield—he looked like he had one brain cell left, and it was begging for mercy.

You, however?

Unbothered. Glowing. A menace in tiny shorts and smug satisfaction.

You leaned against the counter, one leg crossed over the other, nursing a glass of water like you hadn’t just rearranged his internal organs. “I said round two in the kitchen,” you reminded him, sipping slowly. “You moving a little slow there, old man.”

He squinted at you, chest still rising and falling. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“Technically, I warned you.”

“You warned me via text,” he muttered, walking over with the exaggerated drag of a man heading into war. “There’s a difference between texting me you’re gonna ruin me and actually attempting a physical exorcism on my soul through my dick.”

You grinned. “Still had enough energy to come find me, though.”

“That’s because my penis is a traitor and doesn’t believe in self-preservation.”

“Your penis is smart. Your penis is loyal. Your penis knows who feeds it.”

You didn’t wait for a reply. You set the glass down with a click, reached for his collar, and pulled him in. “Bend me over the counter,” you whispered against his lips.

He choked.

Eyes wide. Pupils blown. Brain visibly buffering.

And then: obedience.

“I—yes. Okay. I mean—of course. Obviously.” He practically tossed your glass to the side and spun you around, hands already slipping under your shirt, finding your bare skin like he was made for it. His thumbs hooked underneath the waistband of your shorts, halting when he felt the smooth skin of your hip bones and not the waistband of your panties.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “No panties?”

“I was planning ahead,” you said, bending slightly and bracing your hands against the counter.

“God, I love you so much it actually hurts.” He kissed down the back of your neck, worshipful. “You’re unreal.” He slipped down your shorts, and then his already halfway down pants, aligning his tip with your soaking entrance.

Then he slid into you with a groan so filthy it echoed off the cabinets. You gasped, arching, clenching around him instinctively, and heard him let out a shaky laugh.

“This is a setup,” he whispered, biting your shoulder. “I feel like you’re doing this to steal my powers. Like I’m not gonna be able to use infinity after this.”

You couldn’t even form a reply—your mouth was open, moaning, hands scrabbling for purchase. He wasn’t going slow. Not anymore. Whatever restraint he had left burned off the moment he was inside you. It was fast, deep, messy. The kind of fucking that blurred your vision and made your toes curl.

Satoru’s fingers dug into your hips as he pounded into you, saying all kinds of nonsense against your skin:

“Been thinking about you all goddamn day—” “—knew I was in trouble when you said ovulating—” “—you were serious about the soul thing, huh? gonna baptize me in pussy—”

You half-laughed, half-cried out as he hit a spot that made your legs shake.

He reached around to rub tight, dirty circles on your clit, whispering, “C’mon, baby, let go for me, lemme feel it, wanna feel you lose your mind—fuck, please—”

And you did—with a broken moan and a full-body tremble that had your knees buckling, your body locking up so tight around him that he swore out loud, dropped his forehead to your shoulder, and followed you over the edge with a deep, shaky groan that sounded like it came from the depths.

The kitchen went quiet except for your breathing. The rice cooker beeped once, like it had seen things.

You both just stood there, still connected, sweaty, wrecked, in the soft afterglow of holy sin.

“…do we have any electrolytes?” he asked weakly.

You giggled. “Top shelf. Pedialyte in the purple bottle.”

“You’re a menace,” he said, pulling out slowly with a wince. “I’m not even mad. I’m just scared.”

You turned to face him, cupping his face and giving him the sweetest kiss imaginable. “You’ll live.”

He blinked. “Will I? Are you sure? Like… can I put you on my life insurance as both the cause and beneficiary of death?” Satoru was still recovering—barely holding himself up against the counter, forehead pressed to the cool surface, chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon while holding his breath.

You, on the other hand, were just sitting on the counter next to him sipping water like a perfectly reasonable, not at all deranged wife. Ignore the fact that his cum was steadily drying on your thighs after dripping out once he pulled out.

“So,” you said casually, like you weren’t actively naked in your own kitchen. “You think the rice is done?”

“Baby,” he said, voice hoarse, muffled, like he didn’t trust himself to lift his head. “Please. I don’t even remember my own name.”

You leaned over and patted his ass. “That’s okay. You don’t need a name. You just need to sit up on that counter for me.”

He groaned. “I need food. I need air. I need—what did I even do to deserve this?”

“You sent me a thirst trap.”

“You literally asked me for it,” he whined, straightening up slowly, eyes glassy.

You pushed off the counter—with a slight wobble—and before he could get another sarcastic word out, you moved away from from the counter in the middle of the kitchen, boosting yourself up onto the counter right next to the stove, legs spread, voice sugar-sweet.

“C’mere.”

He blinked. “Oh my god. Are you gonna ride me next to the soy sauce?”

“Would you prefer the spice cabinet?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Spice cabinet.”

—

Somehow, somehow, you ended up on the higher shelf. Not the safe little cozy edge of the island—no. You were straddling him on the counter in the corner by the window, legs draped around his thighs, knee bumping the pepper grinder, and he looked like he was going to have a nervous breakdown about how hot it was.

Satoru kissed you like a man possessed—hands on your thighs, holding you open for him, still too breathless from the last round to be cocky but desperate enough not to care.

“I don’t have anything left,” he whispered into your mouth. “You’ve drained me. I’m just a shell of a man now.”

“Then let me fill you back up,” you said, not even remotely sorry.

“Do you even hear yourself—holy shit—”

You’d sunk down onto him again, slow and deep, pulling a moan out of him so loud it had no business being that pretty. His head dropped to your shoulder as you started riding him, deliberately slow this time, grinding in small, agonizing circles.

“I’m gonna pass out,” he whispered. “You’re gonna have to call Shoko and be like, ‘Hi, I murdered my husband with pussy and now he’s trapped in the rice cooker, can you help me scrape him out?’”

You leaned in close, teeth grazing his ear.  “She’d say ‘finally.’”

His hands flew to your hips, grip bruising, and he started moving with you, fucking up into you like he’d found his second wind in the middle of his own funeral.

The countertop creaked under you. The spice jars rattled. A cinnamon container fell off the shelf at one point and he caught it one-handed without breaking rhythm, then threw it over his shoulder like an anime protagonist mid-battle.

“Why is this the best sex of my life—” he gasped, eyes wild.

“Because I’m ovulating and mad,” you panted, nails digging into his back. “Because you purposely sent me your cum-worthy abs.”

“So my ballsack is being drained because of some muscles on my abdomen?—”

“You don’t get it—”

And then you came together in the middle of the kitchen like two idiots in heat, clinging to each other, half-screaming into each other’s skin like the world was ending. Which, in a way, it was. Your knees were shaking. His hands wouldn’t stop twitching. 

The counter was definitely never going to recover.

And when it was over, when the both of you were breathless and sweaty and completely unhinged, he looked at you—kiss-bitten, flushed, utterly destroyed—and whispered:

“I don’t think I can eat rice ever again.”

being a virgin and ovulating is not for the weak 🙁🙁🙁

[seaborgium-dazies]

I’m sorry for my language but your writing? SO FUCKING GOOD AH-

Anyway sorry for my outburst. If it’s alright I have a request! (It is NSFW)

Can I have Kirishima, Bakugou, Iida and anyone else you wanna put (aged up of course) with a reader who is just super horny

Like no reason whatsoever reader is ALLL OVER THEMMM and when they ask why reader is just like “because you’re hot and pretty and cute and I can’t believe you’re mine” or stuff like that? Anyway it is totally ok if not!

ooh I wanna love that man! mdni

a/n: Thank you anon!!!! That means a lot 🥹!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry this kinda took long to write... The scenarios also derailed a little from the prompt you sent (💔) but I hope u still enjoy!!!! cw: college!au, f!reader, use of "girlfriend" and "boyfriend", making out, dry humping, pet names (baby)

now playing: that man - caro emerald <3 🌊: Deku, bakugo, kirishima, iida

deku:

The softness of dekus bed gave you comfort after what seemed like a neverending day of classes. And yet you were feeling more pent up than ever.

You were sitting pretty, your nipples perking through the fabric of your dangerously low cut shirt. But you really couldn't help yourself anymore.

Deku was enamoured by his notes when you decided to take the reigns. You scooted closer, feeling the heat radiating off of him. You pressed a quick peck against his shoulder, snuggling into his side.

At first deku just smiled without paying much attention. But the bolder you got the harder it was to ignore.

And when you whispered into his ear,

"Do you know what's crazy?"

"Hm?"

Kirishima:

"That I have the hottest, most sexy boyfriend ever."

dekus eyes widened and he turned to look at you. With every passing word the redness on his face intensified. Before he could respond you continued,

"Yes you heard me! You're so sweet and adorable and honestly so stunning"

Dekus brain was already in overdrive from your words but when you kissed his neck and sunk your hands into his hair? Deku.exe crashed.

His mouth was ready to form words but somehow nothing of substance left his lips. You couldn't help but chuckle at the utterly adorable display.

"Seriously I could smooch you for days!"

You pressed a kiss to dekus lips, temporarily melting together. A whine left his pretty lips and you felt like you were ready to combust.

"I can't believe you're mine"

And with those words you emotionally overstimulated deku so much (in a good way of course) that it took him hours to get his heart to stop beating wildly.

You have been watching kirishima work out for more than twenty minutes now. You were deeply focused on the sweat sliding down his defined muscles, all his gasps and groans like music to your ears.

And when kirishima discarded his shirt? You discarded your decorum.

His workout came to an end and he walked over to you, blissfully unaware of your voyeuristic experience just now.

He expected a quick peck to accompany your cheery "hello". The passionate kiss he got instead surprised him.

His lips parted in a shocked "o" and you slid your tongue into his open mouth immediately after.

Your hand found its way to his chest, resting atop of his heart. Kirishima pulled away looking at you as if he was waiting for an explanation.

"Is something the matter?"

You asked him while batting your eyelashes. Kirishima was searching for the right words but ultimately didn't find them

"Your eagerness surprised me...that's all"

"Oh well, it's hard not to be eager when eijiro kirishima is standing before you."

You pressed a few quick kisses to his lips while still feeling his body beneath your palms

"In fact it's IMPOSSIBLE to not be eager when you see such an incredibly hot and stunning person"

"Baby-"

Kirishimas voice cracked as you started pulling him closer, his body pressed against yours now.

A toothy grin spread across his face before he grabbed the hem of your shirt. He waited for your permission before pulling it over your head, peppering kisses along your neck to the valley between your breasts.

He playfully pushed you onto his bed, taking the delicious sight in.

"You're one to talk".

bakugo:

Bakugo was unusually annoyed by your affection today. And even though you knew that he was deep into a uni assignment you just couldn't stop loving on him. But he misunderstood that affection, thinking you just wanted to tease him.

You were peppering kisses onto his neck even after he let out a soft scoff and not soon after, he grabbed you by the shoulders as he vocalized his frustration,

"What's gotten into you? I need to get this done!"

Your sheepish smile made his eyebrow twitch, the look on his face demanding an explanation.

A deep blush painted your cheeks pink as you admitted,

"Nothing... I just happen to think your focused face is cute and seeing you so absorbed in your assignment made me so proud of being your girlfriend...."

Your words flipped a switch in bakugos brain. It's like you deleted all the words floating around and he had no other option but to blush as well.

"What? Are you surprised that I think you're adorable? You can't deal with the fact that you're so beautiful and hot I find it hard to control myself?"

You continued kissing his neck, whispering in-between kisses,

"These veins? And these muscles? ohhh~"

You exhaled shakily into the crook of his neck and a wave of lust tore bakugo from his flustered trance.

"Oh, is that so?"

In the span of a second he flipped you over and pinned you beneath him, pressing open mouthed kissed to your neck.

It didn't take long until he reduced you to an aroused mess, all the coherency zapped from your brain by the movement of his hips against yours.

The way his jeans dragged along the delicate fabric of your panties made your head fall back. And you both knew that you were about to have a very fun time.

Iida:

Lately you've been seeing Iida in his element: coordinating, instructing and sometimes almost commanding. Just the memory of his stern tone made you sigh dreamily and press your thighs together.

The hours of another shared afternoon were passing you by as lustful thoughts clouded your brain. You really couldn't hold back anymore.

You walked over to his chair and plopped down in his lap. Your hands snaked over his torso, feeling his muscles before you decided to nuzzle into his chest.

You scooted up against his groin in the process, leaving Iida dumbfounded - searching for words.

A proud smirk found its way onto your lips since Iida being speechless was a rare occurrence.

"Y-y/n what has gotten into you?"

Without looking up, you asked

"What do you mean?"

"Well... You seem... needy"

Iidas hushed voice made you look up and cock an eyebrow,

"Aren't I allowed to be?"

If Iida face wasn't red already, it sure as hell was when you continued,

"How can't I be all over you when you're this hot? When my perfect boyfriend has these perfect pecs? And biceps and ugh, you're just so perfect I can't-"

You nuzzled into his body again, but something was different. Tense. As if he was holding his breath. Concerned you looked up and asked,

"Are you oka-".

And before you knew it Iida smashed your lips again his. The force of his kiss knocked the breath out of your lungs. Vigorously you kissed him back, moving your aching cunt against his bulge.

The friction made you moan into his mouth. And Iidas flustered state was replaced by something else entirely. His determination and arousal were clear as day when you heard him say,

"Let me take care of you baby".

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[hoonieyun]

sleepover ⊹˚. ♡

a prank where you tell your boyfriend you no longer want to spend the night heeseung 𐐪♡𐑂 jongseong 𐐪♡𐑂 jaeyun 𐐪♡𐑂 sunghoon genre: fluff, romance, drabble warnings: profanity, kissing, suggestive, 18+

hoonieyun notes: ive seen this as a tiktok trend for a while now and i just imagine how they'd react so i had to write it lol not proofread lol

heeseung ⋆˚ʚɞ

"i dont feel like sleeping over anymore..." after those words left your mouth, heeseung was instantly off of his phone and looking at you with his big doe eyes.

"w- what?" he asks, eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to understand if he heard you correctly. "you don't wanna sleep over?? why.." he asks so softly and you couldn't help but feel bad. of course you wanted to sleep over but you just wanted to see how your boyfriend would react.

"i just wanna sleep in my bed." you say, trying not to break character, although it was hard not to when heeseung was looking at you so endearingly with his bottom lip jutting out into a pout.

"bu-but you said you'd spend the weekend with me! we haven't seen each other in so long because we're working so much- what about we spend the night at yours instead if you want to sleep in your own bed?

i can pack my bags really quick, i promise. i'll be super fast- let me go do it right now so we can head out..." heeseung says. it was so cute to see him want to just spend the night with you, sleeping in his arms and having your warmth blend into one another.

heeseung was now getting up to go pack a weekend bag and just before his hands slip away from yours, your tightening your grip around his hands and pulling him back.

"im just kidding, babe. its just a prank on tiktok, of course i'm gonna sleepover." you say with a chuckle and heeseung rolls his eyes with a sigh of relief. his hand flying to his chest to console himself as you laugh at him.

suddenly he gently tackles you onto his bed, both arms wrapping around you into a warm embrace.

"it better just be a joke because no i'm never letting you leave me!" he says, placing several kisses on your cheek.

"good, i wouldn't want to be anywhere but in your arms anyway."

jongseong ⋆˚ʚɞ

"babe, i think im gonna go home soon." you told jay as the two of you sat on his bed. you were scrolling on tiktok when you came across the prank while jay was playing his guitar. the beautiful melody filling his bedroom.

"did you forget something at home?" he asks, fingers still skillfully strumming the guitar as he asks his question. "no, i just wanna go home." you say, trying your best to stay serious so he doesn't notice you're trying to prank him.

suddenly, his strumming stops and the beautiful melodic sound of his guitar is gone- the room filled with awkward air.

"you wanna go home? but i thought you were spending the night?" he says, turning towards you after he's carefully set his guitar on the stand next to him on the floor.

"yeah but- i don't know... i just don't want to anymore." you explain without much explanation and he furrows his eyebrows at you with a pout on his lips.

"did i do something? are you feeling ok? you know you can tell me anything right? am i not paying enough attention to you? sorry, we can watch that movie you wanted to-" jay was now rambling as he tries to wrap his head around why you suddenly want to leave even though you promised you spend the night over at his place. '

"baby, i'm just joking, it's a tiktok prank!" you interrupt him with a laugh; his eyes drop into a narrow gaze and his pout intensifies.

"wow... fine go home then..." he says teasingly, turning around and crossing his arms.

"hey... i was just joking!!" you say, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck; placing a kiss on his cheek.

"you can't resist me... you love me too much." he says with a smile, placing a kiss onto your lips.

"you're right but you're the one who begged me to sleepover sooo..." you tease and he turns to look at you, mouth agape.

"hey!!" he says as your laughter fills his room.

jaeyun ⋆˚ʚɞ

"jake... i'm gonna go home, ok?" you say, getting up from his bed and pretending like you're going home. in an instant, jake's hand is grabbing yours and he's twirling you onto his lap. "you're going where??" he asks, pouting and staring intensely into yours eyes.

"h- home..?" your response wasn't meant to come out as a question but his gaze was so piercing that you couldn't fully focus on the prank that you were trying to pull on your boyfriend.

"what happened to the sleepover? we were supposed to binge a bunch of movies, eat snacks, and play mario kart?? remember that?" he says, trying to remind you why you were there in the first place and although you didn't forget, for the sake of the prank you had to play along.

"yeah... well i don't really wanna do that anymore." you say, looking away from his eyes and onto your lap where you fiddled with your fingers.

"baby, look at me-" jake says, gently grabbing your chin to make your eyes meet again. "did something happen? did i do something?" he asks so lovingly that you couldn't continue pranking him any longer.

"ok, sorry! it was a prank i saw on tiktok, but you're too sweet to prank- i feel bad." you say while your hands gently cup his face as you pepper kisses all over.

"thank god, i thought you were suddenly mad at me." he says, relieved that you weren't leaving and that you weren't upset.

"so you're staying?" he asks and you nod, wrapping your arms around his neck to which jake respond by picking you up bridal style and standing up onto his feet.

"splendid! now we will commence movie night, princess what movie shall we begin with?" he asks and his cute actions make you laugh.

"my prince, might i suggest 50 first dates?" you say, playing along with his sillyness.

"splendid choice my love. onward to the living room!" he says as he carefully runs the two of you to his living room with layla in toe; barking in excitement at the random surge of energy between the two of you.

jake carefully places you onto his couch as you set up the movie while he puts together the snacks.

"i'm glad you weren't actually leaving..." he whispers to you during the movie. "i'd never leave, even if i forgot you like in this movie- i'd find a way to remember and come back to you... always." you respond, placing a kiss onto his lips.

sunghoon ⋆˚ʚɞ

"babe, i'm gonna head out in a bit." you tell sunghoon in such a chill manner that he almost doesn't fully process what you said. he almost just nods and hums in response until his head snaps upwards from his phone and he turns to you with a head tilt.

"wait, where are you going? it's like 2am." he asks and you tell him that you wanted to go home despite telling him prior that you would sleepover because you missed him so much to which he responded with a wide smile and said how much he missed you too.

"home?? what happened to missing me so much you wanted to sleep over? do you not miss me anymore..." he asks, voice low as he tries his best to not show that he was clearly sad you wanted to leave.

"i do miss you... but i also miss my bed." you say and he looks at you like you're crazy.

"your bed... over me?? you're hot and loving boyfriend??" he asks, now he's sitting right next to you, face hovering over yours with both his hands trapping you between them.

"uh- well.." you try to respond but you couldn't muster up any response as you stared at him. he just looked so handsome that you lost your train of thought as broken sentences and stutters left your lips.

"if you miss you bed so much why don't you just move in?" sunghoon suddenly says and this catches you off guard. your eyes widen at his statement and although you've been dating for a little over a year now, neither of you have brought up the idea of moving in together.

"re- really??" your question coming out as a whisper.

sunghoon nods and tells you that it's probably better that way anyways since your job was closer to his place and his rent was more affordable than yours.

"um.. okay!" you say and sunghoon smiles at your response, placing a kiss on your lips. "perfect, i'll help you break your lease tomorrow and we can start planning your move right away!" he says eagerly, pulling out his laptop to start planning out your move.

you're left laying next to him a bit dumbfounded as your prank took an unexpected turn. "y'know this was supposed to be a prank..." you confess and he once again looks at you with a head tilt, "prank?" he asks.

"yeah, i was supposed to act like i didn't want to sleep over anymore to see your reaction..." you explain and he closes his eyes with a chuckle.

"well, good thing you decided to do that because now you're with me forever!" he says teasingly while sticking his tongue out at you. "plus, i've been wanting to ask you to move in for awhile, i just never knew when to do it." sunghoon says in a warm tone and your heart melts at him.

"i'm glad to be moving in, that way i'll never have to leave again." you say while snuggling closer to him so you could both work on planning your move together, wrapping your arms around his bicep while resting your head on his shoulder. a position that you could get used to.

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[timotheechalametsrealgf]

BNHA BOYS REACTING TO YOU PUTING THEM ON YOUR HEAR ME OUT CAKE

feat: K. Bakugou , S. Todoroki , I. Midoriya, N.Monoma , S. Hitoshi

author note!: I haven’t seen this idea being done before so here is my take!

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

Katsuki spends at least 30 minutes on tiktok before going to sleep, so he definitely knows what a “hear me out cake” is.

Initially he laughed when he saw you holding a mini version of a Monoma on a stick “Of course only they would find him attractive” he rolled his eyes as you were explaining your thoughts to a disgusted Mina.

After the pinknets turn, you placed another figure down on the cake. This time it was one of UA top students, Katsuki Bakugou!

At that moment he felt betrayed, bamboozled and might i say offended.

“Why would i be here, i am conveniently attractive!” he shouted at himself. Did you really just assume that him being good looking is a quirky and unique idea!

He immediately called you. The minute you answered, he didn’t even give you time to question the sudden phone call, as he demanded you to take down the video. He then proceeded to yell at you for the next 20 minutes about how “selfish you were for thinking that only you found him attractive, or how he was not a “hear me out”. He then took another 10 minutes explaining how his good looks were a FACT and trying to prove his point by telling you than he benches twice your weight and so on.

At the end of the night you were forced if not HARASSED to take down the tiktok.

SHOTO TODOROKI

Shoto has no idea what a “hear me out cake” is. I doubt he would even have TikTok, so naturally he only found out about the video through Izuku’s fyp. So while the poor boy was scrolling through the app and watching the TikTok you made with Momo, Shoto was watching as well through his friends shoulder. At first he was much disinterested as he couldn’t quite understand why miniatures of his classmates were being placed on a cake by you and Momo.

His interest only piqued when you presented a mini version of him. “what does that mean?” he asked Midoriya who jumped not expected from his friend to have been watching this whole time. The shorter boy tried to explain the concept of “hear me out” but it was to no vail.

Todoroki just assumed that you thought he was ugly. So for the rest of the day he tried to move on, ignoring the sad feeling that shadowed him. His whole life people would praise him for his looks, but the one person whose opinion actually mattered to him…thought he was ugly?

Fortunately Deku was quick with explaining to you the whole situation and you didn’t waist time to confront Shoto.

His sad feelings had automatically vanished when you enlightened him that he wasn’t actually considered a “hear me out” since most people were akin to his looks, you just wanted to point out a different perspective of why you thought of him as attractive, not just because of his facial features.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

Deku was mindlessly scrolling through TikTok when he fell upon a video of you and Ochaco doing the viral “hear me out cake”trend.

The boy was watching the video with much interest, him adding on to your explanations as well. For example when you added Tigress from Kung Fu Panda and you were quick to justify that she had an attractive aura,he also pointed out on her assertiveness.

Non the less, it was safe to say that when his name fell out of your mouth as a picture of him appeared on your hand he was a blushing mess.

Sure he was aware that his shy personality could be an ick for some people, but hearing from you that he was really underrated and that you found him very cute made him malfunction.

For the next few days he couldn’t look at you without blushing. He couldn’t even speak to you without messing up a word or two, but he was more than glad to find out that you were inspired by him. That’s why be wanted to be a hero! To motivate others to try their best, even when the odds are against them.

NEITO MONOMA

Ok let’s be real, Monoma definitely enjoys brain rot and he spends a lot of time on the app. He is always up to date with trends and new slang, so he is definitely aware of what a “hear me out cake is”.

Now, Neito also believes that out of all UA students, he definitely is one of the most attractive, if not THE most!

So rest assured that when he saw you pulling out that miniature version of him and heard you say “im suprised i haven’t seen anyone else point out his looks, he is sooo pretty” he quickly fled to the comments.

He was spamming insults like crazy. Mostly attacking your spacial awareness. “labeling me as a hear me out is crazy”, “get a reality check”, “how could you do this” What offended him more was the audacity to put him on the same cake as Bakugou Katsuki.

To him, it was like you had broken an unspoken rule. So he did what any sane person would do. He made his own version of a “hear me out cake” where he pulled out a bunch of pictures of you,only you.

Kendo who thought they were filming a normal tiktok covered her mouth in astonishment not even bothering to present her picks. “My pick is Y/n because im probably the only person who likes them” he began “another unique pick of mine is Y/n, who only I find attractive” “ and here we have someone new, someone fresh: y/n ladys and gentlemen!, who unfortunately only i recognize the beauty of”

HITOSHI SHINSO

Shinso isn’t really chronically online but i’m sure he has passed by the “hear me out cake” trend. So when he saw you pulling him out of your pocket he quickly understood what you were referring to.

Surprisingly, he was glad to see a person thinking of his quirk as interesting and full of potential. He smiled softly when you said “i could only dream of having a quirk as strong as his”.

It also didn’t go unnoticed by him the way you talked about his looks. How you referred to his eye bags as attractive and his purple hair as astonishingly beautiful. He even allowed himself to chuckle when you noted on his liking of cats, even calling him a “cat dad”.

After the video ended with a few more additions in the cake he found himself searching for your socials and pressing that “message” button.

With a bit of hesitation he texted you something along the lines of “So you like my hair huh?” but it only took him a minute to regret his decision, cringing with himself. He tried to delete the message but you were already typing back.

[rin-may-1103]

Turn Back the Frozen Sands of Time. Pt3.

Previous | Master Post | Next (to be written)

Danny remained silent as he followed his mother down the winding halls. Some of her spies came and went with reports, muttering just low enough that human ears shouldn't be able to hear.

Group C was in the south wing, and Group D was finishing up with their task. Mother had something planned, which meant they were right smack dab in the middle of it. She was affected by the time travel, but whether it's she, herself, that came back or she's acting on anonymous information, is yet to be determined.

Danny glanced at Damian again, studying his brother without the pretense of their actions being his own fault.

Just like earlier, nothing seemed out of place, except for the fact that Damian was standing closer than usual. As if he were worried or guarding Danny.

Danny knew Damian loved him, just like how he loved Damian. But Danny also knew that Damian would do whatever Ra's (and Mother) told him to, blindly trusting the man with their lives. (Literally, if his first death wasn't evident enough.) So, obviously, he's worried about Danny, and acting as if he knows Danny's in danger, but from whom and what is unclear.

Mother stopped to converse with another spy, hurriedly ordering them to do something in code just loud enough for both of them to hear. Damian's brows furrowed, but he didn't seem to understand the order either.

ok, think Danyal; Mother is frantic. She's never frantic; the only reasonable explanation was that she knew something, something she feared and was trying to prevent.

Whatever she knows, Damian has been informed of, but Danny hasn't. She's trusting Damian to follow her orders without argument, which they all know he will. But, she's not trusting Danny with knowing the situation; most likely because she believes he'll react irrationally.

Second, whatever, or whoever, caused this didn't do it because of Danny. In fact, they probably didn't even know he was here, or existed. Which meant an outsider, someone not of the league, was involved. (Was it Father? Batman does have quite a few interesting rogues, but what do they have to do with the league?)

which means Danny's existence here, in the past, is an accident.

ok, how can he use this to his advantage?

"Damian," Danny whispered, glancing at another spy rushing up to Mother and hurriedly whispering orders and reports.

Damian hummed, glancing back down the halls with tense shoulders. Yep, he definitely knew something was going on, and he did not like it.

The best way to get information out of people was to catch them off guard and keep them off balance. Best way to do that for Damian? go back and forth between acting normal and completely different. Oh, and doing the most obvious thing first is usually the least expected.

"Mother wouldn't happen to be planning on confronting grandfather, would she?" Danny asked, casually, studying an empty hall. (he remembered spying on her, overhearing her slowly start to question grandfather and what he stood for. It was only a matter of time before she tried to fight him. He just needed to know what was forcing her to do it before she was ready. Before Danny is supposed to die.)

Damian tensed, whirling back to face Danny like he'd been struck, "What?"

"We both know she's been questioning Grandfather for a while now, so it's not surprising that she's trying to usurp him. What I'm confused about is how rushed and..." Danny glanced at Mother, watching as she closed her eyes for just a moment before ordering her people again. "Frantic, she's acting."

Damian blinked at him, his eyes sharpening to study Danny closely. Now to put his acting skills to the true test.

Turning to Damian, Danny kept his body language open. Standing to attention, ready for a quick order from Mother, but nervously fiddling with his hidden knives, and eyes glancing around like he was scared Grandfather would jump out and attack them at any moment. Confusion on why the two of them are acting weird, but not confused enough to make his knowledge of Mother's plans suspicious.

He was Danyal Al Ghul, a Nine-year-old assassin, just pulled from his daily classes with no idea why; Because honestly, what could Mother possibly need both him and Damian for if she's planning on usurping Grandfather?

Damian glanced away, trying to figure out what he could and couldn't tell Danny. Mother most likely ordered him not to (due to his possible irrational actions), but Danny just revealed he knew and is fine with Mother's plans, which means he's not acting as they expected him to.

"Look," Damian started, watching Mother for a moment, before stepping closer to whisper, "I can't tell you right now, there's too much at risk and I need more time to lay it all out without making it confusing. but essentially," he glanced away, this time down a hall, he was lying then, "Mother was informed of some plans that put both of us in danger. Our job is to do as we're told and stay alive."

"Ok," Danny agreed, simply stepping back and turning to watch Mother again. Damian blinked at him in slight confusion, before his eyes widened like he had just realized something, and he turned back to face Mother.

Danny's old plans to be underestimated hadn't worked before, and they'll likely not work now. Which means he only had a limited amount of time to be underestimated before people caught on.

Damian knew him best; he's likely to have already caught on based on the fact that he just looked like he realised Danny tricked him into telling him more than he was supposed to. (It didn't confirm much, just the fact that whatever happened, put them in danger, but also didn't reveal that he's supposed to die in three days. interesting)

which was technically the plan, Danyal wouldn't have questioned anything, Danyal was loyal and didn't question orders. Danny just used one of the most obvious manipulation tactics he's been taught, and it only worked because of Danyal's established personality. Damian is sure to be suspicious of danny's actions from here on out.

Mother was the next most likely to catch on, and considering she knows he's snuck down into the caves to study the language, she already knows something's up. She'll keep a close eye on his movements from now on.

"Confirmation, Ra's is in the caves, but he has more guards than normal. We don't have enough people to take them out, without notifying him of your plans." Spy 1 reported, bowing to mother and waiting for her orders.

Mother's jaw tensed, her nails biting into her palms as she nervously recalculated. If Grandfather hasn't caught on to how strange she's been acting yet, that means he's been down in the cave for a while.

For either of two reasons, one, so he can verbally lay out his plans and evaluate if they actually make sense (which he does quite often, saying something out loud helps a surprising amount when you get stuck on something mentally).

Or two, for a 'ritual'. Or, in other words, taking a dip in the nasty death slime. Whether it's him or someone else is up in the air.

Cool, so now Danny has to help Mother before she gets the three of them killed, because that's exactly what she's doing by rushing into things. Hopefully, Ra's will be caught by surprise long enough for this to work.

"I can get us in," Danny offered, tilting his head innocently to the side. Mother turned sharply and stared at him, calculating if he was being honest. She glanced at Damian with a brow raised. Damian nodded his head, quickly signing later to hold off having to explain.

Sighing, Mother straightened up and nodded her head, "Lead the way."

And wow, Danny was honestly expecting her to put up more of a fight than that. But as the saying goes, don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Nodding his head back, Danny turned and silently marched down the hall to their left. "I found an entrance a while ago, it hasn't been used in years. If grandfather knows of it, he hasn't deemed it necessary to watch. There are no guards on it like the others. Watch your feet, the ground is very loose."

letting his nine-year-old instincts take over, Danny quietly led the growing group down the halls and into a room. The others stopped, glancing around like they'd never known of the room's existence, which maybe they hadn't. Danyal hadn't run into much of anyone while down here.

Casually, making his way to the back, Danny grabbed a specific book and then two others, making sure to use the correct order. A sharp click, then the sound of old gears filled the room. The others tensed, on high alert at the loud sound.

"Don't worry, the natural twists and turns of the passage muffle the sounds. He'll be none the wiser of our presence," Danny rolled his eyes, gesturing for Mother to go first.

"Follow the marked path, it leads to an opening right above the main chamber. Grandfather never looks up, not unless he's the one in the pit. If he is, you'll have to wait for him to get out before you're safe to move from the shadows."

"How long, exactly, have you been using this entrance?" Mother demanded, frowning down at him.

Danny glanced away, sheepishly picking his nails, "a while."

"Right," she huffed, turning and moving into the tunnel.

Turning, Danny held out his hand for his brother. He had a feeling things were about to get crazy, or crazier than it was right now, at least. He'll just have to use this time to be as close to his brother as he can. (he still really wants to punch him, though; it's the least he deserves for killing him.)

Danny wasn't sure what was going on, or how long he'll be stuck in the past before Clockwork inevitably finds him (and he will, Clockwork would have warned him if this was supposed to happen. the fact he hadn't? Meant nothing good, but he trusted his mentor, he'd find Danny. He always did.) but he'd survive, he'd be fine.

Damian reached out and took his hand, turning to pull Danny down the tunnel with tense shoulders.

Danny squeezed his twin's hand, getting a squeeze back a moment later.

[lizandreil]

would like to add that this happens with literally anything. to the point my obsessed brain goes “that so neil of you” whenever i do something or when i told my friend “you are so andrew” when they told me how much sugar they put in their coffee. i can link literally anything to andrew and neil. love that for me honestly

andreil are so deeply rooted in my brain i can’t watch/read anything without my brain going “this could be a good andreil au, he has such neil vibes” or “my boys WOULD NEVA be like this”. or whenever i’m listening to some song i immediately go “these lyrics give off such andreil vibes”

i never want it to end actually

[oofmybad]

GOAT talk

synopsis: based on billie and quen’s complex interview, but i switched out quen for the reader if ygm?

warnings: fluff, quick mention of weight loss towards the end

a/n: this whole interview i just felt like i was interrupting during an inside joke. so i decided to be nosy and write from their perspective lolol. not properly proofread

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this is the first interview you two have done as a couple - everyone has been begging you to do something together for weeks and weeks. so here you are! sat in front of a purple v-flat, you and billie facing each other both perched on a director’s chair.

the atmosphere is light hearted, but you still feel heavily surveilled because of the 10 cameras all set up from every angle. “you ready, baby?” billie asks you before the cameras are rolling.

“ready as i’ll ever be” you respond, an anticipatory wince on your mouth.

“you look gorgeous, you got it mama” billie reassures you. she always loves when you dress femme. you’re adorned in a faux fur chocolate brown coat thats draped across your elbows with a staple graphic tee underneath. a simple black mini skirt is doing very little to cover the bottom half of your body, but billie loves the view so she’s not complaining. the glam team decided on an effortless, blushy makeup look for you which you were grateful for - the faux blush will cover any real blushing that will inevitably take place.

you simply smile in return to billie’s flirty reassurance, but your eyes betray you, raking up and down billie’s body to check her out. billie’s wearing a grey sweater vest over a stripey oxford shirt. a bair of baggy grey-blue jeans covering her legs. you internally giggle at the two of you’s matching yet opposite vibe - always going together like yin and yang.

the director calls out to you two, notifying you that the cameras are now rollling. a teleprompter lights up with the words “and this is GOAT Talk with complex”.

“should we say it together” you ask billie, already laughing from embarassment.

“okay, ready?’ billie checks. the two of you begin to say the tagline line but all of the words are jumbled and incoherent making you giggle in a squeaky tone.

“come on, ready?” you calm the two of you down “one, two, three…”

“and this is GOAT Talk with complex” you say in unison, billie leaning forward on her knees as she says her part.

you comment, “that gagged!”

“really? good, okay” billie responds. now you turn your head to look at billie, noticing the way she’s sat. you internally sigh, realizing that this is gonna be a long hour if she keeps looking so yummy.

to distract yourself, you reach your right arm out and go to grab a cue card. you pull it up to you and flip it before reading what it says.

“GOAT hear me outs?” you exaggerate the ‘goat’ with a mocking tone. billie pops her gum, chewing loudly as she thinks of her answer.

“i literally have a list” you say under your breath making eye contact with the camera as you tuck your hair behind your ear. any shyness you had a moment ago has now gone. it’s like a flip switches any time a camera hits record.

“yeah? go!” billie coaxes you.

“ummmm” you line up your answers in your mind, “donkey’s wife dragon from shrek” you say, putting out your pointer finger in a counting motion.

“she loveeees shrek” billie laughs at you.

“it’s in my blood” you point to your dragon tattoo on your arm, lifting up your sleeve while you do it.

“ummm, ursula” you say as billie gives you a questioning look as she scratches her head, her lips pursed.

“have you seen them tiddies?!” you defend yourself in an exaserbated tone.

you continue on, “eve from wall-e. and…. i’m a lesbian, but even so, jack skellington”

“oh yeah!” billie groans, “thats a goo- that’s on my list too”

“ok and last one, not a crush but a queen out moment: anna wintour’s bob”

“wait… what?” billie looks to the sky searching forr an explanation, “um, ok.”

“‘cause i dont think anna wintour’s bob would want me…”

“why wouldn’t it want you” billie asks, feeding into your delusions now.

“i think it’s asexual. it came out in a twitter post” you both laugh at the fact that you’re now having a serious conversation about this. you encourage billie to give her answers now.

“my list: jack skellington, duh. i know this is VFX but venom - thats a fantasy for sure” billie says pursing her lips and tilting her head to the side with her hands clasped out in front of her doing the emote she always does.

“you need help” is all you can say back. billie shimmies her shoulders at your comment.

she continues on, “bojack horseman”

now you’re really questioning your girlfriend’s sanity, “that’s a crash out for sure”

“yeah, it’s unfortunate” billie agrees with you but presses on, “obviously jessica rabbit”.

“oh HELL yeah!” you finally agree with her.

“and scar” she finishes up.

“i can get behind that” you nod in agreement.

you go on to read out the next cue card that’s asking after your GOAT anthems. billie explains how she’s been obsessed with gaga recently and you gasp in total agreement; music has always been a meeting point for the two of you.

now, it’s your turn to answer the question.

“can i dick ride?” you ask, your eyes looking over to billie.

“you always do, baby” she flirts at you. this makes you blush and cover your face bashfully. why does billie always have to say such things when people are watching?

ignoring her comment, you gush over hit me hard and soft, but not without making fun of the titles of a few songs. “i think it’s called cheerio” billie quotes you in a mocking voice.

somehow you both get off topic and start talking about your worst night together, but nothing heavy, moreso funny. billie calls it your “WOAT do it for the plot moment.”

as billie picks up the next cue card, she reads it and begins to trip out - her mouth hanging agape in an O shape. the card asks you two to talk about what you just had been - this shocks you, too.

“i feel like i’m on the truman show” you joke.

billie answers the question vaguely but teases the cameras adding that most of your two ‘GOAT experiences together’ are not appropriate to share. “that one night we had, though, that was good” billie’s gaze lands on you as she says this, clearly doing her best at making you shy but this time it doesn’t work.

“we can’t gag them like that” you say making eye contact with the lens, “but just know you could never mess with mommy” you kid, the both of you laughing at the inside joke.

“GOAT gift you’ve recieved” you say.

“my label got me my first car, a matte black dodge challenger” billie says satisfied, “i loved that car.”

“your label loves you, they treat you nice” you comment. “the best gift i’ve recieved is from you. it was that mixtape you made me for valentine’s day. the one with songs from throughout our relationship. and i love that you walked me through it as you played it.” billie nods listening to you with a smile on her face, clearly proud of herself. your heart swells seeing the look on billie’s face, feeling so lucky to be so loved by her.

“yeah, that one was really nice” you finish up your thought.

the interview continues to progress, you both discussing the best music to cry to - describing sufjan stevens as “war music”.

when you move on to discuss GOAT actors, you start to swoon over mikey madison and zendaya, saying, “i didn’t know people could look like that… princess vibes.”

billie talks alongside you in complete agreement, “i love princess looking girls… like you.” you roll your eyes at her and continue to the next question, completely ignoring that billie is taking every chance she can to make you shy. she’s always like this when people are around.

billie goes on to ask your opinion on the best y2k look.

“easy! whale tale. thong showing with the low waisted pants” you nod triumphantly.

“yeah, you wear that one a lot” she says. billie then answers for herself, “i love a tramp stamp. fire.”

“i like how we’re just describing you” billie rambles on as she moves her hand up and down in your body’s direction. “you’re the prototype, baby” billie smirks.

you click your tongue against your teeth and wink at her with a smile, “what can i say?” you half-heartedly bow in your seat.

“GOAT female rapper” you call out after picking up a new card.

“surely it has to be nicki minaj” billie responds to you.

“nuh uh! megan thee stallion. unequivocally.” you fight for your queen.

“oop- lets not” billie says as her eyes widen.

“no, lets! meg is the GOAT. kendrick vs drake? all because of hiss. those rock-stlye guitars that are suddenly appearing in rap music? that’s cobra’s effect. i will kill for my queen” you ramble on.

“oh no, we’ve got her going” billie giggles talking to the camera, “i’ve never seen her fight for anyone harder than megan thee stallion, not even for me, y’all.”

“period. as i should” you defend yourelf, “she’s a triple threat: insanely hot, insanely talented, insanely smart. and her knees?!”

billie cackles at your last comment knowing she’s caught you watching slo-mo videos of megan shaking ass many times before.

you laugh with her, knowingly, before waiting for billie to read out the next card.

“WOAT purchase you’ve made?”

billie answers her own question, telling the story about one time where she hired people to decorate her house for halloween.

“girl, i swear you’ll do anything for halloween. it’s a little dramatic” you comment.

“go on then, let’s hear yours if i’m so dramatic” billie quips back.

“ok well i didn’t have a business manager at the time, i had no idea what i was doing” you defend yourself before telling the story. “there was this one time i bid on a couch that was like hundreds of thousands of dollars” you say with an ‘eek’ face, your teeth showing and eyebrows furrowed.

billie does her signature cackle at you before cooing after you, “oh, gurl” with a sympathetic pout.

“i don’t even have the couch anymore. that shit was trash! but i did get a funny video out of it, so…”

“i felt so bad laughing at you, though, in the video” billie says kindly.

“yeah, you and millions of other people” you roll your eyes.

“WOAT pick up line you’ve heard” you read out to billie.

“any pick up line is a bad one” billie simply states popping a bubble with the gum in her mouth.

“yeah! like, what are we performing for?!” you get riled up but continue on, “i feel like for me, any pick up line from a man is a bad one, it’s just so ew. from a girl, a bad one might be endearing or funny maybe.”

“i totally agree” billie nods along.

“last carddDDd on the dockett” you sing out as billie reaches out her hand to grab the final cue card, her glasses sat on the table next to them.

“ok, WOAT advice you’ve recieved” billie reads out, her head dipped low looking at the piece of card in front of her.

“put money before anything else” you easily reply, tutting at the memory.

“who gave you that advice?!” billie says, shock on her face, her tongue playing with her gum.

“somebody who aint had a morsel of bread in a LONG time” you joke.

billie pushes out a heavy breath of air through her pursed lips - telling you ‘that’s tough’ without using her words.

billie goes on to croak out a long ‘mmmmm’ thinking of her answer. eventually, after a pregnant pause, she says through a fit of giggles, “any mansplaining advice is just- i can’t do it.”

“ugh!” you huff in agreement.

“one of my biggest pet peeves in the world is someone explaining something to me that i know a ton about, and they’re explaining it to me like i dont” billie rolls her eyes. you heavily nod your head at her words.

“mhm” you agree, “you’re looking at me like i know less than i do and i’m disrespected by it.”

billie thinks on it and gives another answer, “i dont know, someobody was like ‘if you lost weight you could be a really great model’ when i was like twelve.” she’s fidgeting with her bottom lip as she recounts the memory, clearly remorseful for her younger self.

you make the most disgusted, apalled face at that, surprised you’ve never heard the story before. you can’t help but mutter under your breath, “you’ve always been perfect.”

“they called my mom and said that.”

“almond moms, you are the demise of your own children” you fiestily comment making eye contact with a camera.

“love my mom, though!” billie says, shimmying her shoulders in a shrug and pursing her lips, eyes facing the camera - there goes that cute emote, again!

“love your mom, too!” you say back. the two of you lean in for a high-five, the connection leaves a loud ‘slap’ that echoes through the studio.

“and, cut!” the video director calls out from behind the cameras.

billie jumps down from her seat, walking over to stand in between your legs.

“hi, baby” she says, her right hand cupping your cheek.

“hi, bil” you reply, nuzzling your face into her hand with a smile. billie moves her hand to tug your shoulder forward - coaxing you into a hug. “i was here the whole time baby, what’s up?” you ask with your head tucked in her neck.

“you were so far awayyy!” billie yells out in a groan and throws her head back. you just giggle and scoot your hips forward closer to billie.

billie scoops her hands under your arms and lifts you off the chair so you’re now standing and hugging.

“i’m sorry someone said that to you, my love. that’s fucked” you tell her now looking into her eyes. billie remains silent but sends you a confused face at your random apology. “the thing about your weight” you clarify.

“you’re a sweetheart” billie nuzzles her nose against yours. “fuck ‘em” you whisper. “fuck me” she teasingly whispers back.

“billie!” you slap her shoulder, roll your eyes, and pull away from the hug; “god forbid we ever have a sincere moment.”