#know what I mean đ when I decided to get more into makeup and perfect my routine I didnât think this far ahead now Iâm like đ§ââď¸
obsessed bf x pretty gf trope hcs w sero & shoto pls & ty đđ (seperately pls)
Itâs only 7 months late but here u go anon đ
a/n: I wrote this in an hour in the bathtub so if it is shit- donât tell me bc Iâm just getting back into writing đđ
Shoto Todoroki
He fits this trope so well.
He is THEE resident pretty boy of UA so it makes perfect sense that he has the prettiest girl in all of Japan. (The world)
He is the teeny weeny ist bit dense on like how to take proper photos of you for the âgram but trust that he WILL be searching up everything about lighting and angles and exposure and zoom- all that nonsense.
If youâre a social media girly he may leave like one or two comments. He isnât the best about being outwardly obsessed with you, he is all about those private small moments. Not being able to take his eyes off you anywhere. Always needing to be beside you. If he canât be with you then trust he is texting you at every free moment and expects a response within 5 minutes.
He loves shopping with you and helping you pick out outfits or jewelry or how to style your makeup that day. He has no real opinion on what looks better tho he just loves seeing you get all prettied up. (Yk that tiktok where the girl is trying to decide on a dress color and her bf is just like âwtv u want mama u look breathtaking in bothâ ?Thatâs him.)
I feel like he doesnât really buy you anything in the beginning of your relationship bc he doesnât really see the point/value or something in that BUT all it takes is for kaminari to get you some product youâve been wanting for a while for secret santa and seeing how touched you were by the gesture sends him into over drive:
âOH MY GOD! KAMI!!â You exclaim- wrapping your arms around him. âHow did you know? Iâve been looking for this everywhere!â Shoto notices how big your eyes got and the slight blush on your cheeks from excitement and he feels, something unpleasant. Jealousy? Envy? Possessiveness? Whatever it is he doesnât like how grateful youâre acting toward the blonde. I mean sure, he got you something nice youâve wanted but thatâs not his job (he just so happened to get you for secret santa so he kind of had to get you something) heâs not your boyfriend only your boyfriend- HIM- should be gifting you stuff. Then he kinda has a âohh.â Moment and realizes he has never really gotten you anything just because.
Anyways after that whole interaction he is getting you anything and everything you look at for more than a second. You keep looking at some necklace at the store? Bought. He sees you liking tiktoks about girls getting flowers? Now youâre getting a bouquet every date night. Does he himself have money? No, but that No.1 hero daddy sure does. And letâs be honest he kind of owes shoto for making his childhood - for lack of a better word- awful.
In conclusion, Shoto loves his pretty girl and will do anything she asks of him without question.
Hanta Sero
Clawing at my cage for this man.
Now sero has been⌠infatuated with you since he first laid eyes on you one faithful morning. You were ordering at some coffee shop he passes by on his way to school and just one glance had him stopped dead in his tracks. The way your hair framed your face perfectly, your face in general because holy shit- you were gorgeous. Straight out of a magazine. He quickly took notice of the little embellishments you made to your uniform.. uniform? The same one Mina has. OH MY GOD YOU GO TO UA AND HE HAS NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE?
He literally cannot stop thinking about you and boom you appear again in the halls. Your going the opposite direction has him with your friends and he sees you all have a little cafe cup. Did you buy them all a drink before class? So youâre stupidly gorgeous and nice. Great, he, for sure, has no chance with you now.
But oh thatâs where he is wrong.
When you guys start dating he actually cannot believe it. He is very guarded at first because- now itâs my personal hc that sero is a bit insecure- he canât fathom how you, YOU, would actually want to date someone likeâŚhim.
But once those walls come down he doesnât shut up about you. Seriously all his friends are so annoyed:
âGood god soy sauce if you mention your little girly friend again Iâm hurling you across the city.â
âYouâre just mad you donât have a girl as pretty as mine- donât worry baku-man, Iâm sure one day some poor person will take pity on your soul.â
Sero did in fact get hurled across the city that day.
Now where he differs from Shoto is that this man is a GOD with a camera. He has that artistic eye and is able to capture you being your baddest/cutest/authentic self.
Literally yaâll
He also has a good sense of style. He never thinks you look bad in one thing versus another but he will take into account the vibe of where youâre going and whatâs youâll be doing and give his opinion based on that. Because he grew up with sister and knows how to get around the âwhich one looks better?â Type question without hurting you.
Now sero doesnât have money to spoil you senseless but what he does have is the forever lasting instinct to put your comfort above his own. Itâs freezing and you didnât wear a jacket because âa hoe ever gets coldâ? Donât worry sero will give you his and be visibly growing icicles on his body to keep you warm. Feet hurt from those impractical shoes? Heâs caring you all the way home even if he is still terribly sore from a killer arm workout the day before with kirishima. A no a mudy puddle and youâre wearing your new white shoes :(! Well sero is laying his jacket down over it or simply caring you over the puddle. He isnât the type to roll his eyes at how âridiculousâ or âspoiledâ youâre being. You are y/n freaking l/n. Heâll do whatever you need to make sure nothing in your life goes wrong.
He also is the type to spam comments in your TikTok or Insta post and makes all his friends do the same. Not that you need it- he just loves fueling your ego.
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You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 6
a/n: hey guys!! im so sorry this part has taken me so long! im currently on a trip so i havent had much time to write! but i hope this makes up for it, im super excited for yall to read this!!! also i think im going to plan for this series to have a few more chapters, probably max 9 or 10! i love it sm i really dont want it to end đ but anyways enjoyyy and comment what you think! and again i apologize if the smut is mid.. btw this is not proofread LMAO
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warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v, angst, language, smoking, afab reader
Youâre sitting in your bed, reading a magazine, when your flip phone rings. You lean forward to pick it up from the corner of the bed, wondering who could be calling you this late. You raise your eyebrows when you see that itâs Lola. You havenât spoken to her since school got out. Nevertheless, you answer it and put the phone up to your ear.
âLola! Hey,â You grin. âOh my God, Iâm so glad you picked up. Iâm so bored around here,â She groans, and you smile even bigger at the sound of her voice on the other end. âAround where?â You ask curiously.
âMy parentsâ. I have to babysit my younger sister all the time. Itâs exhausting, really,â She moans. âI just want to like, go to a party or something. Honestly, I would even prefer to be going to classes right now instead of this.â
âWow. That must mean itâs really bad then, huh?â You continue flipping through the magazine, your eyes scanning through the apparently trending fashion and makeup choices at the moment.
âYes. Ugh. Youâre at Saltburn, right?â She asks. âYeah.â You reply.
âHowâs that going?â Lola questions, and you hear another voice in the background that sounds like her, only higher-pitched. âNo, Iâm on the phone. Go away. Shoo,â
You try not to snicker at her shooing away her little sister. âItâsâŚâ You trail off, trying to decide the right way to describe how the summer is going so far for you. âI donât know. Different.â
âHow so?â You pause and wonder if you should tell her whatâs been going on. You decide itâs probably better not to and keep some things to yourself.
âI think itâs just cause weâre growing up. I mean, we graduate in less than two years.â You shrug and reach over to grab your glass of wine. âOh God, donât remind me. My parents are still asking me what my plans are,â She sighs loudly.
âI canât believe it.â You shake your head and close the magazine, uninterested in the latest celebrity drama. An idea suddenly forms in your mind.
âHey, the Cattons are throwing one of their big summer parties in a few days. I could invite you?â You suggest. You hear Lola gasp. âReally?! Iâd love to go. Iâve heard so many stories about the Saltburn parties.â She makes it sound so dramatic, and you giggle.
âAnd youâd get a chance to see Felix,â You grin as you hear her jumping around. âYeah, I would! You donât need to convince me any further. Iâll be there,â She pauses. âWait, but theyâll let me come, right?â
âOh, of course. They like me a lot, so Iâm sure they wonât mind.â You assure her. âOkay, perfect. Thank you so much, my love. Iâll let you get some sleep. See you soon!â She squeals excitedly and you roll your eyes with a smile as she hangs up.
You set down your phone and sigh, looking around your dim room.
You havenât been able to get Farleigh out of your mind since your little⌠moment two nights ago. Heâs not avoiding you, but heâs not being nice either. Heâs gone back to teasing you and embarrassing you in front of the Cattons. You shouldâve known that if you got too close, heâd pull away and return to his old ways.
But every little glance you two share has your stomach fluttering and your heart pounding. Every insult meant to hurt or offend you has the opposite effect. In some depraved way, you like when he degrades you. The past two nights, youâve laid awake and stared up at the ceiling, trying to relive that night when he made you feel so good. Just the thought of him had your mind reeling. You would do anything just to feel that way again. Youâre hooked.
You canât just keep wallowing in these feelings. You want to talk to him, work things out, and go back to how they used to be a week ago. More importantly, you just want to be in his presence. It gives you some kind of thrill to be around him. Itâs like a game of roulette to see which version of him youâll get each time, and you love it. You crave his attention.
You climb off of your large bed and walk determinedly to your door, opening it quietly and sneaking down the hallway. Itâs quite a long walk to Farleighâs room, but you donât care. You pass Felixâs room, then Venetiaâs. Both of their lights are out, telling you that everyone in the house is probably asleep by now. You can only hope and pray that Farleigh isnât.
You eventually find yourself standing in front of his room. Dim light peeks through from under his door, and you sigh with relief. Heâs still awake. Your decision catches up to you and you realize how stupid it is that youâre about to knock on his door. You shake your head to clear your doubt, raising your hand and gently knocking.
You hear his bed shifting and footsteps following close after. You swallow nervously, your throat suddenly feeling dry. Your heart races with anticipation as he finally opens the door.
Fuck. Heâs shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants on. Your eyes trail down subconsciously before you blink and look back up to his face. Is he wearing underwear?
âHello,â He says, his grin foxlike. âI canât sleep. Can we talk?â You ask, your voice shaky. You curse yourself for sounding nervous. He crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows. âTalk about what?â He questions.
You pause, unsure of what to say next. What were you going to talk about? He would deny any feelings towards you, so what was the point of even coming here?
âJust let me in, please.â You step forward and avoid his gaze. He steps to the side wordlessly, opening the door further to let you into his room.
You breathe in the familiar scent of that candle heâs always burning, and the scent of his cologne. Itâs musky and spicy, with notes of vanilla. You tried to memorize it everytime you were close to him. You walk over to his bed and sit down on the edge, looking up at him as he closes the door behind him.
âCan I have a cigarette?â You ask, pointing to the pack sitting on his bedside table. He nods, and you carefully take one. He hands you the lighter.
He stares down at you as you light the cigarette, taking a drag from it. He chuckles to himself and you exhale, furrowing your eyebrows. âWhatâs funny?â
âYou always said you hated the smell. Yet here you are, asking me for a cigarette,â He replies with a scoff. âMaybe youâre just a bad influence,â You shoot back, and his smile slightly fades.
You can see his eyes traveling down your body, lingering on your thighs and your bare legs. You had outgrown these sleep shorts, but you never cared because you figured no one would see you in them. Well, there goes that.
âAre we not going to talk about the other night?â You mutter. âWhatâs there to talk about?â He replies, and you roll your eyes. âAre you-â You pause and let out a frustrated breath. âAre you serious?â You exclaim angrily.
âYou canât blame it on being drunk this time, Farleigh.â You tell him, and he freezes, his gaze faltering downwards.
âCan we not talk about that? Letâs justâŚâ He sighs with exasperation and sits next to you. You turn away from him, looking out the window. You decide not to press the issue, since itâs apparently too much for him to think about right now. Honestly, you arenât even able to fully process whatâs been going on between you two.
âLetâs just⌠talk,â He says finally, and you face him again, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. âOkay.â You shrug. Itâs what you both do best: Talking. About anything and everything, despite the strange history of your relationship. You guessed that it was because you had known each other for so long, that it just came naturally. Heâs just⌠real. Heâs never pretending or putting on a façade, at least around you heâs not. Around the Cattons, he has to, because to them heâs just the wild child, the comedic relief, the American. You feel like you are the only one that gets to see the real Farleigh, and it feels like a privilege. But you know thatâs not true, and you choose to believe it anyway.
âSo⌠Our third year at Oxford,â Farleigh says. You let out a breath and raise your eyebrows. âCanât believe itâs already been two years,â You both smile, thinking of all the good and bad memories youâve made so far during your years at university.
âCan I be honest?â You ask, and he nods. âIâm scared.â You say simply. His eyebrows knit together. âOf what?â He replies. âGraduating. You know, Iâll probably go to graduate school or something, but I need to start making my own money. Get a job. Do adult things,â You sigh just at the thought of all the responsibilities. âI canât be on a scholarship forever. Or have my parents pay forever,â You continue, shaking your head. âIâm putting them through enough as it is.â
Farleigh nods again with a look of understanding. âI might go back to the states. See my mom, maybe stay there for a while.â He says. You canât help but feel a little sad at the thought of him being away for so long. You hate to admit it, but you would miss him.
âBut we donât have to worry about that right now. Youâre too uptight. Let yourself have fun,â He nudges you softly. âIâm trying,â You mutter. âWell, youâre smoking. Thatâs one step closer,â He laughs a bit and you roll your eyes.
It goes quiet and you stare down into your lap. You can feel his eyes on you, and your heart begins to race with anticipation. That familiar tension returns in the air between you and Farleigh.
You look up slightly, his eyes meeting with yours. Your stomach churns as you look down to see his hand inching towards your thigh, eventually resting on top of it. âI know why you came here,â He says, his voice lowered.
You look back up to him. âWhat?â You whisper. âDonât play dumb,â He shakes his head. âIâm not.â You reply, trying hard not to break the intense eye contact.
You gulp nervously and finally look away, your face giving you away and burning red. âHmm,â He hums, his thumb brushing across your thigh. You try to distract yourself by pressing the cigarette out on the ashtray on his bedside table, watching the little flame burn out.
He gently reaches up and grabs your chin, tilting your head back towards him. He drags his thumb down your bottom lip as you stare into his eyes. He grins slightly before moving his hand to cup your cheek, leaning in closer until your noses brush together. You know you shouldnât be doing this. You know Farleigh is emotionally unavailable and toxic, and he wonât ever discuss his feelings or yours. But you canât help but melt into the kiss, his touch, his aura. Itâs like heâs magnetic, pulling you in everytime you try to pull away.
Somehow, every single time he kisses you, itâs better than the first time. Your tongues intertwine as your lips move in a perfect rhythm while both of you fall back onto his bed clumsily. One of his hands tangles in your hair, and the one that was resting on your leg moves up to rest on your waist, his fingers caressing your bare skin due to your tank top riding up. He eventually shifts his position so that heâs on top of you, and you turn to lay on your back underneath him.
His kisses begin to move down to your jawline, then your neck. He sucks and licks your skin so cruelly, but you donât want him to stop. You breathe in the scent of his hair, his curls tickling your face, and you can already feel yourself becoming weak again.
You feel his hands start to trail down your body, resting on your hips, as he moves down the bed and you peer down to see him looking up at you from between your legs. Feverish heat burns across your skin just at the sight of it.
âWait, wait. Iâve never-â You start, suddenly feeling nervous. âItâs okay,â Farleigh replies, his eyes soft and warm as he gazes up at you. âJust relax,â He murmurs, gently pulling down your shorts and panties at the same time, shuffling them off your legs.
Just relax, you think. Easier said than done. Youâve pictured this moment so many times in the past few days, and you canât believe itâs becoming reality.
And of all the times youâve fantasized about this, none of them could ever do Farleighâs beauty justice. His dark eyes are shining with something of lust and hunger, his plush lips slightly parted and his shoulders broad and golden. His curly hair is only slightly wet from his shower earlier, yet still perfectly coiled.
He looks up at you, trying to convey something through his gaze. âSo pretty,â He mutters, tracing a finger along your thigh. Your breath catches in your throat and you feel your stomach fluttering already.
He lifts your legs up and places them over his shoulders. Your heart pounds in anticipation and you can hear yourself breathing among the silence.
Farleigh leans down and presses a few kisses along your inner thigh, and you donât know how much longer you can stand his teasing. You watch him gaze up at you through his lashes as he dips a finger into your wetness and you see the smirk that tugs at his lips. He raises his eyebrows at you and your face turns red. âStop,â You cover your face with both hands, your stomach doing flips. You canât handle how perfect he looks right now, even as he teases you for how soaked you are already.
âHey, look at me,â He says, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. You let your hands fall back to your sides, smiling shyly. His expression turns more serious as he furrows his brows, slipping his finger inside of you. He moans before you even can, his head falling against your thigh.
That familiar stretch around his finger has your mind reeling as you throw your head back. He pulls it out and you whimper at the loss, until you feel his middle and ring finger on your clit. Your hands instinctively move to grasp the sheets as he strokes your bundle of nerves perfectly, letting your head fall back down to watch him. He continues to maintain eye contact and it makes you so weak.
Your brain almost turns to mush as you see him leaning down, his head buried between your legs. A moan louder than you intended leaves your mouth as you feel his tongue greedily licking a stripe up your pussy.
âShit,â You huff, your chest heaving up and down. No one had ever given you head before, until now, so you didnât really understand your girlfriends when they would tell you how amazing it felt. But now, you completely get it. His tongue moves in long, slow strokes and his pretty nose nudges perfectly against your clit.
He barely lifts his head so he can stare up at you to watch your reaction. You grind up against his face, your hand reaching down to grab a handful of his curls. He groans at the feeling before inserting a finger again, moving at the perfect pace along with his tongue. The combination is enough to make your legs shake. The lewd sounds of him lapping up your cum and both of your wanton moans echo throughout his room.
âFarleigh!â You almost scream his name before letting out a long, drawn out moan. He glances up at you once more, his pupils huge with lust. He moans against you as he absolutely devours you, adding a second finger in. His long fingers brush against that divine spot inside of you and you whimper helplessly, your other hand gripping his sheets as if it could help ground you somehow. That delicious heat builds in the base of your stomach, spreading like a fire.
âIâm gonna-â You gasp for air, your chest heaving up and down. His eyes are half-lidded and he seems completely lost in the moment, just absolutely pussy drunk. âLet go,â He says, his voice deep and raspy.
And you do exactly that. The pleasure shoots through your veins like a drug, your grasp in his hair tightening and your hips rolling as you ride it out. You eventually come down from your high, letting your legs drop from his shoulders as you let out a shaky sigh, your heart still pounding against your ribs.
âFuckk,â You breathe out, resting your head against the pillow. Farleigh crawls over you, leaning down to kiss you. The lower half of his face is covered in your slick, but you couldnât care less. He kisses you passionately, desperately, groaning into your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips and his tongue, and it just turns you on even more.
He pulls away, his lips hovering over yours. You look up at him and suddenly feel an indescribable desire wash over you as you stare into his deep brown eyes. Itâs like you canât get close enough to him, like you need more than everything heâs already given you. You want him inside of you. You want to feel every part of him. You want him to feel every part of you.
âFarleigh,â You whisper, reaching up to touch his face. âWhat is it?â He whispers back, lightly touching your own face.
âI want you,â You say. You donât care how stupid you sound right now. This carnal desire has completely taken over you.
âIn what way?â He replies, smirking smugly. âI think you know which way I mean,â You mutter. You donât have time for his teasing, although you love it.
His expression softens and he seems to understand what you mean. âPlease, I need you,â You canât believe youâre begging for Farleigh of all people right now. You know youâll be regretting it later. His eyes widen and he seems shocked by your confession.
âFarâŚâ You whisper, tracing your finger along his lips. He opens his mouth to speak, hesitating slightly.
âDo you know what you do to me?â He asks, his voice soft. You look up at him and tilt your head. He takes your hand and guides it down below his waist while still looking down at you. You gasp softly when you feel that his dick is so hard underneath his sweatpants. It has to be painful. You slowly rub your hand against him and his eyebrows draw together as he stutters slightly, and it almost looks like heâs in pain.
âBaby-â Farleigh whimpers. âPlease,â You beg once again, and he nods, quickly taking his pants off and throwing them somewhere on the floor of his bedroom. You look down at his dick, and you have to keep your jaw from dropping.
Itâs definitely the biggest youâve seen, and although you havenât seen many in your lifetime, you know he would be considered above average. Itâs long, with a bit of girth to it, veiny and already leaking precum from the tip. You feel yourself starting to get nervous. You arenât sure if you could even take all of it, but hell, youâre going to try. You hope he didnât pick up on your reaction, because you know he would tease you over it.
He places his hands on either side of your head and leans down onto his elbows. He never takes his eyes off yours as he positions himself. You wrap your legs around his waist, letting your ankles rest on his back.
He slowly begins to slide in, and you grunt quietly at the pain. He goes a bit deeper before you panic and place a hand on his lower stomach, stopping him. âI canât-â You wince in pain.
âYes, you can. You can take it,â He nods and brushes the side of your face with his fingers. He takes your hand off of his stomach gently and places your arm back onto the bed. You nod in an attempt to encourage yourself, gritting your teeth to withstand the pain. You reach up to his shoulders, resting your hands on his shoulder blades, trying to keep your nails from digging into his skin as you hold onto him.
âFuck,â Farleigh grunts as your walls grip him tightly, sucking him in. Eventually heâs buried inside of you to the hilt, and you can feel every inch of him. Youâre still trying to adjust to his size, and the pain is slowly subsiding as he groans and drops his head and closes his eyes. You press your hips up against his, trying to get him to start moving. âFar,â You mutter. You can tell heâs trying to hold back. He breathes heavily and opens his eyes again, gazing into yours.
âIâm ready,â You whisper. His eyebrows knit together as he rolls his hips slowly, causing your eyes to roll back and drawing a short moan out of you. He shudders, slightly pulling out of you before thrusting back in. You wonder how heâs so good at this as your nails dig crescent moons into his back with each slow thrust and roll of his hips. Your mouth falls open and you try to be quieter but itâs no use.
He buries his head into the crook of your neck, his curls tickling your face. Heâs whimpering and moaning your name and other incoherent nonsense right into your ear. He sets a beautiful rhythm, his bed creaking underneath you as you sink into the plush of the mattress. You think you hear the headboard hitting the wall but you donât care about the loud sounds you two are creating. You just donât want this moment to end.
He looks back up to you and you can see heâs already fucked out. His eyes are even more glazed over than before and sex sweat forms on his brow. He whimpers helplessly and pants heavily. âYouâre so good,â He breathes. âSo, so good,â You could probably cum just from his words alone.
You let out a wanton moan as he hits that spot again, deep inside of you. âOh, fuck!â You gasp and claw at his shoulders. He drops his head again, kissing your neck as he thrusts into you faster and deeper each time, hitting your spot over and over once heâs found it.
âYeah, thatâs it,â He groans against your neck and you feel tears brimming in your eyes. âFarleigh- Itâs-â You canât seem to form words, your brain turned to sizzling hot liquid. âI know, I know,â He whimpers, his voice slightly higher pitched and breathless. You try to hold on longer, but youâre already coming undone as your orgasm hits you sooner than you expected. Your body stills and you clench even harder around him. He moans, that pained expression crossing his face once again. âOh God,â He chokes out, his thrusts beginning to become less steady.
âWhere should I-â Farleigh pants. âInside,â You tell him. Youâre on birth control, but you donât have the mental capacity to explain that to him or explain why. His hips stutter and he stiffens, finishing inside of you, the warm feeling spreading throughout your lower stomach. He collapses on top of you, his head on your chest, resting on the soft fabric of your shirt.
Youâre already sleepy and physically exhausted from what just took place. You breathe in his scent one more time and let out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling and trying to process what you just did. Then heâs wrapping his arms around you gently before pulling out of you slowly. You grunt a bit, feeling a dull ache between your legs, but you canât help but miss the feeling of him inside of you.
He adjusts the both of you so that youâre both laying on your side, allowing you to stretch out a bit and cuddle up to him, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. He holds you, and for a moment, it feels like a real relationship. Something you had never experienced. Something deep. Something real. And then you remember that itâs not. After this, he will go back to avoiding you and acting like he canât stand you. You just wish that he would put his pride away and admit to you what he really feels. But what does he really feel? Are you stupid for thinking that thereâs something here?
Farleigh strokes his fingers through your hair, brushing away some of the strands plastered onto your forehead by your sweat. He seems to notice your silence.
âYouâre thinking too much,â He says, his voice beautifully hoarse. You sigh, relaxing your shoulders. âAm I?â You reply, your voice weaker than you thought it would be.
âJust sleep here tonight,â He mutters, resting his chin on top of your head. You so badly want to ask him to be serious and have an actual conversation with you about your⌠relationship.
âOkay⌠but we need to talk about this,â You respond quietly. He sighs and shifts a bit, careful not to move you too much. âWe can in the morning,â He says, but you know that wonât happen. Youâll just have to settle for no answers to your questions for the time being.
You curl up closer to him and let your eyes close, breathing slowly and peacefully. âGoodnight,â You murmur. âNight,â He replies, sounding just as tired as you are. You drift off to sleep in Farleigh Startâs arms.
ONE YEAR EARLIER
You were usually on okay terms with Farleigh. But you remember exactly when the dislike turned into hatred.
It was right before end of term exams and Felix convinced you to go to the pub to blow off some steam and relax after all your revising. You reluctantly agreed, then regret your decision when you saw Farleigh and Sasha there.
It was pretty far into the evening and you were beginning to get sleepy. You had spaced out for a moment, staring out the window and watching the snow fall before you heard something that peaked your interest.
âI mean, Felix, you have got to settle down,â Farleigh chuckled and nudged Sasha, pointing his cigarette at Felix.
Felix grinned stupidly and shrugged. âListen, mate. Iâve tried.â Some other friends of his joined in with the laughter.
You sat up and leaned forward, facing Farleigh. âYouâre one to comment on relationships,â You said, raising an eyebrow. Everyone else sort of quieted down after hearing your words.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Farleigh rolled his eyes at you and Sasha just glared. âYou and Sasha. Youâre dysfunctional.â You responded, unafraid to challenge him.
âExcuse me?â Sasha looked at you like you just committed a hate crime. âYeah. He cheats on you, you cheat on him, you get back together, blah blah blah.â You took a sip of your beer and shrugged. âItâs gone on for almost a year now. Itâs exhausting,â
Farleigh chuckled. âOhh, you want to come after my relationship?â He smirked as if he was cooking up a plan in his mind of how to humiliate you best.
âWell, I bet you would like everyone to know that you lost your virginity to Joshua Brown,â Farleigh said, loud enough for even people from other tables to hear. A small chorus of gasps echoed across the room.
âYouâre desperate, easy, and sloppy. You take anyone who wants you. I guess thatâs what happens when you get no attention before you go to college, hm?â He just kept going, and the whole room went silent
âIâve seen you walk out of so many dorms at six in the morning, itâs insane. You canât even keep a fucking man,â Farleighâs tone was harsher and colder than youâd ever heard before. Felix was staring at you in shock and Sasha was giving you that judgemental look.
You looked around to see all the pairs of eyes on you. âFucking hell, Farleigh,â Felix muttered, shaking his head at him.
You stood up and grabbed your bag hastily, storming out of the pub with tears in your eyes. Why was he such a bitch? Why did he hate you?
Your reputation was officially ruined. All that time, he never told anyone about your situation with Joshua. Until now. He was doing so well. The whole class thought you were an innocent and pure, high achieving student, and now what would they think? You wish you didnât care so much about how others perceive you, but you do.
You hated Farleigh. You hated him for ruining your reputation and your image. It was impossible to get him back or do something worse, since basically everyone knew he was a slut. But he got praised for it.
Ever since that night at the pub, other students would look at you sideways and whisper things about you as if you couldnât hear them.
Fuck you, Farleigh. You decided you were officially done with him and your weird friendship. Even if that meant having to avoid him at every cost.
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Tonight I Feel Like More
read part I here and part III here
pairing: charlie walker x bimbo!fem!reader
summary: you attend your first ever stab-a-thon, and finally make it through all of the movies, so charlie gives you a reward under the guise of keeping you warm.
wc: 2014
warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of oral sex (m! receiving), public sex, unprotected sex (p in v), mentions of crying, creampie
a/n: reader is described as being taller than charlie while wearing heels i'm sorry if you're short just pretend you're wearing ridiculously high heels đ
Since your first movie night with Charlie, itâs been his mission to finish all of the Stab movies with you. Which wouldnât be so hard if you could get past Stab 5, but the whole time travel plot confuses you, which means you get bored, and Charlie has come to realize that your boredom manifests in a rather, promiscuous way.Â
The first time you only lasted twenty minutes before you were pulling down his pants and busying yourself with his cock, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks until you were swallowing his load. After that, the last thing on either of your mindsâ was the movie.Â
He tries again and again, but somehow, someway, you get lost. He thinks he should feel lucky, having a girlfriend as frisky as you, and for the most part he does. But heâs worried, with Stab-A-Thon coming up he knows youâd want to go and support him at his last film festival.Â
What worries him is that at some point throughout the night youâre gonna get bored, and then heâll have to find a secluded area of of wherever they decide to throw the party to fuck you silly. A problem he never thought heâd have, but he keeps it in mind while discussing venue options with Robbie.Â
Eventually they settle on an abandoned farm, far enough to not be bothered by adults, but not too far to the point where the drive is a hassle. They scope out the farmhouse, making sure itâs not too rundown for a gathering of drunk teens. Itâs their last year of high school, last year running Cinema Club, last time throwing Stab-A-Thon, and Charlie and Robbie want to go all out.Â
On the day of, a few more involved club members help Charlie and Robbie set up for Stab-A-Thon, handling decorations and seating while Charlie and Robbie focus on the audio and visual. Before people start arriving, Charlie adds some yellow police tape to the stairs leading up to the hayloft, spewing bullshit about not wanting a drunk idiot to fall when someone asks, not wanting to say the real reason.Â
As soon as the sun falls over the horizon cars start to pull up, teenagers filing in with drinks, talking over the loud music as they wait for the movies to start. You arrive with Kirby and her friends, visibly annoyed by Jill and Trevor fighting behind you, most likely having had to listen to them argue the whole ride over.Â
You find Charlie before he spots you, quickly making your way to him through throngs of people, desperate to get away from relationship drama, not wanting it to rub off on you and Charlie. The closer you get to him, the easier it is for him to notice you. Youâre dolled up more than usual, pretty makeup and hair heâs gonna feel guilty about ruining later, a short dress barely reaching past your ass, and matching heels that have you standing taller than him.Â
Most guys would probably be upset by that, but he canât find it in himself to care when you slot yourself at his side, leaning in to give him a kiss. Your lipgloss is sweet, strawberry or cherry if he had to guess, a thin layer sticking to his own lips when you pull away. Your smile is even sweeter, eyes shining when they meet his, and heâs reminded of the phrase âthe lights are on but no oneâs homeâ, a perfect description of what goes on in your head.Â
He can tell you planned your outfit for fashion over function, which is the case for most of your outfits. If youâre not whining in his ear to sneak off heâs sure youâll be complaining about being cold. But he lets those thoughts fade, focusing instead on your warmth at his side, offering you a sip of his drink.Â
âWhat time do the movies start?â You ask, face scrunched up at the bitter taste of whatever alcohol was poured into the jungle juice.Â
âShouldnât be long now,â Charlie answers, pulling his hand out of his pocket to wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to him.Â
âActually, we should probably get up there and do our kickoff,â Robbie says, seeing the seats mostly filled in.Â
âBe right back,â Charlie whispers to you, following Robbie to the projector screen.Â
Their introduction is short and sweet, poking fun at the franchiseâs clichĂŠs, while also promoting underage drinking. The crowd cheers, ready for the movies to start, quoting the iconic opening scene as Charlie and Robbie make their way to the back of the crowd to the projectors. Youâre sitting on some bales of hay set up for seating, thin blankets keeping the itchy straw from irritating your skin, confusion etched in your features when you see Charlie walk out of the room instead of joining you.Â
Before you can follow him, Robbie takes a seat next to you, going into a rant about the movie that you only half listen to, convinced Charlie has given you the same rant during one of your private movie nights. You donât have a chance to interrupt him and ask about Charlie though, jerking away when you feel an arm around your shoulder.Â
âSorry, didnât mean to scare you,â Charlie laughs at your reaction, sitting down next to you. âGot you a drink,â he says, offering you a red cup.Â
âThank you,â you say, beaming at him, leaning in for another kiss.Â
âUh-uh, watch the movie,â he says, refocusing your attention to the screen.Â
You roll your eyes, but do as he says, watching the movie silently. The two of you sip on your drinks, moving closer together as more people join you on the bales of hay. By the time the second movie starts, youâre forced into Charlieâs lap after getting up for refills and losing your spot. Not that you mind, sat sideways on his lap and tucked into his chest, youâre surprisingly able to focus on the movies for once.Â
He entertains you, imitating the killerâs voice and repeating the dialogue for only you to hear, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers the lines. Your giggles are muffled by his chest, his playfulness and the steady beat of his heart comforting you through the jumpscares and violence that youâre still getting used to.Â
The two of you allow yourself to relax into one another, comfortably watching each movie as the crowd slowly dwindles. Youâve traded your jungle juice for soda, caffeine and sugar slowly sobering any tipsiness as dawn approaches, eyes blinking slowly as you both fight off sleep. Youâre so close, the closest youâve ever been to finishing all seven Stab movies, and he canât help but bounce his leg nervously, your whole body shaking from the force of his movement.Â
âStop that,â you mumble, and he does, but itâs not long before his leg is shaking again. âI thought youâve seen all of these before, shouldnât I be the nervous one?â You tease him when he still doesnât stop.Â
âShh, pay attention,â he scolds you, because itâs the final act of the last movie, and youâve come so far.Â
You donât put up a fight, attention easily grabbed as the kill scenes get messier and the main cast dies off one by one. Charlieâs buzzing with excitement during the last few minutes of the movie, watching for your reaction. Your reaction is dampened by your exhaustion, but even the slightest tell of shock has his lips stretching into a smile, holding you closer as the credits begin to roll.Â
âWow,â is all you say, stretching out in his arms.Â
âWell, how do you feel?â He asks you, leaning over you as you lay back.Â
âScared, tired, a little cold,â you answer, his hair tickling your skin as his face nears yours.Â
âHm, well letâs go to bed then,â he says, sitting up and pulling you up with him.Â
You follow him to a set of taped off stairs, a thin blanket dragging on the straw covered floor behind him. He holds your hand all the way up the stairs, not wanting you to trip in your heels, spreading the blanket out over the loose stack of hay. The two of you fall onto your makeshift bed for the night, or early morning, laying on your sides as he pulls your back to his chest.
âHow about now?â He asks, arms holding you close to him.Â
âLess scared, less tired, more cold,â you answer, wishing you had also grabbed a blanket.
âLet me warm you up then,â Charlie says, an impish smile on his face as one of his hands moves between your thighs, tickling your skin as his touch trails up.
âReally? Right now?â You ask, and he canât tell if youâre excited or not, words slurring from exhaustion.Â
âOnly if you want me to,â he answers, teasing your inner thighs, pushing the hem of your dress up.Â
âOf course I want you to,â you say, his advances reassured as you open your legs for him.Â
Since your first night together, both of you have learned a lot about each otherâs sexual preferences. Although Charlie doesnât have much experience, he found that it doesnât take much to turn you on. Youâre rather needy, and despite being the one guiding him most of the time, heâs the one doing all the work. Not that he minds.
When he dips his fingers past the waistband of your panties, heâs not surprised to find that youâre already wet, teasing your clit with soft circles as his other hand gropes your tits over your dress. Your hips buck in pleasure, thighs closing around his hand as your leg falls from the force of gravity, ass barely grinding back against him as you seek friction.Â
âYou did so good tonight,â he says, undoing his jeans to pull them down. âFinally watching all of the movies like I asked,â he says, thick head of his cock stretching your slick walls as he pushes into you, your panties merely pulled to the side.Â
âAnything for you, baby,â you say, pushing back against him, needing to feel him deeper.
His hands hold your hips in place as he thrusts into you, building speed and tempo as he stifles his groans by marking your neck. You bite your fist, painfully aware of the people asleep just beneath the hayloft, struggling to keep your voice down. Itâs unfair, Charlie thinks, how good you feel wrapped around him, milking him as you get closer to orgasm.Â
âWhatâs that?â He asks, hearing you mumbling something through your fist.Â
âHarder, please,â you moan, hiding your face in the blanket.
He holds you against him tighter, hips bruising your ass as he fucks you harder. Itâs almost like youâre running away from him, grasping at the straw beside you, failing to silence your moans. He has to move one of his hands over your mouth, hearing your voice begin to echo, his other hand holding your hips in place.Â
Where once the cold nipped at your skin, youâre now sweltering, Charlieâs body heat warming you up from the inside out. With the way heâs pounding into you now, thereâs not much you can think about aside from the way the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each thrust, how it makes heat flare in your belly, and that youâre so fucking close. You donât realize youâre crying, your vision having gone blurry a while ago, but now youâre seeing stars, hurtling over the edge as he chases his own pleasure.
Youâre limp, twitching in his hold, drool and lipgloss smeared against the palm of his hand. It doesnât take long for him to finish after you, grinding his release into you as he fills you with his hot cum. You whimper from the overstimulation, breathing heavily as both of you ride out the high.
âGoodnight, baby,â Charlie whispers, arms relaxing around you as you both begin drifting off to sleep, still buried deep within you.
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Hi! So I was possibly wondering if you could do a lil something where reader is someone who is easily flustered and has a massive and I mean GIANT crush on the newly summoned ghoul, phantom. (Because I am totally normal about phantom) and little does reader know phantom also has this little massive giant crush as well and they are both like dancing around each other, and the other ghouls are like sick of their shit. Just like fluff fluff fluff ya know? I believe phantom deserves the best and I just wanna stare lovingly at him and memorize every little detail like a totally sane person :D
Iâm so sorry that was kinda long đ
I was already brainstorming when you sent the second one and I thought âoh this is PERFECTâ >:]] hehehehe
Have some fluffy New Yearâs party ghoul stuff
âWhatâs that?â
âItâs eyeliner.â
âWhyâs it in like a bottle? Rory and Rain told me itâs a pencil.â
âI like the liquid more. I think itâs easier to use.â
Phantom makes a little âohâ sound at your explanation. You try not to smile as you bring the tip of the brush to your eye. You can see Phantom staring at you with rapt attention through the mirror. His tail flicks every so often causing his piercings to jingle.
You were in the middle of getting ready for the New Yearâs party that the Ministry decided to host, though it was more of an excuse to make sure the Siblings were starting the year right with a night full of sin than to actually celebrate the passage of time. Phantom had slinked into your room when he spied you doing your makeup through the crack of your door. He scared the shit out of you at first, but when they sat down on your little stool with a quiet purr, completely absorbed with everything you were doing, you couldnât send them away. Well that and the absolutely massive crush you had on them. You thought it was a little silly, stereotypical, to fall head over heels for the new ghoul, but his sweet voice and never ending energy enthralled you. Luckily as a Sibling turned techie you were able to spend time with them without making it obvious.
âCan you give me that?â
They pick up the bottle of setting spray and hand it to you, fingers brushing against yours. You can feel the prickle of heat on your cheeks as you turn away from him. You close your eyes and spritz yourself a few times.
âWhat do you think?â You ask turning back towards him.
They stare at you with big round eyes for what seems like hours and you feel a gnawing deep in your gut.
âYouâre soâŚitâs really sparklyâ they smile so wide you can see every little fang.
âI thought the gold eyeshadow would be a fun touch.â
âI really really like itâ his tail wags behind him.
âWant me to do yours?â
Their ears perk up âreally!? Youâd do that!â
âOf course I would Phant. Since you like it so much.â
He nods his head so it makes you laugh.
âAlright okay. Go get ready and weâll go from there.â
They jump up so fast they almost fall over. Phantom runs out the door, throwing a little wave over his shoulder. While you wait for him to come back you sort through your supplies trying to come up with a good look for him. You tossed a few ideas around, but all of them fell through when you thought about the tone of his purple gray skin. All except one. You were hesitant to do it, you didnât want there to be any assumptions, but you knew the same gold you used for yourself would look even better on him.
He came back faster than you thought, though, leaving with no time to think of a different look. Heâs in a simple black button down with a gold tie undone around his neck. Now you really couldnât pick a different color for them.
âHave you ever had your makeup done before?â You ask motioning for him to sit back on the little stool.
âRory likes to try new things on meâ he grins âand Rainâs been showing me how to do it myself!â
âYeah?â
âYeah! I really like it. It makes me feel pretty.â
Youâre gorgeous
You bite your tongue and grab a spare headband. You gently brush his hair out of his face before putting it on him. He closes his eyes as you reach for the piles of brushes and pallets.
You stare at them as you work, taking in every detail of their face. You memorize every little branch of his lichtenberg figure scars. The slight sparkle to his skin youâd only ever notice this close up. The way his nose randomly twitches.
You memorize the feel of his face. The soft fuzz that covers his skin. The slight bump of the scars. The little buzz of quintessence just below the surface.
You pull your brush away from his eye and just look at him. Heâs gorgeous to you with his eyes closed and a tiny little smile on his face. For just a moment you think about what it would be like to kiss them. You wonder if their lips would be as soft as their face. You wonder if theyâd taste like the ozone that follows them. You wonder if theyâd even kiss you back.
âCan I open?â
âNot yetâ you fluster âI gotta do the other eye. Was just making sure you're symmetricalâ You shake your head a little and then get back to work.
âThere now Iâm finished. Take a look.â
They open their eyes and look at the mirror. They gasp. His tail wags so hard it hits you in the leg.
âWe you made us match! Itâs so cool!â
âYeahâ you laugh at him âI thought the gold would look best on you and itâs a good thing I went with itâ you gesture to the tie hanging loosely around his neck.
âHuhâ they look down âoh! I forgot about that. Could uhâŚhelp me? I donât know how, Cirrus does it for me.â
You turn him to face you, helping him tie it. You smooth your hands over his shoulders before turning him back towards the mirror.
âHowâs that?â
He pulls you into a hug, rocking you a little.
âI love it so much. Thank you thank you thank you for doing this for me.â
You stare into the reflection as Phantom hugs you tight. The first thing you notice is how red you look. The second is how well your outfit and Phantomâs work together. Add that with your now matching makeup and it was almost like you were going to the party with them. Almost.
âWe should go to the party together!â
WhatâŚ
âWhat?â
He lets go of you âI think it would be fun!â
âArenât you uh arenât you going with the other ghouls?â
âWell I mean yeah technically but we should still do it!â
Calm down and use your words you fool!
âYes! Yeah youâre right it would be fun. Letâs do it.â
They trill and hug you again so hard they lift you a little into the air. You think your back cracks.
The party is held in the main chapel. The pews stored who knows where to turn the unholy space into the perfect ballroom. You used to hear stories of the fantastic balls that were thrown in the Ministry in honor of the Dark Lord, now that same place is filled with ghoul and human alike dancing, drinking, grinding with each other.
You and Phantom hang near one of the tables, neither of you wanting to jump right into the crowd. You grab some punch for you both, blissfully unaware that itâs been spiked by a certain Dewdrop and Sunshine ghoul. You sip and chat about whatever comes to mind. You also have to briefly explain to Phantom the concept of New Years from a human perspective.
âYouâre forgetting the most important part dear Siblingâ Swiss saunters over to where you and Phantom stand.
You raise an eyebrow.
âYou forgoooot to tell them you have to kiss someone when itâs midnightâ he wiggles his eyebrows at Phantom.
âKiss someone?â
âYeah itâs just some silly tradition that people do. Something about setting the tone for the rest of the year.â
âSillyâ Swiss clutches his chest like heâs been wounded âWhatâs silly about wanting to start the year with some loooove.â
You briefly wonder how many drinks Swiss has had already.
âI have to kiss someone?â
âNo Phant you donât have to if you donât want to. Nobody is gonna make you.â
In an instant Swiss seems to sober up âSibling, do you mind if I borrow him for a moment?â
âOf course not. Iâll be right here when youâre done with him.â
Swiss grins and grabs Phantom by the arm dragging him along. You crane your neck to see them to the opposite side of the room where Mountain and Cumulus are standing. Suddenly you wish you had ghoul senses or the ability to read lips as you watch the very animated conversation. Cumulusâ eyes flick over accidentally catching yours. Swiss elbows her and laughs, turning back towards the conversation.
You feel yourself go red. They were definitely talking about you. What could they possibly be talking about? Had you done something? Were they upset that Phantom went with you?
You notice Phantom glancing back over at your table and theyâre practically glowing. No wait, they were glowing. The lichtenberg scars are lit up with quintessence. They looked nervous.
You decide maybe it would do you good to get some air. The heat from the party and whatever the hell was in your drink was making you feel fuzzy. You leave through one of the back doors of the chapel that thankfully werenât locked. It spits you out into the courtyard. You sit on one of the stone benches and stare up at the twinkling stars.
âHi.â
You jump hearing Phantomâs voice.
âHi.â
You donât look at him. You continue to gaze at the sky. He sits next to you on the bench.
âWhatcha doing?â
âThinking.â
âAbout what?â
You
âLife. How lucky I was to join the Ministry and do something Iâm passionate about. How excited I am to see what the year has for us.â
âUs?â
You feel that prick on your skin and your mind telling you to backpedal, come up with an excuse, but you donât. A nice feeling of warmth has spread through your body and you feel relaxed. You feel your nerves melt.
âI meanâŚyouâre not going anywhere anytime soon, so thereâll be plenty of us in the new year. We can hang out more.â
âYou wanna hang out with me?â
âPhant of course I do! Youâre so sweet! And silly! I just never know what to say.â
Itâs silent for a beat.
âYou know I can read thoughts, right?â
You donât say anything. You donât know what to say.
âWhen someone touches me I can feel their thoughts.â
Oh. OH.
He reaches his hand out, hesitating for a moment. When you donât try to shift away they place their hand on yours. You turn and look at them and you see the universe looking back. You donât know if itâs the drinks, some freaky quintessence magick, or something else but everything feels honey slow. Your eyes trace the features you were so enamored with when they were in your room.
Scars
Fuzz
Nose
Lips
Under the glow of the pale moonlight you can practically see every constellation in those little, discrete sparkles of his skin. Their mouth moves and all you can think about is kissing them. He can feel it. He repeats himself, shifting closer to you.
âI think I like you.â
You kiss him. You canât think of anything to do. Itâs all your mind can focus on. Itâs soft and sweet and he tastes like frost covered apples and ozone. You feel that buzz of quintessence rise and pop in the air. It feels warm. It feels like coming home and seeing people you havenât in years. It feels like cuddling under a new blanket. It feels like the first sip of a warm drink after playing in the snow.
When the kiss breaks you keep your foreheads pressed together. You can feel him smile before laughter fills the courtyard. He kisses you again and again and again. The Ministry bell tower rings out and they pull you in and kiss you long and deep, not letting go until the chimes fall silent.
âI hope I did it right. Is it breaking the rules to do it before midnight?â he whispers.
âEven if it was, I wouldn't care. As long as you promise more for the whole year.â
âDealâ he giggles
âHappy new years Phantomâ you kiss him again.
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this is for your launch event!! (sorry for the last ask i was on a airplane when the post came out đĽšđ)
but anyways my friends most commonly describe me as a person whoâs looks dont match their personality as in i apparently look super sweet, cute and approachable but have the exact opposite personality (đđ)
a lot of people also describe me as intimidating because im blunt but i swear im nice đđđ (i feel like im insulting myself now LMFAO) another common thing i hear is that iâm mean but secretly nice. OH and also that i never compliment people so when i do they know its genuine HELP đđ
my hobbies are drawing and anything creative honesty, i love cooking and ice skating or things that get me moving like dancing and sports!! my favourite colours are pink and ocean blue,, my fashion sense is like the igari makeup style and i have a pretty feminine energy!!
i would like to be paired with either enhypen or txt thank youuu đŤś
A/n: Thank you for submitting this for my event! This is no nice of you :) anyways, I decided to pair you up with someone from txt so I hope thats okay! Please enjoy and let me know what you think.
I pair you withâŚ.Soobin!!
As soon as you talked about your personality, I immediately know soobin would be perfect. He is a little more on the shy side and doesnât really like to take charge in situations but you seem like you would do all that in a heart beat.
If he canât make a choice on what to have for dinner, youâre able to just sweep in and make a choice. Then hes looking at you with these big, lovesick eyes because that reminds him why hes so in love with you
I also feel like he would really like your fashion/makeup style. I think soobin really likes cute girls and you seem to fit that description. He would be so excited if you buy some clothes and make up and do a fashion show or a makeup demo for him. He would practically beg. âCome onnnn. Please??â He gives you his best cute face and how can you say no to him at that point?
I feel like your personalities are very contrasted and that is perfect. Soobin seems like someone that cannot be with someone that is too similar to him or he would quickly loose interest. You bring a little change up to his life.
He loves your honesty. It makes him blush when you go up to him and tell him what you honestly think of his look that day, even if its not a very good opinion.
âSoobin, that outfit is no matching at all. Go change.â
âTeehee. Okay :)â
He would also be very supportive of your hobbies, especially ice skating. He would take you on skating dates and would watch in awe if you show him any tricks you know how to do. He would ask you to show him how to do something simple and when he falls on his butt, you pick him up and hes blushing.
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LOOKS:
Eye color:dark brown/black
Hair color:black/orange
Hair style:straight medium hair, wolfcut
Clothing style:retro 2000s
Makeup style:light makeup (I don't wear much)
Height:5'4đ
Nationality/Ethnicity:white and black (mixed), Italian
Gender:Female
PERSONALITY:
3 adjectives that describe you:Empathetic, paranoid, loyal
Are you more of the quiet type or the out going type:Sociable and quite loud-
Do you play an instruments:I play the piano and the violin
What's your type in guys:Caring (I don't really have a typeđ)
Which languages do you speak:English, Italian, Spanish (fluently)
3 bands you like to listen to:Tokio Hotel, Guns N Roses, Aerosmith
a/n: just so everybody knows, this is who I think people would fit best w/ personality and style wise. If you get someone you didn't want, that doesn't mean anything and this is just for fun!! This is also going to be written kind of like fanfiction. I also won't be putting a tag list on here.
you're matched up with...
Georg!
When you are Georg first met, you clicked instantly. He thought you were absolutely gorgeous the first time he saw you in a record store. Him and the rest of the band were searching for vinyls when he saw you. You were standing there with the rest of your friends, laughing. God, you had the most beautiful smile.
It didn't take much time for him to muster up the courage to come up to you and ask you out. Of course you said yes and all your friends with smiling and giggling. He was so sweet and looked amazing, there was no way you were going to say no.
He took you out on a first date to a movie, not a best choice georg đ so you two didn't have a lot of time to talk. but afterwards when he was driving you home, you learned so much about him. About his band, foods he likes, the music he likes, how he regrets taking you to a movie for your guys' first date đ. Honestly, it was perfect.
After that, he decided to bring you out on better dates like to restaurants and cute picnics. He definitely learned his lesson.
He's the perfect boyfriend, he always holds you and cuddles you whenever you feel down or if you're having cramps. He loves bringing you out on dates and he can't get enough of braiding your hair at night.
He could sit and listen to you talk for hours. He loves hearing you speak different languages since he can only speak German and English. But that doesn't refrain him from teaching you dumb things in German đ.
He loves that you like his band too, he wouldn't want to date someone that doesn't. Especially whenever he's playing and he can see you in the crowd smiling up at him. Plus, afterwards you and him go back stage and have some fun đ.
He also really loves playing the bass for you. When you're just half asleep, laying next to him with your cheek pressed against his shoulder and listening to him play. He adores it sm. Almost as much as he adores you.
He also really loves listening to you play the piano for him. He was never one for the piano, but after you came around he couldn't get enough of it. He loves hearing you play, and all the songs you know.
He goes to the gym sometimes, and loves working on his torso and arms. So he can always pick you up or put you on his shoulders.
He's an asshole though, and will just sit there and watch as you try and grab something from the top shelf, laughing as you climb up onto the counter to get it bc you were just too prideful to ask him.
Whenever he's out with the band and he sees something you might like he hassss to buy it. Whether it's clothes, jewelry, makeup or hair products. He just wants to make you as happy as possible.
On that note, he lets you practice your makeup on him. He just stares up at you the entire time while you practice new eyeliner techniques on him.
He's so sarcastic omg, he's such an asshole. Literally you could be saying anything and he'll have a come back, it's insane.
All and all, you and Georg are meant to be together âĽď¸
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I need to figure out my signature eye look my face makeup is finally perfected but Iâm like đł at my eyes like wtf do I do with these đľâđŤ
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ok tumblrinas are u ready. btvs live blog go
1.1
LMFAO canât get over the 90âs ass voice over in the beginning literally making me laugh out loud
heehee intro as a whole âŚ. with the rock like yasss slay
guys the jew representation in this show is off the charts. sarah michelle gellar and the other main character is willow rosenberg? no one ever talks about this. this is a jew show irl
alyson is so cute itâs so funny that they try to make her ânerdyâ with a shitty outfit like. what???? sheâs still like. so pretty.
meet cute mome with buffy and xander .. classic
also buffyâs first day outfit is soooo cute n so is she. love
xanderâs sheer shirt is like boygirl chic supreme. loveee again
GERM WAREFARE????????? WHAT
free my bitch willow she aint done nothing but be sustainable
love him already (giles) why is he like this
giles is boygirl supreme actually iâve decided or maybe heâs just british
GIRL REALLY THOUGHT HE COULD PLACE DOWN A BOOK OF VAMPYR AND NOT FREAK OUT????
sometimes joss whedon writes shit and like. u just have to sit and think
did people talk like this in the 90s
i love how buffy is like fuck this shit like yes girl fuck this shit
no bc the way that it must be so hard to hold this secret and have to watch her destroy not just her life but her momâs and everyone around herâsâŚ
yasss girl live in ur dark cave, chant ominously and give us nothing đđ
âhi! im an enormous slut!â pissing myself
if this was me and i was 16 i would not be allowed to go to a club. like? girl do u care abt ur daughter at all?
this dude in his velvet coatâŚ.. and being destroyed by buffy instantly⌠yeah⌠yeahâŚ
if this is the place to be in sunnydale i think iâd just never leave my house if i lived there
WHEN DOES WILLOW BECOME A LESBIAN đđ i know she does i just canât wait
ok but jesse literally canât catch a hint like leave her alone
FREE MY BITCH WILLOW make her a lesbian now so she doesnât fall for this vampire dick
âwhat is your childhood traumaâ the way i have fully said these words before but in an entirely different context
the vampire makeup is sooo funny tho i think we need to bring back practical effects exclusively so we can have gold like this again
i know by young and fresh they mean virgins and i just donât know why they donât just say it
kinda love how they chose this dark ass place to hide the shitty fight choreography and makeup
thinking about how joss whedon went on to write parts of the MCU and u can literally hear the quips starting now LMFAO
love the overarching plot explanation now⌠we need that structure yasss
1.2
wow literally forgot this was a 2 parter but also they put their whole pussy into this shit
the amount of christian mythology here does give it negative points for being a jew show :/
dirty cave back đđ we love to see it⌠candle lit, large throne, perfect for all
ALSO PISSING MYSELF WITH HOW THE VAMPIRES ARE LISPING WITH THE FUCKING TEETH IN THEIR MOUTHS đđđ LITERALLY LMFAO
this show is soooo acab like yes the police cant do anything and only come with guns đ
this show is actually so feminist because the 4 main protagonists are all women
fuck this guy (the principal)
i love her (buffy)
the cross is so ugly but i know they had to make it this big to show up on the shitty fucking quality of the tvs in the 90s
velvet coat guyâs name is angel and itâs like they want u to trip over the plot
sooo true xander i would also skip chem class
when sheâs experienced and is willing to cut someoneâs head off with an x-acto knife
fuck that guy (cordelia)
i love her (willow)
girlies RUNâŚ.
NOT THE LISPS AGAIN đđ
jesse is infinitely more interesting as a vampire and im happy they freed him from being boring
giles in rolled sleeves is strangely attractive to me. actually i think i just think giles is weirdly hot in general. maybe it is because he is british.
phantom of the opera ass score like DUNDUN DUN DUN
who wrote that essay about the inherent sexuality of vampires. yeah⌠yeahâŚ
âthe thtarths themthelveths will hide!â please
i do feel so bad for buffy tho like fr society if she just could be normal
crying over the heads of garlic just there in her supply box. like how would be use those to stop them đđ
ok but like. is them going to a club and drinking the drinks there implying that they are always drunk at the bronze at 16 year olds??? itâs so weird
cordelia needs to listen to goodbye earl by the chicks and i think that would fix her
90s censorship laws be like. no blood allowed! but yes to 16 year olds at clubs!
ok maybe i do rly like this show like a lot
buffy should be included in discussions of feminism fr like she walked so yâall could run
giles immediately getting taken down by a vampire is truly the most camp and hilarious thing he could do
the master lying and screaming on the floor no is so me core!
angel shut the fuck up have faith
u averted the apocalypse for now
i love how buffy has friends like :â) yay sheâs not alone anymore
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