°Dabi was simply cleaning around…Okay , he was totally going through your stuff .
°You were always scribbling something in that damn notebook , but you would never let him see , and it drove him mad.
°After making a mess , he found the notebook under your mattress “ tsk tsk..such a secret maker..”
°He found a first drawing of him , a cute doodle , with big round cheeks “ cute” he thought .
°He also find your grocery list . He added some snack because it’s gonna be free anyways, so why the hell not ?
°The he stumbles upon one drawing.. Shirtless , his jean’s button undone ,posing like a real model.
°A smirked popped up immediately
°” so that’s what you’ve been hiding ? Naughty”
° He got so caught up with the little comics you made , that made him laugh so much , the sexy drawings , and some cute notes / gift ideas for him , he didn’t heard you walk in..
° “ Y/N , damn , you’re a good artist , and DAMN, you’re such a pervert” you blushed your blood away as he pulled you against him , sitting you down on his Lapp to continue the reading session of your now , not so secret , art book.
Sorry It was a bit short , but I actually started it as an scenario but then realized that it wasn’t supposed to be one and..yeah. I still hope you enjoy it , the idea is super cute and even I , can’t help but draw him from time to time !
Don’t hesitate to ask me anything , I’m always up to chat with y’all 🙂
“If anyone asks you, I have been studying with you all day.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, pinching the phone between your shoulder and your ear. You needed your hands to wash the dishes from lunch. After a quick glance behind you, you knew no one was around to hear you. “Okay, but why?”
“I don’t have time to explain everything-” you could hear Superboy shouting in the background, then the sound of metal clashing- “but I will later tonight. I’ll call you back then, alright?”
Still confused and concerned, you decided it would be best to wait until he had time. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t forget to call me,” you replied. He hung up immediately after, without so much as a goodbye.
Eyebrows still knitted together, you placed the phone back on the window sill and went back to rinsing off the last few dishes. However, you were once again interrupted by your phone chiming to alert you to a call.
When you picked it up with a sigh, you found Bruce’s contact flashing across the screen.
Shortly after an incident about two months ago involving Damian refusing to answer anyone’s calls but yours, Bruce had given you his number – in the very likely event that it would happen again.
You drew in a deep breath. “Hello, Mr. Wayne.”
“Hello, [Y/N]. Have you by any chance spoken to Damian lately?” He spoke quickly, sounding out of breath himself.
“Yes, in fact,” you glanced at the clock, “he just left here a few minutes ago to get some snacks.” You were prouder than you should have been at how easy it had become to lie to Bruce over the course of yours and Damian’s relationship.
“Snacks? What are you two doing?” He was trying to sound casual, but you could hear the skepticism and slight panic underlying his voice.
“Well, we were studying, but then we decided to watch a movie marathon, but my mom didn’t buy popcorn this week, so Damian offered to get some,” you explained, turning the water to the sink off. “Didn’t he tell you? Did he even ask if he could spend the night?”
Bruce was quiet for a minute. “No, no he didn’t.” He sighed. You could imagine him standing in the Cave, pinching the bridge of his nose, or rubbing a hand down his face. “Um, would you tell him that I called? And that it’s fine if he stays the night, but tell him to call me.”
By the sound of it, you thought Damian might appreciate the peace of your home as apposed to the chaos of his.
You bit back a smile. “Yeah, sure. I’ll tell him as soon as he gets back, Mr. Wayne.”
“Thank you, [Y/N], I appreciate it.”
“Of course. Bye, Mr. Wayne.”
“Goodbye.”
You sighed and hung up. Then you quickly pulled up yours and Damian’s text messages. In one long text, you explained what you had said and when everything had happened, so that if Bruce asked him later your stories differ.
With a smile on your face, your dropped onto your couch. He would owe you for this one, and you planned to utilize that fact accordingly.
-It only came up because you and Rem were going to a party together and you were worrying over if the dresses you had were too formal or too informal.
-Rem reaches past you and picks up a short sleeved dress off the bed. “How about this? This is about right for where we’re going?”
-You inwardly cringe. Your stretch marks, on display for the world to see. No. “I don’t know how I feel about that one…”
– “Why? You used to wear this a lot.”
– “I did… but then I gained some weight and got stretch marks on my arms.”
Rem stares at you blankly, clearly not comprehending what the problem is.
-You sigh and roll up your sleeve, revealing what look like bright red scratches running along your upper arm. “See?” You can’t quite look him in the eye.
– “…I see.” Rem still seems a little bit confused. “But aren’t those normal for humans?”
“It doesn’t mean I want people to see them.”
-He hesitates, then reaches across and pulls a cardigan off the bed. “You could wear this with it, if you don’t want people to see them. But just know that those marks are something that lots of others have and that you are beautiful with them.”
Urie
-Urie noticed something was a little bit off, but he didn’t put it all together until he accidentally walked in on you changing.
– “Butterfly, I – oh!”
-You squeal in surprise and scramble to grab a shirt to cover up. You don’t quite do it in time and Urie gets a good look at the bright red, scratch like marks that run up your stomach.
-You instinctively hold your arms in front of your stomach, trying to hide them. You turn around to get your shirt.
-A hand settles on your shoulder and Urie pulls you back around. “May I see?”
-You shake your head vigorously. “They’re stretch marks, what could you possibly need to see?”
Urie “They’re a part of you, and I adore every inch of you.”
You shake your head weakly. “Urie… while I appreciate that, they are stretch marks.”
-Urie shakes his head. “You are absolutely beautiful, and you are absolutely unique. Those marks are part of what makes you unique.” He takes your hand. “May I?”
-You slowly move your arm, letting him see the marks on your stomach.
-Urie ignores the marks and wraps both arms around you, pulling you against him. “Don’t say parts of you are ugly. Nothing about you could ever be ugly to me. Things like that are what make you yourself, and you’re wonderful to me.”
Mage
-He questioned why you wore so many long sleeved shirts, given the weather, but you look great so he didn’t care.
-Then he decided he wanted to drag you to the beach. Which would, naturally, require a bathing suit.
– “Mage, I don’t think -”
“Come on, it’s hot out! Just get your bathing suit and we can go.”
-There’s nothing for it. “Mage…” You roll up your sleeves to show him. “I don’t really want people to see these.”
Mage looks at them for a moment. “That’s it?”
-“It?”
“Most humans have marks like that somewhere, right?”
“Yeah… but that doesn’t mean I really want people to see mine.”
-He leaves it alone after that and doesn’t try to pressure you into things like that again.
Shiki
-He appears suddenly in the middle of you changing.
“Ah!” You instinctively try to cover yourself with your arms. “What did I say about randomly appearing when I’m changing?!”
Shiki shrugs. “I got tired of waiting.” He squints. “Hey, what are those?”
“What?”
“All those red marks on your stomach and your hips. Are they new?”
You cross your arms across your stomach as your face heats up.
-He walks across to you and pulls your arms aside, studying the marks intensely.
You don’t dare look into his eyes.
Shiki begins to trace one of them with his finger. “What are these?”
“They’re… stretch marks?”
“Is that what they’re called?” He seems fascinated, continuing to trace them with his finger. He’s silent for a few moments. “Stretch marks…”
– “You… don’t you think they’re kind of…”
“Kind of what?” His eyes remain fixed on the marks, clearly fascinated. “You humans have such interesting bodies…”
“…Never mind.”
Lindo
-He would never have thought about it if he hadn’t noticed that it was the middle of summer and you were wearing long pants.
“Hey, aren’t you hot? It’s 40 degrees out. Are you sure you want to wear those?”
“It’s fine.”
“Are you sure?”
-You’re at home and Lindo won’t leave you alone about you overheating, so you sigh and go to change. Once he sees, he’ll leave you alone about it.
-When you walk back downstairs, he takes a look, eyes halting at the marks momentarily. “See? I’m not exactly…”
“You’re not exactly what?” Lindo stares at you for a moment, as if considering what to say next. “If you want to cover them up, for whatever reason, that’s up to you. But a couple marks on your legs don’t matter to me. I like your legs as they are, because they’re yours.”
Roen
-Roen notices your attempts to hide the marks on your arms, wearing long sleeves all the time no matter what the weather is.
-He doesn’t bring it up with you though. He wants you to bring it up if it’s an issue for you and communicate with him, as long as it’s not detrimental to your well being.
-When he finds you examining them in the mirror and looking upset, he stands behind you and decides to finally speak up. “You know those are normal, right? There’s nothing wrong with having them.”
-You turn around. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I really like them either… they don’t look very good.”
– Roen walks across to you and takes both your hands. “You are lovely. Those stretch marks don’t determine whether or not you are attractive.” He releases your hands and goes in for a hug. “You might not be comfortable showing them in public, but if you want to wear short sleeves around the house, I want you to feel comfortable doing that. I don’t honestly don’t care about them.”
Peter rummaged around his backpack, pulling out crumpled notes and empty pens, scattering it all over Mr. Stark’s lab counter. He sighs when he sees the mess he made. He should really clean his backpack. Deciding that he would clean up later, Peter scanned the tables and chairs in the lab for the fifth time.
He huffs, pouting a little, although he will never admit that. His phone is nowhere to be found. Maybe he left it in his locker? No, he could’ve sworn he used his phone in the lab not too long ago.
Jumping off his perch, he crouched on the floor to look under the tables, only to bump his head on the chair when he got up.
A yelp escaped his throat and he brought up a hand to rub the sore spot on his forehead.
“Are you okay, Peter?” FRIDAY chimed, amusement lacing her voice.
“Yeah, yeah I-I’m ok.” Peter said, trying to ignore the fact that he’s blushing because an A.I. saw his clumsiness.
“May I ask what you’re searching for, Peter?”
“O-oh! I’m looking for my phone.”
Of course. How could he not think of asking FRIDAY. At times like this, he wonders if he really is a genius like what others say he is.
“I’ve located it on the kitchen counter.”
Peter’s eyes lit up as he remembered scrolling on his phone while munching on the sandwhiches Pepper fixed for him.
“Thanks FRIDAY!”
Shuffling into the kitchen, Peter’s eyes landed on Mr. Stark, who’s sipping his coffee while his fingers tap rhytmically on his tablet, and beside his tablet, is Peter’s phone.
“Hey Mr. Stark,” Peter greeted as he made a grab for his phone.
“Who’s the girl your phone?”
Peter, who had turned to go back to fixing his webshooters, froze.
He slowly turned around, and Tony had to hold his breath to hold in his laugh at the sight of Peter’s deer in headlights look.
“W-what?”
Tony watched as the boy practically squirmed.
“You know, the girl on your lockscreen.”
“I…I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter stuttered, his face burning as he looked everywhere but at Tony.
Tony smirked. It’s cute how terrible the kid is at lying. How the world haven’t known of his alter ego is seriously lost on him.
“You can’t lie to me, Pete.” Tony said, giving him a pointed look making Peter sigh in defeat.
“She’s just a friend, Mr. Stark.”
“A friend who you put as your lockscreen and turned red as a lobster when I asked about her. Yeah yeah sure, just a friend.”
***
“Hey, Happy!” Peter greeted as he got in the car, excited for another day with Mr. Stark.
Happy cleared his throat, and Peter looked up and gasped when he noticed Tony sitting shotgun.
“Mr. Stark! What are you doing here?” Peter asked, leaning to the front while bouncing in his seat like an over-excited puppy. “And why aren’t we moving? Are we going to a missi-
“The girl in the blue sweater! Can you come over here for a second?” Tony yelled out the window, making you swivel around and pointing to yourself to confim. “Yes, you.”
Peter spluttered, his eyes widen comically when he realized it’s you. “Mr. Stark! What are you doing?! Please, please don’t!”
He stared in horror as you made your way to the car. “Mr. Stark if she finds out about my crush, she’ll never talk to me again!” Peter whisper-shouted in Tony’s ear.
Tony ignored him, smirking a little at the fact that Peter finally admitted his crush. “You’re Peter’s friend right?” Tony asked you through the window.
“Um yeah,” You answered, then gave a small wave and smile when you caught Peter’s eye.
Tony chuckled under his breath when he caught sight of Peter in the rearview mirror returning your wave with a pink tint on his cheeks.
“Hop in, we’re going to grab some food.”
***
“Y/N, you should call your parents. Tell them I’ll drop you off on the way to the tower,” Tony suggested as he ate the last bite of his steak.
“Oh! Almost forgot about that,” You exclaimed and started digging through your backpack. “Crap. I think I left my phone in the car.”
Peter eyed Tony suspiciously. He had a feeling that Tony has something up his sleeve from the moment he invited you to come along. And oh, is he unfortunately right.
“You can borrow Peter’s phone. I’m sure he won’t mind, right Peter?” Tony urged, looking at Peter with a mischevious glint in his eyes.
He’s gonna kill Tony for this.
“W-what? Uh… um I the uh battery is-“
“Here you go.” Tony pulled Peter’s phone from his pocket and offered it to you. Tony glanced at Peter who’s mouth is hung open, and for a second got worried that his eyes might fall out by how huge it is.
“I need to go to the restroom,” Tony announce and slid out his chair. He could practically feel Peter’s murderous gaze burning through the back of his head as he went.
Peter waited with bated breath as you turned on his phone. He feels like he’s going to faint when your eyes widen and flicked up to meet his.
“Peter.”
You looked back at his phone, to stare at his lockscreen. You remember that day. It was when you went to a carnival with him, Ned, and Michelle. What you didn’t remember or even notice is Peter taking pictures. Although you have to admit, the photo is gorgeous. You look so happy, holding a hideous teddy bear that Peter had won for you. Maybe Peter should do photography.
“I am soo sorry. I know it’s creepy. I just- I really like you. And you look so pretty in that picture. Oh god I’m making this worse am I?” Peter rambled, his eyes wild and looking everwhere but at you.
“Hey, hey Peter.” You snapped your fingers in front of him. When he can finally make eye contact again, you smiled shyly. “I like you too.”
“Y-you do?” Peter asked, his voice breathless and his face still crimson.
“Yes, Peter.” You chuckled u Peter let out a happy squeak in response, which prompted his blush to spread to the tip of his ears. “C’mere.”
Peter got up and slid into the seat next to you shyly. You open the camera on his phone and flipped the camera for a selfie.
“Let’s take a selfie for your new lockscreen.”
Peter’s eyes flew open when he feels your lips on his cheek and a second later, a snap of the camera was heard.
“Perfect.”
***
With a bowl of popcorn in hand, Tony sat next to Peter on the sofa, then proceeded to snuggle into the pillows and blanket, getting comfy for their movie night.
“What do you wanna watch, Pete?” Tony asked as he clicked on Netflix with his remote. Peter stayed silent.
“Kid?”
Tony turned his head to check on Peter, only to shut up immediately. The kid is looking at something on his phone while grinning like an idiot. And is that a blush he sees?
Craning his neck, Tony discreetly peeked at Peter’s phone. When he finally got a glimpse, his lips stretched into a huge grin.
He’s a matchmaking genius and Peter’s new lockscreen is the proof.
– You just want to be near Tamaki, want some form of loving contact so much that it hurts, but you’re worried. You’re don’t want to be that girlfriend, the one that’s constantly clinging to their boyfriend or make him uncomfortable. Tamaki doesn’t like a lot of physical contact, and you can’t be selfish. That’s what you tell yourself as you fake a smile and continue talking to Nejire, Tamaki centimeters away from you.
– Poor Tamaki doesn’t understand why you’re avoiding contact, he swears that you enjoy it when he pulls you into a hug or holds your hand, but you always pull away too early. Or when you do initiate contact you immediately seem to freeze and then are pulling away with a conflicted reluctance. It makes him feel a bit insecure, especially with how outgoing and touchy you are with your friends.
– He sees you casually leaning against one of your girl friends, holding hands, laying a hand on Mirio’s shoulder and wonders why you can’t be like that with him. Did he do something to make you think that he didn’t want you to touch him? Yeah he likes some space, but you’re you, you’re his girlfriend and he cares about you. Was he being selfish? Did you even like him?
– When this whole thing has been going on too long and both of you are touch starved and insecure about your relationship mirio begins to notice. How could he not when his best friend is this down in the dumps. So he confronts Tamaki about it, who tries to ignore it, but Mirio knows Tamaki and eventually the black haired teen spills everything extremely reluctantly. Mirio basically just tells Tamaki to talk to you about it, but how can he talk about it with you? What if you don’t think anything’s weird, or if you think that he’s weird. It’s just too scary.
– Tamaki does end up talking to you, but he isn’t the one to begin the conversation. You eventually begin to notice how that your boyfriend is acting different and seems more reserved than normal. So you ask him if he’s okay after school one day, he probably doesn’t respond, and you just sigh, waiting for him to be comfortable with telling you. You really want to hug him or hold his hand right now, and you give in to the need, placing you hand over his. He looks down at it and that’s when he responds in a quiet voice, “Why don’t you do that more often.”
– Now that everything’s out in the open, you’re apologizing profusely, with your arms squeezing Tamaki in a hug. He wraps his arms around you in a lighter embrace, forehead resting on your shoulder as he listens to you ramble about how you didn’t want to be clingy or overbearing or annoying or some many other things. Tamaki mumbles a response regarding his own insecurities, and you laugh, squeezing him tighter. You’re crying now, saying how stupid both of you were when Tamaki partially releases himself from your grip to look at your face and press a light kiss to one of the tears on your face. You laugh again, relieved that this whole mess is over with before littering your own small kisses over Tamaki’s, now very red, face.
– There are still times where you think you might feel a like you’re being too clingy or annoying Tamaki, however you’re getting pretty good at it now. Tamaki can tell by now when you’re feeling this way and tries to make you not feel like that, sometimes swallowing his shyness to do so, although that’s really hard for him and doesn’t happen all that much.
Hope you’re having a wonderful day too anon, and if you aren’t that it gets better! {Keep in mind I don’t look after these after I write them}
When
most people say they love animals, they usually mean stereotypically
cute, furry ones, like cats and dogs. His S/O being super into the
snakes would be a pleasant surprise considering he’s used to
people being afraid of or hating snakes. He would really love
watching them interact with the snakes; especially because the
snakes all love them too.
Sometimes
Peter and Wendy would make flower crowns for Snake, so he has no
problem at all with flowers. (Unless they happen to be ones he’s
allergic to, of course.) Often when he and his S/O aren’t busy,
they can be found in the garden – with the snakes slithering
happily around them – weaving flowers into crowns, necklaces, and
bracelets for each other.
His
face just goes completely red whenever they say something nice to
him. Being half-snake, he’s immediately struck by the urge to just
find somewhere to hide whenever he feels threatened. Although
someone being kind to him is about the furthest thing from a threat
there is, it’s something he has very little experience with, so it feels like he’s being threatened. Very rarely does he try
to squeeze himself into a small space because of it; usually he just
hides his face in his hands and hopes his S/O doesn’t notice how
embarrassed a simple compliment has made him.
Doesn’t
mind a lot of hugs once he gets adjusted to giving and receiving
them. Again, this is something he hasn’t had a lot of experience
with. He might jump the first few times, but once he settles into
it, he’s actually very cuddly and physically affectionate. He also
has no qualms about PDA, especially if he’s feeling nervous and
needs emotional support.
Whenever
something’s wrong and he needs to be treated by a doctor, he
refuses to be treated by anyone but them, even if it means having to
wait. Even though he doesn’t distrust other doctors, he’s just a
lot more comfortable with them. They have a wonderful bedside
manner, their touches are gentle, and he trusts them with his life
like you wouldn’t believe.
He
really, really likes their scent. It’s comforting to him, and he
always has a little piece of cloth or something with their scent on
it in his pocket. That’s just in case he’s away from them and is
anxious; their scent makes him think of them and immediately calms
him down at least a little. Regardless of what exactly they smell
like, when he’s asked about their scent, he always responds that
“they smell like home”.
Undertaker
One
might assume that this isn’t the kind of person who’d make a
good match for him. Surprisingly or perhaps not, they’re a great
match. He thinks they have the most beautiful smile and laugh, and
spends a lot of time trying to come up with ways to make them happy.
The
fact that they’re a doctor means he’s constantly trying to pick
their brain about medical topics. Although he’s got a
knowledgeable team of doctors working for the Aurora Society
already, more never hurts when it comes to things like this. He’s
especially interested in any research they’ve done recently, and
plays it off as the simple curiosity of a mortician.
He’s
intimately familiar with things like the language of flowers, given
that he spends a lot of time around flowers for funerals. He doesn’t
make up arrangements himself, of course, but he knows what all of
them mean. His S/O shouldn’t be surprised if they receive a
bouquet that silently and scandalously announces his love for them.
(… More than once. The man’s smitten.)
All
types of animals tend to either love or hate him, so the jury’s
out on that part. That said, he adores their passion for any kind of
animal, and will happily come up with at least a million jokes about
their favorite animal to make them laugh.
He
loves, loves, loves physical affection. It always makes him
beam whenever they come up and hug him, and snuggling with them is
one of his few great joys in life. He will be forever ambushing them
with hugs and kisses, whether they’re in public or private. He
loves them and doesn’t care if the whole world knows it. Also,
whenever he mentions ‘sweet things’ and is asked what he thinks the
sweetest thing in the world is, he says it’s his S/O’s
kiss.
Their
kindness is one of the things he thinks is so fascinating about
them. How do they do it? How are they so polite to everyone, even
people who might not deserve it? Despite not understanding it, he
wants to, and he can’t help himself from just watching them to try
and comprehend how they can stand to be so kind to everyone.
Here you have it! Thank you for your lovely request, anon ❤ I really hope you like it! Have a lovely pride month ❤ ❤
Yoosung
He is a bit confused.
He had always understood and respected homosexual people, and knew the term “bisexual,” but he had never really thought about it before or met anyone who identified themselves with it.
He’s really supportive, though, and gets to understand it pretty well. Surprisingly well. Really, really well.
“MC, I think I’m bi too??”
He is so happy that MC shared it with him and that they taught him something more about himself ❤
Zen
He feels really happy about MC having shared it with him.
He is really supportive and would help MC coming out to their family if they need it.
He realises then that bisexual people don’t have as much visibility as homosexuality and starts raising awareness of it in his social media and press.
Taking selfies with MC with the flag of bisexuality~
Jaehee
She is so honoured that MC has shared it with her.
She understand how difficult it is to come out as queer and all the stigma and prejudices that comes to being bisexual.
“I am bisexual too,” she would reply with a shy smile.
She is not ready to come out to any other person yet, but is so relieved and happy that MC understands her, and that raises her confidence.
Jumin
As Yoosung, he is confused at first because the term is quite new to him.
Of course, he doesn’t mind since he loves every part of MC, but he wants to understand them more.
Asks Jaehee to carry out a research on every kind of sexuality that exists [insert a shy and lowkey panicking Jaehee]
He is fascinated and impressed at how many kinds of sexual orientation exist, and he is so surprised about the different shades in each one.
“I think I identify as demisexual, MC.”
Happy that MC has widened his horizons and taught him something about himself, too.
707
“Saaaaame!” he would reply.
He honestly had guessed so, since he just wants to assume everyone is bi until proven otherwise.
They would engage in a long conversation about sexuality and gender quite enlightening for both of them.
Seven would come out as genderfluid as well.
He’s really happy that MC has come out to him ❤
V
He listens to them, understanding.
He loves them for everything they are and so he would tell them.
Lots of reassurance and support~
He’s honoured that they have told him.
Then onwards, he would try to portray more queer topics in his photographs and paintings.
Saeran
He doesn’t know what that means or imply.
He has always lived locked out from the world and has never even explored his own sexuality or thought about it, so he doesn’t even fully understand that coming out as queer is such a big of a deal.
“But you still love me, don’t you?” he would ask when MC tries to explain.
He would research about the topic and when he finally understands, he would find out he doesn’t really care what sexuality MC identifies themselves with as long as they love him.
He believes he might me demisexual.
Vanderwood
As Saeran, he doesn’t really care as long as MC loves him.
Lowkey feels he has more people to be careful of when they approach MC
He has always believed some of the stigma that comes with being bisexual, but fortunately he will work on deconstructing them.
He loves MC as they are ❤
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