Private Written Analysis-Bigflo
hi hello i am here to request a written analysis ship with bigflo! private please! ^^
Of course my lovely @witch-harin ~ As always, I hope you like your ship, feel free to request again, and have a lovely day~ Also, I’m sorry if this is a bit out of character for you. ^^
In Bigflo, I ship you with Hightop!
You were in your living room, practicing for an upcoming event that you were given the role of singing in. You were beyond nervous with just the amount of people that were going to be showing up, larger than what you’ve done before.
And your boyfriend was not at all helpful in the situation.
Such as now, when you were trying to sing, and anytime you took a break to breathe, he was repeating the last few words in a breathy voice, sounding sultry and alluring but definitely not helpful.
When he started to do it again, you turned and huffed. “Stop it!” you snapped, making him practically jump out of his skin, leaping off the couch, ready to protect himself if need be.
"Stop what?" he asked, holding his hands up in surrender.
You stepped closer, jabbing your finger into his chest. "You know what, stop it. It's sexy and very unnecessary. I'm trying to focus."
He huffed and dropped his arms to his sides dramatically. "You always are! I'm just trying to have some fun with you!"
You shook your head. "Now's not a time for fun, now's a time for me focusing so I can get this absolutely perfect, I really can't mess this up right now,.."
He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting. "You neglect me so. What kind of boyfriend am I if my girlfriend doesn't even want to spend time with me?" he asked, putting on a show as he threw up his hands and started walking towards the kitchen.
You groaned in defeat. "Fine, let me get a little more practice done without your interuptions and then we can do something together, alright?"
He took no time doing a full 180 on his heels, walking in front of you and grinning. "Sounds like a plan, love you~" he said, pecking your nose before leaving the room, assumedly to gather stuff he wanted for your time together.