summary: you are one of those women who take pride into what she wears, always dragging the attention towards herself, knowing her outfits and confidence are the main reason why she is an ideal picture for little girls.
who would think the same girl is also in love with a guy who’s life only contains movies and her?
warning(s): non. just pure fluff. bad grammar (my bad).
although I proofread this one, I fear i still have some grammar mistakes, I have a disorder where I can’t easily find them or accidentally overlook them!
You walk like the world belongs and loves you.
Your white, deary, heart-shaped heels click confidently against the pavement — sharp yet delicate — your hair bouncing with every step. Heads turn when you pass by. Nothing new. They stare with envy, hunger or admiration.
You don’t look at any of them.
At this point you are used on being looked at; they turn to background noises.
Most people would assume you’re on your way to meet up with your girlfriends to catch up with their gossip or simply to spend Daddy’s good ol’ money.
That’s the story that suits you best in their minds.
But that isn’t the case.
The further you walk across the streets, the dirtier they become. Walls are covered in graffiti and torn movie posters, the ink beginning to fade.
Anyone who would look at you would assume your presence here has to be some sort of joke.
They didn’t even realize that your lip-gloss-stained lips begin to curl into a soft smile as you stop in front of something so painfully ordinary — so ordinary that it looks like it comes from the deepest hallucination. . . with you in it.
A plain movie store.
The paint is slightly chipped. The display windows desperately need cleaning. There’s nothing glorious about it.
You took a glance around it and push the door open.
The bell rings softly, announcing a new customer entered their precious store. Nothing changes. You know if you need help, you should go to the counter.
Entering the store, a wave of warmth spreads across your skin, causing goosebumps to rise. The smell was a mixture of faint dust, cigarettes and old VHS tapes which are stacked all over the place.
Turning towards the counter, you see a rather skinny man, and your heart swells with excitement.
That man is your boyfriend, Lenny.
He is leaning forward, elbow resting on a shelf nearby, his focus entirely on the little TV in front of him. He wears a grey cap pulled low, a shirt with looks like a graphic design from the movie “the silence of the lamps” with some random jacket he found over it, and simple pair of jeans. His fingers pick at a stack of tapes labeled “frequently used”.
From the looks of it is he watching “Mothra vs. Godzilla”, a classic.
A franchise he loves a lot and introduced you to. Let’s jus say. . . you enjoy them too. . . a lot.
You stay near the door, just watching him.
The way his eyes are so focused. The way his mouth moves along quotes he remembers by heart. The way he forgets the rest of the world.
You love seeing your man like this.
The socially awkward guy standing there, completely in his element, absorbed in the story — rather then life.
You slip around the counter quietly and step behind him. Carefully, you lift your hands and cover his eyes.
"Guess who?"
He startles — practically jumps — and you have to fight back a laugh.
Though his entire posture softens the moment the sweet smell of perfume lingers in his nose. He decides to play along.
“Hmm,” he hums, pretending to think very dramatically, tapping one of your wrists like he’s deep in deduction. “Could it be a special girl who said Scream would’ve ended in twenty minutes if people just stopped answering mysterious phone calls?”
You scoff. "I stand by that! I mean who answers the phone when there is a masked killer walking around?!"
He gently peels your hands away and guides you in front of him. One hand slides down to your waist automatically; the other points at you like he’s declaring a crime scene. “You, madam, are a monster.” He says, pulling you closer to him.
“They’re teenagers,” he defends. “Bad decisions are the point.”
"Bad decisions shouldn't be personality traits"
He tries not to snicker. Fails pathetically.
“You said — and I quote — ‘if someone asks me what my favorite scary movie is, I’m hanging up.’”
"That's basic survival instincs."
“You’re ruining meta-horror perfection”
"Oh please," you fire back, head falling back with a dramatic, heavy sigh while your hands fiddle with the fabric of his jacket. "Meta or not, everyone in that movie makes the dumbest decisions imaginable."
He smirks and mercilessly tickle your sides. You shriek, flailing and laughing, arms trying to push him away from you but failing spectacularly.
"Okay! Okay! I admit it!" you gasp between shrieks. "Stop! you're cheating!"
“I am not cheating,” he grins, fingers still digging into your sides just enough to torture you. “I am defending cinematic integrity — which you’re ruining for me!”
He finally relents, stopping his torture just enough for you to finally breathe. His hands stay on your waist, where they belong.
"I am not! In fact you like it when I ruin them for you."
“I absolutely don’t.”
"You do. You love explaining them again."
He pauses. That really hit him. Because you’re right.
He raises a brow with a smile. He pulls you closer, making you practically feel each other’s heartbeat.
“You just don’t appreciate the rules,” he says quietly.
"I appreciate logic." you stated, voice also quieter.
“It’s satire.”
"It's people ignoring obvious red flags."
He looks at you as if you could hold his entire heart and treat it with such care no one could describe.
“You’re impossible.” he mutters.
"And yet you're dating me," you hum softly, eyes glowing as if someone cast a spell on you. You lean closer to him until your noses touch.
He laughs — a deep, warm laugh that makes your heart ache more than anything you felt not even a minute ago. But it is a good ache, one you never want to get rid of.
Without breaking the moment, he leans down and kisses you.
It isn’t rushed. It isn’t dramatic. It isn’t from a romcom.
It’s warm. Familiar. Certain.
It’s like being back home.
The TV continues to flicker behind you. The faint roar of Godzilla and the high-pitched wail of Mothra reach your ears, but you barely notice. This was more important.
You pull away slightly, gasping for air, forehead resting against his.
"For the record," you glance in his eyes, "I'd survive longer than all of them."
He smirks again, this time amused, thumb caressing the fabric of your shirt as it rises and falls with each movement.
“Yeah? You’d be the final girl?”
"Obviously."
He shakes his head, still grinning as if he won a ticket war to a popular movie.
“One question. Why are you here?” he asks, knowing the answer but still wanting to hear it. It makes him feel delusional.
"Thought I come and pick you up," you state, booping his nose while stepping back - out of his reach - to look at a tape behind him that caught your eye.
He frowned as your warmth fades, but decides to turn off the TV and place the tape back into its case so as not damage the goods.
"Your shift should be over by now anyway." You mumble, taking the tape off the shelf to examine the description.
Surprisingly, it’s “Dirty Dancing.” You don’t know why you’ve never watched this specific movie before, even though your friends were begging you to.
Lenny sees your curiosity and comes behind you to see what you’re looking at. “Seriously? This one?” he says, almost disappointed.
You tilt your head, raising a brow. "What? I'm not spending my entire life watching thrillers or whatever with you. I want romance," you say with a little sass in your voice.
He hums with an eye roll — mocking, not annoyed. “C’mon then, take it with you, even though you have enough ‘romance’ around you” he explains playfully, gently taking the tape from your hands and puts it in his pocket.
A squeak of excitement escapes you at his words. You move closer to him, letting his arm rest on your shoulder as he pulls you close. In return you rest your head at the small space between his chest and arm, as if you were made to be there.
You two begin to make your way out of the store, knowing Lenny doesn’t need to close it because kitjo is still inside, doing gods know what. Back at his place you’ll cuddle and watch the movie he made you take — knowing damn well this will lead somewhere else entirely.
fandom(s); mads mikkelsen. mha. haikyuu. blue lock. kny.
different characters are allowed to be requested, I will inform you guys if I don't feel comfortable with that character and add an "please don't request" if needed !
those characters mentioned are characters i personally enjoy writing for !
please request them, I love them: ✦
currently focused on my hero academia !
MADS MIKKELSEN
might not accept some requests due to personal discomfort !
if you want from an entire class -> (e.g. class A & how they react to you [. . .](idk lost ideas))
OTHERS ARE OVER 100% ALLOWED PLS DONT HESITATE BC THEY ARENT ON HERE
ships x reader are allowed as well.
Izuku midoriya. ✦
Katsuki bakugou. ✦ PLSPLSPLS.
Shoto todoroki.
Eijiro kirishima. ✦ PLEASEE.
Denki kaminari.
Giulio gandini. ✦
Neito monoma. ✦
Hitoshi shinso.
Shota Aizawa.
Amajiki Tamaki.
Soul Rody.
Togata Mirio.
BLUE LOCK
haven't read the manga yet, which is why the list is gonna be short for now !
ships x reader are allowed as well.
Isagi yoichi.
Hyoma chigiri. ✦
Meguru bachira.
Rensuke kunigami.
Shoei barou. ✦
Reo mikage.
Seishiro nagi. ✦
Rin itoshi.
Sae itoshi.
Tabito karasu.
Ryusei shidou. ✦
Kenyu yukimiya.
Eita otoya.
Oliver aiku.
Jyubei aryu.
Gin gagamaru.
Yo hiori.
Michael kaiser.
Alexis ness.
HAIKYUU
if you request a specific teams reaction / oneshot where the entire team or more people are included, please tell me which team you want (e.g. karasuno's manager meeting nekoma)
ships x reader are allowed as well.
Hinata shoyo. ✦
Kageyama tobio.
Kozume kenma. ✦
Tetsuro Kuroo.
Sugawara koshi.
Bokuto kotaro.
Akaashi keiji.
Tsukishima kei.
Yamaguchi tadashi.
Yuu nishinoya.
Ushijima wakatoshi.
DEMON SLAYER
female kny characters are avaiable as well but please tell me then if its suppossed to be plantonic or romantic !
