a request from an anon!
you were laying stomach down on your bed as you swayed your feet in the air while also scrolling on your phone. your laptop open with the camera on and zane on the other line.
you hear a few shuffles from your boyfriend’s side of the call, “you okay?”
“..yeah, just finishing some homework.”
“huh! never thought you’d do homework.”
“oh hush.”
you snicker at his reply, leaving him back to do what remains of his work. few minutes pass by, you were just absentmindedly scrolling through your feed as you were slowly delving into boredom.
after a while, a video pops of up. “things we have shoved up our ass! — me? none! ..my boyfriend on the other hand..” raising an eyebrow, you continue watching the video. the boyfriend in the video starts talking about things that are most likely impossible shove it up there.
checking the comments for context, you realize it was a trend wherein you ask the other person to talk about things they’re interested in without knowing the actual video purpose.
your eyes scan from your phone screen to your laptop’s. seeing your boyfriend being so focused as he most probably wrote an essay. his mask loosely slipping down his nose in the comfort of his own room.
a mischievous grin grows onto your face as you realize the big opportunity right there. now putting on a neutral face, you decided to break the ice amidst the silence of the call.
“hey.”
“hm?”
“i’m going to mute for a moment, gimme a second.”
“…okay.”
zane gives you a judgmental look (he doesn’t mean it) before looking back down to his papers. you snicker out loud right after you click the mute button.
you film yourself with the intro portion, “things me and my boyfriend have shoved up our—“ you make a pointing upwards gesture with a cheeky grin.
“me? personally, i haven’t. ever.” you give a proud look, double clicking your screen as the camera flips. “my boyfriend though..”
you pause the video, letting out a snicker before checking the video, perfect.
you then unmute your mic, “i’m back!” zane looks up to his screen, he gives you a small awkward but trying smile. “welcome back, dork. what’s with that look?”
you playfully shrug before speaking again, your phone discreet, ready to film. “oh nothing, oh but hey, could you tell me about your pinkie cake figures?”
you see zane blink thrice on camera, his eye(s) slowly narrowing at you in suspicion due to your sudden giddiness.
“uh huh..” he trailed off before starting, “well if you say so,” he says before reaching out to grab the figures, “first one, this is the classic pinkie cake figure..”
after a good minute, you let out a laugh as he finished talking, he gives you a glare as you continued to laugh—also noticing that you laugh when you check your phone
“what are you laughing at?” he asks, his tone rather annoyed but also curious.
you let out your last laugh before panting, “oho- i’m so sorry zane, you know, i love you—“
“i love you too but what is it.”
you shake your head, a laughing look still plastered on your face. “i’m gonna pfft— send it to you!”
“wha— you know what, i’ll just check with my own eyes.”
you send the finished video to him, you knew since you hear a ding! from his audio right after you sent it. plus the fact you could hear your own voice from the video playing in the background.
…
“WHAT IS THE HELL IS THIS?! DELETE THIS!!—“
you now let out a louder laugh, clutching your stomach and most likely doing rolls on your bed. “got you!” you exclaim happily after all that laughing.
“genuinely what is this trash (name), i—“
“shhh! it’s funny, please.” you snicker, shaking your head as he rolled his eyes.
“do NOT post this, ever.”
“don’t worry, i wasn’t going to anyways.”
