Mmmh, how about antihero or marvelsepticeye for the hc thing? 👀
Jackie can’t cook. He’s not the best chef out there. He’s not the worst, but he’s far from the best. He’s tried to cook food for Anti before, but Anti really latched onto cheese as a concept. He rarely eats anything other than grilled cheese sandwiches, which means Jackie doesn’t really get to improve his cooking or go into anything fancier, unless he wants to play with various breads and cheeses.
Or, Anti will just eat an entire bag of cheetos in one sitting and won’t eat anything Jackie’s cooked at all.
Jackie still loves him anyway, even if Anti’s an idiot.
(side note: anti will always eat chase’s grilled cheese sandwiches.)
Because I have been toying with the idea of Ego x Reader stuff and was given the perfect opportunity to do something short. You should never enable my Wilford muse, guys.
Word Count: 460
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It was dangerous getting involved with a man with a reputation like Wilford’s. You knew that, but you swore you saw a different side to him than everyone else. He was charming, always smiling and joking. Even if no one believed you, you knew it was there. No wonder you fell for him.
And apparently, the feelings were mutual.
The two of you went in circles for a week, implying clear romantic interest in the other, but having it misinterpreted in a case of ‘of course they won’t like me’. Eventually, Wilford made a rather flirtatious side comment to a conversation you both were engaged with.
“When are you going to do that, hm?” You asked, daring to be bold. This prompted Wilford to throw a weary look your way.
“I’ve been droppin’ hints of a date fer ages now. When are ya gonna come out with me fer somethin’?”
And that, apparently, was that.
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Your place became the choice of date, since it was ‘safer’ than a dance club. While you saw a different side to the reporter, you didn’t want to risk any trouble. It was the safest bet all around. While you had managed to get a day out of him, he seemed rather reluctant to give you a precise time. When you pressed him about it, he reacted as though it was a tricky subject, so you let it slide. It meant you were prepared far too early and wound up half-asleep on the couch, but there was a loud knock on the door that made you fall to the floor.
Sure enough, there he was.
Holding a toy cat.
“I… I’m not late, am I?” He looked genuinely concerned. You shook your head, saying that it was only seven o’clock in the evening. “Yeah, but… What day is it?”
“It’s… Still Tuesday.”
A confused answer brought immense relief and a babbled apology about ‘losing time’. Before you could ask anything about it, the toy was presented to you.
“I was thinkin’ flowers, but I wasn’t sure if ya had hayfever. I couldn’t find th’ chocolate section but I found a pet store. But then I wasn’t sure if arrivin’ on th’ first date with a pet was goin’ waaay too far so I settled on a toy an’ I called her Watermelon.”
The rambling was utterly adorable. You couldn’t help but kiss his cheek. To your utter delight, it made him chuckle nervously and scratch the back of his neck.
“It’s perfect, thank you. Come on. I didn’t heat anything up but I can get you a drink first?”
You closed the front door and turned back around just in time for Wilford to place a soft kiss on your lips.
This is my portrayal of Marvin, drawn by my bestie @saytuesday, where he gave me permission to post this.
Marvin doesn’t actually have antlers, but because he’s a devout worshipper of the Celtic god Cernunnos, he wears deer masks/skulls rather than cat ones. The antlers are totally Marvin’s aesthetic.
