#cute relationship

Synopsis: You and Michael both released albums around the same time. He released Bad, while you released Twilight. Now you're sitting side by side at the Grammys, waiting for the winners to be announced. (Please I'm not creative enough to make an album name 😔)

Theme: fluff

Gener: short one-shot

Pairing: Michael x Reader in a established relationship

Inspired by a moment that happened with Beyoncé (the queen) and Jay-z. (,; ⩌ ;,)!

You and Michael were sitting next to each other at the Grammy Awards. The two of you had been dating publicly for about a year and a half, and everyone knew you loved each other deeply. Paparazzi often spotted you out on many dates and at countless events. Some had even managed to capture more intimate photos of the two of you when you thought you were completely alone in your car.

That being said, when you and Michael arrived at the Grammys, everyone was ecstatic. Michael had released Bad, and you had released Twilight, both of which were nominated that evening.

Sitting beside you, Michael rested a hand on your knee while the two of you talked quietly, occasionally waving to the cameras whenever they panned over to you.

Soon, the award announcements began.

The announcers, a man in a suit and a woman in a beautiful red dress, walked up to the microphone. Your name, Michael's, and two other artists appeared on the big screen.

"And the Grammy for Album of the Year goes to..." the woman announced as she carefully opened the envelope.

The man took the opportunity to make a joke.

"Looks like we might have an argument at home after this," he laughed. "We'll finally find out who really wears the pants in the relationship!"

The audience erupted into laughter.

Michael looked over at you, laughing just as hard. You grinned and playfully punched his shoulder. He dramatically clutched it as if he'd been seriously injured, earning another round of laughter from the crowd.

Once the room quieted again, the woman smiled down at the card.

"Twilight!"

The audience burst into applause.

Both you and Michael stood immediately. He wrapped you in a tight hug, kissing your cheek before taking your hand. He walked you up the stairs like a gentleman and kept a gentle hand against the small of your back.

When you reached the microphone, you adjusted your dress while Michael respectfully stepped back a few paces, giving you your moment.

"Thank you, everybody. This is truly wonderful," you began, smiling through your emotions. "I'd like to thank all of you so, so much from the bottom of my heart."

Before continuing, you glanced back at Michael.

He was already smiling at you.

"And before I go," you said softly, "I want to thank you, Michael. You are my muse... and my love. Thank you for coming into my life."

His smile only grew warmer as he visibly melted at your words. You gave the audience one final wave before turning back toward him.

Michael reached out without hesitation, intertwining your fingers with his. He stepped down from the stage first, helping you descend carefully in your heels. Once you reached the bottom, you thanked him quietly.

Instead of answering, he simply smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Ah! Beelzebub, hey? He’s brand new here so absolutely love your brain, babes! Yo, also can’t go wrong with Qin. Thank you all for being… somewhat patient with me and my bullshit, hope you enjoy this!

Qin Shi Huang

The last person one would suspect the Emperor of China to gain a fascination over is you, the daughter of the head Goddess of Nature, Demeter. A quiet calm almost emotionless young woman, whose merely serves her mother loyally… but here you are, being given a bouquet of devilwood and peach blossoms by the King himself

Qin Shi Huang isn’t very use to romance, he’s always had, at least, a handful of concubines. Never really a wife… or better, a wife he actually enjoyed but he is definitely considering marrying you. Even if you’re a Greek Goddess, not a issue to him at all

Qin Shi Huang honestly really likes how quiet and caring yet resourceful and reliable you are. It’s comforting to have a lover listen more than talk. Sure, you struggle to express much emotion but he can read your eyes and tell what you’re thinking or that you mean your actions

Whilst the Emperor knows you do care for him, since he earned your love through raw concern and kindness, he did have to fight a bit more to get you to trust him. It’s not that you didn’t… it was just to feel comfortable enough to be open about your past

“Ah. There you are, my lady!”

Qin Shi Huang affectionately coos out, as typical of this blunt King of a lavish empire. He did not bother to simply knock on your Valhalla Temple’s bedroom door, he busted down the walls as if said material was no more than paper. Most would be annoyed, you merely quietly smiled with delight at his enthusiasm and might, that nothing can truly oppose him. He pretty much flops all over you lovingly, arms wrapping around and nuzzling your neck

Inhaling the beautiful scent of a glorious flowerbed, his eyes flutter close from beneath his centipede decored blindfold, hands tracing in a delicate yet soothing manner. Up and down, it causes any stress you may feel deep in your core melts away to melt into the arms of this truly soft toughie

Listening to him silently when he begins detailing all his ‘lavish adventures’ and recalling every drop as if he was writing a script for a long feature film. Something you don’t mind at all, neither does Qin. As he truly lives to have somebody to talk to as simply Qin, not as the mighty first Emperor of China, and the fact you have such interest in the concepts you may not understand makes his heart flip

Oh. How silly he is, at least. He makes your life more entertaining and he makes you feel the emotions you struggled to and he hits your heart in an intimate deep manner no other ever has. So, you’re delighted to sit here like a child being told a story by her parents. Qin makes his stories very interesting

All whilst he gently brushes and grooms your hair, putting back in any flowers that shift out

“Are you ready? Yes? Good! Hope you’re comfortable, Qīn'àide! We have so much to talk about!”

Beelzebub

On the other hand with the God of Flies. Beelzebub isolated himself from everybody, especially possible romance like another woman’s poisonous for him to merely acknowledge, as he could never get over his first love, Lilith. Yet, whilst he didn’t. He never forgot or abandoned Lilith, she will forever be in his heart yet he ended up being weaved into the beautiful floral web of a magnificent yet silent Goddess of Nature, you! By pure accident

And he tried very hard to avoid you, he doesn’t trust himself nor does he even want to exist anymore, he doesn’t need to trail that Devil with any more breadcrumbs it can possibly use against him, so he pretends you are not even in the same universe as him

However, he’s so drawn to you unnaturally that he ends up coming right back to you. You’re quiet, you’re compassionate yet you sadly struggle with your emotions and with having a real identity that he can’t help but feel a close kinship to your situation, which oddly mirrors his own in a less severe way. Beelzebub knows he’d regret it but he does get to know you

Beelzebub can very much tell that your feelings and what you mean, and how you more express yourself in a silent delicate simple way that isn’t so out there, and he can’t help but bounce off his own issues to yours, a piece that helped make him like you more. He surprisingly enjoys being heard

Upon the end of the rather intense vicious round of the young God, Buddha and the unholy demon king Hajun, you quietly sought out the one quiet unwell God you knew had a connection within the absolute disaster this entire situation fell into, looking around with beautiful grass green eyes. Your delicate hands trace on the open doorframe of a familiar lounging space, the raging glowing fire crackling as your beloved Beelzebub calmly tossing paper sheet to paper sheet into the flames, burning away all evidence of his research

You silently step through, curious and wondering what this wild man ever had in mind researching Hajun like this, knowing Beelzebub can sense you since his head tilts slightly. Hand carelessly gripping more of the papers he shifts out from a specific black file. His dull dark eyes light up maybe a little bit, since whilst he wants you to avoid him. He can’t keep you away, just like with Lilith. He returns back to his disposing efforts, giving you wordless permission to come closer

“Did… you do that?”

Your simple vocabulary is enough for Beelzebub, he prefers it this way. A gentle dainty voice that gets straight to the point, his attention split inbetween deleting all his work and acknowledging your presence by his side. He should ignore you… but he can’t, and he can’t bring himself to hurt you, since he knows he has done so much to help you. Despite his suicidal tendencies, you give him a small spark of hope

You’re so beautiful that he almost can’t bear to look at you, as vibrant as freshly bloomed Spring, as lively as the shining sun. You truly fit being the daughter of Demeter, you’re the definition of nature’s luxury. He eventually slips his fingers off the file in his lap to finally look up at you, admitting openly. Knowing you know why he managed to revive Hajun and suspecting you’re unhappy with him

> hold me close and say you care , because i'm in love with your brown hair !!

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ happy virtual life, happy wife

"hey, sweet'art, guess how much the croissant costs at that bougie-ass place down the street—" schlatt chuckled as the door opened with a familiar creeeak! "toots?" he paused, voice growing more confused until he poked his head into your bedroom.

schlatt and you mutually agreed, since you were both introverted people, sometimes you needed your own space— so a compromise appeared— you each get your own bedroom! (however, schlatt often just slept in your room, which kinda ruined the point of the agreement)

there you were, curled up in those rose-print sheets, your room pitch black as you swung your legs back and forth, giggling to yourself like you were doing something sneaky. schlatt, ever-the-graceful, tip-toed behind you and peered over your shoulder.

your computer screen was lit up by the sims 4 logo. there were two sims on your screen, a short girl and a tall boy with brown hair and a tiny mustach—

"hey, 's that me?" a lopsided grin grew on schlatt's face as you shrieked, immediately closing your laptop.

stammering and chuckling nervously, you sat up against the headboard, adjusting your hair. "heyy, honey, wow. you're home, er, early." you gulped. smooth, merry.

schlatt fondly rolled his eyes, taking a seat next to her as his gangly legs dangled off the edge of the bed, lazily resting an arm on your shoulder. "y'know, most guys gotta worry about their girlfriend cheatin' on 'em. so, c'mon, whatever you're doin' on there can't be that bad, right?"

"right," you echoed as schlatt leaned towards your cheek, about to kiss you when he grabbed your laptop and stood up as you frantically squealed for him to not open it.

schlatt opened your laptop with his left hand, rubbing the back of his neck with the other. "sorry for pullin' a fast one on ya, toots, but the suspense is killin' me."

he opened your laptop to see a family named the schlatts. two sim-replicas of you and schlatt sat in their shared house with three kids, in a huge mansion in a beautiful town. the kids all had names, their own rooms, and you guys had three dogs and four cats. "jeez, it's like a barnyard in 'ere," schlatt muttered, but he was fighting a huge smile.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ playing gamer bf bingo

schlatt begrudgingly accepted tommy's request for a video— "minecraft's funniest reality cooking show", where tommy gathered a random group of youtubers and pitted them against each other survivor-style. schlatt was hesitant, because he was supposed to go out with you today, but you insisted that he do the video instead. you two could always go out tomorrow!

as a compromise, schlatt made you sit on the comfy little couch he had positioned behind his gaming setup, so he could at least be near you. in turn, you decided to test a little experiment.

you kept seeing this tiktok trend of girls doing "COD bingo" with their gamer boyfriends, so you decided to make your own— schlatt bingo. holding your knees to your chest, you propped up your little piece of paper and got all giddy every time you got to cross something off.

"fuck!" he yelled, eliciting a quiet giggle from you as you crossed off your free space and the 'fuck' space at the same time.

after you were just one little space away from bingo, schlatt caught on to your periodic giggles and whipped his head around, letting his headphones pool around his neck. "toots, whatcha laughin' at? is it my jokes?" he grinned, staring at you with mild confusion and equal parts fondness.

"shh, i'm winning bingo right now. go back to your little game."

schlatt was about to respond with "what the fuck?" but you put a finger up, shushing him effectively. he turned around and heard a scream of triumph behind him as he finally screamed at tommy, "fuck you, bitch!"

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ war & peace

old habits die hard. specifically, the old habit of schlatt playing first-person shooter games with voicechat on (a combination worse than fire and oil). schlatt didn't have his headset on because the lobby seemed pretty mellow, save for the occasional comment or something.

you were sat on his lap, reading a book with your legs dangling over the armrest of the chair, eyes fluttering shut slowly at every new word you read.

it was all peaceful, calm— until it wasn't. a kid with a squeaky, pre-pubescent voice joined the lobby and made it his mission to ruin everyone's day.

schlatt used to be that kid back in the day, so he presumed if he ignored the teen long enough that he would back off and realize he wasn't funny. but he didn't. he could deal with that, though.

the last straw was that the kid scared you— he shrieked into the mic and you jumped, letting out a squeal of terror.

schlatt grabbed his mic instantly. "ay, pipsqueak. shut the fuck up, because you just woke up my girl, and i swear to god if i have to hear your grating, annoying-ass voice again i will crawl through your fucking ipad screen and beat your goddamn ass."

the lobby was eerily quiet after that, and the silence lulled you to sleep. schlatt kissed your forehead. all was good in the world!

Materialist

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It had been a long day.

Interviews. Practice sessions. A million cameras in his face. But the moment Kimi saw you waiting at the back of the Mercedes garage, wearing his hoodie, arms crossed and eyes searching for him, he broke into the biggest smile he'd managed all day.

God, he needed you like air.

“Kimi!” you called, beaming, and he nearly dropped his race gloves trying to get to you faster.

Before you could say anything, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, lifting you slightly off the ground as he buried his face in your shoulder. “Hi,” he mumbled against your skin, voice muffled. “Missed you. So much.”

You laughed, heart skipping at how soft he sounded, a total contrast to the serious face he wore when the cameras were rolling. “It’s only been a few hours, rookie.”

“Still too long,” he grumbled. “Didn’t like not touching you.”

You tugged him closer by the collar of his fireproof top and kissed his cheek, then his jaw, then his lips, slow and sweet. He melted immediately, like he’d been holding his breath until now.

Behind you, a few crew members coughed awkwardly.

Kimi didn’t care. He didn’t even hear them. All he cared about was how warm you felt in his arms.

He held your face in his hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks. “Can we go home now? I just want to lie on top of you for six hours straight.”

“Wow,” you teased, “what a romantic.”

He nodded seriously. “Very romantic. Full cuddle mode. Maybe forehead kisses too. If you behave.”

You rolled your eyes, giggling, and let him pull you toward the private Mercedes lounge. Once you were behind closed doors, Kimi collapsed onto the couch and pulled you with him, burying his face in your neck like he hadn’t seen you in days.

“You’re clingy today,” you whispered, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Don’t care,” he murmured. “Everyone gets me when I’m serious and quiet. You get this version. The one who’s obsessed with your smell and can’t stop kissing you.”

And he proved his point immediately, pecking your collarbone, your shoulder, the corner of your mouth, over and over until you laughed and squealed and squirmed in his lap.

“Kimi!”

“Hmm?”

“Let me breathe!”

He just held you tighter and kissed your nose. “You’re breathing just fine. I’d never let you die. Who else would I cuddle like a koala?”

Eventually, you ended up wrapped in a blanket on the team couch, Kimi sprawled on top of you like a weighted blanket. He kept playing with your fingers, tracing circles on your palm, pressing tiny kisses to your knuckles.

“You’re not tired of me?” he asked softly, suddenly more serious.

You blinked. “What?”

“I’m always like this… holding you, needing you close. I know it’s clingy.”

You smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I love every second of it. You could hang off me like a baby sloth and I’d still think you’re perfect.”

He grinned, boyishh and brighti and completely in love.

“I’m gonna marry you one day,” he mumbled like it was just a fact.

You raised a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’ll wear my hoodie every morning, I’ll kiss you every five minutes, and I’ll never sleep anywhere that isn’t right next to you.”

You kissed him agains, long and deep this time. He melted with a soft noise, holding you like you were his entire world.

Because honestly? You were.

Sorry for bad english 🥲bear with me i'm still learning,i hope y'all like it and it only sfw (well almost)...maybe would do nsfw one day

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I met this guy and I kinda like him.