#no but really thank you it's truly such a compliment to be able to move someone to such feeling

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the Obey Me brothers reacting to their s/o sending them selfies of them in skimpy outfits or completely nude?

Obey me Brothers + spicy pics from MC

Lucifer

Another tedious meeting that should have been an email. But Lucifer remained professional and stalwart as ever, so as to not embarrass Lord Diavolo.

The only exception he made was for his cellphone. Keeping it on silent, but on the table, as Lucifer had learned in the past if he didn’t check it at least regularly during these meetings it might be too late from when his brothers’ hijinks might ensure. Vering into calamity past hijinks.

He noticed he had a text from [Y/N] and was surprised as they usually never texted him when he was in these meetings. Respecting his work. If they were texting him, Lucifer assumed it was important and opened the text in a reserved manner so as not to draw attention.

When he saw what the text was, however, he had to grip his phone tight to the point of cracking to maintain that composure.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to excuse me. It seems there is an important matter I must deal with at home. I’ll be back once the matter is taken care of. Thoroughly.”

Mammon

“Mammon-san! Over here!”

“Yes! That’s perfect! Hold that pose!”

“You look amazing Mammon-san!”

The Avatar of Greed grinned roguishly as he was showered with praise. He had to admit, he really was killing this photoshoot.

The photographer took a few more shots before they called for a break and the team moved in to touch him up. Offering him compliments still, along with water. Both of which Mammon drank up. One of the attendants handed him his phone from his dressing room. Giving him a few moments to check it before it was back to work.

He looked at a missed text from [Y/N] and nearly did a spit take of his water. Able to thankfully keep it down, but still coughed in a very un-model like manner at seeing their nearly naked form.

“I uh…I gotta go. We have enough for the magazine right?? Good. Great! Thanks for the opportunity and be sure to call me again!”

Mammon was then out the door fast than anyone could catch him. Including to get his wardrobe outfit off.

“Models….” The photographer muttered as he reset his camera to take shots of the background models in the meantime.

Levi

“On your right! On your right! NO! Your other right!!” Levi shouted into his headset as he tried to lead his team through the maze of undead swarm.

Zombie Zion XX9 had just come out this week and Levi had been grinding non-stop. He barely made time to sleep, much less do anything else, in pursuit of this final battle with the Mother Swarm of zombies (there by defeating the plague and saving the world from the undead at last).

“Guys, we have to get through the door together, otherwise we don’t get the ‘In This Together’ buff! You need to catch up to me! It’s…It’s…ugh! Hold on!” His phone had been buzzing beside him non-stop for the past minute with various texts.

Usually, he would ignore it. But something this persistent typically meant it was important, and what if it was his brothers telling him the house was on fire? He’d have to save his Ruri-chan figures if that was the case.

When he opened the text, Levi’s eyes bugged out and he felt his nose begin to well up with blood as he looked at the picture of [Y/N] in their cosplay panties.

“Levi! Where are you?! We’re getting hammered out here! Levi-!” The connection on his game went dead as the last of his team members died. The screen fading into a black screen of ‘game over’.

“Oh, come on!”

Satan

This anthology that Simeon had recommended to him was thrilling. Truly a masterpiece.

Satan had been absorbed into the new series almost since the first page. Devouring each of the nine books with vigor, much like his little brother did with food. He had forsaken all else, honestly, except reading the past few days. Anxious to find out who the final killer & mastermind behind the protagonist’s plight was, and finally get some answers.

He was nearly at the climax, the big reveal, when his phone started to buzz.

Grumbling that his concentration was broken, Satan picked it up to see who it was. His irksomeness quickly dissolving as he saw [Y/N]’s nearly naked chest in front of him.

He had a choice to make.

Continue reading and get the answers he needed, or put the book down and go to the person clearly in need of him. How was he to choose?

In the end, he put the book down and sprinted off to where [Y/N] was. If the main character could wait 10 years to find out who the killer was, surely Satan could wait a little longer to find out as well.

Asmo

Shopping was one of Asmo’s favorite past times. Going to stores and looking for the perfect item or accessory was like a little treasure hunt to him. Or just perusing the aisles and new merch like one would an art gallery, with the same enthusiasm for beauty. It was a wonderful afternoon. Especially if [Y/N] was with him.

[Y/N] had gone to try on some items that they found while Asmo continued to scan over the racks. His cellphone eventually buzzed, and he fumbled with his iced coffee to get it out of his bag. Seeing a picture of [Y/N] in the dressing room in a super cute bra and panty set with the question :should I get it?:

:OMG yes! 💓🥵🔥🔥: Asmo texted back immediately.

:It looks so good on you! Which dressing room are you in?? I want to see it in person! Should we get matching ones??:

He eventually found [Y/N] and showered them with praise. Insisting that he would buy it for them if they didn’t get it themselves, and offered to buy it in every color as well.

Beel

“98…99…100.”

Beel lifted the weights one final time and put the bar back on the rack. The weights clanking down with a heavy thud with the sheer mass of them. He loved getting a good workout in before he went home.

Heading over to his locker space to get some water and check his phone, Beel saw he had a text from [Y/N]. He opened it and saw the spicy picture they had just sent him. Usually only the 5x Hellfire Spicy noodles were the only spice that could make him drool this much. Clearly he was wrong.

Beel decided to, for once, cut his work out short. He quickly packed his bag and ran home to do some cardio on the way home. Planning to do some more ‘cardio’ when he got there.

He could make up for the missed sets in the morning before school. Since he’d be busy the rest of the night.

Belphie

Belphie yawned and rolled over as he woke up from his nap. His fifth of the day, so it was a pretty short one. Only about an hour this time.

He stretched and rubbed his eyes before reaching for his phone to see what time it was. He was immediately greeted with a text from [Y/N] on the screen. He felt a little bad for missing it while he was a sleep, but by now they had to know that he would get back to them eventually. Belphie opened it and was immediately greeted with something from his dreams.

:Are you still wearing that?: He texted them back.

:Come to my room: He then added. :In the attic. I’m still in bed. So half the work is done😉.:

He waited to hear back from [Y/N] and grinned when he saw them respond with they were on their way.

And his brothers made fun of him for being in bed all the time. With his soft mattress and [Y/N], why would he ever want to leave?

[astrhae]

hi so i just read your hanahaki fic and it ruined me and like i am actually crying it was so so so good but also i read your deleted scene with jespers pov and that was amazing too!! and i saw that you said that you had another deleted scene and i would love to see that too (and any others that you have) if you wanted to share them?

(also i actually adore the entire vibe of your blog it's so pretty)

hi hello thank you so much *slides tissues over* i'm so glad you liked the fic so much and that you liked the deleted scenes too!! there are... quite a lot of them that i literally made an "appendix" section in my word document 😅 this fic truly was a monster to write because of how many scenes and jumps there were, and while that was a whole lot of fun, i also had to test and remove many, many scenes too keep it manageable. most of the deleted scenes are just dialogue without much prose to them though, because i had a Vibe but then realised the fic was going to be too long --- but here's a deleted scene that i polished up just for you 💙 it's in jesper's POV too because you all really are enabling me to write more of that 💕

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“You kept it,” Jesper stared at Wylan.

Wylan’s gaze skittered away, hands clasped behind his back as they stood there, side by side, at the threshold of the mansion’s storeroom. He looked every bit a mercher, now: all the soft lines Jesper used to tease him about were gone, replaced by a gauntness from the sickness.

It had been a month – a month since the embassy, since Wylan had lied still on the bed, and the Shu Princess’ fiancée had come under the cover of the night. Do it, Jesper had told her to save Wylan’s life.

They’ve gone too far for me to save him, she had warned Jesper. This might not work – he might never feel again, never –

Do it, Jesper had repeated. Wylan had wanted this, had counted his own life worth more than his heart, and Jesper had to agree. Jesper had to be grateful that Grisha didn’t get sick: if Wylan came out of this not being able to love, then at least Wylan came out of this.

Then Jesper would still love him, anyway, whatever happened.

So she had done it, and Jesper had watched as a delirious, barely conscious Wylan had coughed and coughed – Wylan wouldn’t remember it, later, feverish and shivering, from both the sickness and the canal waters, and Jesper had promised, over and over again: I love you, I love you, I love you.

And Wylan, eyes clouded with fever, had tipped his head blindly toward Jesper’s voice, and apologized.

Now – now, a month since, Wylan was still recovering. He showed no signs that he remembered any of it. Jesper had been careful not to linger, unsure if Wylan wanted him, but he had stayed in one of the guest rooms that Marya had forced him into.

They ate meals together, Wylan staring at Jesper silently all the while before he disappeared again into his rooms, closing himself off as Kaz scrambled to keep the business afloat and Jesper tried to keep out of the way. With Nikolai and Zoya pleased that things had gone as smoothly as they could, Jesper wasn’t expected back in Ravka anytime soon, and he stayed in Ketterdam to pick up what pieces he could, trying to at last keep his promises.

Marya showed him the cracks in the house – the places where paint had started peeling, floorboards creaking, the carriage rattling, and Jesper placed his hand over them. He placed his hand, and called on his blessings: an act of prayer, an act of penance. He couldn’t heal the places where Wylan’s ribs had cracked from the roots that had wrapped around them, but he could at least fix the foundations. Could at least strengthen them.

He hadn’t known what to expect when Wylan had called for him earlier today.

He certainly hadn’t expected Wylan to lead him up to the attic, to show him a room full of everything he’d left behind. All the coins he’d turned into lopsided keys sitting in a jar by the far end of the room, the bullet fragments and shrapnel from his failed attempts at distracting himself. The mess of a canvas from when Jesper had tried to paint for Wylan, all those years ago, eighteen and too young to understand the weight of it. The weight of this.

His powers reached out to them all, now, the room a riot of metal and memory and color, all his hats and all the ledgers from his debts –

Wylan had kept it: all the good things, and the bad.

“I wanted to burn them,” Wylan spoke to him for the first time in weeks. “I wanted to burn it all.”

Jesper took a step inside, his feet leaving footsteps in the dust. “I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

“I broke some of them,” Wylan admitted, staying at the threshold, gaze shifting toward the broken glasses to their right, the shredded fabric, the shattered frames. “But I – I didn’t have anything left.”

When Jesper had left – so quickly he’d terrified even himself – he hadn’t had to time to bring much. He had thought it was for the better: a new start, without all his things, all his memories trapping him. He turned around to face Wylan, now, their past in scattered pieces around them.

Jesper didn’t need any of this. He just needed –

“I would have come home,” Jesper promised again, confession turned into sin, into vice, because even now, he still loved Wylan like an addiction. Like benediction. “I would have come home, if you asked.”

“And you would have resented me for it,” Wylan’s smile was a knife. Jesper wasn’t sure if it was a knife meant to cut Jesper, or himself. Did it matter? Either way, they both hurt.

His powers itched, needing to reach out, crawling beneath his skin, clawing at it. Grisha didn’t get sick: their fevers just burnt through bone, through soul – their powers demanding more than they could give. Wylan couldn’t love again. Not after the sickness. That was fine: Jesper would love him enough for the both of them.

“I already did, a little,” Jesper admitted, because hadn’t Wylan wanted him honest? “I resented you, but I missed you more.”

Wylan studied the floor. Eyes fixed at the distance between them.

“You stayed,” Wylan whispered.

“Do you want me to?”

He had stayed in Ravka for himself, but for Wylan too. He would stay here for himself, and for Wylan too. He owed it to them both to see whatever was left between them through: Wylan wasn’t a debt to be repaid, or a broken thing for Jesper to fix. He was a chance that Jesper wouldn’t let himself lose. Not again.

A strangled noise escaped Wylan, so similar to the cough that Jesper flinched at it –

“I want you to stop hurting,” Wylan said, just as he had all those years ago, when push became shove became fall. And then – “I want to stop hurting.”

Jesper stumbled forward, stumbled closer, pulled into orbit – pulled out of it, until distance became touch and his hand reached for Wylan’s – and Wylan’s reached for his, trembling, trembling, trying.

“I want you to be happy,” Jesper took the words, and made them his own. Made them his wish. “I want to be happy, too.”

Because he was selfish, because he was certain. Because he was trying, too.

[controld3vil]

atreides and bene gesserit

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic), austin butler x actor!reader

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: as clueless as you were about your sister's role, it brought you much surprise and joy to see her on the same carpet as you.

notes: reader uses fem pronouns as she's playing a role as a bene gesserit. reader is also described as wearing a sleeveless jumpsuit. and i really enjoyed lea seydoux's performance and hope to see more of it !! this is also COMPLETELY separate from the first two posts ive made since the readers r playing different characters yeah?

When Denise Villeneuve asked you about the role of Lady Margot Fenring, you were genuinely shocked about his decision. You appreciated his works but have never gotten close to any of his sets before. You have worked with directors who've admired Villeneuve for his imaginative mind. And now, you witnessed his creativity in person for the first time.

The role was small and not as significant as the other main leads. Regardless, your character was just as enigmatic and complex as any other in the Dune franchise. Even though your time was short, it was a fun experience to learn and observe from. You weren't able to meet the entire cast after production, but with the NYC premiere, you were able to link up again.

You heard your name being called out. "Hello! How are you?" The well-known comedian and presenter by the name of Amelia Dimonberg was now beside you. In her jet-black corset dress, her style is chic and elegant. She hands you a microphone with the film's title plastered on it. "You look beautiful!"

"Thank you!" you sweetly recuperate, diverting your shoulders to the sight, cutely. You give a little pose before complimenting her own outfit. "You as well!"

"Do you have a memorable day on set that sticks out to you?" Amelia questions, subtly leaning toward your direction. And now you noticed her detailed eye makeup which enhances her outfit altogether.

"Well- I've had, like, only a few days," You let out a quick sigh. Truly it was nothing to be embarrassed about but you could not help but feel shy about it.

"Mmhmm! So all of them?"

"Yeah, all of them!" With ease, your shyness turns into giddy laughter as all you remember from your times on set. Recalling those tiny moments brought a small smile to your face. "Every day counted for me and that was enough."

"Oh absolutely!" Amelia chides, nodding in agreement. She quickly then moves onto the next question, "How long do you think you could last in the actual desert?"

"Oo that's a tough question," Lifting your fingers to rest on your chin as you try to contemplate an answer. "Ideally no- I feel like I could never recover from the heat."

"Yes yes, the heat's very intense,"

"Yeah- no I don't think I'd ever leave my house for that-" You shake your head nonchalantly, acknowledging how most of your scenes already were indoors. You could imagine how you would do in the desert of Abu Dhabi. It makes you appreciate the cast and crew even more for their effort to make filming more comforting and tolerable.

"Where would be your dream location to hang out? I'm assuming your home then since you prefer to say inside?" The blonde interviewer quickly catches on, eyebrows raising intrigued by your response.

Instead, you hummed bashfully, "Actually I think an oasis would be nice." The camera catches onto Amelia's face, fully fixated on you. "Which fits perfectly if I were to live in the desert actually!"

"Mm yeah, smart choice!" She responds more cheerily. "You can maybe go for a swim, you know-"

"Right right," You give her an playful look, "And you don't have to go thirsty!"'

"Absolutely, the best of both worlds," Amelia chirps, doing the same expression. "So this film centers a lot around dreams. Do you have vivid dreams of yourself?"

"Yes! I've uh- I've had many dreams of myself. I mean, this one, for example-" You turn to the camera, waving with the most adorable smile on your face. "'I'm living my dream right now!"

"You're living your dream right now!"

In another section of the premiere, you were walking down the carpet for press interviews and photography. The set where the premiere was taking place was gorgeously made in the shades of black and orange, the perfect theme of the film. The entire venue was outdoors, allowing you to feel the cold air and be more at ease in the crowded space. There were more paparazzi than you had expected, and you suddenly became aware that you were alone. Without any friend or acquaintance to accompany by, you searched aimlessly for a familiar face.

Then there was a holler. And then multiple more came after, it made you confused really. Your head swerves to the sound of the person you so try to look for and immediately you're struck in awe.

"Anya?!" In an instant, you're seen running towards your sister in the far back of the premiere wall. People were reluctantly used to fast-paced relocations around the carpet. Therefore most did not mind your hasty stumbles through the crowd. It was almost comical how apparent your demeanor changed when you heard her, in fact, videos and pictures caught all of it.

"Hi!" She beams in her white dress robe. Her makeup was glowing, making her skin seem angelic, and sheer without impurities. Her outfit covers her like a nun, covering her head and body in almost transparent cloth. Yet it flows around her so elegantly, almost like she was an angel from the stars. She squeezes your figure firmly, only after releasing to gush about your appearance.

You adored a beige sleeveless jumpsuit. The color is complimented with tiny designs of sparkle. Its seams captured your figure perfectly, as you also wore a gold chain and bulky rings. From the lighting, it looks as though your outfit is shining. And to be completely honest, you prefer comfort over the judging looks of fashion critics. Therefore you wanted to wear something that you could still move comfortably in. Thus you were able to run over to your sister with ease.

Through the other lens and camera, they could pick up some of her words after. "You look so gorgeous! How are you here?!" Anya's expression changes into a perplexed one as she gets a hold of your shoulders, shaking them back and forth.

"I was invited obviously, "You said, mimicking her voice while holding onto her arms on yours. "You didn't tell me you were a part of Dune!" Viewers from afar could tell you were pushing an act, reacting as though you were petrified about how Anya managed to be here in the first place.

"I didn't know you were either!" She giggled, closing in on your right ear. Your sister whispers to you slowly, trying to withdraw from the camera and recordings. "Villeneuve had mentioned something but honestly I just thought it was a joke."

It was your turn to guff. Your mouth opens wide flabbergasted, looking sarcastically offended. "Why would you think he's joking?!"

Anya scoffs lightly, wanting to go further with the joke. "I don't know- I just didn't take his word seriously,"

"Why? Because you didn't think I'd make it into the film?" You accused, eyes widening with a hand over your heart. "You're so cruel."

"So cruel," She smirks up at you, then moves back to be by your side. You see her face forward the flashing cameras, as you do the same. "Come! Let's take some pictures!"

"Your outfit looks beautiful by the way!" Anya Taylor muses, eyeing down at the fine details on your jumpsuit. "It's very... you!"

You give her a nod, before flattening some of the creases, "I thought this color was so exquisite, so I thought it would be perfect for the premiere." You lift your head to look at your sister, before realizing behind her, the upcoming stars of the film were getting ready to take cast photos. "Oh Anya- I think you should go!"

Your sister turns and then gazes back at you with a soft smile. "You should come with me!"

The thunder of cameramen and journalist blurred your focus for a moment. "Are you sure-"

Again the sound of your name is hurdled but this time from someone you haven't seen in a long time. Jessica Ferguson, who too wears a black body suit with veils and bold makeup. She waves her hand almost too eagerly to have you come closer alongside your sister. "Come, join us!"

Videos were filmed of the people gesturing to the cast of Dune in a line. Little by little, the row of people is filled and organized to be in the center of the camera's focus. Some actors had to move spots, due to lack of space or better color semblance on the other side of the row. You stood next to Jessica and Florence Pugh was beside your right, as you tried to stand closer for the picture.

Anya Taylor was on the opposite side, with Austin Butler and beside him, Timothee Chalamet. A noticeable clip taken all over was when the French actor went to greet the English actress, warmly, clasping her hand with both hands as a proper salute as on-screen siblings.

You did not mind the lack of attention. You were happy for Anya for achieving a great role. One with a welcoming cast and crew. It was then your eyes scanned down the row, from Zendaya to Stellan Skarsgard. Then to Austin, whom you've been familiar with since day one. Only him to find your gaze seconds later. You give a little nod and smile before averting your direction to Anya who is already staring at you with gleaming eyes.

You were going back and forth with Jessica and Florence on your travels for a while. From plans reception to favorite desserts, all you three wanted to talk about was food. Paparazzi caught onto your banter quickly and snapped a few photos. You even went out of your way to do silly poses. Followed by Jessica and Florence, then did the same, sticking their tongues out in a rock star kind of fashion. You throw out piece signs, giving a dramatic frown as another flash happens.

Catch-ups were definitely refreshing and fun. Thus why you nearly jump when Austin appeared behind you.

"Oh my gosh, hey!" You stuttered, giving him a quick hug to calm your nerves. "You scared me!"

"Sorry sorry! I just wanted to surprise you!" He leans his head slightly, allowing better eye contact. You felt a few taps on your shoulder and noticed Jessica and Florence scurrying away, with their thumbs up, all goofy and excited.

Your eyes make it back to his. "I would've said hi back at the cast photo, but you were so far away," Shrugging you dismiss your failure as a mild missed opportunity.

But Austin shakes his head in an averted manner. "No- Don't worry about it." You could already sense interviewers and others with microphones closing on you two. You were out in the open, and it's bound to happen. "I wanted to- you know, say hi to you in a less chaotic place."

"I tried looking for you but there's just so many people," You give your costar an exhausted look. It was then a keen young man approached the pair of you. It was the People magazine, as you became aware of the logo alongside their camera and microphone.

"Hey, would you two mind a short interview for People's magazine?"

Truly, this was what premieres were about. The cast and crew meet with fans to show what they have worked so hard for. You brought you no better satisfaction than to praise everyone's efforts. The interviewer then proceeded to have a quick introduction of you and Austin beside you. You both had separate microphones in each hand. Once the video started rolling, you peered at the camera and gave the audience a grin.

"So how are you guys doing? Met all of your lovely cast members yet?"

"Oh absolutely," You emphasized every syllable, nodding. Austin only glances at you in amusement. "It's crazy how many people are here I was so overwhelmed!"

"Yeah, it was pretty crowded," The male actor adds, lowering his microphone slightly.

"Hopefully it will die down!" The interviewer beams. "So what was it like getting to know each other in this film? How was the first day on set like?"

"Oh, well it went very smoothly," You start, staring up at Austin in approval. "Even though my time was short on set, I feel like we had a pretty good rhythm starting out."

"I was about to say! The scenes with Feyd and Lady Margot were really something!"

"Why thank you, we appreciate it," Austin nervously laughs, scratching his ear.

The interviewer takes the lead to discuss your preparation for the role and how it was working with Villeneuve. As new characters, you and Austin both talked about your views on both of your characters. Both are very different yet mysterious to the viewers. Additionally, you two were introduced in a similar scene of the pit fight. The People's Magazine interviewer was compelled to compliment Austin on his opening scene. You knew he had practiced the choreographed fights vigorously. And of which you were lucky to witness on the days that you were present.

"It was completely freeing and different than what I was used to doing," Austin probes, leaning toward your direction. "Were you there for the pit fight?"

"I think I was," You turn, similarly. "I remember watching from afar and thinking wow." Immediately you could sense him eagerly looking down at you with a sly smile. "He was- Austin did amazing with the fight choreography, I was impressed!"

"Was this the first time seeing him in full costume too?"

"Oh yes!" You bonked your hand on your forehead, "He was and I just- couldn't believe it was him!"

Suddenly Austin jumps in, "She was startled when I first came up to her in full costume."

"You came out of nowhere, by the way!" You rebutted, giving him a side glance.

"I didn't mean to," As he tries to reassure his actions, "I wanted to give a good first impression!" It was humorous how playful you two were together despite having dissimilar filming schedules. Though most of your scenes involved Butler, your friendship only became more apparent weeks after working together. It was off and on for months at a time due to being busy in other countries simultaneously.

Eventually, you were able to link up again weeks before the premiere. After waiting a long time to meet up, you almost felt relieved that you hadn't seen your costar in a while.

"And Austin, how was filming with her?! From a character's standpoint, what kind of dynamic do you see playing out?" The People's Magazine interviewer perks up, having the camera transition from his face to Austin's.

"Well I'd say, she's great. You know I've got to meet a lot of amazing people in this film. And," He says your name sincerely, "She's- she's one of those people. I can't say much for Lady Margot and Feyd's relationship- you know there's a lot of that's still not uncovered. We don't really know what's happening but kind of have an idea of something. And to have such a great actress like her, it makes everything feel authentic and- feel the tension." It felt as if you were in a daze, eyes completely focused on his words with such admiration and grace. Before you knew it, you were smiling as if you had won the best possible prize in the world. His compliments to you meant more than you had anticipated really.

Unbeknownst to you, the cameraman had caught your lovestruck expression before directing attention back to the interviewer. "And how about you, Miss Margot?"

"I'd say it's the same," Now looking at the interviewer, only momentarily back at your costar. "Austin's- he's great at all the stunts and acting like a scary dude. Every scene with him was fun to do. Like he's all serious in character but once they yell cut! he's so nice and funny!" Your bubbly laugh breaks as you can feel your face growing hot.

"Well I appreciate you liking my humor," Austin pokes fun at you, fanning a little air towards you.

You mutter a soft thank you! before continuing, "And he's dedicated you know? I remember one scene, a little spoiler, where Feyd is about to be tested by Lady Margot, and I just couldn't do it! I couldn't keep a straight face!"

"Really?!"

"She just kept breaking, I don't know why," The actor shrugs, his attention closely drawn to you. "We had a few takes on a few days."

"We did! We did!" You gave a big frown, "You just have a really distracting face."

"Do I?" Austin asks, between the lines of teasing and coolly.

By the time, other premieres had occurred, people were still focused on your interactions with Austin Butler. Your chemistry on and off screen on the carpet was hilarious. And with how polarizing your characters were, it made many clips of your shared encounters gain attention.

A few short videos were recorded after the People Magazine interview of you and Austin, bashfully talking behind the stage. The two of you went back and forth whispering in each other's ears about what was unknown to the viewer. Through a bird's eye view, the video also catches you hugging your arms before zooming in on Austin's placing an arm around your figure.

Another clip that had been reposted many times was when you both took duo pictures together. As you comfortably shift your weight on one leg, as you turn to have your side face the flashing paparazzi. Whilst the Elvis actor stands beside you at a pleasant distance, doing the same pose to the other side. There was one instance where you lifted your head to make eye contact with your eyes instantly brightening. As Austin's smile widened, only to blow air in your face.

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ He wakes up to the smell of cooking food, something not unusual with Sam in the group, except this time it smells more familiar.

✧ Shaking off the sleepiness he sees you crouching over the fire and making a traditional dish of the Dúnedain.

✧ It makes you feel better to see the smile on his face when he recognizes it, and you pretend not to be watching while he tastes it for the first time.

✧ Aragorn compliments the dish, trying not to wake the hobbits up, before thanking you for everything you’ve done on the journey so far.

✧ He apologises for being so mysterious and the fact you didn’t even know of the ring when you started this journey.

✧ “It’s ok.” You reassure him, before smiling, “I’m glad I can do it with friends.”

✧ His mind instantly goes to the hobbits - but when you keep the smile on him he realises it’s about him as well.

✧ The smile on his face doesn’t leave it for the rest of the day (even when he has to make Pippin eat breakfast on the move).

✧ It’s truly an honour for him to be called a friend by you - especially as you only know him as Strider.

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ There’s not really a definite point either of you can say if asked when you became friends, because it simply happened.

✧ It had started with him almost always walking over to you, asking to do archery together or to spar - as natural partners.

✧ It kept going when he began to sit next to you during breakfasts, not talking but simply relaxing in each other's company.

✧ The friendship became even stronger when conversation began to happen naturally, and it didn’t feel forced or uneasy.

✧ Soon there were smiles and good conversations almost every day when he comes to sit by your side.

✧ Those smiles continue outside of the breakfast table and into the rest of Rivendell quickly.

✧ Your friendship is truly cemented when he’s the person you look to for anything with partnership, and the you two are people that can most easily make each other smile.

✧ When Legolas finally addresses you with the title of 'mellon nin' there's a small smile on your face, but it's already so natural it doesn't seem like a big deal.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ It’s been almost a month since you were discovered by Bilbo, and since then you’ve visited almost every other day.

✧ You were constantly keeping an eye out - of course - but you needed time for yourself, especially going from rarely interacting with people to a constant companion.

✧ To Frodo’s credit, he’s incredibly perceptive of when you’re too tired for something big, and instead just want to walk together.

✧ It’s on one of these walks, when you're just following him across the Shire, that he suddenly turns around.

✧ “Are… are we friends?”

The question warms your heart, especially when he asks it with such tentative sincerity, and you stop to fully acknowledge it - confirming it.

✧ You don’t miss the slight blush on his cheeks, instead focusing on the wide smile that appears on his face for the rest of the walk (and the subtle glances back to you, almost as if he’s checking you really said what you did).

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ Every Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday without fail you’re able to time your day so that you can walk with Sam on his way home from work.

✧ The gesture is small, but you’re lonely otherwise and both of you enjoy each other’s company - using it as a way to relax and tell someone about your day.

✧ Or the flowers currently, or the new pastries Sam’s been trying to make. Whatever catches both of your fancies.

✧ Like always on a Wednesday you wait a little out of Bag End, and like always you smile when Sam sees you and waves.

✧ He always looks forward to seeing you, although each time he comes up to the gate after brushing dirt off his trousers he always has a slight worry you won’t be there. Each time it dissipates as you’re there - waiting and smiling for him.

✧ In the middle of the walk home, he finally plucks up the courage to ask why you keep walking with him.

✧ “Because you’re my friend.”

✧ There’s a seconds wait as Sam processes it, before he assures you that he thinks very highly of you as well.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ You’ve been in the Shire for almost two weeks now, and every day you see Merry - at least for a little while.

✧ Sometimes it’s only briefly, you see him hurrying to get someplace and then notice you and give you a smile and wave.

✧ Most days he fully stops, coming up to you with a grin and asking how your day was - happy to talk with you for as long as you’ll let him.

✧ Walking back to your home, you see him and another hobbit walking home together and call out to him without thinking.

✧ Hearing your voice, Merry instantly turns around and waves back, stopping to wait for you to catch up.

✧ When you approach he asks about your day, and you’re about to start a full conversation before a cough interrupts you.

✧ Seeing the hobbit there, you can feel yourself blush in embarrassment while Merry looks at the two of you.

✧ “I don’t think you two have met. Well, this is Pippin - the best hobbit you’ll find in the Shire. Pippin, this is the new friend I’ve been telling you about!”

✧ He says it with such confidence that you don’t even question it, don’t even stop to ask him if he’s really sure, and instead join the two hobbits on their walk home.

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ In all honesty, you were always crush (and then a serious love interest) to Pippin, although he was still honoured when he became your friend.

✧ After a while of training, it’s clear the two of you have bonded more and progressed past just acquaintances.

✧ As he hands you back your dagger, he gives a smile up at you and thanks you for being such a good mentor and having patience with him.

✧ You grin before tilting your head in question, “After all this time we’ve spent together, I think we’re something more than just mentor and mentee.”

✧ “O-oh, really?”

✧ “Yes, I consider you a very good friend, Pippin.”

✧ It’s not exactly what he was hoping for, but in the short time his face falls his grin is quickly put on again - because you’re right.

✧ You two are friends, and right now that’s probably the best outcome he could hope for.

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ In the days of military meetings that always happen whenever both captains are in the same place, you spend what is probably too much time with the same two people.

✧ Not that you can complain about either Faramir or Boromir being bad company, just that you still wished for someone new.

✧ When Faramir properly introduces him to you, you’re at a loss to describe the relationship you’ve formed over the last couple of days.

✧ Were you simply two higher ranking officers who had shared ideas? It didn’t seem a good enough descriptor, not encompassing the smiles you two had shared together.

✧ But you also don’t want to assume friendship with the steward’s eldest son, even if you have been friendly with each other. Someone like him would be nice as a military advisor regardless.

✧ It’s Boromir who uses the label for you, saying he should’ve recognised his friend was the same as Faramir’s second-in-command.

✧ Afterwards, when Faramir asks him why you didn’t tell him the two of you are friends, you can only shrug. “It didn’t come up.”

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Both of you knew the way you’d gone about your relationship was exactly… common.

✧ Although you certainly didn’t regret kissing the man (or trying to take it further) it certainly made finding the correct label for the two of you awkward.

✧ Once Faramir had found out your name, and finally had a conversation with you, he knew that he wanted to try this. That he wanted you in a way that was more than friendship.

✧ Still, he insisted that the two of you should at least try to meet each other one more time before you attempted to court - if only because he was worried you’d realise too late you didn’t like him.

✧ In the end, the only time that you ever use that descriptor is when you two are together on that first meeting.

✧ One of Faramir’s rangers had walked into a room with the two of you, grinning before asking what was going on with you two.

✧ It wasn’t very convincing when you had both said “We’re just friends.” (Especially at the same time).

𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧

✧ Finally releasing your brother from a hug, you stare at Aragorn one more time in disbelief. It’s clear he has more to say, and you need to have words with him as well, but other people deserve to know he’s alive.

✧ Stepping back while watching Legolas arrive, you stumble into someone and turn to apologise before realising who it is. Éowyn.

✧ You still haven’t properly apologised, or seen each other since the yelling, but just as you open your mouth she interrupts you.

✧ “I don’t want your apology. You had no right to say that, but I did not have the right to mourn like I did either.”

✧ Her eyes flicker to Legolas and Arwen’s necklace, “He is not mine to love.”

✧ “You should still have been able to mourn. And I am sorry.”

✧ The silence arrives again, both of you watching the elf and his brother - and you see a different kind of sadness in Éowyn’s eyes. The one many girls make, when they realise he isn’t in love with them.

✧ Sighing, you turn away from him. “I’d like to start over. Us two, I mean.”

✧ At your offer she smiles, holding out a hand to shake. “For a new dawn.”

𝐄𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

✧ Éomer is impressed by your skill off a horse, and more so in how you deal with the riders you attempt to train (it's quickly apparent how little some of the Rohirrim care about these skills).

✧ Trusting you to handle them, he instead shows his support by watching most sessions - at first with Éowyn, and eventually on his own.

✧ It makes him smile when you start to seek him out in the small crowd you have, trusting that he'll be there.

✧ Seeing Éomer often brightens your day as well, the one consistent smile in your work-place.

✧ As the two of you get more comfortable with each other's company you start offering to walk him back to his - an offer first met by laughter, although now both of you walk that path together.

✧ He's good company, and never fails to put you in good spirits after a bad day - almost determined to keep talking until whatever negativity is on your mind is gone.

✧ Approaching his rooms, you catch Éowyn's eye and she laughs, remarking in some ways the two of you are better friends than she is with either of you.

✧ Even when he reassures her that is not the case, you realise he never denies your friendship either.

𝐁𝐚����𝐝

✧ Now that he knows who he’s looking for, Bard realises just how much he sees you around Laketown. Usually it’s just standing guard, but sometimes it’s doing something else - whether it’s as simple as giving directions to someone or intervening when patrons get a little too drunk.

✧ It’s admirable work, and thanking you is an easy way to strike up a conversation.

✧ Sometimes he feels bad about praising you just so he can talk with you - but the compliments are genuine.

✧ You begin to look forward to when Bard comes over, not because of the praise but because of the company and the conversation - something that breaks up the monotony of your day.

✧ Although even when your day is busy, it’s still a highlight when he comes to talk to you.

✧ Sometimes the kids come over too - and they’re very sweet as well, sometimes offering you even more baked goods (you’ve been given the same cookie recipes a few times).

✧ The children can tell there’s something special between the two of you, as well, and when Tilda looks up at you she smiles. “I’m glad you’re da’s friend.”

✧ “I’m glad I’m his friend too.”

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ Over time, your biweekly meetings with the king begin to feel less and less about work, and about making sure you’re doing your duty as an educator, and more an over-formalised meeting between friends.

✧ The first questions are always about Prince Legolas, of course, but over time the amount of questions dwindle from thirty to only around ten.

✧ Even then his questions still aren’t as formal anymore, and you begin to relax more around the king.

✧ You’re no longer dismissed when you’ve said your peace, and instead invited to stay for longer and sit with him to simply talk.

✧ The two of you never use the label of friends, but when he offers you a glass of elvish wine half way through one of your meet-ups the two of you know what label you’ve achieved.

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥

✧ As the trials for becoming part of the royal guard approaches, you realise just how much time you’ve spent with Tauriel.

✧ You still have to do your normal duties, of course, and you train with other people - but more days than not you’re spending time with her.

✧ Sometimes most of your day is spent together, and even if it’s mostly training - physical or trying to recite schedules from memory - you still enjoy her company.

✧ A week before the trial, as the both of you are in Mirkwood’s library, you feel Tauriel’s gaze suddenly come upon you. And she asks if the royal guard has always been your dream.

✧ You answer honestly, before asking her the same question - to which she replies it will be an honour, but not her life's goal.

✧ You can tell there’s a deeper meaning to her questioning, however, and ask what she’s truly wondering about.

✧ “If… if only one of us gets into the royal guard, will we still be able to spend time with each other?”

✧ Looking up from the book, you can see her worry. “Of course, I wouldn’t leave a friend behind.”

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ After Lindir shows up with flowers, apologising and telling you he looks forward to seeing more of you, you expect him to come maybe once or twice more before leaving again.

✧ Instead, he begins to come rather regularly, politely waiting until you’ve finished doing whatever you’re doing before asking about your day.

✧ He’s never obtrusive, and asks if you’re sure you’re alright with him doing this about three times every time, but something about his presence just makes you smile.

✧ Lindir even, inadvertently, gives you some opportunities to make more friends - whether he’s dragged them over to you, or talked about you enough that many of the elves can recognise you and know a little about you (it’s hard to miss a human in Rivendell).

✧ Eventually, you’re invited to your first meeting - or party? (it’s hard to tell with some elves) - and you can’t help feeling slightly out of place.

✧ Despite the singing and festivities, the way every elf seems to have a smile on their face and is welcoming, you can’t help feeling out of place.

✧ And then, while you’re tucked into a corner, you notice Lindir come up beside you.

✧ You feel guilty about making him miss out on socialising with his friends, but he reassures you that he’s never been big on large scale social interactions.

✧ Besides, by speaking to you in a corner he is interacting with his friends at this party.

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Although you spend a lot of your time in Lothlórien with the Fellowship, you go out and patrol with Haldir when you can.

✧ The second patrol is done mostly in silence, but it isn’t an unwelcoming silence. Away from the stress of the ring and the noise of eight travelling companions, Haldir seems to recognise that silence is currently what you need.

✧ On the third patrol there’s talking again, and he tentatively begins to make small-talk with you about whatever comes to his mind.

✧ It’s easy to make conversation with the elf, and when you're not talking he’s easy to walk in the moonlight with.

✧ Eventually the fellowship realise where you’re going, and Pippin and Merry often come to see you off - dying for something to do.

✧ As he arrives, Pippin looks between the two of you and grins. “Well, have fun on your ‘walk’ with your friend’.”

✧ Haldir glances between you and the hobbit before, in a completely deadpan expression, answering, “We will.”

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧

✧ The two of you became friends the day that you met, no questions asked.

✧ It was never officially said between you two, but when you had asked about book recommendations and Elladan’s eyes lit up as he began dragging you everywhere everyone could see what was going on.

✧ You’re good friends with Elrohir too, although he often jokes that you’ve somehow managed to make him into a third-wheel and you aren’t even courting (yet).

✧ The first time ‘friends’ is ever said is when the two of you are reading together and Erestor is sent to check up on Lord Elrond’s sons.

✧ Having never met you before, he enquires into how you know the sons of Elrond.

✧ Elladan doesn’t hesitate when answering, “They’re my best friend!”

𝐄𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐫

✧ As half-elven and one of the (soon-to-be) king’s company, Elrohir is easily allowed into places he doesn’t technically have access to.

✧ Namely, the tent of the army's commanders (your tent) as you ride to the Black Gates of Mordor.

✧ It’s a shock to see him suddenly in your tent, although it’s a shock to him to hear steel being drawn when he turns around.

✧ When he tries to reason that he’s technically a commander of the Grey Company (even though you’ve seen Halbarad more often), you can’t help but be a little amused by him.

✧ He seems to sense the weakness, instantly beginning to talk to you - asking about your day, about Gondor, about your brothers.

✧ The two of you sit down just as you realise what he’s doing, but when you open your mouth he interrupts you.

✧ “Have you not seen the coldness out there? You’re one of few using this tent, surely you wouldn’t begrudge its use to a friend?”

✧ “Yes, I would.”

✧ You watch him leave again, but as he turns around he still smiles at you. “You didn’t deny the second part of my statement, at least.”

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Ned Stark wife headcannons ❤️👀

Being Ned Starks wife

A/N: Thank you for the request!! I'm always so excited to get these<3 I also added what I thought would be a cute wedding dress! Feel free to send more requests!

Marrying Ned after Catelyn's death was not easy and you knew this coming into the relationship. Your father was close friends with Ned, so to help stave off unwanted advances from other houses he offered you.

You knew Ned didn't love you, that this was solely a political move to strengthen both your houses, but you refused to let that get to you. This was your life now and you'd do your duties to the best of your ability.

The first few months after the wedding Ned requested that you slept in separate rooms and you respected his decision. It gave you time to settle into the home but left you quite lonely.

You found yourself watching over the younger children. Rickon, being too young to really know his mother, latches onto you quickly as well as Bran. While Bran knew his mother, he confided in you that they never got to spend time with her the way you were able to. This told you all you needed to know to take care of these kids and hopefully make your husband happy. 

In the mornings before breakfast, you made it a habit to greet Ned and wish him well on his daily activities. With Rickon on your hip, you and Bran would spend time reading in the library until the older boys came to train with him. Watching them shoot arrows and spar together was exciting, and more than once you found yourself cheering them on. 

You didn’t see it but soon the boys started competing to see who could get you to cheer for them.

Some days you'd sit in on Sansa and Arya's stitching lessons and honestly you could use the lessons as well. Showing off your horrendous stitches made both of the girls laugh and feel better about their own. Sansa felt a sense of pride whenever you complimented her stitching and once gifted you a beautiful flower bouquet she made.

Arya, of course, felt that once again she was being looked over for her sister. You could easily spot the hurt within her and went out of your way to compliment her on the things she was good at even if they weren't "proper".

One day, she sneaks off to the training area and tries shooting arrows. You discover her and instead of calling her back inside you decide to assist her with the little knowledge you’ve picked up from the boys. The first time she gets a bullseye she runs up to you giving you a tight hug. You both hear clapping in the distance and notice Ned standing off to the side with a brilliant smile on his face. 

That night Ned asks you to his room for the first time since your wedding night. It caught you off guard but you gathered yourself and made your way over. It started off innocent with the both of you laughing and sharing stories about the kids. Then the discussion of your wedding night comes up, and how it was never truly consummated (because he’s a gentleman and didn’t want to pressure you). A glass of wine later and you both find yourselves under the sheets entangled in each other.

From that day forward you started sleeping in his room together. 

The way this man can balance all his responsibilities and still be doting and loving is crazy.

Life with Ned is peaceful. He wakes you up in the morning with a kiss on the cheek, and prefers you to call him Ned in private. It wasn’t often you both had alone time but when you did it was spent reading to each other or talking about the day you had. He loved watching you with the kids, especially the younger ones.

On more than one occasion he’s had to break up a disagreement between the kids only to find out it’s about who can spend more time with you.

He couldn't help but smile at the small piece of happiness he's created with you here.

[atarathegreat]

i'm not sure if you're writing nsfw but can i request a one shot baji x fem reader about their first time where they're both virgins

Working with you is absolutely the worst thing for Baji. You wear the shortest shorts and the thinnest shirts just to play with him. He wants you, and you use that against him. There's no other explanation.

"Hey, Baj." It's obvious that you're leaning purposefully to push your breasts out. Every day. Every. Damn. Day. All you do is torture him with it. "Can you help me reach one of the boxes in the back? It's up too high and my crop top is too short." That soft pout... Baji could only imagine how soft your lips were.

Of course. Baji should've guessed you'd wear something that could slide up easily, just another tactic for you to weasel your way deeper into his mind. Another way for you to get under his skin and make him want nothing more than to have you flush against the wall. He wants you; his cock wants you more than anything. There's no way you aren't as soft as he dreams, that you aren't loud, that you don't whimper so pretty.

When you started working at the little side shop, you were nice and wore clothes that covered you. Seeing you every day in your sweet little dresses, helping the customers, Baji couldn't help but compliment you, you were gorgeous. He needed you to know that. Now that you were wearing more revealing clothes and even trying to tempt him, Baji's mind was filled with you. How great your chest looked under your thin shirts, the way your ass jiggled when you walked, even the way you absently scratched at your thighs while working the counter. It all made his pants tight, and he had to go on break often. He thought he was shameless until he started hiding in the bathroom to whack one out with the image of you burnt into his mind.

"I need that one." The fabric of your crop top rode up to expose your underboob as you pointed. No bra? Geez, Baji was gonna need to go on break again. Composure wasn't on his side as Baji reached for the box, and you saw that, and you took your chance. Tingles shot around Baji's ribs as your palm splayed over the tightening bulge in his jeans. The friction was nearly enough to make him bust in his pants. A thousand fantasies ran through his mind; your pretty manicured hands wrapped around his shaft, maybe your lips around the head of his cock. There was no denying the way he wanted to just sink into your tight cunt.

"Thanks for all your help. Is there any way I can... help you?" The devil was in your eyes, gazing up at him and practically begging him to slap his balls against your chin. He'd do it with honor.

No one was really aware, seeing as Baji had a reputation as a lover boy, but he was a virgin. It never bothered him until you started wearing skimpy little outfits, and he was tempted to sit you in his lap every second you were near him. Gods, he wanted to feel you. To his very untrained eye, maybe you were a virgin, too. Or you were extremely out of practice. Either way, Baji could only imagine you were tight as a rubber band. Fuck, he wanted you.

With the box forgotten, Baji tugged lightly at the bottom of your top, "Any way?" He truly wished you meant it. Your tits looked amazing with clothes over them, but he really, really wanted to see them without anything in his way.

There wasn't anything making him control himself. The second your nipples peeked out the bottom, Baji was on them. Your gasps were soft and sweet as Baji sucked your tit into his mouth, borderline swallowing it in his haste to hear more of your precious sounds. More tingles moved around his lungs as your gentle fingers locked into his long hair and swirled down to his cock. It was almost too much; he already couldn't control himself. How long until he wasn't able to hold back, and he had to keep you quiet in the back room?

"How much can you take, babe?" Baji's voice was a low, husky sound. His groin was starting to hurt with the strain in his jeans.

"Don't know."

Perfect. Neither of you knew what was going to happen. Not to be confused, Baji was going to do his absolute best to put you on cloud nine, but maybe that would be enough for you to think he was a thousand times better than he really was.

"Is this something you want?" His eyes were reminiscent of a puppy wanting his favorite treat for being a good boy. The restraint he had shown the whole time he's worked with you is reason enough for him to get a reward. He couldn't keep his hands off you, your voice making him yearn even more, "I've been trying to get your attention for weeks."

Well, know you had it. The small store didn't have many places where Baji could just undress you, the closest thing being the back break room. There was no camera and no windows. And the couch was comfortable enough that he would lay you down there. With your shirt replaced over your breast, or at least enough that Baji could still get a nice glance but not the cameras, the both of you made the short walk to the break room.

Foreplay wasn't really something Baji was into, along with his lack of understanding of it might be needed in some cases. He caught the way your cheeks went red as he moved your shorts and panties aside, pulling out his brick hard erection. Warm, soft, just like he knew you were. The tip of his cock began to tingle, and he was only rubbing through your folds in search for your entrance. "Fuck... so fuckin' wet." Baji gasped as his tip caught on your hole, "There we are."

He loved the crescent shapes your nails left in his biceps as he sunk into you. The way you moaned out a choked "Baji," was enough to make him melt into your heat even more. "I've got you." Baji groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder, "Fuck...I came..."

Gods, your sweet giggles made him want more. "It feels like you're in my stomach." Your eyes were wide, pretty with your pupils just blown as wide as they could be. He moved slowly, letting the veins and ridges in his dick rub softly against your gummy insides. While your moans were beautiful, Baji still covered your mouth, "We don't want customers to hear."

Baji wanted to be gentle and go slow for you, but that's not what you wanted. With each slow thrust Baji tried to give, you were bucking your hips, taking him as deep as you were able with fast movements. It was rough, trying to hold himself back for you. But if you wanted it faster, rougher, was it really his place to deny it?

With his thumb placed firmly against your clit, he matched your pace. "Look at those pretty eyes." Baji fisted the couch cushion with his free hand, "All rolled back and heavy for me. What a pretty girl."

"Baj~" Blood was fed straight to his cock as you whined for him, your sweet cunt just swallowing as much of him as you could handle. "Just like that, babe. Sounds so damn sweet."

[luvbugs-blog]

getting saved by...

pairings: tanjiro x reader, inosuke x reader, zenitsu x reader

a/n: there will be a part two... but switched! you saving them!

warnings: POSSIBLE SPOILERS! also mentions of death in inosuke's (reader has to do what tanjiro did to wake up on the mugen train)

part two!

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tanjiro kamado

you try to brace yourself as you're thrown against a tree. it hurts, but you have to keep going. you think of the bright smile that always inspires you when you need it. the smile of your best friend. you take in a deep breath in, trying to control your total concentration, as you reflect on where you are at, and how you would rather be back at the butterfly mansion with your friends, who haven't finished healing yet.

you lift yourself up just in time to deflect the blood demon art of the spider sister, who almost captured you in her web ball. you fling yourself to the side, and when you jump up, prepared for the next attack, she's gone.

strange. you look around you at all of your surroundings, hoping that she won't pop out from behind the trees. your power, besides your breathing, is in your strength, so unfortunately, you lack any power of being able to sense where your opponent is by smell, audio, or some weird beasty sense thing that inosuke possesses.

you still and close your eyes, trying to focus on listening, when you hear something above you. something isn't right about this.

you are able to jump to the side just as the monster leaps where you were. this thing is massive, with a godawful spider face. not only is it creepy, but it scares you enough that you hide behind a tree, trying to think of a plan. that's when you remember tanjiro again.

last week, the two of you were eating breakfast at the butterfly mansion. you were sitting next to each other, chatting and occasionally laughing at inosuke devouring his onigiri. you turn to focus back on your conversation about tanjrio's "hinokami kagura", and how impressive it is.

"you truly are amazing, tanjiro! not even the hashira can perform two breathing techniques!" you gush, trying to imagine yourself doing the same. "you must feel so powerful!"

tanjiro scratches at his neck, trying to push down the raging blush that had formed on his face. "it's really not that impressive! I'm sure you could do the same if you really tried."

"oh, don't be ridiculous. i'm not near close enough to your level. and don't be modest either! just don't forget about me when you become a hashira," you say, with a little joke at the end.

tanjiro grabs your hands and stares at you a little too intensely. you feel a little startled. "don't say that about yourself! you are an incredible swordsman and i constantly want to be like you."

you blink, unsure what to make of the fervent compliments. you open your mouth, but before you can respond, he continues.

"you inspire me with your strength. you never give up and that is what's truly amazing!" you swear you can see little puffs of steam coming out of his ears.

"uh..."

"so don't underestimate yourself!"

you blink for a moment, trying to find your composure. and you don't know what else to do but laugh.

"well, alright then!" you give him a huge smile and hug him tight. "thank you, tanjiro," you whisper into his ear. he just hugged you tighter to his body. what you missed seeing was the very pointed look given to him by zenitsu.

you brace yourself and make a move from behind the tree, rushing at the creature who was looking for you in the opposite direction. activating your first breathing form, you aim at the giant's arm, hoping to buy some time while he is regenerating. but your sword doesn't cut through. instead, he flings you a couple meters back. you land harshly on the ground, and you wince when you feel your ribs crack. you take a deep breath in, desperately hoping for an idea to get you out of this mess.

the monster roars, destroying trees in his path as he searches for you. "LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE."

some hell of a family, you think, as you roll out of the way to escape a tree from crushing you. you rush at the monster again, this time aiming for his neck with your sixth breathing form, but to no avail. your sword still doesn't go through.

you can see the monster's hand coming towards you. you're going to die. there's no way you can move out of the way without breaking your sword, and you won't be able to survive without it. think! you desperately rack your brain for ideas, but it's too late.

you close your eyes as the hand comes to you, but you never feel the impact. you quickly open your eyes to see a checkered haori blocking the monster's head.

"tanjiro!"

"y/n! i was so worried when we arrived and saw all of the bodies!" the hand shakes the two of you off, and tanjiro holds you close as you both fall to the ground. he's quick to jump to his feet, but you're still a little sore from your earlier exchanges with the tree. he gives you a charming smile as he helps you off the ground. "i'm so glad you are alright."

you jump up to give him a tight hug, trying to fight off the nerves of your near-death experience.

"gonpachiro! are you going to help me out or keep flirting?" you cough as he glances over at inosuke trying to saw his way through the monster's arm.

before you can react, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before running to help. "stay alive, ok!" he yells, "i have to confess something after the battle!"

you allow yourself one bashful smile before lunging into the fight, helping your future bf and one weird boar.

inosuke hashibira

you gasp for air as you're being held down by the neck by the train's appendage. you try to break free, but your sword is just out of reach and the tentacle thing is just too slimy to really grab hold of it. with one hand, you try to free your neck, and with the other hand, you strain for your sword. the appendage lifts you a bit and slams you back down, making something in your arm snap. you try to scream, but nothing comes out. your vision starts getting a little blurry, and black starts creeping around the edges.

what should you do? before you can do anything, a big eye pops out and blinks at you.

when you open your eyes, you have to adjust, because it suddenly got very bright. you sit up off the ground, looking around for the train, but you don't see anything. you do recognize this dirt path you are on though.

you lift yourself up and start along the path until you come across... the butterfly mansion? something wasn't right. you were supposed to be helping tanjiro and inosuke with the train demon.

just then you heard a cackle coming from inside the building. how is inosuke here? you also heard a scream coming from the inside. you sprint to the sound, and throw the doors open to see your little sibling cowering behind your parents, who were in a protective stance and looking up at the ceiling. on the ceiling was inosuke, crawling around like a weirdo.

"mom? dad?" how were they here? their deaths were the reason you became a demon slayer in the first place. tears start pouring down your cheeks as you run towards your beloved family. you stay there, hugging them for what seems like hours. your parents were very confused, but accepted the affection nontheless. your sibling was giggling at how stupid you looked, but you could care less, because at least they were alive.

maybe this whole slayer thing was just a bad dream. BAM. you jerk your head to see inosuke had come down from the ceiling. how did you forget? so the slayer thing was not just a dream. so what the hell is happening?

inosuke walks up to you and grabs your hand. "come on, y/n! let's go train." he walks you outside and into the woods.

"inosuke, i think something is wrong. we were fighting a demon and then we ended up back here. do you know anything?" he steps back and lifts his mask up, letting it fall to the ground.

"what the hell are you talking about?" he starts towards you, backing you into a tree. you put your hands to his chest, looking into his eyes.

"this is not the time to fight right now! i'm being serious-" you are silenced when he puts his finger to your lips, cocks his head and looks at you.

"the fuck are you yappin' about? you know the training thing is just a ruse." he puts his hands on your side and squeezes, making you gasp. he lays his head into the crook of your neck and gives you a small little bite, in which you grab onto his shoulders in shock. "we do this all the time."

Y/N!

you push inosuke back and look around. you grab onto his shoulder and gently shake it.

"didn't you hear that?" he just snorts. "hear what?"

Y/N!

"there it is again! someone is calling my name!" inosuke shakes his head and pushes against you once more, arms circling your waist. he starts to leave kisses up your neck, which causes you to let out a little whine. this was a little dream of yours that you kept a secret so no one would find out about your little crush.

pause.

A DREAM! of course!

"i've got to get out of here." inosuke lifts his head up.

"what?"

"you don't understand. this is a dream! the real you needs me right now." you run around the woods, searching for the demon that put you to sleep. if you kill it, you might be able to get out. how else would you wake up?

you slow to a stop, realizing the demon isn't in the dream with you. dream inosuke pokes your back. "what are you doing?"

you turn to him, unsure of what you're about to do. you reach to his waist and grab one of his swords.

"i'm sorry." you whisper, terrified. you bring the sword up to your neck. what if you're wrong? what if there are repercussions from the dream in reality. what if you actually died?

you push your hand up again the blade, ready, when a hand grabs your wrist. you look up into his beautiful face, which looked miserable.

"don't you want to be with me?" you almost drop the sword from your neck. you raise your hand to dream inosuke's face.

"it's all i've ever wanted, since we met. that's why i have to do this. to be with the real you." you pull your wrist free and scream, and with a twist of the blade, everything goes dark.

you wake up and take a deep breath. you can feel the wind from the roof of the train, and you realize it worked. you look over to see the appendage that was holding you wither into dust on the ground.

"you done taking your little nap? we got a demon to kill!" you smile at the taunting voice coming from behind you. you turn and jump into his arms.

"h-hey!" you lift his mask to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"thank you for waking me up," you say, before running off to where tanjiro was calling your name. inosuke follows behind you, very glad the mask is covering the redness of his face.

zenitsu agatsuma

there is no way you are making it out of this one alive, unless you hear the drum again. there are two demons making their way to you in this moving house. you aren't skilled enough to taken on two demons by yourself. so you are holding out that the drum will beat again soon, so that the rooms will shift. the first demon crawls closer and lashes it's tongue at you. you swipe at it, and the tip falls off, spraying blood over your uniform. while the first demon sprawls backwards in pain, the second lunges at you, and just as you swing your sword at it's neck, the drum shifts the rooms around.

you fall through the air in this new room, but land on something solid. you look down to see zenitsu under you.

"oh my goodness!" you hug him tight, thankful to see his face instead of another demon. while you're too busy with your relief, he's focused on your legs on either side of his waist. pervert.

his euphoria ends quickly, however, when you hoist yourself up and introduce yourself to the kid he is with. shoichi, the little boy, is so relieved that another slayer joined them, so he didn't have to put up with zenitsu's tantrums by himself.

while he is introducing himself, zenitsu sits up and screams. you turn, shielding the boy behind you, when you spot the tongue demon making it's way toward the three of you.

you all run to the nearest room and while you hope for another drum, you know you won't be so lucky this time, so you focus your attention on the door, hoping to be able to ambush the demon when he enters the room.

"no, no, no, no, no. please wake up." you turn to see zenitsu passed out on the floor.

"shoichi, i need you to get him to the wall if you can." then you turn your attention to the approaching demon, whose tongue had already regenerated. the tongue lashes out at you once more, but faster this time. you knew you wouldn't have time to cut it off, so you settle for deflecting it.

but the force of his tongue was too strong, and you were thrown backwards, hitting the wall and roughly falling to the ground. you crawl back over to zenitsu and shoichi, praying the drum sounds again.

you go to stand up to face the demon again when a soft hand pushes you back. you look up to see zenitsu and are surprised. wasn't he just passed out?

you see him get into position and hear a faint, "thunder breathing, first form". you blink and the demon is dead.

zenitsu sways for a second before falling back to the ground. you rush over to make sure he's ok to discover he's... STILL ASLEEP?

he jerks awake and squeals when he see's the demon's body disintegrating. he latches onto your torso and shamelessly hides his face into your skin.

"y/n-chaaaaan, you saved me! thank you thank you thank you!"

you look over at shoichi who just shrugs. with a small laugh, you lean over and press a kiss to zenitsu's head.

"let's try to get out of here, yeah?"

"AHHH y/n-chaaaaaan! let's get married!"

a/n: SORRRRRY i am so tired and so i rushed zenitsu's, but i hope it's still good! i'll try to finish the part two tomorrow (with a special surprise drabble!)

[blushy-tigerrr]

story time with tiger!

so, as you know from my post earlier, i was blessed to be able to spend the past six days with @applesyaboi :3 it has truly been the time of my life getting to hang out with this lovely human for so long, and as i’m writing this post while waiting in the airport to fly back home, i already miss him so much.

the whole story is under the cut if you’re interested in reading, but before we get into that, we did make content :3 but i will be waiting to share them as a celebration for reaching 400 followers as i am only 10 away from that amazing milestone!

anyway, here’s the story <3

let’s start at the beginning: may 30th. apples and i had been chatting and becoming very close friends for about a month when we really started talking about the idea of us meeting up and spending some time together. we had talked about it in a hypothetical sense a bunch, but this was when the actual planning happened. we both determined that august would be the best month, and we then decided on august 8th-13th! it worked out really nicely with my job and him moving into his own apartment a little bit before then. shortly after that, i bought my ticket on june 8th.

and then the waiting began.

let me tell you, that was the roughest part, second only to having to leave today. i went through some really tough stuff during that waiting period, and apples was constantly there as a support system for me through anything and everything. that made me all the more excited to get to see him and thank him in person for how much he had done for me.

after a very long 60 days of waiting, the day finally came. i got to the airport ridiculously early in the morning and boarded my plane with little issue. luckily for me, apples was awake when i was on the plane waiting to take off, so we got to chat for a little the morning of! and it was mostly just “AHHH OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING!!!” messages hehe

once my plane landed, i got my bag and waited at the exit for him to pick me up. once i saw his car pull up, my heart dropped in the best way. when i saw his face through the car window, my heart started pounding and i almost was scared to move, but this silly goose made a little beckoning motion to me and i broke out of that easily. when we hugged for the first time, i felt all of my stress melt out of my body completely. he gives some of the best hugs ever <3 and that was just the first of many

we were both a little nervous still on our drive to his place, but the nerves dissipated pretty quickly. we got to his apartment, i got to meet his cat, and then we laid down to snuggle for a bit. we were snuggled with the intent on taking a nap, but i’m sure no one is surprised to know that’s not what happened right away. he had his hand on my side and asked if i minded if he tickled me a little bit, and i told him i didn’t mind of course. he was so sweet and gentle and showered me with compliments the entire time. he’s very good at making me feel beautiful and loved and also very good at tickling oh my god he’s so teasy and constantly got me so flustered

then, because i’m a switchy little shit, i asked him the same question. he said it was okay, and guys. for as teasy of a ler as apples is, he is also soooo ticklish!! he’s super squirmy and flinchy, and his giggles are some of the cutest that i’ve ever heard <3 he told me a while ago he had never been tickled before, so i did my best to be very gentle and careful with not pushing it too far by checking in and making sure he was still having fun and was okay. he did the very same thing for me, and i greatly appreciated it.

we also tried out a few tools while i was there! none of them worked on him (scam) except for the pursonic, but that only worked in one spot for him. for me, though? that thing is the devil. it tickles so badly in just about every spot you can think of. i think apples is just broken lol <3 we also tried feathers and makeup brushes which were suuuuper effective on spots like my ears and neck and behind the knee (mean), but all of that was incredibly fun!

of course, that’s not all we did in those six days although it was majority. we also went out for food a few times, went to a sports game, and went on multiple walks around the area. however, i think the only thing we may have done more than tickle each other was snuggle together. and that? was so nice. like i said before, he made me feel so comfortable so quickly, and because of that, we were able to be so snuggly the entire time which i know we were both very grateful for.

as i’m sitting at my gate writing this all out, it’s really sinking in how much fun this all was for me and how lovely it was to have a break from regular life for a while. it was definitely very needed for both of us. apples, thank you so so much for having me these past six days. you’ve truly made me happier and more relaxed than i’ve been in an incredibly long time. it’s been so lovely to get to laugh with you and snuggle with you and just be around you for this time. thank you for being so sweet and loving and kind and understanding, and thank you for being one of the best friends that i have ever had in my entire life. i love you so so much /p <3

[joocomics]

I LOVEE the way you write. how detailed you are is truly amazing.

whenever you’re free and have the motivation I’d LOVE to hear your dom!intak headcanons… cause just thinking about him like that makes me 😵‍💫😵‍💫

hope you are doing good, love <3

a/n: tysm for the sweet compliment 😭 and thank you for being here i appreciate you! hope you’re having a wonderful day/night wherever you are, take care <3

dom!intak has such a high sex drive. he easily gets turned on when he’s around you, and is often in the mood for sex; which means you’re often sore and with marked chest and thighs. he’s usually rough, because he gets completely immersed in the moment and forgets about how strong his body is while yours - fragile and easily bruised. he’s addicted to your weak voice and the sounds from pleasure you make when he’s pounding into you with your hair tangled in his hand, and they always make him even more eager to keep up the intense pace

dom!intak loves manhandling. he picks you up and places you on the nearest surface cause he can always make it work in his favour; no matter where, no matter the time. it’s a big ego boost for him whenever you gasp and giggle when he moves you around, manhandling you into the positions he wants. his favorite one is the classic doggy, but he has a weak spot for having you in a headlock while you’re standing on your feet in front of a mirror so you can both watch your face in ecstatic silence as he whispers in your ear and your nails dig into his biceps as a response. you always end up in a silent moan, because he reaches your deep desired spot every single time

as much as he loves the moments when he fucks out the words out of you, he really likes it when you talk to him - more specifically, when you beg and babble how good you feel. he eats up all your yes-es and don’t stop. the more you whine his name and choke on your incoherent sentences, the more you motivate him to do even better in fulfilling your desires. if you’re not into dirty talk he wouldn’t pressure you, but if you are, then he’d be on cloud nine. it’s a big turn on for him when you get a bit bolder with your choice of words, because he gets to see you gradually begin to struggle with speaking them out until you’re not able to utter a thing from how amazing he feels inside you

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Can I request a fic where Wrecker or Hunter (your choice) falls for a circus performer after he sees a show where she’s an acrobat? (I’m thinking Greatest Showman vibes for this fic)

Performance

Wrecker x Reader

Summary- Wreckers sees your performance as an acrobat and immediately falls in love!

A/N- Thank you for requesting, I finally had an idea spark with his prompt! Thank you SO MUCH for your patience <3 Reader is described as flexible, but no body type is mentioned! :)

Word Count- 1,187

Growing up on Ord Mantell was tough to say the least. It was an over-populated and crowded city. Not to mention, being the daughter of a Ring Master.

Your father ran a sort of Circus. Taming and showing off exotic creatures, all while putting on a show. You knew at an early age you'd follow in his footsteps of becoming a performer. To see the cheers and joy on faces made all your hard work pay off.

And the pay? Well it was enough to get by.

Your day started like any other, warming up for your set moves. That was until a small girl and a very large man in armor stumbled into the Circus tent.

They both seemed sweet, but the show didn't start for another hour.

"Excuse me, how can I help you?" You walked up to them, your shiny leotard and skirt reflecting in the lights.

"Wow..." The big man spoke.

You frowned your brows at him. "Oh! Uh, I'm Wrecker! Your outfit is really pretty..." Your face rose in understanding. He meant a compliment, not an insult.

"Well thank you, Wrecker! May I ask what you two are doing here? The circus doesn't start until the sun goes down." They must be new to the city, most knew exactly when the tricks started.

"We came to see the show! We were just so excited, we couldn't wait until sundown!" The girl beamed you had a good feeling about her.

You smiled at her words, it was becoming more rare for children to be excited for your work. Many chose to stay indoors now, you mostly received tourists nowadays.

"You sure sound excited! What's your name?" You teased, slightly bending down to her.

"I'm Omega, and this is my brother." She turned to gesture to Wrecker. You got a good look at him, he was... really tall and muscular.

You were extremely grateful for the colorful lighting all around. Without it, they'd have been able to see your blush.

Feeling in a particularly good mood, you spoke. "Since you two have been so kind, would you like to stay? To watch the rehearsals and warm ups?"

The girl jumped up, grabbing onto her brothers arm. "Oh, please Wrecker?"

He was distracted, however. His eyes still on you. "Uh yeah sure kid. Whatever you want."

You noticed, bashfully looking down. Only for a moment, as an idea sparked. "Why don't you guys go over to the snack booth and get some Mantell Mix? On the house!"

You pointed to the stand. After they both thanked you, Omega and Wrecker headed that way.

Something turned in your stomach, nerves... You haven't gotten nervous before performing since you were a child. Your whole life you'd been on stage, why was not any different? Was it because Wrecker was still keeping a mesmerized eye on you?

Sure, you had plenty of creeps checking you out. It just came with the job, a tight leotard never helped. Wrecker, however, didn't have a lustful eye. He truly seemed innocent and simply in adoration when he looked at you.

You shook off the feeling, after the show was over they'd leave. Just like everyone else did. That was just the path you chose in life. You couldn't help but wonder if you wanted more. Everyone seemed to come and go, but you stayed. Were you tired of staying in one place?

You had no time to dwell on such thoughts, the show was starting soon. A crowd was starting to form, lines getting longer at the food stands. It was your que to follow your father behind the curtains.

Just before doing so, you looked back. A small tradition your mother started when you were little. A last look at the crowd before you reentered as their entertainment. Typically, they were basking in the refreshments or the patterns covering the walls- but your eyes met Wreckers.

He had a goofy grin on his face, one that matched Omegas. When he saw you looking back at him, he gave an energetic wave. You shyly raised your hand to acknowledge him, a matching grin on your face.

It made your heart flutter, though you intermediately shamed yourself for feeling so childish. Flings were for children. Not professional performers.

The show went on, as it always does. Lights move quickly, crowd hushing, and your father the ring bearer introduces the acts.

Juggling, Knife Throwing, Beast Tamer, Sword Swallowing, Clowns. You name it. Each after the other came out in a silly or scary tune. You, however were called last.

"We conclude our show with the Acrobat and Trapeze artist in one!" He called your name out, a slow melody following. It was a sweet harmony you enjoyed, the colorful lights dimming.

Only a single light filled the tent, pointed at you as you were lowered from a support rail.

A silk stream warped around your waist and upper arms. You bended and twisted- earning many gasps and whispers.

You found yourself wondering only for the large man you just met. Was he encaptured by your movements? Was he worried for you as you dropped down to the floor, swinging on the silks? Did he care enough?

Finishing the show was second nature, jumping from one side of the tent to another, grabbing onto rope and gliding above the crowd, a fake sword fight with a clown. It was work, but you truly had fun each time.

Sooner than later, it was all over. You retreated after the applause, noting that Wrecker cheered the loudest. When the majority of the crowd was gone, you came back out to help the clean up.

"That was Auuhhmazing!" He drew out his words, Wrecker bouncing over to you. Omega was hot on his tail.

You flashed your teeth, "Thank you!" Typically it ended at that, but he had so many nice things to say about you...

"I was so scared for you, that last drop was crazy!" He said, looking genuinely concerned. Omegas added to him, "You looked so cool in the silk ropes!"

"You two are so kind, I'm truly flattered." You began to end the conversation, a blush rising up.

That was until Omega pulled on Wreckers arm, "Now!" She urged.

He was bashful, rubbing the back on his neck. "Uh, you really are beautiful. Not that that's the only think I noticed! Uhm, I just, you are so talented, and nice... I was wondering if you'd..." He stopped to look at your expression.

"I would be honored Wrecker, just name a time and place." You had never known yourself to be so bold, he just seemed to bring that out in you.

"Really?" He exclaimed, surprised. "Yes." You laughed out.

"What about after tomorrow's show?" He was eager.

"I'll be waiting right here in my nicest dress." At your words, his face dropped. He turned to Omega.

"We have to go shopping for some nice clothes!" She seemed to become giddy at this.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Wrecker. I'm looking forward to it." He could only blush and stare as you walked away.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @dangraccoon @knight-of-flowers

[zerobaselove]

how the zb1 boys show their love for you ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: just my opinion but honestly i could see a lot of different options for them. i tried to keep them pretty even but some ideas just came easier than others

jiwoong ;

absolutely just loves spending time with you

whether that's going out on cute dates to a museum or a café and trying new drinks

or staying at home and just coexisting while you both do your own thing

he absolutely adores being in your presence and being able to look up and see you focusing on whatever task you're doing

the sun was high in the sky, casting a bright light through your shared apartment with your boyfriend jiwoong. you found your attention moving from the book in front of you to the boy across from you on the couch. his hair still slightly messy and his frame still sporting the pajamas he had worn the night before; neither of you had wanted to get ready for the day yet, both too content to just sit in each others presence with a nice drink and your own tasks to attend to. it seems jiwoong noticed your staring as he took his eyes off his phone to look at you, confusion evident on his face. "is there something on my face?" he questioned.

you shook your head, a moment of silence passing before you let your thoughts out "i love you jiwoong," you smiled, no other thoughts in that moment other that how much you truly adored your boyfriend and his presence.

"oh," a similar smile spread across his face at the confession, "i love you too darling."

rest of the members under the cut!

zhang hao ;

loves to ruffle and play with your hair, especially to comfort/relax you

loves to have your head in his lap and have you tell you about his day while his fingers brush your hair back

he just wants to be someone who you feel you can come to for comfort and to get things off of your shoulders

to say your work stressed you out was an understatement. the constant running around and miscommunication that you get blamed for really did your head in sometimes. but what made it worth it was at the end of the day, you could go home to your boyfriend zhang hao. walking into your apartment to hao standing in the kitchen felt like a breath of fresh air; your shoulders visibly relaxing at the sight of someone you loved so dearly. "tough day at work?" he asked, sounding genuinely worried. you weren't sure how he could always pick up on these things, but you were thankful for him reading your mind. before you could even respond he had moved to sitting on the couch, patting his legs as a signal to come lay down, and you followed without second thought.

laying your head in his lap, treating his legs like a pillow, you couldn't help but already feel better.

"do you wanna talk about it? or do you just want some quiet." his fingers came up to card through your hair, brushing stray locks out of your face. you smiled at the gesture, "just wanna lay here with you if that's okay."

"of course that's okay, you're home now love."

hanbin ;

he is just your absolute biggest supporter and helper

always showering you with praise and compliments whether it be your skills and accomplishments or you yourself

and always wanting to help you where he can

he knows how much a few words or small gestures can help and so he will always be there to tell you how proud he is of you and how well you're doing, just in case you forget for a moment.

"is this what you've been working on?" hanbin's voice accompanied with a quiet applause nearly made you jump as you saw his reflection in the mirror of the dance studio. you had no idea when he got there or how much he'd seen but you couldn't help but blush, feeling like you had been caught. "it's nowhere near perfect." you insisted, now turning to face your friend, and crush, hanbin.

"it looks amazing to me!" he beamed, "you have to stop judging yourself so hard y/n, you're so talented." the blush on your face only seemed to intensify at the praise, but you were hoping he would think it was just because of dancing. "you know," you started, "there is something you could help me with to make it that much better." a mischievous smile spread across your face, his own expression looking more confused than anything. "there's a tutting part that i was wondering if you could help me with."

his face lit up at the opportunity, not only because that means you think he's skilled enough to teach, but it also means he gets to stick around and spend more time with you. "i'd love to"

matthew ;

just loves to be physically attached to you

who would he be if not leaning his head on your shoulder and being able to turn and peck your cheek whenever he pleased

whether it is as friends or as more, you two are attached at the hip if he has any say about it

"matthew i have to get up." you lightly moved his head off of your shoulder, only to be met with a joking whine coming from the boy. "but y/n-" he dragged the last syllable of your name in an attempt to convince you to stay on the couch with him for a while longer. you couldn't help but smile at his pouty expression, "but matthew-" you mirrored his tone, dragging out his name just as much, to no avail. he had made the decision to link your hands together, and your heart melted a little at the action.

"what's five more minutes," he started, "with your amazing boyfriend of all people, how could you complain?" he beamed his big smile at you, knowing exactly the power he had over you.

you huffed out a playful sigh before relaxing your body once again, "okay, five more minutes, but after that we really need to get up." now it was your turn to lean onto his shoulder, taking in the scent of his cologne and sighing in content. pressing a kiss to your temple, he laughed, knowing that in five minutes time you would be sitting here just as you are now, "whatever you say."

taerae ;

instead of struggling with words, he likes to find songs that say what he wants to instead

makes you playlists for every mood filled with songs he thinks you may like or ones that convey his feelings for you

will put in the effort to learn your favorite song on guitar so he can play it for you

taerae loved to recommend songs to you, and as much as you tried not to dwell on it, they were mostly love songs. you had been trying to get over your crush on your friend for a while now, but when he sent you songs like the ones he did, your brain couldn't help but over think every lyric and play it over and over again. after weeks of trying to convince yourself that he just thought you would like the melodies, you had found yourself in his bedroom, sitting on his bed while he was cross legged on the floor, guitar in his lap.

"i've been trying to write originals for a little bit now," his face flushed, but you didn't think much about it, too focused on the way your own cheeks would heat up in his presence. "i wanted to play you one, if that's okay?" you replied with an eager nod, watching the boy now fiddle with the strings momentarily before strumming out a heartwarming melody. you couldn't help but think for a moment that he was seeing into your mind; the lyrics had felt like they were perfectly describing your feelings for him better than you ever could.

soon the last string was plucked as he looked up to gage your reaction, met with a big smile across your face along with a string of praises from you. he quietly thanked you before continuing, "that song was uh," he paused for a moment, seeming to think about his next words carefully, "it was for you." you both were a blushing mess now, and painfully aware of it. "it was beautiful taerae, i loved it, i love you."

ricky ;

loves to surprise you with things that remind him of you, to let you know he thinks about you throughout the day

saw a pretty necklace with your birthstone or your initial? he got it for you

a picture of a cute puppy he saw while he was out and thought you'd like? he got 20 pictures and asked the owner for it's name so he could tell you

it wasn't often you and your boyfriend ricky had time to go out on dates, so you had to enjoy the time you could, which is how you found yourself at a café in town. you had only just sat down to wait for him when you the door of the building chimed, seeing your boyfriend's tall figure walk in, quickly scanning the café before seeing you and smiling as he made a beeline for you.

"you won't believe what i saw on the way here," he smiled, putting his bag down before sitting next to you and pulling out his phone. turning the phone to you, his screen showed a picture of one of the cutest puppies you had ever seen, an audible 'awh' coming out of your mouth. as if he was reading your mind, he continued, "his name is bear, and he's 6 months old."

"oh, i love him. he is just so precious, i wish i could've met him" you pouted, only slightly jealous that he got to meet such a cute puppy and you weren't there. "there will be more to see, c'mon." before you could protest that you only just got to the café, ricky had his hand in yours, ready to go explore, and maybe pet a few cute puppies.

gyuvin ;

loves to baby you and pepper kisses all over

it doesn't matter to him if you're older than him. he just adores being able to show the people he loves how much he loves them, and annoy them slightly in the process

even enjoys the playful fights back that occur

"gyuvin-" you whined, your boyfriend's big frame keeping you trapped and exposed for his incessant kisses and pokes to your cheek. and while deep down you loved it, you'd never tell him that. "you're just so lovely," he reaches to squish your cheeks this time, leaving any further complaints to die in your throat as he pushes your cheeks together.

soon enough he let you free, opting to sit beside you on your bed. "has anyone ever told you that you're clingy" you giggled, leaning into his side. "maybe once or twice," he smiled sheepishly, "but i can't help it, you're you." he turned to you quicker than you could process, peppering a few kisses on your cheek again.

"you're lucky you're cute."

"you love me," he said between kisses, planting the last one on your lips; you couldn't help but smile. "that i do."

gunwook ;

he loves to play with your hands

will sit there and aimlessly trace your knuckles and hold your hand in his while you two talk about something or really whenever he has a free hand

he just adores how nicely your hand fits in his

"i like this color," gunwook smiled, holding your hand in his, fiddling with your fingers. you smiled at the simple confession, letting him bring your hand closer to his hand to look at the small flowers decorating your nails. "how'd you do that?" his jaw was hanging open a little at the design. you laughed, "it's not that hard, just takes a steady hand." he hummed and nodded, returning to playing with your free hand as you scrolled on your phone.

the hum of the tv in the back bringing a comfortable atmosphere while you just enjoyed each other's presence. at some point he had begun to trace your knuckles, and sometimes drawing shapes on your palm. "hey that tickles," you let out an involuntary laugh as he began tracing a heart into the palm of your hand. "does it?" he asked innocently, holding his hand out for you to copy the action on him, letting out a small laugh at the light sensation. "you're right, it does." he flashed his gummy smile at you before interlocking your fingers.

"smooth gunwook, very smooth." the smile on your face had begun to mirror his, squeezing his hand now that it was in yours. a moment of silence had passed before he spoke up, "you know," he started, "sometimes i think we were meant to meet." he raised your connected hands, almost as if examining them, "i mean why else would your hand fit so perfectly in mine." a blush quickly made it's way to your cheeks, but you had to admit, he had a point.

"i think you might be right about that, gunwook."

yujin ;

instead of using words that he is a little too clumsy with, he decides to share with you

the last of his favorite gummies? all yours if you like them

a show he enjoys? he wants to enjoy it with you and talk about it

he just loves sharing what he likes with the person he likes, and he just hopes you'll enjoy it as much as he does

"you know you don't have to knock yujin, i gave you a spare key for a reason," you laughed at the boy, letting him in regardless, "i mean, you practically live here." after getting a shy smile from him in return, he spoke up, holding up a small white bag that seemed to be filled with snacks. "look what i brought!" he beamed, placing the bag on the counter.

"oh my god, these are my favourite! how'd you know?" you said, holding up a bag of peach gummies. "they're my favourite too!" he smiled wider than before, "don't worry, we can share."

not long after, you two brought the snacks to the living room, setting up on the couch with more pillows and blankets than you could count. "your turn to pick the movie," you turned to yujin, handing him the remote and leaving your fate of entertainment in the boy's hand. "oh!" he started, quickly opening netflix and hitting the search bar, "there's this one movie i saw recently that i think you'd like, it's one of my favorites."

you smiled at the excitement in his voice, moving to get comfortable as he clicked on the movie, "i'm sold."

[intimidating-fettuccine]

This idea randomly popped into my head and I just wanted to write it down.

Just imagining Helen if he didn’t become a creep. Helen growing up and doing everything he can to get away from his abusive parents. Helen buried himself in his art, trying to perfect and improve it and make something out of it. Helen goes on to become a very well-known artist, making a living off of his work, so much so that he starts to travel so that he can experience new things and further his creativity with all the different views he sees and people he meets. Helen who saw you one day in a park and knew immediately you were the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen. Helen keeps going back to that park hoping to see you again, and he does.

He walks up to where you’re sitting and politely asks to sit next to you, and he’s elated when you agree. He absentmindedly draws the landscape around you, catching your eyes as you compliment him on his work. He bashfully thanks you, explaining he’s an artist and does it by trade. You ask to see more of his pieces, and he shows you photos of them, explaining all of the details and inspirations that went into them. You talk for a few hours, and at the end of it, Helen asks if it would be alright to get your number. Despite fearing rejection more than when publishing any art piece, you accept again, and he feels elation flowing through him.

He decides to stay in your city for a much longer period of time than he originally intended, halting his travel plans. The two of you keep talking, and eventually, Helen asks for you to model for him. You’re unsure at first, not really convinced you’d be the best model for him, but he insists, citing his beliefs; that you’re a very attractive person and he’d love to capture you artistically. Though flustered, you agree to his request and begin casually modeling for him. Soon, all of his sketchbooks are filled with you. Once Helen draws you a few times it becomes muscle memory to him, and he finds himself absentmindedly sketching you whenever he’s distracted. The two of you continue to grow closer, meeting up for lunches and dinners, hanging out when the two of you are free, and occasionally with you modeling for him in between.

Helen knows a few weeks into talking to you that he’d like to ask you on a date, but it takes a few months in truth before he gets there. Months where he was supposed to be leaving your area, but instead he’s renting an apartment, buying furniture, creating a permanent space he never planned on doing, but he can’t force himself to leave. By the time he’s finally confident enough to ask you, you’re equally as interested in him, and soon one date becomes two, and then three, and then four, and then Helen is convinced he’s never going to be able to move away from you.

You’re the most charming and wonderful person he’s ever met, with all of your quirks and habits, and he just can’t help but fall deeper and deeper in love with you every day. Sketches of you become paintings, some of which are subtle enough to obscure your identity he publishes, but those that truly follow his work and online presence begin to recognize the silhouette in his pieces with the person he’s regularly taking photos with when the two of you are on excursions, although nobody has definitive proof of it being you, it’s obvious that you’ve enamored the once lonely artist.

Helen continues to grow, amassing a bigger audience and obtaining a much more stable financial income from his work, taking up commissions in his spare time that contribute heavily. He still travels on occasion but is no longer alone. He takes you with him, showing you his favorite places, all of the beautiful areas you’d never been to before, but can’t help but recognize from some of the photos he once showed you on that fateful day at the park. Months turn into years, a lonely apartment turns into one with warmth and two bodies to occupy it together, and Helen can’t help but relish in the fact that you are the best decision he’s ever made.

Eventually, of course, he asks you to marry him. He takes you to a spot he said he’d been planning on scouting for a painting, a gorgeous area, one of the most beautiful he’d ever taken you to. While you’re admiring the scenery, he kneels down behind you, and of course, when you turn to face him finally and he pops the question, you can’t help but say yes. The next piece he publishes is of a hand, adorned by a beautiful engagement ring in front of a gorgeous view. Then, it becomes two people in love on their wedding day, the same ring spotted in the painting, now accompanied by a wedding band. Through all his early trials and tribulations, Helen never thought he’d find someone to settle down with, but he’s never been more thankful for anything than he is for meeting you. His art started so dark, so moody, but after growing with you it’s become filled with so much warmth and expression. The once lonely artist found his muse that changed his life for the better, his muse that he’ll continue to paint for the rest of his days, so long as he is able.

[osleeplessflowero]

✨~📖Fairytale Series📖~✨

Previous Part 💙 First Part ❤️ the show must go on. ;) so here's another oneshot! oh, do i love enemies to lovers.. it's mostly nightmare focused but there'll be more oneshots with this plotline so the others will get more time to shine later!

Stars twinkle overhead in the night sky. The church's bells ring in unison as you walk down a long hallway, adjusting your crown so it doesn't slip with an irritated look.

Today was..a stressful one, to say the least.

As a ruler, you take pride in hosting various beautiful parties for the people of your kingdom. Nobility, working class, peasants..anyone may attend, which has led to quite a lot of gossip..gossip that sometimes caught the attention of the wrong crowds.

This morning, you'd received word that a ruler from a neighboring kingdom would be attending your event today..one you had planned to avoid all contact with, having known the terrible rumors about him..and having met him before. A monster who overtook his kingdom by force..cruel to his subjects. Corrupt. You'd rather not associate with someone like that..but it seems you have no choice.

Walking into the ballroom, you put on your best performed smile, walking over to a throne that had been placed down and thanking your staff for moving it for you, sitting down on a high balcony so you can oversee everyone below.

"May the festivities commence!" You call out, hearing cheers from those below and letting out a contented sigh. At least you can embrace their enjoyment until a certain someone arrives..

The band plays their best songs with smiles, the various groups of humans and monsters alike dancing together on the ballroom floor..a bright, brilliant chandelier shines above them all.

This is all you've ever truly wanted..peace among your kingdom. People being able to get along and coexist without fail..your parents had never seen your vision when they were still here, but now? Well..you've proven them wrong. Peace is the right answer..true bliss.

..That is interrupted when the entrance doors slam open. The crowd gasps. You stand, putting your hands on the railing in front of you.

"What is the meaning of this?" You ask, eyes darting around.

Gasps move around the room like wildfire. Everyone turns to the entrance, wondering who could be causing such a ruckus.

Two skeletons enter the ballroom, standing side by side. One with a large grin on his face, the other's shrouded in the shadow of his hood.

"ladies and gentlefolk! wow, is this a beautiful party! really outdid yourself up there, your majesty!"

"and now..we are proud to announce.." The hooded one strains a word there as the two of them hold their arms to the door.

"the arrival of his majesty!" They say together.

An uncomfortable aura fills the room..a chill goes down your spine as a faint green light is seen visible burning in the darkness of the entranceway.

A king steps out, a calm but sly grin on his face. His body is stained with some sort of substance..his attire a dark shade of green to match his single bright eyelight. He leans a cane on the floor, standing between the two as another guard stands behind him..almost as if he doesn't want to be associated.

"king nightmare!"

You feel your grip on the railing tighten. First he has the audacity to show up uninvited and now he feels the need to interrupt the party with an introduction? How self centered can you be?

His grin stretches a bit as he looks up at you. He's revelling in your anger. He can definitely feel it..

"Oh my, isn't that.. the rumored 'King of Negativity'? What's he doing here?" The party members gossip. "I heard he took over his kingdom by banishing his brother somewhere so he would have complete control..how cruel." "I hear he feeds off of the negativity of others..like a leech."

"Your majesty.." He looks up at you, holding out a hand. "Lovely party you're having. I must send my compliments to your decorators..even if it is much too bright for my tastes."

"King Nightmare..what a pleasure. Seems you decided to attend after all." Your smile is strained as you make your way over to the staircase on your left to go down and greet him.

"How could I miss something like this? A party held in one of the most notoriously peaceful kingdoms around..I simply had to see it for myself."

You clear your throat. "Everyone, please continue indulging in the festivities!"

People murmur amongst themselves before the band catches the hint, playing their music again and allowing them to dance and mingle once more.

"Why are you here?" You ask, blunt now that everyone's eyes have been turned away. "There has to be a reason. I heavily doubt you came here for a bit of fun. That's not your thing."

"Such an observant little ruler.." "Do not patronize me."

He snaps his fingers, getting the attention of the others. "Boys, go do something. I'm dismissing you for the evening."

"hell yeah! c'mon dusty, let's go get some drinks." The more energetic skeleton drags the tired one away, the much taller and..honestly more threatening skeleton in the back moving to lean on one of the walls to keep watch.

"What are you planning? You're nowhere near the type to indulge in festivities." "Am I not allowed to visit a potential business partner?" "I have no interest in doing business with You." You glare at him, earning a chuckle as he makes his cane disappear. He holds out his hand to you, making you raise a brow in confusion.

People begin to notice, glancing over curiously and beginning to gossip.

"This is a party..won't you do me the honor of a dance, Your Majesty?"

"With..little respect due, your grace, I would rather my soul shatter in front of all these people." "That could be arranged." His eyelight glows menacingly, but you refuse to back down.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" You scoff, turning away before he grabs your hand, pulling you over to him. You feel your heart skip a beat as you look up into his eye, shocked.

"You know nothing of what I want, my dear. But for now, we may as well put our true wants aside and enjoy the evening. Isn't that what you'd prefer?"

You look around, everyone's eyes on the two of you. Damn it.

You strain a new smile. "Fine. You want a dance? Let's dance."

His signature smirk you'd love to punch off of his face in front of the hundreds attending slides its way back onto his face as the song changes. The two of you move in sync, despite the occasional intentional slips you pull that he unfortunately knows just how to correct. Every move, he knows how to match it. How the hell does he do that? It's annoying..

You go to say something when he spins you out away from himself quickly, grabbing something midair before pulling you back against him. You raise a brow in confusion before he shows you the dagger he'd just caught.

"Seems even in a peaceful land there's someone who'd want you dead. How ironic." "..I'm not going to thank you for that." "Thanks isn't something I'm looking for."

Killer leans on one of the tables, raising his browbones at some ladies that pass by who giggle in reply, earning a smack on the head from Dust.

"focus, we've gotta make sure nightmare isn't harmed here."

"oh, c'mon, dusty! he can handle himself just fine- pluuus we're dismissed, don't you wanna have a little fun? maybe meet someone new?"

"i don't have time to waste on things like that. i'm sure horror feels the same way, right horror?"

"don't talk to me."

Killer turns to the two of you. "you know..their majesty's pretty mysterious..they've caught my interest."

"you have no chance of catching the eye of a ruler, killer."

"i bet i could! i'd just have to have an opportunity..whenever nightmare gets tired of..looking at them like that."

"hmm." There's a pause. "..i guess they do seem pretty interesting.."

"see!" Killer replies, earning a shrug from Dust.

Soon enough other dancers on the floor move around you both in circles, leaving you in the center where everyone can watch your glares at one another.

"I truly do loathe you, your majesty." "What a wonderful thing to say, your grace." He grins at you as the music begins to fade out, before spinning you and dipping you as everyone gasps.

"You have such a way with words."

You shiver at his whisper, feeling heat rise to your face as the glare in your eyes intensifies. If people weren't watching, you'd smack him right here.

He raises you back up, looking from your eyes to your lips briefly before letting you go. "Wonderful dancing skills, your majesty. I'm sure you had a lovely teacher. Maybe work on those slips, though."

"You little.."

He waves you off as he walks away. You walk gracefully into another room, before immediately running over to one of the sofas and screaming into a pillow. Oooh, you're gonna counter him one day if it's the last thing you do!

"so, boss, how'd it go?"

"I'll be coming back here very soon. I'm assuming you'll be joining me?"

"of course! wouldn't miss it for the world." Killer lets out a chuckle.

[amooo1023]

Hello! I absolutely adore your writing! I was wondering if you could try writing a Yandere Classic Freddy Fazbear x reader where the reader tries leaving him? Feel free to make him as forceful and sadistic as you see fit. Out of the other yandere blogs, you definitely seem to have that streak and I'M HERE FOR IT 🖤 Please try making this a scenario

Thank you for the lovely compliments anon! I'll gladly write for this. I'm guessing classic is FNAF1. Also sorry if the formatting is bad, I'm still trying to get the hang of it.

Yandere Classic Freddy Fazbear x Reader (SCENARIO: Reader tries escaping)

You ran across the hallways, hearing the continous clunk clunk from behind you. Your breathing was ragged and you heart literally felt as if it would pump out of your chest. Adrenaline was rushing through you as you ducked and frantically tried to find a hiding spot or a way out. You were angry, betrayed and yet so incredibly afraid. You knew those animatronics could literally rip off your head clean from your neck if they wanted to.

You glanced behind you. You only got a glimpse of a brown figure before you looked ahead of you instead. The birthday hats and long tables causing small obstacles but they weren't good places to hide exactly. There were no animatronics in sight on the stage. You panicked and just went for the corner, knowing fully well that the brown bear's friends could be lurking around. And you doubted that they'd pick your side over their friend.

Before you could think any longer you heard the familiar clunk, clunk from behind you. And they had gotten quicker. Seeing this you panicked and totally forgot about hiding, instead bolting to the exit. The exit was right ahead and you saw the familiar office and security cameras hanging up on the ceiling. You smiled, getting closer and closer to the exit.

You would finally be able to leave and go home! You'd see your friends again and you would make sure that this place got shutdown-

Just when you were within the doors range, something hard came against at the back of your skull. Suddenly you weren't running anymore, your vision had turned blurry and you saw a red figure. You couldn't even react, the black spots already taking over your vision. You fell to the ground and felt your arm getting harshly grabbed by the figure. You heard a few weird sounds from the figure. It sounded like whirring, robotic. But it wasn't Freddy, it was one of his friends.

Which probably explained that you were getting harshly dragged across the floor. You wanted to say something, move, fight back, ANYTHING. But nothing happened, you were paralyzed at the moment and you knew that in any second now, you would be asleep and unconscious. Hidden behind the stage or somewhere farther away from the exit and the children.

You were fucked, and you were well aware of it. That doesn't mean you won't try again though.

You felt your head coming in contact with something under it. It would've hurt if it weren't for the harsh hit at the back of your skull. Was there a crack? Probably, but it's not as if you could do anything about it.

You were starting to lose your vision and your consciousness entirely. Your mind was still fighting for dear life though, still trying to be awake. But it wasn't until you were handed to the brown figure when you felt your consciousness was truly ready to slip. However, before you could clock out immediately you heard a voice. It was his, undeniably. A question, a pleading, a want for an answer. He already knew what you were going to say. Like you always answered him.

"Why? Why do you always try to escape?"

You couldn't help but let out a dry laugh, you could only imagine what he looked like- oh actually he couldn't really express himself. You knew what he looked like, you only relied on his voice to know what he was feeling.

Unlike before, you had no kindness left in you. No sugarcoating your answer. It was almost as if you brain had regained consciousness just to be snarky.

"Because, I hate you."

This wasn't really the truth and you knew it well yourself. You were still fond of the animatronic in your own way. But man, did you hate having attachments.

Right after those few words, everything went black.

And you knew you were going to see him again.

Probably the shortest fic I've ever written. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

[ot7stan4life]

I Missed You

Handong (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

(1 part - completed ✅)

Word Count: 2500

Summary: With you and Handong both being members of different girl groups, you find it hard to make time for each other. After lengthy international schedules, you’re finally able to reunite and, in a moment of vulnerability, you begin to truly understand the full extent of your feelings for each other.

Warnings: no warnings

Idol cameo: Rosé from Blackpink

"Are you sure it sounds good?" the younger blonde member asked, still unsure of the final product of her solo bside even after the endless reassuring compliments I’d given her in just the past few minutes. "I feel like it's missing something,” she stated and turned in her chair to mess with the sound board. "Maybe I should add-"

"Rosie,” I exclaimed with a laugh. "You're gonna be adding stuff all day if you keep overthinking."

Her hands slowly retreated from the massive panel of buttons and she looked up at me, pouting.

"I promise you it sounds perfect. There’s no need to worry.” I sent her an encouraging smile. “Now is the part of the process where you sit back and appreciate it."

She just nodded with a sigh of resignation and stood up.

"You're right, unnie."

Her feet lead her towards me and she outstretched her arms for a hug.

"Thank you for helping,” she mumbled into my shoulder.

I smiled when she backed away and looked into her eyes to see nothing but sincereity.

"Seriously, I couldn't have finished it without you."

Rolling my eyes, I playfully shoved my best friend. "Now you're just getting all sappy. I did nothing."

The Aussie giggled cutely and grabbed hold of my hands so she didn't stumble backwards.

"Whatever, you know I suck at producing on my own,” she stated a little too easily and I frowned at her degrading comment.

"I'm gonna let that slide because we both know it's not true, but next time I hear you talk about yourself like you're not the most ridiculously talented human being ever, I will beat you up."

My eyes squinted threateningly but she only laughed again.

"Right, like you would hurt a single living thing in your life... you big teddy bear,” she mocked, jabbing her fingers into my stomach.

I swatted her hand away which prompted another laugh from her and I grumbled, "I don't know who's worse... you or Dongie."

The mention of my girlfriend seemed to jog her memory because she suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! Are you going to see her tonight?"

She now had her phone in her hands, busy looking something up.

I took a step closer and replied, "Yeah, why?"

"If you see Yoohyeon, will you tell her to respond to my texts?" Her eyes moved from the nearly empty text thread on the screen of her phone back up to my face. A hint of a frown pulled down the corners of her lips at the mention of the Dreamcatcher member she had been making an effort to befriend.

"You know she's terrified of you, right?" I chucked a little.

“Why?” she exclaimed, seemingly both confused and upset all at once while I continued laughing at her dilemma. "I'm like the least intimidating person alive!"

My laughter grew in volume at that and I had to bite back a remark about how true that statement was.

"Because you're an attractive woman, that’s why,” I smirked, remembering how shy the tallest member of my girlfriend's group was around me when I first started hanging out with them.

Handong had warned me about how panicky Yoohyeon got over pretty girls and said that's likely why she hadn't texted Rosé back, too afraid she would say the wrong thing and make a bad impression.

Rosé just sighed in defeat, probably relating to the girl she wanted to get close to. Really, Yoohyeon reminded me a lot of my best friend. They had tons of similarities, so much so that they could very well be the same person in a different body. I mean, they were even born in the same year... that couldn't be a coincidence.

"I'll tell her you don't bite,” I reassured her, only slightly joking. Still, it seemed to make Rosé happy.

"Good,” she smiled. "Now go have fun with your girlfriend. I know you've been dying to see her."

My smile mirrored hers thinking about how much I've been missing Handong since we've both been overseas and I leaned down to hug my best friend once again.

"Tell her I said hi."

My heart warmed at how supportive she was of my relationship and how she went out of her way to even befriend Dongie. Although Rosé was Korean unlike Handong and I, she was still a foreigner having lived in Australia for most of her life and could relate to us in that sense. Plus Rosie was a friendly person by nature so the friendship between her and Handong grew quickly and smoothly.

"I will."

When the hug was over I gave her one last stern glance.

"You better not spend all night working on that song of yours, you hear me?" I pointed my finger at her to emphasize my words.

"Yeah, yeah." She slowly shook her head with a smile. "And you better not have too much fun with that girlfriend of yours,” she gave her best mom voice.

I saluted her, making her wave me off with a laugh.

"Bye. I'll be back later tonight,” I waved, walking to the door of the studio.

"Alright, byeee-” she dragged out, waving back.

"... as long as I don't get kidnapped,” I added just as I slipped through the door.

I could just faintly hear a 'that's not funny' from the younger girl before I was out of earshot. The reply made me chuckle to myself, thinking about how much she worried over me even when it wasn't necessary.

-

Once I left the company, I went back to my apartment to get dressed. The outfit I chose was nice but not too flashy with the addition of a ball cap, face mask, and sunglasses. Being a member of the most well known girl group in the world came with its perks, but also its downfalls: one of those being the inability to go out in public without getting recognized. Even with the 'disguise,’ it was likely that someone would still notice me. I wouldn't mind it so much if I wasn't afraid of how people would react to me having one on one dinners with Handong.

At this point the general public assumed we were just good friends that bonded over our shared home country and the struggles that came with leaving home and adapting to Korean culture. But I feared the longer we saw each other the more people would start to suspect something deeper between us.

The idea itself didn't bother me, but the inevitable hate that my so called 'fans' would throw at Handong and her members just over the potential rumors was really what worried me. It was something we talked about early on in our friendship, yet Handong always reassured me that she could handle it and that I was worth it. As much as I wanted to argue with her, her clear dedication to our relationship warmed my heart. Plus, maybe I was a little selfish and wanted to keep her in spite of the risks. Either way I'd stand up to my fans and stick up for her if it came down to that and I knew she would do the same for me.

That in mind, I started my drive to Dreamcatcher's dorm, feeling excited about seeing Handong after the month we had been apart. When I arrived, I quickly made my way inside and up to the right level.

After knocking, Minji was the first to greet me with a friendly smile. She asked how I was doing and offered to get me anything from the kitchen, but I politely refused after responding to her greeting.

A couple other members came to see what the commotion was about and Minji left me with them to go fetch Handong.

Yoohyeon had excitedly bounded towards me when she realized it was me (having previously removed my sunglasses and mask) and gave me a hug, telling me how much she missed me.

"I missed you, too," I replied honestly before asking, "Have you been well? How was the tour?" My question was also directed to the maknae who had appeared at Yoohyeon's side to greet me as well.

They both briefly said how much they enjoyed it but how tiring it was before pelting me with compliments about my group's comeback and our VMA performance, saying how cool it was that we got to perform at an American award show and asking about the celebrities we met.

I was overwhelmed by how kind the two were and did my best to answer their questions as I waited for Handong.

As the topic started to shift, I took my opportunity to fulfill my best friend's request.

"You know, Rosé met Taylor Swift while we were there. You should ask her about it some time, Yoohyeon.” I nudged her shoulder with my elbow, raising my eyebrows at her.

She seemed to get what I was hinting at and blushed. "Oh okay- yeah. M-maybe I will." The idea of my member clearly made her flustered and I smiled.

"You should. She's been dying to talk to you," I winked at her which only made the panic worsen.

Just then a familiar voice that made my heart flutter spoke from the distance, "Sorry I kept you waiting, we got finished with practice later than I anticipated."

My eyes finally met those kind, soft brown ones and I felt my cheeks heat up at her appearance. She somehow always looked so elegant and expensive and the black blazer she had on with the necklace I bought her for her birthday earlier this year only further proved that. Her hair was also different than the last time I saw her, now cut into a black shoulder-length two-tone bob with blonde underneath. It somehow made her look older and more mature and I felt my heart rate rise through the roof as I stared at her.

Realizing I probably looked ridiculous in that moment, I closed my mouth and replied, "No, no it's fine. I wasn't waiting that long." My mouth shut with a smile that grew when she looked at me skeptically and chuckled.

"Acting so formal because my members are around," she questioned, "or has it really been that long since we've talked in person?" Her expression was still amused but I could sense that she was also saddened by the last part as much as I was.

"No, I think my brain couldn't believe that the beautiful woman standing in front of me was somehow also my girlfriend,” I said in total honestly, not even trying to be flirtatious.

My words made Yoohyeon squeal beside me even though they weren't directed at her and Gahyun mumbled some exclamation about how she ‘can never seem to get away from it.’

Handong had a different yet predictable reaction, shoving my shoulder and scrunching her nose in mock disgust, yet I could see the pink seep into her cheeks. She liked to pretend that she hated when I said cheesy stuff like that, but I knew she loved it. It always got to her anyways.

"Okay, let's get out of here and away from these pabos." Handong leaned into me but said the last part loud enough to elicit annoyed responses from the two younger members.

I giggled at how their playful behavior resembled the way my members and I joked with one another before bidding them a final farewell. Linking my hand with Handong's, I let her pull me through the doorway and out of their dorm.

When we got into the hallway, she led me to the elevators and pressed the button.

As we waited, she turned to me and put her arms around my neck.

"I missed you,” she finally admitted now that we were alone and looked into my eyes sadly.

My heart sped up and I grabbed her waist to pull her closer.

"I missed you, too." I frowned at her voice and impatiently tilted my head so that my hat didn't hit her forehead before kissing her.

When our lips met, I sighed in relief: her kiss like the first drink of water after a month-long drought. Promotions were especially tiring this time around, but knowing that I would be going back to Handong at the end was the only thing that got me through it.

She started to pull back, but I kissed her again, showing her how much I had really missed her. Her hands grabbed the back of my neck gently and the exhale she let out against my cheek was slightly staggered. Something wet landed on my shirt and it was only then that I realized she was crying.

Alarmed, I pulled back suddenly and examined her face to see fresh tears sliding down her cheeks. By now the elevator had arrived, but I didn't pay it any mind, more concerned about the woman in front of me.

"What's wrong, DongDong?" I asked lightly, but the nickname seemed to make it worse when she whimpered and buried her head in my neck. I held her tighter around her waist and rubbed her back soothingly.

"I'm sorry,” she mumbled into my neck and my heart broke.

"You don't need to apologize, jagi," I whispered and turned to kiss the side of her head.

"I don't mean to cry,” she sniffled, clutching the back of my shirt. "I guess I just didn't realize how much I really missed you."

I felt my own tears starting to form and could only let out a small laugh in response, thinking about how ridiculous we probably looked hugging each other while sobbing in the middle of an empty hallway.

Still, I sucked the tears back in, trying my best to stay strong and comfort her instead.

"Being away from home is never easy either... if you can even really call this home,” I said softly.

She sniffled again and leaned back.

I instantly used my sleeves to wipe the fresh tear stains off her face and she just watched me with a pitiful smile. Once I rid all the stray tears from underneath her chin, she pulled me forward and gently slid my hat off to rest her forehead on mine.

"You are my home,” she told me simply, yet nothing about that statement was simple.

Nothing in the meaning or the way it made me feel. It was better than 'I love you,’ because it meant I was the one she felt safe and comfortable with. Even more than her family back in China. It meant that I was her forever. And that made me feel the most love I had ever felt in my life. From her and for her. Because I knew she was mine too. She was the only one I ever wanted to go back to. The one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

So, I said the same back to her and I kissed her knowing that, though it was the first after a long time, it certainly would not be the last.

**This imagine was transferred over from my Wattpad acc OT5Stan4Life**

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Wah! You did my request! Tysm! I really like it, now i cant help but think how would the dateables and Luke react to it. So can i request a part of two MC with heterochromia eyes but with the dateables and Luke please?

Welcome back, anon!

You know, despite what my rules say, I actually end up doing almost every request I receive. It sometimes takes me a minute to get to them though, so I apologize for the delay on this one! Anyway, I'm glad you liked the first part!

Here is part two with the dateables and Luke!

Thanks for the request!

the brothers react to GN!MC with two different color eyes/heterochromia

Warnings: none!

Diavolo

The first time Diavolo saw your eyes was the moment you first arrived in the Devildom. They caused him to pause for a beat before launching into his welcome speech. He hadn't been expecting it.

He is absolutely going to ask you about it the first chance he gets. Tell him everything, MC! Do they hurt? Do they give you special magical powers?! No, wait, he knows you're a human, he just got carried away.

He loves them. He's one of those types who will absolutely stare into your eyes all day if you let him. He doesn't care if it flusters you, in fact he thinks it's pretty cute. He likes to see you blushing about it.

You can expect all the compliments from him about them. What are the chances that he would choose a human with such a unique feature for his exchange program?

Barbatos

You can't even tell that he's surprised by your eyes when he sees them for the first time at RAD. He tells you much later, when he's more comfortable with you. You're probably having tea with him when he admits that he was struck by your heterochromia.

He doesn't need to ask you too much about it. He knows it's genetic. How does he know? He just does, don't question it.

Barbatos also enjoys gazing into them, but he's far more subtle about it than anyone else. He doesn't stare, just meets them sometimes with a softness that makes your heart flutter.

You might start to think it's not something he cares about until he starts to compliment them. He only does it when you're alone. Your eyes are truly stunning, MC.

Simeon

Immediately taken with your two different colored eyes. That day at RAD, he almost forgets what's going on because he's so distracted by them.

He will still wait a while to ask you about it, though. He doesn't know anything about heterochromia. He's never heard of it, so you'll have to explain it.

Hang on. You're saying you were just born this way, MC? Starts asking you all kinds of questions about human eye color and how common different ones are. Amazed at how rare your differently colored eyes are.

He will ask you if he can just sit and look into your eyes for a little bit. He won't do it without your permission. If you grant it, though, he will sit across from you, hold your hands, and chat with you about anything and everything, keeping his gaze on your eyes the entire time.

Solomon

The first time Solomon sees your eyes at RAD, he's intrigued by them. He knows what heterochromia is, of course, but even in his long life, he's never seen anyone that had it.

He doesn't say anything right away, but you can tell he's thinking about it. He's looking over at you a lot, always glancing into your eyes and then looking away.

He waits for the perfect moment to first bring it up. When you're alone together and he's moved in close, he puts his fingers beneath your chin to tilt your head just right. There's just something special about those eyes of yours, MC. They're almost magical.

After that, he'll stare into them whenever he feels like it. He does it on purpose in an attempt to make you blush. If you do, he won't be able to suppress his mischievous grin.

Luke

He notices instantly, of course. He pulls on Simeon's hand and asks him why you have two different colored eyes. Simeon doesn't even know since they both met you at the same time.

Later on you can explain to Luke what heterochromia is and why you have it. Not that just having it genetically is easy to explain and he might get confused if you try to tell him about stuff like DNA. But he understands that you were born this way.

Wow, MC! He didn't even know this was a possibility for humans! Your eyes are so pretty! He has no problem telling you directly how pretty they are.

If he does something like make a mini you out of marzipan or make a cookie that's supposed to look like you, he's very careful about getting the colors of your eyes right. He would never forget such a unique detail.

part one with the brothers

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