#critical role cast x reader

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Being the Youngest Critical Role Member | Critical Role cast x child reader

Summary | You are five years old and newest member of the main Crit cast for Campaign 1

Genre | platonic, fluff

You were invited to join the campaign by Liam, your godfather. He and your parents had been teaching you the game since you started to display a basic grasp of mathematics. Moreover, you’d been sitting in on their home games since you were an infant.

You’d met Matt a couple of times before through your parents’ work with him. You always liked him. He didn't talk down to you as most adults did and seemed to genuinely listen when you made your childish rants.

Under the supervision of one of your parents, you and he created quite the flavorful PC. One that allowed you to come and go as you needed without feeling out of place in the overall narrative.

You were playing a young magic user following the commands of an unseen patron on the quest to avenge your fallen family. Originally you’d wanted a family member as your patron, but Matt’s suggestion allowed room for more improvisation.

Just as your parents had taught you to be, you were as polite as possible during your first session. Which translated into your character. You introduced your character as a child, selling all manners of enchanted weapons they’d retrieved to make ends meet as they traveled Tal’dorei.

Everyone at the table, the first time you spoke, in that instant made up their mind you were a cinnamon roll to be protected.

However, their characters had mixed views; Percival was suspicious as Talisin had rolled high to perceive how you’d attained your magical merchandise; Scanlan was intrigued, amused by your character’s puerile tales of adventure; Grog was interested in a tusky club; the twins were both charmed, you’ve got pluck; Pike, well intentioned, was concerned about your lack of supervision; and Keyleth trusting as ever took an interest in the tales of how you’d retrieved such goods.

Suffice to say, the chat thought you and your half-elven PC were the cutest things. Even your PC’s klepto means of restocking only added to their charm.

You really brought the energy your first time playing with the cast. At first they’d walked on eggshells, taking it easy on you. However, they realized quickly that you were completely capable of holding your own. Liam couldn’t be more proud.

Initially, you’d only join the campaign every once in a while, when the stream and the night staying with godfather correlated. You did have kindy work and a bedtime schedule to consider.

You were a genuine delight both in game and out. The party missed you when you were unable to accompany. Though, Liam did FaceTime you before streams so everyone could check in.

Matt kind of just falls into a pseudo big brother role. (Which is dangerous considering his task as the DM.)

If you mention off handed that they’re something you’d wish to retrieve or witness in the game, there’s a good chance, if possible and plausible, he’ll make it so. You once told Marisha you wanted a pet, only because you’d seen cute images of familiars online. Three sessions later, you had a toad, whom you named ‘Crab’

You always look forward to the ren fair when you know Matt will be there. He makes a big show of you “slaying” him with your toy sword. Moreover, he’s a champion at the craft table and lets you sit on his shoulders to watch tournaments.

His heart breaks when he’s forced to combat your PC. The little pout you make when you’re knocked unconscious. It takes everything in him to stop himself from giving you all your hit points back without rolling.

The Critters miss you when you’re gone. However, because Matt begins to say “Goodnight little critter, sleep well” before break, they’ll blow up the chat with goodnight messages for you as well as others tapping out of the chat at that time.

You develop a fake rivalry with Sam. For the stream. Ever since Liam told you you’re his favorite and Sam remarked, “I thought I was your favorite.” There’s been a contest, all in good harmless fun, of course.

Off camera Sam’s your self proclaimed godmother. Doting but not spoiling.

Your two families, along with Liam’s, made a habit of having Saturday brunches together every second Saturday of the month. You thoroughly enjoyed seeing Riegel's children.

Sam, both in game and out, would attempt to involve you in his tame shenanigans. Knowing how easily the other cast members were charmed by you made you the perfect accomplice.

He does tease you, but picks up quickly when you’re not in the mood. If you allow him, he’ll offer a comforting hug and let you sit on his lap during the stream, though he does understand sometimes you just want space.

Ashley throws off the vibes of an older sibling's best friend who makes an effort to chill with their friend's younger sibling. While she can be a bit of a mama bear, she’s still your friend.

She suggested you go out for a part in “Blindspot” auditioning for the role of Oakley “Oakes” Wagner. Succeeding on your own talents, you managed to obtain the spot. Thus, on occasion, as your role was only reoccurring, you had the opportunity to work alongside Ashley in New York.

While in the city she often indulges your Lego wants, treating you to a new set, the two of you can work on constructing together while on break between filming.

When roleplaying, your two PCs get along well enough. When you’re patron is discovered to have been lying, tricking you into murdering your own family. Pike does their best to heal one of them. While it fails, you are allowed some final words with the person. For that, you are grateful.

Every now and again, when she was recruited to babysit, Ashley offered to take you out for ice cream after streams. You’d get to snuggle with Sully and Henry while watching the classics, such as Iron Giant, E.T., Back to the Future, etc.

Tears spilled from your eyes when Matt told of the illusion fading and revealed the people you’d fought off, believing them your enemies, were actually your family. Everyone was a total mess, caught speechless as you roleplayed. After the cameras stopped running, you were bombarded with questions about your emotional state; are you okay? Matt is so apologetic for making you cry.

Liam couldn’t be more proud as you wiped your eyes and beamed, proclaiming that was the coolest session ever. You couldn’t wait to tell your kindy friends about it during circle time.

Everyone does their best to make sure when you’re on set you feel comfortable and safe in the busy production environment. There is always someone with you to keep you company, though there are times you have to accompany them to some boring meeting or other.

Of the cast, Travis is your best friend, usually up for keeping you entertained with board games, tea parties, or imaginative play. Your favorite is playing superhero because he’ll spin you around to give you the impression of flight.

You follow him around, attempting to sneak up and scare him. Initially, your little jumps work, but soon he comes to expect them. Still, he feigned fear.

Outside of Liam, Travis is always the first person you want to tell about your day. Whether it’s about a cute dog you saw or a fact you learned by chance, no matter, he gives you his full attention.

Travis is determined to turn your character against Vax, in his and Grog’s prank war, knowing it would effectively and amusingly drive Liam crazy.

Still, Travis is perhaps the best at saying no to you. If and when you break the rules, he doesn't bend against you, losing the ability to play that week.

By Arc 4, you are a regular member of the crew and were treated as such. Still, there were more restrictions for you; set by your parents and the other cast members.

Naps/ settle time were required on recording day; You couldn't repeat the fowl language off set without permission; There was a code word for when you became too stressed; Your socials were private; And you weren't to do individual and greets without a trusted adult present.

Laura, you knew through both Liam and her work with one of your parents. In fact, you yourself had shared some voice acting projects with her. A bit of a mother hen, but still, she's basically your aunt.

By the critters, you're dubbed Bailey-B or "B-B" because you're essentially Laura's mini. Mid campaign 2, it somehow became a running gag to say, "Hello B!" when you made an appearance or arrived on stage.

Treat fields. When you're packed sweets as a recording snack, you most always share with Laura. Funnily you don't save any for Liam, much to the amusement of others.

Initially, Vex was trusting of your character. Deciding to give them the benefit of the doubt. However, after your first kill, her opinion changed. You'd played the encounter mercilessly, following the instructions of your patron. Now Vex was weary of you and suspicious of the voice in your head.

You don't help Laura's dice habit. You'll see pretty dice and often treat yourself to them. You're not a hoarder like her, though. If she shows interest in the dice, you'll let her borrow them with the understanding there's a slim chance you'll see them again. What's yours is hers when it comes to dice and food and vice versa.

Marisha sits on your left during the recording. She’s the only one directly next to you for campaign 1. Hence, you two are whisper buddies. Furthermore, she usually takes notes for you, considering your penmanship is obviously that of someone still learning to write.

It becomes somewhat traditional for you to whisper something to Marisha in an attempt to get her to laugh. Drives the critters and others crazy; they don’t know what you’re whispering about. Eventually, Marisha begins posting your childish comments after the stream, so everyone gets in on the joke.

Marisha, much like Travis, is fairly good at wrangling you. Generally, very chill if she switches to a sterner tone you know to listen up. She has a talent for getting you to focus and calm yourself before each game.

She does cast off those cool older sibling vibes. Marisha will bail you out, but knows where to draw the line. Just don't do something too shitty.

Keyleth dotes on your PC. She remembers the wonderment of the world when she was first out on her own. Her time with Vox has somewhat hardened her. The world isn't as gentle as she thought it to be. Your PC is so young she doesn't want your innocence taken from you.

Mama Kiki. She's always making sure your PC is hydrated, has enough to eat, and doesn't get to beat up in battle.

After much pleading, Marisha and Travis green-light a series allowing you to co-host called "Camp Critter." It stars you and Laura teaching the workings of DnD; its target demographic, children.

Talisin is your teddy bear. They’ve become used to you running up to them, with very little warning, to give them a tight hug whenever you see them. You’re such a cuddle bug when it comes to them. It’s not uncommon to see Taliesen holding you as you talk their ear off about your day.

It happened once Marisha accidentally elbowed you in the forehead. You’d think in your pain you’d run to Liam, yet you went pouting over to Talisin. The critter community exploded over the cuteness, even drawing art of the moment with you and Talisin as your respective pcs.

You call them Tally. Initially it was difficult for you to pronounce their name so they allowed you and you alone to call them ‘Tally’. It’s sort of just stuck around. Talisin affectionately calls you ‘Gremlin’.

Percy was distrustful from the start. Most of your interactions are kept at arm's length. You were too naïve, too bubbly for him to place faith in. There is the saying “you catch more flies with honey.” How could he trust someone, even a child, so sickeningly sweet?

However, after your PC came to murder their parents, he saw his mirror looking at you. You were in a dark, vengeful place. Too easily could fall down the path he’d trodden. So he was understanding and present. Ever the watchful eye, he kept you from losing yourself. He’d engage all manner of childish activities to prevent you from turning down a dark path.

During quarantine, it becomes a highlight of their zoom calls to see what you’ve been up to. You excitedly show them your first handstand; lost tooth; learning to ride a bike with no training wheels; and more.

While you’d gotten your start as a recurring character in the campaign, the cast couldn’t imagine the next seven years without their kind B-B. It’s an honor to watch you grow and develop not only as a player but as a person.

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[mondaymelon]

— "𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂...𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴?" ♥

:feat~ xiao, kazuha, scaramouche x gn!reader: 

⤷ slight angst + comfort n fluff (oops i made kazuha’s part abnormally long) ⤷ They make you cry.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @achlysis

At first, XIAO doesn’t understand that his words have cut you. 

He was always one with a blunt, yet sharp tongue, never afraid to speak his mind or to criticize your actions on the slightest whim. After all, why should he be hesitant? His power is common knowledge - as an illuminated adepti, there’s few who can rival his dexterity.

But he never expected his words to hurt you. Xiao has never fully understood human emotion. He’s always isolated himself from the foreign concept, determined to separate him and such… frivolities. Emotions are for mortals, and he is not one of man. In his manner of thinking, he’s just helping you improve yourself, so why are you…

“Archons, Xiao. It’s always about my mistakes. My mistakes, over and over and…” Then your wavering voice cuts off as you swallow, hard. What did he do wrong? Why were you acting this way?

That’s when the aloof yaksha notices the crystal teardrops spilling from your eyes, running down your cheeks and staining the skin it trails. The slight hitch in your shallowed breath and the way you stray from his touch, trembling, anxiously wiping at your tears.

“...Love?” He isn’t accustomed to seeing you like this, avoidant of his gaze and so… vulnerable. “Wait, please-”

“Archons, love. Please, look at me.” Xiao takes your wrist in his gloved hand, his grasp cautious yet firm. His voice is pleading, quiet, strained with desperation.

“No, I… I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His voice shakes as he tries to meet your eye.

“Love, you are perfect. I never meant to say otherwise.” Please, believe me.

“I’m sorry. So please…” He detests the way he’s acting, heart racing so shamefully, yet still embraces you tightly, skin cold to the touch.

“Stay by my side.” ♥

KAZUHA’s eloquent wording is one that never ceases to amaze, so it’s only a twinge of misfortune that causes a misunderstanding to form.

As a poet, the way he speaks is quite ornate, a manner in which people may not comprehend. However, that’s never exactly been a problem when it comes to the communication of the two of you. You understand Kazuha, and that translates to his speech as well, so in a way, it’s only natural.

Yet…

“The show was incredible, wasn’t it?” You take Kazuha’s hand, and follow his gentle tug on yours as he leads you out of the crowd, smiling back at you. The white haired male, being the traveler he was, decided to take you for a night out in Liyue Harbor, where the two of you first ate a fine dinner, and just finished viewing a performance from the Liyue Theatre. Your heart still raced from the night’s breathtaking sights and wonders.

“Indeed it was.” He closes his eyes, a sign that he’s content, and you can’t help but widen your grin. “The main casting role, the lady with the flowing dress, was exceptionally talented. Just from the way she glided about the stage… you can tell she’s experienced, and blessed with bountiful potential.”

You nod along, albeit a little awkwardly. There’s nothing out of the ordinary for the two of you to discuss such topics, but for some reason, the way he’s speaking about her just makes your insides want to crawl.

He’s still droning on, eyes sparkling. “...Then, at the final scene, when she began to sing… say, Love, why don’t you try theater? It might suit you well. Maybe one day you’d be on a stage, just like her.”

What the male meant was: try theater out, you’d do well.

But what you heard, instead, was: you should do theater too. then you could be as brilliant as her.

You hated the way it felt like he was comparing the two of you, weighing which one held more worth.

“I know! We’ll be staying here for a while, so why don’t I sign you up for…” His voice trails off as he lets go of your hand, aware of the tears that are starting to form in your wells. “Love, what… what’s wrong?”

“Kazuha… please, stop.”

“...What?” He seems genuinely clueless, but clasps but your hands in his, a worried gaze written all over his face. “No, I…”

“Please stop comparing me to her. I already know I don’t deserve you… it’s just…” Fuck, now you really couldn’t stop the way the droplets started rolling down your cheeks, stray tears falling from your eyes and splattering onto the wooden planks below. All of your discomfort seemed to infuse themselves into the shameful adrenaline that was coursing through your veins, because you had worried if you weren’t good enough for Kazuha. Someone as lackluster as yourself, going out with a handsome young swordsman, intelligent, kind… he was loved by many, and you…

“...Love, please!” 

When did he get so close? He’s leaned in, concerned, crimson-eyed gaze trained onto your every movement. “What are you even thinking about, to be breathing so heavily… no, c’mon love, look at me.” And when you do, eyes meeting his, his mouth morphs into a somewhat smile. “There must’ve been a misunderstanding.”

“Because you are most certainly superior to any other person in Teyvat.”

“And of all people, you…”

“I am the one not worthy of your love, so don’t ever say that again.”  ♥

SCARAMOUCHE doesn’t care at all, why should he?

He said some stuff that you took too close to heart, so what? If he hurt you, why should he fret over it? You’re strong enough to take it. All he said was one or two harsh words that merely came to mind, so there’s no need for you to be all wounded over it, either.

“Yeah, you’re pathetic.” Scaramouche scoffs at you, one hand on his waist while the free one makes sarcastic motions in the air. “You can’t even get one thing right, can you?”

The “thing” in question, in fact, was making Scaramouche dinner. You added a pinch too much salt, and now the male seemed to act like you’d committed a grave offense upon humanity… but then again, he was always dramatic, so this time shouldn’t be any different, right?

“I… I tried my best…” Your voice trails off as you cringe under his undermining glare.

“Clearly, your ‘best’ wasn’t enough.” His jeering tone is enough to make your heart shatter as you glance up at him, eyes wide. You don’t realize you’ve begun crying until you feel the sensation of tears spilling down your cheeks, falling from your eyes with silent melancholy as you seem to choke on your own words.

“Why are you… why are you crying?” You’re scared to look up at him, whatever expression he’s making, so you keep your head down, pitifully wiping your tears away.

“I’m not.”

“Sure you aren’t.” His voice is airy as he rolls his eyes, frowning at you. What, now you get to act all disheartened? What did he even do to upset you?

“I’m not crying.”

“C’mon, Kuni. It’s okay to say if you’re sad. Here, cheer up, and I’ll give you this flower, okay?”

A voice echoed in his head.

“...Huh?”

And it’s strange, really, how the sight before him mirrors one from long before. The way your eyes hold so much sorrowful desperation, the way you seem so broken inside, and most of all, the way the tears that run down your face seem achingly familiar.

“Shit.” His voice seems small, too small. “Wait, love, I-” His voice cuts off as he sighs, unsure of what to say. The beating of his anxious heart overpowers all noise.

“Love, I was… joking. I don’t mean any of it.”

“You being here is a blessing of itself.”

“Archons, please know how much I love you.” ♥

(a/n) i accidentally made xiao's part the shortest i am a disgrace to humanity

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[ollie-lolly]

18+ Obey me cast smut headcanons

18+ Don't take my warnings lightly love~

most of Obey me cast x gender neutral reader

Warnings: My opinion, dark kinks, swearing, talking about smut in detail, minors don't interact

Note: Consent is important kids! In all these situations consent is used. Later side characters are not displayed here, since I am not at that part in the story. Reblogs and constructive criticism is always appreciated!

Concept: How I believe sex would be like with the characters! A lot of these are shared opinions by the Obey Me community.

Word count: 858~

Lucifer

-Hard dom for sure

-Will sub for you under certain circumstances

-R.I.P the bed

-Uses you as a stress reliever (with consent)

-Loves tying you up

-Daddy kink

-Brat tamer

-Secretly likes it when you act out

-Is willing to share you with Diavolo

Mammon

-Switch but with a sub lean

-Loves lap dances

-Wil try to use money during sex

-Strip games, especially poker

-Would love a sugar daddy/mommy lifestyle 

-Would love being the sugar daddy but would also love you playing that role

-Praise kink 100%

-Will want cuddles for a long time afterwards

-You are his human. No one else's, so sharing is off the table

-Just really wants to make you happy

-Loves watching you play with yourself

-Also is a brat in the sheets, if ya catch my drift

-Loves the pain <3

Leviathan (This being very long is my way of saying happy birthday to my baby boy <3)

-I also believe he is a switch with a sub lean

-Tail fucking

-Two cocks

-Underwear thief

-Loves being degraded and praised so…go to town!

-Needs constant reassurance so please give him some.

-A great way of easing him into it, is sexting and phone sex

-All the hentai he has seen definitely fucked his expectations up

-He also got like a couple of dark kinks because of it

-Hentai addiction, but will imagine you as one of the characters

-Is really into cuckolding, but is too shy to say anything about it

-When figuring out a kink you have to help him out since he is too shy to talk about it

-Does not last long in the beginning, but you can help him build it up over time

-There is a good chance that he is a virgin. He does masturbate a lot though

-PERVERT 

-You have to start intimate moments because of his insecurities

-That being said, when he is jealous that is definitely not the case

-Will want to have sex in the infamous bathtub

-Whether it is actually going to happen is up too you 

-But if you are willing to do it in said bathtub he will put tons of soft blankets and mattresses in there

-Role play

-When he role plays as a character he likes he is way more confident 

Satan

-Hard dom just like his daddy

-Uses you as a way to relive his anger and frustration which is often

-Always with consent

-Pet play <3

-Cockwarming while reading -Fucks you while reading

-Reads smut in public places

-Also fucks in public places <3

-The library is a popular pick, so uhh have fun? 

Asmodeus

-The definition of a switch

-This man has tried it all

-Certified sex god

-A sex toy collection larger then Diavolo's castle 

-Voyourism and exhibitionist

-Would be the most likely to share you sexually

-Especially with Solomon

-VERY experimental

-Very high sexdrive so goodluck!

-Has his little checklist in his room of where you have and haven't fucked yet

-Moans his own name

Beelzebub

-The definition of a service top

-Food play

-Good at head

-He is super sweet and gentle with you 

-Is obviously willing to share you with Belphegor

-2 for 1 deal!

-Will suggest doing it in at the gym or sport locker rooms

-Does not like to do it often, but will do it more if you want to!

Belphegor

-Switch

-Hard dom and power bottom 

-60% of the time will let you do most of the work

-A wild card you never know what to expect

-Might play with the concept with consent

-Knive play

-What i am trying to say, is that he likes his sex dark if that makes sense

-Has fantasies of kidnapping you with Beel

-Will use his powers to make you dream about sex

-Gets turned on when he sees you sleeping

-Will fuck you when you are asleep if you give him your blessing

Diavolo

-Soft dom

-R.I.P the bed and the floor, and.. you get the jist

-This man fucks and he fucks HARD

-Breeding kink 

-Please read my sugar daddy fics of this man to get a better idea of how he is like

Barbatos

-Also a service dom

-Will stop in the middle of sex if Diavolo or visitors need him

-He is a busy man, so don't expect a lot

-Tail fucking

-This man is a mystery, so he will definitely keep you on your toes

Simeon

-Switch?? Maybe soft dom

-We don't have enough in game material to make confident statements

-The only way you would get there is by a very very very motivated corruption kink

-Congrats! You made him fall from grace

-Will still keep a lot of his angelic traits when he falls. He will be gentle

-Secretly has a lot of pent up anger so good luck with that

Solomon

-Switch 

-He is a wild card man (just like Belphegor)

-You can never quite expect what is going to happen next

-Definitely puts his powers to good use

-If you are okay with it, he will invite Asmo to join in

-May or may not be your side hoe when you are in the human realm for a little too long

(Plz i need someone to write about this and tag me)

Started on and finished on: 8th of april 2023

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[mellifiedprincess]

hii :) this is my first time writing on here, so please be kind to me. i do appreciate constructive criticism though!

a/n: while there isn’t any smut in this, there are some suggestive themes. there is also mention of anxiety

ANXIOUS MY LOVE?

jack champion x reader

He was spiraling. You could see it in his eyes, as soon as you looked over at him. He was freaking and you weren’t quite sure how to help. You couldn’t quite tell how deep in his thoughts he was at the moment.

You knew you needed to get him somewhere quiet though. Somewhere away from the prying eyes of reporters surrounding the red carpet.

“Hey, Jack? Hey-“ You pause as he meets your eyes. The whites of his tinged with pink from holding back tears. A soft worried smile makes its way to your face, and you place a comforting hand on his arm. “I’m gonna get you somewhere a little more quiet, okay?” All he can manage to do for now is nod.

You’re not sure if it’s the bright lights, the shouting from every direction, maybe even the nerves of everyone he loves watching the premiere of his new movie. Maybe it’s all of that and then some, but there’s one thing you know for a fact and that is he’s on the verge of an anxiety attack. You make quick steps to find the entrance of the building the premiere is being held in, avoiding the yells from cameramen trying to get pictures of your boyfriend.

You finally make it inside and find a quiet room, pushing him inside quickly, before locking the door making sure no one can disturb you two. “I’m just gonna let your mom know what’s going on. I don’t want her to panic when she can’t find us.”

After sending her a quick text, you stand in front of Jack, taking his hands into your own. “You wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty brain of yours?” You tilt your head a bit to look up at him, making eye contact so he knows he has your full undivided attention.

He’s leaning against a counter, big brown eyes staring straight into yours.

“It’s just a lot at once. This is my first big movie role, you know. I’m worried about disappointing you and disappointing my mom.

What if I’m a shit actor and this is all I’m ever gonna get because I suck so bad at doing the one thing I love.” Jack pauses, pulling you closer to his body, wrapping his arms completely around you and lays his head on top of yours before continuing.

“I just- We all have spent so much of our time on this movie. And not just the cast and crew, I’m talking about my mom too. She’s done so much for me. She’s given so much of her time for me.” He takes a breath in, his words getting caught in his throat.

“And you-“ He pauses again, moving his hands to cup your face. He smiles, his dimples peeking through, and then places a soft kiss to your lips. “You have been nothing but supportive, patient, and shown me nothing but love.”

You can hear the emotion in his voice. You can see the tears he’s trying his best to hold back. You can feel the slight shake in his hands.

“I’m terrified right now, baby. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

You place your hands on top of his, still resting on your cheeks. “Jack, I love you, okay? Your mom loves you too. And I’m willing to bet, she’d agree with me when i say, you could never disappoint us. We know how much you put into this. We know how hard you’ve worked.

You remember that little music video you made for school? About the pythagorean theorem.” A blush coats the apples of his cheeks, you know he hates that video. You love it though.

“Do you know how proud I was of you when you made that? You stepped outside of your comfort zone, and made something hilarious.” Jack shakes his head and he gives you a small laugh. “My point is, you can’t disappoint us. Cause no matter what you do, we’re gonna keep loving you and cheering you on.”

You move your hand down to his bicep, squeezing it before rubbing it up and down. “I seriously don’t deserve you.” Jack mumbles as he leans down to place another kiss to your lips. This time he deepens it, it lasting a lot longer than the other one. “Yeah, well you can prove your worth later when we’re alone.” You mumble back.

“We’re alone now.”

You push at his chest as his lips move down to your jaw. “I mean later in the privacy of our hotel room. Besides, my very attractive boyfriend is in this movie we’re about to watch. Can’t miss that, now can we?” You take your thumb and wipe away the pink lipgloss from his lips, a little more swollen from the heated kiss you two shared just moments ago. He grabs your hand before you pull it away and places a kiss to the palm of it, before grasping it in his.

“I guess you’re right.” Jack says as he rolls his eyes affectionately. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at him. “But seriously, are you feeling better?” Physically you can tell he is, but you being you needed him to verbally confirm he was okay, before going back out there.

He smiles down at you once again and grabs your chin, kissing you one more time before answering.

“Yes baby, i’m feeling much better because of you.”

“Good! Now let’s go watch little Jack run around with that big ass forehead on display.”

“Oh you’re paying for that one later.” Jack says as he pinches your sides, making you squeal with laughter.

His little threat meant nothing to you, you were just happy he was feeling better.

#jack champion x reader #ethan landry x reader #jack champion #big forehead

[seeingivy]

award show etiquette

actor!eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting fic, masterlist here

content: light mentions of paparazzi/stalking, SMAU!!!! hehehehe, some fun cameos (HEHEHEHE), eren being a jealous little baby, eren and y/n being so corny

an: enjoy :DDD (for some regular readers, play close attention to usernames)

previous part linked here

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Things change in the next six months. You turn sixteen. Falco and Colt buy you a shiny acoustic guitar as a gift for you to start writing songs like you’ve always wanted. The guitar is nice, but the writing doesn’t go so well. You don’t land any new acting roles for your hiatus, but everyone else does. 

All in all, some parts of your dreams feel real, like you’re standing at the doorstep of everything that you ever wanted. But the setbacks are so debilitating sometimes it feels like you’re wasting your efforts. Plus, your dreams come with their own set of nightmares too. 

Attack on Titan truly does trend overnight - really gaining traction around the fifth episode. Whenever episodes air, almost everyone is on social media talking about it - live tweeting the scenes, commenting on how phenomenal the storyline, the acting, the costumes were, trying to guess what happens next. It was almost like a trend, becoming bigger and bigger by everyone talking about it, pointing out all the little details woven into the story, following the press junkets.

The reception of the show feels like a victory. Levi, Erwin, and Hange get praised on the daily and people fall in love with the cast fast. Despite receiving a horrendous first impression score from The Elms, they officially take away their initial criticisms and give a glowing recommendation of you after the airing of the third episode - going as far as calling you the cast member to watch out for. 

The show gets renewed for three more seasons by the eighth episode and suddenly you’re getting offers for things you have no idea about. You need a publicist, a makeup team, a personal designer, someone to control your social media presence and a manager for your next moves. Even though you're not even at that level.

It’s…taxing. You’re not really sure what you want to do next. You’re only sixteen - there’s only so much childhood left that you can cherish. But they all insist that this traction won’t come back and that you can’t fall off. There’s pressure to deliver, to keep the momentum going. 

You don’t mean to sound ungrateful. This is what you wanted, but it's far off from what you expected. Evey beyond the entire thing being stressful, it changes even the tiniest, miniscule details of your life - one’s you never even recognized as important before.

Because when you go back to school, you’re not sure what’s going on. Your usual friends treat you weirdly, people who had no idea you existed are going on about how you guys have always been great friends, no one talks to you unless it’s Attack on Titan related. And it’s not that you don’t love talking about it, because you do, but it feels weird to share and bring to your tiny little unimportant high school. 

You feel like a shiny, plastic toy, something people ogle in the hallways, but never touch or come near for posterity's sake. 

And when you leave school, there’s a flood of paparazzi waiting for you right outside, snapping pictures of you, Colt, and Falco as you wait on the block. And they follow you all the way home, taking a seat outside your house. You think it’s stalking. And surprisingly enough, the law doesn’t see it that way. 

Meaning you have to put up with the fact that they’re waiting for you every morning, following your moves like little vultures. And you’re not sure what’s so interesting about you checking your mail, but you’re advised against it, and suddenly you can’t. 

You can’t go to the park. Or the grocery store. Or even into your own backyard because in all senses of the word, they are kind of relentless. 

It feels harsh to say, but you feel like a prisoner. Like you’re watching life move on outside of you - kids biking down the pavement, Colt walking to the store, your neighbors mowing the lawn - and you never realized what a luxury mundane things like this were.

To be unknown, a face in a sea of people rather than a deer stuck in headlights, frozen where you are. Because the people you knew don’t see you the same way, and really, you’re not a stranger to anyone anymore. 

It sucks. It’s amazing. You hate it. You love it. The highs and the lows fluctuate so fast that sometimes you feel like you’re a crazy person - teetering from one place to another. Everyone loves your acting, but no one wants to sit with you at school during lunch. The paparazzi stay outside your house almost all day, everyday but you got invited to announce an award at the Savants Show. 

In some way, your feelings feel inherently wrong. Because this is some people’s dream, and it used to be yours too, but really you just want to go to the grocery store with your little brother and buy snacks. You want to talk to your friends at recess, not get asked random questions while you’re shoved into your car. 

Marco visits around the four month mark, after you confide in him that it hasn’t been the greatest. He spends a whole week with your family - teaching Falco how to play Go, Colt teaches him how to do card tricks, and the two of you spend all night talking about anything and everything. And you love him for it. Because really, you’re not the only one going through this. Sure, they were primed for this since they were little, but it’s nice to have someone who understands you by your side. 

And Eren calls you every single night, to the point where you’re both falling asleep on the phone together, his soft breathing lulling you to sleep every night. Some part of you feels guilty confiding in him, since he is on the set of a really big movie he’s filming right now, but he always assuages any guilt you have with his words.

“How was your day, Y/N?” he asks, nestled into a gray hoodie, the smallest tufts of his brown hair peeking out of the hood. 

He’s leaning against his headboard, his forearm resting against his head and his eyes shut closed. Because he’s six hours ahead of you, in Switzerland. And it’s the middle of the night. 

“Is your roommate there?” 

He laughs, his dimples appearing in the glow of the computer light. 

“He’s really mad at us about last night. He told me we need to stop giggling so late so he can get some “beauty sleep” or whatever.” 

“I don’t giggle. He must hate me.” 

“Oh, for sure. But Ry hates everyone.” 

“Rude.”

“I asked a question. How was your day, Y/N?” 

“Ah. It was okay, Eren. Same old.” 

His eyes flutter open and he leans forward, the concern washing over his eyes. And you hate when he does this, because really, it’s worse to have Eren pity you more than anything. 

“Y/N.” 

“Hm?” 

“Six days.” 

You smile, brushing down the ends of your hair. Right. Six days till you and Eren are together again. 

“Yeah. It feels like time passed by really fast.” 

“What are you talking about? It feels like an eternity since I’ve seen you. I’m not even sure what you look like anymore.” 

“Bullshit. You literally FaceTime me every single day, Eren.” 

“Still. It’ll be nice. To see you in person, to not have the Wifi lag because Coco is trying to play Roblox.” 

“He got banned the other day.” 

“For what?” 

“He censored a curse word, but still got banned because it picked it up.” 

“Rookie mistake, Falco. He can have my account if it’s that serious.” 

You both laugh, falling into a comfortable silence, as you stare at each other on the screen. The white light of the screen is doing little to illuminate Eren’s face in the dark room he’s sitting in and really, you can only make out the harsh figures on his face.

The bridge of his nose, the shape of his eyebrows, only one dimple, and his lips. And when he leans back, placing the phone on the side, as he nestles into his pillow, you put Eren to the side, typing away on your computer. When you glance over in a few minutes, he’s fast asleep, only the sounds of his breathing coming out of the phone. 

Six days.  

- 

As far as red carpets go, this has to be a memorable first. You arrive there at six o’clock, which is when the red carpet starts. Meaning the rest of the cast is already out there, getting pictures taken, doing interviews while your cab driver is Tokyo Drifting you through the streets of New York City.

The second you arrive, Mikasa’s styling team throws you into a frenzy. You’re attired into a long, flowing green dress, because the original outfit that you had picked out got lost in the airport debacle. 

Right. You would have been there on time if the universe was actually on your side for once. You were supposed to fly in on Thursday, with the rest of the Attack on Titan cast. You were all going to be staying together in a house near the awards show, so that you guys could get started on table reads this weekend before you start filming again next month. 

Except, your flight got delayed and you didn’t make it in time. And they accidentally lost your luggage in the time in between canceling your flight and scheduling you a new one. Which leaves you in your current dilemma, of walking onto the carpet an hour late. 

Somewhere in the middle of the carpet, a very antsy and anxious Eren Jaeger is doing press interviews. He’s styled in all black and a green tie, meant by his styling team to compliment the color of his eyes. He doesn’t get that entire thing, but does it anyway. 

“Do you have any news you can tell us about the next season of Attack on Titan?” 

Before Eren can respond, he feels a hand clamped over his mouth, Ymir standing behind him with a stern expression on her face. 

“Do not answer that, Eren.” grumbles Ymir, the interviewer laughing at the two of you. 

Eren rolls his eyes as he and Ymir stand side by side, the two of them answering questions from the interviewer. 

“Are you guys really friends outside of the set?” 

“No. Eren Jaeger is insufferable.” responds Ymir, Eren reaching over to smack her cheek as they both laugh. 

“Yes, we’re all really good friends. Some of us more than oth-” 

Ymir’s response is cut off by a loud sound of cheering, all of the photographers on that side of the carpet rushing to the front. And when he leans over the crowd of people to see you at the center, with all these cameras flashing at you, he can feel his heart thumping in his chest and an almost inevitable smile spreading across his face. 

It’s you. It’s really you - in real life and not on a shitty wifi phone screen but only ten feet away from him, looking like the sun. 

The entire thing is overstimulating. There’s almost a dozen camera’s flashing, all at one time. You’re trying your best to smile but all you can hear is clicking, twenty different people saying your name trying to get your attention, and your cheeks burning from keeping your smile in th3 same position as you flick your eyes around. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see it. The tufts of brown hair you have committed to memory. You look to your right to find Eren and Ymir smiling at you, the two of them giving you waves. And you turn back to the crowd, whisper a polite sorry, and run right into Ymir’s arms first. 

“Ymir, I missed you so much.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I’d miss me too.” 

You pull back, every unpleasant feeling in your chest accumulating for the past six months lessening at the warmth of someone so familiar, someone you love so much gleaming at you in your arms. Ymir rolls her eyes and pinches your cheek as she walks away, leaving you and Eren standing on the carpet. 

You can feel yourself smiling really big and you try your best to will it down, but the pure anticipation and adrenaline of the event, and Eren Jaeger, really standing in the flesh in front of you, stops any efforts you may have. 

“Hi Eren.” you whisper. 

“Hi Y/N.” he whispers back. 

You lean forward and lock your hands around his neck, to which he crushes you in his hold, the two of you giggling in each other's ears as you hug each other, cheeks slightly flushed. And for the rest of the carpet, you and Eren link arms, taking turns answering the interviewers questions and taking pictures together. 

“Do you guys like each other?” 

“I mean, I sure hope Eren likes me. We are best friends and all.” you respond. 

Eren reaches forward, smacking his palm against your forehead. 

“Shut up. You know I like you.” 

You and Eren feel a sudden weight on your shoulders, and in true menace form, Connie Springer is leaning against both of your frames. He leans forward into the microphone, grinning at the interviewer as he starts talking. 

“Oh, they like each other all right. They have all these little things they do on set that none of us are allowed to do with them. Like oh, you can’t eat ramen with Y/N that’s our thing. Or oh, you can’t get slushies with Eren, we’ve been doing that since we got here.” 

You lean forward and flick Connie on the forehead, as Eren rolls his eyes. 

“Are you jealous, Connie?” you ask. 

“No. I just want some of that bitch ass ramen you guys are always making.” 

Erwin and Levi walk up, the two of them pinching Connie’s cheek as he whines. 

“Language, Springer.” Levi mutters. 

He drops Connie’s ear and places his hand in your hair, giving you a warm smile. Erwin gives you a hearty hug before the two of them walk away, meeting Hange at the end of the carpet. 

You turn back to the interviewer, you and Eren answering final questions before walking away all together. The second you get away from her, Connie’s leaning down, crushing you in a hug and lifting you into the air. 

“I missed you yesterday.” Connie mutters, his breath tickling your ears. 

“I know, I was so sad to miss it. I really missed you guys too.”  You’re not entirely sure why - but Connie, Ymir, Eren, these comforting people after six months of hellscape are enough for the air to get tangled in your throat and the warm tears to start welling in your eyes. 

Connie swings his arm around Eren as he talks, smirking at the two of you. 

“Some of us missed you more than others.” Connie grins, poking Eren’s cheeks. 

“Oh, yeah?” you ask. 

“Eren pouted all day. Looked nearly depressed when he had to eat that measly ramen bowl by himself. Stared at pictures of you on his phone.” 

“I DIDN’T LOOK AT PICTURES OF HER ON MY PHONE.” Eren responds, now yanking Connie by the ear. 

Connie rolls his eyes as he runs off, leaving you and Eren to walk the last part of the red carpet together. 

Right before you make it into the venue, you feel a tugging on your dress, to be met with two kids who must be a few years younger than you, matching smiles on their faces. You and Eren crouch down, taking in their outfits

They’re dressed as you and Eren, from the show. With perfect green capes and a red scarf. Why are they watching your show? Seems a bit gory for their age. 

“Hi. I’m Y/N.” you say, holding out your hand. 

They both excitedly shake, stumbling over their words as they start talking. 

“Hi. I-I love you so much. You-you’re both so cool and we just-we love you so much we-” the girl starts. 

“We made-made you a gift.” the boy continues. 

Eren leans forward, holding his hand out, as he gives the two of them a warm smile. 

“You guys are too kind. Y/N and I really appreciate it, truly.” 

They place two friendship bracelets in your hands, which you and Eren immediately slide onto your hands. You and Eren take the time to give each of them a hug, making sure their parents are able to snap pictures, before you head back inside. 

When you’re inside the safe confines of the theater, you look down at the bracelets. Yours is green and Eren’s is pink. The beads in the middle of yours say “attack on eren” and the beads in the middle of Eren’s say “attack on y/n” - like your matching tag names on Twitter. 

“Hey. They accidentally switched them when they gave it to us. My bracelet says your name.” you say. 

“There’s no way they would give us the wrong ones.” 

“They could have gotten nervous. Why would I wear a bracelet with your name on it when you-” 

“I’m keeping this one.” he says, with a tone so definitive you don’t even want to respond. 

You and Eren hold your wrists out to admire them, the soft beads standing out against your fancy clothes. It’s simple. You love it. 

You reach down and tangle one of your hands with Eren’s. He squeezes three times. You squeeze back. 

And for the first time in six months, you feel at ease. 

- 

“Wait so, explain this to me one more time.” you ask, being met with eleven prepared faces staring back at you. 

“These are the Savant TV show awards. There are other ones for things like movies, music, and plays. Any show that is part of this cycle has to send names in to nominate for each award. Five are selected in each category and then a select group of people in the industry, we call them the Institute, usually vote on winners.” starts Bertholdt. 

“Okay. That makes sense. Is that how they pick triple threats too?” 

Eren’s hand is still locked in yours, hidden under the pleats of your dress. He squeezes three times at the mention of a triple threat and you get the message.

You got this.

“Well, triple threats are different. They’re kind of variable and get announced randomly. Some years you can have a lot of triple threats and some years none. But when they get picked, they announce the three pieces that made them a triple threat. Then they have to do this long and personal interview where they discuss their time in the industry - good, bad, all of it - and at whatever award show is next, they pick one of the three - singing, dancing, or acting - and perform a piece at the end of the show.” explains Annie, fidgeting with the ends of her perfectly curled hair. 

“Do we have any triple threats today?” you ask. 

“No. But besides triple threat performances, there’s also other performers and an ensemble showcase. Have you ever seen one?” asks Armin, leaning forward to pull Annie’s hands down from ruining her hair. 

“No. What’s that?” 

“Basically, each year the Savants pick a show to perform for an ensemble showcase. It’s the cast of the entire show, or just a select portion of it, and they usually perform a dance or sing a song related to the show. This year, it’s the cast of Blue Lock, the soccer show?” responds Armin.

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it.” 

“They’re performing that song Get Your Head in the Game from that movie High School Musical? They’re all going to do a bunch of soccer tricks on stage while they sing the song is what I’ve heard. People usually relate it to the show they’re in some type of way.” says Armin

Before the rest of them can explain more, the lights dim and you focus your head to the front, the show starting. You don’t really recognize the hosts or anyone in the room - which to you is a sign that you really should start paying attention - and you try to focus on what they’re saying. 

They’re cracking jokes about different people in the industry, which Eren explains to you in your ear as they talk. What the jokes mean, who they’re talking about, what shows they’re from. They even crack a joke about you and Eren. 

“The cast of Attack on Titan is here tonight.” 

The statement is met with an array of cheers in the room, and in true Connie and Reiner fashion, they’re both standing up for no reason, bowing to the crowd. That just garners them both a cascading sound of laughter from the audience, which only gets louder when Erwin yanks Connie and Reiner down by the ear. 

“Getting to watch the story unfold, all the twists and turns - it’s almost impossible not to pay attention to such a thrilling story. I’m sure we can’t say the same for our hosting skills, because our sweet leads Y/N and Eren have been whispering in each other's ears the entire time instead of listening to us.” 

The light flashes in yours and Eren’s faces, the two of you with widened expressions as you laugh at everyone staring you down. And when Eren says, sorry what did you say? with a confused tone in his voice, the entire audience laughs and then they move on. 

Somewhere around a third of the way into the show, the usher comes to the seats, whispering in your ear that it’s time for you to come backstage. 

Right. You’re supposed to be presenting an award with another actor. And you totally forgot. 

You turn to your right to look at Eren and before you can even express the panic, he’s already settling you down. Eren Jaeger, mind reader. 

“You’ll be fine. You just have to stand there and present the award. He’s really weird but he’s nice most of the time.” 

"What? I can’t do this, Eren. They’re all going to be staring at me and I don’t even-” 

Mikasa and Bertholdt’s hands are on your shoulder, squeezing twice as the usher leads you along. You turn back to look at Eren, and he gives you a warm smile as you try to focus on the task at hand. 

When you get backstage, everyone is in a frenzy. There are so many different crew members running around - microphones in their ears, sound-checking mics, making sure that the video on the screen stops playing on time. It reminds you of the chaos on set that you like to watch, except this is entirely more nerve-wracking because of the swarm of butterflies in your stomach. 

You tap on the guy closest to you, a boy that can’t be much older than you with pink hair. 

“Hi. I’m supposed to present the award next, do you have any idea who I’m supposed to be presenting with?” 

“Ah. That would be Ryomen Sukuna.” 

“Oh. I’ve never heard of him.” 

He frowns, squinting his eyes at you as you lean forward. You take a second to take him in more closely, his perfectly fitted suit with a black tie. You’re not sure why, but you swear you know him from somewhere. 

“You’ve never heard of him? Ever?” 

You shake your head as he starts laughing, the grin on his face so wide. And before you can ask what’s so funny, they’re pushing you onto stage, the bright lights shining in your face. You scan the crowd for Eren, who mouths it’s okay before you and him start. 

You clear your throat as you turn to the guy, who you now realize is the same pink-haired guy from backstage. 

“Wait. What are you doing here?” 

He laughs - and the entire audience does too - as he turns to you, a devious grin in his eyes. He holds his hand out, which you return, as he introduces himself. 

“Hi Y/N. I’m Ryomen Sukuna.” 

You feel your eyes widen as he lifts your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before he continues. You can feel your mind running in circles as you clutch the envelope in your hand, zoning back in to pay attention to him. 

“You know, you and Eren spend all night giggling, talking about god knows what. Of course, this asshole never mentions me.” 

And then you remember. Pink hair, Ry. Ryomen Sukuna. He’s Eren’s roommate, from the movie he was just filming. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I remember now, you’re Eren’s roommate and-” 

“You’re standing here with me and you’re talking about Eren?” 

“Ah, I-” 

“You keep me up all night by calling Eren and you don’t even know my name. And then I'm trying to have a moment with you and you're talking about another guy?” 

He's doing a bit. Right. Because from what you could tell, almost everyone who presents an award does one. Maybe this is just his. 

“I'm sorry?” 

The entire audience laughs at your words and Sukuna rolls his eyes, saying something about how hard it is to impress girls these days, as he hands you a lollipop. 

“What’s this for?” 

“The people sitting in the front row, Y/N. It’s obviously for you.” he deadpans. 

“Oh, okay that’s kind of weird. Thanks!” 

The audience laughs as you unwrap the lollipop, handing the envelope to Sukuna so you can do it properly.

“It’s about that time. Ready to read the name, Y/N?” 

You nod as you take the lollipop out of your mouth, handing it to Sukuna and you focus on ripping the golden tape on the envelope. Except as you’re opening it, the entire crowd starts laughing and you’re not entirely sure why. 

“Am I that bad at opening this or something?” 

They laugh even more, which makes you turn to Sukuna for reassurance, which is when you see it. Sukuna just put your lollipop in his mouth. Like, the lollipop with your saliva all over it in his mouth. 

“Hey! I was eating that.” 

He pops it out of his mouth and holds it in between you, smirking at you. 

“Want it back, sweetheart?” 

You take it from his hands and shove it back into his mouth - which at this point, the audience is literally screaming at the two of you - as you open up the envelope. And when you read the name and hand the award over, you and Sukuna exit the stage, bickering as you get off. 

“You’re such a weirdo freak. I did want to eat that lollipop.” 

“Then eat it. There’s still some left, sweetheart,” he says, a joking tone present in his voice. 

“You’re so gross. That’s like literally sharing saliva.” 

“We can do that in other ways too if you want.” 

“Ew. Are you always like this?” 

You both laugh as you exit the stage, back into the panic behind the curtains. As people move around you and him, taking mic boxes off, you turn to him. 

“Okay, okay. Let’s start over. I’m Y/N L/N. No more sassing me because I forgot you name.” 

He gives you a glimmering smile, holding his hand out. 

“Okay, okay. Ryomen Sukuna. Call him in the middle of the night and I will do this again.” 

As you both continue talking, a group of people join him at his side, clearly his friends. Another boy with pink hair, who looks literally identical to him, a shorter boy with black spiky hair, and two girls - one with green hair and one with brown. 

They’re all yanking Sukuna by the ears, telling him that he - as always - is doing too much. 

The boy with pink hair turns to you, the look on his face apologetic. 

“He’s always like this. Menacing. We sincerely apologize.” 

You smile, holding your hand out to him as he repeats his name and the rest of them follow suit.. Itadori Yuuji. Megumi Fushiguro. Nobara Kugisaki and Maki Zenin. 

“We’re the cast of Jujutsu Kaisen.” responds Nobara, as she flicks Sukuna on the forehead. 

“Ah. I’m one of the cast members of-”

“Attack on Titan.” they all respond in unison, smiling at you. 

After a few minutes, you’re joined by a group of your own friends - Ymir, Reiner, Marco, and Eren - as well as Levi and a taller man with white hair. 

Marco and Ymir give you warm smiles and squeezes on the shoulder as they congratulate you for doing a good job, saying that the reception was really funny and that you and Sukuna are trending on Twitter. Eren's uncharacteristically silent, brooding in the corner. Before you can mention it, Sukuna beats you to it. 

“Eren. Do you need to take a shit?” says Sukuna, leaning forward to smile at him. 

“What?” Eren responds. 

“You look agitated as fuck. Like you have to take a shit.” 

Ymir and Reiner laugh, poking Eren’s cheeks and teasing him, as you move to the side, paying attention to Levi’s conversation. 

“All they do is cuss. I need to start actually punishing them or they’re going to end up cursing like sailors in a few years.” 

“Tell me about it, Satoru. Jean is actually horrible, I will genuinely wash his mouth out with soap the next time he says fuck near me.” 

Satoru. Satoru Gojo. You may not know many celebrities, but you sure know this one. 

He’s a triple threat. 

“When I got cast on a show with a bunch of kids, I didn’t realize I was going to become a father.” sighs Satoru, grinning at the group of them as he talks. 

“You’re not our father.” the group of them respond, breaking from their own conversations to shoot him down. 

Levi laughs as he looks down at you, placing a hand in your hair as you join their conversation. Satoru crouches down to your height, smiling at you as he talks. 

“Good job. That was real funny, kid.” 

“Thank you so much.” 

“Are you as rude to Levi as my kids are to me?” Satoru asks. 

“We’re not your kids.” respond Megumi and Nobara, breaking from their conversation again. 

“He does kind of remind me of my dad! He always gives good advice on set and helps me and-” 

Levi crouches down, glaring at you. 

“I’m not your dad.” 

“Yes you are.” 

“No, I’m not.” 

Marco and Reiner walk over, holding onto Levi’s arms as they respond. 

“Yes, you are.” 

You all turn your heads to Satoru, who is now pouting. 

“They cast the wrong kids in my show. Mine are so ungrateful,” he says, leaning down to pinch Megumi’s ear, which he just returns by literally smacking Satoru off. 

You all laugh as you get directed back into your seats, as it’s time to present the next award. You wave them all goodbyes as you start walking in line with Eren, who you now realize you hadn’t talked to the entire time. His jaw is locked, an implacable look in his face. You reach down and tangle your hand with his, to which he finally looks over at you. 

“Hey. Was it okay?” 

He stops in his tracks, letting Ymir, Marco, and Reiner walk forward, as you stand in the outskirts of the curtain. 

“It was good, Y/N. Really good.” he sighs. 

“So why are you upset?” 

He frowns as he looks over at you, his mouth in a straight line. 

“It’s stupid.” 

“No it’s not, Eren. Just tell me!” 

“Imannoyedhekissedyourhand” he murmurs quickly, under his breath. 

“Sorry, what was that? It’s kind of loud in here.” 

“igotjealousseeingyouguysupthere.” he murmurs again, his cheeks turning red. 

You lean completely into his space, looking straight into his green eyes. 

“Sorry, Eren. One more time, yeah?” 

“I’m annoyed he kissed your hand! It made me jealous because that should have been me and not him and he’s just doing that because I-” 

Before he can finish, you start laughing, which stops Eren in his tracks and now he’s glaring at you. 

“Quit making fun of me, Y/N.”

“I’m not! It’s just so cute, Eren. You’re so-” 

“I’m glad you find my personal torture cute, Y/N.” 

“Personal torture? Did you get more dramatic from the last time I saw you?” 

“Imagine being me. I just watched an idiot, a real life blathering idiot like Sukuna, kiss your hand before I got to do it. And I was sitting next to Connie too. That’s so annoying and now everyone is going to make fun of me and-” 

And now you get it. He’s…jealous. Of Sukuna. From what Itadori and Maki told you, Sukuna’s kind of infamous for being a cheeky little shit, going about things as he pleases. And Eren’s feeling possessive because you’re best friends. Connie being a little bitch probably didn’t help matters either. 

You’re not sure where you garner up this uncharacteristic courage or boldness from, but you hold out your left hand to Eren.

“What? Trying to rub it in my face now? You’re worse than Ymir.” 

“No, no. Sukuna kissed my right hand. But he didn’t kiss my left, so you can just do it now.” 

You watch his eyes widen and his face turn positively red as he starts blabbering, awkwardly pushing his hands through his hair and teetering on his heels.

“Huh? What? You can’t just- you’re just saying that. This is weird. You’re-you? What? I can’t like- oh my god. What the-” 

You place one of your hands on his shoulder as you look at him, trying to muster the sweetest smile you can. 

“Eren. Please?” 

The ask makes him give in and he shakily places his hand in yours, lifting your knuckles against his mouth as he places a soft kiss in between your second and third knuckle. And when you smile at him again, positively gleaming, Eren curses your existence. He hates you for making him feel like this. 

“Screw you, Y/N.” 

“What? What happened now?” 

"You. You’re annoying.” 

You roll your eyes as you and Eren walk back to your seats, hands locked together and already met with a barrage of insults from Sasha and Annie. They’re pinching Eren’s cheeks, mimicking Sukuna taking your lollipop, the rest of them all teasing him. 

But when you look over and smile at Eren, which he returns, you both focus your heads back on the show, the speakers talking. And when Eren drives away at the end of the night, you hold onto the feeling. 

Just one more month until you’re back together. All of you, for real.

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[djljpanda]

I have a request, Actor Wally x gothic puppet reader

In the actor au Wally a salty, sassy diva :)

The reader female and she's a "sheep in wolf's clothing" she looks scary but is actually nice and sweet.

She's an upcoming actress starting in the "welcome home show " She's portrayed as a background character until the director changes the script and makes them an "ideal couple" which brings wally and the reader closer :)

A/n: Wally art by @frillsand on TikTok, Tumblr

It's weird how someone who acts like Fred Rogers on camera but really gives off Kardashian vibes off set

You look like a cold hearted person but really you're just like Mitsuri from Demon slayer

You and Wally did not get along at first due to your different personalities and styles

It was weird when you were both told that each of your characters will have a romantic relationship you both started trying to change it

You didn't want to work with someone who doesn't like you so why would you want to pretend to love each other especially if they want you two to be the 'ideal couple'

You two did end up going through with it but that led to you two rehearsing together and mostly along due to not wanting to let the others see this

But these would make you two bound more as you both would take breaks together and actually talk to each besides criticizing

I think everyone knew that the relationship changed when Wally came in with drinks and/or coffee and for him to give you one

It shocked you due to when Wally would do this he would say he forgot or he would get your order wrong but this time your order was right and you had Wally with a warm smile making him leave in a hurry

You two did play the role of lovebirds on camera but people can tell that now there was true love in each of your eyes

Wally still acts like his diva self but does try to bring it down a notch with you but now you don't really mind

There was some sort of love since your two first meeting but now it's blossoming

Now when you two do get into a relationship you both at first try to hide it from the public but soon fans knew and they were going crazy on how adorable you two are

You two attended interviews, award shows, parties together

The rest of the cast do joke on how in the show your guys relationship is how opposites can attracted and look at the two of you now

You guys have gone a long way to get what you guys have now

You both really went from

#wally darling x reader #wally darling x fem reader #wally actor au #actress reader #actor au #welcome home x fem reader #welcome home imagines #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally darling x reader #welcome home wally x reader #wally x reader #wally x y/n #wally au #welcome home wally darling x fem reader #welcome home wally x fem reader #gothic reader

[sl-vega]

✧Other Friendly Faces✧

✧Kazuha✧-member of the literature club and in the same English class as Xingqiu. He specializes in poetry, mainly haikus and free verses.

✧Furina✧-President of the drama club and usually directs school plays. When she was younger, she was a successful child actress, though due to losing passion for the art, she stepped back and decided to focus on her director career.

✧Chiori✧-a member of the textile and drama club. Chiori is usually in charge of costume design for school productions. She runs a fairly successful mini-business where she sells her own designs, and she has many fashion companies begging for her to work for them, though she expresses no interest in working for someone else's brand.

✧Freminet✧-part of the swim team and Lyney and Lynette's younger brother. Like his sister, he's quiet and reserved, but a good listener. The two of you haven't talked much, but you do know about his love for the ocean and his soft spot for penguins.

✧Yun Jin✧-member of the music club and choir. She is also part of the Yun Han opera troupe, and has quickly risen to fame due to her starring role in the critically acclaimed musical: "The Divine Damsel of Devastation".

✧Eula✧-Captain of the dance team and student council vice-president. She's cold, harsh, and brutally honest (and holds a grudge for just about anything) and she doesn't have the best reputation due to that, but her talent and work ethic (almost) makes up for all that.

additional notes:

-in case you're wondering why some of these r so short, it's cuz these guys r just side characters, but i wanted to make some profiles for them

-i keep on forgetting to mention everyone's ages so here's a quick list:

-freminet and yun jin are sophmores (tenth grade, 15-16)

-furina, eula, and chiori are seniors (twelfth grade, 17-18)

-kazuha is a junior (eleventh grade, 16-17)

-furina supremacy fr fr

-everyone else in the main cast (y/n's group + xingqiu's friend group) are all juniours

-eula's twitter header found here

-i promise the plot will actually start after this :>

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Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

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#xingqiu x reader #xingqiu x y/n #xingqiu x you #kazuha #furina #chiori #freminet #yun jin #eula #eula lawrence #genshin impact #genshin au #genshin x reader #genshin smau #modern smau #modern au #smau #high school smau #highschool smau #highschool au #social media au #au #alternate universe #genshin fanfic

[v-anrouge]

Just a general analysis of like yi how he would act and stuff

A lot of people seem to think vil is a narcissistic self obsessed asshole who would give ppl eds and insecurities and shit and like as someone who is hyperfixated in him and has read about every content of him available in eng server that i manage to get my hands onto it's just one of the biggest mischaracterizations of vil. his words are always meant to be of encouragement when he criticizes something, his words are rough because as a child that was the way everyone talked to him, he was a young boy thrown in the modeling world and the acting world, and although it was (half) by his choice, having a famous dad he was born in front of the cameras. it's very clear that vil masks and barely shows his emotional side and you can see that this has been going on for YEARS because as a child when he is beat up by a group for being a villain in a movie he didn't cry and just stood up and insulted the kids , a contrast to how he vulnerably asked his father for reassurance on wether or not he was a villain also in his overblot flashback. vil has said it himself multiple times but whenever he assigns a self care routine and a diet to anyone it's always with the best intentions in mind, he doesn't give them a diet so they can lose weight, and he would never, we know that because in his overblot he confessed how much he hated the diets he put himself through but couldn't help it because he was desperate to be seem as beautiful, to finally be enough. vil is a very insecure man, a type of insecurity that is hidden from anyone that doesn't know his heart, and trust me, very little people know his heart. he's not one to trust others easily and once again that probably has to do with the industry around him and people probably trying to ruin his career. vil is an extremely caring and protective person, he takes care of everyone in his dorm and the people outside of it, and he recognizes the value potential and strength in everyone, and he will comment on it when he sees someone with so much of it and wastes it all by never trying, we can see that in multiple times but ill highlight his moments with leona and how he comments on it because he, unlike many in the school, recognizes leona is amazing and extremely talented (id also like to point out leona and vil are extremely similar and have extremely similar trauma just ended up coping w two opposite extremes (leona not trying and vil trying too much)) he is shown to even stay awake late at night to make sure everything is going right with each of his students. a lot of people seem to have the misconception that vil's overblot was caused out of envy for a casting of a simple movie but the truth is the roles were never the problem, it's not like vil has a problem with villains, what he hated is that he only got villain papers because no one ever saw the worth in him to be a hero, no one considered him good enough or fit for the role and would constantly cast all his hard work and passion aside in favor of someone else's (neige's) see how it is? it's never about the actual roles in a movie, what vil craves is validation, is admiral, is being truly loved for who he is, is to have his hard work be seen and recognized and cherished, is to for once in his life not be a second best, that's why he says n his overblot, that for once all he wanted was to stay in the stage until the curtains fall, all he wanted in life, is to be able to stay, and not be thrown away once something better is found to replace him

since you write for x reader im assuming you'd like to know how he'd act with a lover so; vil would even more caring over his lover, constantly checking in on them and fussing about little things in order to make sure they're taking care of themselves and treating themselves right the way they deserve to be treated, for vil to fall in love it takes A LOT of trust in that person so rest assured you'll see sides of vil that nobody but his father have ever seen before, you'll need to be patient because vil has a lot of issues to work through but if you stay by his side, hold his hand and encourage him to better himself like he always did for others vil swears on his own name you'll be the happiest person to ever exist

#✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks #ৎ୭ ⇣‧₊˚ 【stinks #♡ᭂ ⇣‧₊˚ 【 my supernova #THIS IS LONG SOEEY #vil schoenheit #twst vil schoenheit #twst vil #character analysis

[cherryrainn]

Dom! onceler 1972 x fem! reader who is his wife like a very typical housewife pleasee

━━ ✧ 𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; onceler (1972) + reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; please note that this story portrays traditional gender roles

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; smoking

you were the picture-perfect housewife, and your husband, the onceler, was the epitome of a successful businessman. your home was filled with the scent of freshly baked apple pie, the clinking of fine china, and the occasional, unmistakable aroma of cigars.

onceler was a man of many facets. he had a way of commanding your attention with just a look. yet, he was also so sweet in his own way. he often called you "dear" and "darling," and his rare moments of tenderness made your heart swell.

one evening, you were in the kitchen preparing dinner, the aroma of your signature pot roast wafting through the house. you wore a floral apron over your well-pressed dress, your hair neatly styled, and pearls adorning your neck.

onceler entered the kitchen, his presence demanding attention. he exhaled a cloud of cigar smoke, and you could smell the faint musk of his favorite brand in the air. he watched you for a moment before his deep voice broke the silence.

"the roast looks delicious," he said, his eyes never leaving you. "but you know i prefer it medium-rare."

you nodded, setting the utensils down. "of course, dear. i'll adjust the cooking time."

he stepped closer, his hand gently cupping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "that's better. you know how to please me."

onceler's dominant nature was always present, but it wasn't unkind. he appreciated the effort you put into being a good wife. as you continued to prepare dinner, he watched your every move, his critical eye noting the details you'd overlooked.

but it was the evenings when the two of you retired to the living room, the soft glow of the vintage lamp casting warm light, that you cherished the most. he'd sit back in his armchair, cigar in hand, and you'd join him on the floor by his feet, your head resting against his leg.

his fingers would run through your hair as he spoke, sharing stories of his business ventures and his day. he'd ask about your activities and interests, showing genuine interest in your world.

it was a life of duality, but one that you had chosen. onceler may have been demanding, but he was also loving and appreciative. in his own way, he showed his affection and made you feel cherished as his dear housewife.

#ONCELER 1972 #onceler #greedler #y/n #reader insert #x reader #the lorax #ask #onceler x reader #greedler x reader

[tachiguin]

If you were Kafka, what would you change in BSD

Sorry, this question has been sitting in my inbox for a very long time. I think it’s kinda hard for me to answer this question, because to a certain degree I’m tempted to say “I wouldn’t change anything at all”. Like, for all that I criticize media like Bungou Stray Dogs for various things, I also think that the media we consume shouldn’t be required to be so perfect that there’s nothing to criticize. If anything, criticism is a major part of what drives discussion in fandoms. Moreover, as much as I may feel “Kafka Asagiri shouldn’t have done X”, I’m not really inclined to want to change X about the series? Maybe it’s just because I approach it from the mindset of a reader, not an author, but I think that its OK for me to disapprove of certain aspects of a series, and still not want anything to change about it. Like, if I was given full control to change anything I wanted, it probably wouldn’t be the same Bungou Stray Dogs at all, starting with Mushitarou’s awful hairstyle, BTW. Honestly I might just kill the guy off if it was up to me, I don’t really like looking at his face……. but I digress!

Having said that, I still do think certain aspects of the series could be changed to better appeal to myself. But again, I don’t want anyone to think that my opinion is more “correct” than what Kafka Asagiri himself decided for the series. This is literally just my personal thoughts on the matter, just like how if it was up to me Oguri Mushitarou and his slimy hair would not exist in Bungou Stray Dogs, even though, objectively, he’s fine and well written and nothing really needs to change about him, except I really want him to sue his plastic surgeon, and his hairdresser, like hello? Way to make a guy look unrecognizable, I guess.

Sorry, I’ll stop trashing on poor Mushitarou. I’m serious though.

The two major changes I’d make are the role of female characters in the series, and also the way that the concepts of self-sacrifice and “honorable suicide” are presented. I think these aspects are the biggest gripes I have with the story, but I also think that, especially in regards to the latter, the series wouldn’t necessarily be the same, or even “better”, if it was changed.

I’ve never really made a post going in depth about how I feel in regards to BSD’s female cast, but I’ve mentioned before that I think the fandom really underrates most, if not all, women in Bungou Stray Dogs. But in retrospect, I can’t really blame it all on the fandom’s general misogyny; the way that Asagiri portrays women in his story doesn’t really do anything to discourage the lack of appreciation for his female cast. The thing is that she’s almost always the side chick. She’s an accessory to hang off of his arm. She’s motivated solely by him, whether that be his goals, or just because she—and it’s never really explained why—is deeply and hopelessly in love with him. Who is this “she”? Who am I talking about, in particular? Literally every female character, barring maybe Yosano, might fit the descriptions I gave above. That’s how bad Kafka Asagiri is at giving his female characters agency.

It’s okay to have a character with a plotline that’s intertwined with another character. It’s okay to have a character that’s motivated by external forces. It’s okay to have a supporting character who doesn’t really do much except move the plot forward. It’s starts to become annoying when all of these characters are women, while their male counterparts get the better end of the deal.

Sometimes I hear people say that Kafka Asagiri is good at writing women, and I think, in response, that shounen anime has truly brought our standards down, six feet under the dirt where every interesting female character to exist in animanga is buried. Yes… Asagiri doesn’t shy away from writing female characters who can fight, and even, gasp! Fight well, but this is literally the bare minimum, especially for a magical setting that takes place in the modern age. Asagiri can create female characters with interesting traits and a lot of potential, then subsequently assign all of her traits to serve a male character’s narrative, while actively sabotaging any potential she had by utilizing her as a plot device.

And maybe I would be less annoyed if it went both ways. Kyouka has saved Atsushi quite a handful of times, why doesn’t he worship the ground she walks on and dedicate his entire life to helping her fulfill her goals? Actually, on this topic, the reason why is because Kyouka doesn’t have any substantial goals outside of being Atsushi’s sidekick for life. Now, I absolutely adore Kyouka and Atsushi’s relationship, found family is still my favorite troupe ever, but it’s noticeable that while Atsushi’s search for self-esteem and a so-called “reason to live” is the literal narrative core of the series, Kyouka, who had found herself struggling with a similar internal conflict, is by comparison, almost never explored further. When was the last time the story checked back up on Lucy, and how she’s feeling? Yeah, she’s in a better place now, but isn’t she still haunted by her years at the orphanage, under the Guild’s thumb, being treated like a pawn on the chessboard, just as so many male characters have been shown to feel in wake of their own traumatic experiences? Doesn’t she struggle to find a new purpose in life, now that she’s no longer stuck doing someone else’s bidding just to survive?

We only ever see a brief glimpse into the thoughts and feelings of BSD’s female cast, before the door slams shut, and they’re relegated to some background role where it doesn’t really matter how she feels, she just wants to help the guy who saved her life, that’s all we really need to know before we can start advancing the plot again. Well, I want to know more. 

It would also be great to have more female characters who are motivated by something other than her desire to help or hurt another—oftentimes male—character. How come he’s allowed to delusionally seek world domination, and she isn’t? How come he’s allowed to desperately want to save everyone in spite of a cruel reality, and she isn’t? How come he’s allowed to be motivated almost solely by his selfish need for the validation of another, and she isn’t?

Which brings me to another avenue to consider: characters like Akutagawa and Rampo are shown to be fanatically devoted to another character, to the point that Dazai or Fukuzawa could say “Jump,” and they’d be in the air even before asking “How high?”. But here’s the thing: Akutagawa’s devotion is entirely self-centric, and it’s examined as such. He doesn’t selflessly want to help Dazai, no questions asked, he craves the peace of mind that Dazai’s affirmation would bring about, and consequently does anything he can to gain that validation. Not only that, but it’s portrayed as unhealthy and a problem when Akutagawa blindly does whatever Dazai asks of him, but somehow, this doesn’t apply to Louisa and Fitzgerald, Teruko and Fukuchi? Hmmmmmm!

Simply put, there’s a double standard here, and I’d like it to change, because BSD really does have a female cast with a lot of potential, if only Asagiri cared to utilize it.

***

In regards to Thing I'd Want To Change #2, I remember tag-dumping about this awhile back, but it somewhat bothers me that in order to pass the Detective Agency’s entrance exam, Atsushi and Kyouka were required to put their lives on the line to save another (even though, in Atsushi’s case, it was all staged). This might not have been a problem for me if the Detective Agency weren’t the good guys in this—or even if it was emphasized in some other manner that it’s OK to save yourself first, like c’mon, that’s just common sense, they teach you such in elementary school during a fire drill. But unfortunately, not only was Kyouka’s feelings on the matter never expanded on, Atsushi continues to believe that he needs to save people to deserve to live.

However, I do think that there’s still room for development here. Bungou Stray Dogs is not a completed work, so who’s to say that Atsushi won’t have a different outlook on life by the final chapter? Moreover, I think that in the situation where Atsushi first reached this conclusion (on the subway with Yosano and Kaji), Atsushi was probably in a worse mindset prior. For him, he felt that he wanted to live, but that he didn’t deserve to, so therefore, in order to justify his own existence, he grasped a “reason to live”, a motivation to not simply give up and perish right then and there, alongside a train full of innocent people. It was a very “in the moment” kind of thing, that would serve as a foundation for later developments. Again, I think it’s fine that this is his way of thinking now, but someone genuinely needs to tell this boy that it’s not a matter of “reasons” or whether he deserves to or not, living is just something we do without really thinking about it, so its okay if that he lives in that kind of unapologetic manner.

Still, the Detective Agency’s exam is kind of harsh, yet I don’t think it’s necessarily something I would do away with completely, as much as I would reframe it to better fit the message I would want to send. The thing is that working at a superpowered organization that regularly gets into scuffles with the local mafia is in no way safe, and your life insurance probably won’t cover it when you get magically killed and dumped in the river. So it is understandable if a minimum requirement for becoming a member is that you’re okay with getting caught in life or death situations on a semi-frequent basis. It may also be a desired trait that you’d be willing to rescue civilian lives at little benefit to yourself, though not necessarily always in the context of self-sacrifice. Sure, it’s a crazy way of interviewing for these attributes, but it’s not like people don’t lie on their resume, and also, the Detective Agency was established early on to be full of crazy people. You must be this bugfuck insane to join, if you fail the vibe check you die, sorry!

In all seriousness, I think the concept of living, and in particular, having a reason to live, are a major part of Bungou Stray Dog’s themes, and changing it to suit my own opinions better would probably drastically uproot whatever message Asagiri wanted to send, whatever feelings and opinions of his own that he injected into the characters of Atsushi, Dazai, Kyouka, and the like. Even if I myself do not fully agree with the narrative, I still think its okay to have media that tells a different feeling, shares a different experience, and presents a different opinion.

Anyway, this got really long, sorry I was too lazy to include many embedded pictures to break up the text walls. If you read this far to the end then I appreciate and love you dearly, hopefully I made some degree of sense and didn’t just sound like I was rambling out of my ass.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #nakajima atsushi #akutagawa ryuunosuke #izumi kyouka #lucy m #bsd women #bsd meta #bsd analysis #anonymous #answered

[hwaightme]

Your fan, Mingi (part 1)

(pt.2 here) (your fan ml)

🎤 pairing: mingi x rapper!reader 🎤 genre: slice of life, mix of fluff and angst, music and the industry, slow burn 🎤 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if mingi was stanning you 🎤 wordcount: 3.4k 🎤 warnings/tags: language, reader is an underground rapper, mingi is totally starstruck, producer hongjoong energy, activism, criticism of music industry, dark side of idol life, hongjoong-ah instead of hyung, yunho is supportive friend (TM), mingi being a rebel, sneaking out, potential rap battles incoming, reader with that mic drop, let me know if anything else 🎤 a/n: Hello there <3 thank you very much for your support, feedback and appreciation, it means the world to me! Here is the next installation of the "Your fan, _____" series, for none other than Song Mingi!! Any reblogs, asks and love is appreciated!

You were an established independent artist, having made a name for yourself among the real veterans and rap appreciators.

Years of tracks, freestyles and collaborations that you had published or appeared in under your belt, you were dead set on making a permanent home in the underground scene, deeming it to be the place where real art was made.

As such, you had openly turned down offers to get signed to bigger labels, spitting on their fineprint.

Besides, after trying to connect with you over music, they had always immediately veered off the trail to discuss image, visuals and something or other about them helping you develop your own style.

Blocked without a second thought. What bullshit was this? You? Not having your own style? Please.

You made it this far riding your own wave, making your own connections, and you sure as hell were not about to sell that off to entertainment industry vultures.

It was the managers, the bureaucrats that you did not want to face. The casting directors with ulterior motives.

You were an activist for creative freedom and helping new artists break through properly. You were vocal about these issues, both in general and through music.

You had first hand experience with how hard it was to become an idol, having actually been cast as a young teen and being a trainee for 2 years, but it turned out that the agency was... questionable, to say the least. And thus your independent journey started, and your doubt of any larger music-related organisations grew.

And the last thing you wanted was to, in front of all those people you were fighting for, who trusted you and saw you as a role model, support those who had questionable intentions. No.

You were a wildfire, spinning things around, remixing reality into raw and emotional lines, your only goal being that at least one person out there could find comfort in your songs.

Fully aware of the responsibility you had as an artist, you breathed your work and never backed down until just conditions for all collaborators, agents and assistants were met.

Though this was honourable, you became notoriously difficult to work with, often deemed to be a pain in the ass.

You would only shrug at that - it wasn't your fault that the music industry was full of self-centred manipulators. Your agent kept assuring you that you were exaggerating, but who said that a nice person couldn't have malicious intent?

Maybe you were overly cautious at times, seeing as you did not enjoy letting people close to you.

Were you alone? No, not at all. You had strong friendships with some legends, attended major events, hell, even gave whole press conferences and readily used the media to spread your message.

You even had some friends who were idols (albeit few), and connected with them deeply over shared passions and visions for the future.

But your soul? Strictly off limits.

Though you did, when the moment called for it, elaborate on one verse or other, either giving it a relatable backstory or linking it to a national or global issue, not once did you bare all.

That was not your style.

Neither was it your fans'.

They did not need to be spoon-fed pretentious monologues to understand.

Your fans were a real unit, many connecting with each other and becoming life-long friends. Since you never tried to gather the bigger venues, even if you were touring the country, you had a chance to interact with them. Reassure them. Connect with them. Human to human.

You understood each other. No accessories. That was the most powerful way to bare all.

It was through these concerts that Mingi had gotten to know you, and soon enough you had become his idol, for the lack of a better word, and muse.

One time he had snuck out of the dorms late at night having heard that a new artist he had heard and liked the sound of was going to be opening for another artist.

By sheer luck he managed to swipe the last ticket available, hours before the concert, and was off, having only alerted Yunho that he was "going out".

The event was held at a club, which technically was forbidden for him, but he was feeling rebellious and wanted to immerse himself in the underground atmosphere for once.

He had to squeeze past many bodies to take his place by a pillar off to the left. There were no seats, as he had expected so he perched himself against the structure, waiting.

The opening act was pretty good, as he had hoped, with the teenage boy on stage having a confident flow. There was that yearning in his eyes, hope for something bigger, like this venue was not enough, but maybe with some time and practice that dream could be achieved.

Mingi was about to leave, turning to try and snake through the crowd that was practically pressing him into the pillar, but their screaming that turned into a hypnotic chant, cult-like made him freeze and turn back.

And there you were. In all your glory. Sitting on a high stool that you had dragged after yourself onto the stage, a wired microphone in your hands that were folded in prayer as you bowed your head repeatedly to the audience.

A single spotlight illuminated your form, clad in pitch black industrial-style trousers, chunky sneakers and matching jacket that was zipped up half-way revealing a black tank top loosely hanging off you.

The aura that spread from the stage into the room was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it only got stronger as you began to perform.

And not just run through the lines as if you had somewhere better to be, no, you were living through the song, riding the beat, eyes ablaze.

The song you had started with, (which he later found out was something you had written in response to some hate your fanbase had gotten), called "Welcome home, to the show", started with a low hum. It reminded him of a rumbling thunder, your voice distorted by intentionally added digital noise.

Then, you broke into a quiet mutter, each phrase so perfectly constructed that it was sending wave after wave, and he was being swept in. He looked around and noticed that all present were whispering along with you, eyes not leaving the stage a single time.

He was also in shock at how few phones there were, being used to seeing thousands.

And after a few more bars, all hell broke loose, and he was ready to rip his heart out and give it to you then and there.

You were captivating, your message and vision resonating beyond the walls of this club. Connecting philosophy, ethics, even politics and popular culture, you were the truth.

You were alive and resurrected those who had broken away from routine to see you.

The concert was as though you were telling a gripping saga, in one breath. No wonder your fans were near mad towards the end, while you finished up with a 'classic' of yours.

The audience begged for an encore.

You were smiling wide, pure ecstasy on your face like you were just coming down from a high. The jacket had long been forgotten, and you were currently wiping sweat off your tattooed arms.

And just when your fans began to quieten down, you raised your mic, and in one motion summoned a beat.

Another roar erupted as you admired your followers. Mingi swore you locked eyes with him, piercing his body.

There it was. A freestyle where you managed to incorporate an impossible flow change, and personally addressed some of the fans you knew personally and spotted in the audience.

After the performance, there was a near total flip in your demeanour. Mingi observed as you settled on one of the seats at the bar, changed in a different top and now sporting a beanie

Both you and your fans were beyond respectful, sharing embraces and kind words like you were old friends. Maybe you were, he still had so much to learn. You looked at each one of them like they were your entire world, recalling and asking about personal troubles they had shared with you before.

Mingi was starstruck, he wanted to learn what you knew. Learn what drove you. Learn how to be like you, even just a fraction.

And that was how you became his definition of an artist, rapper and role model

Needless to say, after the concert he could not just ‘stay the same’.

The members noticed that Mingi was walking around the dorm, travelling and even taking breaks between schedules with earphones in and eyes glued to his screen.

He had also grown to prefer being immersed in his thoughts, more often observing chaos among the members rather than participating in it.

The collection of changes began to alarm the others, as they had no clue what the source of this Mingi switch up was.

All except Yunho, that was. The lad quickly put two and two together, since he was in the know about Mingi's escape to attend a concert, and was homie goals to not spill this information to the others as there had not been any press or spottings.

So during a day when the group was miraculously free, Yunho approached Mingi to go for a drive together, and the latter not suspecting the interrogation incoming, agreed.

While they were navigating around the city, eventually settling for their final destination to be a quick visit to Bucheon, Yunho, passively, in an even tone, inquired:

"So what happened that night?"

Fully not expecting Mingi to BURST. The boy was literally bouncing in his seat recounting the experience, to the point where Yunho had to use "the mom hand" to try calming his best friend.

After agreeing to not act like a car crash risk, Mingi delved into explaining why exactly he had been acting the way he was, happily answering any and all questions that came his way.

Really, he was waiting to fanboy all this time.

He took out his phone and attempted to show Yunho some screenshots and notes, once again forgetting that road safety was a thing that existed.

"Man you really want to Tokyo Drift off this bridge huh?"

So he spent the rest of the drive reading out extensive analysis he had conducted, picking apart your rap and diving into what everything could potentially mean, how the rhyme and structure worked and how he could potentially take some patterns to experiment with.

Yunho was in awe - he could not get enough of professional Mingi, so he was more than happy to hear that he found such a good role model.

It was that sparkle in his friends eyes, the grin that would not leave his face as he talked about a rare video he found on YouTube of you freestyling during a radio show, his pride as he exclaimed that he had found some of your earliest recordings in the depths of SoundCloud, diving into babbling away about how your sound, though had always been unique, had indeed evolved over time.

To Mingi, you were a daring character, not caring for the blueprints or trends, and inspired him to work harder than ever before, hone his skills further so that he could enjoy the music as much as you did. He wanted to live every line.

He already had the ability to feel the music coursing through his body, and move impeccably to every beat, but there was something indescribable about how you created your creations, something unreachable, that drew Mingi in.

He desperately wanted to crack the code - maybe in a way of natural competition, as he was also in the music industry, hell, also a rapper, but when he tried that theory on it did not sit well. Mingi did not see himself ever having even an echo of a thought to surpass you or wrong you – to him, you were in your own unique realm.

The young man had nothing but respect for you and wanted to simply translate that into a deeper understanding of your skills. He knew far too well just how hard it was to make performances like yours appear effortless.

As he listened and listened to studio recordings and compared them to the live versions he had replaying in his head, he noticed how you had even changed up the emotional landscape for the specific audience. There was no limit to how much variability there was.

Seeing how he had won over Yunho and even got him into being one of your listeners, albeit more casual, Mingi became even more bold about his passion for your music and his professional growth.

So, day in, day out he had begun to learn some of your rap, slowing it down, trying to repeat it after you. He had attempted to record himself on his phone to review progress, and then, for the final challenge… he needed Hongjoong’s help.

Upon hearing that the younger member wanted to go to the recording studio Hongjoong quite literally shot up from his sprawled position on the floor, dropping his paint brushes (much to Seonghwa’s rising discontent) and rushing to get ready.

He knew that when inspiration struck, it was a race against time to try recording anything.

Once they were in the studio and Hongjoong checked that all equipment worked, Mingi decided to sit him down and elaborate on what he wanted to do and why.

What he did not expect, however, was for Hongjoong to have a smug expression on his face, leaning back as if he… knew something. And knew it so well that it seemed he could maybe even fact check the information he was being given.

Soon enough, Mingi stopped his monologue to stare his captain down, eyebrow raised.

“Do you want me to text them?”

Mingi.exe stopped working.

What did Hongjoong mean by that? That he could text you? Did he mean to message you on social media? Or to try reaching out to you indirectly through management perhaps? That all seemed more realistic-

“No, for real, I have her number, lucky for you we are what one could consider friends.”

Mingi felt as though he was on some hidden camera prank show, quite literally turning his head to check if that was the case. When the first wave of shock did pass, he managed to mumble:

“But… how? How did you meet?”

“At a speaker and networking event, of all places. It was one dedicated to fusion of different disciplines that fall under the umbrella of creative arts, a few months back.”

“Oh, I think I remember! And wait wasn’t it the event where you presented about combining fashion and music and stuff like that, right?”

“Yes, exactly. So, really, it wasn’t a talk that I exclusively gave. There were a couple of others on the stage with me, and it was like a panel discussion. And guess who was one of the guests there? Your new celebrity crush! We had talked previously on occasion, but after that panel it was a 180 flip.”

“And that is when you got her… number?”

“Yeah. She gave it to me.”

Mingi did not want to admit but he was experiencing an odd pang of jealousy, at how serendipity had led you to Hongjoong and not him. How the older member could consider himself a friend of yours, but Mingi was just a fan. But he could not stay in this state for long – after all, this second level connection was an opportunity. He was sure to be able to reach you now.

A silence fell over the two members.

Hongjoong finally broke the silence with a chuckle, returning to what Mingi had been meaning to do:

“So, you want to record a cover, right? Or what was it again?”

“Yep… there is that one track. From her second album. ‘Dum Spiro Spero’. It blew me away. The title means 'While I breathe, I hope', and it tells a story of a child dreaming of making it on the big stage and working hard, and then finishes with them achieving it. When I first heard it... it just spoke to me."

Hongjoong shifted in his seat and moved to search up the track on the studio computer. Once on, he began to nod his head to the entrancing beat.

“This one is one of the less known ones, isn’t it? How did you come across it?”

“Setl-” Mingi slapped his hand over his mouth, realising that he may or may not have just exposed himself and set himself up for the scolding of a lifetime.

“Setl… setlist? SETLIST? Song Mingi… Are you meaning to tell me that you attended a public concert… without telling anyone?”

Mingi contemplated whether he wanted to drag Yunho into this, but chose not to as he merely lowered his head and gave Hongjoong a sheepish smile.

“Mmm… perhaps?”

“Boy, I don’t even need to ask you to come to my room, everything’s prepped already. You are about to get that breath knocked out of you Mingi.” Hongjoong’s expression darkened as he stood up to approach the younger man. But then the latter had the audacity to stand up too.

Ah, the benefits of having a height advantage. “You were saying?”

“Listen here you big little shit-”

After indeed having to listen through an extensive collection of colourful words and a stern warning to never do such risky things (at least without Hongjoong knowing) ever again, they moved to recording the cover.

Since they did not have the instrumental for your track, Hongjoong had laid a beat that was similar and, in front of Mingi’s very eyes sent you a message asking if it was okay to even attempt to do what they were about to do.

Midway through recording, the phone buzzed with a simple offer. To come to your studio so that the three of you could make something even better.

If it was possible for a human being to literally light up a room, Mingi was sure to be the brightest star. Glowing, he stepped out of the booth, mouth wide open, morphing into the most adorable grin.

"Is... that... is that really them?"

"Yep, and you should be getting added to a group chat right... now."

His phone dinged, and he could not believe his eyes. It was a number, your number, on his screen, a notification saying that he was added to 'triple threat trio' and a quick text of you informing that this, indeed was yourself and no one else.

Hongjoong was genuinely afraid that Mingi was going to hit the ceiling because he jumped that high.

A giggly mess, the young rapper and your fan fell back onto the sofa behind where Hongjoong was seated, and typed out a response introducing himself and adding that he really liked your work.

"HYUNG SHE SAYS SHE LIKES OUR WORK TOO AHH"

"You know I sent her some of the tracks from our album before they were even officially released, right?"

"You did what now?"

"Yeah, but don't worry it was just snippets and I had it cleared with the producer. He knows her too so it was easy enough."

"WHY WAS I IN THE DARK ABOUT THIS!!!?"

"BECAUSE YOU NEVER ASKED?"

"I am going to stop calling you hyung I have not an ounce of respect left-"

"Now that's too far boy one more word and I am asking Y/N to write a diss track about you."

"And I would thank you, HONGJOONG" he exclaimed, still beaming, making a run for it out of the studio and into the corridor, the captain hot on his heels.

The only thing on his mind was that he was going to be recording with you. He would be able to hear you, basically one on one, doing what you did best. And on top of that, you would be creating art together.

#mingi x reader #song mingi #mingi #ateez mingi #mingi x y/n #ateez x reader #hongjoong #ateez #kim hongjoong #jeong yunho #producer hongjoong #rapper mingi #music #rapper #rap #underground scene #kpop imagine #ateez imagine #mingi aesthetic #mingi moodboard #ateez moodboard #fluff #angst #slow burn #your fan _ series #hwaightme #hm/writing

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

May I request something for Julie,Poppy and Sally(separate) with a dragon reader who hid that they were a dragon because they grew up reading the stories about dragons and are worried about being feared or attacked?

Recently I've been trying to write longer and more detailed posts, this being one of those attempts. Hope you enjoy the headcannons! (⁠^⁠-^⁠)

Julie, Poppy and Sally x dragon Reader

Julie

★ Julie met you while visiting her family, she got lost and stumbled upon you. You don't like to live near people so the forest is where you call home. Being under the same umbrella as you (rainbow monster) you warmed up to her quickly.

★ Not realizing you where hiding from people, she immediately introduced you her family. Bringing the joyful family into the dense forest you call home. It went surprisingly well, and now you're a friend to the little family.

★ Imagine all the new games she can play with someone who has wings! During a game of hide and seek you could hide on top of a the post office and win every time. In capture the flag you could hide the flag where nobody can reach! The possibilities are endless...

★ She doesn't understand why you hide yourself. After all, she's a Rainbow Monster and never has she needed to hide her identity. Everyone in home is so friendly, she can't imagine a place where people are mean.

★ You meet the rest of the town through her. It's a classic case of a extrovert adopting a introvert. She goes around Home knocking on people's doors and introducing you to them.

★ If that's too much for you, she does the same thing but over the phone so you don't need to leave your house. Introducing you to Frank first because he is her best friend and she's definitely told him about you beforehand.

Poppy

★ This mother hen is deeply concerned, if you live in the deep forest where do you get your food? What if you get lost in the forest?? Do you even have running water there??? These are the things that come to mind when she learns about you.

★ Do you like pastries? If you do she puts together a basket full of various cookies, puff pastries and cream puffs then gives it to Eddie for delivery. It took Eddie an hour to find your house because he kept getting lost.

★ Like you Poppy has wings. Except hers are used for baking, not flying. Technically she could fly if she really wanted to but she's too scared to try. By proxy, she's scared that you will hurt yourself while flying.

★ She covers her eyes when you take off from a high place because she can't bring herself to watch you jump into the air. What if you fall?!?

★ To quell your fear of being in public places she knits you a cape-like poncho that covers most of your body. Poppy can assure you that nobody in home would ever hurt you, but if this makes you more comfortable then so be it.

Sally

★ Being the towns theater kid, she's well-versed in story's about dragons. Congratulations, you got this star to be enamored with you. Never in her life has she seen a dragon! She asks you so. Many. Questions.

★ Sally likes to cast you in her plays as the hero character, despite the situational irony. Only casting you as the "bad guy" when you audition for the role. She refuses to promote any mean/harmful stereotypes in her plays!

★ When you tell her that the way dragons are portraid in old plays is inaccurate and problematic, she feels really really bad. She gives you some written copies of her performances (specifically the ones with dragons in them) for some constructive criticism.

★ Stories focusing on dragons are now among her favorite genres. Darker stories about dragons being hunted and driven out of towns are a bit too dark for her. More lighthearted stories about dragons collecting gold, jewels and knowledge are what she finds riveting.

★ The change in perspective inspires her to write manuscripts for stories about dragons. With your help, of course. What if she re-wrote old stories but instead of being "evil" the dragon is the hero?

#welcome home #welcome home headcanons #welcome home x reader #welcome home hc #welcome home fanfic #Julie joyful #julie joyful fanfiction #julie joyful headcanons #julie joyful x reader #sally starlet #sally starlet x reader #sally starlet headcannon #poppy partridge #poppy partridge x reader #poppy partridge headcannon #poppy partrage fanfiction

[pawnshopbleus]

Put Me in a Movie - Chapter Six

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary - You’re a famous actress and he’s one of the greatest directors of all time. What happens when you get cast in his new movie?

Chapter Five

The next day on set was kind of like the first. This time, there wasn’t a disrespectful nepotism baby running around and terrorizing the poor people that were working on the film. It felt like a new beginning. Not just for you, but for everyone.

With Tasia and all that drama in the past, you finally felt free to explore your acting abilities. This role was not only a very physically demanding role, but it was also emotionally demanding.

To be completely honest, you haven’t had a lot of experience in the dating field. Compared to other women your age you were basically new to it. You’ve had your first kiss and your first time, but you’ve never really experienced what love felt like. Being able to play a role that loves and is loved was something so beautiful about playing Polina/Linda.

Today was the first day that you were going to start filming with Jessica Drew. Yes, Miguel’s ex-wife. It was incredibly ironic that he just so happened to still have his ex-wife’s phone number on speed dial after they divorced. That wasn’t any of your business though.

Reshooting meant that you had to review the lines for scenes that you filmed weeks ago. It was a bit time-consuming but you managed to cram them in while you were getting your hair and makeup done.

You’ve seen pictures of Jessica online. She is a beautiful black woman with a huge afro. There have been articles about how mathematically beautiful Jessica is. Also, from what you’ve heard, she’s incredibly nice and sweet to everyone she works with. You know all of this stuff because you’ve researched her a bit before you came to set. You wanted to make sure the two of you got along so that you wouldn’t have to deal with another Tasia.

When you got to the sound stage where you would be filming for the rest of the day, you saw her. She was even more beautiful in person. It was as if a goddess graced the very Earth you were on. The way she smiled when someone said something stupid or the way she would laugh when someone said something funny made you want to be her. There was no way that she was real.

She was talking to Miguel. The two of them seemed to be in a very deep conversation. She was maybe an inch shorter than he was so she had to look up at him slightly. Jessica was nodding along with what Miguel was saying. Then, he must have said something hilarious because Jessica threw her head back in laughter and patted Miguel’s shoulder.

As soon as Jessica’s hand grazed Miguel’s shoulder you felt like you were going to throw up. What was wrong with you? The sound stage was at the perfect temperature, you weren’t feeling nauseous before, and you ate a pretty decent breakfast. So what in the world could have possibly made you react that way?

Envy.

That’s what you felt when you saw Jessica touch Miguel. You don’t know what came over you. You didn’t act like this when Tasia or any other woman talked to Miguel so why did it matter now? Was it their past that haunted you? What if they wanted to get back together?

Why should you care? You are basically an employee and Miguel is your boss. He is above you so his business does not involve you.

You pushed the burning green monster inside of you away and put on your game face. There was a lot you needed to get done today and you wouldn’t let this thing get in the way of your job.

Jessica was a great actress. She delivered her lines perfectly and was open to constructive criticism. The way that she can switch through emotions at the snap of a finger really impressed you. Her approach to the character was something new and fresh. Overall, you couldn’t hate her. She was just too good.

During lunch, you and Peter were sitting at a table in the corner. Peter liked talking to you one-on-one considering that he didn’t want anyone else to hear the stories about his wife and daughter. Right now, he was telling you the story of when May took her first steps. Peter and Mary Jane were dozing off on the couch after a long night of watching May when she suddenly got up from the floor of their living room and began walking around. Peter described it as the second-best day of his life, the first being the day he married MJ.

Jessica basically waltzed her way over to where you and Peter were sitting. She flashed her set of perfect teeth and asked if she could sit with the two of you. You just sat there with a stupid look on your face as this literal goddess asked if she could sit with you. Peter, being the gentleman he is, said yes and she pulled up a chair and sat down.

“You are such a great actress by the way,” Jessica said as she opened up her can of Coke.

You blinked a few times in order to register the fact that she was talking to you, “Me? Oh, thank you. You too by the way. I mean you are amazing. The way that you tapped into your character after getting this job on such short notice is insane.”

Your nerves were gone once you found out that Jessica was just a regular human being. You, Peter, and Jessica spent almost the entirety of your lunch break talking about random things. You found out a lot of information about Jessica that you didn’t know before. Her parents wanted her to be an astronaut, she had five cats growing up, she likes mint chocolate chip ice cream, and she hates the color orange. She had a way of capturing you with her words. Each syllable that fell from her lips felt magnetic.

“Anyways, what are the two of you doing tonight?” Jessica asked.

“Nothing super important. I think I might just go home and memorize more of my lines,” you answered truthfully. Even though you were one of the hottest actresses in Hollywood right now, it felt like people were afraid to invite you places.

“Well, May is at MJ’s parent's house tonight so I was hoping MJ and I could go on a date. God knows we need one,” Peter sighed.

Jessica’s eyes lit up at the sight of a distressed Peter. Here she comes to save the day, “There’s this event at a club tonight if you want to come. It’s super exclusive but I can get the two of you on the list, plus MJ. Couldn’t forget about her.”  

A night out did sound fun and it was better than your plan to study your boring old lines. You accepted the offer and so did Peter, but he would have to talk to Mary Jane first. Speaking of, Mary Jane called Peter on his phone and he stepped away for a bit in order to talk to his wife in private. That left you and Jessica as the sole survivors at the table.

With all of your nerves gone, you felt bold enough to ask the burning question you had, “If you don’t mind me asking, are things with you and Miguel awkward? Is it not hard to see him after the divorce?”

Jessica just smiled at you and shook her head, “No, things are okay with Miguel and me. The divorce was a sort of mutual thing. He was kind of relieved when he found out I had an affair. I guess feelings just sort of fizzled out. We're still great friends though.”

You felt relieved at the news of this. It also made you feel a bit guilty. Jessica was an incredible human being and you sort of felt like you were taking advantage of her.

Lunch ended and then the two of you went to your respective trailers to get ready for the next bunch of scenes that needed to be filmed.

You gave the rest of the day your best performance. Screaming, crying, and yelling. Whatever the scene called for, you did it. Your throat would definitely be sore by tomorrow.

Now, you’re driving down the road with your windows down as you watch the sunset. Today was a good day and you can’t wait to see what the night has in store.

Chapter Seven

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x female reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #spider-man: across the spider-verse

[httpknjoon]

lie detector test | ksj

plot | During promotions of his new movie, Jin was set in a lie detector test. Surprise, surprise! He was asked about you.

words | 2.1k+

genres | humor/crack, fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

disclaimer | usernames used in the fic are all fictional.

note | for my first post this month, here is another drabble for my favorite rumored couple *wink*. This one was set for 2021.

main masterlist | drabble series

Jin Takes a Lie Detector Test | Vanity Fair

13,826,003 views January 14, 2021 Jin takes Vanity Fair’s infamous lie detector test. Has he ever lied during a casting audition? Does he really have a bias between dogs and cats? Is he a secretly good singer? Was he the one who gifted Y/N Francheskat?

Still Alive is out on Netflix on January 15, 2021.

“Okay, this will go around your chest. This one’s around your waist. Then, the last one is here in your arm.”

Jin sat stiff as the polygraph examiner put on the device on his body. He waited for the man, who recalled the name as Barry, to sit back in front of the polygraph. Jin tapped his fingertips on the wooden table while he looked at the interviewer. He strangely feels nervous about how serious around him feel. Even though this is just a Vanity Fair video as part of his promotions for his new Netflix film.

The interviewer began, “Is your full name Kim Seokjin?”

“Yes.” he nods with a wink straight to the camera, an unconscious habit of his every time he introduces himself.

“Were you born on December 4, 1992?” she asked once again.

“Yes.”

For a split second, Jin honestly thought of lying. Just to test if the machine really works. But decided to just do it later. Plus, his nerves are still kind of tense.

“Are you about to take a lie detector test?”

“I am.” Jin smiled.

The interviewer continued, “Are you nervous?”

“No…” his voice trailed off as he turned his head to Bob, who was sitting on the side.

Bob looked up with a serious expression, “He’s lying.”

Jin laughed, “Okay! Maybe I am. This is weirdly nerve-wracking.”

The video cuts to a plain white background with capitalized letters: JIN TELLS THE TRUTH. The video proceeded with Jin sitting more relaxed on the chair.

“The first category is… your life.”

A brown folder slid on the table. Jin, feeling more comfortable, wanted to laugh at how serious everything is. He watched this kind of video before and he didn’t expect it to be a bit intimidating. Especially Barry, who was friendly before they shoot.

“Is it true that you used Jin as your mononym to avoid connections with your family?” 

“Yes.” Jin nods. He didn’t even bother to hesitate.

He came from a family that already had a place in the entertainment industry. Both in the production and performing departments. His parents were both actors who earned their fame sometime in the mid-80s while his uncle from his father’s side is a renowned filmmaker and producer who received critical acclaim for every work he does. Another aunt from his father is a successful broadway theatre actress. And when his parents divorced and his mom remarried when he was five, he have a stepfather who is also an actor. 

“You are an alumnus of Juilliard.“

Jin nodded quietly, urging her to continue with her question.

“You said in an interview before that you took a degree for acting because you want to be confident with yourself when auditioning for roles in the future. Do you think you will be as self-assured as you are now if you went straight to Hollywood?”

“Nope.” he shook his head. “I learned so much from Juilliard and if I went straight to acting instead of studying, I don’t think that I’ll be able to pass auditions.”

“Speaking of auditions, is it true that you changed your surname in your early casting calls?”

“Yes, I did.” Jin giggled.

“Why?”

“I want to pass it because of my skills. I want them to be honest with me if my acting was good or bad.” Jin replied. “I just don’t want to be labeled as something because I am naturally related to someone. I wanted to prove to myself and others that I am also working toward my goals. It’s not like I have my mouth open to be spoonfed with offers.”

The interviewer nodded respectfully with his answer. Jin tried to say that as calmly and kindly as possible. He is aware that sometimes he gets called a nepotism baby because of his family history in Hollywood and he is grateful if he gets projects because of it. But he always avoided getting things the easy way. He wants to go through the same process as his other colleagues. 

The interviewer continued, “Your mom once said in an interview with Conan O’Brien that you were interested in pursuing music when you were younger. Is that true?”

“Yes. I used to play instruments before.” he shared. He knows how to play guitar, ukulele, piano, and a little bit of violin. He learned the last one just because his dad asked him to learn it when he was a kid.

The interviewer was quick to ask a follow-up question, “She also said that you sing a lot. Some said that you have a really good singing voice. Do you agree with that?”

Jin shifted on his seat as he squints his eyes, thinking about his reply, “I… don’t know.”

“Seems unsure,” Barry mumbled on the side.

The interviewer eyes Jin, waiting for him to explain which he did, “I don’t really know. Sometimes I feel good, so I sing at home. Most times I don’t so I just don’t sing.”

“Is that why we never heard you sing?”

“No.” Jin laughed. “I just don’t want to sing in public. But I do sing… for a few people.”

“For a few people?” the interviewer repeated.

Jin nods with a smile, “Yup.”

Another folder was placed on the table.

“Let’s talk about relationships.”

Jin was never public with his past relationships. He is always a private person except when his drunk and he accidentally posts shit on his social media accounts. But other than that, he is very private. So, he wondered what relationship thing could be asked about him.

“Is it true that you prefer dogs over cats?”

He almost laughed with that question. So this is the relationship they are talking about…

“Yes. Dogs are more friendly!” he exclaimed. “Like they jump around and wiggle their tails when they see their humans. It’s so cute! While cats… they are so… aggressive.”

“So you don’t like cats?”

“Yeah. I mean, I respect cats. But I don’t think I’ll ever be friends with one.” Jin clarified.

The interviewer continues, “Is that so?”

She placed a picture on the table. Jin laughed hard. It was a picture of him and Francheskat, your grey Persian cat. He was carrying your cat on his shoulder, who was looking peacefully asleep like a baby. It was taken by a fan during the production of Lonely People in New York, where you begged your director to let Francheskat have a cameo in one of the scenes.

“Do you have any explanation for this photo?” the interviewer is obviously teasing him.

“The first question was a trap!” Jin giggled for a few seconds. When he calmed down, he continued, “Okay, Francheskat is a little fluff of sweetness. She is an exception.”

“Because?”

“Because it’s Francheskat.” Jin simply answered.

The interviewer did not bother to ask him for more elaboration on his answer. She read her cards again, “According to Y/N, Francheskat is a cat from an animal shelter in London. She said it was given to her as a gift by a friend back in 2017…”

Based on the buildup of the question, Jin already knows where this one leads. He had already read and heard tweets and articles about the upcoming question  He tried to hide a smirk forming on his face.

“Are you the friend she was talking about?” the interviewer asked.

Without any missed second, Jin replied with a single shake of his head, “No, I’m not,” 

As if the interviewer was expecting a response from Barry, she looked at the polygraph examiner. Jin did the same thing, carefully moving his eyes to the side. There was a five-second silence before Barry looked up again.

“He is telling the truth.”

Jin rolled his eyes and looked at the interviewer with a sassy ‘I told you so’ look and nod. The interviewer cleared her throat. 

“For our last question–” 

“Do you promise?” Jin cuts her off.

Confused, the interviewer said, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Do you promise it’s the final one?”

“Yes, of course,” she replied, still confused about why the actor asked that. “Proceeding. Was there any point that you lied in this interview and we did not catch you?”

“No.” he winked, causing more puzzlement. Even Barry was confused.

“Oh, what’s with the wink?” the interviewer asked as soon as she saw that.

“Not answering that one. You said the last question is your last one.” Jin mocked.

“Touché.”

The interviewer said. The clip ended with Jin smiling in a teasing way.

The new content was another reason for Jin to be talked about on Twitter. Fans of both Jin’s and yours– and even Francheskat’s– posted their thoughts after the video was uploaded. Your cat’s name trended as it was one of the most talked about and even replayed part of the said clip. 

@/ACTORJINNN: jin baby blink twice if you’re scared of barry

@/bluemoon04: I still stand by the facts that support my theory. KIM SEOKJIN WAS THE ONE WHO GAVE FRANCHESKAT TO Y/N

replying to @/bluemoon04

– @/favecatmomy/n: the audience wants to know more about ur theory

—- @/bluemoon04: will be posting a thread soon bestie 🥰

@/francheskat_update: Francheskat was mentioned in Vanity Fair’s Jin Takes a Lie Detector Test video on YouTube. [insert YouTube link and screenshots]

@/y/nbestactress: jin talking about cats: 👹👺🤬💣🧨🔪 VS jin talking about francheskat: 🌸🌞🌈🥰💗🎀

@/elynextdoor: Just watched Jin’s lie detector test. Loved how he tricked the interviewer with his wink at the end 🤣🤣

@/seokjindrama: Not Jin denying that he can sing 🤡 as if we never heard him sing before

replying to @/seokjindrama

– @/alpacajin: omg where did u see him sing

—- @/jinnnstwt: donny posted on his ig stories years ago a snippet of jin’s singing when they were hanging out

A few days after the video was posted on YouTube, Jin is having a whole day of press junkets with his co-stars. It was absolutely exhausting as almost every interviewer asks the same question. Some are even overboard and personal. The cup of coffee in his right hand is the only one that keeps him going throughout this hectic day. He had a five-minute break before another interviewer comes in when his phone was handed to him by Daisy, his new assistant.

“Someone’s calling you,” she whispered.

Jin, who’s physically and mentally tired to talk with anyone, asked with a sigh, “Who is it?”

Daisy looks skeptical at reading the name at first, slightly scratching her head. She looked back and forth from him to his phone screen a couple of times. Finally, she read it, still unsure,

“Some weird… cat… person… Some weird cat person,” she repeated.

Jin tried to hide a smile forming on his face as he took a sip of his coffee. He thanked his assistant and answered the phone call. Luckily, everyone around him is too busy taking their own quick breaks to notice him taking a call.

“Hello?” 

“I just watched that lie detector test video!” Your excited and happy voice was heard on the other line after Jin’s hello. “How was it? Was it scripted? Did the machine really work? Tell me about it!”

He smiled with your childish enthusiasm. You always expressed that you want to try such an interview ever since Vanity Fair began doing that. You never experienced being in a polygraph test before and you are really curious about it. Jin was ready to tell stories when he heard someone in the crew saying they have a few seconds left before an interviewer goes in again. He emptied his cup before speaking to you,

“I’m in the middle of a junket. How about I’ll call you later, bub?”

He heard you gasp, “Oh my god! I’m so sorry. I forgot about that. I just woke up before watching your video. I’m sorry!”

Given that you are in your LA home and currently on a month-long break, Jin understands that you forgot about the time difference between your two. He’s in New York. 

“It’s fine. I’ll call you later,” he assured you. Daisy was already waiting for him to hand his phone back.

“Okay, okay. By the way, Francheskat told me she misses you.”

He smiled before replying, “Yeah, tell her I miss her too.”

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[dorothea-dorie]

𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (Regulus Black x Reader)

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1: 𝙀𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

“Again!” The stern voice of her father insisted as Y/n breathed heavily, beads of sweat on her forehead as Abraxas Malfoy, Y/n’s father, observed her ballet performance. Y/n was chosen to be the leading role of the ballet, Giselle and Abraxas wanted his daughter to be perfect, as always.

“Father, Y/n is tired, Let her rest” Lucius spoke out looking at Y/n slightly worried. Abraxas turns his head to look at his son gripping the smooth velvet material of his armchair, Abraxas gives Lucius a cold glare “Do you want your sister to embarrass herself in front of the whole Wizarding World?!” Y/n and Lucius flinch slightly at the bombarding tone of their father, Y/n looks at Lucius giving him a small smile before shaking her head. 

“I’ll perform better, Father until I achieve perfection” She gently states looking at her father “As always, It’s my only plan” She continued, nodding her head. Abraxas scoffs but is satisfied by her answer before gesturing for her to perform her routine again. Y/n looks at the vast ballet room her father made just for her in their Manor before breathing out a sigh as she prepares to perform the ballet again. 

The room is adorned with mirrors that line the walls, reflecting her every movement, allowing her to perfect her technique and form. Soft, natural light filters through the windows, creating an ambiance of tranquility that calms her slightly despite being under the strict observance of her father and the encouraging gaze of Lucius. 

Abraxas nods at her before he takes out his wand and casts a simple spell for the recorder to start playing, Variation de Giselle. As the music starts to play, her movements become more fluid and graceful, like a painter's brush strokes on a canvas. She glides across the floor, executing pirouettes and arabesques with breathtaking precision. Each step is a testament to her years of training and the unwavering commitment to her craft.

Her reflection in the mirrors becomes her harshest critic and her most trusted ally. With every turn and grand battement, she analyzes her form, seeking perfection in every line and curve of her body. Each correction she makes brings her closer to achieving the ideal expression of her artistry.

“Again!” Abraxas states, glaring at his daughter’s mistake, Y/n nods before doing it again and again and again. Lucius stares at her as she glides through the room performing the choreography, worried for her knowing very well that she is tired. As she practices, she becomes acutely aware of the subtle nuances of her body. She learns to listen to its whispers, detecting the tiniest adjustments needed to perfect her technique. Her breath becomes a metronome, guiding her through each movement and fostering a sense of rhythm and flow.

Hours pass unnoticed as she loses herself in the dance. Sweat glistens on her brow, and her muscles ache with exertion, she wants to pass out. She feels too tired to continue but she remains determined, driven by her passion for the art form and the passion to impress her father and to not make a single mistake, to achieve perfection. When she finally concludes her practice, she takes a moment to stand at the center of the room, her heart still pounding with the exhilaration of the dance. With a sense of accomplishment, she bows to her reflection in the mirrors, acknowledging the growth and progress she has made.

Lucius and Abraxas clap as she finishes her performance, A look of satisfaction can be seen on Abraxas’s face as he smiles at his daughter, Abraxas gestures for her to approach him. Y/n walks over to her father, smiling softly despite feeling tired as Lucius places a hand on her shoulder smiling at her, quite impressed.

“Was it perfect, Father?” She gently asked, patiently waiting for his critique. Abraxas nods his head with a proud smile on his face “As always, my dear” Y/n breathes out a soft sigh of relief, Abraxas stands up from his seat on the armchair “I have work to do at the Ministry” Y/n and Lucius nods as their father leaves the room closing the door behind him.

“Some of my friends are here, I hope you don’t mind, Y/n” Lucius looks at her as he says this, She nods, not minding it one bit “Of course, They’re your friends after all” She gently states, The door opens slightly and some of Lucius’s friends enter. Y/n glances at them through the mirror before focusing on her reflection in the mirror, Her and Lucius’s back turned to them. She removes the hairpins that held her hair in a bun feeling her soft h/c hair falling from the bun.

Lucius’s friends were quite known in the Wizarding World due to their families such as the Rosiers, Blacks and others. Some of them were pompous brats but Y/n favored Barty Crouch Jr. and Evan Rosier despite their stubborn selves, She enjoyed their chaotic energy.

As tiredness gradually overtakes her, Y/n begins to experience a surreal disconnect from her surroundings. The weight of exhaustion weighs heavily upon her, and her body feels like an anchor, dragging her down into a state of lethargy. Her movements become slower and less coordinated, as if she's navigating through a thick fog.

Lucius approaches his friends unaware of his sister’s predicament, Her eyelids grow heavy, and the effort to keep them open becomes increasingly challenging. Her vision blurs, and the world around her seems to lose its sharpness and clarity. Y/n blinks slowly, trying to fight off the overwhelming urge to close her eyes, but each blink lasts longer than the last. With each passing moment, her grip on consciousness loosens. Her thoughts slow down, and it becomes harder to focus on anything in particular. Her mind drifts, and she finds herself lost in a hazy reverie, drifting between dream and reality.

Y/n’s heart rate slows, and her breathing becomes shallow and irregular. The world around her fades further into obscurity, and she starts to feel detached from her own body. It's as if she's an observer, watching herself from a distance, the world growing increasingly distant and blurry.

Evan Rosier, a friend of Lucius, notices Y/n’s distress and states “Hey, Malfoy, Is your sister alright?” All of Lucius’s friends shift their gaze at Y/n who’s back was turned to them as she walks toward the drawers on the right side of the room, her steps were heavy and she seemed tired. She felt piercing eyes look at her, she glances at them and locks eyes with Regulus Black, a member of the noble house of Black. Narcissa, Lucius’s fiancee has told her about him, Narcissa described him as a highly intelligent and ambitious young wizard and how despite his young age is deeply committed to the dark beliefs of his family, embracing the ideology of blood purity and devotion to Lord Voldemort. 

Lucius walks over to her worriedly “Y/n, Are you alright?” He asks her, concerned. As her energy wanes, she feels her body sway and tremble. The ground beneath her seems unsteady, and her legs become unresponsive. She clings to whatever support she can find, gripping the barre, trying to maintain her balance, but it's a futile effort. Her body finally gives in to the overwhelming fatigue, and she begins to sink, gently collapsing.

“Y/n!” Lucius rushes over to her just in time to catch her, Lucius brushes her hair off her face and looks worried at her pale complexion. “Luce, I don’t feel good” She chuckles softly before wincing because of the headache, Lucius frowns before he turns to Regulus who looks slightly worried “Call for a healer, Black!” Regulus nods, about to walk out the room to find a healer.

"Don't" Y/n states, groaning in pain before sitting up, grasping her head with her right hand. Lucius shakes his head and sternly says "I highly advise that you go see a healer, Y/n" Y/n scoffs and glares at him.

"There is no need for a healer, It's just a small headache" Y/n grips the barre and slowly pulls herself up, Lucius holds her back and says, deeply concerned "It's best if you rest for now" Lucius looks at his friends and says "Leave." His voice is cold and unfeeling before he guides his sister to her bedroom.

Regulus Black looks at Y/n Malfoy, his eyes holding no emotion but there was a glint of slight concern as Y/n glanced at him before exiting the room with Lucius. Regulus exits the room along with Barty and Evan. Some of Lucius's friends exit the Manor whispering about how pretty the youngest Malfoy is and how she'd look good as a wife. 

"Those idiots have no respect" Barty scoffs, glaring at some of Lucius's friends especially Rabastan Lestrange who was talking about how he would've 'tortured' the young girl in his bedroom. Evan cringes and gives Rabastan's back a look of disgust "That's just absolutely revolting. Y/n is feeling unwell yet Lestrange is here commenting about ridiculous stuff" 

"If he tries to touch her, I'll hex him to oblivion" Barty whispered to Evan, harshly also glaring at Rabastan. Evan quickly nods "I'll join you" The two nod before chuckling

"Regulus, you in?"

"Sure" Regulus answered, shrugging his shoulders, a smirk present on his face "It'd be nice to hex Lestrange into oblivion after all, Give him a taste of his own medicine" Evan and Barty laugh in amusement. Barty nods "Absolutely correct, Reggie".

Regulus rolls his eyes before keeping silent throughout the continuation of Evan and Barry's banter but deep inside. He was furious at Rabastan Lestrange and the other men who left the Manor, it's just disgusting how these men treat women like objects.

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[thenerdnextdoorxo]

can i request an AOU avengers cast x teen!reader. so the reader is starring in the movie as wanda’s like badass kid sidekick sister or whatever role you come up with and she’s the complete opposite of your average kid bc she’s so quiet reserved and uptight like even with rdj jokes she’s just straight faced bc her parents are rarely around bc they’re very successful in Hollywood but when they do get the chance to be around her they always criticize everything she does and generally dog her(mainly her mom) so the cast just wants her to have a different experience from that and have fun while shooting a film

This is an old request, sorry for taking so long T-T also this gif is adorable

You worked with marvel ever since you were ten, they were basically family to you. You were the youngest there, so naturally you were cared for by everyone. When you don't have anywhere to stay, one of them would offer you to stay at their place. If you want to go somewhere but don't want to go alone, just call one of them and they would immediately go with you. The fact that your parents are not always around makes them even more protective of you.

Your parents are famous Hollywood actors, and for that, they never really where around. They were always traveling and leaving you alone most of the time. When you where younger, you were convinced that you didn't need an adult in your life at all, so whenever some adult tries to help you, you would get annoyed. Frustrated even. You feel that way with every adult except the cast of the Avengers. They never made you feel that way.

Today, you were expecting to see your parents. You were not excited at all. With the new avenger movie coming out, you knew they would criticize the shit out of your performance. They did that every time a movie you were in came out. You would think that the amount of time that they criticize you would make you numb to their comments, but you weren't. You felt each and every one of them. But you hopped that they won't do the same thing today because you thought that you did amazing in the movie. Apparently you were wrong, they started criticizing you about literally everything.

You were confused, you did the best you can, is it not enough? these thoughts has been haunting you even the next week when you had an interview about the new movie and while you were preparing for it, the cast noticed how you were more quite than usual and looked like you were deep in thought about something. Some of them, like Robert and Scarlet tried talking to you to cheer you up a bit, but it didn't work. Then they decided to tell Lizzie about it since she is the closest to you. "She isn't alright I can tell, she didn't even laugh at my jokes, everyone likes my jokes," Robert said.

Lizzie started to get concerned about you, that was not your nature, what is going through your mind? She walked up to you while deep in thoughts and sat next to you. "Hey," She said. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine," You said, not even having the energy to look at her. "Is there something wrong? You know you can tell me. It's okay," She said slightly rubbing your shoulder. You couldn't hold your tears back. How could they be so nice to you when you probably ruined their movie because of your bad performance. When you started crying, the cast gathered around you to know what is going on. When they heard your explanation, they all were heartbroken. How can your parents do that to you? You were their child!

They kept on reassuring you that you did amazing and the fans loved you so much, there is no need to listen to your parents because they are dead wrong. The cast refused to let you live with your parents because they didn't appreciate you at all so they made you live with them and brought you with them to go to trips to make out what you were missing from your parents.

Quality time.

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Guess who has a final tomorrow but decided to write a fic instead of study? meeeeee

my requests are open :)

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