#hes just so.....love his stage presence sm

[princessbrunette]

imagine rafe trying to teach you a little bit of self defense but you just get turned on by him manhandling you and he’s just tsking at you underneath him with your hands pinned above your head lowly whispering “you gotta pay attention kid, there’s bad men out there… gotta know how’t stop em from from thinking they can do whatever they want” and she’d get all blushy and squirming just looking at him all doe eyed like “You can do what ever you want 🥺🥺🩷” He loves how submissive you are !!!!

i love this idea sm but when i started writing it kinda turned into something else ??? kinda dubcon but that’s just how he plays sometimes. reader is clearly wanting it !

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rafe was in one of his moods. the odd moods he gets in where he’s suddenly motivated to fix things, handle business, be ‘proactive’ as he puts it. there was no business to handle that day, so he turned his attention to you — deciding now of all times was the time to teach you how to defend yourself.

the idea had sprung to him when he walked into the room and stared you down, coming to the harrowing realisation that you hadn’t even noticed his presence, too engrossed in the book in your grasp. he creeps closer, and you don’t even blink. he edges behind you, and notes the way he could grab you into a headlock if he wanted, or cover your mouth, hell — he could snap your neck. you’d never see it coming.

of course, he didn’t want to ever hurt you — which is why he decided to stage an impromptu lesson. that gets you to where you end up, pinned to the ground beneath him.

“ow, rafe.” you frown wiggling your wrist from his grip until he lets it free with a shake of his head. you weren’t too happy about him stealing you away from your time of relaxation with your book — but you would never give up the opportunity to have your boyfriends hands on you. you thought things would have played out a little more… fun.

“see, you — you did it again. if i put my hand here, what are you gonna do, huh? what’d i tell you?” he raises his eyebrows, prompting a response.

“uhh, bite it?” you giggle, making him sit up on his knees, jaw ticking in frustration.

“you know i’m tryna save your life here, kid. someone comes up to you and grabs you, you’re screwed, ‘cos you don’t know how to protect yourself. i’m not always gonna be around to fight people off okay?”

“why not?” you whine, pressing a socked foot against his chest from where you lay. he wraps a hand gently around your ankle and brings it down, expression displaying his frustration.

“because i am not with you 24 hours a day, alright? m’not playing around here. you gonna listen?” he nudges your thigh with his own and you huff, head moving with a noncommittal nod. “okay.” he brings his body down onto yours, pinning you down with it. he had to be doing this on purpose. “alright, flip me on my back. go.”

you can’t help yourself, you wrap your legs around his waist and bring his crotch flush against yours with a little giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. he presses his lips together, staring at you blankly from his incredibly close proximity and stays silent until your childish laughs die down. you think he’s going to remove himself, lecture you and walk off for a little while— but he continues to stare, even when you wriggle beneath him, legs split around his body — mound of your cunt pressing up against his bulge.

“you think this is some kinda joke huh?” he asks quietly, and the smile starts to melt off your face. “like — like i’m just doin’ this shit for fun.” he glares, and now your hearts pounding because you only wanted to be close to him!

“no…” you mewl, brows knitted but it’s too late. he pushes himself up on his knees again, looking down on you.

“you know i’m real nice to you. there’s bad men out there that’ll really rough you up. maybe… maybe i should give you a taste of that, huh? show you what i’m protecting you from.”

you go to argue, tell him you’ll listen — but he slides a leg under yours and in one movement flips you so you’re suddenly laying on your front, ass a little raised. he leans over you, collecting your wrists with one hand and pins them down. “nah, go ahead. try and fight me off baby. see if you can.” he speaks eerily calmly and you wriggle, realising you’re totally pinned beneath his weight with no escape. “yeah, that shits scary huh? can’t get out.” he nods and you let out a little cry.

“okay, rafe c’mon!”

“nah, you think this is a game so i’m gonna show you just how fuckin’ real this is a’ight?” he tucks his free hand into your pyjama shorts and begins to yank them down. you hate how your heart feels like it’s in your throat and yet your cunt throbs and your back arches from muscle memory. “better wise up, sweetheart— ‘cos i don’t think you’re getting out of this.” he gives your ass cheek a firm smack, watching the fat of it recoil beneath the touch and you whine.

“teach me! rafe you can teach me, please!” you pout, craning round to look at him. his lip is curled into a malicious smirk, head shaking in disapproval.

“yeah, you know you’re just too late. gonna have to learn your lesson now, alright? remember this shit.”

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt

[mayuichi]

She wants to trust you. Give her reasons trust you. Give her reasons be happy.

Furina x Reader

Warnings: None beside archon quest spoilers (kinda?? i think)! Fluff fic because I want to give Furina some deserved affection :(

Lys' note: i wrote that during the night (started around 4am it's now 7:30 I guess I won't sleep zbfozjfo), i hope furina isn't too ooc :( I love that cutie sm she deserves love and no one can change my mind. well i've finished rambling eNJOY THE FIC!! 🩷

Official arts from Genshin Impact!

Now that the Hydro dragon, Neuvillette, has become the new Archon of Fontaine, he has many things to worry about. Worries for his people, and his new role. He couldn't find time to check on Furina yet. So he falls you to his office. Being someone who already shared many tea parties with her, he humbly requests for you to go see her.

You don't have to be asked twice. Furina and you weren't close friends, yet.. you feel the need to be here for her. After her trial, where everyone has been against her, she couldn't actually be fine.

Of course, knowing no more of fontainians has dissolved makes her happy, but at what cost? You yourself have felt betrayed when the verdict fell upon her. She has never been the true Archon is the end. But she never deserved a death sentence.

Finding her still alive made a weight come off your shoulders, and yet... You felt a knot in your stomach. Why did you felt sorry for her at that time?

Enough questioning.

You are at her doorstep now. Hesitantly knocking, you wait for a potential answer. But no one answers. You could swear she would've been here. Why wasn't she? Panic runs through your veins. You shake your head. It isn't the time to think of the worst, isn't it?

You sigh, crossing your arms. Today has no performance, nor trials. So perhaps... She went to the Opera House? It wouldn't be surprising, but you wonder why would she be there. In any case, there is only one way to figure it out.

It's a long road until there, but you make it anyway. You'd do anything to know how she's doing. Despite not having much of a good.. friend. You haven't visited her or tried to check up on her before Neuvillette's request.

Perhaps she wouldn't even trust you.

Shaky steps, you make your way to the inside of the Opera House. You take in a deep breath before opening the doors leading to the stage. There she stands, oblivious to your presence.

Gracefully dancing alone, in the empty scene. No one to look at her, no one to say anything to her, no one to blame her. Humming to herself a soft, yet melancholic melody, a tune bringing up to the surface all the pain she has always felt.

You can't tear your eyes away from the sight of her. Carefully approaching, cautious to not make any sound. It's like watching a broken puppet putting on her last show. Despite the grace she has, some of her movements were... Hesitant. As if her mind is on fire.

Tripping on her feet, she falls on her hands and knees, quiet sobs filling the silent room. Her shoulders shruddering under each cries, her tears falling from her cheeks to crash onto the wooden stage. She is just a mess, overthinking everything she has done those past hundreds of years.

“What if things could've been different... Have I done my job right...„ she wonders. Such a painful sight for you to witness. You glance away, taking a few more steps. “Lady Furina...„

Her head snaps up, eyes filled with tears as she tries to crawl back. “What... What are you doing here?!„ she croaks out.

The once almighty and theatric Furina is now reduced to be a shadow of herself, in the exact same room where her people has left her. You sigh quietly, climbing onto the stage and kneel at her level.

“You don't need to stay alone, Lady Furina.„ you whisper softly. You know your words might be insignificant, especially considering her state, but if you could just... “No need to keep the lady... After all, now you all know..„

You felt pity for her. For everything that has happened. “You know.. No one hates you. You've never tried to bring bad things. You were just...„ “Lost...„ she mutters under her breath.

“Yeah.. as much as we were.„ you try to reach out and place a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she pushes it away. “I don't need anyone's pity.„ she growls out. Perhaps she doesn't need pity, but she clearly needs someone.

“I don't pity you. I truly want to be here for you.„ you smile, leaning your head closer to her, sitting right in front of her. “... Why?„ she inquires. “Well...„

You chuckle softly as she doesn't seem to remember anything. “Haven't you always listened to my issues back when we would have tea parties?„ you tilt your head on the side, keeping your gaze on her. “Well it-.. it was just a mere formality! Who, as a supposed Archon, wouldn't listen to one of her people's problems?„

You shake your head. You know there is more than that. But pressuring her right now isn't a good idea. Instead, you creep closer, until you could wrap your arm around her shoulder and let her rest her head against you.

“You do not have any reason to tell me what troubles your mind. Yet, I wish you are aware you can share anything to me. Your secrets are safe within those walls.„ you reassure her. It might not work, but at least she now knows she can lean on you if she needs.

Staying in that position for a little while, you gently rub her arm in a comforting way. She looks up at you, and suddenly asks what you feared.

“... Why didn't you came earlier?„ you have no true answers to that. You felt betrayed, lost, unsure. Everything and nothing flooded your mind at that right moment. “I'm sorry. I don't have any answer to give you. I'm to blame. But I do care for you. I never thought we would be friends from tea parties alone, but we can still be close. A confident, someone to share your burdens with. I'd love to be that person to you, if you want me to.„

She doesn't say anything more. She just processes your words in silence. And you don't mind it. If this could give her some peace of mind, you'll gladly stay this way.

“... I have never asked to carry such a burden.„ you snap your head towards her, unsure of what she means. You just wait for her to keep going.

“When she told me I just had to wait until an important and life changing trial, I... I never thought she was speaking of my own. I never felt so lost in my entire existence. My own people, going against me... I now know it was for the best, but...„

Her voice cracks. Tears sting in her eyes again, threatening to fall down. She is trying with all her might to not let them fall as she goes on.

“It hurts. It hurts like hell. I've lived through everything, and even now it still hurts. Will fontainians ever forgive me for lying to them? Does Neuvillette will forgive me? I've tried for so long to find a solution. We've lost so many people.„

You feel a sudden urge to shield her in your arms from all the cruelty. But it's too late, she already felt too much of it to ever forget. Yet it doesn't stop you from wrapping your arms around her petite frame, placing your chin on top of her head.

“I've tried. I've tried everything I could! I never wanted to see anyone dissolve! I spent days and nights searching for a solution, only for.. that...„ she lowers her head, hiding her tears as best as she could.

“Monsieur Neuvillette has never been upset. He is just busy. As for the people... I am sure they understand now. They can't be mad at someone who tried so hard to save them for all those years.„ you try to reassure her, but even yourself don't know how to do. How to comfort someone who had to lie for so long, to hide her true feelings and not even feel capable to share her burdens to the renowned traveler?

You feel helpless. Perhaps you aren't the one made for comforting her. But you want to try. To try no matter what. “You loved us. With all your heart. You have tried everything, at the cost of your own happiness, being eaten day by day.„

Your heart aches for her. You want to be there, to help her. To just... Let her be happy once again. She hides everything behind a facade. But every facade breaks at some point...

“Let me be the one for you. Let me show you how this world can bring many discoveries, how it can still give hopes and joy. Let me... Let me give you the happiness you're craving.„

She tilts her head up. Her eyes... It's empty. Filled with despair and pain. She's aching for love, to finally be happy and carefree. But there's also a tiny... Extremely tiny twinkle. A sparkle of hope igniting at your words. She wants to believe you, to trust you.

She wants to trust you. Give her reasons trust you. Give her reasons be happy.

She cracks a faint and weak smile to you, hesitantly reaching to take your hand in her. “... You promise to not leave me?„ she's scared. Terrified of another pain. But the passion in your eyes, the love your heart holds for her... It couldn't be faked.

“I promise. But you have to live on. Let your past behind. Don't let it haunt you...„ she doesn't know how to do that. She never knew. Placing a hand on her head to gently stroke her hair. “It's okay if you don't do it now. We will go step by step. At your own rhythm.„

You stand up, helping her stand as well, as you snake an arm around her waist to keep her close. “Now, let's go see Neuvillette. He is worried sick he hasn't seen you in days.„

Walking slowly to the aquabus, you sit together in silence. No words need to be spoken. Not when she sees how much love you want to give to her.

You arrive at the Palais Mermonia. Everyone is a little uneasy to see Furina after she excluded herself either in her home or the empty Opera House. Entering the Palais, you let her knock on Neuvillette's office's door. But no one answers.

She is about to grab your hand to tell you you should go, but instead, you knock again, clearing your throat. “Monsieur Neuvillette, it's me.„ recognising your voice, he tells you to enter, and so you do.

Furina hides behind your back, but Neuvillette could see her attire. He sighs in relief upon seeing her, smiling. “I am pleased to see you are doing okay, Lady Furina.„

She doesn't answer. “... Don't mind her silence. She took a while before talking to me. But I can assure you she'll be okay.„ you explain in a hurry, not wanting to offend the new Archon. “I never doubted it. She is in good hands with you. Why would I have asked you to see her otherwise?„

A weak smile spreads on your lips as you look behind to see Furina. You nudge against her, pushing her in front of his desk. “Eeep!„ her eyes widen. She's like an animal caught in a trap. She feels slightly betrayed that you make her face him, but it just makes him laugh.

“Well, I suppose she is indeed not talkative anymore...„ Neuvillette teases gently, his eyes gazing back to the papers. “I- I am talkative!„ you raise an eyebrow. Neither of you believe her words. But it just makes you laugh.

You walk closer to her, cupping her cheeks in your hands as your nose almost touch her. “It's okay. I'll show you how it feels to be loved. Let's just give us some time.„

You then proceed to walk away, under Neuvillette's gaze as he watches closely for Furina's reaction. Her cheeks flush bright red as she stares at your back before shouting.

“What do you mean give us some time?! There's no way I'd date someone like you!„ she hears you chuckle, and she knows she is now going to be teased.

“You're assuming things, ma très chère amie. I never said we would become a thing... Did I?„ you smirk, stopping in your track to watch her expression.

“You-! You implied it, imbécile!„ she runs to you, gently punching against your chest as she pouts. And then... You just lead her back home, promising her to come first thing tomorrow to go on a walk with her.

Perhaps you two will truly become something eventually.

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[tzyuki]

enhypen reaction to idol!reader being their groups main dancer ? either like enha’s crush or s/o i don’t mind :) maybe for a scenario like their partner wins the random play dance during HYBEs game caterer thing ?

- 🎐 anon :)

— (05.20.23) ENHA-QUESTS

IN WHICH ✶ enha admires their s/o’s dance skills!

genre 𓏸 ͘ ࣭⸰ enha x reader. fluff fluff fluff!!!

warnings 𓏸 ͘ ࣭⸰ swearing, if any more please tell me!

ej note 𓏸 ͘ ࣭⸰ hi🎐 anon !!! srry i got to this one so late, i hope you like it! guys stream dark moon 🤗 JAYS IS SO LONG LMAO 😭

⏤ ☆ yang jungwon / 양정원

jungwon enjoyed practicing with you, especially since you two were under the same company you guys got to see each other almost everyday at the company building. when you guys heard you’d be doing an end of year collab performance you guys were happier than ever, you’d be on stage performing together and be in the same room all day everyday practicing!

͏͏⏤ ☆ lee heeseung / 이희승

heeseung was in awe watching you dance at the random play dance while you guys were filming the HYBE’s game caterer. He didn’t know you knew so much dances and was smiling at your competitiveness.

͏͏⏤ ☆ park jongseong / 박종성

before you debuted, when you were still a trainee, jay was someone you looked up to dance wise. you loved his dance style sm and idolized him for it. when you had gotten casted for hybe you had actually debated on taking the offer or not, you had been in a good place at your current company, almost getting put into the debut lineup. you didn’t want to take the offer just to meet your favorite dancer, so you thought long and hard about your decision and ended up staying at your company. you and jay would see each other and briefly talk to each other when your promotions overlapped and such. when you guys had done the ‘future perfect’ tiktok challenge fans pointed out how you guys had similar dance styles, you talked about it on live and about how you looked up to him a lot as a trainee and you’ve stayed in his mind ever since.

͏͏⏤ ☆ sim jaeyun / 심재윤

jake likes making fun silly goofy ass tiktoks with you, the videos are either in his drafts bc they are too risky to post (yall literally staring into each others souls dating rumors would spark) or posted onto his secret tiktok account where his friends were allowed to see. as much as he admires your dance skills he would rather make the silly dance ones than do his or your groups dance challenges.

͏͏⏤ ☆ park sunghoon / 박성훈

you specialize in ballet and used to do it for years long before debuting in the idol industry and sunghoon likes testing your skills with doing random ass pirouette battles. you’ll be hanging out and then “okay battle right now.” and then you guys get tired but pretend you aren’t.

͏͏⏤ ☆ kim sunoo / 김선우

sunoo likes watching your fancams and has no shame in admitting it. he admires your stage presence and skills in dancing. he’s your certified fanboy.

͏͏⏤ ☆ nishimura riki / 西村 力

you and ni-ki bonded over dancing ever since you guys first met at the company. you guys helped better each other whenever one of you were struggling mentally or physically. everyone knows he teases you a lot and your relationship with each other is like cat and mouse but he truly likes caring and spending time with you mostly by practicing together.

enha-masterlist — permanent taglist (open) ; @jangwonie @cwsana @luvyrin @amara-mars @ineedaherosavemeenow @mintydayeon @love-4-keum @kpopx-xlover @abdiitcryy @beepjeongie @ox1-lovesick @ja4hyvn @shinsou-rii @winkura @ddeonudepressions @tnyhees @wannabeyn @kpoprhia @svnghoonsonly

#enhypen fluff #enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #jungwon scenarios #jungwon x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jay scenarios #jake x reader #jake scenarios #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #sunoo scenarios #ni ki scenarios #ni ki x reader

[shuniverse]

rough patch ,,| l.f

🖋️ requested by anon!! this is such a cute idea I love it sm 🥺

1.1k words

💌 gn!reader, hurt/comfort, sad lixie 😭

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he’d texted you that night, just wanting to talk to you, be able to communicate.

then he called, and you could hear the faint sniffle in his voice as he sent his usual hello. it sounded sadder, more quiet than normal.

after a quite small amount of prying, just a simple ‘what’s wrong, lixie?’, he just started crying. it broke your heart as he poured out what he was feeling, the shuddering sobs wracking your own chest with a pang of sadness.

he’d confessed he didn’t feel confident in how he was performing, and no matter how hard he tried it couldn’t come out like he wanted.

of course, from your perspective, this was far, far from the truth. felix was, and is, and impeccable dancer, rapper, and singer, all on top of his stage presence, and that deep, velvety voice you adore oh so much.

you sighed softly when he’d finished, the teary call leaving a bit of a cloud over head. you told him you’d buy a ticket, leave within the next day or two.

he’d told you you didn’t need to, that he’d be okay, but you insisted. nothing hurts more than the literal sun himself seeming so clouded and sad.

so, with sweet ‘I love you’s’, you promised you’d be in Sydney to see him soon.

now, you’re on your way to him in a rented car, playing the playlist you and him created together. you’ve missed him so so much, and knowing of his struggles wasn’t helping anything.

as soon as you came to the hotel, you’re practically leaping and bounding out of your car, grabbing your luggage and the little cat plushie you’d bought for him, and dashing inside the hotel and up the stairs to his room.

you’re jet-lagged of course, but that doesn’t stop you. you knock softly on his door.

felix recognizes that knock anywhere, and he’s swinging the door open with enough force you’re worried he’ll break the poor thing.

as soon as he sees you, and your pretty smile and luggage and that cat plushie, his eyes well up with tears and he pulls you inside, closing the door, and hugging you tight.

he lets out a shaky sigh, before crying softly into your neck and shoulder, placing lazy kisses on the exposed skin from your tank top.

he moves his head to look at you with a lovesick smile and red, puffy, and wet eyes. you pout a bit, holding his face, brushing your thumb over his freckle-dusted cheeks.

his voice is rough and of a lower octave when he speaks finally. “I.. I’ve missed you, so much.”

you smile and kiss his nose. “I’ve missed you too, my dear lixie.”

he rubs little circles on to your hip with his thumb, and you just happily gaze into his beautiful coco brown eyes, which look so worn.

“my love,” he perks up to pay attention to your voice, ever the soother for him, “what’s got you so worked up?”

he gives a small frown, a cute one at that, and he sighs softly.

“shows have been enjoyable of course, but I’ve been feeling more stressed lately, more.. self conscious. I don’t feel good about what I’m doing and I can’t seem to get out of it. I try so so hard but.. nothing ever seems right. I just wish I knew why.”

it makes you sad to see him feel this way about himself, how he doubts his show-stopping talent. you want to help, and you’re set on doing so while you have him with you.

you kiss his jaw. “lixie, baby, it’s okay. I’m here now. my love, you’re and amazing performer. your vocals, dance, raps, and just raw talent are absolutely breathtaking. I wish I could help, is there any way I can? hell, I’ll even listen to you rehearse, I’ll watch, I’ll give my advice and many many many compliments. alsoo-“ you shut his eyes “- I got you a present, no peeking!”

he giggles, a big happy smile on his ethereal features.

you fish around your suitcase for the necklace you’d saved up to buy a couple days ago, and when you find it you smile, looking back at felix and holding it up. “open!”

he opens his eyes eagerly, but the cute smile on his face fades when he sees the necklace. not even two seconds later, tears are pricking at his waterline, and he pulls you in, sniffling. “oh, my love.. you’re the best..”

he softly cries, happily of course, and you rub his back, kissing his collarbone. “shh, shh, lixie baby it’s okay.. no need to cry..”

he pulls his head up and smiles at you, then looks at the necklace.

engraved in cursive spells the date of your anniversary, with two little hearts on either side. and on the back of the small gold pendant is engraved yours and felix’s initials.

he sighs shakily. “how.. how much was this?”

you smile. “not important, sunshine. let’s get some drinks and snacks, hm? we can watch a movie, relax, I’ll even give you a massage.”

he smiles, cupping your face and kissing you softly. “I would adore that my love, I’ve missed you so much..”

you’re wrapped in one another’s embrace, entertaining, massaging, talking, til night has covered the sky and felix’s eyes begin to droop.

you notice and kiss his forehead as he lays with his head atop your thighs. “let’s go to bed, sunshine.”

he smiles sleepily and nods, sitting up and walking with you to his bedroom. he strips off his big t-shirt, leaving him in only sweatpants, much to your enjoyment.

he smiles at you and sits on the edge of the bed as you strip a garment of clothing off, wanting to be just as comfortable as him. when you’re done, felix holds you and brings you to sit on his lap as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

you both sit in comfortable silence, til he’s pulling you with him so he’s all the way on the bed, his head resting on a soft pillow, his fluffy blonde hair splayed across it. you smile and snuggle up to him, on top of him, and you make your head comfortable in the crook of his neck as your limbs entangle and wrap around one another.

he leaves a peck on your forehead, his voice deep and beautiful as he speaks. “goodnight, pretty. I love you so so much.. sweet dreams..”

you smile. “night-night, sunshine..”

and you fall asleep like that, holding each other, and you want the moment to last forever.

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I hope you enjoyed! also sorry for my hiatus I’ve been busy and tired and stressed 😭

I’ll do my best to keep posting content for you guys :))

#skz imagines #skz fluff #lee felix #lee felix drabbles #felix imagines #felix x reader #felix fluff #hurt/comfort #sad felix #felix x reader fluff #lee felix x reader

[hanlimz]

lol i wrote this at 2am bc i love jungwon sm and i needed to word vomit so i can focus on this stupid essay i have to write 💔 be gentle w this bc it’s not that good haha !! pls enjoy ❤️

the incessant ringing of your phone is a cacophony of sound pressed against your ear as you wait with bated breath. it’s been a week since jungwon was last able to call, a week since you were able to hear his voice; and, it’s been even longer since you’ve been able to touch him (in any capacity). your palms are itching for the opportunity to cup his face, and your lips are yearning to pepper gentle kisses over the apples of his rounded cheeks.

so, you picked up your phone and clicked on his silly contact photo. while you wait, you count the ceiling tiles. you see how long you can go without blinking. you lose track of time, and you eventually try to freestyle over the stock ringtone. just as you rhyme sublime with you’re mine, the noise stops and jungwon begins to laugh. why he always manages catches you at your worst—you will never know.

“i hope that rap was about me,” he snorts airily, amusement having stolen his breath away. you can almost see his pretty face through the phone; the way the corners of his lips quirk up, his dimple deepening, the gentle reshaping of his eyes as they wane into two, umber crescents. laughter is so transformative, and you’re glad you can see it (even if only in your mind). “oh, [y/n], also—i just posted some selcas on we—” the phone cuts out, and the momentary silence slices at your heart.

“won? you still there?” you ask, tentatively, “i promise the rap was about you. cross my heart, hope to die.”

jungwon’s pseudo-presence floods your chest once more as he chuckles. “that’s good to know, babe—but, no dying on my watch, ‘kay?”

“bold of you to say when you’ve left me here,” you scoff.

“to die?” he inquires, another bout of giggles hiding behind his words.

“to die,” you answer, dramatically. “to wither, to waste away with no boyfriend to sing me to sleep and kiss me when i’m sad.”

the line goes quiet for a few seconds, and it’s almost a comfortable silence. something lurks behind this pregnant pause, however, and you can’t help but feel stifled by the heavy weight building in your stomach. jungwon is overthinking—the feeling is palpable. he’s chewing on his bottom lip and you can almost taste his vanilla chapstick; the nail of his thumb is worn down to the quick in the same way he’s bitten at the inside of his cheek.

“jungwon, you know i’m just joking, right?” there’s a hint of regret lacing your voice, a tinge of melancholy, but it mixes with a resolute affirmation of your love for him. “i miss you, but i couldn’t be more proud of you. watching those clips of you on stage, seeing you enjoy yourself—it all makes me love you even more. you’re doing so well.”

“i know,” he sighs, sounding exceedingly dejected. “i just feel like i can’t give you what you need—like i can’t be who you deserve from this far away.”

your jaw goes slack upon hearing his confession. his words shock you to your core; strong-willed yet so fragile-hearted, why your lover is so critical of himself—you will never know. in your eyes, jungwon is nothing short of angelic; ethereal in a way only known by beings of the heavens, jungwon brightens every room he walks into and makes your day better by merely existing. he is a sanctuary of sorts—warm and inviting and gentle.

“are you insane?” the question tumbled from your mouth before your brain could formulate a better response.

he hums, inquisitively, “i don’t think so?”

“okay, not exactly how i wanted that to come out,” you concede, “but—seriously, won—you’re my everything. you never have to worry about me wanting more, because you’re already who i want. who i need. and, honestly, i don’t know what i did to deserve you.” you know he’s flushed on the other side of the phone, cupping a sweater paw over his face while trying not to giggle and swing his feet like a schoolgirl. “yang jungwon, i love you very much, and i’m always so, so thankful for you … so, tell your brain to stop beating you up, or i’ll kick its slimy, little ass.”

“thank you, [y/n]. i love you, too.” he laughs for a moment, then stops himself, “wait—did you just say my brain was little?!”

#enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #enha fluff #jungwon fluff #; — cass writes: soft n sweet #enhypen imagines #enhypen jungwon #enha x reader #jungwon reactions #jungwon imagines #jungwon headcanons #enhypen x reader #jungwon x reader

[chiiyuuvv]

FOR @cake1box

Sorry this took so long!! 989 • TAGLIST — @soul-is-a-strange-kid

Thinking about..

Being a sm trainee, popular around the group of aspiring idols for your ability to joke around, making people laugh during very stressful times

In addition to being popular, you also knew most of everyone. You didnt have to be friends in any case, but you were able to hold friendly conversation with whoever you pleased

All but jung sungchan

Its not like you had something against him, you just felt a little flustered under his presence. The way he looks down at you with a small smile, ready to engage with any of your shenanigans

Many adored your height difference, calling the two of you cute but you always brushed it off, a little too harshly that it made sungchan frown

Did you not like him? Were you very uncomfortable or something? And the way you kinda avoided him, your sentences cut short while looking anywhere else but him. He took the hint, silently leaving you to talk to your friends

You were so busy trying to keep your heart steady that you didnt notice your actions, everyone but you in the room able to cut the tension with a knife

And when you learnt how he felt from your friends you felt awful, trying to find ways to revive the friendship, but feeling as though it was too late

The next dance practice day you find sungchan laughing with his friends, flexing his new blue shoes to anyone who passed by. Along with his shiny blue necklace.. and bracelet.. the boy sure loved the color blue. You did too, how funny

Months later and your group has debuted! The members come to cheer you on as you landed a spot to become a mc for one of the little shows

Sungchan was one too, and the members knew about your little crush on him, so they had to tease accompany you

You saw a relived smile on sungchans face when the staff announced the theme would be 'blue summer'. Since you and sungchan would be the young mcs, they wanted to spread some youth, making sure you were comfortable on the big screen

You hear sungchan mutter to himself that he loved the color blue, taking out his favorite blue shoes from his bag

And looking down, you notice you had the exact same pair on, one of your members giving you a cheeky smile

"Oh my god.. are you two.. matching??" She exaggerates, taking long dramatic pauses because of her gasps.

Sungchan eyes widen, this was probably the first time he noticed you here on the set, glancing at your shoes before taking in your shy wave

"Oh.. hey!" He smiles and it feels like your heart is about to beat out your chest, your make up doing an awful job at concealing your blush. A boyish smile on his face tells you that he wasnt mad at you in any way. He did kinda like you after all

Before sungchan could get another word you, your called to the stage, sending a little nod at him since you were slightly nervous, but very excited. 

After greeting your guests and learning that the group you were interviewing was NCT dream, recording go on smoothly. There were times where sungchan would add some jokes to lighten the mood, his smile shining bright as you felt your lips curve up too. He was contagious, yet you never wanted to leave

Sungchan makes another joke and you share a laugh, your eyes lingering onto each other for a little too long when one of the members notice, a small smirk on their faces. "You know, youre very cute together." The member, haechan begins. "And wearing matching shoes too? This much be on purpose."

A slap lands on his chest from mark as he quietly laughs, watching the two of you blank out, your cheeks red with slightly widen eyes. "Oh well-" "uhm.."

"Oh my god, you're so cute!!" He laughs again, earning another smack on his chest. "Next question!" Renjun says, taking your attention away from your beating hearts

You weren't dating sungchan, but you wouldnt mind it. Late night drives with him, his arm around your shoulder as he gives you a kiss on the cheek. Stop thinking like that, you needed to focus. As you read another line, you notice sungchan steal a small glance at you, his head dropping as he tries to hide his growing smile

"Pretty." You hear him mutter, a stutter in your line in response. He didnt call you pretty, youre just being delusional. Focus!!

But little did you know, he did mutter the word pretty, his heart thumping as he steals another glance at you. You were just so effortlessly beautiful, with or without make up. How??

The rest of the recordings happen in a flash, waving at the group of 7 goodbye before leaving the set to collect your things. "Good job out there." Sungchan says, a sideways grin on his face as he tosses his bag over his shoulder

"Yeah, you too." You smile back, letting your hair out of a ponytail

"Nice shoes." He adds, a little smirk on his face before it turns into a laugh when you roll your eyes. "Yeah, i like your shoes too." You share a laugh

"Hey i um.. i know a place where more shoes like these are made." He says, pointing at your shoe then looking up at you. "If.. you'd like to come with me." He shyly suggests

"Like a date?" You watch as sungchans eyes widen, a bashful smile on his face as he shrugs. "If you want to.."

"I'd love too." You state with a smile, sungchan returning it. "5 pm, tomorrow?" He askes.

"Perfect!"

And the next day you find a pair of shoes that was pepsi themed, and other cola themed. He still called you his pepsi to my cola to this day ♡

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[jewbeloved]

hihihiiii!!!!

can I request the main 4 with an fem s/o who is a actor in a famous tv show? I love ur work SM!!!

Team Stan with an s/o who is an actor in a TV show📺🎬🎬

Warnings: None

Gender: Female

💙 Stan Marsh 🌀

This boy probably never knew you were an actor of a TV show until he was watching Terrence and Phillip and an ad of the show you're acting for came up on the TV.

He was a little annoyed at first because this random TV show out of nowhere interrupted his session of watching Terrance and Phillip.

He was about to change the channel back to Terrence and Phillip until he saw an actress come up to the front of the stage and announce the next episodes they're going to be playing in.

Stan immediately without another second recognized you by your voice as soon as you started talking.

You're an actor of a TV show? Why didn't you tell him? How is this even possible?

When he met up with his friends at school, they told him about this famous TV show that is going around in south park and it's the one that had you as an actor in it.

And that's when Stan saw you organizing your locker for your next class, mostly everyone in the school didn't know you were the same actress that was on TV.

You had no idea how much Stan enjoys watching the show, he mostly only watches the episodes that features you in it.

Stan wonders if he should or should not confront you now that he knows you're an actor.

He will confront later, for now he just wants to enjoy your presence and hearing your voice in this TV show that he's now going to get addicted to watching to.💙💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🌲

When his mom heard this new TV show that has gotten really popular recently, she had to check out it before she lets her son watch it.

And let's pray that she doesn't find anything wrong with it or else she probably might complain and start a war with the state or country that owns this TV show you're performing for 😭😭😭😭

But anyways, just like Stan. Kyle never knew you were a famous actress for the TV show that has gotten popular.

That was until he saw everybody in school crowding you and talking about how they saw you in the TV show they watched.

Of course Kyle didn't believe it but went to go check it out for himself to see if everyone was lying.

He was actually surprised when he saw you acting as a character in one of the episodes, I guess everyone was telling the truth after all but why did you never tell him about this?

But he brushed it off since you probably weren't comfortable enough to tell him so he won't hold you accountable for that. But he is still curious.

Even if you didn't tell him you were an actress of the TV show, he didn't mind it either way.

This TV show probably might be even better then Terrance and Phillip 💚💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 🍔

Okay kewl.

You actually told him about it yourself and he responded with his normal 'kewl'. It may seem like Cartman doesn't care but he actually watched the TV show you're an actress for.

If the company that owns the TV show is holding an intermission standby where fans of the show can come in and meet the actresses. He's definitely going to go to it so he can see you.

You were actually surprised to see that Cartman came. You don't know how big of a fan he is of the TV show.

If his friends find out they'll probably tease him about it with Cartman also denying and saying that he thinks the TV show is shit and whatnot.

Even if you talk to Cartman about it, he'll still be in denial but you know your boyfriend's ways, he definitely likes it.❤️❤️❤️❤️🏵️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🐁

You indeed also told Kenny about it, but he probably won't be able to watch it since the television he has is really old and rusty and it doesn't always work.

But he is also amazed to see you actually being an actress of a show that has gotten popular in his school even his friends are also talking about it.

Kenny probably begs Cartman to let him use his TV so he can watch the episode that has recently aired that involves you in it.

Cartman of course has to be an ass about it so his mom gladly allowed Kenny to use the TV.

And when Kenny is watching the episodes, he barely even sleeps because he doesn't want to miss a single moment when you are on screen. The mf needs some sleep 😭😭

So you decided to step in and help Kenny get some sleep.🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Y'all I finally made the art Blog that I was talking about, follow it if you want to see more south park art from me. @jewnomnuxla

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[konigsblog]

hiiiii i LOVE your writing sm and i also LOVE angst so i was excited to see your post about an angst prompt so heres one ive been thinking of

i feel like ghost would be someone who would quickly put up walls when he felt he was getting too close to someone, so when he and reader get to the stage where they both clearly like each other but its not official, ghost would start acting cold, saying he was too busy for a date when he would just sit on his phone, looking at photos of reader, and then he would act like you were the idiot, like he never saw you the way you did, as if there was nothing between the two of yours, all because he's too scared to lose someone he loves.

kinda long sorry (ಡ᎔ಡ)

thank you so much for your kind words, i really appreciate it and it doesn't go unnoticed, thank you a lot for your support, you're so sweet <3;

he's lost too many. soldiers, friends, siblings, parents. he couldn't bare the idea of letting you into his life, visiting your grave in the future, a bouquet of your favourite flowers placed on the dirt. he saw your kindness, appreciation, your effort to make him your friend, and despite being pushed away multiple times, you never gave up.

it almost made him frustrated. just drop it, corporal. he'd curse, swallowing his words before turning his heel away from you. simon wanted you, he needed you, desperately - but the flooding thoughts that kept him awake at night was enough to turn a blind eye to your attempts. why did you want him so badly?

although you wanted eachother, it was useless and pointless. seeing you on field would disrupt his skills, becoming worried when you got hit, risking his life just to be able to save yours. he would do that anyway, romantic or professional, but he used that as an excuse, another reason to push you away.

but when you actually stopped bothering him, he felt ill. sick to his stomach now at the lost presence following him 24/7. ghost, could we meet up for coffee together? are you alright, simon? you don't seem to like me that much, am i doing something to upset you? i'm sorry, ghost, i wasn't trying to anger you..

he'd recently blown up at you. his nightmares kept him awake at night truly, but he blamed you for your constant, tiring and repetitive attempts to draw him in. “fuckin' drop it, corporal. would you stop bothering me? it's repetitive and clear that i clearly don't need, nor want you.”

to say his words didn't burn was a lie. he could see the tears forming in your eyes, glassy and glistening, nodding your head before leaving him, alone.

i'm sorry, fuck. why did i do that? i fuckin' lied, i need you, why would i say something like that.. the cold heart inside him shattered as he realised what he'd done; even if he had deal with the heartbreak of another death, he'd also have to live being alone if he never let anyone in, including you, the one he truly and genuinely desired.

”i needed you, sweetheart, i shouldn't of said the things i did, god-.. i'm so sorry.” his voice was a whisper, holding your limp, motionless body in his arms, unable to save you as blood gushed from your wound. a lifeless corpse he held, sighing as he visited another grave of a person he'd pushed away, despite his true need for her.

#orla speaks #call of duty modern warfare #modern warefare ii #cod x reader #cod x y/n #cod mw2 #cod headcanons #cod modern warfare #cod imagine #cod mw22 #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost mwii #ghost headcanon #ghost simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #reader x ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #cod ghost #simon riley smut #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #cod mwf2 #cod mw3 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #modern warefare 2

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hello! I loved the older kaulitz sister sm!! What about their sister surprising them after a performance after not seeing them for a while? Tysm!

(Hello! Sure I can! Italics is like pretend German as I don't like using Google translate, so just imagine the italics is German!)

Sister Surprise

You couldn't have been more proud.

From watching your brother, Bill, on stage at just thirteen and placing second, to watching them play small gigs in bars, events, you now had just watched them on stage in a sold out concert.

You had flown in from Germany, hiding in the crowd as you watched your twin brothers, Bill and Tom, on stage playing with Gustav and Georg, two boys you had grown to think of as little brothers to you.

You were six years older than Tom and Bill, having not seen them in a while, you thought this was the appropriate gift, your presence.

You were guided backstage with security, fans having recognized you, and yelling for you, reaching to grab your hand, just because you were an extension of the two boys on stage.

"Sorry. Excuse me." You smiled, using your practiced English and waving at fans as you were guided through.

Security pushed them out of your way before you finally made it backstage safely.

You wandered for a bit before you finally were guided to their dressing room by a stagehand, thanking them with a smile and whisper as you stood outside the door.

You hadn't seen your brothers in almost a year, busy with college and life as they were busy being famous, concerts and whatever Tom was getting up to now.

You could hear the boys beyond the door, and stifled a laugh at their bickering.

"Everyone could see you, Tom."

"How is that my fault?!"

"Because you were practically eye fucking?!"

"You guys are still arguing?" You laughed, opening the door abruptly, stopping their bickering instantly.

It was silent, everyone staring at one another for a moment, confused before it clicked.

Bill and Tom sprung up, a giant smile on Bill's face as he pushed Tom out the way.

"(Name)!" Bill laughed, almost tripping over a chair to get to you. "Hey, ass!" Tom swatted at Bill, pushed back onto the couch.

Tom finally got back up, just as Bill made it to you, jumping on you and almost knocking you down.

Bill had grown up a lot, taller than you somehow at only fifteen, along with Tom following quickly.

"When did you get here?" Tom asked, wrapping his arms around you happily as Bill was almost jumping in excitement, seeing his favorite sibling in almost a year.

"I thought it would be nice to surprise you." You smiled, Tom's and Bill's arms hugging around your waist like they did when they were kids.

You pulled back, running a hand over Tom's dreads and a hand, well, the best you could run through, Bills gel and hairspray filled hair.

"When did you get taller?" You asked, Bill laughing as Tom shrugged, playing off his excitement.

"And what the hell have I been hearing about you?" You asked, narrowing your eyes at Tom as Bill laughed, hugging around your neck as Tom was now the victim of your scolding.

"What did I do?!" Tom threw his hands up, feeling like he was five and you were eleven and scolding him as Gustav and Georg walked over, smiling as you gave them hugs.

"Hey…you guys got taller too." You ignored Tom, addressing Gustav and Georg. "That's what happens." Gustav said simply.

"I used to be taller than all of you." You stared, Georg laughing at you as he hugged around your neck, Bill never letting go.

You finally turned back to Tom, smacking the back of his head.

"Why the hell am I being told you're fucking like twenty-five girls?!" You asked, Tom's eyes widening as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"You found out?" Georg laughed at his friend as you nodded.

"I have girls comin' up to me asking for your number, Tom!" You stated, pinching his arm once more as your brother laughed.

"What can I say? Were they pretty, at least?"

"Yeah, horny as well." You rolled your eyes, running a hand over your face in exasperation.

"Did you give them my number, at least?" Tom smirked, finding joy in your situation as you gave him a look, laughing in disbelief.

"Oh, you hoe. You find this funny, motherfucker?"

"Well, kinda." Tom shrugged, Bill laughing as he finally let go. "He was flirting with like two last night, think one gave him their bra."

Bill snitched, laughing at the look on your face as you turned back to Tom.

"I raised a little-horn dog? You-" you smacked your brother's head once more, Tom laughing as he jumped away, trying to dart away in his giant ass pants.

"How the fuck do you even walk around in that shit, Tom?! Much less get girls?!"

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[bbina]

also, i miss seunghan so much ☹️ like i remember on 29/03/2024, we got so many updates on him, he was spotted reading his fan letters, and it was confirmed to be him because the briize who spotted him actually talked to him, AND THEN he was confirmed to have entered the sm building right after he read his fan letters and briize thought that he practiced with riize 😭 AND THEN a jbriize met him and interacted with him and she said that he dyed his hair to a different colour??? AND THEN a briize’s friend met him at their workplace and they said that he was so kind and he cleaned up after his mess, and when she told him to “stay strong” he said to her “i’ll try to” ☹️💔💔💔 my baby… i can’t imagine how hard it must be for him right now, like he’s practiced for so long just to be pushed and hidden away from the group… like sm, please release a statement on him? i miss EVERYTHING about him, his caring acts towards the members, like he would always look out for them and make sure that they don’t get hurt or anything, his lovingness towards his members (especially sohee) and briize, he loves his members so fucking much, and it’s so clear in the way he talks about them, talks to them and acts around them, like he even said that to him, “riize is a dream” 🥲 and he ALMOST teared up whilst thinking about it… ☹️💔 and his love for briize? oml don’t even get me started on that because he loves briize SO MUCH 😩 like his weverse captions would be literal PARAGRAPHS, he loves to tell briize about anything and everything 😭 and then in one of the fansigns, he took his time to create personalised autographs for briize and he even got scolded for it because he took too long ☹️ my cute babyyy 🥺 and i also miss his goofiness, he’s literally one of the funniest members of riize, he always made me laugh, and not just me, but his members too 😩 ALSO i miss the way he would talk in a pout sometimes… ahhh i just want to peck his lips when he does that 🤭 and i miss seeing him perform, he’s an OUTSTANDING performer, like his vocals, his dancing AND his stage presence… omg 😩 he’s good at rapping too, i remember when he rapped to sungtaro’s rap parts in “memories” and he ACED it 🥰 my baby is such an all-rounder, ace, superstar, A LITERAL STAR ⭐️ anyways, i miss my bubble boy so much ☹️ and i love him so much 💗💗💗

- 🦌

did u see that one tweet where it was confirmed that he was gonna come back in january to the point even the members were dropping hints but due to internal conflict, sm pushed it back omfg what goes on in sm.. we were so close i miss him too the riize content without him feels a little empty </3 my moodmaker fr

#the old we riize eps when he was still around were so entertaining like he really was my voice of reason amidst everything #mailbox #★.mail: 🦌 anon

[milkywaybottles]

Hi! Could I request a swiss x gn!reader oneshot where he misses them when he is on tour and the reader surprises him at a show?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Of course, love! Thank you sm for the Swiss request! I've been waiting for the chance to write for him <3

Enjoy xx

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Longing - Swiss x Reader Oneshot

Word count: 2.2k

Loving Swiss was like loving the moon, for all its beauty, knowing that by the time the sun comes up, he has to disappear. But he knew you and how you yearned to be held or laugh in his presence. For the latest Impera-tour, he had comprised a large kit consisting of many personal items.

The bag, which in itself was one of his duffel bags, consisted of two fluffy blankets that you used to cuddle with, three of his hoodies that had been covered in cologne, a handful of Polaroids, your favourite vinyls, emergency snacks and some beautiful handwritten letters, some of which had broken wax seals and others hadn’t.

You had also assembled a similar bag for him.

Nevertheless, he had ensured you were well prepared for the month period where you were very much on opposite sides of the Earth. Even the prospect caused you to ache.

Ever since Swiss bashfully asked you out at one of the rituals for the first time, you quickly learnt that touring would become the biggest challenge for any couple. As soon as you left that ritual with the biggest smile plastered on your face, the realisation hit you like a truck that he would not be joining you on the tiring flight home, nor would any of your companions.

The ritual cycle was gruelling, leaving you a dishevelled mess by the end.

So, this time around, when the ritual cycle arrived promptly on your doorstep, you knew exactly what to expect. Though, admittedly this could never take away from the raw and stinging pain you felt without him, especially when some Sister of Sin would go prodding with your heart to stir up drama. After supper, you would retreat to Swiss’ room and dive under the blanket of his four-poster bed, searching for relief.

This emotional toll was not only taken on you, but on Swiss as well.

He hadn’t recalled it as being torturous, but as he stood on stage, he decided promptly that it was inhumane to keep you from him. Every single night his eyes would sift through the crowd of faceless bodies, hoping and praying to make out yours amongst the sea. But he never did.

You always took your seat in the corner of the dining hall, preferring to keep your distance with the other Siblings of Sin. Eventually, while sitting in one of the various wooden rows for supper one stormy night, giggles had reached your ears about your dependency on Swiss. Your mouth soured, eyes set dead centre on your partially empty plate with a scroll across your lips.

“I heard they sleep in his room at night-” one Sister gossiped, holding her pale hands over her mouth as she spoke.

Another cackled, “Haven’t you seen them wear his clothes? Talk about desperate”

The words stuck to your mind, reverberating through your pounding skull. Between the booming thunder outside and the lowly chatter inside the hall, the warmth of your robe was all too comforting as you shrunk backwards into it. Their insults seemed to dissipate as you retreated into your mind, only to be broken with a startled jump.

“Ladies, don’t you have prayer duty to attend to?” Angie hissed, placing her dinner plate firmly down beside yours. At the familiar voice, your head snapped in her direction, a warm smile overtaking your mouth. “They’re just jealous” she assured, taking her seat beside you.

No matter how many times you saw her, you were constantly surprised by her beauty. Her eyes were the same colour as the bark of a tree, always sound and inviting. On occasion, a stray strand of ebony hair would fall out from underneath her coif, framing her round face.

But most importantly, Angie was your friend. She knew you better than anyone else.

“Thank you, Ange. I can normally handle one, but..” you trailed off, evidently throwing your arm up and gesturing to table that the Sisters were sitting at. Angie modestly shrugged, beginning to spoon the contents of her dinner into her mouth.

You both sat in comfortable silence for a moment, prompting you to play with the broken hem of your clothing. Angie was eager to break the silence, “Y’know, why don’t you just go surprise him? Like fly out to their venue and go from there?”. Your attention craned to her once again, your lips pressing together in thought. You shook your head twice,

"I dunno.."

But Angie's smile was wicked, and you knew you had lost.

-

The airport could best be described as an 'attack on the senses', leaving you baffled in its labyrinth of sounds and smells. The last thing you remembered was waving anxiously to your friend at the boarding gate as you disappeared down the hallway with a single luggage bag trailing behind you. The rest of the trip had merged into a fast-paced blur, a cloud of fuzzy disorientation that you found best not to dwell on.

With a single ticket in hand, you filed into the ritual venue with elated excitement, practically skipping your way to the barriers with urgency. The venue had yet to be filled to the brim with people, leaving vast gaps of empty space in the middle of the pit. If you had been to drop a coin, the sound would have bounced off the walls and returned back to you just as loudly. A draft swept through the venue. causing you to shiver.

When people began to fill the empty spaces, you looked down at your appearance and back up at them with a rosy face. You quickly realised that many people were dressed in a similar way to you, if not almost identical, meaning that it would make it almost impossible to spot you in a crowd of a few thousand. Feeling your face heat up in embarrassment, you turned back to the barrier and slicked your hair back, the nerves beginning to bubble in your stomach.

Before you knew it, a guitar solo from Imperium began to blare through the stadium as the lights dulled. You hummed with giddy excitement as the tune morphed into Kaisarion, and in a flash, a silhouette was projected onto the curtain. The stadium erupted in enthralled cheers and screams, practically begging to get the first sight of the ghoul.

As the curtain dropped, the crowd screamed again.

Finally, their eyes had been blessed with Aether, fire spewing behind him in a marvellous display. For the first time that evening, the stage had been lit in a milky yellow light, smoke bursting from the corner pillars. Despite the number of shows you had attended, you were always captivated by the sheer quality and creativity of it all.

Dew, Rain and Aether lined up at the front of the stage, their skills on display as they all played smoothly. You smiled at the friendly familiarity of it all. Aether and his little quirks when playing, such as the occasional extra flick of his wrist or the gesturing to the crowd. Dew and his aggressive head banging. Or Rain, rocking back and forth excessively like a rockstar.

Oh how you had missed them.

“Kaisarion!”

Your smile became even wider as you mouthed the lyrics, staring up at Papa with wonder-filled eyes. Marvelling at the brand new outfits, your eyes drifted to the back left of the stage, scanning for any sight of your ghoul.

Heart squeezing, your eyes were planted firmly on Swiss. You felt as though you were about to explode, cheeks red with excitement. His leg bounced at a quickening pace, hand secured on the microphone stand. Your ears perked at the sound of the backing vocals, and before long, it melded into a beautiful harmony of Swiss and the ghoulettes.

-

The show was pulling to a close and yet it hadn’t managed to slow at all. The crowd was still electrified and the performers just as lively as they continued with their final songs.

You had to admit that while you were completely understanding as to why, you couldn’t help but be disappointed that Swiss had yet to spot you. Being at the back, he was at a disadvantage. Rarely moving from his podium, you assured yourself that even if he didn’t spot you, you would see him later so it didn’t really matter.

With your eyes glued to your partner, you were hastily caught by surprise as you saw him leap off his podium and begin to approach the stage. Many hands were extended towards his shiny black boots as they neared the edge. Your heart must have skipped a beat when he was only a handful of metres away. You could almost feel his reassuring embrace, or his tender kisses.

Feeling the chance pass by you, you abrasively held out your arm towards him and screamed, “Swiss!”. The strumming of his guitar never halted, but he paused and his head was held high as if to smell a strong scent. Then, he spun around at the speed of light as his eyes landed squarely on you. His face was beaming with excitement as you waved furiously.

Although in an attempt not to distract from the show, he skipped over to Aether and they conversed for a moment. Despite the words not being audible over the music, you could assume what they were saying based on the fact that Aether also turned in your direction as Swiss pointed.

You were elated, truly.

Unable to wipe the content look off his face, Swiss focused back on the performance, knowing that if they just finished up, you both could be reunited once and for all.

And that’s what they did.

They carried on persistently until the curtain closed, and even that couldn't dull the roaring of the crowd. Soon, a burly security guard came to collect you and took you through the winding hallways of the venue. As you pushed through the door into the dressing room, you almost leapt towards the first ghoul you saw with desperation.

There was a certain homesickness you had been consumed by, not one which made you miss your physical home, but one which made you miss the people that made you think of home. And of course, your family made you think of home.

"(Y/N)!" a chorus of ghouls cheered. Before you could process what was happening, a pile of ghouls came tumbling towards you with speed. You winced as your body was overtaken by countless limbs, embracing you as tight as they could until your face turned purple. With one eye pried open, you could barely make out the bodies, Dew, Cirrus, Aether, Mountain, Cumulus, Rain and Sunshine.

"I'm happy to see you guys too!" you laughed.

But there was one ghoul that was missing.

Your eyes scanned over the room, the leather couch, the vanity, and even the cacti in the corner of the large room to no avail. Frowning, you turned back to the ghouls, doing your best to hide your disappointment with a content smile.

"(Y/N)...?"

Your mind snapped.

You knew that voice anywhere.

Your heart almost leapt from your throat as you spun to the voice, which had just emerged from the other door. You gave him no time to react as you jumped at him, hugging your ghoul in your arms. The scent of musk and bourbon lingered under your nose, prompting your hold to become stronger. You felt his hand press to your hair, pulse thumping under his chest as you were pushed towards it.

An 'aww' was shared between the ghoulettes.

At last, your head dragged away from the comforting fabric of Swiss's chest to meet his sparkling eyes, filled with the softness of love. "I saw you in the crowd" he mumbled against the crown of your head, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to surprise you"

He grinned, canines flashing, "Well this certainly is a surprise" and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

One of his many forms of affection, while mostly gentle with you, was to pull you towards him or to stroke his tail spade up and down your calves. And it was no different that time around. As if his tail had a mind of its own, it began to drift upwards.

You smirked and shuddered, leaning into his arms to savour the moment.

Everything felt right, like puzzle pieces finally fitting together. The way your body curved perfectly around his strong stature, or the way his hand fell into yours comfortably.

“Get a room, guys” Aether called, looking up from the couch with a playful dismay.

Swiss shot deadly daggers towards his brethren, breaking away from your gaze. Like that of a snake, his tongue flicked outwards from the underneath of his helmet. “Trust me, we would if we could”. Although fiery, his tone was dripping with a smugness

Face now flushed, you left your hand on his arm assertively. He leant forwards, eliminating the gap between your lips as he caught you in a passionate tangle.

“You should surprise me more often” he remarked.

“I’ll take notes” you replied wittily.

And of course you both weren’t going to miss out on the opportunity to make up for lost time.

The prospect of returning home was far from your mind. All that remained was a deep longing for your partner.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#Swiss #Swiss Ghoul #multi ghoul #Swiss x reader #Swiss Ghoul x reader #Multi Ghoul x reader #the band ghost #the band ghost x reader #gn!reader #gn!s/o #oneshot #answering requests #fluff

[ticklishfiend]

A Plan Fit for an Angel (Good Omens)

(Lee! Aziraphale/Ler!Crowley) (brief lee!crowley/ler!aziraphale)

Summary : Crowley’s dignity was positively shattered being tickled by Aziraphale two weeks ago. Well, only one way to fix that: getting revenge. [see part one here! this is a sequel]

a/n : i lobe them sm

Word Count : 3626

hope u enjoy! :)

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There are two types of demons: Those that like to strike as soon as they see their target, and those that plan their evil-doings methodically, thinking out every angle so they can strike their prey when they least expect it.

It might shock some to find that Crowley tends to lean more towards the latter.

It had been two weeks since Aziraphale had pestered Crowley with those god-awful jokes, relishing in his demon’s irritation. Two weeks since Crowley had been tickled into the couch cushions so Aziraphale could win an argument.

So for two weeks, Crowley has been planning.

And planning for Crowley doesn’t mean he just thought real long and hard about how he’d make his move. No, planning requires research. Lots and lots of research.

Tickling isn’t something Crowley would call a regular occurance between the two of them. Yes, it happens, has happened, but if you were to ask for something defining that they do together, tickling would be quite low on his list, if it made it there at all.

So maybe, before he strikes, he’ll need something of a…refresher.

Aziraphale stood in the bookshop’s tiny kitchen, making himself a cup of tea. Crowley stood at the doorway, wondering if his angel knew he was there.

“I know you’re there, yknow?”

Ah. So he does.

Doesn’t matter. He knows Aziraphale will continue to read through his book on the counter, waiting for his water to heat in the kettle like Crowley wasn’t even there. He was too comfortable in Crowley’s presence…making him far easier to attack.

So Crowley sauntered behind Aziraphale, miracling up a feather from his wing. He heard a page being flipped.

“Whatcha readin’?” Crowley asked, before placing the feather under Aziraphale’s shirt without having to move a finger. Real magic truly was the best thing since sliced bread (trust him, he was there when it happened, sliced bread was quite the invention for the time).

“Oh it’s a lovely book, I’ve read it many times but somehow I keep coming back to it. Georgette Heyer’s ‘The Black Moth.’ Quite a page turner; it takes place in 1751, during the—AH-!” Aziraphale flinched, his right arm gluing itself to his side.

Crowley smirked behind Aziraphale, still looking over his shoulder at the book. His finger waggled near Aziraphale’s coat, a magic tether traveling from it to the feather. “What was that, angel?”

“Er, nothing I just—well I think there may be something in my shirt. I do hope it’s not a bug,” Aziraphale said, before snapping his fingers. A feather floated down onto the pages of his book. A black feather, to be precise.

Aziraphale clicked his tongue. “I see.”

“How peculiar,” Crowley grinned. “Wonder how that got in there?” He walked right out of the room to avoid further accusations, all of which would probably be correct.

Stage one: complete.

Now onto stage two. Snake time, baby.

Crowley very rarely switched to his snake form these days. Really no need, plus any time he did he was usually beaten within an inch of discorporation by a horrified human. So no, he doesn’t typically take his snake form anymore.

But occasionally, when he’s feeling rather…well, one might use the word clingy (Crowley detests such accusations), he’ll be a snake for a few hours just for the excuse to curl up on Aziraphale’s lap while he reads.

This usually embarrasses Crowley, not exactly one open to admitting his love of cuddles and pets and head scratches. Which is why he’s especially excited about snake time today, since he’s getting to embarrass Aziraphale this time and not the other way around.

He’d taken his form around 20 minutes ago, giving himself time to adjust to the change and alert Aziraphale of his body today. When he heard, Aziraphale went and made a cozy spot for himself on the couch, beginning to read his book. It was a silent code to Crowley that Aziraphale was ready for cuddles whenever he was.

It was no surprise when Crowley slithered his way onto the couch, his now curled body finding purchase on Aziraphale’s lap. The angel got to petting, resting his book along the serpent’s scaled back. He scritched softly at Crowley’s head, running his hand down the length of his now much longer body.

Crowley almost got lost in the comfy-ness of it all when he felt Aziraphale stray too close to his underside, a sensitive area on both of his bodies. Ohohoh, the plan, yes right, I’ll get on that now.

With the sneakiness only a serpent could possess, he slowly moved his tail around until he found the area buttons can’t close up on Aziraphale’s shirt, and slithered his way in. Bingo.

He only allowed himself about an inch’s worth of entry, can’t get too confident now. He waited a few moments, listening for Aziraphale to stir or speak up. He didn’t move, though, so that’s a good sign. Now he can strike.

Crowley fluttered his tail back and forth, like a rattlesnake in slow motion. Aziraphale huffed.

“Is that you down there?” He asked, voice a little wobbly like trying to hold something back. Got ‘em.

“Is what me?” Crowley said in his tired, I’m-far-too-comfortable-to-care voice.

“It is you!” Aziraphale let out a giggle through his words, moving Crowley around in his lap to stop the incessant tickling that was still taking place on his lower belly. “Aha-! Crowley, stop!”

“I really don’t know what you mean,” Crowley yawned. “And stop moving me, m’comfortable.”

“I will not!” Finally, Aziraphale found the end of Crowley’s tail, pulling it out of his shirt and readjusting Crowley in his lap. “Now you stop that or I will be putting you off to the side.”

Crowley huffed, his body adjusting under his head in a way that almost looked like his head was laying in his arms. “Whatever. Didn’t even do it anyways. Punishing me for something I didn’t do? Now that’s just cruel.”

Aziraphale rolled his eyes, going back to petting Crowley while fixing his gaze back on his book.

Well, he really didn’t wanna risk ending this. Might as well enjoy it and plan for the next stage in his great scheme.

Which, as it happened, took place the very next day, snake Crowley no more.

Aziraphale sat on his favorite chair, listening to a record he recently bought at Maggie’s shop. He was the picture of content.

Crowley was bouncing on his heels ready to ruffle the angel’s feathers.

“Mmyes, some good ole’ Stravinsky. Rather liked that guy, with the whole y’know, riot debacle,” Crowley made his way around Aziraphale’s chair, leaning against its back. “Great fun that was.”

“Yes, that was a rather difficult event. I was there, you know, but I truly was only there to see the show,” said Aziraphale.

Crowley hummed, having heard the story before. He looked at Aziraphale’s ear below him, giving a puzzled look.

“What’s that in your ear?”

Aziraphale furrowed. “My ear?”

“Yes yes, there’s something in your ear.”

Aziraphale’s hand shot up to feel around his ear, “Where?”

“No you—you’re missing it, it’s nothing but a piece of fuzz, I think. Here, let me-“ He shooed Aziraphale’s hand away, before using his pointer to gently prod and scrape along the shell of his ear.

Aziraphale’s shoulder shot up. “Aha, wait, wait—there’s really no neheheed-“ He batted at Crowley’s hand, but couldn’t dissuade him.

“No seriously, I can get it if you just give me a moment-“ he wiggled the finger, and this time Aziraphale shot out of his chair with a quick giggle before turning and giving Crowley a pointed look.

“You’re messing with me,” Aziraphale straightened his coat before giving his ear a quick scratch. There was a smile small on the corner of his lips.

“Now why would I do that?”

Aziraphale shot him a look, “I’m not sure, but I know that’s what you were doing.”

Crowley walked toward Aziraphale until they were eye to eye. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, before walking out.

Stage three: complete, but Aziraphale was definitely onto him now. Time to set the real plan in motion.

Like it started, Crowley’s plan took place in the back room, wine in each of their hands as they talked and bickered and laughed with each other.

After having made Aziraphale laugh at one of his favorite stories to tell, Crowley smiled and remembered. Admittedly he had gotten a bit tipsy and nearly forgot about the whole thing until he saw his angel folding over in laughter just moments ago. Made him remember what this was all for.

He glanced over at the desk, noting Aziraphale’s current book having a very familiar bookmark peeking out of its pages. He had actually noticed this days ago, but was waiting until now to bring it up. Clever demon, he thought.

“What’s that there in your book?” He gestured lazily at it, sitting up like it was of great intrigue to him.

“Oh that’s…” Aziraphale looked at the book, like it was the first time he’d noticed it there. “Well, it’s my bookmark, of course.”

“Mmyes obviously it’s your bookmark. I meant what is it, exactly? Cause I don't know if I recognize this one.”

Aziraphale looked a bit flustered. “Erm, well it’s…it’s a feather, actually. But it works just as nicely as a bookmark.”

Crowley hummed. “Aren’t your feathers white, angel?”

Aziraphale looked without words for a moment (oh how Crowley just loved flustering his angel), before straightening his back with newfound confidence. “Well I didn’t say it was my feather, did I?”

“No, you’re right, you didn’t,” Crowley said, resting his chin in his palm as he relaxed over the arm of the sofa. Sometimes he likes letting Aziraphale think he’s won before pulling the rug out from underneath him. “Is it mine?”

Aziraphale was definitely blushing now, but he stayed on guard. “Yes, it is. You…put that blasted thing in my shirt the other day when I wasn’t looking. When it fell into my book I…well, I didn’t have a bookmark before and then I did. It’s really as simple as that.” He smiled at Crowley all clever, taking a sip from his wine.

Crowley gave Aziraphale a puzzled look. “You think I put that in there?”

Aziraphale blinked. “Well obviously. You’ve been messing with me for days.”

Crowley smirked. “Have I now?”

Aziraphale glared at him. His eyes were a bit squinted, very suspicious. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything. You’re accusing me of something I have no recollection of. I’m just asking how you think I was messing with you,” said Crowley, thinking ‘that’s right, lure him in.’

Aziraphale hesitated, like treading over thin ice. “…you’ve been teasing me, and you know it. You—you’re doing it now!”

Crowley couldn’t hold back his grin anymore. “I mean, can you blame me?” said Crowley before standing abruptly. He took a swig from the bottle, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and sat it hard against the table. “You messed with a demon angel. You never mess with a demon.”

Aziraphale’s eyes widened. He set himself back further into his chair, hands holding onto the arms.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Ohh, don't act all innocent now. You were quite the tease a couple weeks ago, as I remember,” Crowley pointed a finger at Aziraphale, who actually started…grinning.

“You’re still worked up over that, aren’t you?” Aziraphale asked, a clever smile taking him.

“No—no, that’s not what I mean-“

“Oh I’m sure. But you can’t really deny that apparently, you’ve been thinking about this quite a lot,” Aziraphale looked as smug as ever.

Crowley was admittedly a little stuck for words at the moment. His mouth formed around rebuttals but they never made it past his throat.

He growled before rushing over and grabbing Aziraphale by the lapels.



“Maybe so—but only because I needed to plan out exactly how I was going to get you back,” Crowley growled, grip tight on Aziraphale’s coat. He liked how nervous the angel suddenly looked. “Like I said, angel. You don’t tease a demon.”

Crowley let go of him, walking back and almost pacing in thought. He waggled a finger in the air, “But I can’t do it now. No, no you’re expecting it now. I’ve gotta get you when you’re totally off your guard,” He plopped himself back down on the couch, pointedly not looking at Aziraphale.

“So…you’re not tickling me now?” Aziraphale raised a brow his way, taking a slow sip.

“No, I’m not.”

Aziraphale shrugged, placing his glass on the table. “I’d let you.”

Crowley paused. He looked at Aziraphale like the angel had grown an extra arm. “You’d let me?”

“Well, yes. I don’t actually hate being tickled. You just keep doing it when I’m in the middle of something, or I’m trying to relax,” he said, which was the last thing Crowley was expecting. “If you just asked I’d be happy to oblige.”

Crowley was near seething. He wasn’t actually mad, just utterly irritated by how nonchalant Aziraphale could be about the whole thing. Crowley was beyond embarrassed when Aziraphale tickled him the other week. How could someone not be embarrassed by it?

Crowley shook his head, “It’s the principle of the thing. You tickled me when I wasn’t ready, I’ve got to do the same back,” Crowley took a much needed swig. “S’how revenge works, angel.”

“Be my guest then. I’m happy to wait,” Aziraphale grinned, so pleased with how quickly things had turned in his favor. Sure, he was still going to get tickled eventually. But now he knows the real context.

Crowley was still so flustered over his little tickle attack the other week, that he had been meticulously planning on how to get Aziraphale back just to regain his dignity. He couldn’t deny how adorable that much effort and thought was.

Crowley grumbled, throwing his head against the back of the couch. “Grrrrbut it’s not as fun now,” he slumped. “Now you know it’s gonna happen. Shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Yes, maybe you shouldn’t have,” Aziraphale said. “Because now, once you do tickle me, I’ll have no choice but to tickle you back immediately after.”

Crowley gaped at him, actually letting out a low chuckle. “Oh really? Well that’s not fair, is it? Supposed to be tit-for-tat, don’t you think?”

“No, no I don’t think so. See, it doesn’t affect me nearly as much as it does you. That’s the fun in it.”

“It does not affect me. S’just not right for a demon to have such a weakness. Makes sense when you’re an angel, s’why you don’t give a shit.”

“I’ll have you know it’s perfectly normal for a demon to be ticklish. I tease you for it because it’s fun, but it’s not like you can help it. It’s your vessel, dear. And it’s a vessel I think you should take much more pride in than you’re giving it right now.”

Crowley just grumbled again, not really having a good response. He knows he can’t help it, but it’s still so…weird. It’s not just because he’s a ticklish demon. It’s that he’s a ticklish demon who actually finds it a little bit fun when his angel is the one tickling him. That’s the part that’s got him all screwy.

But it’s not like he could just say that.

So he stewed for a bit, thankful for Aziraphale allowing him his stew time in peace. The angel sat contentedly, sipping on his wine and basking in the lovely tension their bookshop always seemed to hold.

Crowley stewed and stewed. Pinching his lips together, sipping on the wine, reaching over and filling Aziraphale’s glass when he realized it had gone empty. But he had to say something eventually, because obviously Aziraphale wasn’t going to speak first.

And also because he kind of still wanted this to happen. Just a little.

“Fine.”

Aziraphale looked up. “Fine?”

“Yes, fine, whatever, just get over here and let me get my fffffucking revenge already.”

Aziraphale grinned, already beginning to stand. “I thought you said I couldn’t expect it when you get your revenge?”

“Oh that’s still gonna happen,” He smiled as Aziraphale sat next to him, the demon already crawling into his space.

“You do remember I’m getting you back as soon as you’re done, right?” Aziraphale said with a nervous titter in his voice, backing up towards the arm of the couch.

“Yeah I know. Guess that just means I’ve gotta make this count,” Crowley said as he fully closed in on Aziraphale, cornering him into the couch. He just hovered, for a moment, his hands floating over Aziraphale without touching him.

Aziraphale swallowed. “Well…?”

Crowley grinned. “Well, what?” He wiggled his fingers, and Aziraphale tittered anxiously.

“Are you going to…?”

“Can’t say it now?” Crowley’s eyes were devilish as he smirked. “Is someone getting nervous now that I’ve got him cornered?”

Aziraphale rolled his eyes, a meek attempt at confidence over the situation. His slight squirming and tight lipped smile gave him away. “No.”

“No?” Crowley asked, before jerking his hand down near Aziraphale’s side, laughing at Aziraphale’s flinch. “I haven’t even touched you!”

“But you’re going to!” Aziraphale practically whined, a ghost of a giggle lacing his voice. “Just get on with it, I’m not sure I can take this.”

Crowley smiled genuinely. “Oh alright. But just because it’s you.”

Finally, after waiting oh so patiently for this moment the past two weeks, Crowley struck. He went straight for Aziraphale’s sides, thankfully unguarded since the angel had taken his vest off hours ago. Aziraphale yipped, trying to hold in his laughs for a brief moment before falling into those angelic cackles Crowley could eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

“AH! Ahaha—Crohowley!” he laughed, sliding down unconsciously and only stretching his body out more for Crowley. “Wahahait!”

“Oh no, I’ve done plenty of waiting recently,” Crowley said, delivering sporadic pokes up and down Aziraphale’s torso, the angel’s cackles shooting up as he did so. “See, s’not so fun when it’s you getting tickled, huh?”

“It’s fuhuhun! Just—“ he was cut off by his own loud laughter as Crowley shot his hands into his armpits. Arms slammed against his sides, twisting and turning every which way because it was just too much. “—tihihickles!”

Crowley chuckled, ecstatic. “Bet it does,” he said, pulling one hand out from its trapped state in Aziraphale’s underarm to reach up and give his ear gentle scratches. Aziraphale squeaked, a hand shooting up to protect the ear. Seeing the opportunity, Crowley shot his hand right back under his arm, and Aziraphale shook his head through his laughter and shock.

“Nohot fahahair!” Aziraphale blushed, unsure of what to do with his hands. He opted to batting them around uselessly.

“You’re playing with a demon, angel, what did you expect?” Crowley said, before taking both hands out to squeeze, pinch, poke, prod and scribble all over Aziraphale’s tummy.

Aziraphale’s laughter was all over the place now. It was like he couldn’t decide whether to give deep, belly laughs or squeals and giggles fit for his angelic persona. The tips of Crowley’s ears grew warm at the sound.

“This is hysterical, by the way,” Crowley laughed, pinching Aziraphale’s hips and watching as he barked a laugh, twisting and gripping onto Crowley’s wrists. “I mean I knew you were ticklish, but this is priceless.”

“You’ve made your point!” Aziraphale giggled out helplessly. “I gehehet it! It’s bahahad! It’s sohoho baahahad—!” He fell into a giggle fit that made it impossible to hold a conversation, wheezing pitifully.

“I could keep going, yknow. Show you actual demonic torture,” Crowley grinned when Aziraphale shook his head, cheeks plump and pink from mirth. “Say you’re sorry and I’ll consider it.”

Aziraphale slapped Crowley’s arm playfully. Crowley poked softly but quickly over Aziraphale’s torso, easing up on the tickling just enough for him to get some words out. Aziraphale panted a bit, giggles lacing every breath.

“Okay okhahay! I’m sohohorry!” Aziraphale giggle, pushing Crowley’s hands away from him. Crowley let his hands be moved for just a moment, before giving one last quick squeeze to Aziraphale’s hips just to make him yip.

Crowley smiled down at his angel, watching him catch his breath and try to will away that blush from his cheeks. Aziraphale looked up at Crowley with a pointed expression, “Wily serpent.”

Crowley laughed, “You asked me to!”

“I did not ask you to. You obviously wanted to do it so I…obliged,” Aziraphale shrugged, the lie plain as day on his face. Crowley couldn’t help but snicker.

“Yes, of course. Obliging the temptation of a demon really is your forte, after all,” Crowley teased, laying his front down on Aziraphale’s, making himself comfy. “Had your fun?”

Aziraphale sighed through a smile, rubbing a soothing hand up and down Crowley’s back. “Well…not quite.”

Crowley’s face puzzled before feeling Aziraphale’s grip tighten around his torso. His snake eyes grew twice their size, “C’mon angel, play fair.”

“This is fair. I told you what I’d do if you tickled me,” Aziraphale kissed Crowley’s forehead, not giving him a moment to think about that shit before digging his fingers into the backs of Crowley’s ribs.

“FuhuAHK-!” Crowley jolted, falling into helpless laughter on top of his angel. He squirmed and giggled and held onto Aziraphale’s body even tighter just so he could resist throwing himself off.

“‘Demonic cackle’ my behind,” Aziraphale teased. “You’re far too sweet for that, my dear.”

Crowley blushed, hiding that and his smile in Aziraphale’s neck, not missing the way the angel giggled whenever his nose brushed the skin.

The plan ended up being much more than successful. It was everything Crowley could’ve ever hoped for.

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a/n : hope u enjoyed! consider reblogging if u liked it <3

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[niki-phoria]

hi:)

could i request a jay x m! reader

m! reader is either 8th member or soloist idm:)

i was thinking jay and yn have been hiding their relationship, and one day someone walks into jays room and it’s just them all cuddled/kissing

the fic is basically enha being surprised and teasing the two and jay being a good bf and calming down yn^^

pairing: jay x male!8th member!reader (no pronouns used but mentions coming out) genre: fluff word count: 802

includes: nervous reader, supportive enha, slightly blushy jay

a/n: thank you for requesting !! this idea is so sweet, i love it sm <33 i hope you like it :))

additional note: hypothetically... would anyone like it if i started writing more for leon kennedy bc i love him sm and i'm thinking of opening requests but i'm not finished with re4 yet and i'm a little worried about him being ooc

requests open !! read my rules first

the stage lights beam down on you from above as you look out into the crowd. it’s exhilarating - performing in front of thousands of people. 

jay reaches over to squeeze your hand in his, bringing you back to reality enough to wave at the crowd. jungwon pats your shoulder as a silent cue that it’s your turn to speak to the crowd. “ah, thank you so much for coming,” you smile. “it was an honor to perform for you all today. we hope to see you again!” 

everything blends together as you take your final bow before the crowd. jay’s hand never leaves your own as you leave the stage. “you did good, baby,” he whispers as he carefully untangles your mic pack from underneath your clothing. 

“you did too,” you murmur, quickly leaning over to press a kiss against his cheek. jay smiles, shaking his head in an attempt to hide his slight blush. 

“y/n,” sunghoon calls, passing you a bag of your clothes. “go change. we’re leaving soon.” 

“thanks.” 

it feels good to finally have a reprieve from your stage outfit after hours of dancing in it. jay is already sitting on the couch beside jake and niki when you finish changing out of your stage outfit into a random pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies. 

jay smiles when you walk over, quickly curling up on the couch beside him. he wraps an arm around you as you lean against his chest. “you look like a couple,” niki teases. 

“let them cuddle in peace,” jake retorts. 

“they’re being cute in public!” niki whines. “if they can cuddle in front of me then i can tease them.” 

you ignore their comments in favor of nuzzling even closer against jay’s warmth as you patiently await your manager’s cue to begin preparing to leave.

you’re grateful for jay’s comforting presence beside you as you lean against his shoulder. the drive back to your hotel is slow. fighting back sleep is even more difficult as he rubs a warm hand against your back. “tired?” you hum, burying your face further into his shoulder. jay chuckles a little as he coaxes your body further against him. “get some rest,” he whispers. “i’ll wake you when we get there.” 

with his promise and a sweet kiss pressed against your forehead, you finally relax into jay’s arms. from the front of the car, heeseung turns to look at you. “you two are cute together.” 

you freeze, shifting to look up at jay. his hand reaches over to grab yours once again before he answers. “you know?” 

sunoo furrows his eyebrows a little. “know what?” 

you turn to look at jay, silently asking for permission. he squeezes your hand before nodding a little. “we’re dating.” 

“really?” jungwon stares at you with wide eyes. “for how long?” 

“almost a full year,” jay replies. at his response, jake whines and niki cheers. 

you cock your head at them in confusion. “what?” 

“they made bets about how long you’ve been dating,” heeseung chuckles. 

“you aren’t exactly… subtle.” sunghoon shrugs. 

“how long have you known?” 

“we made them a few months ago,” jake sighs. “you couldn’t have started dating a little sooner?” 

“don’t be salty, hyung,” niki teases. 

you shift a little in your seat, still a little anxious from coming out to your friends so suddenly. “so, you’re not upset?” 

“no,” jungwon reaches over to pat your knee. “we would never be upset about this. we love you.” 

the small smile on your face mirrors jay’s when you turn to look at him again. he leans over to press a quick peck against your temple as you lean back against his chest, finally falling asleep to the soundtrack of your friends playfully arguing about which one of them was able to figure out you were dating first. 

you all but collapse onto the hotel bed beside jay with a small sigh. he chuckles, tugging your body closer. you ignore how your still-wet hair seeps into the fabric of his shirt as you snuggle against his chest. “they took it really well,” he murmurs. you hum, eyes fluttering shut in the darkness. 

“i can’t believe they took bets about us,” you whine. 

jay chuckles. “you would do it to them too.” his laughter intensifies when you playfully huff.

“if i knew you were also going to tease me i would’ve taken the offer to room with sunoo.” you dramatically pull away from jay before he wraps his arms around you further. “okay, okay, i’m sorry,” he smiles. ��don’t leave.” 

“only because you’re so cute.” you lay back down on jay’s chest, quick to make yourself comfortable once again. “i love you.” 

“i love you too,” he whispers, pressing a final kiss against your forehead before you finally fall asleep. 

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[majaloveschris]

Okay, but why don't we see that huge love and happiness on his face?//Well in the valentine's pictures he showed on SM they seemed happy and even kissing, If I had to guess why he doesn't look so smiley or happy when other people take pictures of them I would say it's because all the ugly comments and the backlash he knows he's going to receive after people see the pictures, I think he's aware that Alba looks way too young next to him and it bothers him that people notices the big age gap, in previous relationship he didn't have that problem 'cause his partners were close to his age and nobody criticized him for age gaps or talked how he's a Hollywood cliché, that's why he's not able to relax and get candid pictures when the paparazzi are around, it's not that he's not in love it's that he's worried about the optics and at this point he should just own it, he chose a much younger woman to marry, so he shouldn't care about people's opinions.

The problem that I have with those pictures is that they are staged. We don't know how many pictures they've taken, and it's easy to be smiley for a picture. And most of those were taken on those occasions when we already knew they were together. To me, that kissing picture is also really weird. Not just the way they kissed, but the way he was sitting and in the position his body was in. The same goes with him wearing a cap.

I would understand what you are saying, but for example, at Disney, he shouldn't have known they were being photographed. The same goes with that video that was taken by that Twitter girl in NYC. So if the only reason he acts like that is because he knows they are being photographed, then why did he act the way he did when he wasn't supposed to know they were being photographed? He dropped her hands in New York and didn't want to hold it when she was reaching for it but rather put it into his pocket. He didn't really want her to touch his back at Disney. And he supposedly didn't know about them being filmed during these. So no, he acts like this all the time, whether he knows or does not know they are being filmed. And if he knew that they were being filmed, then yeah, those were all for PR reasons.

I get that he is nervous, but you'd assume that the love of your life's presence would decrease your anxiety, but it seems like the exact opposite happens with them.

Nobdoy forced them to do the pap walk in Central Park or get photographed on their way to Scarlett's party. Nobody asked him to upload the scare videos or to post those pictures and videos on Valentine's Day. He could've kept this relationship private just like all of his previous ones, but they need to sell a narrative.

Both of them look stiff and uncomfortable every single time they are together, and I'd be incredibly hurt if my partner was okay with our age gap behind closed doors but was ashamed of it in public. And this applies to both of them.

The only thing I think he is worried about is that people think he is like them because he is associated with them.

#majaloveschris #chris and alba pr #chris and alba relationship #chris and alba disneyland #chris and alba in nyc #cevans-love #scarlett's christmas party

[spamgyu]

SVT & Brands I would love them to work with // HHU

I talk so much crap about fashion on here and i have been asked by a few people to pair them up with designers I think they would be good with or I would love to see them work with. 🤧

Doing this in units because tumblr wont let me post more than 30 images at a time.... and for once, 13 men in one group actually seems like a lot.

disclaimer: this is based on the runways of the brands in the past 2-4 years (some brands will go as far back as 4 years mostly bc i love them sm... some are two years bc i didn't like their creative directors until recent). also i h@t3 k3nz0 but hearing how vernon talks about the brand im choosing to accept his soul binding contract with them. this is also based on if they were to actually have a similar contract like vernon does with kenzo with these brands. meaning they would wear these brands 90% of the time not just for brand events (which is most likely rare bc of how crazy expensive and limiting it is. but just entertain my ideas for this one time)

SEUNGCHEOL – Sacai

Look I know we were expecting me to have him for Vetements or Off White.... And I thought so too. But then I think I want to see him in an elevated version of the silhouettes he sticks close too (boxy/baggy) I think Sacai still has the streetwear aspects of his style all while testing the waters in terms of what we usually sees him ass. Because listen... we've seen the possibilities when he does editorial shoots.

WONWOO – Gucci

Okay listen..... Gucci and Gucci are different. Does that make sense.....? lol Like the Gucci some of us know are 😖 but this Gucci... the one I'm talking about..... It's very 🤌🏼🤌🏼 lmfao Anyways look, Wonwoo is a clean polished guy. He like simple outfits, clean lines, not too flashy – but he also looks good in color. I think this brand will look so so so good on him especially if they were to pull pieces that matches his stage presence well. The potential we would have... wow wow

MINGYU - Givenchy

The day Mingyu and learns how to dress according to proportions and realizes that he can look clean and polished all while mixing texture/prints.... is the day my world will look like it has sunshine rainbows and butterflies Givenchy is literally the perfect brand for him because I know how much he loves his colors and I know how much he loves looking polished when it comes to formal event. It's a brand that I think he could take and run with for at least 2 years.

VERNON - Acne Studios

I will die on this hill.Vernon has always been a fan of rock and before THAT BRAND got him, he showed hints of how he is able to mix his taste in music into his clothes. THAT BRAND is also tied to his music taste, and his appreciation to HipHop – but PLS ROCKER!Vernon .... pls...Like imagine we got Johnny AND Vernon last FW??? bruv...... I want to- (gunshot)ALSO I KNOW THEIR RUNWAYS ARE SO ................... LOUD AND INTIMIDATING but listen....... individually, and styled for dailywear... it's doable.JUST LISTEM TO ME

#once again not debating any of this jk u can but still listen this took me like 4 hours #sg: fash

[enassbraid]

HII im request this, because i love ur writing sm<333

but what if akito x f!reader

but the readers a idol and shes kinda popular, so shes has a lot of boys hitting on her in school and akito gets jealous.

-> “𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞?”

He knew this would be a common occurrence when he started dating you… but do these guys seriously not see him holding your hand while they flirt?

With Akito Shinonome | Genre - fluff

Cw) cursing, mean jealous people boooo, jealous akito is not one of them

Akito knew what he was getting himself into. He had to after all. You- a popular idol known all around the country, who can be recognized from a mile away, with him, an average guy. You both went over it several times before it was made official, though you refused to let him refer to himself as “an average guy.”

You and Akito attempted to keep it on the low, but the paparazzi sees everything apparently. No amount of disguises and wigs could keep you hidden from at least one skeptical eye, even at an underground live house. But today the simple wig and glasses seemed to do the trick.

It took every ounce of self control in you to avoid cheering, not wanting your voice to get recognized. But when your boyfriend hit a perfect high note- you couldn’t help the loud cheer of enthusiasm and excitement you let out. A few heads turned, but they didn’t pay any mind until…

“Hey- you sound a lot like (Full Name), and now that I look at you-“ a random crowd member said. You couldn’t bear to keep listening, hoping if you ignored him he’d leave it be.

While he might have left it be in that moment, he was certainly determined to find out whether it was really you or not, even after the event ended. Going as far as to follow you backstage…

You immediately jumped on Akito once you saw him, praising him and how well he did on stage tonight. Of course praising his fellow group members, but mainly Akito. Giggles erupted from An as everyone watched the ginger go beet red. Assuming no one was around to see this, he tugged your wig off along with the net.

Your real locks fell into place like dominoes. ‘That’s better’ he thinks, preferring your natural self over any disguise you have.

The other members of Vivid Bad Squad already knew who you were, and found it less odd due to An’s connection with Haruka Kiritani. It felt a little surreal at first, but they’ve become accustomed to your presence over a short period of time. So of course you and Akito were okay with being open about your relationship around them.

As long as no other witnesses are around… which unfortunately wasn’t the case this time. The man’s camera snapped a bit, taking off before any of you could notice.

The next day was absolute hell.

All eyes were on you in the halls of Kamiyama High School. But not the same stares you usually got, no no no. These stares were full of… disgust. Did you do something that didn’t fit their image of you? Everything was normal yesterday, what happened since then?

Whispers grew louder the closer you got to a certain green eyed male. Louder… louder… louder… and louder.

“Was the idol status seriously not enough for them? They just have to have a boyfriend as well?”

“He’s gonna drag their reputation through the mud, just watch..”

“I bet I’m a better match for them.”

“They’re getting too spoiled…”

You kept your head low until you reached the one you were looking for, the only person you wanted to look for.

“We need to talk.” He said, keeping his head low just like you while still trying to look at you.

You followed him to an empty classroom, silently praying in your head this isn’t going to end up with a heart split in half. Dread filled your stomach the longer he took to talk.

He finally broke the silence. “People- no, someone saw us, last night. Took a picture and everything.”

Your eyes went wide with shock. You could have sworn no one was around, no one else but Akito and his teammates. Someone was there that whole time? Or just long enough to get a picture as evidence you and the street singer had a thing?

“And everyone saw it?” You asked.

Akito nodded his head, avoiding eye contact. He felt ashamed of himself. Everything he’s heard today revolved around your reputation- how he’s going to ruin it. Others going as far as to say you’re too good to even be in his presence. He can’t help but wonder now if these things are true.

You however, seem to notice his distress. You gently rubbed his cheek in a reassuring way. If there’s one good thing that’s come out of all this, it’s that you don’t need to be as wary about PDA anymore.

“Whatever happens next, we have each other, yeah?” You say, not needing any response from Akito to know he agrees.

You two give a look of reassurance to each other before walking out the classroom door, hand in hand. The whispers got louder, but neither of you cared. After all, in days time this will all be forgotten about. Hopefully.

For some reason, Akito felt more dread while he held your hand. Your touch was the most comforting thing in the world to him- but he couldn’t help but feel as if someone was plotting something. It was unnerving.

He’s grown used to the whispers, the stares, and even the direct remarks over the past few days. But today felt different. People were eyeing him more than they were eyeing you, and the whispers included his name more than usual.

“Is something wrong, ‘Kito?” You asked, concern written all over your face.

“Not really, just a bit annoyed. Wish these guys would just… shut up. You know?” Of course you knew. You probably knew more than him anyways, dealing with rumors for so many years.

You chuckled softly, distracting you enough for you to not notice a new presence approaching.

The guy looked like he was up to no good. His hands in his pockets and a smug look on his face set alarms off in Akito’s mind immediately. What could he possibly want with you, or him?

You seemed to finally notice him, turning your head and raising a brow. “Can I help you?” You asked with your typical idol facade.

“Actually, you can. You see there’s a party going on at my place tonight, and it’d be great if you came. I already told some people you’d be there with me, so I kinda need you to.”

‘Hell no’ Akito thought. It was wrong enough he told people you’d be there when you lost certainly weren’t, but the nerve to ask just you to this party in front of him? Your boyfriend? He knew what this guy was up to, and he didn’t like it.

“I don’t think I should be at any parties, especially with-“ Akito cut you off.

“They can’t go man, fuck off.” His tone was harsher than normal, emphasizing his point even more.

“Who do you think your telling to fuck off, Shinonome? Surely you don’t think they’re better off spending the evening with you?” The guy’s posture straightened even more, his stance seemingly gettin defensive.

“Actually I do think that. I don’t think they should go to any party of yours, especially without me. So if you’ll excuse us…” Akito tugged your hand, pulling you away from the commotion. It didn’t take a genius to know he was frustrated.

He didn’t care if it was the middle of the school day, you and him were going home. You two could use a break after the week you’ve had.

Quietly opening the front door to avoid alerting Ena, he made his way inside the house alongside you. Throwing off your shoes and hanging his bag, you made your way to the living room.

“I… I heard things about that guy… it took me a bit to realize it was him, but I knew it was as soon as he went on about that party.” Akito sighed and took a breath before continuing. “He messes with other guys by getting close to their partners… I know Someone in my class who’s girl cheated on him with that dude.”

You understood now, he wasn‘r frustrated cause the guy was trying to use you for a party, he was frustrated cause he was trying to take you from him. You took Akito’s hand for the nth time that day, rubbing small circles on the back with your thumb.

“I didn’t have any intentions on going with him, especially without you. I also have no intentions in ever leaving you, for anyone. You got that?” Akito nodded and let his head fall on your shoulder. He wasn’t sure what he was so jealous for, but he felt better now that his mind is clear.

“We had a long week, why don’t we take a nap here?”

“That sounds nice.” Akito replied. Already pulling you down with him on the couch before shutting his eyes. He didn’t seem to care you and guys were still in school uniform, and honestly that seemed to be the last of his concerns.

He couldn’t care less if he was sleeping in his school uniform. As long as you were next to him, it was okay.

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