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baileypie-writes · 4 months

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hii so can you do a velvet x fem!reader where reader is #2 artist on the charts and velvet expects her to be super competitive but really, reader just admires and idolizes velvet and they get together over time. pretty please and thank you :) <3

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~In Love with my Idol~

Velvet x Fem!Pop Star!Reader

Part 2 here!

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Friends to romantic

Synopsis: Velvet was expecting to meet her rival, but as it turns out, you idolize her.

Warnings: None!

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“So, I finally get to see you in person, huh? You look pretty much the same in your pictures.” Velvet thought as she spotted you from across the clothing store.

You were the second most popular pop star. Your songs were always right under her’s on the charts. Velvet thought you were a pretty good singer, but obviously not as good as herself. Who knew she would see you in such a random place?

“Shoot, she saw me. Is she gonna come over here? Oh god, she is.” Velvet silently panicked a bit. She prepared herself for a less-than-friendly conversation with you. After all, anyone would be rude talking to the person who always beats them.

“Oh my gosh, hey Velvet! It’s me, (name)! Wow, I can’t believe I get to finally meet you! And here, of all places.” You laughed. Velvet was thrown slightly aback by your enthusiastic greeting.

“Oh, uh, hi.” She greeted back, trying to seem cool. Your eyes sparkled in admiration.

“I um… I just wanted to say that you’re such a big inspiration to me!”

What? “A big inspiration”? Where was the passive aggressive comment?

“Oh, really?” Velvet’s ice cold exterior was slowly melting away at your warm aura.

“Yeah! You’re the main reason I got into making music in the first place.” Your face turned a bit red, and your expression became more shy. “Ok, this is kind of embarrassing to ask, but can I get your autograph?”

That was the last thing Velvet expected to come out of your mouth. But nonetheless, she happily obliged.

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It’s been a few months since your meeting, and your relationship has only gone uphill. The two of you had become very close friends.

Velvet was still a bit shocked at your lack of competitiveness. Whenever her song was, once again, number one on the charts, you’d be the first to congratulate her. And there wasn’t a hint of bitterness. You even occasionally asked her for some advice, and Velvet loves being your mentor.

Velvet often found herself thinking about you at the most random times. And whenever you two locked eyes during concerts, whether it’s hers or yours, she found that she didn’t want to look away.

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You two were hanging out in the lounge backstage, just about ten minutes before you had to go on. You were visibly nervous. Your hands were shaking as you tried to apply the last of your makeup.

Tired of watching you struggle, Velvet took the mascara from your hands, and applied it for you.

“I’m surprised you still get nervous before concerts.” She teased.

“Oh, it’s not the concert I’m nervous about.” You said.

Velvet raised an eyebrow, and put the mascara down on the vanity. “Then what is it?”

You prepared yourself, taking a deep breath. “Okay.” You whispered to yourself, before speaking directly to her. “Velvet, I think you’re awesome. You’ve been, like, my idol for a long time, and thanks to your advice and support, I believe I’ve truly improved. You mean a lot to me so…” You look another deep breath. “Do you wanna go out with me?”

You avoided eye contact with Velvet, preparing yourself for a possible rejection. But instead, you got a lighthearted chuckle.

“Looks like you finally beat me at something.”

Your heart rejoiced, beating twice as fast as before. You took a step closer to hug her, but your action was interrupted by the door opening.

It was your manager. “(name)! You’re on in two minutes!”

“Oh, ok.” You turned towards Velvet, giving an apologetic smile.

“It’s fine, we can talk later. Go on.” She lightly patted your shoulder.

You nodded, and waved goodbye before exiting the room.

You’d never thought you’d say this, but you couldn’t wait for your concert to be over!

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~~baileypie-writes

#trolls 3 band together #trolls 3 #trolls 3 x reader #trolls 3 velvet #trolls velvet #velvet x reader #velvet x fem reader #velvet x female reader

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seullovesme · 3 months

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cockwarming w/ irene bae

pairing ⥬ g!p!irene x reader

genre ⥬ smut

warnings ⥬ sex, slight innocence kink

(nsfw under the cut btw)

just cuddling with irene, listening to her rambling away about her day and how much fun she had because she knows you'll listen to her even if it was nonsense. you discover her love for sudoku and you ask if she could do some with you.

she gets excited and brings out the sudoku book she started, telling you about how easy the first few levels were for her, trying her best to impress you which worked. she begins doing her thing as you compliment her, saying that you're so proud of your smart girl.

but because your girl is skilled, she finished the entire book with some of your help. she's so happy and wishes that you could do more together. this obviously results in you buying a ton of sudoku books because what the bae wants, the bae gets!

irene seated at her desk located in your room, innocently going through her new sudoku book in her sweats with a thin long-sleeve shirt on, when you spot her. she's adorable and you couldn't just stand and admire from afar.

you sit on her lap facing the desk and kiss her cheek, telling her to continue playing. she complies and goes back to filling the boxes with their designated numbers though she's curious on what you're planning to do.

you pull her sweats to her knees, shushing her when she gasped, telling her to put all of her focus on her game. she was trying to stay focused, but your hand on her now hard cock was definitely not helping in the slightest. she stopped and put down her pen when you began to sink down on her, grabbing your waist to guide you.

she was drowning in pleasure from feeling your velvety walls engulf her whole length like it was nothing, and she couldn't hold in her pretty sounds 😵‍💫😵‍💫

you took her hands off of you and put them onto the table. "come on bae... be a good girl and finish up your game. i told you to focus on it didn't i?" you shifted a little to adjust your sitting position, making the sensitive girl under you whimper. she can only obey your command as she took the pen and studied the puzzle carefully, trying to work as fast as she could.

despite her efforts, you could tell she was working slower than she normally was, only spotting a few mistakes that she had made due to her being so distracted. it was cute hearing her struggle to refrain from moving around.

eventually, she completed the whole board and hugged your back, hoping you'd allow her to start railing the shit out of you. her hopes couldn't get very high as you interrupted her thoughts.

"good job! shall we start another?" you grinned and flipped the page, revealing a new one for her to do.

sorry it took a while to post i didnt realize i hit save to drafts instead of post LMFAO also i didnt edit 😞

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3131 · 2 months

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#veneer #velvet and veneer #trolls veneer #veneer x reader #veneer x fem reader #gay #trolls movie #trolls band together #trolls 3 #dreamworks trolls #trolls dreamworks #veneer trolls #veneer x kid ritz #ritzneer

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seulgiwifeee · 2 months

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craving irene fluff where she gets mad at you for switching your fabric softener because she loved the smell of your original one (cuz yk the girl knows her scents)

ugh just the idea of irene being so cute is bugging me

♡ Member: Irene x Femreader

♡ Theme: Fluff

♡ Warnings: None

Word count: 1.8k

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Irene happily arrived at your apartment complex early that Friday morning, coming over as quickly as she possibly could, not wanting to spare any more seconds that she could've been using to spend with you—the girl who she loved the most in the whole world!

"Princesss!" you yelled out gleefully, definitely loud enough to have pissed off your sleeping neighbors, as you stood highly on your patio, leaning over the railing and frantically waved down at the approaching Irene. Irene heard your calls and looked up, her eyes lighting up in an instant once she spotted you up there and flailed her arms while wildly hopping all around childishly as she cheered out your name.

A smile never left her face, her contagious laughter echoing throughout the complex when she jogged up those two-story stairs like nothing within a matter of seconds. The moment she turned to corner to your apartment number, just barely a few feet from your door, you ran up to her, immediately greeting the small girl in with your strong embrace.

Irene hugged you back just as tight, snuggling her head deeply into the coziness of your fluffy sweater—the one you had purposefully slipped on last minute while you were in the middle of folding laundry, remembering it was one of her favorite items of yours when spotting it out in the clutter of clothes.

This was one of your very few free weekends rather than your usual hectic schedule—no work, classes, or special events you needed to go to—so of course the only logical thing you had to do was invite your girl to stay over for the weekend!

You and Irene were, unfortunately, dating long distance due to studying at different colleges that were hours away from each other, so that meant you two normally didn't get to see each other in person for any more than two times, if a miracle struck you, maybe three times, every two weeks, and for this particular time, the last she'd seen you was close to around four weeks, almost a month! So there wasn't a thing that could describe how happy you two were to finally be in each other's arms again.

"I've missed you so much, Y/N, you don't understand! I think I was actually about to go insane if I wasn't able to see you anytime sooner!" Irene stressed to you, her voice growing muffled speaking into your chest and dug her newly manicured nails into your lower back as she held on to you tighter. You chuckled, smiling warmly looking down at her and ran your fingers through the silkiness of her dark hair. "I've missed you so much too!"

Irene lifted her head back, gazing up at you with those pretty doll-like brown eyes and shone her signature half-toothy smile, but all of a sudden, her once soft expression contorted into a grimace, frowning and flaring her nostrils up at you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, also frowning at the girl. "What's wrong?"

Irene continued to flare her nose, leaning her head back into you and sniffing at your sweater. "Nothing."

"Are you sure? Do I smell bad or something?" you asked teasingly, though quickly reconsidered your question the longer it took her to deny it. "No.." Irene trailed off, not sounding convincing in any way, and slowly backed away from you, reaching down to pick up her bag.

"Alright then.." You tilted your head at her with a confused smile, looking side to side unsurely while scratching your neck, now feeling the abrupt change of atmosphere weigh down on you.

"I'm just going to put my stuff up now," Irene said and began to walk away down the hall, but you were quick to stop her. "No! I got it, let me do it for you, your highness!" You grabbed her duffel bag and gestured your hand towards the living room. "Please, sit! And when I come back I'll make you lunch."

"Okay," Irene smiled. "But just know I'm going to be making it."

Your lips pursed, pausing in your tracks and turned over to face her again. "But you cook each time you're here, though! Just let me do it!" you whined, but Irene shook her head, continuing to go back and forth with you until she got her final ‘no’ out. "I said NO!"

"Okay fine, sheesh! But seriously next time you're going to let me cook for you," you said finally in defeat, knowing you weren't going to win this dispute and walked into your room while Irene smirked widely at you from the couch, trying to hold in a giggle. "I can't promise that."

You brushed her off with a hidden smile, knowing it was all just out of love since you knew that one of her many love languages was cooking for you, and entered your room, unzipping her bag and laid out her clothes. Some relaxing music that was playing on your speaker beforehand continued to run as you organized her items with a peaceful mind, sitting without a thought or worry until..

"—Y/N-AHH!" Your eyes went wide and you jumped, startled from hearing the screeching voice of Irene shouting demandingly through the closed door, dragging out your name in her oh-too-familiar whiny voice. Just by that tone you already knew she found something to be upset at you with, so you quickly stopped your actions and hurried up out of your room, running to the living room where you had expected her to be, though was met with no sign of her presence.

You curled your expression, turning your head towards a door leading to a room that you knew wasn't opened before—the laundry room. Taking that as an obvious sign, you quickly ran over there and flung open the cracked door, instantly locking your eyes on Irene's crotched-down figure sitting in front of the dryer messing with your clean laundry, a shirt held in each of her hands while she deeply sniffed at one of them.

Your brain didn't even get a chance to question the sight in front of you because within seconds of you being upon the doorway—once she had turned around after hearing the footsteps of you nearing the room—she gave you no time to think, charging towards you with heavy steps and shoved the warm t-shirt right into your face. "What is this?!"

You stumbled back, blindly taking hold of the shirt and removed it from your face. You narrowed your eyes down, scanning over the print on the graphic tee and shook your head slow and unsurely, furrowing your eyebrows even more in confusion as you wondered why your lover was so worked up. "A.. t-shirt?.." you muttered, not exactly sure as to what other answer Irene was expecting to hear.

Irene sharply rolled her eyes, snatching the shirt from you and forced it back deeper into your face, slightly suffocating you with the soft cotton. "Not that! The smell! What's with the smell?!" Irene demanded, placing her hands on her hips and speedily tapped her foot on the marble floor.

When she was forcing the shirt in your face, you were given no choice but to smell it as you aired in a dramatic inhale trying to gasp out for air, letting the pungent scent of sweet roses flow throughout your mouth and nose. The shirt fell onto the floor and instead of picking it up, you left it there, shooting Irene a look with so much confusion; it was literally the definition of what a series of question marks would look like if it was put into a facial expression. "What do you mean, baby?! It doesn't smell bad..or at least not to me.. it's just roses. You don't like roses now?"

"Not when they replace the lavender scent you always have! You knew that was my favorite scent! Why would you get rid of it?!" Irene pouted, crossing her arms and turned her back to you with a tiny "hmph," too upset to look even at you.

A few seconds went by and suddenly the static in your brain cleared up once everything clicked to you, realizing all of this attitude and bickering was only because you for once decided to be different and changed up your fabric softener; which you, by the way, weren't even planning on doing in the first place, but since the store was sold out of your usual scent, which wasn't a big deal for you, you just simply bought the next container your eyes spotted. You didn't even think she was going to notice something as little as that! But you should've known better than to underestimate the Bae Joohyun.

You couldn't even take her anger seriously anymore, chortling a loud cackle at her bratty attitude and threw your shirt into the laundry basket. Looking at an angry Irene is like someone drawing slanted eyebrows on a bunny, it only made her cuter.

You crept up a few steps behind Irene, snaking your arms around your girlfriend's waist and pulled her into your chest. "Joohyun, seriously?" you snickered into her ear, "are you seriously this mad that I changed up my laundry detergent to another stupid scent?"

"It's not stupid!" Irene retorted, keeping her chin up high, "How am I supposed to cuddle with you at night if can't even seek comfort in the thing that makes me smile, brings me joy, helps put me to sleep! I can't, Y/N. You know, this is really serious for me."

You laughed some more, your body ticked from her cuteness and rolled your eyes with a smile while Irene only frowned deeper at you. "Oh, Joohyun. You really are something.." you sighed, shaking your head and leaned your face into her neck.

"Do you want me to rebuy that scent? Will that cheer you up?"

Irene's eyes flashed open. "What kind of question is that?! Obviously!" Irene turned around and took a hold of your wrist, dragging you two out of the room, towards the front door. "Matter of fact, we're getting it right now," Irene insisted with every bit of determination and seriousness, not caring one bit that you were still in your house clothes.

But you didn't care either, as long as you were going to make Irene happy in the end. You'll do anything to please your princess, even when it's for things as petty as this.. "Right now?" you asked with a sigh and Irene nodded firmly, squeezing onto your wrist tighter and used her other hand to grab her keys from the counter as she walked by.

You sucked your teeth, looking up and biting back a smile once the winter breeze swirled past you as you felt yourself continuing to get dragged out of the apartment. "Alright, princess."

I kinda don't like how I wrote this :(.. but I hope this was cute and funny enough for you,, also can you guys tell that I love writing the princess pet name? hehe

— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১

#red velvet #irene red velvet #kpop imagines #red velvet imagines #kpop #wlw #fem reader #irene #bae joohyun #bae joohyun x reader #irene imagines #irene x reader #kpop fanfic #kpop gg #fluff #request

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be-missed · 1 month

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Find You Again (Drabble)

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

(pictures not mine)

Summary: Four months post-breakup, Y/N "swiftly" moved on, entangled with a rising singer. Jenna, still raw from their shattered romance, covertly attended Y/N's performance at Coachella Valley Music. The echo of Y/N's new song sliced through her soul like a knife, reigniting her heartbreak with an unbearable intensity.

Warnings: curse words, notify me if there are any

A/N: This is a backstory. A new song released by Wendy, so listen to it if you can!

Song: His Car Isn't Yours // WENDY

Masterlist

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"Do you wanna go around to get some food?" Mia asked Jenna, obviously trying to get her away from the stage where Y/N will perform in a few. The both of you planned this; You will perform your first ever stage in Coachella while she watch you. But it turns out that the world has other plans for the both of you.

You broke up with each other four months ago, but you are now dating a rising singer for two months. It fucking hurt, really. It hurt Jenna so deep. She never heard from you after you dropped off her things in her house and she went away to do filming.

"No, uhm, you go ahead, I'm not really hungry" Jenna smiled timidly to her sister. Mia nodded and leaves Jenna alone at their spot, near enough to watch you clearly, but far enough to not be seen.

Five minutes later, the crowd are cheering for your opening song. Jenna was watching you sing, reminiscing those days where the both of you were in a studio and she was the only person that gets to hear your masterpiece. She wants to gatekeep you actually, she doesn't want anyone thinking that they wanted to be yours. Because you are only hers and she's only for you.

She remembers how she drives to your house, picking you up, driving fast in the highway and driving slow through the suburbs. She remembers how you were always waiting up in your driveway waiting for her car to park in front so that you can greet her. Jenna sometimes parks her car on the other side of the street just to surprise you, but hell she wonders how you still noticed where she is parked.

A tear fell from her eyes, she wiped it up fast, not wanting to be seen. She hates herself right now, she hates how she is so hung up on you while you were out there dating some dude. Jenna thought to herself, "Did some force take you because I didn't pray?" because if it did, right here, right now, she'll be on her knees begging that things aren't real and she's just dreaming.

Your voice break her thoughts when you said "So this song is for someone... that has been a part of my life. A big part actually." You bitterly smiled, Jenna saw the camera focused on you, it didn't go unnoticed that you were actually finding someone in the crowd. You continue to speak "So uhm, if you are ever here, this is for you."

Jenna is nervous, because it's either you sing a song about that dude or your gonna sing about her. But she doesn't want to get her hopes high, so she did some breathing exercises to ground herself when the intro of the song started.

You start singing the song, it was... a sad one. A song that is actually about you and her. The moon is taking over the sun making the venue a tad bit darker, making the fans lit up the flashlights on their phone.

You moved to the center of the stage, closer to the people that are watching you. Scanning every possible face that your low resolution eyes can see. Trying so hard to find Jenna, because she promised. She promised she'll watch your first performance in Coachella.

Am I supposed to find someone

Makes me feel how I felt?

I'm trying think it's time that

I try again with someone new

The stream of tears on Jenna's face is now continuous, no matter how hard she tried to stop herself, she just couldn't. No one knew the relationship that you two had, no one knew that the two of you are connected. The both of you are rising stars in each track that you take, but the both of you are still not famous enough to break the internet with some dating rumors.

Now it's eight o'clock and I'm waiting on

This good guy to come pick me up

I just wanna have a good night

He's pulling up, oh my God, I see the headlights

And he opens my door but his car isn't yours

It's not you anymore in my driveway

It isn't you drivers seat on the highway

It isn't you on your way every Friday

And I hate that it hurts that his car isn't yours, yeah

But that car isn't yours

No, his car isn't yours

Yeah

The bridge hit every part of Jenna's heart that screams your name, which absolutely every part of her entire being. After your break up, she just drive past your house just to see if you are awake, to see if your dining room light is on, or just to see you in your driveway waiting for her.

Now it's 2 AM, he just dropped me off

Asked if he could come in, I told him maybe not

Then he asked what he did, I said that nothing's wrong

It wasn't your car

The song ended in a sad beat with you thanking everybody on your team, the festival, and the audience that watched you. Sad to say, you ended your set with a broken heart. You were happy, of course, being able to perform on a big music festival with a lot of people that can support you and listen to your music. But Jenna wasn't there, you didn't see Jenna standing on her spot, rooted there like she was planted.

But that car isn't yours

No, his car isn't yours, mmm-mmm

Eh-yeah, mmm, yeah

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A/N: Chapter 3 is not still finished but here is a drabble for Find You Again. If you have any drabble ideas for Find You Again, just send it! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader #fanfic #fiction #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #tara carpenter x reader #findyouagain #wednesday x you #jenna marie ortega #wendy #red velvet #wendy red velvet

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alldoll3dup · 4 months

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໑୧﹒★﹒Velvet as your girlfriend - Headcanon's ᰍ﹒∿

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - You are the girlfriend of the famous Velvet, what must it be like to date such an incredible celebrity like her? (the troll thing didn't happen)

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Trolls

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - FEM!Reader, fluff, swearing, jealousy

- Velvet never uses your real name, she only calls you by silly nicknames like "Star", "Sweetie" and even some that she makes up herself

- You know Velvet is annoyed with you when she uses your real name (it is really scary)

- I don't think Velvet is the most affectionate person in the world, but she definitely gives you kisses and bites at random times.

- You can't be distracted for a minute because Velvet will attack your neck with bites

- When you hug, or show affection, at first she complains, but when you let her go, she pulls you back again

- Her love language is words of affirmation (for her), gifts (for you and her), and quality time (for you and her)

- Velvet loves spending time with you, the two of you hugging each other talking or gossiping about random things

- You and Velvet tend to gossip a lot, about Crimp, people from the artistic world, people that Velvet hates (half the planet)

- She loves when you tell her how much you love her and that she's amazing, Velvet doesn't show it, but she's very insecure that you might leave her for someone better one day, so you constantly tell her how incredible she is

- This girl will spoil you so much! To the point that if you go out together and you look at something she buys three of the same thing to give you

- Did a new cell phone come out? You already have, Have you told her the things you like? The next day she appears with several of the same thing

- But if you give Velvet a gift? She will be completely embarrassed, she can buy whatever she wants, but seeing you making the effort to give her a gift? You've already won that girl heart

- Especially if you draw her

"Hey, Vel look, I drew you!"

"MARRY ME JAHWJEIEJR"

- She has a special shelf for the things you give her (she even keeps the flowers 😭)

- Better consider yourself as sub-celebrity dating Velvet, she will create an instagram page just to post cute couple photos with you

- She writes songs dedicated to you and literally talks about you everywhere, she wants everyone to know how amazing her girlfriend is

- If someone treats you badly or be rude to you, they may consider themselves as Velvet's mortal enemys

- She deletes all the bad comments about you and sometimes tells her fans to attack people that talk bad about you

"Little star dont care about what they say, you're perfect!"

"What are you talking about, Vel?"

"Shhhhh dont worry, I already ended their lives"

- When you go out together she is always holding your hand or glued to you

- But if she is not with you, you can be sure that you will be surrounded by bodyguards, she cares a lot about you and your safety

- If you are an artist you will have several feats with Velvet, everything you post she shares everywhere

- She loves your kisses and hugs, especially before a show, she believes it brings her luck

- You two do skin care together every morning, it has become routine

- Velvet trusts you to do her makeup, according to her you are the best makeup artist in the world

- Velvet also loves doing your hair, she plays with it and tries out some hairstyles on you

- Every morning when she wakes up and every night before going to sleep, Velvet waits for you little kiss (another thing that is part of the routine)

- You and Velvet are soulmates, most people are afraid of one day displeasing one of you two, because your judgment is super accurate

- I believe jealous Velvet destroys lives

- She will literally humiliate the person who is making her jealous, did someone flirt with you? Velvet ruins their reputation while holding onto your waist with a death glare at the person

"Who do you think you are? Look at you, an dumbass trying to flirt with my girlfriend"

- When you finally managed to get Velvet away from the person she would ask you a million questions "Sweetie why did you let they talk to you like that? Don't you love me?"

- She is always the big spoon, even if you are taller than her (which I find difficult)

- She probably teases you sometimes like are you missing her after a long show? Prepare to be teased "Oh so my little cutie can't be without me for a long time?" (she missed you a lot too)

- She always wants to be in control of everything, are you going to do something? Ask Velvet first and don't disobey her

▐ Hello y'all! I loved writing this, I was smiling like an idiot while writing LOL

▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ^^

★ Requests are open!

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls velvet #velvet trolls #velvet x reader #headcannons #fluff #fem reader #trolls x reader

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lexischococoveredblueberries · 4 months

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˚୨୧⋆yes, & i love you｡˚ ⋆— pt 2

velvet x FEM!reader

• one shot

• fluff

• light angst

after an overwhelming confession between your “situation-ship” with velvet, both of you take a break from being close. in the midst of your healing, velvet begins to come to a realization that — absolutely nothing is the same without you. frustrated and still deeply in love, in advance of deranged texts from a velvet that hates admitting her feelings, you as always attend a performance of hers that goes terribly wrong.

the girls heart seems to ease by your awaited attention — and yours seems to tense by the threat of trust. will she make up, or live by her same fears?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。. ・.

VELVETS POV.

four months.

it had been four months since the incident between

me and her. was i counting? i didn’t know, i just

knew. the time that passed was slow, very utterly

slow, and each performance that came and went

i mourned knowing that there would be no smiles or

mutual shrieks of excitement backstage. and really, i

genuinely tried not to think of it — to think of her. the

more i pondered about her , the further i felt guilt and

vomit creep up my throat , and it didn’t matter what i

was doing in the moment.

i couldn’t act this this. i shouldn’t blame this on

myself, guilt and uncertainty can’t be the first thing

on my mind or something anyone could read off my

face. pretending to not care is my best bet, only

seeing her as a stylist and maybe a planner would

keep my career safe and drama-free.

my hands wrapped around a cup of orange pekoe

tea, my heart seemed to twist to the pit of my

stomach.

oh, but how the thought of her voice and hands had

me in a trance. oh, how it hurt.

nails gritting on the mug, my fingertips burned and i

jerked them away, spilling a small amount of the hot

fluid on my white vanity. grimacing, i scurried to find

a cloth.

the door to the dressing room then opened, and

there stood y/n, watching as i was searching. i looked

to her for a moment , only a moment, because god

forbid any longer i would start saying shit i’m not

supposed to.

clipboard in hand, she walked over to the vanity and

pulled a tissue from her pocket, beginning to wipe up

the spilt tea that would’ve started to stain if left any

longer. i watched her as she didn’t say a word, just

cleaning with a straight face. oh, don’t stare, velvet.

don’t feel.

she threw the tissue in the garbage can and looked to

me. straightening my posture, i brushed my hair out

of my face. “thank you.” i mumbled, beginning to

take clips and bobby pins out of my hair. the tension

and every physical shift of our bodies was

unbearable, like we were made of rust trying not to

make any sound. it was gross and unnerving and a

lump formed in my throat. sitting at the vanity chair

once more, the routine began.

y/n took my hair apart, running her fingers gently

through the curls and dried gel. she took micellar

water to my face delicately with cotton pads i closed

my eyes as this proceeded, though every cell in my

body told me to open them and begin a

conversation. but that wasn’t right.

everything felt out of place. shit. why? why couldn’t

things be normal? why was this a big deal?

not even realizing my discomfort , i let out a

strangled sound in my throat which caused her to

stop and look at me in the mirror. “you alright?”

am i alright no i’m not alright god i just want to apologize and hold your hand and be okay and be with you and be girls god god help me i’m sorry don’t hate me do i talk too much oh oh could you sm —

“yes.” i blurted and stood up quickly , grabbing

everything and attempting to keep my composure. i

didn’t look at her twice before darting straight out of

the room and stumbling down the stairs. the tears

were hot and flowing , cursing to myself silently for

being so pathetic.

i was my own worst enemy.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・

YOUR (2ND) POV.

you were aggravated by velvets behaviour. was she

ignoring you or trying to get your attention? being

smart or clueless? definitely not clueless. she was

smarter than that. you hated how you couldn’t tell

with her sometimes. but that’s exactly what drew you

to her — you could never guess. but of course you

didn’t let yourself get too wound up, it had been

almost 5 months since then, and you were so close

to being completely over it. over her.

or, well, that’s what you were trying to get yourself to

believe.

you arrived home around midnight after the

performance, in every way exhausted. once through

your door and in the kitchen, you went to pour

yourself a glass of red wine. you didn’t drink, at all

really, the bottle had been a gift , but right now you

needed something. after a long swig, you stared out

the living room window for a moment. then your

phone buzzed. multiple times.

picking it up, the bright light making you squint in

the darkness of your kitchen, you seen velvets name.

your heart skipped a beat as desperate messages

popped up;

“i miss yiu y/n.”

“everythimg hurrs without you”

“i can’t llook at f/c wiyhout feeling sick”

“i don’t know i hate feekings”

“thid sucks”

“will you tajk to me i’m sorry”

“i wqs wtong please don’t hate me”

her typos seemed to pull at your heart strings, you

opened the messages to look at them, but put your

phone down. you poured another glass. honestly,

what did she want you to say? oh, it’s no problem vel,

it’s not like you tore my veins out and tied them in a

bow then proceeded to wish i was someone different

then steal my oxygen with a kiss. nope. not at all.

a few minutes passed, and your phone began to ring.

now slightly panicked, you saw velvets name and

contact photo pop up. it was a picture paparazzi had

taken of you two that floated around on the internet,

which was you two smiling and laughing at a public

park that — you remembered, — you had dragged

her to so she could connect with something other

than a camera and makeup. she hated the photo

because she was in her “disguise clothing”, but she

looked as pure as ever.

you shook the memory from your thoughts and

picked up the phone after letting it ring a little and

brought the phone to your ear. you said nothing, only

waiting for her.

“don’t. don’t do that.” you heard a broken voice at the

other end of the call. you paused before answering.

she was definitely crying.

“do what?” you asked monotonously.

“not… answering me. as my — stylist, you should

almost always answer wh —“

“cut the shit velvet.” you snapped but didn’t raise

your voice. you bit your lip and you heard her

whimper quietly.

“i’m really trying.” she whispers that seemed to dart

straight to your heart. “y-you know that i am. this

shit is just — ugh,” she was talking about her

feelings. you felt that same pain in your heart from all

those months ago.

“velvet,” you started, leaning against your fridge and

deeply breathing. “i don’t want to hear this over a

phone. what you did hurt, i don’t know what i can

and can’t believe.” you choked slightly at the end of

your sentence. she was silent, but you heard her

sniffle. your voice lowering right above a whisper,

“if you really want this velvet; say it to my face. look

me in my eye and tell me what you want.” you

asserted.

you heard nothing but distant shaky breathing for a

moment. “goodnight, y/n. we’ll talk tomorrow.” the

like clicked.

you stood there a little while, gazing in the distance.

maybe that was the closure you needed.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・

the next day…

and so the routine began again. getting ready in the

morning, drive to work, getting velvet and veneer

ready for todays performance… nothing new. and

shockingly, seeing velvet didn’t hurt as much as you

thought it would. you felt good about that. now

putting their makeup away , veneer and velvet were

talking.

“vel, are you sure you’ll be okay? you look exhausted.

maybe you should sit just this one out…” veneer said

cautiously.

“no, ven, im fine.” she claimed , lazily putting her

boots on.

“okay, but, you did tell me one time to always prevent

you from performing if you seemed unwell even if

you refused , so —“

“veneer can you just shut the fuck up? i - just - god

please. please.“ she growled , her voice softening

near the end of her sentence. both you and veneer

jumped slightly, and he looked shocked and

slightly hurt. he said nothing, and velvet got up and

left the room. you looked to him who continued to

linger his gaze out the door. he looked at you.

“can you figure something out with her? it sort of

feels like, i lost her.” he said in a concerned tone. you

said nothing, only slightly nodding to try and ease

his mind. sighing, he walked out the door as well. you

followed after a moment of pondering and headed

towards the entrance of the pit.

awaiting for the siblings near the left center crowd,

you started to wonder if velvet would actually be

okay during the performance. you obviously knew

why she was off, but there’s no way she would let

that affect her image. you hoped.

then it was showtime, and you watched as they

presented flawlessly as always. but there was

still something wrong with her. she wasn’t as

smiley and proud like she usually was in front of

her fans, she was smiling, but she almost looked sick.

you bit your lip and didn’t take your eyes off of that

stage. not even half way through the song, that

terrible fear commenced.

“shit.” you said out loud.

velvet seemed to lose balance as she followed the

choreography and her words mashed up. veneer

glanced at her with an obvious worried expression as

he tried to continue , but she was so off that it was

nearly impossible. she seemed to choke on her words

and she just completely stopped dancing, making

eye contact with you. the audience began to turn to

whispered and audible gasps. you could tell she

felt the eyes on her at how she looked around like

she commuted a crime, and before you knew it she

ran backstage. some people began yelling or booing,

veneer trying to speak through his mic to reassure

them that they just needed to take five.

you bolted to that backstage.

security guards and producers were gathered around

a certain spot, where you could make out velvet on

the ground , crying and yelling about something.

pushing through them, she spotted you through her

tears and swatted away people’s hands that tried to

help her.

“no, go, go ! “ she stood up taking in sharp, deep

breaths. looking to you, she tried to yell at the

security guards that wouldn’t lay off. “no! i want —

y/n, y/n take me .. home, i can’t —“

you were nearly instantly by her side, wrapping an

arm around her and taking her through the back exit

— at the same time yelling at producers to call off the

show. once you two were out, she had calmed down

a little as you let her lean against the wall. no words

were spoken as you removed your jacket and

wrapped it around her shoulders , and eventually led

her to your car. her in your passenger seat and you in

the drivers, you looked to her.

“was that about last night?” you asked, your voice

breaking the threatening silence. she looked down at

her lap. “that was about … everything.” she spoke

softly , almost too soft for you to hear. looking

forward, you started the car and left the premises.

the clock read 9:53 PM as you hit the highway.

“am i taking your way or the rest of the highway to

your house?” you asked. she looked to you.

“your place.” she answered. heart fluttering, you

glanced at her. “mine?”

“yeah. we should.. talk.”

and when you did arrive to your house, you both got

out of the car and headed inside, holding open the

door for her in silence. she kept your jacket on, and

you made your way to the kitchen, preparing her tea

that you bought specifically for her. out of nowhere,

you felt something on your shoulder blade and a

hand wrapped around your arm. velvet stood there

with you, more silence, as you made her tea.

quiet was important with her, you found. she was

very voluble and it was hard to have a gentle moment

with her, but recently you noticed she allowed

things to be silent. you didn’t complain.

you turned around to face her and she stepped back

from you, taking the tea you offered, but she just

put it on the counter. you didn’t care, all you cared

about was looking into her eyes. you began;

“what did you want to talk about?”

velvet gulped and shook her head. “y/n. honestly,

everything is so.. terrible. terrible without you. and

god i hate to admit that i’m struggling to live

without someone but it’s so true and — this is so

unfamiliar. it’s almost angering but it’s also sweet

but sickening and … and —“ she looked up at you

with wet eyes, her hands extended towards you.

“that kiss.. that kiss was real. and i know i said that

stupid idiotic comment that was very untrue because

i was scared and i was scared of our l-love but now

it’s…” she trailed off, looking to the side. “oh it’s just

so.. you’re so..” she looked back at you, hands

reverting back to near her chest. “it’s just..can

we..?” her head slowly nodding, you didn’t waste

another second to back her up against your counter

and kiss her firmly.

you took her hands that bundled near her heart and

brought them to your face, letting her ease her

palms on your red cheeks. your own hands

held her waist gently as your lips basically

locked on one another, a smooth rhythm comme-

ncing between you two. you felt her tears fall

and hit your cheeks again, and the connection

was reborn. this is what you needed — what she

needed. her hands traveled up to your hair as she

tangled them in it, yours pulling her closer to you.

smiling against her lips, she let out a quiet sob

inside her throat.

pulling away, you planted a few more kisses to her

jaw and neck, running your hands up her back.

her breathing steadied after a minute and you

both looked at each other.

“i don’t want to leave,” she whispered, her glossy

she’s peering up at you.

“don’t.” you replied, wiping her tears with your

thumb. “stay the night, let us love eachother. veneer

will understand.”

she nodded and smiled a smile you haven’t seen in

awhile; which automatically triggered another gentle

kiss. a brief moment passed and you broke it.

“we’re girls, and that’s okay.” you reminded her.

strands of her beautiful green locks stuck to her

wet face. velvet nodded and took your hands,

cupping them on her face.

“the hell was i thinking, i don’t want a man. who

wants a man?” she joked, having you both laugh.

“hm, your brother.” you responded and she snickered

loudly, dropping her head.

“god i love you, y/n.” she said , looking back up. your

stomach churned.

“and i love you, velvet.”

not another word was spoken as you both rested in

your bed, holding each other and sharing long,

intimate kisses as if trying to makeup for the time

you lost.

it was definitely worth the wait.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆

a/n: AHH CHRISTMAS !!! merry chrysler and happy holidays to my beloved fellow mutuals 💋 i had fun writing this whilst listening to waiting room on repeat ..!!! anyway MWAH ily guys eat up

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #veneer x reader #fluff #oneshot #trolls 3 #trolls fandom #trolls fanfic #trolls velvet #velvet x reader #velvet trolls #one shot #fem reader #light angst

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glazedyam · 6 months

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Stressed Out — Irene

WC: 1.09k

Warnings: kinda mean Irene and 6th member!maknae!reader.

—Come on, you guys can do it! — The choreographer cheered on as you practiced the choreography for Russian Roulette.

Right now you were recording the dance practice for Russian Roulette, and the choreographer was making sure that everything was okay so the dance practice would be recorded without incident.

You were going to change to the center, as your part was coming up, but when you were about to take your position, you accidentally tripped over your own foot, falling down with a loud “THUD”.

The members quickly surrounded you as the choreographer stopped the music and came to check on you as well.

—Are you okay (Y/N)?! — Yerim asked.

—I’m okay, I’m okay. — You said quickly, so as to not worry your Unnies any further.

—You fell pretty hard, are you sure you’re okay? — That was Seulgi. You smiled, as your Unnie always seemed to favor you out of all the other members.

—Ah, Unnie, don’t worry, I’m truly okay! — You smiled wider.

Seulgi nodded and proceeded to crouch and give you a head pat, something she’d always done since you were trainees.

At that moment, when Seulgi and Wendy both helped you stand, you felt someone’s heated gaze on you.

You turned around and saw Irene staring at you with candid hatred in her eyes.

—I-Irene Unnie? — You asked, trying (and failing) to hide the tremble in your voice.

—Why do you always ruin everything? — She asked, her voice devoid of any emotion.

—What? — You asked, feeling like you hadn’t heard her right.

She just rolled her eyes and walked away.

—What’s with Irene-Unnie? — You asked Wendy, but when you turned around, none of the members were there behind you, they were talking with the choreographer.

They hadn’t seen your interaction with Irene.

You decided to keep quiet about it, as you didn’t want any of your Unnies to get scolded just because your feelings were a little hurt, so of course you just sucked it up and got ready to continue the recording.

…

It was the day you were going to perform at Inkigayo. You were worried you were going to ruin the choreography again by falling, but Yerim reassured you nothing would ruin your performance, so, with great confidence, you were now killing it on stage.

Your movements were fluid, and your vocals and rap were amazingly stable, so it sufficed to say that you shone the brightest with the concept of Russian Roulette.

At the end of the performance, you were today’s ending fairy, and you smiled brightly at the camera, throwing in a wink and blowing a kiss.

Fans went crazy with that one, and some of them even barked. Weird, was what you all thought.

Anyways, you all went to your camerino and began having lunch, while you waited for your performance to be broadcasted, but while you were eating peacefully and listening to your members talking, you noticed that it was time.

—Look, look! — You almost squealed when you saw you guys were on the TV. —Ahh~, this brings me back to our debut days. — You couldn’t help but let your excitement get the better of you, so you began kicking your feet under the table.

—Stop that. — Irene said with a scowl on her face.

You immediately stopped, looking down at your hands folded over your thighs in embarrassment. You had made a fool out of yourself in front of Irene again.

—Oh my god, we look so good in those outfits! — Joy said, and you proceeded to admire the pleated skirts and red tops. You all looked good, but you couldn’t help but think that a special someone looked better than anyone else.

—Unnie, you look the best out of all of us in that outfit. — You smiled brightly at Irene. She just scoffed and looked away, but you couldn’t help but appreciate that her white face had suddenly become slightly rosy.

You gave her a small smile, and continued eating and listening to your Unnies while they chatted.

…

The night came and the members wanted to go out to celebrate your Russian Roulette win at Inkigayo, but you were too tired to even get out of your room, so you decided to sit this one out.

Surprisingly, Irene also decided to stay behind.

You didn’t bother to ask her why, as you knew she was in a bad mood and she would probably snap at you, so you just stayed in your room watching a tv show on your phone.

You were enjoying the drama until you heard a knock on your door.

—(Y/N)? Can I come in? — It was Irene. Her voice sounded strangely soft.

—Yes! — You said a little too enthusiastically.

She opened the door, revealing her small figure. She looked… so strangely beautiful under your room's dim lighting.

—(Y/N)… — She began, and you gulped. What had you done now? —I came here to apologize. — She continued.

You blinked twice. W-What? Irene? Apologize? Your prideful leader was finally relenting?

She hugged herself, giving attention to her small, lithe figure. Your eyes wandered over her body, unintentionally, of course, but who could resist her beauty?

—I’ve been really stressed lately, and I took it out on you… It was- wrong. — She sighed deeply.

—It’s okay, Unnie, I understand… —

Giving yourself some time to process what was happening, you didn’t notice when Irene had walked closer to you.

She was small, but something about her now made you forget that detail.

She got even closer and you could feel the heat emanating from her body. It was so… comforting. Familiar, like something you couldn’t remember.

—U-Unnie? — You asked.

She closed the distance between both of you. Her minty breath consumed you, as you both… kissed.

It was a passionate kiss, making you blush. You got so embarrassed by it, you unintentionally bit her lower lip, earning yourself a moan from Irene.

Everything sounded so… similar. Like something you had already experienced, but you just couldn’t put your mind to it right now.

You both separated, she was coughing from the lack of air.

You smiled, and laughed like an idiot.

—Wh-what? — Irene asked, her face red with embarrassment.

—You just kissed me. — You said, the smile still evident in your voice.

—I-I, I just- — Irene stuttered.

—Don’t worry, — you said, kissing her nose. — I like it. — You smiled.

She kissed you one more time, and this time, you didn’t bite her.

Let’s just say… kissing was not the only thing you did that night.

#red velvet irene #red velvet imagines #x reader #fem reader #bae joohyun #irene x reader

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ningvory · 4 months

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♡ the library

welcome to my library! here will be all the library navigations! <3

for all my major works, check out #ningvory <3

AESPA

LE SSERAFIM

TWICE

IVE

RED VELVET

STAYC

ITZY

#ningvory #aespa smut #le sserafim smut #ive smut #stayc smut #twice smut #aespa x fem reader #le sserafim x fem reader #ive x fem reader #stayc x fem reader #twice x fem reader #red velvet smut #red velvet x female reader #itzy smut #itzy x fem reader #kpop smut

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baileypie-writes · 4 months

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~In Love with my Idol - Part 2~

Velvet x Fem!Pop Star!Reader

Part 1 here!

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Romantic

Synopsis: After your concert, you go on a first date with Velvet.

Warnings: A minor suggestive joke, though nothing happens. Sharing feelings, cringe but I kinda did it on purpose.

Requested by: @reizuuuu

A/N ~ Hope you enjoy! Also, merry day-after-Christmas!(it’s one in the morning for me right now. I need to go to bed)

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You don’t think you’ve ever been this excited for one of your concerts to end. You had to stop yourself from completely rushing it. You wanted your fans to be happy, so you gave it your very best, and your concert ended with cheering that nearly busted your eardrums.

After thanking the audience and saying goodbye, you practically bolted backstage. And there Velvet was, waiting for you.

“That was pretty good.” She said, giving you a golf clap. You knew that this was her way of saying “That was awesome! Great job!” So you smiled back at her.

“Thanks!” You said, voice tired and slightly raspy. You fiddled with your fingers, wanting to shyly bring up what you talked about earlier. “So….”

“A date? Sure, where do you wanna go?” She casually asked and answered your question for you, much to your relief.

“Well, I think I’ve had enough paparazzi for one day, so someplace quiet. How about my place? We can order food or something?” You asked.

“Woah, inviting me to your place? Isn’t that kinda forward? What’re you planning on doing?” Velvet teased, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Nothing, I promise!”

~~~~

When you arrived at your house, you got out of your car, and went over to Velvet’s. You politely opened the door for her, and half-jokingly held out your hand to help her step out. She smirked and rolled her eyes, waving your hand away.

You both went inside, and you showed Velvet around.

“It’s not nearly as big as my house, but it’s nice.” Velvet said, clearly flexing.

“Well I don’t really feel the need for a big house. It’s just me who lives here, after all.” You said. Internally, you were freaking out. Not only were you on a date with Velvet, but it was at your own place! You avoided eye contact to hide your bashfulness.

“Huh, I guess that makes sense.” Velvet noticed your shy demeanor, and didn’t like it. She tried getting you more involved with the conversation.

“So… all by yourself, huh? Must get pretty boring.”

“Heh, yeah, it does.” You said. Velvet was pleased with herself when you finally looked at her, and your shoulders became less tense.

Your walking suddenly slowed and came to a stop. Velvet noticed, and stopped as well.

“To be honest, hanging out with you has really been really fun.”

“Well duh, of course it is. I am really fun to be around.” Velvet said, gesturing her hand to herself, and tilting her head up with pride.

You laughed. “What I mean is, besides being a pop star, I don’t really have anything else going on in my life. So when I’m not on stage, I feel kind of lonely. So when I started hanging out with you, it added something new and fun into my life.” You confessed, avoiding eye contact yet again.

This time though, Velvet also wouldn’t look at you. She wasn’t good with sharing feelings with others, so this made her feel awkward. So she did her best to make a response. “Well, you’re pretty fun too. It’s nice to have someone other than Veneer to talk to.” You looked up at her and smiled, which Velvet copied.

You then let out a big exhale, ready to change the mood of the conversation. “So! Wanna order some food?” You swayed back and forth on your feet.

“Sure.”

~~~~

A little over thirty minutes passed, and the two of you were sitting at the kitchen table, eating your meals. Velvet was the one who picked the food, of course.

“This is pretty good. Do you eat here a lot?” You asked, mouth full of food.

“Yeah. Veneer and I usually get it when we’re working.”

You hummed in response, too focused on eating to say actual words. Velvet watched, finding it amusing how fast you were eating.

“Hold on.” She suddenly stopped you.

You froze just as you were about to take another bite. Velvet leaned close to your face. She then licked her thumb, and swiped it on your cheek. “You had some food on your face.” You hummed again, but got confused when Velvet didn’t move away. She stayed close to your face.

You were staring at each other so long and hard, you could practically see into her soul. You started internally freaking out again, thinking that you were possibly about to kiss. But suddenly, Velvet quickly moved away. She had the biggest smirk on her face. “Wow, I didn’t know that you could get that red.”

“Velvet, what the fuck.” You shouted, realizing that the whole thing was just her teasing you. Velvet started laughing in your expense. You were so upset about her little joke, so you wanted payback. You pounced towards her, making her flinch. But instead of a fist or palm to the face, she got lips.

Velvet froze, and you took the chance to throw her words right back at her.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could get that red.”

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~~baileypie-writes

#trolls 3 band together #trolls 3 #trolls 3 x reader #trolls 3 velvet #trolls velvet #velvet x reader #velvet x fem reader #velvet x female reader #fluff

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seullovesme · 6 days

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fevers and flowers w/ bae irene

i love irene, my cutie patootie pie☹️☹️☹️

pairing ⥬ irene x sick!reader

request ⥬ IRENE AND SICK GF READER DRABBLE PLEEK 😭

easy - mac ayres

irene made it a tradition to bring you at least one flower every time she visited, and she really stuck to it. she could only come so often with her busy schedule, so you made sure to take the best care of each precious flower so that she could come to a colorful arrangement filled with her gifts.

typing in your passcode into the lock, she entered the house as quiet as possible, hoping to surprise you. she immediately dashed to your flower vase with a big grin, excited to see her "pretty babies", as she liked to call them.

but to her own surprise, they were looking quite limp and dull. she frowned, knowing you would never let them reach a state like this. irene switched out the water and tried her best to care for them, saddened by their appearance. they seemed sad too.

once she was finished, irene did not pause before going to find you. pushing open your room door, she realized why the flowers were so down. their mother was sick!

you groaned as the light from the hall shined into your room, the brightness hurting your head like crazy. irene furrow her brows and climbed onto your bed, sitting beside you. she pressed the back of her hand against your forehead and felt how hot you were. despite being almost as hot as the sun, you were shivering like crazy under your thick blanket. you leaned into irene's touch and hummed, finding comfort in the touch of your girlfriend.

the sight was stressing bae joohyun out. you should've called! or at least messaged saying that you were so unwell. as she left the room, you whined, missing her already. not even a minute later, she returned with a bowl of cool water and a towel. soaking it first, she placed the towel onto your head while stroking your cheek lovingly.

"you silly girl, why didn't you say anything? i would've been here much sooner..."

you smiled at her sweet words, touched by the love of your girlfriend once again. there was never a day where irene forgot to show you how much she loved you. through her gift of flowers to her caring for you when you're sick, to even just her words, they all expressed the pure love she had for you.

"it's okay, all that matters is that you're here now."

#seullovesme » posted!#irene x reader #bae joohyun x fem reader #bae joohyun x reader #red velvet x female reader #red velvet x reader #irene fic #bae joohyun #irene red velvet #red velvet #red velvet imagines #irene drabble #kpop gg #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop

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phi4mars · 5 months

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So I was thinking of a request, when an idea popped into my mind, I definitely see Velvet to be the type to fall really hard in love and be in complete denial while also acting dismissive and uncaring, but in reality she’s all putty and melting at just the thought of them(and veneer knows and teases her about it) and she tries really hard not to show those weaknesses to anyone, especially the reader who in this case is worried on why velvet seems to avoid them like the plague. So yeah I thought a lot about this for some reason, hope it’ll give you more ideas for future stories:)

ahh yes. guys im so sorry i haven’t updated im suuuuuper busy right now but i should be able to post more. keep requesting please!!!

anyways thankyou for the suggestion i love it!!

complicated

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“i do not like her!! she’s my bestfriend!” velvet denies shouting at veneer.

“sure you don’t!! your all lovey dovey around her, just admit it!” he yells back frustrated that his sister will not admit she is a girl kisser.

“what do you mean lovey dovey?!” she asks crossing her arms.

“you’re always trying to get close to her and you turn into a blushing mess when she compliments you!!” veneer says slapping his face.

velvet thinks for a minute, then dropping her jaw.

“oh my god.”

2 days later velvet and veneer are in their dressing room after one of their shows. velvet lays on the couch after sighing,

“where’s y/n?” she asks looking disappointed.

“why so you can swoon over her?” veneer replies snickering.

“shut up” she replies covering her face.

suddenly the door bursts open revealing a very angry y/n.

“can you believe it? the stupid security guard held me back and called me a crazy fan!” she says moving her hands around.

y/n walks over to the couch and sits next to the green haired girl. velvet shifts away from her a little leaving y/n super confused.

“anyways you guys did amazing tonight! everyone was going crazy” y/n exclaimed.

“awe thankyou” veneer said while velvet stayed silent.

veneer shot velvet a look before she finally replied,

“oh yeah thanks” she said coldly.

y/n could tell something was off with velvet since she always used to be right next to her and talk a crazy lot. there was so much tension in the room y/n thought it would be best to leave.

“i’m gonna leave, see ya later!” she smiled at the two.

8:15pm

9:30pm

y/ns pov

“i need space” the message read, from my own bestfriend. my heart stopped. what the fuck was going on.

what had i done? it doesn’t make sense, i didn’t do anything.

i held back tears as i dialled veneer, surely he would have answers right?

no answer.

a million thoughts rushed through my head as i tried to backtrack my whole life trying to find anything that could have caused this. the pure panic rushed through my body as i couldn’t hold back the tears.

velvets pov

“i need space” i typed in and sent. i didn’t think before i sent that fucking message. she read it straight away.

what have i done?

i have messed up so bad, it’s so hard being around her, it feels all so different. i like her. no i’m inlove with my own bestfriend.

it felt like the only answer, avoid her until these feelings go away right? she probably hates me now.

“velvet, y/n is calling me” veneer opened the door and told me showing me his phone.

“don’t answer it.” i said sternly

“why?” he questioned.

“don’t answer it!” i screamed as i put my head in my hands.

꧁………….꧂

part 2?

sorry this isn’t really like the request and a bit short it’s just if i continued it would be so long lol

#trolls band together #velvet and veneer #velvet x reader #trolls #trolls x reader #fem reader

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Your stories are adorable. Can you please write irene taking care of sick reader after reader didnt listen to her and decided to play in the snow without a proper coat.

♡ Member: Irene x Femreader

♡ Theme: Fluff

♡ Warning: Idk,, she calls you stupid but it's just out of love lololol o̴̶̷̤ ̫ o̴̶̷̤ , she’s very teasing

Word count: 1.9k

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"Joohyun! Joohyun!"

In the kitchen where Irene once was peacefully cooking breakfast, she was startled from the sudden bang of the front door slamming into the wall, followed behind with the roar of your mini outburst. The jumpy girl quickly turned with a gasp to face where she'd heard your cheery voice belt from, staring at you with wide eyes as she held onto her thumping heart. You could've at least given the poor girl a heads ups before bursting in like that.

"Sorry sorry, but look what I made for you!" you exclaimed with a joyful smile, quickly bouncing up and down like a hyper child while you proudly showed off the snow duck you had spent minutes upon minutes molding to perfection.

Irene gleamed as she eyed your creation, but her smile faded as quickly as it came once she put her focus back up, noticing how you were wearing nothing but a measly, thin zip-up jacket, nothing to cover your head or ears whatsoever and didn't even bother to change out from your pajama pants.

"Y/N-AH!" Irene whined angrily, marching towards you. A shiver jolted throughout her small body from a chilly winter breeze swirling past the opened door and with a clenched fist to her side, her other grabbed onto your jacket. "Are you crazy? What's this?! Where's your coat? How did you expect this little thing to cover you up?!"

Oh.

You stood frozen for a second, staring at Irene a bit stunned. All you were trying to do was show your girlfriend the cute little snow duck you made for her.. you weren't expecting to get fussed at in return.

"Oh don't worry, Hyun! I wasn't outside for probably any more than ten minutes. I doubt a coat was really necessary," you assured in a sweet tone trying to calm her down but all she did was shoot you one of those looks that quickly silenced you from saying any further words and ran her hand up to your rosy cheek, shuddering once she felt how freezing it was.

"You're literally freezing, Y/N. I don't care how long you stayed out there, you can still get sick!" Irene stressed, taking the snow duck from you and carefully placing it back outside beside the bushes, immediately closing the door once she stepped back inside.

"Baby, don't worry!" you whined, crossing your arms. "I promise you, I'm fi-f-f-"

You couldn't even finish your sentence before a dramatic, very poorly-timed sneeze slipped out, cutting you off. Man, why does universe always have to mess up every chance you get when trying to prove Irene wrong at something.

Irene placed her hands on her hips, her lips pursed and tilted her head at you. "Yeah, that's what I thought." Irene grabbed onto your wrist and led you down the hallway to your room. "See, I told you you should've worn the coat, but no, just don't listen to me I guess."

You lowered your head in embarrassment, mumbling a low but sarcastic 'My bad' as you scratched your neck.

"Come on, baby. I promise I'm not sick! That was just one stupid sneeze, it doesn't prove anything!" you insisted while Irene hurriedly started pulling off your outdoor clothes.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah!" you sniffed, rubbing the back of your hand over your congested nose. "That was just a little in-the-moment sneeze. I bet you I won't be sneezing anymore by the next hour or two!"

Irene quirked a challenging brow, cocking her head and crossed her arms, staring at you with an almost amused look. "Oh really?"

"Yeah!"

"Ohh really?"

"Yeah really!" You mentally slapped yourself as another mistimed sneeze snuck out.

Her firm look never faltered, but she unfolded her arms and shrugged. "Alright then, Y/N. Whatever you say."

She patted your shoulder and walked off back into the kitchen to continue her cooking.

You placed your hands on your hips as you watched her walk off, a determined look now displayed confidently on your features.

You know what?.. Yeah! You weren't sick and you were going to prove Irene wrong!

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{Next day}

"ACHOO!"

Or.. maybe you weren't.

Irene sighed as she pulled another tissue out for you. "I know you regret not wearing that coat now, huh?"

You purposefully avoided eye contact with Irene and fanned her off, taking the tissue and gave a nasty little blow into it. "Oh whatever."

Irene's smirk was hidden behind her face mask as she turned on the mini heater and faced it towards you. "I bet you wish that you would've just listened to me.."

Uninterested in her teasing, you just shook your head and mumbled an 'ahuh.'

"You know.. because I was right."

"Okay okay I get it already! Sheesh!" you weakly shoved Irene's shoulder as she held her stomach cackling at you. “You were right and I was being stupid! There, I said it!"

You knew all Irene wanted to hear was that she was right right right and that you were always wrong wrong wrong whenever you'd never take her advice. And you honestly couldn't even get mad because.. well.. it's true, no matter how many times you've tried to prove her wrong.

You're just a little klutz, you can't help it! But that's one of the things Irene loves most about you since it ignites a little more of a chaotic spark in your relationship.

Irene ran her hand down your face and cupped your puffy cheek, pinching it teasingly as she slightly leaned down. "I know."

You scrunched your nose at her smugness, seeing her wide smile shine through her mask as she trailed down your side, placing a tiny hand on your waist. "You're my stupid little Y/N."

Irene sat up from the bed and placed the tissue box on the nightstand before she left the room.

She arrived back not too long after with a steaming bowl of soup and sat back on the edge of the bed next to you. She scooped up a spoonful of the steamy soup and motioned it towards your mouth. "Say ahh."

You squinted at Irene, raising a declining hand to block your face as you slowly shook your head before clearing your throat to speak at her with your painfully hoarse voice. "You don't have to do all of this. I can still pick up a spoon you know!" you argued with a pout.

"Don't be so stubborn, darling. Just relax and let me take care of you." Irene gently fanned over the spoon to cool off the heat. "Now, open wide for the airplane!" She motioned the spoon in zigzags, making little buzzing noises with her lips as it inched closer to your mouth.

You quickly turned your head, covering your cheeks as they flushed deeply in embarrassment from this childish treatment. "Joohyunn!"

Her own face burned a crimson red as she giggled at you some more. "Okay okay, I'll stop teasing you! But still, open wide, or else I'll change my mind and continue to baby you."

You turned your head back to her reluctantly and slightly parted your lips. Irene slipped the spoon into your mouth letting the hot liquid flow down your throat.

"How is it?" Irene asked as the spoon continued to sit in your mouth. You nodded your head with a smile.

Anything Irene cooks is automatically a ten to you.

An even brighter smile was shown behind her mask with her risen cheekbones and the wrinkles formed in the corners of her eyes. "Good. I had to make it perfect just for you!"

You continued to let her feed you until you had gotten full and decided to take a quick nap.

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"Nope! Nope. You're insane if you think I'm taking that." You swayed your head away each time she dared to shove the tiny shot of that disgusting red goop anywhere near your lips.

"Y/N!" Irene groaned as you continued to squirm around, purposefully being difficult with her. "Unless you want to stay sick longer you need to take this medicine."

"Well, maybe I do want to stay sick!" you humphed as you hid your head beneath the pillow.

Irene narrowed her eyes. "Come on! If you just drink it really fast it'll be over before you realize it!" Irene encouraged but you still shook your head relentlessly. "Absolutely not!"

Irene threw her head back as she sighed. "Y/N.."

You groaned as you slowly turned your face back over to Irene. "Finee." You parted your lips just barely enough for air to flow in and out.

Irene quickly, yet still not fast enough, poured that horrid cherry syrup into your mouth. You instantly made wincing faces and gagged dramatically as you speedily shook your head. It seriously took everything in you to not spit that bitter mess back into her face.

Irene placed the cup down and grabbed a tissue to wipe the little droplets of medicine that accidentally spilled around your mouth. "See? Wasn't too bad, right?"

All you could do was whine in response as you continued to shake your head in disagreement.

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Irene entered the dimly lit room to check up on you while she held a cup of honey tea in one hand.

She quietly chuckled to herself once she spotted how you laid in the bed; your vision going on and off as you were on the brink of sleep with your phone gradually slipping more out of your hand as you halfmindedly scrolled on it and your nose just completely stuffed with crumpled tissues.

She walked over to you and took away your phone before you could end up dropping it on your face.

"Hey!.. I was using that!" you weakly called out, struggling to even keep your eyes open as you followed the movements of Irene placing your phone on the nightstand.

"Sure.." Irene placed the tea down and climbed into the bed, laying right beside you.

She leaned up and pulled out all the tissues from your nose, wincing when she saw your gross mucus string out your nose and quickly threw them into the tiny trash can beside your bed that was already brimming with other used tissues from that day.

She wiped away any other residue around your nose and once cleaned up she grabbed the humidifier from the stand and held it under your nose. "I brought you some tea so whenever you want to drink it it’ll be on the stand."

You hummed in response but did no more than continue to lay put in the same spot.

Irene continued to let the humidifier run until she noticed you how you’d gone motionless, assuming you had finally fallen asleep.

She removed it from under you and placed it back on the stand. She lowered the brightness on the lamp and laid back down, wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning in close. "Y/N?"

There's no reply from you as she whispered your name a second time just to confirm that you were asleep.

She gently grazed a hand along your face and stared down at you, gazing at you with heart eyes as she admired her one and only lover. "Oh my stupid little Y/N.." she leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek through her mask. "I love you."

Though your body language showed her otherwise, it didn’t take away from the fact that you were still awake, conscious just enough to comprehend her teasing words and feel her warming touches. You couldn't help yourself as a tiny smile lifted the corners of your lips.

You moved your leg to intertwine with hers, catching her off guard, but she eased into your touch and twisted your legs tighter. You turned your head to her, leaning in close and lifted your heavy eyes to look at her so you could speak one last time before going back to your nightly rest.

"I love you too, Joohyun."

You know, you can never go wrong ending a fluff with a good ole "I love you" also, ALWAYS listen to the Bae Joohyun's advice >:( !!

— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১

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