SYNOPSIS: James comes home tired and clingy… until he notices something on your neck. Little does he know, it's a prank.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: helloooo! this was requested by an anon(tysm btw!) hope u guys enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but never required!.
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You hear him before you see him. The soft click of the door, the quiet shuffle of shoes, the familiar sigh he always lets out because he's relieved he's home.
You're cooking when his arms slide around your waist from behind.
"Hi love," he murmurs, voice warm and tired.
You lean back into him "Hi."
He rests his chin on your shoulder, gently swaying you side to side. He always gets clingy after long days.
He starts to kiss your cheek. then your jaw. then the side of your neck.
then he stops.
his hands tighten slightly around your waist.
"..what's that?" he asks quietly.
you keep chopping the vegtables. "what's what?"
he doesn't answer right away. you feel him shift, trying to get a better look at the faint mark you blended onto your skin. his breath catches a little.
"did you.. hurt yourself?" he asks, voice loe. "or.. is that from someone?"
he says it gently, like he's afraid of what you might say.
you turn to face him. his expression is calm, but his eyes are searching yours, steady and serious.
'it's nothing," you say.
he reaches up and lightly grabs your jaw, brushing his thumb over the mark. his touch is light, almost hesitant.
"it doesn't look like nothing," he says softly.
his thumb stays on the mark, barely touching it, like as if he's afraid that if he touches it one of his worst fears would come true.
"did anyone come over when i was gone?"
you hum, keeping your face neutral. "no?"
he goes still, "are you sure, you know if someone touched you like that.. i'd wanna know."
you swallow a laugh "why?"
he hesitates, only for a second, "because i care, and i would want to know if my partner was cheating on me."
"james im not," you say, turning back to the counter.
he watches you for a moment. then steps closer, his hand resting lightly on your hip.
"okay," he says quietly. "i trust you"
you hear the tiniest bit of uncertainty in his voice.
he kisses your cheek again, but its a bit different, as if he's reassuring himself you're still his.
then he burshes your hair aside to look at the mark again.
his thumb presses a little more firmly.
it smudges.
he freezes.
"..wait."
uh oh.
you bite your lip, trying not to laugh.
he wipes his finger across the mark. it fades.
he stares at his thumb, then at your neck, then at you.
"you've gotta be kidding me," he whispers
you grin. "surprise!"
James closes his eyes, smiling as he lets out the a soft exhausted laugh.
"i was actually worried," he mutters, leaning his forehead against your shoulder. "you're evil."
you turn to face him. "you fell for it."
he lifts his head, cheeks warm and eyes soft.
"well yeah, it looked real!"
you smile. "guess that means i should be a makeup artist huh?"
he hums, brushing your hair back again, thumb tracing the now faded spot.
"you know.. if you ever want something like that," he says, voice low but gentle, "you don't need makeup."
you raise a brow. "oh?"
he trails slow kisses down you neck. "yeah, i can give you one." he murmurs against your skin, "or more than one."
Amaranth Brandybuck and Mirabella (Took) Brandybuck 💚
Yeah I couldn’t be bothered to go over with the ink pen so here’s the sketch before I colour it ☺️
Anyway Amaranth is the older sister of Primula Brandybuck (Frodos mum) and Mirabella is their mother and the youngest sister of Belladonna Took (Bilbos mum)
37 and 81 years old respectively (at the time of The Hobbit.
(More on their designs under the cut)
Yes this is again for that unreleased fic of mine, I’m getting there I promise 😔 so most of this is canon in my fic not the og(aside from the facts above)
Anyway, Amaranth is Mirabella’s oldest daughter and second oldest out of seven, she’s cheeky and more of a move-in-the-shadows kind of trickster.
She also has a massive crush on Dora Baggins but is too busy keeping her little sister away from Drogo.
She also has a primula flower and a bunch of amaranths in her hair, whereas Mirabella has a bouquet/crown of flowers and plants in her hair as a monarch.
The Tooks also mostly all share the marking which was inspired by Rabbits/Rabbit Syndrome (which I know is a real thing so no disrespect or misinterpretation to those with it) they have freckles and longer ears to especially resemble a rabbit.
On to Mirabella who is the youngest daughter and second youngest child of Geronitis Took.
And yes, you’re probably wondering why the hell she looks like a peg leg pirate with her tail chomped off. I do have an excellent explanation.
And it is involving a headcanon for my story which I will most likely write a oneshot for but I will give you the run-down.
And it all begins with that Fell Winter.
The infamous Fell Winter where Bungo Baggins became deadly ill. Frostbite, starvation, it was horrible and Belladonna couldn’t let their son Bilbo have to watch his father die.
So with three of her siblings, Hildigrim, Isengar, and Mirabella. They set out in the horrible weather with hopes to find medicine, a doctor, help, anything.
They search and search through Hobbiton, the Shire. Next, they head for Bree.
But their luck ran short, and the Wolves prowling through their land, maws still bloody from killing their livestock, set their predatory gaze to them.
Hildigrim, their big brother, had tried to draw the beasts away and eventually retreated with a branch to defend them with.
Belladonna joined him with a branch of her own as Mirabella protected their little brother Isengar.
It was a day Mirabella and her brothers would never forget, especially when they watched one of the Wolves snap one of Belladonna’s hands in its jaws and yank her into the fray.
She leaped after her sister in terror and desperation. And from that she defended her mangled corpse until she’d lost a leg and half her tail to those creatures.
By then their father had found them with some cousins and siblings and beat the monsters away with anything they could.
Mirabella, Hildigrim and Isengar survived that Winter thanks to their sister.
Anyway, thanks for reading that if you did, I might expand on it at a later date, but anyway.
Ngl never thought of this but it’s gonna either be really funny or really sweet. There is no in between-
Killer and Lust with a crazy rich S/o who loves spoiling them
Lust:
* Oh this poor sweetheart was just expecting you to ask for “service” since you kept flirting with him everytime you visited Grillby’s. He found it charming though as you were always making him laugh too. It surprised him really when instead of that, you actually asked him out instead! Especially when he learned you were rich. Like are you sure you want me??? You could literally have anyone! But it just made him feel extra loved that you genuinely liked him for him. He didn’t really care about your money✨
* He’s actually very humble when it comes to gift receiving. Because he’s not used to such nice and thoughtful gifts! So whether it’s a simple rose to a HUGE teddy bear to even the finest wardrobe? He’s a blushing mess, always left surprised and still asking if it’s really ok. (Please reassure him!)
* Despite you spoiling him, he sure as hell is spoiling you too. You definitely have received gifts over time. His gifts weren’t as expensive…..but the thing is, the value of it is something money can’t buy✨ he’s made custom clothes just for you, stitched by HIS hands. Adorable picture books of you, him, even family and friends! Oh and the cuddles, smooches, and fun dates?!
* He’s a romantic guy and he’ll make sure to bring a smile to your face and give you the love you deserve
Mini story time:
“Huh? You have another surprise for me? Goodness you spoil me too much love….” Lust giggles.
You laugh too, “Well I can’t help it. Your smile and blush makes it worth it everytime.”
Lust playfully nudges you, “Oh stop it you!”
You laugh and take his hand in your own. You knew this surprise was probably the biggest you’ve ever given him. But it was an investment that you won’t regret. And you knew Lust would make you proud. So you walk him up to an old building. It looked refurbished and cleaned up already. You open the door with the key.
He looked around in wonder, “Wow…..what place is this?”
“Your new boutique,” You said casually. Lust looked at you in shock. You knew he loved making clothes…..”You have talent Lust. Everyone deserves to know you have something special…..and I’m willing to help show that.”
He actually tears up from this….this was….too sweet. He’s NEVER had such kindness in his life before. You made him feel…..like he actually had value. He hugged you and smiled with purple tears coming down.
“Thank you”
Killer:
* Ah here we go with this lil shet. Now with him, y’all probably got together randomly. He probably saw you on his day off and threw you a pick up line for funsies. Next thing you know, you both exchange numbers and become true love birds. Funniest part? It took him AWHILE to learn you were even rich- probably like a few weeks or a month. He thought it was cool and didn’t really think much of it.
* Now what shocked him was you spoiling him- he literally joked about wanting a PS5. Which he did want but he ain’t got no money- next day? Boom. You pop up with a whole ass PS5 with games he might like. His initial reaction: “Heh nice prank babe”. Oh- oh you weren’t? HOLY SHIT YOU ACTUALLY GOT HIM-?! The way he excitedly jumped up like a happy puppy, you knew you had to spoil him more-
* He absolutely shows you off to his team. Mostly out of a joke but also to be an absolute dick- like just smirking at his teammates, hell even his BOSS, just having an arm around your shoulder to say “My bae spoils and loves me soooooo much✨” Everyone wishes to beat your bonefriend’s ass- not you though. Because honestly you probably spoil them too. So you get a pass. And your bonefriend looking like he done got betrayed-
* He’s a silly little gremlin and honestly he does feel bad that he can’t spoil you more. So he’ll make sure to make you laugh and have fun no matter what.
Mini story time:
Ah the date went well as usual. A fancy dinner, a stop at an ice cream shop, and a walk through the park together under the moonlight. And you couldn’t stop laughing. Killer had been making you laugh the entire night, talking about his latest shenanigans with his group.
“And then after Dust wiped off the pie cream, he chased us ALL around the castle until Nightmare nabbed us and put us in our rooms! Dadmare moment✨,” He said with a chuckle.
“PFFFFT- Dadmare?!” You laughed again, “Killer you’re so cute….but god you’re chaotic-“
Killer takes your hand then kisses it, winking at you, “A chaotic cutie that you love so much~”
You blush but smile, “Yeah…..someone I will always cherish.” You swore for a moment, his eye lights popped up and his target like soul shifted into a heart for a moment.
“………heh. You’re too sweet babe…..,” He says with a nervous chuckle. You were surprised….but you couldn’t resist spoiling him one more time: with a kiss on the cheek. His skull flared with a beautiful shade of red. You giggle as he hid his face and tried acting cool about it. Ah……
Jeff let out a loud grunting cough as he accidentally inhaled his food, hitting his chest to clear his airway as he turned to stare at you, eyes wider than normal as you held a small pink stick in your hands. your eyes were glued to the small words that were blinking on the tiny screen; showing you were pregnant.
“You-you’re-what?!” Jeff screeched, standing and walking over to you, prying the stick from your hands and turning his back, holding the item into the fluorescent lights to get a better look “Holy shit” you were telling the truth, you were pregnant. With his kid no doubt.
“You’re pregnant” Jeff whispered, turning back to you, his mouth impossibly dry. You slowly nodded, your eyes still on the floor, afraid of his reaction. “What do you want to do?”
You looked into his eyes then, seeing nothing but support(fear yes) and love. You smiled, your shoulders dropping as Jeff dropped the stick to the floor and tugged you into a strong hug. “I don’t know” you whispered, you were only 19, and Jeff was barley 20.
You were still in college, studying to become a historian while Jeff was a wanted serial killer (to this day you had NO idea how you got together, let alone how you became friends) consistently on the run from the police, about twice a month making a stop to see his favorite human (you); one of those stops being the reason you were in this situation now.
It was a rushed yet passionate night, Jeff had almost died and he had forgotten to put protection on, thank god he was clean but it had been a stressful week otherwise and-and you hadn’t taken your birth control that day, nor had you for the rest of that week.
“well” Jeff’s voice brought you back into the real world, his callused hands taking your face and, while looking a bit uncomfortable, tried to give you the best ‘I’m here for you’ face. “Whatever you chose to do, I’ll stay; as best I can.” you smiled, taking his shirt collar and kissing him lightly.
i accidentally deleted @appleflavoredkitkats ‘ ask saying:
‘aaAaAa your fic was so soft and sweet and amazing !!! i just love me some soft scyvie,,, quick question abt that universe—how did yvie and scarlet hook up??’
IM SO SORRY sdahskhd but omg thank you so much!! i’m really thankful that a lot of people have enjoyed it : )) i definitely have thought about how they got together, and i think it’s so adorable. this isn’t much bc im in the middle of studying for finals rn, but i wanted to whip up something quick for u so here have a little mini one-shot <3
When Scarlet and Yvie they were on drag race, they knew something great was forming between the two of them. They never really addressed it, but they just had an unanswered agreement that they both felt attracted towards one another. They’d sneak in hand holds in the van when the other queens were busy talking over one another. They would also steal cheek kisses when no one was looking and when the cameras were off. They had this sort of unspoken love affair that they never talked about the whole time they were on drag race.
When they finally got to hang out together outside of drag race, Yvie casually asked if they were serious and if she wanted to go out with her. Scarlet replied that she does, but she believed she’s worth more than a simple question.
Yvie was taken back by her reply, because no one she’s ever been with has ever been this vocal about what they want. Scarlet explained though, what she meant by that. She talked about how in old movies they would court the woman for a long period of time, and she loved the idea of being worked hard for. She wanted to feel worthy of hours of labor, just like in the movies she grew up with.
Yvie was still kind of confused with what Scarlet wanted her to do exactly, but she understood why she would want that (it probably stemmed from a personal problem, but she knew now was not the time to bring it up. She learned her lesson and made sure her questions and assumptions were appropriate for the situation at hand). But even if Yvie was still pretty confused, she accepted the challenge.
For a whole month, Yvie would do anything in her power to get Scarlet to say yes. She’d send her flowers and leave them by her doorstep, she would show up with chocolates in a heart box and cuddle her for however long she wanted. They would even play around with the idea of Scarlet still having doubts (despite being 100% sure she wanted to be with Yvie for the rest of her life) so Scarlet would have her 60’s romance fantasy fulfilled. They’d continue on and sooner or later Yvie felt like it was the right time to ask her out.
So a minute to midnight on new year’s eve, Yvie wrapped her arms around Scarlet’s back as they both watched the fireworks go off. Yvie would start to talk about how grateful she was for Scarlet and how she was worth every dollar spent on flowers and chocolates. Yvie then pulled away to meet her lover’s eyes, and asked if Scarlet would be her boyfriend.
As the clock struck midnight and the fireworks went off, Scarlet said yes. They shared a kiss under the stars and finally, Scarlet could call her one true love the boyfriend she planned on keeping for the rest of her life.
If there was one thing Satine knew about Obi-Wan Kenobi, it would not what people suspected. Yes, she did know most of his secrets, his aspirations - everything, really.
There were of course boundaries, and of course she didn't tell him everything too.
But what Satine knew - probably what very few people knew - was that Obi-Wan was a cuddler.
Hilarious? Yes.
A bit sad, maybe? Yes.
Because the Order frowned on attachments, so of course people who naturally needed to touch others to feel assured or show their affections needed to find other ways.
A hand on the shoulder was common between Obi-Wan and his troops. Touching Anakin's arm was very common. Embraces between friends - Dex, Bant, even Padmé Amidala and Bail Organa - was extremely natural.
She never really thought much of it on their year on the run. She reasoned his constant need to brush her wrist or grasp her forearms was due to close proximity, new love, and raging hormones.
Oh. Oh man, was she wrong about that.
Clearly, given that fifteen years later, she was sitting in bed, reading a Holobook while Obi-Wan was curled about her hip, one arm thrown over her waist, his legs attempting to intertwine with hers.
Occasionally, he would press a kiss to her hip, the warmth of his lips seeping through the thin fabric of her shift. He chuckled when her muscles jumped, nosing against her hip. “Something wrong, my dear?”
“Fuck you,” she muttered affectionately, ruining her fingers through his hair.
“Gladly,” Obi-Wan murmured, twisting his head and kissing her wrist. He smirked a bit, shifting the hand over her waist, moving lower until it disappeared under the blankets and her shift.
Satine bit her lip, looking away from the Holobook to her mischievous partner. “Really?”
He gave a small laugh, ceasing the movement of his fingers for a moment. “Will you stop looking at that book now?”
“You,” she muttered, setting the Holobook on the bed table before pushing him gently on his back and crawling onto him. “You are extremely obnoxious.”
Obi-Wan gave an outright laugh then, his crowsfeet crinkling while he settled his hands on her hips. “I love you too, darling.”
SYNOPSIS: You stay late to practice and accidentally fall asleep in the studio. Chan finds you and his reaction is softer than you expect.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: hiiii! i wanted to write something small n sweet, so here’s a tiny chan drabble for u guys <3 thank u sm for all the love on my recent posts, i appreciate u more than u know!! enjoy! n take care
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but never required!.
MASTERLIST:
You didn’t mean to fall asleep.
You were supposed to be practicing, just running the chorus a few more times before heading back to the dorm. But the studio was warm, the lights were dim, and the couch was way too comfortable for its own good.
So when Chan came looking for you, he found you curled up on the far end of the sofa, hoodie half‑zipped, hair messy, breathing soft and even.
He stopped in the doorway.
Just… stopped.
His voice dropped to a whisper without him even thinking about it. “…oh.”
He walked in quietly, closing the door with the gentlest click. He set his water bottle down, shrugged off his jacket, and crouched beside you.
Your hand was still loosely holding your phone, screen dimmed, music paused mid‑practice.
“You worked too hard again, starting to become like me” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
You didn’t stir.
Chan smiled. That soft, warm smile he only ever showed when no one else was around. He reached for the blanket draped over the back of the couch and pulled it over you, tucking it around your shoulders.
Then he hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then he sat down beside you, leaning back into the cushions. Your head naturally tipped toward him, landing against his shoulder like it belonged there.
He froze. Then melted.
Very slowly, he rested his cheek on top of your head.
“Sleep,” he whispered, voice low and fond. “I’ll wake you later.”
He didn’t. He ended up falling asleep too — one arm around you, both of you breathing in sync, the studio quiet except for the soft hum of the speakers.
Two overworked idols, knocked out on the same couch.
WARNINGS: none, just mutual embarrassment and awkward cuteness (also not proofread, and i think there might be typos)
SYNOPSIS: You’re an intern editor who usually works behind the scenes.. until you’re suddenly assigned to the production team. Keonho tries to act cool around you, not knowing you’ve seen every goofy moment he’s ever made on camera.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: hiiii! here’s a keonho fluff thingy where he has a crush on u! this was requested by an anon(tysm for this aa i love writing ittt!) enjoy everyone!
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but never required!.
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You weren’t that nervous about the rotation week.
after all, you’d been editing the boys for months. hours of footage, retakes, bloopers, mic tests, and the occasional moments where some of then did cringy things that you had to pause the video and rethink your life.
you knew them better than they knew you. or.. atleast you knew their unedited selves.
stepping into the production studio for the first time still made your stomach flip. It was loud, busy, full of staff moving equipment and adjusting lights. You were supposed to “observe,” but you already felt out of place.
Then Keonho walked in.. or seonghyeon. even though you've edited them for months, you still can't tell them apart.
whoever it was, the spotted you instantly. you watched his posture change faster than you could finally figure out it was Keonho. His shoulders went back, his hands in pockets, expression suddenly neutral, almost bored. Trying so hard to look nonchalant.
“Uh- hi,” he said, voice deeper than usual. “You’re… the editor intern, right?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I’m just here for the week though.”
“Oh.” He nodded back, too quickly. “Cool. That’s.. cool.”
He leaned against a table. The table rolleda nd he almost went with it.
You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing.
He cleared his throat, pretending nothing happened. “So, uh.. you edit our stuff?”
"most of it," you said. "especially the behind-the-scenes."
His face went red.
Like as if he suddenly remembered every embarrasing thing he's ever done in front of a camera.
"Oh," he said, quietly. "So you've.. seen seen things."
You smiled. "A few."
He looked away, his ears turning pink. "Right. Yeah. Even the things I do.." he mutters, almost as if he's talking to himself (he's not cs u can hear him loud and clear)
You didn't mean to tease him, but it slipped out. "The wink you tried to do during the REDRED practice choreo was.. something."
His head snapped toward you. "YOU SAW THAT?"
"I edited it."
He covered his face with both hands. "Nooo. Please forgive me noona."
You huffed a laugh, and he peeked thorugh his fingers, eyes bright but still mortified.
He then dropped his hands, straightened up. "Well," he said, his voice soft, "I guess it's nice to meet you in person."
You felt your cheeks warm. "You too."
He smiled, a real one, not the cool act.
As he leaves and waves goodbye to you, you realize that he wasn't embarrased you'd seen him and his stupid antics.
