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Saja Boys (Separately) x Famous!Reader

Synopsis: Headcanons involving the Saja Boys falling for you and what kind of fame you possess

A/N: Shoutout to @byfyg for requesting this on my Huntrix x Famous!Reader post. I also enjoyed writing this, it got me out of a weird writers block I was in. I also feel like my bias is pretty obvious in this since he has more than everyone else but whatever I just got carried away.

Jinu with an Interviewer

★ It had started off simple, the Saja Boys were the new and quickly rising K-Pop Idols

★ You ran a popular talk show which showcased several celebrities, asking questions they were rarely asked whilst mixing in different challenges

★ They needed more coverage and you needed a new star for your show, so a deal was made

★ When Jinu appeared as a guest your numbers skyrocketed

★ Not only that but the conversation came easily

★ You were used to banter, laughs, sarcasm, but Jinu was different

★ He didn’t simply match your energy, he amplified it

★ He was a smooth talker, with the right amount of humor, and answers that made him and his group seem perfect

★ And honestly it bothered you, nobody was perfect, not even a boy band that had appeared out of the blue

★ Which is why he was the first guest to reappear on your show

★ The fans didn’t just love seeing him, they loved you both together

★ The back and forth, the rivalry during challenges, quick banter, and snide comments

★ The energy was different with you both

★ An energy that made the show run smoother, you had extra questions prepared this time and yet he had a perfect counter for each

★ At one point during the interview he’d said something, some charming line that usually made his fans swoon and you just gave a simple laugh

★ Your laugh, that was all it took for him to get hooked on you

★ The second time around you stayed more connected after the episodes aired via Jinu’s request

★ You messaged one another to laugh at fan reactions and discuss different things that came out online, and it felt easy? Nice?

★ Something about talking to him like this, casually, without thousands of eyes watching, made it feel different, made you feel differently towards him

★ The third time he comes on something has changed between you

★ Conversations are followed by soft smiles or hidden glances, banter is more playful, comments are more personal

★ There’s a new tension between you two, something you don’t need the fans to point out for you to notice

★ You catch him backstage, just as he’s about to go, and let it all fall apart

★ He doesn’t come on much after that

★ But the way you smile when he’s mentioned, or how he shrugs out a “Maybe.” Whenever he’s asked if he’s dating anyone

★ It says enough

Abby with a Designer

★ Abby has had disagreements with designers before, several times he’s been designed pieces for an occasion that simply don’t fit his character

★ He’s the visual, he’s supposed to be able to show off his figure

★ Most of them would give up, agree to the alterations, or pass him onto someone else

★ But this was different

★ You were some big name designer who had agreed to style some models, the Saja Boys, for a certain photo shoot

★ And you weren’t backing down

★ You’d heard stories about Abby, how he was difficult to work with, which is why you had prepared a look that perfectly suited his unusual needs

★ So when he argued you fought right back

★ You had bite, he liked that

★ He ended up wearing the costume as it was, a feat that impressed your colleagues

★ When talk started to spread it got back to Jinu, who upon hearing the gossip decided to ask you to design their next round of outfits

★ After all if you could tame Abby’s usual complaints you were more than perfect for the position

★ You saw him more often after that

★ He would regularly invite himself into your studio under the guise of needing new measurements

★ Saying his new workout routine has his muscles growing faster than usual, and he would smile as you huff grabbing your measuring tape, whispering something about his muscles taking away from his brain power

★ It was annoying really, how he’d weaseled his way into your life, his stupid remarks he made just to rile you up, and how he had a kind of charming that made its way under your skin

★ Your feelings for him snuck up on you between unscheduled studio visits

★ Getting to know him through off handed comments, him stopping by just to drop off lunch for you, his remarks becoming more endearing than upsetting

★ When the end of your contract rolled around you accepted that you’d have to give it up, the problem was Abby had not

★ And what started from an argument sprouted into something else

★ Something that made you give him an extra key to your studio in case you were busy, something that had you start going out with him for lunch, something that had you completely entrapped by him before you had even realized it

★ Not that you were complaining, not anymore

Romance with an Author

★ Romance didn’t meet you face to face, not at first

★ He was at a fan meet when he first learned about you, one of his fans had gifted him a novel of yours saying that he reminded them of one of the main characters

★ It was off handed, it shouldn’t have stuck with him, yet it did

★ After the event his mind kept wandering back to the book and absentmindedly he began to read it

★ The story is good, incredibly so, with a subplot of romantic tension Romance had become so well accustomed to

★ Eventually he comes to the last page, a brief autobiography of yourself with a headshot posted in the corner

★ You’re pretty, he notes, pretty like the story you’d created, pretty in a way that can’t help but get stuck in his head

★ He does some digging, finds you’ll be doing a signing soon at some local bookstore and decides it’s his best opportunity to see you

★ It isn’t long after he shows up that he’s spotted causing a wave of fans to surround him

★ Consequently your security has to escort him to the back of the store

★ When you finally meet him, finally come face to face, you aren’t sure what to expect

★ But it isn’t this

★ When Romance starts to talk with you it’s as though is Idol personality falls, he isn’t some big name, no, with you he almost feels like just another fan

★ It intrigues you, pulls you in enough to stupidly write your number beside the signature you’ve placed in his copy of your book

★ It snowballs from there

★ You start meeting in secret, finding a lesser known cafe to tuck yourselves in the corner of

★ You talk, and it feels like a breath of fresh air, and when you start to fall for him it feels like slow motion

★ Loving Romance is careful, freeing

★ It’s living scenes straight out of your books

★ He holds your hand subconsciously, pulls you closer to him just to feel your warmth

★ He says things, in person or through text, that leave you smiling harder than you have in a long while

★ It’s him memorizing your coffee order and proofreading your new chapters

★ And when parts of your stories start to remind people more and more of the famous pop star

★ You begin to realize that you’ve fallen in too deep

★ And yet, you think, you don’t mind one bit

Mystery with a Producer

★ You’d been working backstage on a popular awards show when the Saja Boys first approached you

★ They’d been looking into a producer for a new music video they had in mind

★ You were organized and supportive of everyone you were with, and watching you work they’d decided you were a perfect fit

★ You agreed mostly out of interest, after all it had been a while since you’d worked on something like a music video

★ Working with the boys was fun though most times it was more chaotic than anything

★ In the midst of it all you were left with a lot of work to be done after the hours you spent filming

★ You could be caught in your on set office long after everyone else had gone, several times crew members waited with you to get certain forms filled out

★ Though the actors, the Saja Boys, had never lingered, not until now

★ You sat once again in your office, night slowly creeping up outside as you read a contract for the next filming location

★ You’d hardly gotten any work done today

★ Between Romance flirting with the makeup artists and Abby ripping all his shirts nobody could keep focus

★ You sighed dropping your head into your hands, you weren’t paid enough for this

★ You hadn’t expected the knock on your door, it was featherlight, barely audible

★ You sat up straight, quickly throwing the things on your desk into a partial organization before calling out a welcome

★ When Mystery walked in you felt yourself relax into confusion, you greeted him, watched his head turn to your paper sprawled desk and then allowed him to pull up a chair next to you

★ Mystery had slowly become your favorite of the group, he was quiet, prepared, and never made you question why you took this job

★ “Still working?” He murmured beside you

★ You nodded, silently signing off on a request from the sound crew

★ He didn’t speak up again but you could feel his stare on you, concerned as you leaned back skimming over another report

★ The silence didn’t break as you nodded off, head dropping onto his shoulder, instead he picked you up moving you over to a nearby couch so you could sleep peacefully

★ Then he sat at your desk grabbing a file of work that you needed one of the Saja Boys to sign off on, he read each paper fully, signing each before placing them somewhere to be sent off

★ He turned back, watching your breathing steady as you fell into a deeper sleep and allowed the small grin that found its way to his face

★ After that day things changed between you

★ Suddenly the boys stayed on track, your work load lightened, and you found yourself spending more time with Mystery

★ When production for the music video inevitably came to an end whatever had formed between you and Mystery didn’t

★ You found yourself attending his shows, coming over for no reason besides seeing him

★ He found himself reviewing clips of your next productions, organizing your signed papers, and preparing a space in his room for you

★ At the end of a long day behind cameras and working with everyone on set Mystery is the quiet you need

★ He doesn’t rush, doesn’t question, he just exudes a certain calm that you cling to like a lifeline

★ And honestly? That’s more than fine by him

Baby with a Chef

★ You’d meet Baby through a game show you hosted to promote your restaurant

★ It consisted of you and a guest going head to head trying different dishes you’d made, usually focusing around a certain flavor

★ This time around the dishes were varied levels of spice, and since the fans voted on who you’d bring on as a challenger they immediately picked out Baby Saja, the Idol well known for his spice tolerance

★ He’d agreed to come on, attempting to gain fans for his group, while being warned to be charming by Jinu, no one would keep watching if he was his usual quiet and guarded self

★ You’d laid out the rules, if he won he was granted a free meal at your restaurant, simple enough

★ “What if you win?” He’d asked, his deeper voice pulling you in

★ No one had asked that before, you supposed simply nothing would happen, several times you’d won, and each time nothing had changed

★ You explained that circumstance and he hummed nodding as the first dish you’d created was served to you both

★ The show went well, views hit a new high as you spoke to one another, interviewing the other about random topics

★ It ended in a tie, a first for your program, neither of you tapped out and eventually you simply ran out of food

★ For the sake of honoring his somewhat win you invited Baby for a free meal anyway, and he agreed with a slight smirk painting his face

★ In the next few weeks the interaction was pushed to the back of your mind, you’d become overrun at the restaurant and still needed to plan a new episode

★ One day a waitress pulled you aside in the kitchen, a table had requested to speak to you personally

★ You sighed at first, assuming it was either fans or a complaint, but from the look on your employees face it was something else entirely

★ Sat in a private room was Baby Saja, leaned out across his chair, his lips quirking into a small smile as he saw you

★ The tension in your shoulders relaxed as you met his gaze, he was here to cash in your promise

★ You made his dish personally, a remake of something from the challenge, and expected that to be that

★ You hadn’t expected him to be waiting for you when you clocked out

★ You jumped when you saw him waiting patiently, silently, for you

★ “What are you doing?” You asked, a hand on your chest in a weak attempt to slow your racing heart

★ “We tied.” He shrugged, “I got my reward, now it’s my turn to treat you.”

★ You let out a confused sigh as he watched you expectantly

★ “Let me take you to dinner.” He continued, “It’s only fair.”

★ He was being charming, he thought, exactly like Jinu said, though part of him knew it wasn’t about appearances anymore

★ You gave him a soft laugh, looking away for a moment only to turn back to his stare

★ Eventually you gave in giving him a date and a time to pick you up

★ This time around your time together didn’t feel like marketing

★ He took you somewhere on the outskirts of town, somewhere you wouldn’t be overwhelmed by fans

★ You ate at what he claimed was one of his favorite spots, talking about anything that came to mind

★ At some point you even managed a laugh out of him

★ By the end of the night you couldn’t help the smile on your face

★ He walked you home, the chill of night pressing through your clothes and rising goosebumps on your skin, you bumped into one another occasionally, your voices were soft, flowing with the breeze that passed by you as conversations became more personal

★ It never felt performative, never forced, it was easy

★ Hushed conversations, quick smiles, and something clicking into place between you two

★ Something neither of you could quite name

★ He was seen frequenting your restaurants after that, smiling, real and genuine, whenever you came to serve him

★ A quick photo was caught of you in his sweater after hours as you stood waiting for him to pick you up

★ Neither of you said anything, but it was known, and maybe that’s how it was always supposed to be

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Shared Realizations

Snotlout x Reader (Could be seen as LA or Animated)

Synopsis: Every year the Bleeding Sun rises over Berk. Every year you wake early to watch it, yet this year it’s accompanied by a new understanding of your feelings towards a certain Viking.

Word Count: 1.1K+

A/N: I’m so glad people are finally understanding my obsession over Snotlout. I’ve loved this man for so long but he’s always been put to the side. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this.

The Bleeding Sun, a grotesque and clearly Viking named natural phenomenon. Its origins lost to the unwritten history pages but its beauty remains. In the week of season change from Summer to Fall, one day, for an hour or two the sun would be a brilliant red as it rose. And as its rays were half covered below the horizon you would be free to watch its beauty as the rest of the sky became nothing less than a stunning mix of pastels behind it.

Some tribes believed it was a blessing from the Gods for the coming season harvest, others simply called it a greeting from the sister Sól, goddess of the sun and responsible for its rising. Whatever it was, whatever its true meaning, it held its very own significance for you and seeing it was an event you never wished to miss.

Hence why you stood awake in the early hours just before dawn broke, preparing for an early morning flight on one of the landing pads around Berk. The sun had just barely peaked over the ripples of the sea’s horizon. Already a gleaming ruby red that painted the sea, you fed one final trout to your dragon and scratched them gently as you prepared to take off.

“Ready for another Bleeding Sun?” You asked, a gentle purr coming in response as you mounted your saddle. Easily balancing your weight on top of your dragon. You gave a quick cue for takeoff, a soft whisper and hand motion, leading you to begin to fly amongst the clouds.

They were by far your favorite part of the holiday, almost as if they were painted by the Gods themselves, the sun's deep, unusual coloring reflected strong oranges and pinks upon their surface that deepened into dark shadows. They were simply gorgeous, even more so when seen on the back of a dragon. A view you still hadn’t gotten used to, and in a way you wished you never would. As you observed them, taking mental notes over each of their hues to hold in your mind until next year's reddened sunrise, another figure rose up through their airy formation.

“Snotlout.” You greeted simply, a smile coming to your face at his sleep ruffled hair and his helmet haphazardly thrown on. Clearly he had woken himself up just for this, which, while he may complain about later, you knew all too well the event of the Bleeding Sun held just as much meaning to him as it did for you. He too would never wish to miss the holiday, especially when sharing it with you.

“Hey Babe,” he gave in return, a small, sleepy grin spreading to his face, “You really took off without me?” He continued a feigned hurt on his face and in his voice.

“I thought you had forgotten.” You responded, adding a teasing shrug as you turned to watch the sun's slow rise into the sky. Hearing him scoff at your remark in a false surprise, relaxing into a more playful version of his usual self.

“I could never! Watching the Bleeding Sun with you is my favorite part of the year after all.” He gave, making you turn to face him with your growing smile.

“You say that about every holiday.”

“And every time it’s true.” He argues, a bigger smile, matching your own, coming to his face as he observes you, your eyes slowly brightening the more your body adjusted to being awake and the way your hair was equally as ruffled as his own, only yours came from the soft morning winds instead of a prolonged night's rest.

No one truly knew what to call what was going on between you and Snotlout, not even the two of you. If you had dated it wouldn’t surprise anyone, you had been very close friends since you were young. Yourself being the only one that didn’t mind his regular outbursts or disruptive antics. It wasn’t as though he didn’t flirt with you, in fact the older you both grew the more focused his advances became on only you, though that may only be because you didn’t mind it as much as Astrid.

Either way, the situation had never been brought up, not that it bothered either of you.

“Here it comes.” Snotlout pointed out, breaking your attention from how brilliant the clouds looked, and how brilliant he looked against them.

Your attention snapped to the rising sun, as always it shone radiantly. Rays of stunning red reflecting off the water and dulling the sunrise behind it. Making the colors of the sky seem as though faded, worn away by time. Light blues, yellows, and pinks blending together in perfect harmony. A frame to the scarlet of the sun, now ever so slowly dulling from its bold coloring the higher it became.

You turned to Snotlout quietly, watching all of the beautiful colors dance in his eyes and the wind bite his pinking cheeks, ruffling his hair more as it passed you both. And suddenly, as though blown in with the breeze, it struck you, there may be no clear answer as to what this relationship is or what it may become, but for now you would call it fate.

And as you registered this realization, you paused as though struck, and finally you turned back to the sunrise, just as fate worked its ironic magic Snotlout turned to watch you. Completely missing the wonder struck look you had blessed upon him moments ago. Though the one that he held for you was perhaps tenfold of it.

He watched the way the red of the sun dulled to orange against your features, your silhouette shaped perfectly against the clouds you loved so much. And perhaps now he understood why.

You looked absolutely divine, the light framing your smile perfectly. As if you were from Valhalla yourself or as though you had been molded by the perfectionist eye of the Gods just to coexist in this moment, if you had told him so he wouldn’t for a second have doubted it.

And as he watches you smile he was at a loss for words, at a loss for logic even. He knew people were not considered bright, were not considered by any lengths something like this. But as you smiled you became the brightest sun he had ever seen.

It occurred to him that perhaps the Bleeding Sun was not the only beauty graced by the Gods, perhaps instead there was another wonder he was completely oblivious to until now. A wonder that had been graced upon him for years, but only now, in his maturity did he realize its true importance.

Perhaps still fate would make you both run these circles of realization until it had its fun. Until then, whenever you both may admit to these secret admirations, you would both perhaps have to enjoy these secret glances. Perhaps until that fateful day these glances would be enough.

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The K-Pop Demon Hunters Bookcase

Back to The Library (Main Masterlist)

Rumi’s Bookshelf:

Rumi Drabble: Makeup

Rumi Drabble: Woven Lessons

Huntrix (Separately) x Famous!Reader

Mira’s Bookshelf:

Huntrix (Separately) x Famous!Reader

Zoey’s Bookshelf:

Huntrix (Separately) x Famous!Reader

Baby’s Bookshelf:

Saja Boys (Separately) x Famous!Reader

Jinu’s Bookshelf:

Saja Boys (Separately) x Famous!Reader

Abby’s Bookshelf:

Saja Boys (Separately) x Famous!Reader

Romance’s Bookshelf:

Saja Boys (Separately) x Famous!Reader

Mystery’s Bookshelf:

Saja Boys (Separately) x Famous!Reader

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Huntrix (Separately) x Famous!Reader

Synopsis: Headcanons involving the Huntrix girls falling for you and what kind of fame you possess

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this! I’m still working on general dating Headcanons for these three but I might end up doing more with this concept because I really ended up enjoying it.

Rumi with another Idol

★ You and Rumi had met on several instances though most were because of award shows

★ Often times you and Huntrix would perform at the same venues it was only reasonable that after some time you’d get to know one another

★ You became friends quickly, bonding over shared experiences and tribulations

★ At some point you become a feature on one of Huntrix’s new songs

★ A collaboration that the fans end up absolutely loving which only leads to more moments together

★ Joining them at interviews and shows as the song runs its course of popularity

★ You and Rumi naturally became closer over time, meeting up for things unrelated to your careers until eventually you both started to fall for each other

★ For a while you both tiptoed around the feelings

★ You knew how your fans were, how they’d react knowing two of the most popular idols were together

★ But one night you corner Rumi after one of her shows and everything comes crumbling down

★ After that you start dating in secret

★ It becomes a careful song and dance; avoiding topics that may lead to exposure of your relationships but still risking it to see one another perform

★ You help one another when it comes to singing, finding the right transitions for sets, making sure the notes get hit right and the lyrics are clear

★ And after you’re done being idols for the day you relax into one another allowing it to become simply you and her, nothing more or less

★ Rumi only falls for you harder when she sees that side of you, the comfortable side you keep away from everyone else

★ After a while the fans get suspicious

★ Rumors and theories spread like wildfire over both of your fanbases

★ Catching onto the quick looks you give one another or how you’re always attending each other’s shows

★ You let them have their fun

★ Watching as people make countless posts about the evidence they can find and what they think is happening behind the scenes

★ And when it���s gone on long enough you make it official

★ Which causes social media to absolutely blow up with responses some saying they called it, others believing it to be a trick, a few completely against it

★ Yet neither of you cared

★ You didn’t need people online to tell you who to care about or date, you had one another and honestly the truth was better than any speculation online

Mira with a Model

★ Mira learns about you through Bobby, who’d been trying to find some bigger names to promote the new Huntrix merchandise

★ He reached out to your agency leading to a deal where you and some other top models would do a shoot for them if in turn they got to meet the members of Huntrix

★ And that was that

★ She’d spotted you as soon as they entered the venue

★ You carried yourself differently

★ Some of the models were nervous, others in over their head, or bored out of their minds

★ But not you

★ You had a smile on your face as a new intern directed you, showing you around and what you’d be modeling

★ You didn’t question the photographer even with the strangest of requests

★ And you helped Bobby when no one else listened

★ You were just, different

★ Even when meeting them you didn’t freak out

★ Didn’t scramble for an autograph or a photo

★ You waited patiently for your colleagues chaos to end

★ Introduced yourself with a smile and thanked them for the opportunity

★ That moment made a place in Mira’s mind, one she thought back to even weeks after the interaction

★ Up until she messages you herself, reaching out to just talk to you

★ And even online you were kind, patient, and polite

★ And Mira didn’t know what to do with the fact that she started falling for it, falling for you

★ She invited you to one of their shows, a backstage ticket, per Zoey and Rumi’s advice

★ She couldn’t help the warmth that overtook her when she saw you

★ You lit up when you came face to face

★ Smiling and congratulating her on a show well done

★ And something about it all changed for Mira; she asks you out soon afterwards wanting, needing, to see you again

★ It doesn’t take long before you start dating

★ No one knew besides a select few

★ Many suspected, especially after Mira made an appearance for your agency, but Mira had made a name of standing up for herself and not tolerating rumors so no one questioned it

★ And behind it all, back stage or behind the camera there was just you two

★ And that’s all you needed

Zoey with an Actor

★ You and Zoey knew of one another long before meeting

★ You were a star in one of her favorite K-dramas and you obviously loved Huntrix’s songs

★ The two of you finally get the chance to meet one another when the director of your show begs Huntrix to write a song for the upcoming season

★ They agree, mostly because Zoey would’ve probably lost it if they didn’t, and are invited to the premiere because of it

★ Your first interaction comes up because of a photo

★ Several reporters wanted a picture of you and your co-star with Huntrix

★ Which led to you all posing together and eventually talking after the press has had their fun

★ You and Zoey hit it off almost instantly, the two of you silently freaking out over meeting the other

★ You end up sitting together, talking after the screening and through most of the night, laughing together as though you hadn’t just met

★ And when your managers finally drag you away from one another you still keep in touch

★ Messaging online and meeting at more events over time

★ Neither of you is shocked when you start to fall for the other

★ The admiration existed long before you met

★ Though something more had found its way through

★ Maybe it was always responding to one another, no matter how late, or the smiles across the room at events

★ Whatever it was it wasn’t a surprise

★ The real shock came from the admission

★ Realizing you’d both been running circles around one another to not ruin anything when in truth it was exactly what you’d both been needing

★ It isn’t long afterwards that everyone knows

★ You never say anything but you openly post each other and willingly mention one another in interviews

★ Not to mention you frequenting all of Huntrix’s performances and her sudden guest appearances in your shows

★ Though whether or not the fans know has never concerned you

★ In fact most of your concerns recently are of Huntrix’s latest song releases and the date you’re planning with Zoey to go see your new movie

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Growing up Rumi had become accustomed to her Aunt Celine braiding her hair. She remembers sitting in front of her, feeling her tug the parts into a tight braid whilst she recited what it meant to be a hunter and what was expected of her.

“You must cover them.” She remembered her speaking, weaving her hair together, “What you are…” she paused as if it was painful to say, “It cannot be seen, no one can know, no one will accept it.”

Another painful tug.

“But we can fix it, fix you.” She spoke, her tone a false gentle as her fingers yanked through some tangled strands.

When Rumi grew up she took over the tradition, became a star and a hunter but she never forgot those lessons. Celine’s words would run through her mind as she styled her hair; braiding it back she recalled her duties and everything else her aunt had spent years drilling into her head.

But when you came into her life, when you took over braiding her hair, it occurred to her that she never thought of Celine anymore.

“Your hair is so nice.” You would comment, gently twisting the parts around each other.

Or, “I love the patterns on your neck, I think they might be my favorite.” As you smoothed out some difficult strands.

You’d come in, bringing light to the darkness that was her taught perspective.

So now whenever Rumi braids her hair there are no thoughts of what to fix or hide but simply what is there, the imperfections that according to you are more than okay. The things you believe to be perfect simply because they’re a part of her.

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You pushed the eyeshadow palette to the side as Rumi laid below you, watching you decide on what to do next. You’d been bugging her for a while now about designing her show makeup and it was on this dull day in the middle of their break that she had finally agreed.

It wasn’t professional, or high effort, it was simply an idol and her partner sprawled out in bed. The weight of your chest laid on hers, your elbows propping you up just enough to look down at her as you created your masterpiece. You placed some blush to her cheeks, a light dust of color to finish off what you’d been working so hard on.

You set the blush aside, readjusting your weight to look down at Rumi once more, your eyes wandering over her features to take in what you had created. Halfway through your observations you stopped, your gaze lingering on her patterns. Slowly you brought your hand up, brushing your fingers over the patterns that spread across her forehead. Your eyes traced the movement memorizing the shape as your fingers ran along her skin.

“I’m glad you don’t cover them up.” You spoke softly, your fingers moving further up to tuck back some of her loose hairs.

She looked at you silently for a moment, watching you focus, holding onto the gentleness within your stare. “Yeah?” She responded, her voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, bringing your hand down to cup her cheek, “Yeah.” You finalized meeting her gaze.

A warmth settled in her chest, something about you, your acceptance of what she’d tried to hide for so long, made her fall even harder for you.

And maybe, she thought after a moment, you’d have to do her makeup more often.

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The Epic: The Musical Bookcase

Back to The Library (Main Masterlist)

Telemachus’s Bookshelf:

Telemachus Drabble: Just a Man

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“I look into your eyes and I think back to the son of mine, you’re as old as he was when I left for war…”

Odysseus can’t help but smile as he gazes down to the baby boy cradled in his arms.

He’d spent years trying to get home, trying to see his family again. It had never occurred to him that his family may have grown in his absence.

His son, his boy, Telemachus, had grown into a wonderful man. More than that, a wonderful husband and father.

Odysseus had learned quickly about you, his sons betrothed, as he settled in back home.

He watched as his son reminded him of himself, hopelessly in love and devoted to his wife. A proud feeling swelling in his chest as he reminisced and caught the softness of his son's eyes on you.

His pride only grows as he watches his son become a father. A little baby boy that reminds Odysseus so much of the one he left behind all those years ago.

Odysseus watches his son hold his own boy, watches as he shares his immeasurable joy with you, listens as Penelope tells their grandson stories, and imagines what it must have been like after he’d gone.

Baby Telemachus being rocked to sleep with stories of adventures filling his head, growing and only knowing his father as myth, finding you and falling deeply into love just as his father before him had.

Now Odysseus’s grandson rests in the nursery where his son once laid. Now a grandfather, Odysseus rocks the boy to sleep the same way he had so few times with his own son.

And as he lays him in his crib to rest he’s grateful to not miss this. To be here to watch his son be a part of all the things he couldn’t.

For Telemachus to experience all the firsts with his boy that Odysseus missed with him.

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Sylus watched as you ran your fingers across the back of the stray you had recently taken in. The small kitten was nothing more than a black ball as it curled in your lap yet he could hear its purring even from his place across the room.

He had nothing against the small animal, he regularly took care of discarded animals himself, it was just that while the cat loved you it must have adored him.

For the past week it could be constantly found with him, padding its way quickly across the floor in an attempt to keep up with his large strides whenever he left the room.

Regularly rubbing against his legs and begging for his attention.

Meowing softly whenever he would fail to acknowledge it or when he would forget and accidentally close the door to his office before it had the chance to enter as well.

Even now it sat content with you only as it kept a watchful eye on him.

It simply had to be around him whenever it could, even when he would scold and scruff it for pawing at Mephisto it would purr in his hold until he would give up and pet it for the next few minutes.

It was quite funny to you, to watch your dear partner have to deal with the small animal, to hear his complaints of already having to deal with one Kitten only for you to bring home another.

Yet he would say these same complaints while gently petting the sleeping cat in his lap.

And then he would wonder why you never believed him when he said he wasn’t attached. When in fact he had obviously become rather adjusted to his two kittens roaming around and asking for his attention.

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The Love and Deepspace Bookcase

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Sylus’s Bookshelf:

Sylus Drabble: Soul Tied

Sylus Drabble: Sylus and His Kittens

Caleb’s Bookshelf:

Dad!Caleb

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Caleb x Reader

Pronouns Used: (You/Your) (occasional use of feminine titles such as Mom or Mother)

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy and Birth below the cut (only mentioned, not heavily described)

A/N: The Domestic Caleb brainrot got the better of me, not disappointed though just realizing I probably should have gone to bed earlier instead of proofreading (the proofreading did literally nothing)

Artwork is from @Bunnyaaart on TikTok

Dad!Caleb who’s eldest is a daughter, a daughter who just so happens to get his protectiveness and her mothers attitude and skills.

Dad!Caleb who spends plenty of time outside with her either training or helping her climb the apple tree you two had planted years ago when you moved into the house.

Dad!Caleb and his matching haired daughter coming inside with their arms overflowing with apples, big, proud grins on their faces.

Dad!Caleb who spends extra time with you in the kitchen preparing a number of different classical and creative apple dishes with your freshly picked fruit.

Dad!Caleb, who never stops wearing the necklace you got him, though it’s a bit worn now, and notices the interest your daughter takes in it.

Dad!Caleb who a few days later gifts your little girl a matching necklace, it’s a bit smaller and changed but her face lights up either way knowing she’ll be matching with her Dad.

Dad!Caleb who is overjoyed when you announce your second pregnancy to him, a secret you and your daughter had kept well hidden until the right time, she had already turned into your partner in crime.

Dad!Caleb who is perfectly willing to give up his office as a nursery but gets more than disappointed when you have to take down his model plane collection, having no where else to put it, it ends carefully stashed in a closet.

Dad!Caleb who can’t help but side eye or glare at anyone who assumes he’s hoping for a boy, as if he wouldn’t want another girl, especially one with your traits.

Dad!Caleb who is still overjoyed regardless, yet visibly more stressed, when you learn that your having not one but two boys in the coming months.

Dad!Caleb who will spend a later half of the night staying up and laughing with you as you both come up with the most outrageous baby names, both of you trying and struggling to keep quiet as your daughter rests peacefully, tucked in by him a few rooms away.

Dad!Caleb who is by your side for every struggle and smile just as he always has been.

Dad!Caleb who can’t wipe the proud grin on his face until at least a week after your boys are delivered.

Dad!Caleb who softly introduces your daughter to her brothers, teaching her gently her new responsibility of keeping them safe as the oldest but reassuring that they can always come to him if it ever gets to be too much.

Dad!Caleb who easily carries both of his boys out of the hospital, a drastic change to how uncoordinated he first was when they were both born a few days ago.

Dad!Caleb who will instantly and silently handle nights with the babies, allowing you to tuck your daughter in and rest yourself instead of stressing yourself unnecessarily.

Dad!Caleb, who is the first person your daughter turns to after school, reading her new book to him as he cradles one of his boys in his arms, reminding you of how he used to bounce her and read to her quietly when she was her brother's age.

Dad!Caleb who is excited every day your children grow more in their personalities.

Dad!Caleb who makes the cutest individual cakes for your son's first birthdays, not minding at all as they end up smearing his work over their faces.

Dad!Caleb who makes those individual desserts a tradition for the two boys as they grow up, and makes sure to put just as much effort into whatever your daughter wants as well.

Dad!Caleb who gets the most boyish grin on his face when one of your sons discovers the model planes he had tucked away ages ago, model planes he now happily unboxes and helps his son put up as he gains an intense interest in them.

Dad!Caleb with one boy who gains his curiosities about aircrafts and your smile and jokes, and another who has the ambition of your daughter, derived from you both, but not the skill and is an amount of clumsy that neither of you are sure who belongs to.

Dad!Caleb with a daughter who is adventurous and loves to read, a son who will happily spend hours with a puzzle or memorizing new facts, and another who will trip over his own feet but can beat both of his parents at a claw machine.

Dad!Caleb who spends time picking and reading new books to his little girl, who will sit outside and use his Evol to make his son’s model planes fly, and who will teach his other little boy all of the tricks to different claw machines leaving them time and time again to clear out the plushies, a gift they will both give to you as soon as they get home.

Dad!Caleb who never forgets an important date from birthdays and anniversaries to things as small as school meetings or performances.

Dad!Caleb who is more than busy but will never miss anything important to any of his kids, and would never dare miss anything important to you.

Dad!Caleb who will make time for his entire family, but especially makes sure there is time for you two.

Dad!Caleb, who will bring you flowers after work just because the idea crossed his mind, and makes sure to pick up a small bouquet for your daughter as well after seeing her reaction the first time.

Dad!Caleb who wakes up every morning to make his family breakfast and will bring yours to you in bed, allowing you two a few more minutes of quiet together before you both get all of them ready for school.

Dad!Caleb who loves movie nights with the whole family as much as date nights between just the two of you.

Dad!Caleb who will continually surprise you with new ideas, dates, recipes, you name it.

Dad!Caleb who will ruffle your children’s hair just as he ruffled, and still ruffles, your own

Dad!Caleb who knows how much you appreciate photos and will drastically add to your collection of your family.

Dad!Caleb who will add every photo of you all that he has to your never ending collection besides one, one of all four of his favorite people asleep on the couch together. Breakfast is long forgotten on the coffee table, a movie your kids just had to see is playing in the back, and they’re all cuddling into you somehow. Each peacefully sleeping and just as at home against you as he has been, just another thing they inherited from him.

Dad!Caleb who quietly keeps this photo in his wallet, looking at it whenever he needs, reminding himself day in and out what everything he does is for.

Dad!Caleb who knows you can both struggle with keeping up with your kids but will make sure it never falls entirely to you.

Dad!Caleb who loves his family more than anything, but has always loved you first and will continue to love you more than anything, and make sure you know it if you ever seem to forget.

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Sylus takes notice one night, as you’re resting against him, of the exact way you position yourself in his hold.

You press your body to one side of his, until you’re basically molded against him. Your heart lays above his, it’s beating harmonizing with his own until they inevitably sync together.

Your head rests slightly on his collarbone, your face lingering just above his neck leaving your nose to occasionally bump it after a deep breath. Breaths which fan across his skin and give him little goosebumps.

Though it isn’t any of this that truely catches his attention.

One of your hands lays gently on his chest.

Sprawled exactly where in a past life a final blow had taken his life.

Your fingers graze where the gash would have been, leaving soft touches instead of dripping blood.

You’re unaware of what had happened ages ago, though subconsciously you apologize. Holding him close now as you couldn’t before. Perhaps it was part of your soul coming to its peace as you laid with him now.

His hand shakes slightly as it comes to trace your own, he turns, placing a kiss to the crown of your head and begins to focus once again on your steady breaths and your heart's rhythmic beat.

Perhaps this will be enough of a resolution to relax his own soul as well, that way his part and yours can come and rest together again as you two do now.

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The Santa Clause Bookcase

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Bernard’s Bookshelf:

Now I know what a fool I’ve been. But if you kissed me now, I know you’d fool me again. (Christmas Special)

Synopsis: It’s believed that you and your fellow Head Elf couldn’t hate one another more. Isn’t it strange how wrong beliefs can be?

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Now, I know what a fool I’ve been. But if you kissed me now, I know you’d fool me again.

Bernard x GN!Head Elf!Reader

Synopsis: It’s believed that you and your fellow Head Elf couldn’t hate one another more. Isn’t it strange how wrong beliefs can be?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Potential OOC & Probable Grammar Mistakes

Pronouns Used: (You/Your)

A/N: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! This is my Christmas special, so I hope you enjoy a short rivals/enemies to lovers one shot with our favorite seasonal boyfriend, Bernard.

Post Dividers used within this post are made by @saradika-graphics

You and Bernard had never seen eye to eye that much was for certain. At every bit of confusion or conflict presented by the elves you both would only argue. It was a wonder that Santa, Scott Calvin, had continued to let you both hold the title of Head Elf. Seeing as how whenever you both were meant to handle a situation it ended in more disputes amongst the workers then any kind of resolution.

Yes, despite your shared circumstances, despite growing up through hundreds of years together, you just could never seem to understand the other. The only thing you seemed to agree on was ensuring the happiness of children around the world, and making sure your jobs were done well and properly.

Though even that wasn’t enough to stop your fighting. One year, you two had been quarreling about wrapping and what exactly was the proper way for the elves to wrap the presents. This argument came to be so out of hand that you fell behind schedule.

Half of the wrapping department was listening to you and the other half to him, and quite frankly it was slowing you all the way down. Cutting your production time by at least half if not more than. You had only made it to Christmas on schedule that year by the slimmest of margins and it was most certainly not easy. Which made you all the more uncertain of what your current situation would present for you.

It was an almost silent night amongst the North Pole as you walked with your Co-Head Elf, Bernard, the small bells on the two of your outfits ringing softly with every step. You were both doing your hardest to discuss and agree upon the best plan to amplify production. As to avoid any big arguments that may lead to another production and schedule delay.

As you walked you both came out onto a terrace of the pole, it was snowing in light flurries as you both stood. The fresh falling snow slowly catching onto your clothes and forming very light halos of delicate snowflakes in your hair.

Each of you were rapidly speaking, and slightly disagreeing, with the other. Which was the case for quite a while until Bernard had taken a step back and paused suddenly, his eyes fixated above you both.

“Bernard?” You called, only growing more and more confused as he continued to ignore you. Until finally you yourself looked up, following his line of sight until it came into view. A small bundle of mistletoe hung between the two of you. A quick realization washed over you as you quickly attempted to fix the situation at hand.

“I promise I told the Decoration Department that this was in the wrong place.” You assured, continuing to look up at the mistletoe that was hung between you and Bernard.

And you had, earlier that day when you had been passing by this exact terrace you stopped to watch them work. Usually your decoration department did a wonderful job, going above and beyond for the look of the pole.

However as you watched them you noticed them hanging the traditional plant up above the terrace, and you had asked them to take it down, bringing up a few reasons as to why it had been decided not to be placed in this area before. Eventually they agreed with you and told you they would remove the mistletoe, pleased with that answer you found it okay to walk away and get started on another job you had to complete.

The mistletoe’s leaves glittered with a slight bit of Christmas magic, magic that the decorators always dusted across the mistletoe within the pole before they were put up. You looked back to your Co-Head Elf with slight worried glances, getting ready to combat anything he had to say about it.

Though when his gaze finally met yours it seemed as though he wasn’t upset or bothered by the classic decoration, in fact he didn’t show any sign of distaste. It was strange at first before it dawned on you, perhaps as opposites you were, whilst you were upset with the placement he was not. Perhaps instead he would decide he liked it, even if only to start an argument with you.

As these thoughts danced in your head you watched a bit of the shimmering magic flutter down and land on you. It occurred to you now what this meant. How the plant dangled so perfectly between you two symbolized more than a mistake of your decorators.

You turned to meet Bernard’s gaze once again, he’d been oddly quiet, usually the two of you would result in much more commotion. His eyes were expectant though patient, observing you and your every move as he waited for you to finally realize what you both had quite literally walked right into.

You looked at him for a moment more before speaking up, “We don’t have to.” You gave, no one was around to hold you to this, and surely neither of you felt you were necessarily in a position where you must.

You watched as he stared at you for a moment more, his face scrunching slightly, he did that when he was thinking. Which was something you had learned about him but never admitted to, much like many of his other traits.

You heard him chuckle softly as he met your stare again, those eyes, you thought, they were always so full of life. Always shining with this sparkle that you couldn’t help but feel matched the spark of joy that the Christmas season brought. They certainly made you feel lighter, more joyful even, despite who they may belong to.

“Why would I not want to kiss you?” He finally spoke. He asked it as though it was more than obvious that’s what he’d been willing, no, wanting to do, as if it’s what he had been waiting so long for. It made you feel almost idiotic, foolish even.

You watched him take a small step towards you. Your bodies and faces mere inches from each other, you could smell him from here. He always smelt first like the fresh fire in his office, a light smokey scent followed by those classical Christmas ones. Gingerbread specifically with a slight hint of sweet peppermint.

You held his gaze, his eyes roaming across your face, finding their way back to your lips time and time again. As his hands slowly found their way to your waist, he was warm, a comforting warm. The kind you feel when you come inside after a walk in the winter or bundled in a sweater as you decorated for Christmas.

And from your place before him you could see every silver freckle dusted on his cheeks. He looked almost angelic, you found yourself thinking with the snow sticking to him and the familiar light in his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered softly, a question to be shared with you and you alone. His voice was almost desperate, though he wouldn’t make any move until he had absolute certainty from you.

Your breath became stuck in your throat, you paused, unsure of what move you should make before you unconsciously replied, “Yes.” You found yourself whispering, nodding softly as your own voice subconsciously matched his desperation.

In almost an instant your lips were against his, one of his hands coming to cradle the back of your neck, the soft ends of his sweater brushing against your cheek as he did so, with his other hand pulling you closer from his hold on your waist.

He tasted almost as sweet as he smelled, just like the new sugar cookies the bakery had been working on, and cinnamon, from his hot chocolate you found yourself remembering. He always had his cocoa with cinnamon.

He pulled away from you with a shaky sigh, a sweet smile spreading to his face as the sparkle in his eye shone brighter than you thought it had perhaps ever had before. His hold on you was still gentle but enough to keep you close, almost as though he never wished to let you go.

Looking at him now, taking notice of every detail about him, and the way he smiled at you, a sweet, loving smile that warmed you even more than his hold. It all made you feel more of a fool than before.

Has he always looked at you this way?

Has the sight of his smile always swooned you?

And have you just been so oblivious as to ignore it?

It had been foolish for sure, your attitudes towards one another, the arguments, and specifically waiting so long for this.

Thinking it all over you couldn’t help but breathe him in and pull him in once again, putting a silence to your thoughts as you kissed him once more.

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The Trolls Bookcase

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Veneer's Bookshelf:

Veneer Relationship HCs Synopsis: Random headcanons about how Veneer would be in a relationship

Velvet's Bookshelf:

Velvet Relationship HCs Synopsis: Headcanons dealing with how I imagine Velvet in a relationship

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Velvet Relationship HCs

Velvet x GN!Reader Synopsis: Headcanons dealing with how I imagine Velvet in a relationship Word Count: 0.8K Warnings: Potential OOC Pronouns Used: (You / Your)

✭ Velvet is pretty defensive of herself and the things she worked towards

✭ So it’s pretty impressive that you could break through to her

✭ You and Veneer are probably the only two people she fully trusts

✭ And because of that she will never let you go

✭ You're stuck with her

✭ Because Velvet rarely trusts people she’s very protective of those she does trust

✭ You especially

✭ So while she’s proud of her relationship with you

✭ She’s afraid to put it in the public eye

✭ I mean she’s always wanted to be famous

✭ But she never thought of how that title may affect her relationship

✭ Luckily enough you see the reasoning behind her wishes (she’s rather convincing when it comes to something she wants)

✭ However after your relationship progresses a bit more she starts to relax and share bits of it with her fans

✭ Lipstick stains, blurry photos, planned appearances, and staged kisses keep the paparazzi and news at bay

✭ One time her makeup crew was running a bit behind

✭ So she asked the only person she could trust for help

✭ Which is how you ended up styling her show makeup

✭ With a few bits of commentary from her to cover up how flustered she was getting 

✭ And as a finishing touch to the effect you had already given her you would look at her reflection, speaking softly to her

“You’re so pretty Vel.”

✭ Velvet still thinks that’s the only time she’s ever actually blushed at a compliment

✭ She likes to lay on your chest when your alone

✭ When she does she can hear your heartbeat which relaxes her more than she thinks it should

✭ You get to hear her and Veneers music before anyone else

✭ Velvet genuinely loves you so much

✭ She just doesn’t know how to express it

✭ At least she didn’t at first

✭ In fact during the start of your relationship she was more closed off to any kind of affection

✭ However when you made it clear you weren’t going anywhere she started to open up to the idea

✭ Now whenever you two are alone she’ll be all over you

✭ She can get very clingy (particularly after a long day or show)

✭ She loves to wrap herself around you

✭ Even occasionally play with your hair

✭ Not big on PDA however, as I’ve explained, she doesn’t enjoy sharing you with the public

✭ Occasionally when you both exit an event there will be a sea of paparazzi

✭ And as I’ve said Velvet tends to get protective over you

✭ As a result, in this situation she immediately reaches for your hand

✭ Pulling you close to her until you both have been safely escorted away

✭ This protectiveness may also be a factor in her preferring to be the big spoon

✭ She likes to hold you rather than be held

✭ Though on a few occasions she has preferred to switch those roles

✭ Definitely has you backstage for all of her and Veneers performances, or at least close to

✭ Buys you anything you could want or need

✭ Her favorite thing to buy you is matching accessories

✭ Just little gifts to show she cares

✭ Has probably written at least one love song for you (But she would never admit to it)

✭ Absolutely loves receiving praise or words of affirmation from you

✭ Isn’t exactly a great communicator on her own

✭ However if you take the time to sit her down and talk to her about whatever may be bothering you, she will listen!

✭ She’s grateful that your willing to openly talk with her

✭ And in return she will try to get a bit better at it herself

✭ She will always take your side

✭ No one else’s opinions matter (besides hers of course)

✭ Always defends you in your arguments

✭ Unless of course you're arguing with her

✭ Velvet can be very strong in her opinions

✭ And if your arguing it can get very heated

✭ She also refuses to be the one to apologize

✭ Except for this one time where she got  carried away and you would not talk or contact her until she apologized

✭ It took a bit but eventually she realized that she missed you

✭ Something she had never felt before (at least romantically)

✭ So she contacted you, a few weeks after you argued you got a call

“I’m sorry. Really. Can you please just talk to me again I…I miss you.”

✭ Velvet prefers quiet dates with you

✭ She goes to enough loud, public events

✭ So with you she just wants to sit and read, or write a new song, even watch a movie

✭ You’re the quiet in her life

✭ You make Velvet a better version of herself

✭ You can see the kind of person she is behind the fame

✭ And help her to grow on it and be happier

✭ Being with you makes her more happy than she ever believed she could be

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Veneer Relationship HCs

Veneer x GN!Reader Synopsis: Random headcanons about how Veneer would be in a relationship Word Count: 0.9K Warnings: Potential OOC Pronouns Used: (You / Your) A/N: This man and his sister have officially invaded my brain. Hope you enjoy these headcanons Velvet's are also posted.

✭ I would say Veneers love languages are gifts and physical touch

✭ He also probably enjoys some quality time together

✭ He finds it easier to open up to people, compared to Velvet. You specifically being someone he holds very close. 

✭ As I’ve said he expresses love through gifts

✭ He just has money to spend, and who better to spend it on than you?

✭ Sometimes it isn’t even something he bought it’s just a new piece of merchandise him and Velvet we’re thinking about producing

✭ He’ll just randomly lay himself in your lap

✭ As in you’ll just be sitting there and suddenly, without any reason he has his head on your shoulder and his legs swung over the arm of the chair demanding your attention without asking for it

✭ Being around you is one of his favorite places to be

✭ He skips random events he and Velvet were invited to because he would rather spend time with you

✭ Or he drags you along with them

✭ He likes giving and receiving kisses on the cheek

✭ For example before shows you’ll stay in his dressing room with him as he finishes getting ready 

✭ And when he’s called for top of show he’ll say goodbye with a quick kiss on your cheek 

✭ Leaving a small green lipstick smear

✭ He likes to think of it as a good luck charm

✭ Then when the show ends he takes the time to give you a proper kiss

✭ Also loves to give the occasional forehead kiss

✭ He definitely paints your nails to match his

✭ He loves to do this especially if he decided to paint his nails a bright color

✭ Because if it’s bright or unusual it’s easier to tell that you two are matching

✭ As said before I think one of his love languages is physical touch

✭ He’s always leaning on you, holding you, or being held whenever you two are together

✭ I think he specifically likes to hold your waist and hands

✭ Particularly when trying to get through paparazzi

✭ He always tries to keep you close

✭ He never announced his relationship to the public but he isn’t exactly hiding it either

✭ He brings you to events and doesn’t bother hiding when your in public

✭ He will of course make your relationship more private if his fans and the news get to be to much for you

✭ You are his top priority

✭ Which also means he's willing to stand up for you, even to Velvet if need be

✭ He can sometimes struggle with communication

✭ He loves you and trusts you enough to speak his mind 

✭ But he's always been shut down by Velvet so it's harder for him to communicate clearly with you

✭ He likes to lay on top of you

✭ Like full weight on your chest

✭ Sometimes (usually when he’s tired) he’ll lean up and plant kisses on your neck and collarbone as he lays on top of you

✭ He’s just never had anyone love him the way you do

✭ Velvet and his parents aren’t very affectionate people

✭ So when you were openly affectionate with him he was hooked

✭ He had a hard time recognizing what he was feeling when he first started falling for you

✭ I think he actually turned to Floyd when he needed to talk to someone about it

“Your band wrote love songs, right?”

“I guess you could call them that.”

“How did you know what that felt like?”

✭ He will always take your side no matter what happened or who is against you

✭ If it’s a fan he makes sure security takes care of them

✭ Trusts you more than literally anyone else he knows

✭ He likes falling asleep in your arms or next to you

✭ And if you ever can’t lay down with him he’ll just lean against you and watch what your doing until you finish

✭ Or he’ll lay his head in your lap

✭ He likes to do this when you have to focus on something

✭ Because then he gets to see you try and stay focused on your work rather than him

✭ Which you usually fail at

✭ You will have tickets to each show he and Velvet performs

✭ Whether you want to be backstage, in the front row, or even in a private booth is completely up to you

✭ Just tell him and he’ll make it happen

✭ Because of course he will

✭ He’d do anything for you

✭ After shows however he’ll always find his way back to your side

✭ Resting against you as you convince him to take of his makeup before he falls asleep 

✭ This man would also live for praise from you (Especially after shows)

✭ He’s an average amount of protective

✭ At least for someone in his situation

✭ He always has you escorted to his shows and such by at least one security guard

✭ You just never know what could happen with the fans

✭ He won’t always have someone with you though

✭ He values your privacy and the private parts of your relationship

✭ Just because he’s a star doesn’t mean he needs to share everything with the public

✭ Not that he doesn’t enjoy showing you off when he can

✭ He tries to cook for you

✭ The only issue with that is he never really learned how to cook

✭ Loves to try either way

✭ Also loves when you get him little gifts or if you make him something

✭ Even if it’s something simple

✭ It all goes in a specific area in his room or dressing room

✭ Overall he just loves everything about you

✭ Genuinely feels like you complete him like no one else could