#nhc fics

[whatsonmymind03]

Ko Kyung-Jun x fem!reader

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AN: this is my very first ever fic, after years of reading fanfic I decided to write one for kyung-jun since there are not enough fics out there for him. I love NHC and cha woo min. This is purely self-indulgent and I will possibly continue this story Idk, but feedback would be greatly valued and appreciated as it’s my first time writing a fic (and also posting on tumblr lol)

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It’s absolutely pouring out as you leave the school building. Rain rapidly falls down in pellets, wetting you a bit before you can fully open your black and white polka dotted umbrella. You’re squinting through the thick rain, hearing splashes from the footsteps of students rushing to get home or catch the bus. You lived about a ten minute walking distance from school and began your uncomfortable wet trek home. Your zip up hoodie is not enough to shield you from the cold going through you. After about half way home, you see a figure some ways ahead casually walking in the rain. No umbrella and not even a hood. What struck you the most was how casually he appeared. Hands in his pockets and hair seemingly plastered to his head from the rain and just simply walking. Not even a jog to get home. You start picking up your pace a bit, curious to how they don’t seem to care that they will most certainly catch a bad cold from their endeavor, and you suddenly stop. A splash emits below you from your sudden stop as you see more clearly that infamous green windbreaker.

Ko Kyung-Jun.

And it wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him walking home from school. You weren’t sure where exactly he lived, but on several occasions you would spot him walking home, sometimes with his little gang. He seemed to live a bit further than you as you would turn down a side street where as he would keep going. You rarely interact with him. Both in school and on your walks home. You would usually try to walk a great distance behind him and his gang, trying to be discreet, but on some occasions where you left school first you would be in their view on their way home. Kim Jin-Ha and Shin Seung-Bin would sometimes yell out to you, trying to pick on you or start an altercation, but oddly enough it never escalated to anything as you would hear Ko Kyung-Jun slap them on their heads and tell them to knock it off. You never knew what you did to warrant a pass from bullying from the Ko Kyung-Jun, but you let your curiosity of the boy simmer and remained in your place. Although now you were quite curious about him.

Kyung-Jun stopped in his tracks a few feet ahead after hearing the splash and turned around. You slowly looked up to meet his eyes and noticed an odd expression. He didn’t really seem angry, which he always seemed. Or pissed off which he always seemed. He did look a bit annoyed though, which he also always seemed. But, this time he also looked… defeated? You suddenly felt some sort of tug on your heart. He didn’t seem okay, who casually walks uncovered in a rainstorm? His eyebrows pinched together. Ah, there’s that pissed off expression brewing. Before he could even say anything, which probably would’ve been to tell you to fuck off, you ran up to him.

Stopping a bit in front of him, he took a step back looking down at you, now just confused as to why you would even think to go near him, and then you suddenly jerk the umbrella upwards so it was mainly covering his head. You felt the rain hit you hard on the part of your head and body that wasn’t being covered by the umbrella.

“Here.” You thrusted the umbrella a bit more for emphasis. “Use this. You’re completely drenched. Don’t you know you’re going to get sick uncovered in this rain?” You felt uncomfortable now from said rain, but the next street was the one you turned down, you’d be able to run the rest home without the umbrella. He still had some ways to go.

He’s now looking at you like you’re crazy, and maybe you are. He shoves your hand away, having to duck a bit under the umbrella to get out of it due to his tall frame.

“I don’t want your fucking umbrella or your concern. You’re not my mother.” He scoffed and began turning around.

“Why? Is it because it’s polka dotted?” You honestly were asking, considering he would be the type to make a comment on it.

He glanced up at it now, not realizing the pattern before. He scoffed again, feeling a bit amused by your question. “Yeah, if you’re so concerned I’m going to get sick, go get me a plain black one then.” He smirked down at you, the rain having now completely stuck some hairs to his face, covering his eyes a bit.

You frowned a bit at his remark and went to get beside him, reaching the umbrella up once more. “You just seem pretty cold… and soaked. I know that’s an uncomfortable feeling for anybody.” Your expression never wavered as the two of you stared at each other. You didn’t really know what came over you, but a part of you felt bad for Kyung-Jun. There had to be a reason for his actions and bad reputation. A kindness deep inside him begging to be released. And maybe there was a small part of you that also found him very attractive…

“Take it. And you can give it back to me tomorrow at school.” His eyebrow raised at the command, “or don’t…” You faltered a bit at his intense stare. “You can keep it if you do happen to secretly like polka dots.” You stuck out your tongue at him playfully on impulse, dropping the umbrella and completely getting out from under it. You just teased and stuck your tongue out at Ko Kyung-Jun. You suddenly felt embarrassed, you were definitely going to get it. He caught the umbrella on reflex and watched you start to jog away, instantly getting soaked. He stared up at the polka dots and reluctantly put it above his head. As you jogged off, he noticed something before you turned down your street. It only took him a few of his long strides to catch up to you. He reached out to grab the unused hood from your zip up and roughly pulled it up over your head. You suddenly turned around surprised, putting your hand to your now covered head. You totally forgot you had a hood.

“Idiot. Don’t you know you’re going to get sick uncovered in this rain?” Mimicking, or mocking your words from earlier, he smirked at you as he started walking ahead. Before turning around, he suddenly felt a giddy feeling wash over him. His smirk dropped and was replaced with a poke of his tongue, so fast if you blinked at that exact moment you would’ve missed it. You stared at him in disbelief over his behavior. He continued on ahead with his polka dot umbrella, feeling his mood a bit lightened. He’s the real idiot, doesn’t he have his own hood he didn’t use either? As you continued on towards your house, you couldn’t help but feel more curious about Kyung-Jun, like you wanted to open him up and peer inside, while also feeling your heart speed up and suddenly your cheeks feel very hot…

[willesredlights]

Hi! I would like to know 🌙✏️⭐️

Heyy!😊 Thank you for the ask!!

🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)

Tbh I have actually no idea what my Moon and Rising sign are and I don't have everything to calculate this😅 But I'm an Aries which is my Sun sign ofc♈️

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic

I think I wrote my first real fanfic when I was around 15 years old. Before Young Royals I used to write RPF fics about bands I loved, mostly about NHC and The Vamps. Although as I became older and I'm not a teen anymore I don't like to do that anymore lol.

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?

At this moment in my life I think it's just the fact I've almost finished my bachelor in law. When I started studying law I was so insecure about my capacities to do university. I didn't even think I would get through the first year. I've kinda created a fear of failure because of the fact my teachers in high shool always underestimated me and always said I couldn't do such a thing. I'm not there yet but I'm getting there and I just have to trust the process. But now I can proof myself and everyone that I can do it and that I will do it. :))

It's from this list

[myjlla]

What I write

This post will answer all your questions (I hope so) about what I write for you and what I don't

Requests -> OPEN

I will answer ALL request that I got, even if I sometimes won't be able to write something for you I will answer and inform you about that. I also have the 'anon' option on.

For who

for a kpop idol (mostly that I know but you can ask me about any person) & kdrama character or actor/actress

[I'm a huge fan of night has come, enhypen, txt, seventeen, ateez]

What I DO write

fluff, angst, crack, smut (check special smut point)

headcanons, short stories, fics, oneshots,

x fem!reader, x g/n!reader

bf to lovers, enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, let's just say that everything

Yes I am a hopeless romantic ♡

What I DON'T write

smut - I don't write about abuse in those things, toxic relationships, pain, kinks that go with pain

x male!reader - I am a female so I think I am not a good person to describe poin of vew from male site

homophobia, transphobia, racism etc.

cheating, death (nhc trope doesn't count), spiders (phobia)

! If I am not comfortable with a request just because (and its not said in here) I simply won't do it

Please understand my choice and be respectful

Sending lot's of love and take care ♡ julliet

[randomlifex]

hi!! can you make more fic with Dabum? i can barely see any fic abt him<3

Hi dear, thank you for sending your request!

Of course I can write about him! In the meantime, if you haven’t read them yet, here there are a few headcanons I wrote about NHC boys including Dabum♡

How’s being in a relationship with…

When they’re overprotective…

[big-brainrot-hours]

Has anyone written an obey me replaced au where the replacement is like,, a witch who stole mcs body??? Bc I'm about to--

[navigatorwrongway]

Reminder that this amazing fic by @ace-din-djarin exists and that everyone should read it <333333

[tyranttortoise]

Heya ty, happy to see you active and doing well :) lots of us missed you and i missed SSL half to death lol but on that topic i was actually wondering weather or not youre thinking of doing something after SSL. Any new fic youd like to try or maybe just a break (i know writing these things is NOT easy) Just curious so no pressure, love u ❤️

Oh, definitely!  =]  I have too many ideas in my head and not enough time.  

I’m going to finish SSLL and not rush it.  That’s my ultimate goal, writing-wise!  But I also have an Obey Me fic semi-outlined that I need to write before my headcanons go crazy.  

Undertale-wise, I’ve got a couple of ideas, but I’m not entirely sure what I’m gonna do.  I have some one-shots lined up, a multi-chapter fic that’s Horrortale but an adult Frisk comes back and tries to fix things, but they’re not entirely sure that any of the horrors down there are real; and a Stretch/Reader fic where Stretch is someone they’ve played games with for about a year, so they invite him to fly out from another country, and when he shows up... they’re shocked he’s a skeleton because monsters hadn’t been allowed to immigrate there yet, so it’s got tropes, awkward romance, plus some monster-intergration Surface headcanons.  I’m leaning toward that last one because I love Stretch, and it’d be kinda neat to explore, but I haven’t really fleshed it out beyond that and Readz having a voice kink lmao.

And I have an old Bowser/Peach fanfic that I keep promising people I’m gonna rewrite, but I never find the time.  Someone wrote a TVtropes page about all the tropes in it though??  And the amount of work they did to make it look official really makes me wanna fix the writing and post it up on Ao3.

[triptuckers]

Welcome to the family - George Smith

Request: Yes: OMG George comforts his girlfriend (the reader) whilst she is in labour and then they meet their little pup (the baby) and George is crying because he is so happy and then they named him/her xxx Pairing:  George Smith x reader Summary:  Request explains it all :) Warnings: Some language but other than that nothing. Word count: 1.5K ish A/N: I’m sorry for being inactive :( I just started at my new school and it’s really busy, working with new computer programs, learning a lot in just one lesson, homework, traveling for at least 90 minutes, it’s all a lot but I’m going to try to write as much as I can on weekends & whenever I have free time!! Thank you for requesting this, I hope you like it. Enjoy reading!!

Nine months ago, you had found out you were pregnant. Both you and George were as happy and excited as you could be. You and George were made for each other, and you always wanted to start a family. You still couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw the pregnancy test said positive.

The past months had been hard. You’ve had good days and bad days. You also had the weirdest cravings at random moments during the day and, yes, also during the night. The more your son or daughter grew, the more he or she started to move. At first, you loved it. You would rest your hands on your stomach while George did the same and you would just sit on the couch in silence as you felt your baby kick. Doing nothing but enjoying each other’s company. A little while later, your little one started to like to kick you during the night. It usually kept you up all night, resulting in you being exhausted and easily annoyed the next day. Luckily, George always found a way to make you feel better.

But George wasn’t there all the time. During your pregnancy, he also went on tour with Reece and Blake. It was only for a month, since it was a small tour. But you still missed him. Especially on one of your bad days, when your baby had kept you up all night. You missed him because he would miss exciting things as baby shopping, thinking of names, and everything that came with starting a family.

When he finally came back, your baby bump had grown much more since the last time he saw you. George never left your side for a moment, and one of his hands was always resting on your stomach. You were glad to have him home again, you really needed him to get through it all.

That was all nine months ago. A couple hours ago, your water broke and your best friend rushed you to the hospital. George had spent all day at the studio, working hard on the band’s debut album. You encouraged him to keep doing what he always did instead of spending all his time at home with you. You promised to call him the minute your baby would come. Of course, George was beyond excitement and said he’d be at the hospital as soon as he could.

You’re at the hospital right now and the pain is unbearable. You’ve been here for almost an hour now, but George is nowhere to be seen. Your best friend is with you, and she called George, telling him to get to the hospital as fast as possible. You had already called him, but asked if your best friend wanted to call him again. You need George. There is no way you are going to do this on your own.

You shut your eyes and groan as more pain kicks in. You feel a hand on your arm and open your eyes to see your best friend looking at you. ‘Y/N, you’re going to have to start pushing soon. Your baby is coming whether George is here or not.’ she says. You know that in a way, she is right. But you’re annoyed and frustrated because George isn’t next to you holding your hand and you’re in incredible pain. ‘Well this baby can wait!’ you say and you groan out of pain again. ‘I’m not doing this without George!’ You close your eyes and let you head fall back on the pillow. You couldn’t do this without George. Y/B/F/N is sweet, but she is no George. More pain kicks in and you groan and clench your jaw. And then you finally hear the familiar voice. It sounds as if it’s a bit further away, like on the hallway outside the room.

‘Okay, guys, I don’t know what mood she’s in so I think it’s best if I-‘ ‘GEORGE FUCKING SMITH GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!’ you yell as loud as you can and the door immediately opens to reveal George. His hair is messy and he has bags underneath his eyes, but he looks happier than you have ever seen him. You reach your arm and he is quick to walk up to you and grab your hand. ‘I’m here now.’ says George and he leans in and kisses your forehead. ‘Where have you been? You know I didn’t want to do this without you, I need you, George.’ you say. ‘I know, I know, I’m sorry, I’m here now, love.’ says George and you groan when the pain kicks in again and you squeeze George’s hand. He looks at you worried. ‘Is there anything I can do? Get you something?’ he says. ‘I already got all the painkillers but they’re not fucking working.’ you say in annoyance. The door opens and one of the doctors walks in. ‘Ah, I see the father is here as well, now can we finally start?’ says the doctor. You take a deep breath and nod. The doctor is right, George is here, everything will be alright.

‘Okay, Y/N, I’m going to count to three and every time I say three, you push as hard as you can, okay?’ says the doctor and you nod. Your hand finds George’s and you hold on tight. You take deep breaths to calm yourself down a bit. ‘Y/N, one, two, three!’ says the doctor and you push as hard as you can. The pain is worse than ever and you yell as loud as you can. Tears stream down your face. You keep pushing at the count of three and George is talking to you the entire time. ‘You’re doing great, Y/N. I’m so proud of you, love.’ he keeps saying in your ear. ‘It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.’ you cry and you move to lay your head on George’s arm. ‘I know, darling, I know, but you’re doing great. It’s going to be over soon.’ says George and he kisses your head. ‘I can see the head, you’re almost there, Y/N!’ says the doctor. ‘Okay, one, two, three!’ You push as hard as you can and yell. ‘One more time, one, two, three!’ You push again and suddenly the pain stops. You close your eyes and fall back into the pillows and take deep breaths. ‘It’s over, love, well done, I’m so proud of you.’ says George softly. You open your eyes when you hear crying. The doctor carefully lays your baby on your chest. A small ‘oh’ leaves your lips as you look at the baby in your arms.

‘She’s beautiful.’ says George. ‘She is.’ you say and you turn to George. He smiles at you and leans in to kiss you. When he pulls back you look at him. ‘George, love, are you crying?’ you say and you smile. ‘Yeah, well, you’re not the only one who is allowed to cry, you know?’ he says and you chuckle. You turn back to the little girl in your arms. You lean in and press a kiss to her head. You look at her again and your heart fills with love. George holds out his finger and your daughter holds his pink with all of her little fingers. You smile as you look at them. ‘She has your eyes.’ you say softly and George smiles brightly. ‘She does.’ he says. ‘Have you decided a name yet?’ asks the doctor and you smile and keep looking at your daughter. ‘Yeah, we decided that a long time ago. Welcome to the family, Parker Rose Smith.’ you say and you lean in to press a kiss to her tiny forehead.

George kisses your cheek. ‘I love you.’ he says. You lean into his touch. ‘I love you too.’ The two of you keep looking at the little girl in your arms. You can’t take your eyes off of her. ‘She did get her mother’s good looks.’ says George and you laugh. ‘She got some of yours too.’ you say smiling. ‘We did a good job.’ George says softly. ‘Mostly my work, though.’ you say and George laughs. ‘Also mine.’ he says. ‘But mostly mine.’ you say and George laughs again. He leans in to kiss your cheek again. ‘I’m proud of you.’ he whispers. ‘I called my parents and your family, they should be here soon. Blake and Reece are waiting outside, they insisted on coming as well. Do you mind if I ask them to come in? They were almost as excited as I was when I got the call.’ You chuckle and nod. ‘You think they’re going to cry as well?’ you say teasingly. George rolls his eyes. ‘Shut up, it’s a big moment in my life okay? Starting a family with the woman I love, what man wouldn’t cry?’ ‘I was just kidding, G, you know I love you.’ you say. ‘And I love my girls.’ George says proudly and he kisses your forehead and Parker’s before going to get his best friends.

You smile as you turn your attention back to your girl. She looks at you with the big blue eyes that look so much like her dad’s. Your heart melts as Parker smiles at you. George was right, you really did a good job. You kiss Parker’s nose. ‘Your mom and dad love you so much. We’re going to make sure you are the happiest ever. Welcome to the family, babygirl.’ you whisper.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo

[bluereece]

reece: you're cute, i wanna kiss you

george: i'm sorry what?

reece: i saiD IF YOU DIE I WOULDN'T MISS YOU

[keepseaveyweird]

This concept was a combined effort of me and @blissfulblake hurting our own feelings at 1am and it’s also my lil warm up as I try and get back into writing so I’m sorry it’s not the best, it’s also my first time writing for someone other than wdw so it was a bit weird but I’m working it.

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The wind whistled through the cracked window of her car, which happened to have a wet little nose peeking out of it as she drove down the road. 

“Just roll the window down, she’s not gonna jump out,” Reece laughed from the passenger seat, Betty sitting patiently in his lap as he ran a hand over her head. 

“No, last time she did jump out. She knows exactly where we’re going, then she gets excited and when we park, she jumps. I’ve learned my lesson, close Aspyn’s window before we get to the dog park.” She explained to him. Reece could only laugh and nod his head, smiling fondly at her spaz of a dog who was pacing the back seat. 

Soon enough, the two had their dogs on leashes, opening the gate of dog park to find Blake and Lex sitting at a bench shoulder to shoulder. Unclipping Betty and Aspyn, the two went sprinting to find Harley, who happened to be occupied getting pet from other owners on the other side of the park. 

“I couldn’t hear her from the car this time,” Lex laughed as she scooted closer to Blake to make room for the other two. (y/n) took a seat as the two boys hugged one out, as it had been too long since they had seen each other during tour. 

“Yeah, I think Betty’s whipping her into shape,” (y/n) smiled as Reece found a spot next to her, an arm going immediately over her shoulder as he watched the three dogs run around the grassy hill. 

“I’d say so,” He smiled, pulling her just a bit closer. The four continued to chat away on the bench, while the pups wrestled and chased balls around. The breeze was soft and the sun shined and it really couldn’t of been a more perfect day. 

Suddenly, as Lex was telling her story from her summer vacation, Harley and Aspyn came barreling along the sidewalk, a slobbery ball in each of their mouths. They trotted along, their tails wagging, and a smile plastered to their as they each plopped a ball into the laps of the two boys. Reece and Blake shared a glance before the blonde untangled his hand from (y/n)’s as the two made their way to the middle of the park to play a game of fetch. 

“It’s sad our dogs like them more than us, don’t you think,” she laughed as she watched Reece begin to chase the spazzy German Shepherd around the park, definitely twisting an ankle as the dog changed directions. All the while, at the bottom of the hill, Blake and Harley had quickly given up on their sad game of fetch, and Lex couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them as they chilled under a tree, cuddled up together watching the other two run around.  

“Oh it’s pathetic how much Harley love’s Blake, he peed himself when he got back from tour,” Lex explained with a smile, “and Blake about did the same, he was so excited to see him.”

“Same! When he first walked through the door, the idiot didn’t even say hello to me! Ran straight to the dog and they were amping each other up, they were both so excited. Reece would laugh and Aspyn would bark which would make him laugh more, then she was doing laps around the kitchen. They shouldn’t be left alone together” she laughed as Reece’s little pug ran up and took a seat under the shady bench. 

“Oh definitely not, Blake and Harley can’t be with each other during meals. Blake sneaks scraps under the table for him during dinner and all they do it nap together, he’s asleep with the dog most of the time they’re home from tour!” The two continued to talk about their dogs and the weird relationship each one had with their boyfriends while simultaneously watching them nap and sprint around the grass. 

Soon enough, Reece and Blake came back, the two dogs panting alongside them and the seven left the park to grab lunch. With the dogs in the back, they managed to squeeze into one car, making their way to a small cafe on the riverside where the three could continue to play in the water. The wind blew once again, Betty sticking her head out the window as she sat on Blake’s lap in the back seat.

The river rushed as Aspyn and Betty took turns running in and out of the water, retrieving sticks Reece had been throwing for them as he stood on the edge, ignoring his plate of food at his seat. Harley sat patiently by Blake’s side as they ate lunch, waiting for his portion of his meal. Sneakily, Blake lowered his hand to feed him yet another fry, Harley cautiously taking it from his fingers. 

“Feed him one more fry and see what happens, Richardson,” Lex threatened with her fork, waving it with her eyebrows cocked. 

He put his hands up in defense, the biggest shit-eating grin on his face as he pecked her cheek quickly, “last one I swear.” But not before grabbing one last fry and throwing it down to the old Mastiff as Lex smacked him. 

[navigatorwrongway]

I've now added this wonderful piece of art to The Past Rolls Back! Please do give Sophie your support and appreciation, she absolutely deserves it <3

“Djarin dye doesn’t fade. It has too much soul.”

- No Holy Cities Series Part 4: The Past Rolls Back by @/MariWrongway on AO3 @mari-wrongway on Tumblr

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I am once again asking you to read No Holy Cities.

Foundling/ fighting corps era Din from this series occupies an incredible amount of space in my heart. Baby boy. Baby. Like this post to gently pat his shiny head. Reblog to give him a Keldabe kiss.

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The color red is “ge’tal�� in Mando’a. This can be directly translated to “almost blood”... In legends canon it’s also the armor color associated with honoring family, mentors, and progenitors.

Din’s parents, the Armorer, old and new culture…all woven together. Like. Fabric.

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Quick before S3 comes out we must create graphic novelizations of our favorite fics… Zoom for better quality!! And go read NHC then come scream about it with me!!

[ifellinluvwithamonster]

Smells Like Ash(and Love)

Note: The title is stupid and I’m sorry.

You sighed happily, cozy sitting in your sweater under a warm blanket in your favorite chair. It felt like a lifetime since you had the time to just sit and relax like this, what with trying to run a successful business and all, but it was worth it just to feel your muscles groan in relief. You owned a bakery, one that was known for being popular with the discerning tastes of all the species of the world. Selkies, dragons, minotaurs, satyrs, aliens, robots, demons, ghosts, vampires, werecreatures, witches, orcs, and more all flocked to try your treats. Trying to run the bakery was doing a number on you, but you didn’t mind. You liked being busy, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if you weren’t. 

Speaking of, you thought, might as well take a look at my orders while I’m sitting here. Grabbing your laptop from the coffee table, you flipped it open and took a look at the orders that were going out tomorrow. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, except for one huge order that practically had your eyes popping out of your skull. Scanning the order details, you saw that it was the same person who had been cleaning out your shop every other week since you opened. You didn’t know the exact numbers, but you were fairly certain that whoever they were, they were your best customer. I should do something for them as a thank-you for all the business they’ve given me, you thought. You decided to send them a complimentary muffin basket with their next order. That done, you closed your laptop and stretched your arms above your head. Letting loose a long yawn, you decide to turn in for the night, not knowing what would be waiting for you in the morning.

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The next morning, you were going through your usual breakfast rush at the bakery, when you noticed one of your employees staring at the door. You were about to ask her what was the matter, when you discovered the reason for her frozen state. Standing directly outside the door, was a dragon. This was shocking for two reasons: the first reason being dragons very rarely left their caves unless it was for something of extreme importance, and the second reason being because the dragon in question, who had vermillion-red scales, golden eyes, and was the nearly the size of the bakery, had a basket of muffins perched precariously on its snout. Shooing away the employee you went outside to inquire why the dragon was there.

“Hello Mr...?”

“Tudron.” The dragon rumbled. He had a voice that rolled like thunder, and a thin trail of smoke came out of his nostrils as he spoke.

“Mr. Tudron.” You said, plastering your customer-service smile on your face. “What can I help you with?”

“This came with my order today, but as I did not order it, I came to return it.” Tudron said lowering his snout so that you were eye-level with the basket of muffins. Your eyes widened when you realized that you recognized the muffin basket. 

“You’re the one that placed those orders!” You said, happy to finally meet your best customer face-to-face well, face-to-snout. “I should’ve realized when I heard your name, I can’t believe I forgot.”

“You know who I am?” Tudron asked curiously.

“You’ve been cleaning out my shop since the beginning. Without you, I don’t know that I would have been able to keep my business afloat. I sent you the muffin basket as a thank-you for all the business you’ve given me over the years. I know it isn’t much but...”

Tudron was quiet for a moment, then he said “I see.” and without another word, opened his mouth and tilted his head so that all of the muffins fell into his mouth. He snapped his jaw shut, devouring the contents of the basket in one bite. Licking his lips, he said “Delicious.” he then turned around and took off into the sky.

You blinked. Well... You thought, turning to walk back into the store. At least he liked the muffin basket...

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“Tudron?” At the sound of his name, the dragon lifted his head to look at you. You had just come out to sweep the patio in front of the bakery when you saw your best draconic customer in the same spot he was in yesterday. “Why are you here? Was their a problem with your order?” You asked anxiously.

“Not at all.” Tudron reassured you. “It was perfect as usual. I simply came to enjoy the atmosphere.”

You blinked. “Atmosphere?”

“Yes.” Tudron said. “I’ve never felt the need to come to the store in person before, but when I came yesterday to return the muffins I discovered what a... charming little place this was.”

“Oh.” You said.”Well, then don’t mind me, I’m just gonna be doing some sweeping. You go ahead and enjoy.” Turning around, you proceeded to make quick work of the sweeping and then walked back into the shop, not noticing the eyes watching you the entire time.

                                                          ~

It had been a few weeks since that first encounter, and thus far Tudron had not failed to sit in the same spot every day from open to close. You thought it was odd. Shouldn’t a dragon have better things to do than hang around a bakery all day? Then again, from what you know of dragons all they ever did was sit around and protect their hoards, so, maybe not. Brushing away the thought, not wanting to think badly of your best customer, you went outside to sweep and give Tudron your customary daily greeting. However, when you went outside you couldn’t help but stare in shock and awe. Every inch of the patio was covered in brightly-colored flowers. 

“Tudron!” You exclaimed. “Where did these come from?”

He simply shrugged in reply. “A truck came and a deliveryman got out and unloaded them on your patio.”

“He didn’t talk to anyone?!” You said. “I didn’t order these! I better check my accounts and make sure there weren’t any charges...” You walked back inside to do just that, not noticing the way Tudron wilted ever-so-slightly.

                                                          ~

As it turns out, there weren’t. The flowers were ordered by an anonymous sender. You figured it was some kind of prank, but you wondered who could have the money to burn that they could just order a bunch of expensive flowers to be left on your patio as a joke.

“Maybe it’s a secret admirer.” One of your employees, Nisha said when you you asked her. 

“For who?” You asked. “A lot of people work here Nisha, leaving flowers outside doesn’t exactly make it clear.”

“A delivery for Y/N?” A man called out at the front of the store.

“I didn’t order anything.” You said.

“It’s already been paid for m’am.” He said. “Sign here please.”

After signing for it, you opened the box to reveal a beautiful red-and-gold dress. “Well, I think that clears things up.” Nisha said from the front of the store, a shit-eating grin on her face.

                                                         ~

The next day you were sweeping the front patio as usual, your mind pondering who your secret admirer could be. Who did you know that could possibly have enough money to get those kinds of gifts for you? You paused in your sweeping, a realization dawning on you. Sneaking a glance at the dragon at your back, you wondered if just maybe... Your pondering was interrupted by yet another delivery-person. This time the box you were handed revealed a large ruby on a gold chain. It was breathtaking, and matched the dress you received yesterday perfectly. As well as a certain dragon... 

Taking another look at said dragon, you smiled and put on the necklace immediately. You couldn’t help but notice how he perked up the moment you did. “Thank you.” You said.

“For what?” Tudron asked, head cocked.

“For the necklace, the dress, and the flowers.” 

Tudron didn’t say anything but you got the impression he was pouting. “When did you figure it out?”

“To your credit, it was only just now. But you didn’t have to go through all this trouble. You could’ve just asked me on a date.”

Tudron’s eyes flicked over to you. “What if I asked you now?” 

You grinned. “Yes!”

                                                          ~

“There’s one thing I’ve been wondering though.” You said. You and Tudron had been dating for almost a year now, and had been reflecting on his first attempts at courtship. 

Tudron looked at you curiously. “What is that my love?”

“The gifts I could understand. But why did you sit outside the bakery every day? Even after we started dating?”

Tudron stayed silent for a long moment. “Tudron?”

“Do you know why dragons spend so much time with their hoards?”

“To protect their treasure.”

“Yes. And that’s why, to... protect... you.” You had the distinct feeling that if Tudron had skin, he would be blushing. You said nothing, just leaned in to give him a kiss.

The End

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Leave it to me to fall in love with the side characters who have no canon names or personality 😔😔

Anyway I'm literally this 🤏 close to writing reverse harem fic of lightner reader x the addisons and also spamton,,,,

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So I literally cannot imagine that IG-11's manufacturers wanted their droid to be killable with a single headshot. Like that is a HUGE weakness especially for a bounty droid? That is made for combat? It doesn't track

Between IG, Zero (the droid in the prisoner), and all those New Republic security droids, I think that blaster has been altered a whole fucking lot to be able to carve through legit combat-specialty droids like butter. And considering how hostile to droids Din was in the show early-on, I find it absolutely in character that either he or the Armorer made that blaster of his the BEST droid killer in the galaxy

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This song literally fits sagau so well ajdbdbxb

ok but wait

sagau with this song 

creature by half alive

“i am creation both haunted and holy, made in glory, even the depths of the night cannot blind me, when you guide me“ ESPECIALLY WITH CHILDE AND HOW THERES LOTS OF TROPES IN SAGAU WHERE THE READER WAS THE ONE THAT GUIDED THEM THROUGH THE ABYSS

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Head over heels (Reece Bibby)

Request: No Pairing: Reece Bibby x female!reader Summary: You and Reece have been dating for quite some time. You kept it a secret, not wanting to tell the world yet. You were scared Reece’s fans would hate you. You’re best friends with Blake, George and Reece, but you don’t know how the fans would react if you told them you were more than best friends with Reece. However, when you both get a bit tired of sneaking around. Warnings: Pure fluff Word count: 1.7K A/N: I got this idea when I saw New Hope Club live a couple weeks ago and I was completely starstruck because I saw the one and only Reece Bibby right in front of me. Literally my head flooded with inspiration like what is going on?? Also Jo?? You’re posting two imagines two days in a row? Lol maybe this hot weather is working anyway. I like this piece so much that I didn’t proof read it because I am so excited to post it and to see your reactions. Enjoy reading!!

 It is extremely hot. Or at least, way hotter than it normally is. Even though you live in England, you have spent quite some summers in Amsterdam, given that you have family there. But never was a summer this hot. And it is only June. You look forward to traveling to countries where the summers are less hot. You like summer, of course, what’s wrong about sunshine and going for a swim every night? But too much sun isn’t exactly your cup of tea. Everyone is sweating and most of the men took off their shirts. You, on the other hand, aren’t as lucky. You were comfortable with walking around in your bra in your apartment, but not in public. There’s still a slight gap between wearing a bikini top and a bra in public. 

You’re currently on tour with New Hope Club. You officially are the one who designs their merchandise and you occasionally help out Tanner with photography or editing videos. To be able to design new shirts, sweaters, or any other piece of merch, you didn’t necessarily needed to go on tour with the boys, but you wanted to. You loved spending time with your best friends and watching them perform. But the main reason you were always excited to join them on tour, was so you could spend time with Reece. You and Reece had been together for quite a while. Most people knew about your relationship. Your family did and so did Reece’s. Blake and George obviously knew as well. Everyone on the crew knew about you, and so did your closest friends. But everyone else didn’t know about you and Reece yet. 

You wanted to keep things private. You didn’t need everyone know everything about your relationship with Reece. And with everyone you meant the fans. There was no way of telling how they would react, it could be in a sweet way. But the last time there were rumors of one of the boys being in a relationship, the fans didn’t exactly react well. And so you and Reece kept things quiet. At least until you were both ready to tell the world.

You are currently walking down the streets of Amsterdam the day before the show. It was in the evening, so luckily it had cooled down a bit. You are still sweating like crazy, but you weren’t drowning in your sweat any more, which you are very grateful for. You stroll around the city, showing everyone your favorite spots. Reece walks next to you, and Blake and George are there as well. Ben had decided to tag along as well, but Joe and Tanner stayed at the hotel to finish their work. You and Blake both have your cameras with you, as you’re walking toward a spot to watch the sunset. 

When you arrive at the spot, you take your camera and snap a few quick photos of the view (and of course, you take some of Reece). As you watch the sunset you feel Reece sneak his arms around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder. From the corner of your eye you can see Blake taking photos of the two of you. You smile to yourself as you continue to admire the sun. 

After a few minutes, Reece starts to softly hum songs in your ear. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment. The feeling of the warm sun on your skin and closed eyelids. Reece standing behind you holding you and humming songs. You are truly grateful for everything. Going on tour with the boys was always so much fun. And you and Reece would always find a way to sneak away so you could spend time together. Whenever you are in the dressing room, on the bus, or anywhere else, you and Reece are always letting each other know you are there in some way. Holding hands, cuddles, and kisses to one another’s hands, cheeks or forehead weren’t uncommon. Gladly, the crew didn’t mind. Everyone loved seeing you and Reece together and you were so grateful for that. You didn’t know what it would feel like if anyone of your friends didn’t approve of your relationship with Reece.

Reece removes his chin off your shoulder to press a kiss to your cheek. You smile and right after you hear a faint but familiar click of Blake’s camera. You open your eyes and see Blake smiling at his camera with George standing next to him.

‘Sorry guys.’ says Blake. ‘I couldn’t help myself.’ ‘That’s okay.’ you say. ‘Can you send me those photos?’ Blake nods and begins to transfer the photos from his camera to his phone. You turn to look at the sun again and let out an approving sigh. ‘I love this. Just admiring the sunset with the people I love.’ you mumble and you lean back into Reece’s embrace. You feel a kiss to the back of your neck. ‘I love you.’ mumbles Reece against your skin. ‘I love you too, baby.’ you say and you turn your face to kiss his cheek. 

You run a hand through his hair and admire the way he looks in the sun. Reece is smiling at you softly as he’s still holding onto your body. You truly feel like you got the best one. It sounds cliché and rather cheesy, but you love Reece more than anything. He’s always there for you and you’re always there for him. You love him when he’s all sweaty, excited and full of energy when he comes off stage after a show. You love him when sings to you in the morning. You love him when you dance together in the kitchen late at night. You love him when you wear his sweaters when he’s away on tour. You are always careful, though. When wearing his sweaters or posting something on social media. But as you look at Reece watching the sun disappear behind the clouds, you don’t know why you hide anymore. You love Reece. Reece loves you. Why would you keep that a secret? Love is a thing that should be celebrated, right? Your thinking interrupted by the buzzing of your phone. You take it out of your pocket and see Blake sent you the photos he took of you and Reece. You unlock your phone to look at the photos. A smile appears on your face and your eyes lit up as you notice how happy you and Reece look. Reece has the biggest smile on his face as he holds you. You’re also smiling wide, clearly feeling happy. You turn to Reece.

‘Can I post these on instagram?’ you ask. Reece gives you a surprised look and removes his arms from your waist. ‘You want to go public?’ he asks you. From the corner of your eyes you can see Blake, George and Ben paying attention to your conversation. ‘Unless you don’t want to, I mean, we could also just-‘ your rambling is cut off by Reece kissing you sweetly on the lips. You smile through the kiss and close your eyes.

‘I’m totally okay with it. To be honest, I got a bit tired of all the sneaking around and keeping everything a secret. I wanted to talk to you but just never had the time to. I’m really glad you brought it up. I can’t wait to show the world how much I love you.’ says Reece happily as he pulls away. You smile again and open your instagram. Reece pulls out his phone as well.

‘Does this mean I can finally post that adorable photo of you asleep in my arms? The one on which you are wearing my pink sweater?’ asks Reece as he opens instagram as well. You chuckle and nod. The two of you end up posting a bunch of photos of you two. The captions on the posts are the same; just a heart emoji. They will get it. And if not, the photos will give them an explanation. The two of you hit post and Reece showers your face in kisses and you giggle and playfully push him away.

Later that day, you’re all at the tour bus. You had enjoyed watching the sunset and after it, you walked around for a bit more. Once it got too dark, you headed back to the bus. Right now, you lay on Reece’s chest as you look through your social media notifications. The people who already knew about you and Reece commented that they were glad you finally told the world about your relationship. 

Most of the reactions of the fans are positive, saying they support you. Many comment things as “I knew it” or “Finally!” There are also some negative comments, mostly of jealous fans. But you and Reece care very little about those comments. There are way more positive comments than there are jealous ones anyway. Now that you’ve posted something confirming your relationship, you didn’t know what you were so scared of. You and Reece agreed to still keep things private. The fans didn’t need to know every detail about the two of you. But it was nice that you didn’t have to sneak around anymore, worrying about running into a fan if you were wearing something of Reece’s clothes. 

You turn your phone off and cuddle closer into Reece’s arms. You bury your face in his neck and let out a pleased hum as Reece strokes your hair and occasionally presses a kiss to your forehead. Some people might not approve of your relationship with Reece. But you didn’t need anyone’s approval, really. You loved Reece. After all the time you’ve spent with him, you are still head over heels for him. You still feel those familiar butterflies in your stomach when he enters the room. You still run into his arms when he comes home after a tour. You still love to dance in the kitchen, you still love it when Reece sings to you, you still love to wear his sweaters. No, you didn’t need approval. You had someone who loved you. You had someone to come home to after a long day. You had someone who cared deeply about you. You had Reece. And that was enough. You drift off to sleep, safe and sound in Reece’s arms. Maybe going public was the best decision after all.

 A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo