The closer you get to Astarion, the more mischievous the two of you become.
I'm talking gossip. Grade A shit talking with your bf when someone you don't like is just out of earshot. Sometimes, when they're still in earshot if the two of you hate the person enough.
Him, nearly knocking heads with you in his rush to make a sly comment about a particularly atrocious pair of shoes that an enemy is wearing. You doing your best not to burst out laughing and failing miserably bc he's right (obviously), and now that's all you can look at while the big-bad is making their big-bad speech. He's gotten so good at talking to you out of the side of his mouth, it's honestly impressive.
You, side-eyeing him to make sure he also heard that one dumb thing someone said, and sure enough he's meeting your gaze a millisecond later. The two of you perfected the art of having the most judgy conversations with your eyes only. He slow blinks whenever he's particularly unimpressed. You make your eye twitch to ask "can we just kill this guy, already?" The eye rolls from the two of you alone cause 2d8 psychic damage at this point.
You're just always making eachother laugh tbh.
You pretend to fall asleep on Astarion's shoulder and snore whenever someone's going on and on about something neither of you care about, and he has to turn fully away from you to keep a straight face. Sometimes when he's REALLY annoyed, he'll slowly pull out a dagger and feign stabbing at someone when they're turned away- and you can't even pretend to be disapproving bc you're about to piss your pants.
One of your favorite things the two of you do is play fight.
The first time it happened, it started out as a genuine disagreement. You said something stupid- or maybe he said something stupid, neither of you can remember- but whatever it was became a serious back and forth that could have ended in tears if one of you hadn't stopped and realized how utterly stupid the two of you sounded.
All it took was one look into eachother's eyes- the absolute worst one-liner you could conjure from the back of your brain and all was forgiven. The argument soon devolved into a quip-off so intense that the rest of camp couldn't even tell you weren't actually angry anymore.
You've done it for fun a couple times, now. Usually, it's bc you're in the mood to annoy the rest of your companions after they've given you a rough day.
Astarion initiates it this time- bc he wants to be a nuisance to poor Gale, who's just trying to read his book by the warmth of the campfire. Though luckily for him, it's such a ridiculous display that it doesn't last long.
You're seething. Boots slapping hard in the mud as you storm across camp to get Astarion by the shoulders- your hold delicate despite the venom in your tone. It looks like you're shaking him a little, but you aren't. The vampire is just vibrating from having to reign in his laughter.
You look ridiculous.
"Oh, yeah? Why don't you say that into my fucking mouth, then?"
Gale looks up from his book in confusion, only to see an equally not angry Astarion fist his hands into the fabric of your cloak and yank you closer.
"Maybe I will." He growls, or maybe laughs? Gale doesn't know at this point. He's too busy shutting his book, and walking briskly to his tent- far, far away from the giggly make-out session you're about to have in Astarion's tent.
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enhypen; how they’re protective over you
ot7 x reader | fluff/comfort | how they’re protective over you | tw: implied past sexual harassment, some violence
heeseung;
heeseung is always incredibly aware of your sensitivity and emotional state
so his protectiveness mostly comes in the form of protecting your happiness and joy
if he knows that somebody who’s judgmental of you or gives you anxiety is around, he’ll immediately try to distract you
he’ll make you face him; he’ll put a finger under your chin and make a silly face or crack a stupid joke, and you’ll be so entertained (or confused) by his antics that you won’t even notice the girl who hates you just walked in the room
“what are you doing? there’s people…” you breathed as heeseung held your chin, his face far too close to yours considering the fact that you were sitting with him on the set of a photo shoot where several other people were working
in reality, as soon as heeseung noticed the makeup artist who insulted you to your face, he instantly remembered how she made you cry last week and couldn’t stand the idea of having to see you hurt again
he focused all his anger towards her into love and care for you, which definitely pissed her off; not that either of you noticed anymore.
he focused all his anger towards her into love and care for you, which definitely pissed her off; not that either of you noticed anymore.
“how do you know i’m not a robot too?” you asked.
“hmmm…” heeseung pulled your face even closer to his so that your foreheads were touching.
“heeseung!” you giggled quietly, as if you were reprimanding him for the PDA that made you shy, but the hand you brought up to his neck said otherwise.
the makeup artist who insulted you had left the area by then, hating to see you look so happy and in love, and the director of the photo shoot had just called heeseung over.
“you’re too pretty to be a robot.” he declared, as if that made absolute sense, kissing your cheek before getting up to get back to the photoshoot, “coming!” leaving you blushing in your seat.
sometimes, if he can, he’ll try resolving conflicts so that you don’t have to.
even though he knows you’re better at arguing than him or more persuasive than him.
if he knows the friend who’s not agreeing with you, he’ll offer to talk to them so you don’t have to.
even if you say no he’s probably going to act so different around that friend or vaguely mention that you were trying to do the right thing to where they would know he’s on your side anyway, always.
jay;
if you asked jay if he was protective over you, he would probably say something like, “yeah, sure.”
but if you asked anyone else who knew him, it would be an ABSOLUTELY!!!
it’s second nature to jay to physically protect you.
whether that be through standing on the outside of the sidewalk so you’re not too close to the street;
or literally feeding you food from his chopsticks when he feels like you didn’t eat enough;
it’s so natural for him to be close to you and nurture you that he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing when he gets up just to move his chair at the restaurant next to yours.
“yah! she’s not gonna run away from you!” sunghoon teases him from across the table.
you laugh and jay’s just like ? “why would she run away from me?”
“you didn’t need to move your chair so much closer to hers.” sunoo laughs too.
jay just shrugs, “she was too far. right babe?” he turns to look at you, placing his hand on your thigh under the table and caressing it, like he always does.
you smile and resist the urge to kiss him. “right, baby.”
despite the fact that he should be grateful you didn’t kiss jay on the spot, sunoo cringes at how adorable and smiley you two are, right in front of his salad. “eww…”
jake;
jake is such a loyal guardian puppy boy that he’s always being protective over you in the way he hovers.
because creeps don’t even want to think about approaching you when jake is always touching or holding you somehow, hanging onto every word you say and laughing a little too hard at your half-assed jokes.
but if you’re feeling upset or sick, and jake can’t necessarily be bright and giggly, you’ll notice the intensity of his love for you and the protectiveness that follows.
even though he knows and loves the fact that you can take care of yourself, you won’t be lifting a finger as long as he can help it.
usually you’d go visit him at the dorm late at night when he’s finally free from his schedule, waiting on the couch with whoever else was there until he appeared
but if you had just been released from surgery, jake expected you to be knocked out at home and was planning on going to visit you instead.
“ahhh!!” jake practically screamed when he saw you chilling on the couch with jungwon, as if there weren’t a 8% chance you wouldn’t have survived the surgery (you tried to tell him it was a tiny number, but that didn’t stop him from freaking out). “what are you doing here?!”
“nice to see you too,” you laughed.
“oh my-“ jake rushed over and grabbed your face, kissing your forehead quickly, “god, baby, you should be lying down.” he kept kissing all over your face, overwhelmed with how incredibly relieved and concerned he felt at the same time.
“i feel fine!” you laughed, long and slow, and jake noticed something was off. “i’m still under some anesthesia sooo…” you tried to reassure him, but it only sent him into overdrive.
in no time, jake carried you off the couch, kicked his roommate out, lay you down on his bed, fed you dinner you both didn’t even realize he was capable of making, and gave you a massage until you fell asleep.
he continued squeezing and kissing your shoulders even after you were asleep, glasses on and phone in hand as he googled the best way to take care of someone who had just gone through your surgery.
because if you weren’t going to be gentle with yourself, at least he was going to be.
and god help anyone who tried to enter the room or be louder than a single decibel…
sunghoon;
sunghoon is a free-spirited person, a free-spirited friend, and a free-spirited lover. he has always been independent and loved your independence as well
which is why it was shocking to see the way a switch flipped in him whenever he sensed you were uncomfortable, or in danger
“what is it?” sunghoon asked worriedly, as he saw you frown over your phone for what felt like the 100th time that day
“it’s just… you remember what I told you about that guy from class?”
“is he bothering you?” the stern tone he asked this with alone made you feel protected
he rubbed your back soothingly as he took your phone from your hand, scrolling through hundreds of creepy messages from the classmate who had been harassing you
when his caller id appeared, sunghoon didn’t even think twice before answering, “hello.”
“did you change your voice?” the boy stupidly asked. “i know this is your number. you can’t hide.”
hearing that pissed sunghoon off so much. he couldn’t stand knowing that someone was stalking you to where you felt fear, and like you couldn’t escape them.
sunghoon would do anything to make sure you always felt safe, which was part of why he immediately got up and stepped outside to finish the phone call, not wanting you to hear the aggression in his tone.
you would never find out what sunghoon had said to him. he didn’t want you to know— that’s just how he rolled. all you knew was that whatever he had said was so powerful that you never saw the boy ever again. anywhere. he had even dropped out of school.
“please tell me if anyone ever causes you trouble, okay?” sunghoon made you promise.
jungwon;
jungwon is someone who greatly appreciates things like manners and propriety, which is why it was almost amusing to witness him throw all respect for someone out the window the moment they hurt you.
“you’re not sitting there.” jungwon said to the man who had taken a seat on the opposite side of you in the waiting room of a music show. jungwon knew he was pushing it by saying that to someone older than him, who he worked with, but he didn’t really give a shit if he knew they were scaring you.
“excuse me?” the man asked. “who are you to tell me where to sit?”
jungwon was incredibly rarely the type to do any form of PDA, but he instinctually wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest.
“who are you to be a creep towards every girl you work with?” he retorted without hesitation.
the man had no choice but to grumble and leave, knowing it wasn’t a good idea to piss off the leader of the group he was working with, but little did he know it was wayyy too late. jungwon decided right then and there that the man was done.
you were so afraid of the man that you were still shaking after he got up and left, and jungwon was surprised by the intensity of your reaction. it broke his heart and made him tear up a little as he held you. he had a feeling you didn’t feel comfortable telling him the full reason why the man scared you, but he never pushed you to tell him.
jungwon rubbed his hand up and down your arm, pressing a long kiss to your hair and whispering, “you’re okay, i’m here,” until you stopped shaking.
he did not hesitate to get that man fired with his leader card the second he had the chance to speak to the managers, to say the least.
sunoo;
sunoo can and will end a motherfucker for you.
he’s not afraid to speak his mind, but especially when it comes to you.
however, his first priority is to validate you and wipe that frown off your face.
you sat across him at a cafe explaining what your so-called friend had said about you with tears streaming down your face, and sunoo was nothing but gentle as he squeezed both your hands in his, thoroughly listening to every word you said
“i’m so sorry he said that to you. you’re amazing and he’s stupid.” sunoo’s praise of you and insults of your ex-friend made you laugh. “he wouldn’t know how to do your job even if he had five years of experience. he’s an idiot. and he looks like squidward.”
you giggled. “he does kind of look like squidward…”
sunoo reached up to wipe your tears away with his thumb, pausing a bit to stare at you. “ugh. he wishes he had even 2% of your beauty.” he was being sassy, but he meant it.
you laughed again, forgetting all about your ex-friend the more you hung out with sunoo
and if you let him, sunoo would lovee to say all those things to that guy’s face. but only if you let him. (please let him.)
niki;
niki can be compulsive when it comes to you
as opposed to sunoo, who wouldn’t say anything unless you let him, niki will be throwing hands as soon as he finds out something happened to you.
okay, maybe he won’t always literally fight someone, but he will not think twice about confronting your manager himself if he notices you’re being overworked, or telling your friends their offensive jokes aren’t fucking funny.
he’ll even tell his own friends that, and he won’t care if they’re older than him if they’re talking shit about you.
“hey, stop talking about her like that.” niki said, the second he heard some trainee friends having the audacity to objectify and complain about you in the same sentence. “that’s my girlfriend.”
“and? your girlfriend’s hot, but she’s a fucking bitch sometimes.”
they should NOT have said that.
if jay hadn’t entered the room moments later, it would have been a lot more difficult for him to lie to you about his knuckles being red from exercising with a punching bag.
you didn’t even know niki wasn’t friends with those guys anymore until you saw them on the street a couple months later.
you pointed at them openly, “hey, isn’t that—“
niki grabbed the hand you were pointing with. “don’t point at people, it’s rude.”
“but aren’t those your friends?”
“no.” as they got closer, niki glared at them and subconsciously squeezed your hand tighter.
for a moment, his jaw had set, he started seeing red again as he remembered what they said about you, and he genuinely thought about hurting them again until—
“ow, hey, you’re gonna crush my fingers!”
niki was so angry that he didn’t realize how hard he was squeezing your hand. he immediately turned to you and brought your hand up to his lips. “i’m sorry.”
you paused a bit, stunned by how unlike himself he was being “it’s… okay…”
niki pat your head, deciding then and there that he not only had to protect you from other people, but from himself, as well
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