Random Imagines {REQUESTS ON HOLD}

Dean O'Gorman [The Hobbit] {Requested} (fluff)

For nz-taika

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You could feel a scream stuck in your throat and you were desperate to let it out, but you kept your cool. You just needed a few steps and you started putting one foot in front of the other. It was slow and the world was trying to make you screw that one moment up, but you refused to let it. Just to be sure you counted. Six steps forward, turn to the right, two steps up the platform and you'd be standing in front of Dean O'Gorman.

"Move!" The girl behind you squealed. She pushed you forward. Four steps and then two steps up. You took a deep breath. The time it took for your four steps was impossibly long, but too short to be tangible. You turned and there were two steps left between you and his smiling face, and of course you fucked it up. You took the first step up, confident and then it all went wrong. Your foot got caught under the platform and you fell forward, only to be held up from a broken nose.

"You alright there?" Dean asked, helping you to your feet. You stared at him, then at all the people in line after you and you felt your anxiety. It shoved its way up from your stomach like a fist and you covered your face, knowing it was going to turn red and you were going to cry. Dean let you take his seat and kneelled next to you.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, trying to see your face. You were too embarrassed and he met the rest of the people waiting. You sat in his chair until he was done, the feeling still making you want to gag, but less than before. He walked over to you after the last person left and smiled.

"Hi..." you whispered shyly. He smiled at you and sat cross legged on the ground. There was no one to watch him anymore, just you and a security guard.

"Hello, are you alright now?" He seemed genuinely concerned and you explained yourself.

"Oh, it happens to the best of us. You know, I'll let you in on a secret. The first day Orlando Bloom was on set, Aidan almost wee'd his pants." You laughed, the sound echoing around the room.

"So what's your name?" he asked, waving his hand at the manager who was trying to get him to get  up.

"It's alright if you have to go," you said quietly. He shook his head and leaned his elbows against his knees, resting his chin on his fists. You quickly realized he wasn't going anywhere and answered his first question.

"(Y/N)." 

"Well it is very nice to meet you, (Y/N). I'm Dean, as you probably know already." You nodded, keeping your head down. 

"So, (Y/N. What's your favorite color?" he asked. You looked up in confusion at the question and he grinned. 

"Now I that I can see your pretty face, would you like a picture?" he asked. You nodded, a smile slipping onto your face. You took a selfie with him and he signed your little autograph notebook before giving you a hug.

"Don't get embarrassed if you screw up, (Y/N). Nobody's perfect," he said, waving and walking out the door.

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Should I do a part two to this one? IDK. Sorry this is late. I was really tired yesterday. Happy first full week of the new year.

Peace, Love, Spock
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Shivi