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absentcaryatid · 1 year

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The Fathers' Day Reveal

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Yunho and San take the opportunity of a commercial to come out in multiple ways during pride month.

1.4K words, Content note: all ages, gender neutral reader, polyamory, coming out, outing is brought up but does not occur, nervousness and anxiety, mention of possible future parenting

Mingi had often said he would like to be chosen for commercial work promoting beds since it spoke to his love of resting. When a Swedish furniture company approached KQ Entertainment looking for just such a partnership, Mingi jumped at the chance. Though he could perform in character on stage well enough, unfortunately, his offstage acting skills were still in development. Dressed in cozy pajamas, snuggling into the bed on set came naturally enough. He was even praised for his realism until it was discovered he had actually fallen asleep, but line delivery in the waking up scene left something to be desired.

Having discussed the problem with his best friend Yunho, it was decided to ask the company if they would accept a change in actors and make use of the idol far more at ease with scripted lines. Stepping into the role without delay, the commercial was successfully shot in one day. Yunho also ably modeled for promotional posters and a catalog spread which proved very popular with ATINY. His charming looks also won him fans far beyond K-pop.

After such a well-received ad campaign, the next year brought another request for Yunho's services. With a planned air date for June, a follow-up commercial was in the works, this time continuing the story of Yunho in his flat-pack furniture filled home. His character was to be given a partner to woo over affordable yet attractive tableware in this update. Since the actress had yet to be cast, Yunho was consulted to see if he had any suggestions, perhaps some idol friend he'd like to work with.

After clearing it with both the highest levels of KQ Entertainment and his partner, Yunho came back with an answer. Holding the hand of his lover, he introduced San to the commercial development staff. “I know you picked June for a Father's Day theme, but would you consider making it a Pride commercial as well? With our managers' full approval, we are both ready to come out as bisexual.”

San had seen the furniture company run ads with same-sex couples before so he had figured they would be accepting of that angle. Yet, there was more to open up about. With a squeeze of Yunho's hand, San admitted, “There is something else you should know before choosing us.” When he was finished speaking, San saw grins of approval rather than a less welcoming atmosphere he had known was a very real possibility.

The two cuddled closely in their large bed the night before filming the revised commercial. Yunho traced the line of San's shoulder before frowning and pulling back nervously. Propping himself up on one elbow, he looked at San seriously. “You ready for this? People will talk, and there is no going back. You've seen the lack of support Holland gets in our industry as an out gay man. I don't imagine bisexuals are treated any better, and all the rest of our situation on top of that.”

San's dimpled smile was a reassuring sign. “There will be screenshots on Twitter within minutes, reactions on TikTok, and fanfic on Tumblr and AO3 soon after. KQ and the rest of our team are cautiously excited for the global publicity this will bring. Hongjoong thinks we can help a lot of queer ATINY feel less alone.”

“True,” Yunho agreed, “but for us, are you truly okay going public, and in this way?”

The weary sigh San let out revealed his frustration. “I am tired of hiding. Our families already know and approve of who we love so there is no need to hesitate for their sake. Honestly, with the way amoral reporters compete to unmask celebrities I would much rather this be our decision. Even the anxiety over our reveal and how people will take the news is an improvement over the constant fear of being outed without consent. Besides, we already have interviews with multiple queer websites lined up for the morning the commercial begins to air. That means the media we care about gets the story, in part because we know they will get it right.”

Consoled it was the right decision at the right time, Yunho nestled back into San's warm arms. Sleep came quickly over them both. The pair were so worn out by their emotions that they did not wake when you slipped into the bed of your polyamorous boyfriends.

Filming took far less time than expected, even working with a child actor. The ease with which they could be themselves before the filming crew confirmed their readiness to be public about their loving relationship. Post-production at the hands of a team sworn to absolute secrecy swiftly completed the commercial soon to be aired worldwide.

By the day of the premiere, San and Yunho had shaken off their fears, but you were feeling slight jitters. While your guys were out for interviews, the remaining members of ATEEZ were gathered to watch the commercial first air during the most popular morning show on Korean television. Seated among the boys you had come to see as family since becoming romantically involved with San and Yunho, you watched eagerly for their reactions. Sensing your nerves, Yeosang lightly stroked one of your hands while Wooyoung held the other tightly to his chest making you wonder who was consoling who in the situation.

Jongho grabbed the remote to turn the television louder as the morning show hosts paused for the commercial break at the top of the hour.

“This is it!” Wooyoung shrieked with anticipation only to be confused by a dog food commercial followed by one for laundry detergent. Finally the furniture ad came on and he dropped your lightly crushed hand to immerse himself completely in the scene.

Under the fluffiest white duvet, Yunho slept in a simple but stylish wooden bed in the soft morning light. The sound of small bare feet approached. Clutching a large stuffed shark, a toddler clad in festive character pajamas also conveniently available from the furniture company ran up to Yunho. They squealed, “Papa!” He opened his eyes and ruffled their hair as he gazed lovingly. The covers then peeled back and San was revealed to be in bed with Yunho, arms out, ready to pull their child in for a snuggle.

The cheers that went up from the watch party, including KQ staff filming for a reaction video, were silenced by Hongjoong. “I don't want to miss any of this,” he hissed as attention returned to the screen.

Denying San's offer, the toddler exclaimed, “No, daddy, I want the other one!” Again the covers were pushed down further and now a third partner was visible coming to a sitting position in the comfy bed. You. Clambering over your boyfriends, your television commercial offspring ended in your lap while your arms went out to San and Yunho. There were warm smiles all around. The ad ended with the progress pride flag and the tagline “We sell beds big enough for all families.”

It took far longer for the excited noises to die down this time. Everybody had leapt up to jump around or congratulate you. Mingi was dancing with a staffer and Hongjoong attempted an unsteady handstand which Jongho knowingly sidestepped as the leader came crashing down. It was clear they were very happy for two beloved members to finally be open about their romance, but also as part of a trio who were very smitten with each other.

A commercial wasn't the most conventional way to announce being in a relationship, but then neither was your polyamorous life. Not parents in real life, the child was your young cousin in their first acting role, but you and your partners were still mulling over the possibility of adding children to your family one day.

Seonghwa sought you out and offered a gentle hug. “I am so proud of all three of you, and your little cousin. You will have to bring them over again soon so I can compliment them in person.”

Once things had calmed down somewhat, Yeosang replayed the commercial several times. Everyone had something to say about how positively this representation could impact ATEEZ fans and beyond. While nobody in the room thought there would not be pushback, in this moment they savored the victory of very visible corporate support. It certainly was not the end goal for queer acceptance, but it was a notable step along the way.

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#kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #ATEEZ fanfic #ATEEZ fluff #gender neutral reader #diverseinsertknet #divnet pride 2023 #Kpop pride #Jeong Yunho #Choi San #ATEEZ ensemble #kpop x gender neutral reader #kpop x gn reader

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aeoki · 1 year

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SHINSEKAI - Epilogue 2

Location: Tohoku Town (SHINSEKAI) Characters: Shuu, Sora, Natsume & Tsumugi

Tsumugi: Temporarily reviving “significant historical figures” through “SHINSEKAI”... Is there any point in doing that?

Natsume: There are an infinite amount of reasoNS. For its worth, tOO. If I said an incredible idol from the past is performing with a currently popular idol, you’ll want to see it, won’t yOU?

If the past is made to be revived, then everything belonging to those incredible people can be used as a “resourCE”.

And the more history created, the more there’ll be of that resourCE.

Even to this day, the classics and masterpiece films are loved and sought aftER. Think of why it’s a trend to bring back old thinGS.

Tsumugi: Ahh~ “Vampire Shogun” has been trending again recently.

I think the first instalment of the series ran half a century ago, though.

Natsume: YeAH. The newest things aren’t always the beST and there is a particular charm about old thinGS. There are a lot of people who want that sort of thiNG, so that turns into a “business”.

They can supply it because there is a demand for iT. A renaissance of the classics that’s been making its way around the manga industry and the other entertainment industries is taking place in the idol industry as well.

I think the amount of profit one can gain from that is immeasurabLE. Someone out there realised that and sent Sagami-sensei and Kunugi-sensei into “SHINSEKAI” as an experimeNT.

And I think they were able to confirm whether or not those sorts of “revived idols” would be practical or nOT.

Maybe they were planning on making them win “SS” and then gain hegemony over the idol industry if it all went weLL.

Tsumugi: No, I don’t think that would have been possible.

Then, wouldn’t they use an even more famous super idol? You know, like the primordial idol – The one who must not be named.

Natsume: ThE “Godfather”. You’re the one who brought it up in the first place, so just call him thAT, Senpai.

Tsumugi: No, Hiyori-kun was the one who brought it up first, you know!? I think it was first brought up as an allegory during “Autumn Live”.

Natsume: No one cares about that right nOW.

But I suppose apart from Sagami-sensei, Kunugi-sensei doesn’t really come to mind when you think of idoLS – They should have chosen someone who was more of a bigshOT.

Sora: Kunugi-sensei was an amazing idol too!

Tsumugi: We know~ In his situation, the era was to blame.

Natsume: …Maybe someone asked Sagami-sensei if they could borrow his appearance as an avatar and he agreed on the condition that it could only be used “with Kunugi-sensEI”.

Sagami-sensei doesn’t have any motivation so I can’t imagine him wanting to be an idol again, thouGH. While they were both active, Kunugi-sensei never had the chance to stand on stage together with hiM…

So maybe he wanted to see their younger selves standing on stage togethER.

Even if it’s just a fleeting, transient dreAM.

Tsumugi: I see~ If that’s the case, then any dream units – “IF” units – could be created using “SSVRS”. I suppose there would be a demand for that.

Natsume: YeAH. For example, it would be possible for a dream performance where the “Five Oddballs” performed as a unit looking like their selves from the wAR.

Tsumugi: Whaa, I’d love to see that! It would kinda be a nightmare for me, though!

Natsume: YeAH. And it’s worth turning dreams into a realiTY. If there’s a demand for it, there’s a business opportunity and that means profIT. There are plenty of people who would get involved if it’ll make monEY.

That’s why, well, there are too many suspects for this imposter uproar, so it’ll probably remain unsolvED.

It would be meaningless for us to pursue thAT.

On the other hand, they gave me a new idea as to how I could use “SSVRS” in another way and even did the testing themselves, so I’m actually gratefUL.

Tsumugi: Ahaha. That’s why you didn’t really track down the two fakes, I see. It doesn’t look like you’ve requested a follow-up inspection, either.

Natsume: YeAH. …Now that I think about it, it wasn’t necessary for me to do all thAT.

Tsumugi: What do you mean?

Sora: Hidaka-sensei said he had something to settle with the culprit~

He knows a lot more people in the industry than we do and he can see through someone’s acting just by looking at them…

He can obtain every single possible piece of information from a short video just by looking at it, so maybe he’s already caught the culprit and punished them now~

Tsumugi: What would Seiya Hidaka-san gain from doing that…?

Sora: Hmm~ Hidaka-sensei didn’t explain the details so Sora doesn’t know~

He did mention something like how it would be troublesome if “significant historical figures” were revived, though…?

Sora wasn’t the one who was asked to get rid of the fakes = “ghosts”. It was Mika-chan-san.

So maybe he knows why Hidaka-sensei asked him to do that.

Tsumugi: Ahh… So that explains why Mika-kun was there, even though he was supposed to be resting.

He must have wanted to complete the task he was given with his own two hands. He’s a child who takes his work seriously.

I hope he hasn’t gotten sick from working when he was supposed to be resting, though.

We only recommended that he rest now but we didn’t explicitly ban him from entering “SHINSEKAI”, so we can’t reprimand him for breaking the rules.

Sora: Yes, Mika-chan-san fulfilled his task in a serious manner. He’s amazing. Sora told him Sora would do it instead but he’s quite stubborn~

Tsumugi: Fufu. Of course, he’d be stubborn. He’s Shuu-kun’s child, after all.

Shuu: I have no memory of ever birthing Kagehira.

I did teach and guide him as his mentor, however.

Tsumugi: Woah! Please don’t barge into our conversation like that, Shuu-kun. You gave me a fright!

Natsume: HmM. There is a chat function where logged-in users can talk to each other whenevER… But we’re at quite a high altitude so I’m surprised you even noticED.

Shuu: How absurd. There are two things that always yearn for high places: fools who pretend they’re god and smoke. Does it feel great to gaze down at the masses from above the clouds?

Tsumugi: No, no. We thought we should also experience what it’s actually like, so we’re just having a good time like any other player would.

Sora: Yes! Sora couldn’t stop thinking about it~ Sora loves video games…☆

Natsume: If another fake appears, we’ll be able to get rid of it quicker if we’re already logged in, anywAY.

We could ban them with our admin abilitiES, but we’re also interested in their experimeNT. If possible, we’d like to gather that data when we discover iT.

We could ask them what it’s like pretending to be a significant figure from the past.

Sora: HaHa~♪ It sounds like cosplay so it might be fun.

Natsume: Are you interested in that sort of thiNG, Sora? Then, let’s do it together next tiME…♪

Tsumugi: If that’s the case, I’ll make the outfits! I’ll make a lovely dress for Natsume-kun…!

Natsume: Ɨ ŦØŁĐ ¥ØỮ ŦØ ₣ØŘǤ€Ŧ ΔβØỮŦ ŇΔŦŞỮΜ€-ĆĦΔŇ. Ɨ'ŁŁ ҜƗŁŁ ¥ØỮ.

Tsumugi: Yaaay! Natsume-kun has been pretty nice recently, so seeing that mean side of you makes me somewhat happy!

Shuu: …Stop chatting like carefree spectators and come down.

You three are still the main characters in this big story called “SS”.

Natsume: ………?

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murderousxcoffee · 2 years

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Dead by Daylight - Angel/Demon Omegaverse AU

I don’t really have a good name for this AU yet.

Reader pov, OC, and character x character friendly. Suggestions welcome and requests encouraged

Semi post apocalyptic world where it’s often raining or drizzling. Some parts of the world are either uninhabitable or just taken over by Heaven or Hell. Major cities that I’m considering using are Los Angeles, London, Seoul - maybe more.

The war between heaven and hell ended in a stalemate, with many casualties and injuries among angels, demons, and more than a few humans. No religion actually 'got it right'. There is no god or gods, just two species of supernatural beings that hate each other.

Angels and demons are accepted and acknowledged to exist but most believe they will never see one unless they're very lucky or unlucky. There was a rebel angel called Lucifer but the former angel took that name from the humans, not the other way around. No one knows where or who Lucifer is, other than a select few unfortunate enough to have fought the renegade. Lucifer fell for siding with humanity over the other angels. When humanity was deemed unworthy, Lucifer gathered an army to save as many as possible. For this they were all exiled. This story is mostly forgotten or has been changed a million times in the following centuries, even/especially among demons and angels.

Most demons are at least partially human. A child born of a human/demon pairing will always be a demon. This has no impact on their strengths, abilities, etc. Angels are traditionally discouraged from ‘fraternizing’ with humans but after the war, the leaders of Heaven have thrown up their hands and just let the masses do what they want.

- Omegaverse details only apply to angels/demons. Constant, known exposure to either side will eventually cause a human to supernaturally mutate, for lack of a better word, and turn partially into an angel/demon, including being part of the omegaverse system. While a transformed partner is considered ideal for a mate, both sides will freely have sex with humans just because.

- Omegaverse system is based on a very old caste system in heaven. It has nothing to do with personality and everything to do with the type of powers you have and your 'ideal' job: Alphas are soldiers, Betas are scholars, and Omegas are artists, roughly speaking. The caste system hasn't been a thing in heaven since Lucifer was exiled, but the biological side of the system remains.

The Entity wants to play.

Character ideas:

Danny (Alpha) is a demon - people think he's the actual devil but he isn't, he's just a really big asshole. Very old, very powerful. Still a serial killer and has been for a long time.

Trickster (Alpha) is a (fallen?) Angel with black wings who hunts demons when not doing his day job as a kpop idol.

The Legion are demons, or at least Frank is, who don't work for anyone but themselves. Roaming troublemakers, probably all orphans, who start fights and feel lost in this fucked up world.

Dwight is either an angel or a normal human 'chosen' by heaven against his will. I like the idea of him with a sword and no idea how to use it.

Sunshine (Omega) (OC) is a podcaster and demon who is trying to recover from injuries gained during the war.

Characters I want to add when I figure out how:

Meg

Nea

David King

Felix

Leon

Anna

Feng Min [is a trans guy because I said so.]

... And definitely more that I haven’t thought of yet.

Well, that’s what I’ve got of the au! Lemme know what you think!

#dead by daylight au #dead by daylight fic #dead by daylight fanfiction #dead by daylight trickster #dead by daylight oc #dead by daylight ghostface #dead by daylight dwight #dead by daylight legion #dead by daylight frank #dbd x reader #dbd fic #dbd ghostface #dbd the trickster #dbd au #dbd omegaverse #dead by daylight omegaverse

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hopeonmyphone · 1 year

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BTS’s J-Hope And BT21’s MANG Talk Face-To-Face In Emotional First Meeting

On September 26, 2017, BTS and LINE FRIENDS joined forces to create BT21. Each BTS member designed their own character, and for J-Hope, he created what appeared to be a dancing masked pony named MANG.

"MANG is a purple creature-alike wearing a light-blue horse mask. Their horse mask has a pink heart-shape nose, an indigo hair, and long string with a short indigo tail attached to the bottom of the hair. Mang is evidently identified as non-binary or gender neutral as they had chosen to go in between the male and female toilet doors during the BT21 discussion video. Mang can also be genderfluid, as they shift between the pronouns ‘she’ and ‘he’ in various descriptions." — BT21 Wiki

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In BT21 UNIVERSE 2 ANIMATION Episode 8, it was explained why MANG wore a mask. MANG’s idol and mentor, CONN, encouraged and gave them a mask to help them overcome their fears since they suffered from performance anxiety.

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Yet, CONN hoped that MANG would not rely on the mask forever, wishing for them to ultimately be free to be themself and reach their full potential.

So, it was always part of J-Hope’s vision for MANG to take off their mask one day, and that day is soon here.

BT21 has been teasing lately that MANG has taken off their mask.

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Now, Episode 1 of INSIDE MANG has been released. J-Hope entered the offices to talk about the second chapter for MANG.

I hope my sincere heart’s desire can be communicated. I was wondering if this could be communicated better. That’s why I made the request. It’s something I’ve thought about for a long time. — J-Hope

The staff surprised J-Hope by revealing that he had a video call with someone, and it was none other than MANG!

J-Hope was so shocked to see his creation; he couldn’t believe it was really MANG. He started laughing out of surprise and also from the cuteness overload!

While J-Hope created MANG and has, of course, interacted with many toys of the character, it is their first official meeting. They spoke to each other for the first time.

MANG: I’m so happy to finally meet you like this. J-Hope: MANG, I’m so happy, too.

MANG was truly like a little kid, excited to show their parent what all they could do, so they showed J-Hope their dance moves. They really take after their dad, and he watched proudly.

"Can you see me? I can move my hands. And I can dance like this!" — MANG

J-Hope even contemplated not changing MANG because of how adorable it is! But MANG told him they were excited that today was their day to open a new chapter.

J-Hope explained to MANG that although the mask has always been a big part of their identity, he hopes for them to show the “real” MANG. He also closely spoke into the camera, just as a dad would talk to their kid via FaceTime.

"You see, that mask is an integral part of you, MANG. But I thought it may be time to show them the real you. That’s why I wanted to talk to you directly." — J-Hope

MANG replied, “I’m so cool without this,” so they are ready to show the world their true self! They sweetly thanked J-Hope and asked him to make them “look pretty.”

Yet, most surprisingly, MANG told J-Hope they had to tell him something before leaving. MANG thanked him for creating them, as they have been able to meet their friends and spread love. Even J-Hope couldn’t help but tear up hearing this!

"Then before I leave, I wanted to say this! Thank you so much for creating me. Thanks to you, I met KOYA, RJ, SHOOKY, CHIMMY, TATA, COOKY, VAN, and everyone else in BT21. With this gratitude in my heart, I’m trying my best to spread my love to everyone I see." — MANG

MANG asked J-Hope if they would see each other again. So, J-Hope reassured them they would, much to MANG’s excitement.

MANG: Will we meet again? J-Hope: Of course! MANG: Yes! Then I’ll be looking forward to it.

As if this interaction couldn’t get any sweet, MANG and J-Hope kept saying, “I love you” in both Korean and English before departing.

It was a humbling moment for J-Hope. He really has experienced fatherhood through creating MANG.

"I didn’t realize what you had in store! The fact that I made that character, really makes me feel real. I feel like a dad again." — J-Hope

Watch the full video below.

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Source: Koreaboo

#jung hoseok #hoseok #jhope #정호석 #호석 #제이홉 #방탄소년단제이홉 #방탄소년단 #jhope news #BTS

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dreamylittlesugarcube · 2 years

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Clothes-Minded

Genre: Romance, Canon

Characters: You x Junmyeon

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Romance, Fluff, Kissing

A/N: Hello, awesome people! This is my first one-shot for Suho, so I hope you like it! The inspiration came from a lovely Anon, so thank you again for that request! Obviously “Grey Suit”-inspired in honor of release week!

**Please note that I do not own any of the above images or gifs so all credit should go to the original owner(s).

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The lights were bright. The dim beep of the camera shutter hummed a staccato beat. The music vibrated with bass. The electric symphony of sights and sounds made the studio space you were in come alive. You could feel the excitement in the air, a palpable energy from the others around you. Weeks of hard work come to fruition.

And you were by no means an exception.

You, like so many others, had put your heart and soul into this project. You weren’t a stranger to working on a music video set, but it continued to fill your heart with pride seeing your vision come to life on-screen. Time moved quickly in the music industry and it was hard to believe that you’d been working at one of the biggest entertainment companies in South Korea for two years. Aware of your zest for fashion and keen eye for photography, an old high school friend had reached out and asked you to apply for a job as a styling assistant for SM Entertainment. Fresh out of a change-in-career, you’d jumped at the chance to try something new. Since then, you’d hit the ground running, now taking on projects as the lead stylist for many of SM’s top idol boy groups.

You heard the beep of the camera shutter come to a stop, followed by the sound of the director calling for makeup and wardrobe. Several minutes later and pink, plaid shirt in hand, you were grateful you always brought doubles of everything. A little makeup stain could cause a lot of damage to a shooting schedule, afterall. Hastening your pace, you froze in your tracks. The sight of a smooth, naked chest greeted you and you felt a blush color your cheeks. From what you knew, Suho was not shy when it came to showing skin, thus you were not surprised he’d chosen to divest himself of the stained shirt right then and there. Taking another peek, you soaked in the sight of that lean, muscular body. You imagined running your fingers up and down those sleek indentations, knowing they’d be rock-hard to the touch.

Giving yourself a mental kick, you looked up to find that you had the sole attention of one person. Suho stood in all his bare-chested glory. Obviously watching you watching him. You dipped your head in embarrassment, hurrying forward. Holding out the hanger in front of you, you prayed he’d just take the shirt, so you could go hide in the corner.

A gentle hand slipped the garment out from between your fingers.

“Thank you, Y/N. You saved us from the brink of disaster,” Suho joked.

You managed to squeak out a “Thank you, sir” before making your escape, unaware of the eyes that continued to watch your back.

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Suho watched your retreat with interest. He’d seen you watching him, eyes gone wide at the sight of his shirtless body. He was as humble as they came, but at the same time, he knew he looked good. Suho worked hard, ate well, and put in plenty of time at the gym to keep his body in tip-top shape for performing. In his profession, he was used to having eyes on him.

But he especially liked it when you looked at him.

Fresh out of mandatory military service, he’d looked forward to the prospect of creating his new album. When your vision for styling the album’s MVs had come across the director’s desk, he’d been intrigued. You’d been a green assistant stylist on the set of “Obsession” when he first met you, and in the two years he was away, you had risen like a star.

Since then, you had been circling each other cautiously, like two animals meeting in the wild. He liked you and he could tell that you also liked him. If the way your eyes followed him hadn’t been a big tip off, the EXO wallpaper on your phone definitely was. He wondered who your favorite member was, hoping it might be him.

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From your vantage point, you admired your hard work. Suho was amazingly attractive and he looked good in just about anything, but you had to admit that you’d outdone yourself this time. A mix of bold and classic outfits worked seamlessly with the theme and you’d taken some risks with your styling choices. Pink plaid, baggy jeans, dark suits, and black leather. Suho was often portrayed as the preppy type, but you’d wanted some juxtaposition between colorfully casual versus elegant monochrome.

Suho was lovely; kind, gentle, and humorous (in your opinion, despite the adoring criticism from his members). Ever the consummate leader, he ordered food or coffee trucks to thank the cast and crew after all of his projects. He offered to help carry things and hold doors. He’d even helped you carry your suitcases when he saw you struggling with the sheer number of them en route to an EXO photoshoot once.Suho’s actions spoke volumes to you as a professional, but whispered sweet nothing to you as a not-so-secret fan. You crushed on Suho, pretty hard if you had to admit it. He’d been your bias since day one, way back when they debuted in 2012. Utilizing your talents to help him shine made you stand a little straighter.

You admired him….but you also imagined what it would be like to kiss him. A rather lethal combination in your book.

Thankfully, the rest of the photo shoot went off without a hitch and before you knew it, the crew was wrapping up. You made your way to the dressing room, the thought of flopping into bed an excellent motivator to make quick work of packing all of the shoot’s garments away. Knocking twice, you paused on the threshold to wait for an answer. Hearing silence, you eased the door open and slipped inside. Closing the door softly behind you, you scanned the room for movement. Sensing no one, you started packing up your stuff, placing shirts and pants into hanger bags and stowing accessories to keep them from getting broken in transport. One hanger left, you frowned, not seeing the white button-up shirt that should be occupying it.

“Missing something?”, a voice said, making you jump.

Pivoting on your heels, you turned to face him. Suho stood before you, the misplaced white shirt still adorning his body, half unbuttoned to reveal a glimpse of his taut pecs.

“Yes, sir, as a matter of fact, I am.” You cleared your throat, averting your gaze away from the seductive sight in front of you.

“Junmyeon,” he said quietly, ”just ‘Junmyeon’ is fine.”

“Alright, ‘Junmyeon’ it is then.”

You stepped back, wondering if the slight movement would allow you to break free of the magnetic force pulling you into his orbit.

“I’m assuming you’ll probably be needing this back,” he said, indicating the shirt he wore as he advanced forward, following you.

You swallowed hard, mouth dry as he leisurely undid each button, slowly revealing more and more of his hard, sculpted abs. He had to know the effect he was having on you…there was no way he couldn’t.

You hesitantly reached out to grab the shirt from his outstretched hands, yelping in surprise as his arm closed around your waist, pulling you towards himself as the white shirt slipped through your fingers.

Deliciously trapped against his body, your heart thundered rapidly at the feel of his breath feathering over the top of your head. Taking your chin in his hand, he tipped your head up to meet his gaze. As you locked gazes, he flushed.

“I don’t normally do stuff like this–”, he murmured, “–but I can’t help myself around you…”

You nodded in understanding, feeling the exact same way. The climbing heat and stomach flutters were a familiar sensation, but for the first time in your life, you weren’t feeling shy, but rather ready to take what you desired.

“Listen, we don’t have to–” he started, misinterpreting your silence and giving you a way out, like a gentleman. However, the rest of his words were lost as your finger came to press against his mouth.

Reaching up to cup his cheeks, you gently pulled his face to yours, taking a moment to assure yourself that you hadn’t only conjured this moment up from your imagination. Junmyeon’s beautiful, brown eyes took in your face, making you feel like the only girl in the world. And as if time had slowed, Junmyeon bridged the gap between you, bringing his lips to gently press against yours. Caught up in a slow dance all your own, your lips came together in soft caresses again and again. Pausing to catch your breath, you sighed against Junmyeon’s parted mouth, lost in the feel of his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, and the smell of mint as his breath washed over your face.

As your heart beats slowed and the fire inside you cooled, a tender glow remained. Placing a gentle kiss into the crook of your neck, Junmyeon rested his head there, keeping you close as you both caught your breaths. As Junmeyon’s soft hair tickled your nose, you treasured these fleeting moments in Junmyeon’s arms, knowing they would soon come to an end.

A part of you wondered what happened after this, but before you could get too wrapped up in your thoughts, the sound of your cell phone chiming made you jump. Junmyeon froze momentarily before lifting his head and stepping away to peer around the room. As you went to retrieve your phone, you suddenly felt cold, keenly feeling the absence of Junmyeon’s body heat that you’d become accustomed to.

Holding your phone in shaky hands, your screen lit up to reveal a wholly unimportant reminder text. Sensing a presence over your shoulder, you turned to find Junmyeon peering down at the phone over your shoulder, a small smile on his face. Looking down, you flushed at the realization that he’d been looking at your EXO phone wallpaper. Tossing your phone into your purse, you hurried to keep busy, packing up the rest of your stuff, prepared to make an escape, prepared to pretend that nothing had happened between you and the man of your dreams.

A hand on your shoulder halted you in your tracks. Turning to face him, you prepared for the worst.

“Do you need help carrying your things?”

Looking up, you frowned, unsure of where this line of questioning was going.

“I mean–that’s a lot of clothes for one person to carry–and I could help you carry them–and we could carry them together to–maybe a coffee shop?”

Your heart stuttered at his words. It almost sounded like he was asking you on a date.

Your expression must have betrayed your disbelief, because he continued on: “I know you’ve been looking at me because I’ve been watching you right back. I thought about you while I was away and now that I’m back, I’d like the honor of getting to know you better.”

He looked down at you expectantly, silently waiting for your answer. You shyly nodded your head, a grin spreading on your face.

“I just have one stipulation.”

He looked up questioningly at your words.

“Put on a shirt!”, you laughed, bending to pick up the rumpled, white shirt off the floor and toss it in his general direction.

“If my lady insists,” he teased.

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sevlgi · 3 years

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hit and run

requested: no

group: blackpink

pairing: rosé x fem!reader

genre: a shit ton of angst, some fluff

contents: idol!rosé, actress!y/n, closeted!rosé, costar!au, slight enemies-to-lovers, unhappy endings because i’m a bitch, a lot of attempted cinematic parallels, italicized dialogue is when they’re speaking as their characters

warnings: slight homophobia

synopsis: There’s absolutely no reason for you to get involved with a costar who you should hate by all accounts. But of course, you manage to forget that love is usually more like a hit-and-run than a cruise ship.

a/n: while i was writing this, i imagined this as what happened before rosie sang “gone”, so maybe you can think of it like that too? i’m honestly so terrified of this flopping lmao...

for a little background on the film: Y/N plays Luna, a pirate captain who unknowingly sacrificed her family in order to have the power to fight the regime that Rosé’s character Helen is a part of. Helen approaches Luna, determined to help her bring justice, but Helen is unable to choose between the benefits of staying with the regime, and following what she knows is right and destroying her life as a result.

word count: 6.8k

The last thing you want to hear on the morning of your first script reading is that the actress playing your love interest in the film has changed.

“What?” you say loudly, straightening in the backseat. Your manager frowns, and you sit obediently, but the scowl doesn’t leave your face. “What do you mean the actress changed?”

“Yeah. She had to leave the movie at the last minute,” he sighs.

Sooyoung was chosen alongside you, after lengthy interviews testing whether the two of you would be able to handle your characters’ dynamic. It took weeks for the director to decide that you were the pair that she wanted, so the news that you’ll be meeting your costar for the first time in front of paparazzi is quite the shock to your system. “Shit. Then who’s the replacement?”

Your manager presses his lips together firmly before answering, “Park Chaeyoung. She’s an idol.”

You groan and slump down again. “Great. Another idol actress? Please don’t tell me that this is her first role too. Oh god, is she straight?”

“Yes to all of the above,” Chan says tensely.

Maybe you’re being dramatic, but it’s honestly a big deal. It’s the first leading role you’ve bagged, especially in a mainstream LGBTQ+ movie, and Sooyoung was the best costar you could’ve picked. You’ve never met Park Chaeyoung before, and you already know that all your plans are going to be messed up.

Chan pulls the car into the parking lot, and you scowl when you realize that most of the paparazzi have arrived. “We’re going around the back. Y/N, promise me one thing: don’t make a scene, okay?” your manager pleads. “I’m not happy about it either, but Chaeyoung has a good reputation. You’ll just ruin yours if you blow up at her.”

“I promise,” you answer through gritted teeth. You slip through the open side door as soon as you get out of the car, ignoring Chan’s call after you to have a good time like you would’ve.

To make matters worse, you don’t even get a chance to talk to the director or Chaeyoung before you’re swarmed by a crowd of reporters, even if that ‘talk’ would’ve consisted of more yelling than anything. “Y/N, Y/N!”

“Okay, let her up!” Seulgi shouts, pushing her way through. She grips your arm to lead you towards the cast table, whispering under her breath, “I’ll explain later. But just run with it, okay?”

You have plenty of problems with idol actresses, but you’ve never been inclined to say all those problems to their faces. Until now, that is. Now, you’re sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with a girl you know has absolutely no credentials to be playing the other role in your upcoming movie, resisting the urge to ball your script up and throw it in her face.

There’s nothing wrong with Park Chaeyoung as a person-- she’s admittedly gorgeous, probably sweet, and you’re sure she isn’t a bad actress in any sense. The only thing wrong with the situation is that she’s painfully straight and auditioning to be your love interest in what might be Korea’s first mainstream lesbian film, and that you have never spoken to her before.

Chaeyoung avoids your stare with a clenched jaw, and in normal circumstances, you would already be apologizing profusely for making her uncomfortable. In this circumstance, though, your obvious grudge against her only contributes to the dynamic her character is supposed to have with yours.

“Miss Kang, is it true that the actors were only picked today?”

The director grimaces, and the both of you turn to look at the cameras flashing by the sides of the room. It was never the plan to allow paparazzi to sit in on the first reading that you and Chaeyoung would be doing together, especially since it’s true that Chaeyoung was only chosen hours ago, after the original actress bailed. Even though your grudge should be against the girl who left, it’s easier to glare at the one sitting next to you. “Not exactly. Y/N has been confirmed for the role of Luna for months, but we recently added Chaeyoung as Helen. But we can assure that their chemistry will be wonderful,” Seulgi reassures the audience. What a lie.

Yet another reporter calls out, “How much of the script will we be seeing today, and when will the trailer be released?”

“Since the casting was changed today, the trailer has been delayed,” Seulgi says. You can hear the panic in her voice, and clear your throat. “As for the script… we’re only doing part of one scene that will show up in the trailer today, so we’ll just let them begin. Y/N?”

As you take a sip of water to prepare yourself, you almost hope that Chaeyoung messes up her part. It would be bad press, sure, and it would only contribute to Seulgi’s stress, but it would be satisfying for her to realize that she doesn’t deserve her part. She’s just an idol, after all, and she’s taking away representation from the people who need it.

“Are you saying you’re better than me?” you begin, your voice ice-cold.

You watch Chaeyoung’s throat bob, but her voice is steady and clear when she says her line. “No! I’m not saying that I’m better than you… but by all accounts, there’s no way you should have this power.”

“Would you be less scared then?” You pause, watch as Chaeyoung’s expression changes to the panic that her character’s would. “I’m kidding, Helen. I did things to get these powers, things that I’m not proud of.”

“Why would you do that? You’re strong… you don’t need them.”

“I’ve never been-- shit.” The tips of your ears start to burn, and suddenly, your lines are swimming before your eyes. Maybe all your hoping and wishing that Chaeyoung messes up has reflected onto you instead.

She attempts to remind you, “I haven’t always--”

“I know,” you hiss, but your voice is too loud in the silent room. Chaeyoung turns bright pink, too, but you still can’t seem to say your lines out loud. Shit, shit, shit--

“I’m just trying to help,” she sighs.

You whip your head to glare at her, and she winces at the daggers you send in her direction. “Shut the hell up--”

“Okay, the script reading will end here,” Seulgi announces loudly, and you bite down hard on your tongue. You don’t dare to look at the other cast members, don’t dare to think about how they must be guilting you for cutting their PR short. “Thank you everyone, please leave with security.”

You stay in your seat, staring at your script with burning eyes until you feel a hand on your shoulder and jolt. “Hey,” Chaeyoung reminds you, “we can leave.”

“Don’t touch me” is your only answer, and you storm out of the room. Alone.

The next time you see Chaeyoung is the next day, at a script-reading that the paparazzi knows nothing about. (You do see a friend request from a Park Chaeyoung the night before, but you ignore it.)

Seulgi attempts a smile, but it doesn’t hide the bags under her eyes. She claps and raises her voice to get the cast’s attention. “Okay, everyone. We didn’t get what we wanted yesterday, but that’s fine. Um… let’s try yesterday’s scene from Chaeyoung’s part, okay? From ‘you don’t need them’.”

Chaeyoung nods. “You’re strong… you don’t need them,” she starts, worry tinging into her voice.

“I haven’t always been strong,” you reply, your voice harsher than it should be just to stop yourself from messing up again.

“Still. Powers aren’t everything, Luna, it’s too hard to have them.”

You sigh. “Newsflash, princess. It’s harder not to.”

“But--” Chaeyoung interjects.

“Did you ever think,” you cut her off, “that I didn’t care that it’d be hard? Did you ever think that the rest of us are tired of you abusing the thing that you’re given, but we have to fight for?”

You look right to Seulgi once you finish, ignoring the part underneath that says you should look to Chaeyoung at the end of the scene. The director smiles anyway. “That was great, you two. I think you capture the tension perfectly, which is a relief.”

You fight the urge to laugh. “I know that changing our main cast so close to the actual production is really difficult,” Seulgi sighs. “And I’m really sorry to inconvenience you all. The schedule is really squished now, and we just have to work through it. Chaeyoung, Y/N, all I ask is that you try to work together, okay? I know you’ll be amazing together.”

Chaeyoung speaks, possibly for the first time besides her lines. “Of course, Ms. Bae. I’ll do my best.”

“I’m sure. We have to cut this short, again, but we’re scheduled for costume fitting right now,” Seulgi groans. “We have to at least get the outfits for the trailer to fit. Sorry, everyone. Down the hall, okay?”

Of course, you and Chaeyoung have to get fit together. The only sound in the hallway is that of her heels clicking on the wood, and you resist the urge to shout at her to stop. Luckily, you arrive in the fitting room before you can.

Your eyes widen at the dress hanging there. It’s incredible, even without the layers that would support the skirt-- you can’t even imagine how the beading and pink silk would look on Chaeyoung. Ethereal, probably. “Y/N, yours is here,” the costume director laughs, beckoning you over.

Even though your own outfit isn’t nearly as opulent, you can’t help but admire the gold detailing on the cuffs and the tailoring. “Thank god yours doesn’t take so much sewing,” the director grunts, pinning the side. “You know, the two of you are going to look fantastic in these, even if we have to spill all that blood on them to shoot the trailer.”

“Sooyoung would’ve looked better.” It’s mean, and it’s a low blow, but the director doesn’t take your bait.

She pokes her head out to where Chaeyoung’s being fitted. “Now? Okay, Y/N, go out there. We need to take a look at the two of you together.”

You can’t stop your jaw from dropping when you see Chaeyoung. She’s all candyfloss hair and gold adorning her tiny waist, and in all her glory, you can’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe she was made for the role. “You look really good,” she compliments softly.

Nodding stiffly, you turn for the seamstresses. Chaeyoung moves to fiddle with her gloves when she realizes that you have absolutely no interest in continuing the conversation.

Well, if there’s one thing you can nitpick about her, it isn’t how she looks; she looks absolutely perfect for the role of Princess Helen, maybe even more perfect than Sooyoung.

One of the costume directors steps in. “Okay, you can get changed out, but you have to come back in a few hours,” she tells you. “We have to make a lot of changes, then fit you again.”

You step down from the podium, going towards your dressing room without a second thought until Chaeyoung calls for you. “Y/N? Do you want to have lunch later? In your trailer or something?”

“Sure,” you answer, barely glancing back. When you do, all you see is her with shiny puppy eyes, and in her giant gown, it’s eerily similar to the role she’s supposed to be playing.

“It’s nice. You’ve decorated it?”

You nod absentmindedly, clearing the narrow couch off for yourself to sit on, since Chaeyoung has taken the only chair that could fit in the trailer. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve had it for a few months, so.”

She winces. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you frown. Chaeyoung apologizes too much, but at least she’s upfront about whatever she has to say.

Your costar sighs, “For usurping the role? You must’ve gotten attached to Sooyoung, and it’s got to be horrible for me to just… arrive like this.”

“You know… that’s part of it.” You can’t lie; a big part of the resentment you hold against Chaeyoung is the fact that she took a role meant for someone else, someone you were friends with. “The other thing… I don’t like idol actresses,” you tell her.

Chaeyoung’s brows furrow, and she leans forward. “Why? I mean, why don’t you?”

You pause to think about it. “Well… I mean, think about it like this. Sooyoung and my auditions went for weeks before we were chosen, as a pair. Didn’t you get this role because you were an idol? You had to audition, sure, but I bet you just flashed a few smiles and read the script and got chosen. How is that fair?”

She opens her mouth to speak, but you hold your hand up and continue, “And the other thing. You’re straight.”

Chaeyoung chokes on air at that, spluttering, “What? You hate me because I’m straight?”

“No,” you say incredulously, “Well, I don’t hate you. But you being straight, and landing the lead role in a film like this… you’re taking away representation. And that’s kind of shitty of you.”

The air inside the trailer becomes suffocating, and Chaeyoung’s fiddling with the jacket in her lap finally stops when she throws it aside and stands up. She sounds like she’s about to cry when she says quietly, “Have you ever considered that I’m not straight? It’s not… it’s not that easy to be out about it--”

“Oh, cry me a river,” you groan. “Look, I apologize for assuming, but if you want to act in lesbian roles, you can’t pretend to be straight. It’s all for your fans, isn’t it? Another part of being an idol--”

She stands up, then storms right out of the trailer without another word, the door banging closed. The only thing you can do in response is sigh and utter a quiet, “Shit”.

Perhaps it’s just your luck that the first proper scene you have to film with Chaeyoung is your culminating kiss scene.

It shouldn’t be in the trailer at all-- according to the scene schedule, the two of you would’ve filmed your scenes together in chronological order, and the kiss would’ve been at the end, hopefully after a reconciliation between the two of you. However, for some inexplicable reason, it’s going to be the first one you do, without a single second of rehearsal.

You’re a one-take wonder, and you always have been, but you can’t help but think about how impossible it’s going to be to pull off such an intense scene with someone you just fought with. Sighing, you lean over to fiddle with your hair; it’s slightly tangled now, and there’s a fake scrape on the side of your cheek.

At a side, Chaeyoung is similarly beat up, fake blood smeared on the left side of her face. Her long hair has been put in an updo and then taken down, and parts of her dress are ripped; to you, she looks more like Helen than herself now.

“Okay, everyone, are we ready? Positions, please!”

You arrange yourself on the ground where you should be, holding a handkerchief to your cheek like instructed as Chaeyoung stands by the camera to run to you. Exhaling sharply, your eyes meet hers for the first time in days. “Action!”

Chaeyoung sprints to you as soon as she’s cued, falling in front of you in a heap. “Luna,” she gasps, reaching a gloved hand out to the ‘injured’ half of your face.

“I’m fine,” you smile weakly. The camera hovers by Chaeyoung’s shoulder, and you soften your gaze as much as possible as your hand comes up to hers.

The other girl only moves closer, her eyes scanning yours and her dress surrounding the both of you like a sea of gauze. Her nose is almost brushing up against yours, and you mutter softly, “Be careful. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want.”

“Well, what do you want?” Chaeyoung implores, almost inaudible. Her breath quivers, and you feel it when you reach forward to cup her jaw. “Luna, what do you want right now?”

“I’m not making a move until you tell me to,” you shake your head.

The blonde’s hands slip off your face, and she braces herself on your thighs instead. She laughs breathily, “Coward.”

“Your coward, huh?”

Chaeyoung pauses, scraping her teeth across her bottom lip. It’s so quiet that you think you could hear a pin drop, and the torches held up by the crew flicker across her face so naturally. “If you want to be.”

There’s probably another line that comes after, but with Chaeyoung so close to you, it swims blurrily in your mind. So instead, you just lean up, pull her down, and connect your lips.

She plays along, thankfully, stumbling slightly in her character’s eagerness to get a little closer. The only thing you can hear is Chaeyoung’s slight gasp when you let your hands wander down to her waist, and it’s almost scary how absorbed you are in the scene.

“Okay, cut!” Seulgi’s shout breaks you from your trance, and you hold your hands up as if in surrounder. Chaeyoung’s cheeks are red yet again when she sits up, staring anywhere other than you.

Your director hops off her chair to run towards you, a huge grin on her face. “That was perfect,” she shouts. “Y/N, I think you forgot a line? But it worked out amazingly. The one-take wonder, right?”

You grin when she pats you on the shoulder, a little harder than necessary. Apparently, all your worries were for nothing, as you and Chaeyoung stand to monitor your own shot in the screen next to Joohyun.

You can’t even hear all the praise she showers on the two of you, and you pay no attention to all the details she points out that apparently showcase your perfect chemistry with your costar. All you feel is a slight squeeze on your hand, hidden in the mess of fabric by your side.

You jolt awake at the sound of your phone ringing loudly by your side, finding an unknown number as the caller ID. Accepting hesitantly, you greet, “Hello?”

“Y/N? Did Chan give me the right number?”

Oh. It’s Chaeyoung. “Yeah.” You clear your throat in an attempt to sound a little less drowsy, then repeat, “Right number. Why’d you ask Chan?”

“Well, it’s kinda hard to find you when you never accepted my request,” she laughs quietly. “Um, I have to record the OST today, and I was wondering whether you’d want to come watch? Chan said you didn’t really have any scenes later today.”

“Um. Okay. I’ll ask Chan to bring me,” you answer, then hang up. Your head swims slightly, partially due to the fact that you woke up to the piercing sound of your ringtone and partially because you just don’t understand why Chaeyoung’s reaching out again. You should be the one apologizing, after the tangent you went off on, and you highly doubt that your kiss scene doubled as an apology. Of course, you’ll take it.

Your manager is more than pleased to pick you up this time, but thankfully, he doesn’t question you. If he did, he’d probably be the one you shouted at.

The studio is honestly too small for two people, probably hastily set up, but you recognize the recording equipment from a video of Chaeyoung recording one of her group’s songs. And you recognize the girl already standing in the recording booth, waving you over. “Hi,” she smiles, and for all you try, you don’t see a hint of malice.

“Hey,” you mumble, taking a seat. “Uh… I’m sorry.”

“Wow, straightforward,” she tries to joke. “What for?”

You scratch the back of your neck, sighing, “For assuming, for blowing up on you, for… I don’t know, kind of everything. I’m an asshole, even if what I said wasn’t wrong.”

Chaeyoung chuckles, fiddling with the mic. “I mean, I appreciate the apology, but I wasn’t great either. You definitely had some truth behind what you said, even if it was kind of too to the point.”

“I know. You were just trying to apologize and help us become civil, and I kind of ruined it,” you hum. The other girl adjusts the lyric stand as you continue, “But I’m hoping you understand why I had to say what I did?”

“I do,” she agrees. “You’re definitely right that it’s not good representation at all, I just wish you had heard me out.”

You nod uncomfortably, changing the way you sit on the couch just to distract yourself. “So… you’re gay? I’m just asking because I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about it, and I’ve seen plenty of your interviews.”

“So you watch my interviews?” Chaeyoung teases. When you scowl, she just smiles, “I can’t say specifically, but I am confused. You said last time that it’s just another part of being an idol, and you’re… you’re right. It’s taboo for idols to be gay, even though Korea’s opening up to it a bit more now. So even though I want to, I don’t think I can ever be out about it.”

“I understand. And I’m sorry,” you say quietly.

She swallows, throat bobbing. “Thank you. Hey, Y/N… would you mind singing with me?”

“What?” You stare up at her incredulously; it’s not like your singing would make the other girl faint on the spot, but you definitely don’t possess an angelic voice like hers, either.

But maybe it’s an olive branch. “Just… can you match this note?” She hums, and you attempt to create the same pitch. “Okay. Can you do the chorus part in that key, while I do it in the main one? We’ll sound better like that,” Chaeyoung offers.

Against your better judgement, you stand, and shuffle into the recording booth next to her. “If this sounds bad, you’re taking the blame,” you warn, and she giggles while twisting the stand so you can see.

You do sound good together, maybe to a level that you would’ve never anticipated.

You know that something’s off when Chan doesn’t wake you up bright and early on your birthday, even if Seulgi already promised that you wouldn’t have to go to work on the day of. After spending many a birthday with him, you’ve already gotten used to him tugging you up just to take you outside and celebrate somehow.

You know something’s especially off when you hear a female voice cursing from your kitchen, and smell something burning.

“Who the shit-- Chaeyoung?”

The girl turns in surprise, caught red-handed with a piece of burnt toast pinched between her fingers. “Um. Hi?” she offers weakly.

Suddenly self-conscious, you cross your arms over the faded sweatshirt you wear. In your own apartment, Chaeyoung is leagues more put-together in the summery dress she wears, her dyed hair tossed in a braid and glitter shining at the corners of her eyes. “Hello?”

“Chan said you wouldn’t be awake for a few hours,” she sighs, shaking her head as she tosses the toast in the trash. “And I wasn’t supposed to burn the toast.”

“What were you supposed to do?” you question, stepping closer. There’s a cake box on the counter, as well as a couple suspicious tubes of icing right by it, and you think you know what’s going on.

Chaeyoung huffs out an exasperated breath. “I was supposed to surprise you. Chan has something going on at home, so he sent me to supervise your birthday instead. Obviously, I messed that up.”

“It’s fine,” you shrug, taking a seat at the counter and reaching for the icing. “I’ve always wanted to decorate a cake anyway.”

She looks surprised at that, but a smile breaks out across her face. “Really?”

“Really,” you confirm. It’s partially a lie, but you’re decently sure that Chaeyoung will refuse to let you do most of the work anyways. “Uh. I’ll just change first, and then we can get that going?”

“Yeah,” she grins, and you take it as your cue to scurry off to the bedroom.

By the time you come back, there’s a plate of not-burnt toast on your counter, and Chaeyoung’s pouring out two glasses of the juice that you can never bring yourself to buy because of the price tag. “I hope you like it, this is one of my favorites.”

“Like it? I love this,” you gasp, surging forward to pick up one of the glasses. “It’s expensive as hell, though.”

“Well, I couldn’t get you a gift, so I thought a nice morning would suffice,” Chaeyoung laughs. She unties the bow on the cake box to reveal a completely bare vanilla cake, a few packets of sprinkles that you hadn’t noticed now lying next to it. “Do you want to start?”

“Oh, sure.” You choose the blue icing after a bit of debating, and pick up the spatula that your costar offers you. “You didn’t have to, though, I would’ve been okay on my own today.”

Chaeyoung shrugs, “I mean, I didn’t have anything else to do, and I wouldn’t like to be alone on my birthday.”

“How do you usually celebrate?” you question, glancing up at her.

She pauses to think, then answers, “Well, I do live with my members, so we’ll get something to eat. Sometimes, we’re on vacation, so we just do what we can, but I like staying in the dorm to receive the things that their families send me.”

“It sounds sweet.”

“It is,” she grins. “I honestly don’t know what I would do on my own, it seems lonely-- Oh. I’m sorry.”

“What for? It is kind of lonely,” you admit, squeezing a glob of icing out. It’s definitely not as graceful as you would’ve appreciated, and you catch Chaeyoung stifling a laugh. “Chan lived with me at the beginning, but he eventually moved out when I got a girlfriend. Obviously, that didn’t laugh.”

“Sorry,” the other girl repeats again, and you wave a hand out. “When was that?”

“She moved out two years ago,” you answer. “And I’ve been alone since. Or, lonely, not always alone.”

Chaeyoung nods just so that you know she heard you. She accepts the icing tube when you hand it to her, making a spiral that’s infuriatingly better than yours. “How about you? I know you said you aren’t out, but have you dated yet?” you question.

She shakes her head, admitting, “Not yet. I don’t really know how to, you know? You assumed I was straight when you first saw me, so I think everyone else does too.”

“Sorry,” you say, an echo of her.

Your costar doesn’t respond, only setting the spatula down once the basic blue icing is smooth. “I think we’re supposed to refrigerate this before decorating, right?”

You grimace. “Well, I don’t know. I stopped watching cake videos years ago, so I’ll just listen to you.”

Chaeyoung hums and ties the box back up. “Okay, then I’ll just do it. Um, do you mind ordering chicken or something while we wait?”

“Sure.” Reaching for your phone, you ask, “Would you be opposed to romcoms?”

“I’m never opposed to romcoms,” the other girl answers.

You have to remind yourself to order two servings of chicken, something that you haven’t done in a while. But it’s comforting, in a way, to not be alone again.

“Can you believe we’ve only got a week left of filming? I feel like I haven’t seen you at all.”

You wince guiltily, even though you know that Yerim doesn’t mean it. Acting with your friend was originally a huge incentive for you to accept the film’s role, but the two of you quickly discovered that you had almost no scenes together, and with your push-and-pull with Chaeyoung, you forgot all about it. “Sorry, Yerim.”

She makes an incredulous expression, swatting your arm. “Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I’m happy you’re pursuing love and all that, and besides, we’ll have plenty of opportunities to act together.”

Blinking, you set your cup down on the counter. “Pursuing love?”

Yerim raises her eyebrow and says, “Yeah. Aren’t you and Chaeyoung together yet? We’ve been filming for two months, I’ll be shocked if you still haven't kissed and made up.”

“Uh. Well, we’ve kissed, but I don’t think it counted,” you frown.

Your friend sighs and rolls her eyes. She’s all too used to how dense you are, and apparently, she’s finally gotten tired of it. “You’re an idiot. You literally met the morning of your first script reading, and you knew each other for… what, a week before you had your kiss scene? There’s got to be something there.”

“No.”

Right on cue, a few of the other cast members arrive, Chaeyoung sandwiched between them. “Have you seen the articles?” Nayeon grins, waving her phone around in the air. She’s drunk, obviously, but you have to indulge her.

“Which articles?”

She shoves the screen in your face as an answer, and you cringe when you find a screencap of you and Chaeyoung. “You won’t believe the chemistry-- nope, I’m not reading that.” You hand the phone back to Nayeon, then press it in her hand when she doesn’t take it. Yerim sends you a knowing expression, one that you definitely don’t like.

“Aw, come on! It’s good press,” Nayeon whines. “And a great kiss scene.”

“Don’t be weird,” Chaeyoung warns. She doesn’t seem to be drunk at all, though she does look fantastic in the silver dress that she wears. Your eyes linger on her for an embarrassing amount of time.

Nayeon pouts. She’s bubbly-- you’ve learned that much through acting alongside her in a total of three productions so far. You note that your costar doesn’t seem to be so accustomed to her temperament yet. “You’re no fun, Chaeng. We all know you enjoyed it.”

She goes bright pink at that amidst Yerim’s joking coos. “The token straight, converted?” your friend gasps, and you elbow her to stop her from going too far.

Apparently, it already has. “I didn’t!” Chaeyoung defends herself.

“Prove it,” Nayeon demands, slipping when she attempts to lean on the counter next to you.

Chaeyoung goes silent at that, apparently unable to find a way to ‘prove it’. You finally sigh, “Okay, I think that’s enough teas--”

If it wasn’t for the fact that you’ve long since memorized your entire script book, you would almost think that Chaeyoung reaching forward to tug on the front of your shirt is a scene between your two characters. After all, it’s perfectly in character for your eyes to widen comically as the other girl kisses you right on the lips.

It’s also in character for Nayeon to start whooping next to you when your hands wrap around Chaeyoung’s waist to pull her in closer. You part at the noise. “You certainly look like you liked it,” Nayeon grins.

“Yeah, get a room,” Yerim follows, and you shove her.

“You know what? Maybe we will.” Ignoring your friends’ jeering, you grab Chaeyoung’s wrist and lead her down the hallway, though not to a bedroom like you joked you would. “Hey. You okay? I didn’t know if that teasing crossed a line,” you whisper worriedly.

She bites down on her lip, but instead of answering you, Chaeyoung tilts your face up and leans closer, only stopped by your hand on her wrist. “Chae…”

“I’m sorry, this… this isn’t what you want, is it?” She steps back, mouth already opening to apologize, but you stop her from leaving you alone in the hallway.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” With the flashing neon lights echoing in her eyes, you can’t tell what Chaeyoung’s feeling, and you can’t tell if she’s willing to answer you properly at all. “I’m not making a move until you tell me to.”

Still, you don’t hear her say a word, until your grip starts to loosen on her wrist. “Did you drive here yourself?” she finally asks, barely audible. You nod hesitantly, and Chaeyoung’s voice grows firmer when she says, “I’m telling you to make a move.”

“I thought you were questioning?”

She swallows hard and takes your hand. “Not anymore.”

You don’t taste any alcohol when you lick your lower lip, and so, you nod. It’s stupid, especially considering how quickly your time together is about to end.

But for once, you know what you want.

“Good luck out there, Chae,” you smile, arms wrapped around the girl’s waist.

“Thanks,” she hums, adjusting her hair yet again in the mirror. “We’re almost done filming, I have to promote us well so that we have enough money to at least put the damn film out.”

“Mm.” Your thumb smooths over the sliver of skin exposed by her top, and you place your chin on her shoulder to look at the two of you together.

She glances down at you. “What? Are you thinking about something?”

“Sort of,” you shrug. “I just can’t believe we’re almost done, but we… we just started this. You know, this thing between us.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely a thing. But it doesn’t have to stop with filming,” Chaeyoung says offhandedly.

Raising an eyebrow, you question, “Doesn’t it? It’s going to be suspicious for us to constantly be seen together after filming together, I’ve seen the way your fans behave. Especially while you’re not out.”

“I think I can negotiate that with my company,” the other girl shakes her head.

You joke, “What, you release another two albums if you get to come out about having a girlfriend?”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Chaeyoung responds immediately. Her ears pink endearingly, and you wait for her to clarify, “In secret for now, obviously. But… one day, I’ll be out about it. I promise.”

“Don’t make empty promises, okay?” You press a kiss to her bare shoulder and let her go when you hear a knock at the dressing room door. “Do good!”

“Alright, Chaeyoung, it’s about time that we ask you some questions about your upcoming film, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” your costar smiles, and you raise your head from your phone to watch the screen. She’s sitting cross-legged across from some of the most famous idol interviewers in Korea, absolutely poised and natural even in front of the crowd that cheers over the interview.

The woman behind the podium clears her throat. “A huge talking point in Korea right now is your chemistry with your costar, Y/N. How exactly do you pull that off, since you’ve never experienced a relation like that?”

Chaeyoung laughs nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Oh. Well, um, I don’t have much experience with relationships at all, so--”

“Really? A pretty girl like you must have had a boyfriend or two before.” You despise the way that the interviewer leans in conspiratorially, as if the prying questions weren’t completely scripted. “But you seem a little to pretty to have experienced that, am I right?”

The crowd laughs with her, but Chaeyoung glances behind the scenes, probably to where her own staff sits. “You know, you can tell me if you ever felt… uncomfortable during filming,” the interviewer continues on. “Y/N has been out for years, hasn’t she?”

“Oh, she has…” You’re practically fuming, but you also can’t seem to pry your eyes away from the screen. All of Chaeyoung’s practiced idol-charm has seemed to dissipate into thin air, and she’s practically blending into the wall as she sits there.

The Chaeyoung you know-- no, the Chaeyoung that you’ve come to know, wouldn’t stand to hear something like that. You’ve watched her argue with a scriptwriter, and you’ve watched him get fired because he said something incredibly offensive, even though it wasn’t about you. But here, she sits still and just listens to the interviewer discuss you behind your back, and she says nothing about all the disgustingly backhanded comments.

The thing is, you don’t care about Chaeyoung not being out. You were closeted for enough time yourself, and you know how hard it is, so you’d never wish it on her; but watching her completely let go of all her personal principles just for a stupid interview is just another reminder that you’re letting go of your own. Chaeyoung won’t ever speak up, you realize, because her career comes before anything else. And you can’t stand for that.

“I’m leaving,” you tell the guard standing outside of your door. Only increasing your anger, tears start to burn in your eyes, and you scrape your sleeve across your face as roughly as you can. Chan picks up on one dial, and you say furiously, “Pick me up. It’s over.” In more ways than one.

Chaeyoung shivers at the top of the hill, where she’s supposed to be filming her closing scene with you. She hasn’t seen you for the past week, and after how disastrous her interview was, she’s pretty sure she knows why.

“Where’s Y/N?” she finally asks her makeup artist, giving in to her own curiosity.

Felix shrugs, reaching to mess with the blood on her hairline. “I have no idea, honestly, I haven’t seen her yet. She’s never late, though, you don’t have to worry. You’ll get your scene done.”

“That’s…” Chaeyoung sighs. That’s why she should be worried. “Right.”

“Okay, can we start?” Seulgi shouts. It’s started to rain, but with the excited look on the director’s face, Chaeyoung figures that it suits the scene even better than the gray clouds that had been planned. “Great. Chaeyoung, Y/N!”

Your hair is plastered to your forehead with the rain, and water makes your blouse cling to your curves; with the grim expression on your face, Chaeyoung could easily just mistake you for your character. “Hi,” you mutter, taking a seat on the grass right next to your costar. You say nothing else.

When cued, Chaeyoung takes a deep breath before her line. “Luna. I love you.”

For a second, Chaeyoung thinks you won’t respond, but the rasp to your voice proves her wrong. “No. No, you don’t.”

“I think I’m the one who should be deciding that, don’t you?” The blonde raises her eyebrows, reaching forward hesitantly for your shoulder.

Of course, you dodge it. Blinking the rain out of your eyes, you’re resigned when you ask, “You have your birthday gala tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes, but--” Chaeyoung swallows, lets her hand make contact, then continues, “I’m spending as much time as I can with you, aren’t I with you right now?”

“But you’re going.” It feels like you’re staring right into Chaeyoung’s soul when you speak, as despondent as your voice is. She nods, and you stand, her hand slipping off of your shoulder and into her lap. “Then go. You’re still a princess at the end of the day, aren’t you?”

“At the end of the day, yes…”

“You can’t do that. You sneak out onto my ships, get my people to love you and protect you, and then turn right back to your family to stay safe while we die for you. You can’t say you support our cause and then go back on it when it’s inconvenient for you, it doesn’t work like that!” Chaeyoung flinches at how intense you sound; at this point, she barely knows if it’s still acting. She can only hear her own heart in her ears, can only see your chest heaving from how quickly you spoke, and it all feels too real.

“What, do you want me to get found out?” Chaeyoung demands, getting to her feet as well. The rain becomes harsher, angled so that it perfectly blurs her vision of you. “I’ve saved your ass just as many times too, don’t pretend like I’m not a valuable part of your ship!”

“You’re still pretending.” Realizing that it’s not the right line, Chaeyoung opens her mouth to stop you, but your voice chills her into silence when you speak again. “You’ll always pretend, as long as it benefits you, won’t you? You can’t do that, Helen, not if you ‘love me’. Putting a crown on your head doesn’t mean that you’re a princess. Until you realize that, and until you’re willing to embrace it, you don’t love me. and I don’t love you.”

None of it is the script. None of it is the scene that you rehearsed a thousand times together in your trailer, but somehow, it makes Chaeyoung’s heart quaver in her throat so much more than the original lines ever did.

And when you drop your gaze to the ground, turning to walk off into the rain alone, she knows that to you, your entire relationship is already done.

#blackpink #blackpink x reader #rosé x reader #rosé imagines #rosé scenarios #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink reactions #blackpink rosé #blackpink chaeyoung #park chaeyoung #park chaeyoung x reader #park chaeyoung imagines #blackpink is the revolution #blackpink in your area #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios

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randoimago · 3 years

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Could you do Ann, Rise, Naoto, Chie, Makoto, Haru and Yukiko with a reader who is a delinquent (people are usually scared of them and can't believe someone is with them) and they see reader being really soft, caring and taking care of their younger siblings for the first time? (Making them food, tending to their injuries, playing with them)

Delinquent Reader is Actually Soft

FANDOM: Persona 4 // Persona 5

Character(s): Ann Takamaki, Rise Kujikawa, Naoto Shirogane, Chie Satonaka, Makoto Nijima, Haru Okumura

Type of Request: Headcanons

Word Count: 773

Note(s): I only write up to 6 characters so I'll do the first 6 you asked for (sorry Yukiko)! But I always love the idea of someone seemingly like a delinquent but they're actually a softy! It warms my heart~

Chie

Probably a bit wary when it comes to you because she hears the rumors of you being a delinquent and she's seen you too.

Honestly it takes Kanji to mention how you're nothing like people say because apparently you go to his mother's shop a lot for sewing materials.

She would probably have ended up accidentally running into you and she got prepped for some kind of altercation, only to be stunned when you apologize a lot and look so worried that she got hurt.

Starts acting like a protective older sister to you because you're really sweet and she can't believe she believed those stupid rumors.

Will defend your honor from others because you don't deserve their BS.

Naoto

She heard from rumors that you’re a delinquent so she wanted to see for herself. She is the “detective prince” so she has to maintain appearances with keeping the peace.

Is pleasantly surprised when she sees that you’re actually a sweetheart with caring for some younger siblings outside of school.

Naoto had prepared a conversation with you but seeing as you’re actually not what the rumors suggest has her throwing that preparation out the window.

She’ll approach you at school the next time she sees you and talks to you a bit, just getting to know you. Rumors tend to harm people so she wanted to make sure you’re doing alright despite them.

Ends up becoming friends with you, which is nice because she could always use more of them, and is very happy to support you while denying other’s rumors.

Rise

Rise hears about you being a delinquent and takes that as a challenge to approach you. She's so used to so much judgement with rumors that she has to see if this is more BS or if you're really as scary as people say.

She ends up being impressed when she sees that you do look like a thug. Like she'll go up and talk to you and say that you're scary looking.

Is not expecting the complete 180 of you apologizing for "scaring" her. She can't help but giggle a bit at it and calls you cute, which just confuses you because she just said you're scary.

Honestly just states that you two are friends now. She doesn't care if anyone says anything about "the idol" and "the thug". You're super cool and sweet and she loves that.

Will 100% tell others that you're her bodyguard too just to get them to leave her alone. It gives you more attention to as people will be in awe that you were "chosen" to be Risette's bodyguard so hopefully you'll make more friends!

Ann

Ann is good friends with Ryuji so to hear that there's another delinquent in school has her a bit interested because is it more stupid rumors with people judging you or are you actually a menace?

She finds out when she's walking to the train station one day and sees you in an alley. She glances over and finds you leaning down, pushing a bowl of water and some kind of food (she can't see what from her position) towards some cats.

Will try and talk to you the next day, only to find that you're really sweet. She had originally thought you were hiding the softie part of you, but no you're just genuinely a sweetheart.

Starts to feel pissed about all the rumors labeling you. Sure, you don't care about the tidiness of the school uniform and you look like a drop out, but that gives no reason for people to judge you like that.

If she hears anyone spreading these rumors about you being a delinquent then she's quick to chime in about how you're nothing like that. 100% going to defend you.

Makoto

Honestly was called in by the principal or someone to keep an eye on you and try and tutor you and stuff.

You look like a delinquent so who best to "change your ways" than one of the top students in the school.

Makoto is very interested when she finds out that you're not at all how you appear. You're just so genuinely sweet.

She might let you know that your appearance throws people off, but if you're truly happy with it then you shouldn't change. Although, maybe iron your clothing a bit more since that should help.

Would like to introduce you to the rest of the Phantom Thieve's (not revealing their nature) just so you can have more friends. With everyone judging you all the time, she doesn't know how things are for you socially so hopefully with friends it'll make things better.

#ann takamaki x reader #ann takamaki #makoto nijima x reader #makoto nijima #chie satonaka x reader #chie satonaka #rise kujikawa x reader #rise kujikawa #naoto shirogane x reader #naoto shirogane #persona 4 #persona 4 x reader #persona 5 x reader

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bemylord · 3 years

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todo finding out that his s/o is takada-chan’s younger sister

rq: Hey Ny👋 i would like to request something. Can you write a Drabble about Todo finding out that his s/o is Takada-chan’s younger sister? I thought it would be funny, you don’t have to do this but I appreciate it.🙏

characters: aoi todo x fem!reader.

warnings: just todo being overdose with his s/o and takada-chan. it's super fondness and funny + au. my grammar mistakes.

butler's remark: (^◕ᴥ◕^) hello lord, it's me with a fluff work as you might see. did his s/o a todo's type: man has a booty kink [if there is one], in any case, it's a short sketch. also, i couldn't find todo's image like gojo's one or itadori's so i apologize.

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you knew your boyfriend was is a huge fan of your older sister, that's why you kept hiding your 'secret' from todo. not because he'd a clingy and be asking to get acquainted with her. you were waiting 'till your sister will have a concert whilst todo will be on the mission - what a shame to be probably on the other side of town when your idol is performing - the probability of such a coincidence is extremely small, but not equal to zero.

like now, when takada has her performance, todo is fighting over the special grade cursed spirit. he couldn't do anything but to exterminate the monster, so he could watch the takada's concert.

a few hours after your sister's concert, when your lover showed up on the doorstep of the house.

'i missed the concert. it was a rare occasion, it-' todo is standing in the door frame, sobbing as he missed the concert his idol. you never mentioned you like her or watching takada's shows on the screen, therefore, todo has to impress you with her. /if he knew she is your sister/

aoi todo - as i mentioned before - would be freak around you when nobody sees: his hands will wrap your waist all time, mostly in the evenings as both of you will be watching tv, but in reality, neither todo nor you ain't seeing what on the screen, mainly, you give each other warmth and hugs.

todo upset as he couldn't show you her concert. he sits on the couch in the living room, tossed his head.

'i wanted to bring you to the concert, so afterward we could have the memory'

'aoi..'

'whose concert?'

takada's head peeked out from behind the door frame leading into the kitchen as she came into the room with her stage persona [?]. todo is sitting there, looking at you, at her, not knowing what's going on.

'y/n, do you see what i see?'

you looked at your older sister, giggled. todo laid his elbows on his knees, put a chin on his fist, speculating on the situation. even being a grade first sorcerer, his brain is mushy as his capability to think straight is lost. todo could calculate a masterful plan of how to beat the spirit but at this moment, he doesn't know what to say.

'my hallucination probably played out, there is no percentage to takada-chan being here and even had spoken'

'do you think i'm not real?'

aoi's brain starts to work as the idol came to the sorcerer, dramatically pouted her lips. the moment of realization of what's happening dawned on him, as light pink blush is dotted on his cheeks, as he almost jumped off the couch.

't-takada-chan, i.. you real? certainly, you ain't fake, just..'

todo is dawned by a sudden feeling, which is hard for him to describe - such an unplanned meeting with an idol unquestionably makes him impossible to talk. even tho he's a sorcerer, ranged first which means he's powerful and astute when it comes to finding the best plan to exterminate the cursed spirit.

'i've been all ears about you - y/n told me that you're the strongest among your students. i am glad that my sister is dating someone powerful and kind like you, todo-san'

have you ever seen someone red like a tomato? well, now you've got an opportunity to have a look - the side of aoi probably you and takada allowed to see is when he's as happy as a child, the full teeth smile [?] that will not leave his face until the end of the evening, he will illuminate the room.

'don't call me todo-san, it's aoi. you're my girlfriend sister, i feel uncomfortable for you to use the formal'

the second question - have you ever seen someone being battle-crazed meathead and willing to demolish everyone but actually melty ice cream and sugary? my answer is simple - aoi todo.

all evening todo had been listening to your sister's stories with admiration in his eyes, peeping at you with those practically puppy eyes as if they're reading: 'thank you, honey'. todo kinda complacent - not everyone has got a chance to talk to the idol like aoi does.

throughout the evening the little and cute blush on his dimpled cheeks staying as if that's how it should be. out of a significant and fearsome man remained a small, purring cat, if you can characterize him that way.

'takada-chan, may i-'

'call me takada, aoi'

'takada.. may you give me taka-tan beam, please?'

at last, before leaving your house, your older sister looked back at todo's request, as if she was waiting 'till he uttered the phrase. she let out a cheerful but quiet chuckle.

'here i go' as if at that meeting when todo had time to come [he probably missed the class to see your sister], still he gets tensed when takada cleared her throat a little.

at first, she clenched her left hand in a small fist, covering her face with a curve of her elbow, next swiftly closed left eye, bringing the index and middle finger toward her eye with the back of his hand to the todo and you, pronouncing, likely the most favorite phrase taka-tan.

'here you go, aoi. i had the pleasure of meeting my sister's boyfriend. goodbye, thanks for the invitation, y/n!'

you smiled as a response, closed the door whilst todo is still speechless.

'oi, y/n, why you didn't choose to be an idol? therefore i'd be your huge fan number one'

'i've chosen another way. but, if i'll be the idol like my sister, hm~ i'll have the huge crowd of fanboys, who'd like to steal my heart'

he wanted to respond but instead of saying, todo wrapped his arms around your body, kissing your forehead.

'i'm glad that you're only mine, y/n. i love you'

you smacked your lips against his as your hands are holding his cheeks.

'..maybe i should be an idol after all..'

'and show your boot- your body to every boy? i'm not allowed you, you. are. mine!'

what is going to be next? well, you'll spend the night in todo's arms as he'll tell you, probably thousand and one quotes why you're his and why he loves you. that fondness of his is unforgettable.

(☆ω☆)

butler recommends you to see this video of todo meets takada-chan and taka-tan beam. hope it's fluff and kinda funny, sorry if it's not. also that cute moment in the end, i think it was UwU.

[?] - correct if i'm wrong.

↳ back to the main master list.

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liannelara-dracula · 3 years

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* soft whispers * request for a translation of everyone's names? as Ayato means Colorful Winter and Ruki means Beautiful water flow. I love the meanings of the names and the Sakamaki Brothers are so interesting with the way they do it!

Hi Love,

Aww thank you I'm glad you like my headcanon translations and I promise to do more in the future. Now be translations I assume you mean their Japanese or their given names translated to English? That's what I stuck with so let me know if it's not what you meant. Anyways here are the translations I found for the boys.

I included all the other characters for fun.

Also here are links to other name translations I've done.

English/Anglo Saxion names

Spanish/Latino names

Real names/eastern European/ Romanian

I should add to those posts for the other characters, what do you think?

-Jade

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Sakamaki

The last name has to do with farming and "rolling hills" is another translation for it. So tbh I see no connection to them being farmers but maybe their ancestors were but the name can also mean "taking care of" which reminds me of how they always take in brides. So they provide from them but of course only for their own advantage.

Shu:

So I actually found out it is derived from Egyptian and Japanese origin. In Japanese, it means "Lap or Circuit" and for Egypt, it means "air" (sky).

Personally, I think the meaning of Sky or Air has more significance considering that his eyes are blue just like the sky so this may have been a reason they named him Shu.

Reiji:

It can mean a lot of different things depending on how it's written but to keep it short it means "Proper, Govern, and Child."

Obviously the first to adjectives match him perfectly but the second one has to do with the fact he was a proper child and that he strived to be what he is.

Laito:

A submission from India says the name Laito means "Gift of god" and is of Indian (Sanskrit) origin. Kinda Ironic because he doesn't believe in God so the creators could have been inspired from this.

In Japanese origin, it means "light."

He doesn't see himself as anything bright or whatever and yet that's what he should represent. Light and God's gift correspond so I would say if Laito had a good family he'd probably have a kind heart according to these meanings of his name (I am just theorizing).

Kanato:

It sarcastically enough means "sweet dreams." This really matches him and I think all of you know why. The sweet is his facade about him being cute at first glance or whatever and the dream part kinda relates to Lolita concepts and in general because his name means sweet dreams I think the irony is that his name may mean that but he's one hell of a nightmare when you're his target.

Ayato:

"Colorful winter"

Colorful may imply that he is lively, and winter means he's cold. There really isn't much to this one.

Subaru:

There wasn't much info but some say it means "united" in Japanese.

I think it shows how he wants to be united with his mom in some way since he did care for her.

Kino:

"Wandering soul"

Well, he was disowned by Karl and he grew up on his own so there may be a reason for this translation.

Karlheinz:

It's of German origin, and both Karl and Heinz are too separate names but put together. So his name is hyphenated, technically speaking. But it does not cause it just isn't so his name has two meanings, (I have the same issue with my first name).

So again Karl means "free man" and Heinz means "home ruler" (from Germanic "hagan" = enclosure or "heim" = home + "rihhi" = powerful/rich/mighty/ruler).

The name honestly suits him cause he is free since he's basically the vampire king, and home-ruler means he rules the kingdom or demon world. And I think you get the point.

Richter:

It's usually a surname but it is of German origin (Richter is German for "judge"). Which makes since he seemed to give his opinion on things.

Cordelia:

Welsh origin: Jewel of the Sea

Celtic origin: "heart; daughter of the sea" -- maybe cause of the mermaid hair and green eyes and for the heart part well that was a big deal with her and Yui and the power. If you know what I mean.

Beatrix:

Dutch origin meaning "she who brings happiness; blessed".

Well if we get rid of what she did to her kids and what Karl did to her she probably wasn't so bad so she could have brought happened. But in reverse when I think about it rather than bringing happiness she brought despondency, dejection, and gloom. Reiji surprisingly enough brought her happiness in the end though.

Christa:

"anointed" or "chosen one". I guess this cause she thought Karl chose her out of his heart.

Said to be of Greek origin but its use is rare and can be mostly found in Sweden, Finland, Norway, Denmark and Germany.

Mukami

Mukami is of Bantu origin and means "One who milks" Believe or not this last name is common in Denmark and Norway.

Ruki:

Beautiful flow of water

Name in Japanese : 琉希 Meaning : 琉 meaning precious stone, gem, lapis lazuli. / 希 meaning hope, beg, request, pray, beseech, Greece, dilute (acid), rare, few, phenomenal.

Beg/hope --- kinda reminds me of how he used to tourtue people so they used to beg to not be hurt and I also think he hates it when people hope or request. I mean he doesn't like to pitty people soooo.

I think it relates to the idea of his eye color. Like his eyes really are the color of the stone lapis lazuli.

Yuma:

evening + horse/pony

Evening--his eye color reminds me of the sunset.

Horse/pony---he gives me cottagecore vibes, so I mean the village he lived in and he gardens so he's like a farmer in a way.

Kou:

1) "happiness," 2) "light," or "peace."

(1-幸, 2-光, 3-康)

Well, it describes what an idol is like in a way.

Azusa:

Depending on how it is spelled it can mean trees/sand or peaceful/quiet.

I think the peaceful and quiet depicts his personality.

Tsukinami

So it varies on how it's spelled but "Tsuki" can mean month/moon and "Nami" can mean common, average, ordinary, medium, rank with." In this case moon could mean who they are creatures of the night or obviously full moons are a big thing for them. Month and moon, probably leaning towards the idea of every month on a full moon. "Rank with" probably is the best translation in meaning since they feel superior to other vampire races as they are first bloods/founders.

Carla:

So funny as it is this actually comes from German Origin and it is an old name. And it basically just means "free woman."

Karl is the masculine form of this which means "free man" but because Carla is Femmine it is "free woman."

Ironically tho, he was trapped for a thousand years in the demon world and so he was definitely not free but he obviously wanted to be.

Shin:

Real, True

This may tie into the fact that he seems to be a blunt person, so he doesn't sugarcoat things for anyone.

Extra:

Yui:

It can be written using different kanji characters and can mean: 唯, "only, alone, sole" 由, "reason" 維, "supportive"

These all kinda describe that she all in this on her own and she wants to find the reason this happening and she is positive and supportive of certain things. Like in general Yui is not a difficult person.

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♤ ˗ˏˋ ��𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 ˎˊ˗ ♤

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Fight for Dremwol

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Pairing: Dami x Fem!reader

Word Count: almost 3k

Prompt: A magical kingdom in which Dami is meant to rule

Additional idol characters: Ken (Vixx), Uhm Junghwa (Soloist)

A/N: Just a heads up that this is a purely fictional work and not at all intended to represent Dami’s actual relationship with her family in any way. They also aren’t modeled after anyone in particular, they are purely fictional characters.

The sun is high in the sky over the ever imposing structure that is the Dremwol palace. The most powerful kingdom in all of the land and number one in the cultivation of magic. The kingdoms are all at peace and so is the royal family. Well, for the most part. King Barzalai and his wife Queen Yuri are the rulers of Dremwol and will be survived by their two Princes when that time comes. The immediate successor to his throne and the King however, are the only unrest in the kingdom. The youngest prince and only daughter to the throne is oddly enough next in line. Her older brother had declined to succeed the throne as he thought she was better fit to rule.

The conflict lies in her title and behavior, both of which are arguably the fault of the King himself. His Queen takes no issue and even supports and encourages Dami. Barzalai always wanted his daughter to be perfect. To wear perfect dresses, find the perfect Prince to marry and to address herself and be addressed as a Princess until she becomes Queen. And perfect Dami is. She is perfectly fit to rule and beloved by all of her subjects. Perfect in her royal suits, robes, and boots. Perfect in her independence. Perfect in the way she doesn’t want a prince but a princess and perfect in refusing to acknowledge being called a princess. “For what?” is what she always said. “If I feel much more a Prince than a Princess does that mean I cannot also be a woman?” And no one but the King could possibly disagree when it was so true.

From King Barzalai’s point of view she had been allowed too much freedom. Even having everyone but her older brother and her mother address her as Dami, instead of her given name. He often found himself wondering how it was that he could not call his own daughter by the name he had given her.

Over the last year he has tried to force his ways onto the young prince. Barzalai brought many a young male suitor to pursue his daughter’s heart and yet each is turned away without so much as a glimpse of her face. Conveniently she was never in the palace during these, as she calls them, “unfortunate appointments”. The truth was that Dami had already decided on who she wanted to rule beside, even if the chosen one didn’t know it herself.

The chosen one was what the oldest Prince called you to his sister. Neither of her parents know of you, or rather of her affections for you. Affections that you yourself had no knowledge of. Actually, you had no idea that the young prince watched you practice magic in the gardens when you thought no one was around to see.

You are a magic teacher at Dremwol’s top magic school and when you are not teaching you are one of the kingdoms protectors in the MDD, Magic Defense Division. Not quite ranked first (even though you should be) but definitely not last. You’ve always hidden your true powers but Dami knew better. Each member of the royal family was blessed with rare magic but Dami could also see into souls and read auras.

While you were amazing at disguising your true power, she could read you like a book. If only she could work up the courage to say something to your face. What was your reason? Why hide your skills when you were strong enough to be headmaster and lead the entire division. The Princes had first spotted you out walking with a student. Dami had seen you and been astonished by your beauty. Her older brother saw you as average but to her you were like the only star in the sky. A drink of water in an infinite drought. So what did she do? She just watched you from afar.

Over time she saw your inner beauty as well. The kindness you show everyone that you encounter only serves to peak her interest further. She often wonders how to approach and court you. Would you even show interest in her? In the most confident corner of her mind, of course you would. Who wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to be with royalty? Obviously no one.

“What are you thinking of so deeply, my child?“ King Barzalai addresses his youngest as they approach the palace in their carriage.

“Nothing Father. I am only enjoying the quiet before we return to the hustle and bustle of the palace.“ Dami doesn’t even look at her father as she speaks and he releases a sigh in return.

“Well there is a surprise waiting for you once we arrive.“ A small smile sits on his face as though he thought she would like it.

“If this surprise is a man to ask my hand in marriage then I suggest you send him away before I catch even a glimpse of him.“

“Or what? What will you do Yubin.“ He says it with a tone of warning.

“Or I shall dual him to the death? And don’t call me that, it’s Prince Dami to you.”

“I gave you that name and I shall use it as I see fit!“

“You don’t get that privilege until you accept me for all I am. All Yubin is. Until then, if you ever, it is Prince Dami to you King Barzalai.“

She bangs on the wall of the carriage thrice and it comes to a halt. Dami steps out and begins to head west, cutting through a meadow. Her father calls for her but eventually gives up and continues on his way. Dami keeps walking. She needs to clear her mind of her father’s absurdity, but then she hears humming. It seems to be coming from farther up the meadow.

Her investigation ends rather quickly when she spots a figure in the distance bent over picking flowers. The closer she gets, the easier it is to see that the figure is you. She stands a little taller and smooths down her regal outfit and medium length hair into perfection before she gently clears her throat and gracefully approaches you.

“Hello there. Might I ask what such a pretty maiden is doing so far from town?“

Her low voice hits your ears and startles you in the process. You glance up at her from your squatted position and proceed to pick your flowers with much care.

“Only if I can ask why a Prince is so far from the palace...Your Majesty.” You aren’t looking at her so you miss the grin she gives you.

“A question for a question, huh. I believe that’s only fair, I’m out for a stroll is all. Wanted to breathe some fresh air. What of you? One so fair should not be out this far alone.“ Dami startles as you snort at her statement.

“I know we’ve only just met Your Royal Highness, but I am more than capable of handling myself. Did you think you’d found a damsel to make your prey?“ You finally stand and dust your hands off. The startled look on her face makes you laugh a bit.

“I would never! I was simply concerned for you. I apologize for being so presumptuous. Please let us be formally introduced.” Dami puts out her hand. “I am-”

“Prince Dami Lee. I am well aware your majesty. I am Y/n L/n, a teacher at the School of Magi.” You deliver a text book bow when Dami extends her hand, which you accept hesitantly.

“A lovely name indeed for such a lovely maiden.” Dami places a lingering kiss on your hand as she lowers into a bow. You are shocked as it slowly begins to feel like she’s hitting on you.

“Your Highness, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you’ve come to fancy me.” Your head tilts ever so slightly, clearly displaying mischief behind beautiful eyes.

“So it seems Ms. Y/n. In fact I would love to see you again, under more deliberate circumstances.” You can’t help but be intrigued by the crooked smile she gives you as she speaks.

Concern grows on her face as she watches you become troubled at her words. She thinks about backtracking but your response is unexpected and slightly disappointing.

“Well Your Highness, we will meet again at the Magi tournament set at the academy in three days time. You are more than welcome to approach me there if you see fit.” The Prince deflates only for a second before she decides to persevere.

“Well then, I look forward to the occasion. Though I do hope your beauty will grace me prior to that time, and in the future as well. I must be honest and express my intrigue at getting more familiar with you.” You smile at her genuinely for the first time ever and she’s struck.

“Dear Prince, may that surely come to fruition.” With that you return to picking your flowers from the meadow as Prince Dami carries well on her way in the direction of the palace.

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Could I have been hasty in displaying my affections? Would she truly not have me?

The thought had never actually occurred to me that she may not want to be Queen someday. Lost in my thoughts I hardly notice the six foot man I bump into on my way through the castle threshold.

“Mind gone astray little sister?” I look up to meet the eyes of my older brother Jaehwan or as the young ladies in town prefer to call him, Prince Ken.

“What could possibly have your head so occupied?” It’s not long into my silence before he chuckles and continues, “Could it be our dearest chosen one? When do you actually intend on speaking to her?”

“For your information Prince Charmless I spoke with her just moments ago.” I huff with my arms crossed over my chest.

“And did faint at the having the esteemed Prince’s favor?” He comically feigns a swoon as he speaks.

“Not necessarily in so many words but she will! She’s invited me to the Magi tournament in three days.” Jaehwan stares at me for a beat before he cracks up to the point of being hunched over, clutching at his belly.

“Dear sister, do you realize that you must attend that event regardless of a school teacher’s invitation? You are the heir to the thrown. You must attend that tournament every year” My heart sinks a little at the realization before my own palm harshly makes contact with my forehead.

A fool. Y/n must think me a fool for being so enthused by an event I was already supposed to be attending. Never mind. I will appear in my finest to draw her attention and when the moment is proper I will propose a date for just us two.

When I reenter reality I brush past my buffoon of a brother, who is still laughing as if it were his last, to be on with my duties. I’ve decided it’s only proper for the next king to visit the townspeople and see how they are fairing.

I reach my quarters and call upon my servants Miki and Mara that see to my wardrobe. When she enters I ask her to pick something fit for me to meet the people in. I like making small talk with them whilst they dress me, as it lessens the discomfort for us all.

Once I’m all dressed I take a look in the mirror and I’m quite pleased with myself. Dressed in long black boots that come up about knee length over my black trousers, and an elegant but simple short sleeve black tunic. Mara appears behind me in the mirror holding a long-sleeved long coat to wear over the outfit. The longboat is the most eye catching with regal designs along the lapels and overall lining. Once I look presentable I turn to bow at the two young girls that assist me every day before I take my leave.

I take only my favorite horse with me, no carriage nor crown as I make my way to town in haste. Upon arrival I’m first spotted by playing children, who recognize me immediately and rush over with sheer enthusiasm. I come down off of Thunder to greet the young ones with similar passion. They walk with me further yet into town and dance around me as I stop to speak with shop owners and townsfolk.

As I continue my usual tour of the town I catch a glimpse of the woman I wish to court. I must catch up before she goes beyond my reach. Bidding the children a farewell, I mount Thunder once again and we break into a trot towards Y/n. We slow to a walk as we’re now beside her but she seems to have known we were approaching in the first place.

“Well, if it isn’t the breathtaking Ms. Y/n L/n. It’s so lovely to see you twice in a day milady.”

“Ah Prince Dami, we meet again.” She comes to a stop so I do the same, dismounting Thunder as gracefully as I possibly can.

“Truly an honor.” I stand as tall as I can muster with my shoulders squared back. An attempt at being the picture of royalty in hopes that she will be impressed.

“Your Highness, if I didn’t know any better I’d say your following me.” Her arms cross over her chest and the corner of her lips tilt upward.

“Of course not. I only saw you passing by me and wished to speak with you again,” I tentatively reach out to hold one of her beautifully soft hands in both of mine. “For my fair lady you are as captivating as can be. I truly wish to know you better and, dare I say more intimately.” Leaning forward I place a kiss on the back of her hand.

When we make eye contact again I see the blush and conflict that I noticed earlier in the meadow.

“But I am just a commoner Your Majesty, what could I possibly have that you want?”

“I only desire a bit of your time and attention. Hopefully someday maybe under the right circumstances, your affections as well?” She pauses again looking conflicted.

“Listen I really don’t think it’s such a good idea to be involved with someone like me. Maybe you should find someone else to court.” Y/n chews on her lip in what I can only guess to be a gesture of anxiety.

“How about this. I’ll let you think it over and any time my gestures are unwelcome in the meantime let me know and I will take a step back.” Y/n still looks hesitant so I go on.

“In the interest of transparency, Y/n I have longed for you from afar for a long while now. I only wish to have the opportunity to know you and be known by you.”

“Prince Dami, I’m not who you-“ Y/n runs an exasperated hand down her face. “Okay. Let’s do that. I’ll think it over I promise.”

Even with all her hesitation I can’t help but be excited for the moment. My smile is brighter than even I thought I could manage. I give her the deepest bow I can muster before I mount Thunder once more and carry on my way.

Things were going Prince Dami’s way but unbeknownst to her the decision could be grave. You stand planted firmly in her spot as you hear a chorus of whispers in your ears before your vision blurs.

Suddenly you stand in a dark room made of stone. The space smells heavily of chemical and the familiarity of the room upsets your senses instantly. The hairs on the back of your neck are at attention when you feel something coiling around your body from your legs up to your chest.

The feeling is unnatural but not unfamiliar and you know exactly who is doing this to you.

“My my, my dear. Look what has fallen into my lap once again. A golden opportunity given by my golden child.” A disembodied voice calls to you from what seems like all corners of the room. Besides the voice all you can hear is the faint bubbling of a cauldron somewhere behind you.

“I told you once before sorceress I am no child of yours.” The venom in your voice was enough to get the voice to pause.

“And yet your genes are that of mine. That power you hold is a product of your all powerful mother. Tell me child how long will you deny me?” The voice feels as if it’s closing in now.

“Forever. I will never do your bidding again. What do you even want this time? It’s been years since you last sought me out.” You ask though you have a pretty good idea.

“Well my oldest daughter is getting married after all, it’s cause for celebration. Don’t you want me there for you on your big day?”

Slowly from the shadows in front of you, a serpentine figure appears before you. A beautiful woman with the body of a serpent slithers into your sight. A woman you know all too well.

“Junghwa. I will say this once and only once, I will not be marrying Prince Dami. Least of all for your benefit you wicked woman.” Your rage mounds to the point that the veins in your neck begin make an appearance as you grit your teeth.

“On the contrary you are,” She’s in your space before you can even react or try to jerk away from her touch, though vines are still holding you in place.

“And is that any way to speak to your mother, little flame?”

#Girl Group scenarios #Dreamcatcher scenarios #Dami scenarios #Lee Yubin scenarios #MooStarOnce

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