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colliholly · 28 days
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Misty's favorite band would be Garbage. I feel this deep in my heart
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one-time-i-dreamt · 14 days
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I was at a restaurant, but then I realised I left my phone outside so I went and got it, and when I came back in, the manager was really mad at me so I had to fight him like in yakuza.
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yaminions · 9 months
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hey, i’m not sure if you’re still taking requests but would you mind doing idol!luxiem with manager!reader (together or separate idm either way) like daily shenanigans stuff
Hi Anon, thank you for the request! As of posting this I’m not accepting anymore requests but I am working on ones others(like you) have sent beforehand. They will be posted sometime. This prompt is quite fun and interesting, I’ve seen this a couple of times hehe so I hope you like it! I tried my best :)) I decided to make Idol Luxiem as a group to make it a little more easier to write. Not so much on the romance buut it can build up to it!
I’m so sorry for the wait as well!
-yaminions
The Idols and Their Manager [Luxiem]
Plot: They’re idiots but they’re your idiots who wouldn’t trade you for anyone else.
Format: Scenario/HC
Warning/Disclaimer: situational, more on the fluffy and humorous side, hinted the members like manager!Reader, slight ooc, Reader is a bit oblivious, picture used for reference only
Genre(s): fluff, friendship, humor
Pairing: Idol!Luxiem x Manager!F!Reader
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You’re their personal alarm clock to wake them up in the morning. In this scenario they live together in a house, which means they gave you a spare key to it.
Although usually Ike and Shu have alarms set, sometimes they snooze it and it’s your job to make sure they get up for the day.
For the others, well, your creative ways to wake them up will forever flabbergast them.
On some occasions, you bribe them with food—who can reject that?—and it immediately springs them awake and hustling to get ready.
When you signed up for this job, you were nervous how to manage five handsome yet childish men but turns out they were pretty welcoming.
Ike and Shu were kindhearted souls, whereas Luca and Mysta cracked jokes to ease up your nerves, and Vox made sure you felt safe around them. Though he’d slip up from time to time to compliment and subtly flirt with you.
Overtime, you grew comfortable being around them and would go along with their jokes/shenanigans while keeping them in check during rehearsals, meetings, fan meetups, and concerts.
Of course, during said meetings you had to keep it professional—unless you’re sandwiched between the two jokesters Luca and Mysta. The two of them can’t sit still for the life of them and try to annoy each other with you stuck in the middle.
Ike tried shushing them but you held up your hand to stop him. He watched as you pinched their arms to get them to shut up and behave. You’d try your best to ignore their pouts sent your way, whilst trying to hold your hand under the table.
While everything seemed okay on the outside, you were able to pick up when they really weren’t on the inside. You’d comfort them either as a group or individually, whichever you found less stressful for them.
You can’t relate to the anxiety of performing in front of thousands of people, since you’re not an idol, but that didn’t stop you from reassuring them that they’ll do great. Soon, it became a little ritual that they’d ask for your words of assurance before every performance so they can do well with your ‘good luck.’
Seeing them shine brightly on stage, happy and carefree, you promised yourself you’d always do your best to support them as their manager.
On their day offs, they’d invite you over to their house or outing they have planned because they want you to feel included. At first, you didn’t think it was professional of you to be hanging out with them outside of work but with a lot of begging and puppy eyes from Luca—you caved in.
The company did say it was okay to get close as friends, right? You hoped so.
Given you’re their manager, of course you’re seen with them all the time—whether as a group or individually with a member—Luxiem never leaves you out of their sights. You’re either with them or with one of them, never by yourself.
The guys mutually agreed to serve as some sort of bodyguard for you if you’re alone.
The guys were a little protective of you, especially when they do photo shoots with other idols. They think they’re going to steal you away or something. So they took it upon themselves to show them you were ‘theirs.’
Mysta gifted you a matching bracelet of his, Ike gifted you a pair of earrings that were similar to a pair he owned, Shu gifted you a necklace with his initials, then both Luca and Vox gifted you some clothing: a cardigan and sweater. You’d wear their gifts everyday, except the clothes because you still had to wash them.
Unbeknownst to you, it was them subtly marking you—but how could you know that? You thought they were being nice.
Maybe one day, when they all come to an agreement with their feelings, they’d come clean to settle things with you properly.
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brooklyn-alley-ratcat · 4 months
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I genuinely need to know which it is because we have the Christmas party coming up and all of us are going to give him a trophy for being out of pocket but we need the best one to tell new hires about.
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February 1975, New York, USA - Queen with the managers of Elektra Records
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shutit-haha · 7 months
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Rocker Bakugo/Manager reader
Rocker Bakugo who everyone labels as cocky but you simply say arrogant. There's videos that have gone viral of you correcting people during interviews saying he's only like this because he knows what he can do. This is how you gain your popularity as his manager.
"Now you're quite cocky aren't you?" The grey haired man leans forward onto his desk.
"No, he's not." You speak up from where you sit next to Bakugo on the dark green sofa.
"But he is," the man corrects you.
"No, he's not." You've taken on a more stern tone, "anytime Katsuki has ever told me 'I don't need you to teach me' he goes and proves that in fact he doesn't need my assistance. He's very talented and has been since a surprisingly young age, do I wish he was nicer yes, every one does. He's arrogant only because he's aware of how talented he is." The interview was cut short after that, security escorting your crew out. This is how you accidently make your mark.
Rocker Bakugo who has a ton of groupies but doesn't really care. As his career starts to rocket, he appears more and more in public with hickeys on his shoulders and chest. At first there's speculation of it being from wild fan, however it's all from you. Gotta make your claim on your drummer boy.
Rocker Bakugo who sits you on his lap and tries to teach you how to play the drums. He wraps his hands around yours, has you pick your favorite song and the two of you learn it together. When ever he has free time (which includes the five minutes he has before showtime) he'll sit you down and have you practice.
"Let's see," he pulls you down onto him.
"I'm not there yet," you're all bashful and shy like the other fan girls. You're not really musically inclined, you dabble sure but negotiation's are your world.
"Yeah you are, come on play." He doesn't grab onto your hands this time, forcing you to play on your own.
"How was that," you're eager for his validation.
"Certified drummer baby, might take my job."
"Don't gaslight."
"'M not."
One day he pulls you on stage for an encore. He gets up from his stool, sits you down instead and has the whole band play your favorite song as a live concert.
Rocker Bakugo who plays dumb when you're talking about laws and contracts. You know full well he understands what you're talking about. When everything was young; your relationship, careers, and ages, the two of you went to get your degrees together.
He'd help you study and was one of the top of your class. You both walked the stage together. Fast forward and his degrees just sitting there in his studio while his eye candy of a manager takes care of everything for him.
"What's that," he ask interrupting you when you use a 'big legal word.'
"Katsuki," you whine.
"What? I'm fuckin' confused explain it to me."
"You understand, I know you understand."
"Brain's melted from all those guitar riffs love, nothing in here but music notes."
"Kat," you swat at him.
"Alright fine, like when that sexy voice of yours explains it to me."
"We're not in college anymore."
"Wasn't that long ago."
Rocker Bakugo who slays at guitar hero and has the drum version. When he's pissed he plays, you come home and find him just jamming the fuck out. He's broken the game once or twice it's a pain in the ass to pay. The damn rich boy even owns the arcade version, bakusquad comes over and plays it all the time.
Rocker Bakugo who has to have your validation. (We all know he has an inferiority complex.) Who gets off stage all sweaty and shit, has that smug ass grin on his face. Still without fail always finds you and is like "how'd I do?"
"Sexy as fuck."
"Yeah," he's breathing heavily in your neck. His arms are limp by his sides, muscles sore.
"Yeah," you push his hair out of his face.
Rocker Bakugo who had everyone convinced you were just some girl. You were always with him, even when recording most people kind of just assumed you were some accessory. You always love the reactions you get when you're introduced as his manager.
Rocker Bakugo who people assume doesn't actually love you. The two of you always appear standoff-ish and scary. However this is only because you're always on alert when the two of you are with new people. You're polite but that bubbly personality of yours completely fizzles away. You're his no bullshitting manager and nothing else during those times, all work mode. There's a rule about no PDA as a way to keep up your image and reputation.
It's such a huge contrast from how the two of you are on livestreams and what not.
Rocker Bakugo who low-key has a mommy/daddy kink, and loves your praise. You're unafraid of telling him when's messed up or needs to rehearse something again. And well your boyfriend's learned to swallow your critique. This means that when he does do something perfect the first time he expects you to hang it up on the fridge.
"Again," you're leaning up against the wall on the opposite side of the room. The darkness of the rest of the space makes you seem barely there, you're like a phantom.
"Again," he growls back at you. The rest of the group is watching with open eyes weary of what is going to happen next.
"Are your muscles cramping?"
"No."
"Are you hungry?"
"No," his voice gets louder.
"Thirty?"
"No," and louder.
"Am I overworking you then?"
"no," and louder.
"Well then do you think you can play it right this time?" Your words make everyone in the room wince, except for your boyfriend. His jaws clenched biting the words he so desperately wants to shout.
"Yeah," he barks at you.
"Good," you lean back against the wall adjusting your shoulders for comfort. "Again."
Rocker Bakugo who fights with you sometimes. "What kind of contract is that," he snarls at you.
"Katsuki what you're asking me for doesn't exist."
"Then make it happen."
"It doesn't work like that, this is difficult."
"It always is."
"Oh don't give me that, you know damn well this is hard. Actually I bet you don't, I bet you haven't even looked at it." You scoff shaking your head, "you're bitching to me about something you know nothing about."
"Bullshit," he spats.
"Yeah ok."
"And what was that shit during practice," his hand is flat on your desk. Your study smells like him and you're not quite sure how you feel about that. It's like he's invaded your space.
"That shirt during practice was me trying to make you better."
"Yeah right," he sneers putting his other hand down on the desk.
"Not everyone's got it out for you Katsuki." You rise from your seat so that you may now stand behind your desk. "You know what Dyna-mighT I can just pack up and leave. I mean you wouldn't want to sleep next to a greedy traitor." You walk out from behind your desk, "you poor fucking cash cow," you glare at him. "I loved you before all of this, when we were broke fucking high school kids."
"Not true."
"Yeah because your mommy and daddy had money to back you up." You point to yourself, "I didn't have that though. I went out on a limb because I believed in you, I took a leap of faith because I trusted the net would appear. This," you bring your finger down onto your desk, "is my income. We don't have to love each other but I am not losing this job."
"Because you made me right, you made me want I am now." He's snarling at your back, you're only a couple steps away from the door.
You snort, "you made yourself. You're really fucking smart, and your gorgeous too but FUCK do you let your insecurity get in the way. And it's my fault for making your ego bigger, this wasn't all you. Go through those records and try and tell me I haven't done some crazy shit for you. Go through documents, interviews, concerts, post, look and compare old contracts."
"Bullshit, I know people that can do better."
"Than go find them," you wave him off.
"You're just a fucking manager-"
"And you're just a fucking cash cow," you slam the door behind you.
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99999dmg · 1 month
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smoking is bad for you guys
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lockandkeyhyena · 3 months
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fat butch anyone? fat butch?
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caffeine-on · 5 months
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Your talent is not a possession, it's a gift. You're the manager, and it's your job to nurture it and help it grow.
Imagine what you could achieve if you invested in your talent every day. What new skills could you learn? What challenges could you overcome? What impact could you make on the world?
The possibilities are endless. 🌱🚀
"One thing I have learned is that I am not the owner of my talent, I am the manager of it." - Madonna
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art-emide · 5 months
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Oggi manager e fotografa per uno chef ✨
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colliholly · 4 months
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bonpyres
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one-time-i-dreamt · 4 months
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I was doing community service with Glamrock Freddy as the manager. He kept flirting with my mom at the fair, which I kept saying wasn't a valid community service spot, because I worked there two summers and they have a crew for cleaning the grounds.
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xroguerose · 1 month
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Ughhh turns out february has an extra day this year, who approved this shit..? i wanna speak to the manager
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fuckyeahmeikokaji · 11 days
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Meiko Kaji (梶芽衣子) and her then-manager Yoshiko Kaneda (かねだよしこ) in 1980.
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littlequeenies · 1 month
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Ca. 1972/73 - American musician and producer Todd Rundgren and American model Bebe Buell, by Neal Preston.
Unknown further details of this iconic photo!
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