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EDIT 2/11/23:

I think I will start taking requests in my inbox as well as doing my usual analyses. Requests take less time to do and are sometimes a welcome break from my multiple page long analyses that I write that often leave me stuck in writer's block.

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You don't need to do well (GWSN Miya x Reader)

Comfort fic, your established girlfriend Miya looks after you while you are sick. Extreme fluff and adorableness you have been warned (title comes from lyrics to GWSN's 'Lullaby').

Pairing: GWSN Miya x Female/NB Reader Word count: 1575 Requested!

A/N: My first request! I'm truly honoured thank you T_T Anon was okay with either Miya or reader being sick, so I chose reader, but if anyone would like one the other way round feel free to let me know! It also did not specify romance but I made it so, I hope that's okay too! Once again thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy this~

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It was one of those mornings where the second you woke up, you knew you weren’t going anywhere. The first thing that registered was a blinding pain in your stomach; one that you couldn’t quite pin point the feeling or the cause, you just knew it hurt so badly you had no appetite. You tried to sit up, only for a strong feeling of nausea to wash over you, and you immediately led back down. You felt like if you moved too sharply, you were going to throw up.

The next thing you noticed was that the other side of the bed was empty. You knew Miya liked to sleep in, especially on the weekend when she had nowhere to go. How late in the day was it?

Your bedroom door clicked open, and you saw your girlfriend enter the room. She was fully dressed; only her typical lounge clothes, tracksuit bottoms and a white t-shirt, and her hair was brushed and neatened out. You weren’t sure how long she’d been up, but it must have been at least half an hour.

“Are you still in bed? I know it’s Saturday, but you can’t sleep all day.” Miya spoke with a smile. She sometimes liked to tease you about being lazy, as if you weren’t the one dragging her out of bed most mornings. You simply pulled the covers over your face.

You heard light footsteps approach you, and felt a hand pull down the sheets covering your face. Miya was crouched down to be level with you, and her face had softened, “are you sick?” 

You gave a weak nod in response, then braved speaking, “my stomach hurts so bad, and I feel like I could throw up.”

“Here,” Miya stood, and gestured for you to lift your head up. She gently pressed the back of her hand against your forehead for a few moments, before crouching back down, “you a have a bit of a fever. It’s probably just a stomach bug. Do you think you could eat anything?”

The thought of food made you feel nauseous again. You shook your head at her, and you noticed Miya giving you a pout.

“What’s with that face?” You asked her, smiling in amusement.

“I don’t like it when you’re sick,” Miya answered softly, placing her hand on top of yours and grazing your knuckle, “it makes me sad seeing you unwell.”

Your heart sank as she spoke, so you squeezed her hand in reassurance, giving her a smile, “I’ll be fine, just need to get rid of this bug.”

Miya nodded, using her free hand to stroke your hair, “yes, you do. Since you can’t eat anything yet, I think you should go back to sleep and get plenty of rest. I’ll be quiet in the other room so you can have peace.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” you nodded, “thank you.”

“I’ll get you a glass of water, and…” she trailed off, standing up and walking out of view to the other side of the room. You didn’t turn to look for fear of feeling sick again. She came back seconds later holding one of her favourite cat toys, a childish grin on her face, “you can have this to cuddle. He’s really soft, so he should make you feel cosier.” Miya admired the soft toy, feeling the surface of it before passing it to you.

Her gesture made you laugh slightly; she always managed to be adorable and cheer you up when you felt your worst. You held the cat close to you and smiled, “thank you.”

Miya stood up again, leaning down and planting a kiss on your cheek as she whispered, “I’ll get your glass of water.”

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You hadn’t drank a drop of water Miya had brought to you. As soon as she left the room, you had closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep under the comfort of her cuddly cat. Now, waking up again, you noticed the room was dark, and the sun was almost completely set outside. There was a small beam of light coming through your bedroom door; Miya had left it open a crack possibly so she could check on you easier.

Sitting up, you took a sip of water. The water had gone tepid being on your bedside all afternoon, but you didn’t care. You noticed the pain in your stomach had lessened, but it still twinged slightly. You began to feel dizzy sitting up, so promptly led back down with a sigh of frustration.

The beam of light widened as your bedroom door was opened. Miya once again entered the room, this time holding things you couldn’t quite make out by her backlit silhouette. She approached your bedside, setting down the items on the table and turning the lamp on next to you. As your eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light, you noticed that she had brought you a sandwich and another glass of water; this one had something fizzing in it.

She crouched down to face level with you again, “how are you feeling?” Her voice held a tone of sincerity and concern, her eyes trying to study your condition.

“A bit better. My stomach doesn’t hurt as much, but I still feel nauseous.” You answered honestly.

Miya’s hand began stroking your hair again, as she spoke softly, “well, I’m glad you rested a lot, It’s about half past nine now. I checked in on you a few times, and every time you were fast asleep. I saw you wake up just before, so brought you something to eat if you think you could stomach it.” She picked up the plate and motioned the sandwich towards you. You still felt sick, but you were so hungry it didn’t bother you anymore.

“Yeah, I think I could eat something.” You said, nodding as you began to sit up. Miya stood up and took one of the pillows from her side of the bed and propped it behind you, giving you something to rest the back of your head on. She then passed you the plate, and you took the sandwich, hesitating before taking a small bite.

“Is that okay?” Miya asked, wanting assurance from you. Nodding again, you gave her a quick “thank you” between bites as you began to eat the sandwich faster.

Once again, you felt Miya’s hand press against your forehead, “your fever has gone down. I must admit you look a lot brighter now than you did this morning.”

“I definitely don’t feel as weak anymore, everything’s got milder but I can still feel it.” You explained, finishing the sandwich in a short time. After the first bite, your appetite came back completely, so you ended up practically inhaling it.

“Well I brought you this too,” Miya picked up the glass she had brought in; the fizzing had stopped from when she first entered the room. She swilled the liquid round the glass, “it’s just a little something I picked up from the chemist, supposed to help with stomach bugs. You don’t have to take it if you don’t want to, but it’s there if you do.”

You promptly took the glass out of Miya’s hand, stating, “I’ll take anything. Down in one?” Miya nodded, and you knocked the glass of medicine back and set the glass on the bedside table. It tried to mimic some sort of orange flavour, but was very weak and unpleasant tasting. As long as it did its job, you didn’t care how it tasted.

Miya’s eyes went sympathetic on you again, “is there anything else you need?”

Thinking for a moment, you looked up at her with a pout, “I think I could do with some girlfriend cuddles.”

A smile broke on her face, “that is not a problem.” You cracked a smile too as she hopped round to the other side of the bed. You moved the pillow back to her side and led down, Miya slowly climbing on the bed and lying next to you. She placed her arm gently round your top half, being mindful not to press on your stomach, and pulled your head into her shoulder.

“Thank you for looking after me today.” You spoke contently.

Miya smiled, her eyes closed in relaxation, “of course, anything to make you feel better.”

“And thank you for this little friend,” smiling, you picked up the cat toy you had been sleeping with, plonking it between the two of you. Miya opened her eyes, catching sight of the cat before letting out a tiny amused laugh, “helped me sleep all afternoon. He can be our sick bay cat.”

“I like that!” Miya exclaimed, stroking the head of the cat toy. Her eyes then turned towards you, asking, “should we both get some sleep for the night?”

You cuddled into her more, telling her, “in a bit. I’m quite comfy at the moment.”

Miya gave you a soft look, “okay, we’ll stay here a bit longer.” She pulled you closer into her, leaving a long kiss on the top of your head. You felt so relaxed in her arms, you barely even felt sick anymore. It made you feel so genuinely thankful that she cared so much about you, and that she would take care of you like this.

If this was how she treated you, you thought you should be sick more often.

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Ocean Muse

Idol: Miya (GWSN)

Prompt: This is probably pretty unique but can I request a fic for GWSN's Miya with a female reader? The reader works as a rescue diver and Miya is an artist. Miya surprises the reader with a painting of sea life + her diving and Miya confesses at the same time? Feel free to change up what you need to lol. A fluff piece, non-idol!AU. If you do this one thank you! And make sure to take care of yourselves this blog is amazing!

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I love GWSN, they seriously have no bad songs and are all super sweet and fun girls. I really recommend you all check them out! They also upload covers and short videos of themselves that have English subs, so you can get to know them well! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

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It was frustration that originally drove Miya to that cliff by the sea that overlooked the beach. For a month, she’d holed herself up in her studio, working to no avail. Hundreds of pieces of paper and canvases littered the floor, painted and then trashed out of frustration. During her most successful year yet, she’d hit a wall: she could paint nothing she was satisfied with and had no inspiration for anything new. Frustration took over, and it was that frustration that led her to pack up her things and head to Jeju, ready to give up forever.

Jeju was exactly what she needed. It was summer, and the air was warm, kissing her skin and relaxing her sore muscles. The picturesque scenery and the peaceful atmosphere even encouraged her to pick up her paintbrushes again, ebbing the anger and annoyance from her shoulders. But it was the cliff that truly changed everything.

She found it while she was out driving, looking for a good spot to sit and relax, and perhaps even paint or draw a little something. It was located near a busy beach and, further down, a dock, where fishermen were always going in and out. But up on the cliff, it was quiet, the wind carrying up the faint sounds below. There was a small bench located near the edge, as well as a metal fence, and that was why she stopped her car and walked over. The air was clear and salty, the sun warm, and somewhere nearby, birds chirped. Down below, she could see families coming and going, and it made her smile.

This was the perfect spot.

She settled down on the ground near the fence and pulled out her sketchbook but left it closed on her lap, breathing in the clear air and closing her eyes. When she opened them again and looked down, something near the cliff bottom caught her eye, and she leaned over to look. Divers, all in black diving gear, were walking out of the water. She had heard about the female divers here, but this didn’t seem to be the same thing. In fact, they seemed to have some sort of health or emergency symbol on their suits. Fascinated, she watched as the group began to take off their equipment and masks, talking among themselves.

As she watched, a gentle wind brought a laugh up from below that seized her heart as the wind ruffled her hair. You pulled off your mask and revealed your face, knocking the breath out of her as you ran your fingers through your wet hair and smiled, saying something to your friend that she couldn’t hear. Despite how far away you were, Miya couldn’t take her eyes off of you. There was something so... alluring about you. About the way you skillfully took apart the equipment with a smile on your face, all while seeming to lead the team. She’d never believed in love at first sight, but what else could this be?

When you walked off towards the pier, carrying your equipment, the spell was broken and she could breath again. Turning around, she stumbled back to where she’d left her art supplies and quickly opened her sketchbook, sitting down on the bench. Your smiling face still ingrained in her mind, she began to draw, full of inspiration for the first time in months.

-

The sketch turned out wonderful, a still of you looking out towards the ocean and smiling, and she hung it up in her new, makeshift work space in the studio apartment she was renting. A thrill rushed through her veins again, and she itched to paint you, to get a closer look at your smile, and to see you again.

So she ended up back at that cliff, her sketchbook in hand, eyes trained on the sea. She had a reason to paint again.

-

Sometimes, you showed up on the beach. Other times, she waited only for you not to appear. Through her watching, Miya started to understand your schedule and your job. You were a rescue diver, that much she’d gathered from overhearing your conversations when the wind was right, and this beach was a practice site where you trained new divers, which explained why you weren’t there every day. Her sketchbook filled up with drawings of you: you coming out of the water, you laughing with your trainees, you diving into the ocean. Alongside those drawings were sketches of ocean life, the beach, and the view from the cliff. Everything seemed to inspire her now, and she loved it.

Eventually, she worked up the nerve to go down to the beach one Monday when she knew you’d be at the beach. Sure enough, you showed up thirty minutes after she did, leading your team towards your normal spot. She watched in awe as you suited up for the dive, taking note of all of the different types of equipment in her sketchbook. This close, she could hear you explaining them all, so she jotted down notes, wanting to make sure her paintings were as realistic as possible. It was interesting, too, how much work went into diving. It fascinated her that people could remember all the rules.

When you went underwater, she busied herself with drawing a group of seagulls and a two nearby fighting crabs until you resurfaced once again. As you chatted with your group and took off the equipment, she took a deep breath and psyched herself up. She had to talk to you. It was now or never.

Thankfully, you always had a habit of walking behind your group, so she wouldn’t have to stop you in front of everyone. As you picked up the last of your things, the rest of the group already going ahead, she carefully approached you.

“Um, hello. I’m sorry to bother you, but could I ask you something?”

You looked up, a bit startled, before smiling, standing up straight and nodding. “Hello, and sure, I don’t mind!”

“Can I ask what you guys are doing out here? With the diving, I mean.” She felt embarrassed as she spoke, her cheeks heating up. This was dumb. What was she even doing?

“Oh, I’m training some of my trainee rescue divers! The water is deep in this area so not many families come over here, but it’s still a relatively safe dive spot, so it’s a good training area.” You tucked your wet hair behind your ear, looking at her curiously. “I hope we aren’t getting in the way of anything.”

“Oh, no!” She waved her hands quickly before gesturing to her sketchbook. “I’m just an artist and I’ve been coming to this beach for inspiration. Since I see you here a lot, I started to get curious. It’s really fascinating to watch you dive.” Did that sound weird? She was sure, but you didn’t seem to think so, your smile widening.

“Oh wow, I’ve never met an artist before, but I’m glad you find diving interesting!”

“Can I ask what a rescue diver does?”

You thought for a minute. “Well, we do a lot of things. A lot of times we get called in to help with sinking boats but really we’re called for any water-based accidents. And sometimes we help with collecting things from sunken boats or cars that might help if there’s an investigation.”

“Wow,” Miya said, eyes wide in awe. “You have a really important job. Isn’t it stressful?”

“To be honest, yes,” you said with a little laugh and nod. “But it’s my passion so I don’t mind it.” You held out your hand. “I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

“I’m Miya.” She shook your hand and smiled. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Can I ask you something in return?”

That took her by surprise, and she raised her eyebrows. “Oh, sure! Since I asked you so many, it’s only fair.”

“What do you do? As an artist, I mean. I’m not really familiar with that kind of stuff.”

“Mostly I paint, but I like to do sketches before I start my paintings. Especially if I’m painting something real. Like the ocean, for example. I want everything to be right.” She shrugged. “It’s nothing impressive but I enjoy it.”

“No, I think it’s impressive! I can’t paint so I’m always amazed with what artists can do. I’d love to see your work sometime, Miya.” You smiled brightly, and internally, Miya panicked. How was she supposed to explain a sketchbook full of, well, you? Swallowing, she quickly flipped through the book, finally landing on the sketch of the crabs from earlier.

“Here’s one of the sketches I did today. It’s nothing special, though, it was a quick drawing.” Her cheeks flushed and she wished she could show you something better. But you, on the other hand, let out a little gasp when you looked at the page.

“What are you talking about? That’s a great sketch! If this is just a quick drawing, your paintings must be amazing!”

She blushed even more, laughing nervously. “I don’t know about that.”

“I’m sure they’re wonderful.” You checked the watch you had on under your sleeve. “Hey, I’m off after this, so if you want, why don’t we grab some lunch? You can tell me more about your art, and I can explain more about diving to you.”

Was this really happening? Miya felt a little dizzy but she grinned, tucking her sketchbook under her arm. “I’d like that.”

“Great! Then let’s meet at the noodle place up by the pier. I have to get dressed, but I know the owner there. She’ll give us a good deal.”

“I’ll be there,” she said, hardly believing what she was saying. Out of all the things she’d been expecting to happen, eating out with you was not one of them. But she wasn’t about to complain.

-

Despite the difference in jobs, it turned out that the two of you actually had a lot in common. You had the same music tastes, the same tastes in food, and the same favorite books. And, of course, both of you loved the beach. It was easy to chat and laugh with you, because you felt like a friend already.

When she left the noddle shop by the pier, Miya had her muse’s number in her phone and a smile on her face. She couldn’t wait to get back to work.

-

“Can I sketch you?” This was probably something she should have asked you before, but it was only now that she had the courage. She was sitting on the side of a boat, her legs dangling over the side and arms resting on the metal railing, watching as you got ready for yet another practice dive. When you smiled at her, she was overcome with affection and courage. The words just came out on their own.

“Me?” Your cheeks colored as you pulled your face mask up to look at her. “I-I mean, are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Whenever I see you getting ready, it gives me a lot of inspiration.” She had never seen you flustered before, and it was kind of cute, making her smile as she watched you busy yourself with tightening your vest.

“I don’t mind it,” you said, voice soft as you pulled the mask back down to hide your face. You were ready to dive now. “I’m flattered, actually.”

“Thank you. I’ll show you the sketch when you come back up.”

Whenever you jumped into the water, Miya got a rush of adrenaline, as if she was the one in the suit. Your head bobbed back above water for a moment and when you looked up at her, she couldn’t help but to smile and reach her hand out to you.

“Good luck.”

You didn’t say anything in return, your mask and oxygen mouth piece already in place, but you reached up to touch her hand, giving it a little squeeze before pulling away and giving her a thumbs up. Then, you were underwater, and she watched for as long as she could see you before you disappeared into the deep blue, leaving her with a pounding heart and a pencil in hand.

-

She could always tell when you’d had a long day. You would text her late in the evening, asking if she wanted to go get late dinner or meet up at a bar to chat. Sometimes, you would even invite her over, or she would, on occasion, invite you over to her place (after desperately cleaning up, of course). Your texts would be a little shorter than usual, and once the two of you got closer, you started to include little sad faces. It was cute, and she found herself doodling them in the corners of her pages.

On long days, you just wanted someone to chat with, so that you could forget the events of the day. She always made time to go out, putting off her art in order to meet up at your choice of a place. It was a little open-air bar and seafood place that became your go-to. From the benches outside, the two of you could see the beach. A light wind blew through every night and dark waves lapped against the sand and rocky cliff sides, providing a soothing background noise while the stars shined brightly above, twinkling as the two of you quietly talked, ate, and drank. Sometimes, it was cold, and the two of you huddled together for warmth. Other times, it was warm enough that the bench was hot to the touch.

Tonight was a cold night, so it didn’t surprise Miya when you leaned your head on her shoulder, letting out a sigh. The wind played with her hair and whipped against her face, but the noodles she had were warm, and she touched her hands to the bowl, warming her skin.

“Hey, Miya?” Your voice was light and airy. She figured you were already a little tipsy as she turned her head slightly, only to find your face inches from her own. You were looking at her with wide eyes, and her breath caught in her throat.

“Y-yes?” She managed to get out. You let out another sigh and turned away to look up at the stars.

“What do you think happens when we die?” Your question caught her off guard, and she froze, not knowing how to answer. You shook your head, still leaning on her shoulder. “Never mind. I’m sorry. That was a heavy question.”

She took a deep breath, then reached over to gently put her hand over yours. Deep inside, she knew why you were asking that question, and she wished she could make it all better. “All you can do is your best, (Y/N).”

For a moment, you were silent. Steam curled up from your untouched noodles. “I guess you’re right.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Once again, you shook your head, sitting up straight. “Not really. But thank you for the offer.” You stood from the bench and she watched as you walked over to the railing that separated the eating area from the road and rested your arms there. “Sometimes, I wonder why I do this job. Especially on days like this.” You tilted your head back and looked up at the sky. Your hair caught in the wind and your eyes fluttered closed as you breathed in the ocean air, half in the shadows cast by buildings and half illuminated by the mosquito lights and the stars.

“You do it because you’re passionate and you love to help people.” Miya paused, trying to find the right words. “Sometimes you can’t fight fate. But you have more successes than you do failures. You’re an inspiration to me.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

You turned back to her and smiled, a soft, sad smile, and there, with your head framed by the stars and the ocean lapping at the beach behind you, you looked almost ethereal. “Thank you, Miya. I always feel better when I talk to you.”

This was a moment she wanted to ingrain in her mind forever, so she took in the lighting and the way you looked, etching the memory into her brain. “I’m always here for you when you need me.”

You stepped back to the bench and let out a long breath, body falling into Miya’s and your shoulders sagging. She caught and held you, hugging you close, and you seemed to relax a bit in her arms, eyes closing once again. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“No, I’m the lucky one,” she said, looking out at the ocean. You chuckled and she swallowed thickly, closing her own eyes. If only you knew how truthful she was being.

-

“Come on, let me teach you how to dive.” You were grinning widely, as if you weren’t proposing the scariest thing Miya could possibly think of. She could feel the blood drain from her face as she stepped away from the boat and back onto the pier, slowly shaking her head.

“I-I don’t know about that.” It was no secret that she was easily scared, but diving was a whole other level of terrifying. Even with all the equipment, the idea of being deep underwater made her heart drop. “I mean, I’ve never done anything like it before.”

“I’m a certified trainer,” you said with a laugh, reaching out your hand. “I won’t let anything bad happen. I promise.” When she didn’t take it right away, you raised your eyebrows. “Do you not trust me?” Your voice was playful, as if you were teasing her, and she groaned, taking your hand.

“I do trust you, but I’m not sure I want to be underwater.”

“Then how about this.” You pulled her onto the boat, the one you usually used when going out diving. It seemed much more intimidating today than it was when Miya just went out to watch. “We don’t have to go very deep. We’ll go to a more shallow area with roping to follow and I’ll stay right by your side the entire time. If you ever get scared and want to surface, all you have to do is give me this signal.” You pointed up, and she nodded, her heart pounding.

“I’m just really nervous,” she said, pressing her hand to her heart, and you smiled.

“That’s normal. I was nervous on my first dive too.”

The boat began to move and Miya swallowed, looking out at the deep blue ocean. Then, she took a deep breath and looked back at you. “Can I ask you to do something for me in return for me diving with you?”

“Sure.”

“I need photos of ocean life for painting. Do you know where to get a waterproof camera or something?”

You laughed. “I already have one of those, so we can do that today! Come on, let’s get you suited up.”

Miya sighed and let you tug her over to where the equipment sat. There was no way she could get out of this now.

-

The ocean was beautiful. Miya had seen plenty of documentaries about the ocean and underwater exploring, but seeing it up close somehow made it even more beautiful. When she first dove in, the water was cloudy and it was hard to see. But then, as the water cleared, she found the rope and grabbed on, looking around in awe. Already, she could see fish. She didn’t know the types of fish, but there were plenty, schools of them quickly swimming away from her. Where the rope sat, algae and seaweed was growing, and further up ahead, corals.

There were so many wonderful colors that it almost made her forget all of her fears. She studied everything closely: the green seaweed and the purple coral growths on the rocky sea bottom, the striped fish, the green, slippery eel, blue and red corals and hidden crevices with crabs inside. There was even some pink and tans mixed in, making a rainbow paradise under the ocean.

By the time she resurfaced, her heart was pounding for a different reason. That trip had led her to an artists paradise, and although she wasn’t sure she’d want to do it again, she was so glad she’d agreed to give it a try.

“That was amazing. You see that every day?”

You beamed and shook the water from your hair, looking proud. “More or less. It’s usually further out so there’s bigger fish and stuff, but yeah.”

“You have an incredible job.” Miya gasped and laid back on the deck, looking up at the clear blue sky. “But I’m not sure I could do it. You’re incredible, actually.”

Laughing, you laid down beside her. “It takes a lot of energy, but I love it.”

Turning her head, Miya looked at you, feeling her heart swell with affection. You looked so happy and satisfied and beautiful, and her feelings bubbled up, threatening to burst out of her chest. She wanted to say “I love you,” but she forced it down, looked up at the sky, and closed her eyes. She wasn’t ready to confess. Yet.

-

Painting was a slow process, because Miya wanted it to be perfect. All of the sketches, all of the photos, and all of the colors and moments she’d collected over her time in Jeju with you combined to make her final painting. Purples, blues, pinks, reds, blacks, and greens swirled together as she tried to recreate her feelings: the thrills, the ups and downs, the love, and the happiness she felt around you. She locked herself in her studio and painted with a passion she hadn’t known in months, pouring her all onto the canvas until, finally, it was perfect. It took her two weeks to finish the painting.

It took another week before she worked up the courage to give it to you.

-Hey, when can you come over? I have something I want to show you.

-I can come over now! Is that okay?

It was now or never. Miya took a deep breath and looked at the painting one last time. It sat on its stand in the middle of the room, everything else cleaned up and put away around it. It was as perfect as it could be, so she placed a white sheet over the top, and busied herself making sure everything else was perfect.

By the time you got to her studio, she had changed clothes, now in a fresh pair of jeans and one of her nicer button-up shirts with her hair perfectly in place. She was so nervous her hands were sweating, so she quickly wiped them on the jeans before taking another breath and opening the door.

“Hello there.” Your smile made her heart skip a beat. You were also dressed nicely, at least nicer than you usually dressed, looking like you were about to go into town. “Have you finished with whatever piece of art made you disappear on me?”

She flushed and rubbed at the back of her neck, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry, I tend to disappear when I’m really focused on something. I didn’t mean to ignore you or anything.”

You laughed, touching her arm and making butterflies appear in her stomach. “It’s okay, I was just teasing you. I’m excited to see what you created!”

Her mouth felt dry, but she knew she had to do this. So she smiled and closed the door behind you, gesturing towards where the painting was. “Come in, then, and I’ll show you!” She led you to the front of the stand and then left you there, moving beside the painting and raising her eyebrows. “Are you ready?”

You nodded, bouncing a bit on your feet. “So ready!”

This was it. All of her months of Jeju had led up to this moment. All of her months of sketching, the time she spent taking photos, the laughter she shared with you, and the inspiration she’d felt since she first saw you, up on that cliff. After a moment of hesitation, her nerves making her hands shake slightly, she pulled off the sheet.

There, on the canvas, was a painting of you. You were diving, heading for the seabed, swimming as gracefully as a mermaid. Around you were fish, corals, seaweed, and plenty of other sea life, all of the things she’d seen when diving with you. A rope ran along the seabed, and on the sleeve of your wet suit was your rescue diver symbol, proud in the deep blue of the ocean. A crab looked up to you, raising a claw in greeting, and bubbles gently floated up towards the surface, some of them curved in the shape of a heart. The colors of the ocean swirled together with care, bringing the entire painting together and pointing back to the most important part of the painting: you.

You gasped, bringing your hands up to cover your mouth as your eyes grew wide. For a moment, you stood still, before you moved forward to look closer at the painting, blinking away tears.

“Oh my god, Miya,” you said softly, voice breaking ever so slightly as you looked from her to the painting. “It’s... It’s so beautiful. I’m so touched.”

“It’s for you,” she said with a smile, making you gasp again, waving a hand.

“No, I couldn’t take it, really. You worked so hard on it, there’s no way!”

“I worked hard on it so that I could be proud when I gave it to you.” She wet her lips, clasping her hands together. “When I came here, I was totally lost. I couldn’t paint anything and I had no inspiration. But then I saw you, and that all changed. I had never seen anyone I was so fascinated by. You inspired me in a way that I hadn’t been inspired in a long time. I could draw you forever. You really became my muse.” She took a deep breath again before continuing. “Then we got to know each other and.... I realized that I really liked you. With you I experienced so many new things and felt so many emotions. I felt passion again. All because of you.”

“Miya....” You stepped closer to her and she quickly continued before she could lose her nerve.

“(Y/N), I like you, much more than as a friend. And I’m giving you this painting to let you know my feelings. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but I wanted to tell you.”

You smiled, and before she could register what was happening, you were wrapping your arms around her in a tight hug. “How could I not love you, Miya? You’re incredible. I was hoping you felt the same way.” At your words, she let out a sigh of relief and hugged you back, making you laugh softly. “I’ll treasure that painting forever. I promise. I love it.”

“I’m so glad.” She felt a bit like crying, but smiled instead, pulling away to look at it. “I made sure it was perfect. Just like you.”

“I’m far from perfect,” you said, shaking your head, “but the painting is absolutely perfect. I can’t believe I’m dating such a talented artist.”

Her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She’d been wanting to hear those words for a long time. “Oh.”

A playful smile came to your lips, one that she recognized well now. “We are dating now, right?”

“I don’t remember ever asking you to start dating me,” she countered, just as playful, making you laugh again. She loved that sound.

“Then I’ll ask. Miya, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Great, now we’re dating!” You tilted your head, smile softening. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

Miya was reminded of that day, the first day she really met you, with the tide rolling in and the sun high in the sky, sand in-between her toes and her heart in her throat. She might have already been in love then. “Sure, go ahead.”

“Can I kiss you?”

She laughed, leaning her head against yours, her heart overflowing with happiness and affection. It was desperation that first drove her to Jeju. But it was love that was driving her to stay.

“Always.”

[tokkeejin-blog]

kpop fic requests? send them here!

hello !! i’m kellin, a fic writer for girl groups and boy groups !! i’m currently accepting requests for almost any gg or bg, so send them in if you’d like; i’ll do my best work on them !! i’m excited to get back into writing again :D

WILL WRITE !

- fluff

- nsfw

- almost anything rly!! just ask and i’ll specify!!

WILL NOT WRITE !

- genderbends

- x reader for boy groups

- nct

i’ll make a rules tag/intro and carrd soon! 

i’d love to write for you!

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[lgbt-kpopimagines]

Requests open

Please keep the requests coming! I have finally the time to write, so I love to write for all of you! 

- Admin A 

[ch1giri]

yayyy ur requests box are open so can i request a scenario of shidou seeing reader with short hair (short hair like jeongyeon from twice or miya from gwsn) and wearing glasses tysm and have a nice day/night!!

- anon 💯

Note: Hii thank you so much! I hope you have an amazing day/night too! I had to look them up and both of them are absolutely gorgeous I feel in love 🥰 sorry this took so long, hope you like it!

Shidou reacting to your short hair and glasses

Looking at yourself in the mirror you checked your new haircut, short bangs hitting the sides of your glasses gently. You weren't sure if the little tingle that passed through your spine was from sheer excitement or anxiety from your boyfriend's reaction. It was a big change but you were hoping Ryusei will like it as much as you do. And like some magic your phone pinged signaling a message from your beloved boyfriend

Ryu 💖: I'm outside baby let me in

Excitedly you opened the door bracing yourself for his reaction. Simply just greeting you and pecking you on the lips he let himself in. No reaction? That's strange, there is no way that he didn't notice. You were still next to the door clutching the handle, while Ryu got comfortable on your couch. "Why are you just standing there?" slapping the empty spot next to him, his usual smirk got only bigger. You tried to study his features but to no avail, he looked the same. Honestly that stated to worry you a little, usually he is very loud and expressive, why was he quite now?

"So what do you think?" Finally shot out of your mouth, though now it sounded less than confident as you made your way towards the couch. "About the hair and glasses?"

Tilting his head a bit Ryu tried moving some of the hair that was covering your forehead. "So you did noti-" he cut you off with a kiss on the lips and then another and another breaking the train of your thoughts "You look cute, what else did you think I would say? Dummy."

"Damn right I do"

[mickeytheticklee]

Some things about me :)

Because I'm not sure if I've done this before

My name is Mickey

I wanted to name myself after Mickey Mouse since my favorite childhood show was Mickey Mouse Clubhouse

I'm a lee (but at times be acting like a switch)

But mostly a lee

I stan a lot of girl groups my ult groups are IZ*ONE, Loona, itzy, gwsn, wjsn, Weki Meki, fromis_9

My fav guy groups are bts, ateez, Onlyoneof, txt

My fav tickle spots: upper body + thighs

I'm a nonbinary lesbian :)

Reason why I made this acc: I just wanted to find people who are like me bc before I felt like I was alone having a tickle fetish

I discovered I had a tickle fetish in like middle school but didn't know it was a fetish until my freshman year

Idk why I started doing tickle fics I feel like they're therapeutic to me

Even though I very much suck at writing lol

My favorite tickle scenario: Cheer up tickles whenever it's a rainy day or tickle cuddles with ultimate amount of kisses

Other hobbies I have is dancing, editing, and cooking

The lers I gush over: Yena, Ryujin, Karina, Hyejoo, Hyeongshin, Jihyo, and Seoyeon, Yeoreum, Swan

The male idols I like that could be lers are: Shotaro, Keeho, BM, San

I am a shy lee (and I hate it 🤬)

I like a ler who will force me to admit how ticklish I am

Anyway I think that's it :)

[straychesire]

Masterlist

Groups I Write For: BlackPink, IZ*ONE, ITZY, Twice, Dreamcatcher, GWSN, LOONA, Astro, Stray Kids, Seventeen

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

I do not write smut.

Bullet-point Scenarios:

Goodnight - ITZY (itzy getting ready for bed with their gf)

Scenarios:

Hazy - Twice's Sana - Requested

Her (Not-So-Secret) Secret - ITZY’s Ryujin - Requested

Sage & Lavender - Dreamcatcher’s Dami

Twitterpated - Stray Kids' Felix

You Make Me (Speechless) - ITZY's Ryujin - Requested

Reactions:

Butterflies - ITZY (the moment they realize they’re in love with you)

Cuddlebug - ITZY (when their girfriend is cuddly)

Life-Changing - ITZY (where their female best friend confesses)

Liquid Courage - BlackPink (their drunk crush kisses them)

Rosy Cheeks - BlackPink (their crush asks them on a date)

Thoughtful - Astro (the moment they catch you, their non-dancing significant other, trying to learn one of their choreographies)

Tutor Me? - IZ*ONE J-Line (they get asked by their crush to be their japanese tutor)

Imagines:

Boyfriend!Rocky (Astro)

"Can I See You Again?" - Twice's Tzuyu

"How Do You Do This?!" - LOONA's Yves

"Sing For Me" - Stray Kids' Han

Misc.:

My Fav Comebacks of 2019 as Movie Posters

[taeyoming]

Alternative 2018 Year End Kpop Awards

ᴮᴱᶜᴬᵁˢᴱ ᴬᵂᴬᴿᴰ ˢᴴᴼᵂˢ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴼᵛᴱᴿᴿᴬᵀᴱᴰ

Bisexual Icon Award Nominees:

Triple H - Retro Future

Step on me unnies Award Nominees:

Red Velvet - Bad Boy

G-idle - Latata

Girls Generation Oh! GG - Lil Touch

Pristin V - Get It

CLC - Black Dress

Finna Woke Award Nominees:

Stray Kids

The Boyz

“This is a cute song but I can probably twerk to this” Nominees:

AOA - Bingle Bangle

Twice - Dance the night away

Red Velvet - Power Up

Izone - La Vien Rose

Momoland - Bboom bboom

Comeback that saved 2018 Nominees:

BTS - Fake Love

EXO - Tempo

Ikon - Love Scenario

NCT Dream - We go up

Pentagon - Shine

Comeback that made me bald Nominees:

Monsta X - Jealousy

NCT U - Boss

Blackpink - Ddu du ddu du

EXID - I Love You

Mamamoo - Starry Night

2018 Hoe Anthem:

Triple H - Retro Future

Hyolyn - Dally

H.I.N.P - Rumor

NCT U - Baby Don’t Stop

Mamamoo - Egotistic

Sarangeul haetda uriga manna Nominees:

Ikon - Love scenario

Made my heart bust a nut Award Nominees:

NCT 127 - Touch

Fromis 9 - DKDK

Seventeen - Oh my!

Pentagon - Shine

Loona - Hi High

Twice - Dance The Night Away

Top Iconic Icons of All Time Nominees:

Shinee - Good Evening

IU - Bbi bbi

Sunmi - Siren

Key - Forever Yours

Super Junior - One more time

Girlgroups That has a lot in store and you should stan homie Nominees:

Fromis 9 - Love Bomb

GWSN - Puzzle Moon

Weki Meki - Crush

Gugudan - Not that type

Loona - Hi high

DIA - Woowoo

Oh My Girl - Remember Me

WJSN - Save Me, Save You

Solo artists that give me will to live Nominees:

Taeyeon - Something New

IU - BBi bbi

Jennie - Solo

Key - Forever Yours

Soyou - All Night

Zico - Soulmate

Thirdwheel of the year Nominees:

Pentagon - Hui

Comebacksthat sent my wig to Jupiter and Back Nominees:

Wannaone - Light

Nuest W - Déjà Vu

Got7 - Lullaby

Monsta X - Shoot out

NCT 127 - Simon says

Debut that made me thankful I’m alive in 2018 Nominees:

Loona - Hi high

GWSN - Puzzle Moon

Izone - La Vie En Rose

Jennie - Solo

Key - Forever Yours

Stray kids - District 9

G-Idle - Latata

People that deserve to get smacked the fuck up :

Cube Ent.

[bangtanbetchfics]

Eros (m) | kim taehyung capsule

genre: fluff rating: mature pairing: artist!taehyung x female reader word count: 1.6k suggested listening: sweet luv - lovelyz | bloom (true light) - gwsn | 20cm - txt | playlist warnings: nudity summary: taehyung encounters an issue in pursuit of his art degree, and you're able to be of assistance. notes: i had so much fun writing for artist!tae. have at it! :) *** collaboration info: come join us as we explore europe with BTS through fanfiction. our members chose an european location and a bts member/combo to adventure with, inspired by the group’s most recent extended time off. our fics range from fluff to smut, exploring our fantasies and ideations of what it would be like to travel with the boys. we invite you to go on this journey with us! fellow collaborators: smuttymess | som-siren | chaosbulldog navigation: jinkook on vacation (aperitivo) | masterlist

“Are you ready for this, Taehyungie?”

Taehyung lets you comb your fingers through his warm brown locks. He gives you a smile as you put his newsboy cap back on. You lean on his shoulder, looking out the small window of the airplane at the clouds that float by.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He sighs out. “I’m so nervous if I’m being honest.”

“Why? You’re brilliant, Tae,” You pick up your head to look up at him, and he’s looking down through his long lashes at his tangled fingers. “And no one can take that away from you.”

“The best artists in Rome got into the same Master’s program as I did.” You shrug, and you take one of his hands in yours. 

“That means you’re the best then, right? You’re all the way from Korea.” He lets out a little chuckle and squeezes your hand in relief. 

“I’m so glad you’re here. If only for a few days to see me off.” He rests his head on yours and focuses his attention out of the window as well.

You weren’t a couple, but the two of you were always like this. 

Close, but not too close. Love for each other, but not too much. Hugs and cuddles here and there, but not too many. 

Your friendship always toed the line --- and you couldn’t help but wonder if Taehyung knew about your true feelings for him --- but you didn’t want to mess up the long friendship between the two of you.

***

As you reach baggage claim, Taehyung spots a woman with a puppy and heads over to her —- pulling you right behind him.

The woman smiles as he pets the dog and moves its paws in the air. You cover your mouth and laugh.

“She seems to like your boyfriend a lot.” The woman looks at you, and you shake your head. 

“Excuse me? Oh! He’s not my boyfriend.” A surge of heat rises to your cheeks as the woman raises her eyebrows. She seems to think otherwise.

Taehyung was a beautiful human when he was like this: carefree and unrestrained. His eyes always lit up at anything smaller than him, and you always relished in seeing him smile. Taehyung endeared everyone in his path — even you — a lonely university student before you met him. He brought you into his eclectic circle of friends, and your life was never the same after that.

“Tae, we have to go — our bags are here.” You whisper as you tug at Taehyung’s wool coat to get away from the woman, before she insinuates anything else. 

Taehyung pays you no mind until you tug again. His eyes widen like saucers and then a pout takes over his face, but it makes you giggle.

“What? What’s so funny?” Taehyung asks, tagging along after you.

“Nothing.” You laugh as you pull him along.

***

“I’m so screwed.”

As you look up from your book, you pull your glasses off and look at Taehyung as he hangs his coat.

“What’s up Tae?” Taehyung lets out a deep sigh. He throws his backpack to the floor and sinks his head in his hands as he sits down next to you. He smooths his hands from his eyes to his chin.

“My professor wants me to deliver sketches and studies of the female form. By tomorrow.”

“Okay, so? What’s the big deal?” He turns his head to look at you. “It’s the study of the female form, so the model has to be nude when I draw them. This is college , so of course they’re not providing the model to students.”

“That’s it?” You ask as you laugh, closing your book.

“What Italian babe wouldn’t want to get naked for you?”

“Am I supposed to say: hey —- wanna get naked and model for me, random stranger?” You bowl over in laughter and Taehyung’s face gets dark. His meanest faces were still cute, and you laugh again at his expression.

Despite Taehyung’s modelesque looks, he had absolutely no game. Women and men were always throwing themselves at Taehyung, but he never had any idea on how to respond to the attention.

“You think that’s funny? It’s literally due tomorrow.” A hand comes up over your mouth as you stop mid-laugh, and Taehyung crosses his arms. He takes the pencil from his ear and drums it on his temple.

The room is silent for a few moments as the two of you think long and hard about a solution.

“I’m a woman, right? I can do it.” Taehyung shakes his head quickly. “Absolutely not. Hell no.”

“Am I not worthy to be your muse, Taehyungie?” Tae looks down at the floor and kicks an imaginary piece of dust around. 

“That’s not it at all.” You look at him, taking his hand. 

“Then what is it?” Taehyung looks back at you, and then quickly back to the ground.

“Uh, N-Nothing.” Your hand warms on his and he pulls away to rub his hands together.

“Then let me help you.” You move your body closer to Taehyung’s and he gets up. He paces around the room for a few moments before he puts his elbows over his forehead.

“I don’t think I have a choice, do I?” He sighs, looking over to you. 

“I guess you’re my model now.” Taehyung leans over the couch and hangs his head.

“Just say thank you next time.” You deliver a punch to his arm and he rubs the spot, smiling to himself.

***

“Are you ready, Tae?” You yell through the bathroom door. 

“Ready!” 

Your hair is freshly done, and a cream silk robe drapes over your naked body underneath. You twist up a stick of red lipstick and then apply it, as you look in the mirror one more time before you let out a deep breath.

You step out into the main room, and Taehyung motions for you to sit in a pearly white chaise lounge in the middle of the room. 

He doesn’t look at you at first, but as you sit down, his eyes grow wide and he stares at you for a moment. 

You swallow your nerves and tuck your hair behind your ear. 

You don’t think Taehyung’s ever seen you this done up, as he can’t seem to take his eyes from you. 

“Is there something I should be doing?” You say as you gain the strength to clear your throat. You then drum up the courage to meet your eyes with his. 

Taehyung visibly gulps before he speaks.

“Pose however you’d like, and then slip the robe off a little bit,” You nod and drape yourself over the chaise, your head hanging back over the arm of the chair. You pull the robe down to your shoulders, exposing your breasts --- but just covering your legs. 

It was always on your mind at how it would be the first time Taehyung saw you naked, but you never would've pictured this scenario. 

“How’s that?”

“Here let me help you.” Taehyung clutches the arms of his chair and then stands up to wipe his palms on his trousers. He moves over to you, and untucks your hair from your ear -- his fingers trembling.

“More like this.” His deep voice reverberates in your ear as he leans over you, and it causes your heart to race. 

That voice of his always did something to you, but today it was especially poignant. 

“You have to look in my direction.” He looks into your eyes to adjust your head for a second before he releases your chin. 

The two of you look at each other, but you lower your eyes from his intense gaze. 

It’s in that moment you realize Taehyung absolutely does have feelings for you. 

Your eyes follow his walk as he heads back to his seat.

***

Taehyung pulls his sketchbook and charcoal from the table, and the sound of the pencil scratching the paper starts to fill the room. You watch Taehyung’s eyes flick up and down to you as he works.

“Beautiful.” Taehyung whispers to himself as he sketches the curves of your form.

The electric exchange between your eyes continues on, and you can feel each of Taehyung’s gazes growing more intense. 

It almost seems as if they’re pooling with desire, but you look down quickly to shake your head.

Can’t be.

“You’re not supposed to move.” Taehyung chuckles. “Let’s take a break.” 

Taehyung moves to sit near you on the chaise, and shows you the page he’s been working on.

“Oh my god, Tae!” Taehyung looks at you with concern in his eyes. “Is it terrible?”

“No, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” You take the book from him and trace your fingers over the drawing in the air. Your eyes pool with tears a bit as you look down at yourself on the page.

Your fingers clutch the edges of the sketchbook, and you take a firm breath out.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, Tae.” 

Taehyung takes your chin in his soft fingers, and turns your face to face his. 

“I told you that you have to look at me.” Your breath hitches in your throat as you look into his eyes.

Taehyung tilts his head and places a velvety kiss on your lips.

“I know .” He pulls back to look at you. You gasp out and look at him, and he gives you a warm smile.

“You’re my muse. Always have been. I love you.” Taehyung pushes the hair out of your face, and brushes his thumbs over your cheeks. 

You look up at his glossy, vulnerable eyes and he presses his lips into yours again. 

“Love you too, Tae.” 

After a moment, you kiss him back and wrap your arms around his neck.

notes: hope you enjoyed this pure fluff! :) fellow collaborators: smuttymess | som-siren | chaosbulldog navigation: jinkook on vacation (aperitivo) | masterlist

[strawberrymiya]

GWSN reaction to the 8th member having stage fright

Requested, thank you so much! There was no preference for romantic or platonic, so I kept it platonic, I hope that's okay 💖

MIYA

The two of you had been casually talking in the waiting room; you found taking your mind off of going on stage helped make your nerves bearable. However, you saw concern rise on Miya’s face as you kept fumbling your words and physically shaking. Interrupting you to ask if you were alright, you told her about your nerves, trying to play them off, but Miya wasn’t one to let this go. She instantly put her arm around you in a tight side hug, squeezing you and assuring there was nothing for you to worry about; your fans already liked you, after all. From that day on, Miya always gave you a gesture of reassurance before you went on stage, and you were thankful to have an older sister figure in her.

SEOKYOUNG

You were sat alone in your thoughts - mulling over everything that could possibly go wrong in this performance - when you felt a hand fall on your shoulder. Startled, you looked up to see Seokyoung taking a seat next to you; she’d noticed you looking tense while she was getting her mic fitted and wanted to know if you were okay. Contemplating for a moment, you felt as if you trusted her enough to tell her how scared you were of being on stage, feeling tears sting your eyes as you failed to keep your composure. Seokyoung took your hand in a death grip, letting you lay your head on her shoulder as she calmed you and promising she was right there with you. She didn’t let go of your hand until you were on stage.

SEORYOUNG

This was routine to you now. Before your first ever busking performance pre-debut, you had confided in your leader about your stage fright, approaching her away from the other members as you felt embarrassed. Seoryoung immediately understood you, taking your hands in her own and encouraging you to take deep breaths, asking you to keep your mind on performing what you had practised and not the eyes staring at you. Your leader now made sure to do this with you before every performance, finding you backstage and simply asking you to take deep breaths, making sure that you knew she had every confidence in you.

ANNE

As you went through your usual pre-show bout of nerves, sat in the corner of the waiting room desperately analysing the choreography and planned camera angles from your earlier rehearsal footage, you couldn’t help but notice Anne observing you out the corner of your eye. You glanced up and met her gaze, but quickly looked back down as you saw the concern she wore on her face. You knew she must have gathered you were nervous. As you walked to the stage with your members, Anne placed a hand comfortingly on your arm, telling you she loved you and you were going to give a great performance. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, and you felt safe knowing she had your back.

MINJU

Minju was scarily intuitive; once she noticed you breathing heavily staring at the stage monitor, she was immediately at your side asking what was wrong. You shakily told her how much anxiety you were getting watching the audience filter in, the crowd looking larger than what you thought you could handle. Her hands gripped your shoulders, and she looked you straight in the eyes. She didn’t hesitate for a moment before telling you how amazing a performer she thought you were, and how much she loved your part of the song, and that the audience would too. She then began playing around, messing with Miya and making you laugh, easily taking your mind off the growing audience you would have to face.

SOSO

It just so happened that at your biggest performance venue yet, you were in makeup with Soso. Both of you were eerily quiet, the only voices coming from the makeup artists asking you to look up or down, until the girl in the chair next to you broke the silence by asking, “are you nervous?” You made eye contact with her, swallowing a lump in your throat before nodding. Soso looked back at the mirror, sighing and admitting she felt the same. After a moment, she stretched her hand out to you, gripping it tightly as you both promised to do this performance together, knowing you would both be fine as long as you had each other.

LENA

The panic suddenly crept up on you; you needed to get away from your members and staff. You ran into the bathroom, forgetting that Lena had previously gone in there herself. Cluttering into her, you apologised and tried to hide the fact you were hyperventilating, but Lena had noticed. She stilled you, worry in her voice as she asked what got you so panicked. The words spilled out of you in a rush, and you unloaded all your anxieties about being on stage to the maknae. She looked surprised, but instinctively made eye contact with you, getting you to breathe deeply with her. Once you had calmed, she assured you everything would be okay, hugging you tightly and reaffirming her faith in your performance ability.

MASTERLIST

[girls-scenarios]

No Worries

Idol: Anne (GWSN)

Prompt: What's up, Is it possible to write a scenario with Anne from GWSN, where her group meets her S/O who's a famous rapper from aomg? Please, Thanks if your able to!

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: The very first GWSN thing on this blog, I’m so excited! There aren’t many gifs for my girls yet but I’m sure that will change as they get more popular. Also, why am I posting this at like, 2am my time? Because I have a weird sleeping schedule after surgery please don’t judge me. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, and stan GWSN!

Today was the day. Finally, Anne was going to introduce you to her friends, and she could not be more nervous. Sighing, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Even though she knew most of them were dumb, she had a lot of worries. What if they didn’t like you? What if they got the wrong idea about you? What if you guys didn’t get along?

She squeezed her eyes shut and gently slapped her cheeks, telling herself to snap out of it. She knew you were nervous too, which was to be expected. Anyone would be nervous when meeting their girlfriend’s friends (or, in her case, the girls were more like her sisters). But you’d texted her the night before, reassuring her that everything would be okay. And deep down, she was sure it would go okay. She loved her bandmates, and she loved you, and she knew they would be happy for her. Still, she couldn’t help being a little bit nervous....

Her phone buzzed and she opened her eyes to a text from you on the screen.

Today’s the day! I have a question though.

She smiled and picked up her phone, fond as she typed back a reply.

I know! I’m trying not to be nervous lol. What is it?

You replied almost immediately.

Me too tbh, but let’s be positive! Anyway, I’m still working on something last minute and my manager will kill me if I don’t get it done. Do you guys want to meet me at my studio before we go get food? I don’t want to leave you guys hanging.

She thought for a moment, pretty sure that the girls wouldn’t mind dropping by the studio. Honestly, they’d probably be pretty excited to see the inside of AOMG.

Let me check and make sure but it shouldn’t be a problem.

As she was placing down her phone, there was a knock at her door and she looked up as Seoryoung opened the door.

“Are you ready?” One last look at her appearance and Anne nodded, looking back at her leader.

“I am. I have a quick question though.” Seoryoung raised her eyebrows, a clear sign for Anne to go ahead. “(Y/N) just sent me a text asking if we wanted to swing by their studio at AOMG before we go since they have to finish up a project they’re working on.”

“Sounds fine to me. Want me to check with the other girls?” Anne nodded and Seoryoung gave her a quick thumbs-up before disappearing again. Taking a deep breath, Anne picked up her phone and looked at it for a moment before slipping it into her pocket and grabbing the rest of her things. She could do this.

When she got into the living room area where the rest of the girls were waiting, SoSo hopped to her feet.

“Are we really going to AOMG?”

“If you guys are okay with it, yeah. We can look around a little while (Y/N) finishes up what they’re working on.”

“We’re good with it,” Seoryoung said with a smile. SoSo grinned and quickly checked her appearance one more time, obviously excited even as Lena laughed beside her.

“I’m honestly still surprised you’re really dating (Y/N). They seem too cool for you,” Minju said, and Anne chose to ignore her, focusing instead on Miya, who slipped her hand over Minju’s mouth to keep her from talking anymore as she looked at Anne.

“They’re sure it’s okay for us to be there?” Miya asked, seeming a bit nervous. “I mean, since we’re from a different company and all.” Anne nodded, quickly sending you back a text.

“It should be fine, otherwise (Y/N) wouldn’t have mentioned it.”

They’re okay with it! Is it okay if we head over now?

Yeah! My studio is on the second floor at the end of the hall, remember? I can’t wait to see you.

The fond smile made its way back onto her face, and Minju giggled.

“You’re so cute, unnie.”

“Oh, hush. Come on, let’s go ahead and get going.” Smiling, Seoryoung moved into the front, her arm looped loosely through Seokyoung’s as she led the girls out and away. Anne lingered at the back, eyes back on her phone.

I feel the same way.

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Even though Anne had been to your studio before, there was a certain amount of excitement that still came with walking through another company. Her bandmates had all fallen silent, taking in their surroundings with wide eyes as Anne took the lead.

It was probably her imagination, but the elevator seemed to take longer than usual that day. Still, soon enough she was walking down the hall towards your studio. When she reached the door, she stopped and quietly looked in the window. You were looking down as something, but you didn’t seem to be actively recording or anything so she raised her hand and knocked gently.

Immediately you were up and rushing over to open the door with a wide smile.

“Anne! I was just about to text you to see where you were.” Smiling, she reached out her hand and you took it, intertwining your fingers with hers affectionately.

“We’re here now,” she said, voice a little bit softer than it had been when she was talking to the girls earlier. “I hope we aren’t interrupting you or anything.” Quickly, you shook your head.

“No, no, I’m just finishing up some things. I have to send the songs I made out to the right people and finish an email but that’s all honestly. I finished up the last song a few minutes ago.” Then you turned to look at the rest of GWSN, who had been watching the exchange with silent smiles. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you all. Why don’t you come in? It’s small but we can make it work.” You stepped inside with Anne by you to let them in, and once everyone was inside, Anne cleared her throat.

“Let me introduce everyone. (Y/N), this is Miya unnie, Seokyoung unnie, Seoryoung, Minju, SoSo, and Lena. Everyone, this is my partner (Y/N).” You smiled and waved, and the rest of the girls smiled brightly back.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N),” Seoryoung said, stepping forward. “Take good care of our Anne, yeah?”

“I will, I promise.”

“Then we approve,” Seokyoung said, grinning and reaching forward to playfully ruffle Anne’s hair, making the younger girl whine.

“Don’t let us distract you from your work though,” Miya said, gesturing towards your still-open laptop. “We can wait while you finish.”

“Thank you, Miya,” you said, giving her a grateful smile. “Go ahead and make yourselves comfortable, I’ll be done soon.” The girls quickly pulled back towards the couch in the corner of the room, and you tugged Anne towards your desk, pointing out the extra chair. “Give me some strength?” Giggling, she followed you.

“Of course.”

“I still can’t believe they’re dating,” Minju muttered under her breath, looking at the wall with all your achievements displayed. “This is crazy.”

“They’re so obviously in love though,” Lena said, clasping her hands together and smiling. “It’s like something out of a drama.”

“It’s cute,” Miya said with a grin, sitting down on the couch and shooting Minju a look. “Be nice, Minju.”

“I’m always nice.”

“Sure.”

“I like (Y/N),” Seoryoung said suddenly. “I think they’re a really good fit for our Anne.” There was a quiet chorus of agreements from the other girls, and Anne knew that if she could hear them, you could hear them too.

Her theory was confirmed when you grabbed her hand again to give it a quick squeeze.

“See?” You said, voice quiet and eyes still on your laptop, but a smile on your lips. “I told you that I would all work out fine.” Smiling, she glanced back at her friends, who tried to look as innocent as possible.

“I guess we had nothing to worry about after all.”

“A love as strong as ours should never have to worry,” you said, and she looked back at you.

“You’re cheesy today.” Grinning, you turned away from your laptop and the email you’d just sent.

“Yeah, but it’s true. I love you.” She knew you did. Ignoring the fact that her friends would probably tease her later, she leaned over to press a quick kiss to your cheek.

“I love you too.”

[shyung-shoes]

ah sorry im doing this so late!!

but i was tagged by; @kyunsies

put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs! i used my kpop playlist to stay blog relevant :P

1) kind of cool- gwsn

2) i like that- sistar

3) dont wanna cry- seventeen

4) singing in the rain- loona (jinsoul)

5) swimming fool- seventeen

6) love scenario- ikon

7) spark- taeyeon

8) summer 127- nct 127

9) black and blue- a.c.e

10) be myself- apink

ahh im not super sure who to tag so if you see this and wanna do it, say i tagged you!

[kpopidolsfashion]