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steddieas-shegoes · 8 months ago

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pop goes metal

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'alternate universe'

rated t | 964 words | cw: language | tags: famous corroded coffin, pop star steve harrington, flirting, getting together

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"No fuckin' way are we working with him," Eddie argues with their manager. "You're always so worried about our image and then you go and have us doing a song with a fuckin' pop artist?"

The manager, Anthony, rolls his eyes. "It'll broaden your fanbase. You know who spends money on shit? Women. You know who likes Steve Harrington? Women."

"Does he even write his own shit?" Gareth asks.

"Does it matter?" Eddie turned to him with a glare. "Even if he writes it, it's not our style."

"Maybe we could at least hear what he's trying to work with us on?" Jeff, always the calming presence, asked towards Anthony.

"He sent over a sample before we sign any agreements."

Eddie sat down in the chair furthest from everyone else, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Now, this isn't an official recording. Just what he did on his phone on his tour bus with his acoustic guitar. He arranged the bass already for Frankie, too, but said he's open to whatever Gareth feels is right for the drums." Anthony pressed play on his phone and the room was filled with strumming and a surprisingly raspy voice singing what was clearly a chorus.

Eddie could pretend he hated it, and maybe the guys would agree with him and they'd never have to speak of this again.

He couldn't hide his reaction fast enough, though.

His jaw dropped as he listened to the lyrics, surprised to find that they weren't just about going to a club and dancing or being in love.

Steve's voice broke at the end before there was shuffling and the recording stopped.

Eddie felt everyone's eyes on him. He closed his mouth and looked down at the floor, tapping his fingers against his arm.

"It's not bad," he finally said. "Not sure why he needs us, though."

"Apparently, his brother is a huge fan of you and suggested he try to work with you."

"I think we should do it." Jeff said, a note of finality in his tone that Eddie knew he wouldn't try arguing with.

"Yeah, can't hurt." Frankie shrugged.

"If he's giving me creative freedom on the drums, how can I say no?" Gareth smirked.

"Guess we're working with the pop diva, then."

****

Steve Harrington was nothing like what they expected.

He showed up to their studio in sweats and glasses, holding a tablet and a bottle of Tylenol. They started to introduce themselves as he found a spot on the couch.

"I'm really glad you guys were willing to work with me," he said after he shook everyone's hand.

Eddie stared.

"My uh, my brother, Dustin, he's kinda why I wrote this song and I know it means a lot that you agreed to be on it," Steve continued. "So, thanks. Hopefully it doesn't ruin your vibes or anything."

Eddie felt every wall he built crumbling with every word Steve spoke. God dammit, this man just had to be sincere and hot and talented, didn't he?

"Nah, we're gonna sound great together." Eddie smiled at Steve's wide-eyed look. "You wanna show us the whole song?"

Steve nodded, pulling something up on his phone. Another recording, this one more professional and included an electric guitar.

"Robin was the stand in for the electric while I did bass."

"So you can play bass?" Frankie asked, leaning in.

"Yeah, but my preferred instrument is piano. I just don't do a lot of slow songs. Guitar is what gets the women interested, or so they tell me," Steve smiled awkwardly. "But feel free to change some things up. I'm totally open to suggestions."

But really, it was damn near perfect as it was. Frankie made one tweak during the bridge, but Steve ended up loving it more than the original and told him so with a grin.

"You're a fuckin' genius!" He exclaimed.

Gareth started messing around on the drums while Steve and Eddie worked on the first couple of lines.

"Something still doesn't feel right," Steve mentioned.

"Maybe we change the rhyming pattern?" Eddie suggested. "You've got ABAB. Might work better to do AABB. Some of these words can be moved around to make that work."

Steve stared at the notes app for a moment, then looked back up at Eddie, beaming smile making his eyes squint.

"I could kiss you!" He shouted. As soon as he realized what he said, he blushed, looking back down at the phone. "I mean, thanks. That's a great suggestion."

Eddie searched Steve's face, coming to the conclusion that there was probably a good reason why Steve didn't care about what women liked when it came to his music.

"I have a pretty strict rule about kissing people I work with," Eddie said slowly, quietly so they wouldn't be overheard.

"Yeah, no, that makes sense. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or-"

"But we won't be working with each other for long, right?" Eddie continued, letting his hand rest on Steve's thigh. God, he was muscular.

"Um. No I guess not."

"Rain check, then. Until we've finished our professional relationship." Eddie couldn't believe he was suggesting this. Showing interest in a pop star. What's next? Dating one? Marrying one?

"Are you saying you wanna kiss me, Munson?" Steve suddenly sounded more confident.

"I'm saying we've got work to do before I can get my hands on you." Eddie tapped his thigh before pulling away. "So let's get to it."

"Dude! I got it!" Gareth yelled, interrupting their moment.

"Be right there!" Steve yelled back, not looking away from Eddie. "Might break a record for fastest recording time ever just so I can kiss you," Steve added quietly to Eddie before standing and walking over to Gareth.

"Well, fuck." Eddie sighed, smiling to himself.

#corroded coffin #corrodedcoffinfest #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #jeff stranger things #gareth stranger things #unnamed freak stranger things #stranger things #rock star eddie munson #pop star steve harrington

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littleprinces · 4 months ago

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Day 29: BWC

Dayeon x OC

Kinkvember Day 29

Dayeon, the lead vocalist of the popular K-pop girl group "Kep1er" was no stranger to the spotlight. With her captivating voice and stunning visuals, she had a massive fanbase worldwide. Today, however, she was not on stage but rather enjoying a quiet afternoon in a quaint café in Seoul. She was sipping her latte, watching the world outside through the window, when she noticed him. A tall, muscular American man with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was new to the city, and his eyes scanned the café with curiosity. Dayeon couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

"Excuse me," Dayeon said, standing up and walking toward him. "Are you new here?"

He turned to her, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Yes, I am. Just moved from New York. You're Dayeon, right? From Kep1er?"

Dayeon nodded, surprised. "Yes, that's me. And you are?"

"Jake," he introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, Dayeon."

A few days later, they met again at a local art gallery. Jake had a keen interest in art, and Dayeon found it fascinating to learn about his perspectives on various paintings and sculptures. As they strolled through the gallery, their hands brushed against each other, and Dayeon felt a spark.

"You have very soft hands," Jake commented, his voice low. "It's unusual for someone so famous to be so... touchable."

Dayeon smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm glad you think so. Not many people get to see this side of me."

Their conversations grew deeper and more intimate over the following weeks. They shared stories, dreams, and fears. One evening, as they sat in Jake's apartment, Dayeon noticed the tension between them. She could see the desire in his eyes, and it mirrored her own feelings.

"Jake," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I want you."

Jake leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. It deepened, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Dayeon moaned softly, her hands running through his short blonde hair.

"You're so beautiful, Dayeon," Jake whispered against her lips. "I've been wanting to do this since the first moment I saw you."

Dayeon led him to the bedroom, her heart pounding with anticipation. She started undressing him, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest. Jake, in turn, unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. He took a step back to admire her in her lacy black bra and thong.

"God, you're perfect," he murmured, his eyes drinking her in.

Dayeon smiled, her confidence growing. "And you're so big," she said, her gaze dropping to his bulge.

Jake chuckled, stepping closer to her. "Is that right?"

Dayeon nodded, her fingers reaching for his belt. "Let me see."

She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, revealing his large, thick cock. Dayeon gasped, her eyes widening. "Wow," she breathed. "That's big."

Jake laughed, his cock twitching in response to her words. "And you're about to find out just how big."

Dayeon knelt down, her hand wrapping around his shaft. She licked the tip, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered there. Jake groaned, his hands going to her hair.

"Fuck, Dayeon," he moaned. "That feels so good."

She took him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. Jake watched her, his breath coming in short gasps. "You look so hot doing that," he said, his voice strained. "But I want to fuck you. I want to feel your pussy around my cock."

Dayeon stood up, her lips glistening with his precum. "I want that too," she said, her voice husky.

Jake picked her up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, his body covering hers. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body. He sucked on her neck, making her squirm with pleasure.

"You taste so good," he murmured against her skin.

He moved down her body, his tongue tracing her collarbone, her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. Dayeon moaned, her hands gripping the sheets.

"Yes," she gasped. "More."

Jake moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. He then continued his journey down her stomach, his fingers hooking into her thong and pulling it off. He spread her legs, his eyes taking in her glistening pussy.

"Beautiful," he said, his voice hoarse.

He leaned in, his tongue licking her from her entrance to her clit. Dayeon cried out, her hips bucking. Jake repeated the motion, his tongue circling her clit before dipping back into her pussy.

"Oh god, Jake," Dayeon moaned. "That feels so good."

Jake continued to lick and suck her, his fingers joining in. He slipped two fingers into her, curling them to hit her G-spot. Dayeon screamed, her orgasm crashing over her.

"Fuck, Jake," she panted. "I need your cock inside me."

Jake smiled, his cock throbbing with need. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cockhead nudging her. Dayeon bit her lip, her eyes meeting his.

"Are you ready for this, Dayeon?" Jake asked, his voice low.

Dayeon nodded, her breath hitching. "Yes," she said. "I'm ready."

Jake pushed into her, his cock stretching her. Dayeon moaned, her hands going to his hips. "Ouch, yes," she said. "You're so big."

Jake grinned, his cock pulsing inside her. "And you feel so tight."

He started moving, his cock sliding in and out of her. Dayeon met his thrusts, her body moving in sync with his. Their moans filled the room, their bodies slapping together.

"Yes, Jake," Dayeon panted. "Faster."

Jake complied, his pace quickening. He leaned down, his lips meeting hers. They kissed deeply, their tongues clashing. Dayeon's nails dug into his back, her body tensing.

"I'm close," she gasped.

"Me too," Jake groaned. "Come with me, Dayeon."

He thrust into her harder, faster. Dayeon screamed, her orgasm ripping through her. Jake followed, his cock pulsing inside her as he came.

"Fuck, Dayeon," he panted, his forehead resting on hers. "That was incredible."

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined. Then, Jake rolled off her, his cock slipping out of her. Dayeon smiled, her fingers tracing his chest.

"That was amazing," she said. "I want to do it again."

Jake laughed, his arms wrapping around her. "Any time you want, Dayeon. Any time you want."

#girl group smut #female idol smut #kpop x reader #kpop smut #kep1er smut #dayeon smut

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yumenari · 1 year ago

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VIL IS WINNING OKAY THAT'S SURPRISING.... *runs to change the number of charms I was gonna order of him*

Hello people of tumblr I'm doing market analysis for merch purposes !!

sorry that you can't vote various, you gotta make a choice... 😞 buuut you can always reblog or comment and say various characters!!! Non housewardens welcomed as well 👀 (I just didn't want to type all of them tbh jafdjhdj)

#kalim is loosing if you wanna know 💔#i do get it... bc jamil is more popular...#it's okay kalim I love you very much #azul idia and mall are tied rn I'm surprised too 🫡#mall ofc is a popular guy and I'd never underestimate azul fans #but idia being there too is surprising !#well i don't move around the idia fanbase so maybe it's actually not haha

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endearing-dalliance · 3 months ago

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Just like Piltover, Arcane's beauty hides its fundamental problems. Its ableist, antisemetic, acephobic, classist, and worst of all, it doesn't initially seem that way.

Firstly, I want to say that this post and my problem with all of this is due to the real-life references, biases, and viewpoints of the team people who created the show, made the design decisions, wrote the scripts, and continue to defend what many have pointed out are genuine problems in their stories and characters. This nothing to do with the VAs, individual animators, supporting crew, or even the characters themselves. I'm genuinely heartbroken for all those people who proudly worked on the show, did their parts beautifully, supported the viewers, and are met with a fanbase disappointed, hurt, and angry about something completely out of their control.

I wrote up a different post about Piltover vs Zaun in the original lore and how that version is such a different situation than we we got.

Despite everything they did to make the Arcane undercity/Zaun this horrible place, they keep referencing the positives of LoL Zaun (an equal and respected society) and attributing them to Arcane Zaun. All of this is straight from the AoA:

"When you look closely, Piltover and Zaun are not entirely dissimilar" (y'all literally designed them as polar opposites)

Zaun is a refuge for outcasts who don't have a home, and there is the thrilling sense that anything is possible. So pretty much the exact opposite of what Vi was trying to show Cait?

In Piltover everything is heavily regulated; Zaun is wild and more pure meritocracy. "its is not completely lawless, though there are some issues with the mob." That's certainly one way to put it.

Zaunites "make magic out of nothing. nothing is precious, everything can be recycled and be reworked to make it better" I'm sure it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that people can't afford to replace things when they break. Nope. Completely plausible reasoning. No real life parallel at all.

One example of innovation is a jeweler from Zaun who makes unique gothic work. Not only did they never showed us this side of the undercity, I maintain NOBODY in Piltover is putting on a gas mask to go jewelry shopping in a slum.

"Even though they were oppressed, they can innovate in ways Topside can't. Like well let's take this freedom we have because they don't care about us, and use it to find beauty and innovation. That's where Ekko's little conclave came in." Did they forget the literal orphans he rescued from those "shady streets"? What were they free from, their parents? Cause Piltover's enforcers seem to kill a lot of those despite "not caring". This is straight from Ekko's LoL lore where he spent his days being a kid running around with the Lost Children and inventing for fun. Arcane Ekko got Misfit Toys as an intro song. The Firelights were called a gang. These are not happy, healthy kids enjoying their world. They're vigilantes taking care of other kids who have nobody else.

"Ekko emerged as one of the unlikely heroes of the show, rising to meet tough, sometimes heartwrenching challenges, and becoming a charismatic and beloved leader" His LoL lore is that of a self-educated genius described as "The Hero of Zaun's Youth". Beloved pretty firmly established already. Also charismatic...are we really not past the point where its not supposed to be a shock that a black guy can be articulate?

Sevika's arm is specifically described as "flamboyant", which was the same word used to describe Piltover's augments

This gave me the vibe that they were trying to glorify or romanticize Zaunites' suffering and environment, but on further reflection I think that's giving them way too much credit. Christian's reply below makes it pretty clear he doesn't understand his own story, and Alex's indicates they weren't even trying to tell it and are surprised by this interpretation. Because to them, the Zaunites were the bad guys all along.

(Cool cool name one team member who has personal experience with living in under an oppressive ruling class that is either ignores their suffering or actively worsens it. I'll wait.)

Also, I think its very telling that a cocreator admits to having difficulty distinguishing between a group of systemically abused people fighting for their right to live on their own terms and people breaking the law because want power and influence and money. I don't think Peaky Blinders and the French and American Revolution (among others) are really compatible stories.

"It was an impossible pipe dream if you ask me." Well then. All the nations that successfully rose up and freed themselves from their oppressive overlords were just flukes I guess. Also I'm not sure how they managed to figure out the alien invasion lack of relatability and not realize that's basically what they ended up with. Also, the fact that they keep framing it as a civil war rather than a revolutionary one is mindbogglingly out of touch.

So they were trying to comment on the two party system, but also the point wasn't to comment on the real world. They wanted to show the widening wealth gap in a "fun way", but also that's not what they were shooting for. Over and over we've heard about how the show is about duality, the struggle of Jinx and Vi and the struggle of the two cities. If they didn't want to comment on the real world, didn't know enough about politics to even realize what they were doing or what message they sent, DON'T MAKE A $250 MILLION STORY ABOUT IT. Thanks to their contributions, we now have a story about two girls brutally traumatized by their environment enveloped in a pro-oppressor, forgive your abusers theme. Well I aint forgiving any of this.

I get the idea of "show, not tell", but some things do need to be explicitly told. Oppression is objectively wrong no matter who the oppressed are should not be left up to interpretation. Its not the viewers' job to piece together that Zaun's problems are ultimately caused by Piltover, especially since what they are shown is that death of a child makes the world a better place. Not once in 18 episodes do they ever explicitly condemn Piltover. Not once did they validate Zaun's right to independence. We got "forgiveness" (forgiving your abusers? great message) and "finding your way back to each other" (which none of the duos actually did. They're all "dead"). And my personal favorite, the important lesson that asexual people do not have happy, healthy, nonplatonic relationships, so TAKE THAT JAYVIK SHIPPERS.

Since they ended Arcane with a reference to a Japanese proverb, in the spirit of duality I'm ending with a quote by someone who actually has personal experience on the subject:

“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor."- Desmond Tutu

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saebyeokbliss · 2 months ago

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trust me on this one. professor!saebyeok/reader

PICTURE YOU

synopsis: sae-byeok is your professor. what happens when the professional, incredibly attractive teacher you've been pining over in secret reciprocates? warnings: teacher/student romantic relationship, tiny angst if you squint

pairing: professor!sae-byeok x fem!student!reader

a/n: oh i trusted and did it. now I'm obsessed

Sae-byeok is a young, brilliant professor at Seoul National University (SNU), teaching Comparative Politics with a focus on global systems of inequality and power dynamics.

Her reputation precedes her: she’s strict but fair, incredibly sharp, and always composed. She’s also insanely beautiful, which has earned her a quiet fanbase of admirers on campus.

You’re a second-year student majoring in Political Science who signed up for her class because of her stellar reputation.

You didn’t expect her to be… this. The first time she walked into the lecture hall, her presence was magnetic. She was all sharp cheekbones, dark, intense eyes, and a voice that commanded attention.

You’re sitting in the middle row, trying to be invisible, but Professor Kang Sae-byeok’s eyes scan the room like a hawk. Despite yourself, you can’t help but be drawn to the way she carries herself—calm authority in every step.

During one of her lectures, she asks a question about the intersection of political theory and economic disparity. You hesitantly raise your hand, and to your surprise, she seems genuinely interested in your answer.

After class, she stops you briefly. “That was a good point,” she says, her voice soft but firm. “You should speak up more often.”

You start attending her office hours to ask about assignments, but it becomes clear that the two of you share a love for deep philosophical debates. Conversations flow effortlessly, and you begin to see glimpses of the person behind the professional exterior.

Sae-byeok is reserved, but the way her lips twitch into the smallest smile when you say something clever sends your heart racing.

One day, you run into her outside campus—she’s at a bookstore downtown, flipping through a thick hardcover. She looks surprised to see you but doesn’t brush you off. Instead, she spends a few minutes talking about her favorite authors. You leave the encounter feeling giddy, clutching the book she recommended.

There’s also the time you bump into her in the hallway, and she catches your arm to steady you. It’s nothing, really, but her hand lingers for just a second too long.

You start noticing the way her gaze lingers on you in class, just for a moment longer than anyone else.

She always finds a way to give you thoughtful feedback on your work, and it feels more personal than it should.

It happens late one evening, after you’ve stayed behind to help her organize papers for a conference she’s attending. The room is quiet, the golden glow of the desk lamp casting soft shadows.

“You shouldn’t spend so much time here,” she says, her tone gentle but strained. “People will talk.”

You hesitate before replying. “And if I don’t care about what they say?”

She looks at you then, really looks at you, and for the first time, her composure cracks. “You don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“I do,” you insist, stepping closer. “I think about you all the time, Professor Kang.”

For a moment, there’s only silence. Then, quietly, she admits, “You think I don’t feel the same?”

From that night on, everything changes. You and Sae-byeok begin seeing each other in secret.

She’s cautious, always reminding you of the risks—her career, your future—but she can’t seem to stay away from you.

Late-night study sessions in her office turn into stolen kisses. You text each other under the guise of “academic discussions,” but the messages are laced with longing.

On weekends, she takes you to quiet, out-of-the-way places where no one would recognize her.

Sae-byeok struggles with the morality of it all. She’s your professor, after all, and the power dynamic weighs heavily on her mind.

“You deserve someone who can love you freely,” she says one night, her voice breaking. “Not someone who has to hide you.”

But you refuse to let her go. “I don’t care about any of that. I just want you.”

Eventually, you both agree to keep things discreet until you’re no longer in her class.

The secrecy is thrilling but also exhausting, and it tests your relationship in ways you didn’t expect.

When the semester ends, and you’re no longer her student, she finally lets herself love you without restraint. The first time she takes your hand in public, you feel like you’re floating.

It’s a rainy night, and you’re at her apartment, sitting cross-legged on the couch while she grades papers. The sound of the rain against the windows fills the space, and she looks impossibly soft without her usual professional armor—her hair tied back loosely, reading glasses perched on her nose.

“You’re staring,” she says without looking up, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

“Well, what can I say?” you reply, and she finally glances at you, her eyes warm in a way that makes your chest ache.

Sae-byeok sets the papers aside and leans over, cupping your face in her hands. “You’re impossible,” she murmurs, but the way she kisses you says otherwise.

#angst #sae byeok #saebyeok x reader #squid game #squidgameseasonone #wlw fiction #kang sae byeok x reader #professor x student #fanfic #wuh luh wuh

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ihavethedreamies · 6 months ago

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Versace Royal | Hyunjin [NSFW]

Hwang Hyunjin - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.2k

Pairing: Idol! Hyunjin x Idol! Older! AFAB! Reader

Genre: Request, Idolverse, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Shower Sex, Unprotected Sex (Not Recommended)

Summary: Hyunjin and you are both international ambassadors for Versace and the rumors are put to rest when you announce you are both officially dating at a Versace event.

Author's Note: Got a request for this! I'm so happy that one of you liked my stuff enough to want me to write something for you!

Also I am working on the historical AU still, but I'm low-key working for my uncle doing something so...

P.S. I would have had this done and up earlier today, but I had to watch the Chiefs game even though I only watch for Pacheco (#10) and he got a broken leg.

Also, Winwin is in this! Just briefly, I like to wiggle him in where I can.

Revised (1/31/25) - I forgot to change the name to (Y/N), so I fixed it!

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! Share, even if its to the other sites! Let me know if you want to be on the taglist!

"Shit," you grumble to yourself, looking in the mirror and scrubbing over your tooth with your finger to get the lipstick stain off.

"Here." Your stylist shuffles over to fix the error and as you hold still for her, your eyes flit over to Hyunjin. He is sitting in an armchair of the dressing room you two had been assigned, scribbling on his tablet. He doesn't have the jacket of his outfit on yet, sitting in just his tank top. Your eyes can't help but trace over his exposed arms, then back up to the slight furrow of his brow, the frown marring his beautiful face. Your stylist pulls back, and she helps you get the dress you are to wear over the full-piece shapewear you have on.

"You don't need this you know," your stylist whispers and you shrug.

"I just wear it like a slip, I can't risk someone else trying to shoot up my skirt again." You look at yourself in the mirror, not really loving your hair. It’s pulled back into a tight low ponytail, and it makes your facial features look too harsh.

"Sorry," the other woman whispers as she touches up your makeup. Your eyes flit to Hyunjin again, his hair slicked back in a similar manner, but it looks good on him.

"Uh." His voice brings your attention back to him from your reflection in the mirror, a ding coming from his tablet.

"What?" You don't bother hiding the apprehension in your voice.

"People already know we're here together." He sighs and you roll your eyes, so hard you worry you messed up your mascara.

"Not too surprising, we were on the same plane." You shake your head and when it’s determined you are ready, the stylist moves on to Hyunjin.

"I don't wanna~" He whines, begrudgingly getting up from the armchair to sit at the vanity. As he shuffles toward you, you smile at his bored look.

"Hold on." He pauses you and so you halt, and he brushes something off the shoulders of your dress, then runs his hand over your smoothed hair.

"Careful, someone might think we're dating." You try to hide your smile.

"We are dating." His deadpan tone nearly makes you ruin your lipstick, but you halt your mouth before you stick your tongue out like you had planned. Taking his place in the armchair, you can't help but glance at his still-on tablet. The article is open, and the title makes you sigh.

"The Prince and Princess of Versace?" It seems the name has left the K-Fanbase and spread to the international fashion press. It makes you two seem more like brother and sister if you are the 'heirs' of Versace though. The article is topped with a picture of both of you with Donatella, but you two aren't in matching clothes in that one like you will be today. Clicking your tongue, you grab the device and are about to look and see if there are any more articles, but you notice his drawing app open. Looking up at him glaring at himself in the mirror, setting his intense expression for the night, you open it, the image making you coo.

"You're drawing me?" You laugh at the glare he sends to you then.

"I always draw you." Hyunjin huffs and you giggle, wiggling in your chair and continuing to look at the news. Finding another article along the same lines, you drift down to the comments, and your heart falls. Not only are there a bunch of his fans bashing you for what seems like just standing next to him, even your fans are being mean too.

'He doesn't deserve her. She should date an actor.'

'He's the tallest in SKZ, but she still doesn't have to wear heels with him.'

'There's tons of other celebs and models there she could get, why go for another idol? Take some steps up girl.'

"I'm suing." You sneer.

"Stop reading comments." Your boyfriend scolds and you sniff but relent.

"Don't wrinkle that, please, (Y/N)." The stylist then scolds you as well and you adjust your posture. A knock on the door prompts a grunt from the man and a hum from you and his manager pokes his head in the room.

"Donatella wants a photoshoot before the event." He announces and you sigh. Makes sense. Your stylist hurries up her task and you help her adjust and tweak Hyunjin's outfit once he gets it on.

"Careful, people might think you like me or something." He teases you and you pinch him through the fabric of his tank top, and he yelps, making you giggle.

"Well, maybe I do…"

"Don't kiss him!" the stylist snaps and you halt. Yeah, red on his mouth would be a little too obvious, and she would have to fix both of yours makeup as well.

"If some influencer tries to flirt with you, I'm going to scream," he grumbles, his face still close to yours, also a bit cranky he can't kiss you.

"Same. But we just pretend I don't know English," you shrug playfully.

"You spoke with Donatella in English in the last video, good luck with that." You swear under your breath, finally letting go of his jacket, its gold and black fabric matching your dress. Moving to go around him and start to leave the dressing room, he grabs your wrist, pulling you back to him.

"No, no, come here one sec." He hauls you even closer, pressing you to him, nose barely grazing yours. His eyes meet yours and the sharp look makes you swallow hard, and the corner of his mouth twitches before he controls it.

"Don't fucking wrinkle it!" The stylist more or less pulls him away from you and runs her hands over both of your garments to make sure they are fine.

"Go, and don't stop in a closet on the way!" She shoves you both out to be led away by your managers.

~θωθ~

"Can you put and rest your arm on her shoulder, like with your elbow bent?" The shoot director motions and Hyunjin follows suit, his forearm laying on your shoulder.

"Good!" You’re glad that modeling shoots don't want you to smile like all the pictures your mother takes when you go home for Chuseok. Having him lean a bit on you makes it harder to balance your own pose, legs crossed, all weight laying on one leg. You are in short heels, but they are still thin, and it makes it harder to stay steady.

"Careful." Hyunjin whispers in your ear, feeling your body shake a bit and he relaxes the pressure he is putting on you. You both follow the prompts of the director while the photographer continues shooting.

"What if we go with the prince and princess idea?" Your eyes flit to Donatella, urging her with your gaze to shut up. She smiles playfully and your nose twitches.

"Like?"

"Get that chair, no, the fancy one!" The designer herself motions, and some staff start to move in a black velvet chair, and she comes onto the set. She sits in the chair and then the director gets the hint. You’re both directed to stand behind and to the side of the chair, your hands on the back, postures straight. Just like the heirs to a queen.

"You saw that article?" You ask her when the shoot is done, and she smiles.

"Let's get going to the event now, I can be late but you two can't." She leaves to attend to who-knows-what and you give Hyunjin a look and he huffs a laugh.

"(Y/N), Hyunjin." Your manager waves you over, his is on the phone.

"What?" He spoke in a hushed tone, so you do too.

"The company wants you to announce your relationship tonight. They want to get ahead of the rumors."

"Tonight?" You hiss. There is no time to prepare, and the comments are already tearing both of you to shreds. The older man shrugs and finally Hyunjin's manager gets off the phone.

"We're going to work with a few reporters that are here for Korean magazines, and they'll do a more or less scripted interview quickly and that'll be it." The other manager informs, and you nod, feeling a bit less nervous. You look at your boyfriend then and he doesn't look fazed.

"What?" You are still whispering.

"Maybe then guys will leave you be?" He is obviously still upset about the influencer that was flirting with you at the last event.

"Are you intimidated by a TikTok model?"

"No, but that doesn't mean I like them trying to get you back to their hotel room." He is talking a little louder than you really wish for him to be, but he is using Korean so…

“You’re getting me back to your hotel room, though~?” You send him a coy look and he rolls his eyes.

“No, we’re going separately, then using the little door that’s in between them.” He wiggles his finger back and forth and you exhale a laugh.

“Let’s just go to the red carpet…shoot…place.” What do you call a red carpet that has no carpet, let alone a red one?

~ò3ó~

You wait to go up to get your photo taken at the Versace logo wall set up outside the runway hall, taking the chance to look around at who else is there. You recognize only a few people, and your heart sinks a little not seeing a very familiar face.

"I thought Sicheng said he's done Versace shows before…" You click your tongue crankily, thinking a group of three is better than just you two. Especially since Winwin is already a friend.

"(Y/N)." Hyunjin's voice catches your attention, and you stride forward to join him at the logo. The official and press photographers take a few pics and then Hyunjin moves on so you can do the solo shots.

"They could've put her in something shorter…" You hear a voice murmur from the next spot in line and you shoot a side glance over to look. Some guys with too-chiseled features and too-greasy hair. Just pretend you don't know English… Just because your last interview with the designer herself was in English doesn't mean everyone has seen it. They’re probably famous or something, but they aren't even in Versace, so they are just guests or the like. After the photographers thank you, you nod a bow and move on, trying not to dash over to your boyfriend.

"Stupid dudebros." You huff, adjusting your ponytail back behind you instead of over your shoulder.

"How old are you, noona?" Hyunjin teases, and you shoot him a look that makes him laugh.

"I'm only a few years older, shut up." You told him not to call you that after you started dating since the other boys, but Chan and Minho, do as well.

"What'd they say?"

"They thought my dress could be shorter."

"Surprised they weren't wanting to see your tits."

"What tits?" You huff, starting to lead him toward the actual runway hall, and he scoffs.

"Just cuz' you're not stacked like Jihyo-noona doesn't mean you have no boobs." He sniffs and you shake your head, finding your designated seats at the side of the runway and sitting down. You adjust your dress and set the bag they gave you along with it in your lap, crossing your ankles to the side. Every time you sit like that you think of the Princess Diaries movie.

"You would know."

"I would know."

"Do you have any idea what the reporters will ask?" You move on, still speaking quietly despite using a language most people likely do not know.

"No." He shoots you a soft glance, "don't worry, we'll handle it together."

Through the fashion show, you try to look genuinely interested, brain still looping on the press interview later.

"Stop looping." Hyunjin bumps you with his elbow as there is a gap between models. You take a deep breath and then let it out, genuinely noting the fabric of the purple dress the next model has on.

~σ×σ~

"You're shaking." Hyunjin wants to just wrap his arm around you, or hug you, he can tell you’re getting anxious. Normally press interviews are fine, but you’re normally with your group, and you aren't the leader, just the eldest…

"I know." You desperately want to bite your thumbnail, that at least eases the strain on your teeth of your clenched jaw. But you have fake nails on and can't ruin them. You two are waiting for the specified reporters to show up and you want to bury and hide in his chest but can't. Even after the announcement you can't, it is too brazen of an act. Like it is muscle memory, when the press shows up, your shaking stops, and you adopt a more even facial expression.

"(Y/N), how do you feel about being called the Versace Princess?" First question. Of course. Your manager gets a look, and he shrinks a bit, and you put on a practiced smile.

"I can't complain being called a Princess." Good.

"Hyunjin?" Same thing.

"Not the first time I've been called a prince."

"You two are matching today, did you know you would be?" The reporter is still looking at him.

"Yes, but I think five other people have the same pattern on." He jokes.

“(Y/N), what is your favorite piece in the show?" A new reporter. You both answer a few more fashion-focused questions for the fashion magazine reporters, then you finally get the first nail-biter.

"There have been rumors going around for a while that you two are dating. Is there any merit?" You look at your manager and he nods.

"Well…maybe," you smile softly, looking down as Hyunjin steps a bit closer.

"We think coming with matching outfits makes that a bit obvious," your boyfriend adds, and the flashes from the cameras increase, drawing even more eyes toward you.

"So, you two are dating?" Deep breaths.

"Yes." The reporters start murmuring, and you believed they knew beforehand, but they clearly didn't. Some are already typing on their phones, and you swallow hard.

"Okay, if there are any more questions, they can be referred to JYP Entertainment." Your managers step in and motion for you two to sneak off and head toward the after party that is in the next building over.

~@u@~

"Oh, thank you." You gratefully take the glass of champagne from the waiter who immediately comes over as you both enter the building for the after party. Hyunjin takes one as well, and you take a sip, then grimace at the taste.

"You've never liked wine." Hyunjin huffs a laugh, and you sneer at him before downing the rest. You set the empty glass on another waiter's tray as he passes and head straight for the food.

"These portions are too small." You grumble, not even knowing what most of the little appetizers are.

"Don't eat that one." Hyunjin stops you, mouth full of something, before you grab what looks like a little sandwich.

"Why?"

"It's not good." He shakes his head, and you end up just grabbing what you hope is a cookie. It tastes like one anyway.

"There you two are!" Donatella's voice catches both of your attention, and you feel immediately calmer with her there.

"So, it’s official? Everyone knows now?"

"You knew we were dating before?" Hyunjin asks her, and she gives him a bored look.

"I just wish we didn't have to be the ones to announce it." You shake your head, looking around nervously.

"Keep an eye on her, some of the guests have been saying some…unsavory things." The designer warns, and you shake your head as she moves on to mingle more. At the last event, there were a bunch of horny internet celebrities, and it seems they are present today as well.

"Hyunjin!" Your boyfriend's manager calls to him, waving for him to come over.

"(Y/N), stay there, it would be suspicious if you both went missing." He tells you and you freeze in place. Watching them leave with wide eyes, you huddle closer to the food table, hoping to appear invisible.

"So, you're a K-pop girl or something right?" You flinch, turning to look at who approached. You can't place his accent, and you have no idea who he is to go off of that.

"Uh, yes. You are…?" You really want a drink but there is only champagne and wine. He tells you his name and when no recognition passes over your face, he scoffs slightly but readopts his ‘charming’ expression.

"So, you know Blackpink?" You try not to roll your eyes, watching him pick something to eat. His suit looks too small for him, and he has an arrogant aura. He crooks an eyebrow with a smolder, and you force a smile.

"Um, no. I don't."

"BTS though, right?"

"Um, no."

"Isn't your friend in BTS?" He motions vaguely to the side and your brow twitches in annoyance.

"No, he's in the group Stray Kids."

"They were at Coachella." He points to you like he figures it out, smirking around his sip of champagne.

"No. That was ATEEZ." You hate dealing with people like him and it seems he is mixing his ignorance with arrogance.

"Were they the ones that had Ryan Reynolds in their music video?"

"Yes." You smile a bit more; actually glad he figured it out.

"What is your group called?" You begrudgingly tell him.

"So, you like sing and dance and stuff."

"Well, um, yes." You look around you, hoping and praying that anyone would come, but mostly Hyunjin or your manager.

"You the leader?"

"No, the eldest."

"How old are you?" He looks you up and down and you wince, feeling nauseated. You feel a familiar presence behind you, and you relax some feeling them. He doesn't say anything, and you turn, slightly surprised to see Sicheng and not Hyunjin.

"I didn't know you were here?" You ask in Korean then and he is staring the guy down. For being so cute and pretty he is good at looking mad.

"We didn't make the runway." He tells you and the other man huffs.

"This your boyfriend then?" He looks at Winwin patronizingly. You roll your eyes.

"No, I am." Both you and Sicheng relax, and the annoying man turns, taking a step away when Hyunjin shoves past him.

"Thanks, hyung." He whispers to Sicheng who nods and takes a few steps away to grab something to eat.

"Is Ningning here?" You turn to him then, letting Hyunjin block you from the jerk.

"No, sorry. Who is that?" He nods at the offender, wrinkling his nose at the food options. You tell him and he shakes his head, having no idea either.

"If you ever want to know what it feels like to really be treated like a woman, Miss (Y/N), I'm always available." He calls around Hyunjin and you hate hearing your name come from him.

“Fuck off.” You hardly ever hear your boyfriend sound this angry; he must’ve learned the tone from Minho.

"Excuse me!" A girl's voice draws everyone's attention and a few younger women who are probably beauty influencers shuffle up with pads of paper.

"Can we get you threes’ autographs?" You’re grateful for the distraction and you each take turns signing for the three girls. The jerky man tries to take the pen next from Hyunjin and one of the fans shoots him a look.

"Who are you?" This puts a hard blow on his ego, and you hold back a laugh, thanking the girls as they trot away.

"He left." Hyunjin sighs, stepping closer to you, pressing his chest to your shoulder.

"You okay?"

"Yes. Thank you, oppa." You smile at Winwin, and he smiles back.

For the rest of the after-party, you are able to avoid any more assholes; they seem not to want to come over with both of the K-pop boys with you.

~~~

"I'm so fucking tired." You groan, tapping your keycard against the lock of your hotel room and your boyfriend hums in agreement, entering his own room. The door between the rooms is already open and he ends up just coming to your side and flopping on the bed.

“You’ll wrinkle it.” You warn, and he whines, getting off the bed and immediately strips down to his underwear.

“Jinnie.” You huff in amusement, picking up the garments and when you stand back up from crouching, he’s already wiggled under the blankets. He hadn’t even untucked them from under the mattress. You shake your head, hanging up his clothes in the garment bag, then remove your own piece and add it.

“I’m showering.” You tell him and he doesn’t respond.

“I’m leaving the door unlocked~!” You call and you can hear him wrestle to get out from under the comforter as you laugh. You’ve just let your shapewear fall before he shoves the door open and your back hits the sink counter when he pins you to it. His lips quickly swallow yours, no longer needing to care about the transfer of lipstick. You whine, fingers cascading over the skin of his bare torso, tongue trying to keep up with his. When he pulls away, you take the chance to spin him around and pin him to the counter, laying kisses over his neck and chest, leaving red lip marks all over his skin.

“Wait, (Y/N), you don’t-“ He sighs as you sink to your knees, leaving fainter marks on his tummy. His cock is half-hard, and you palm over it through his boxer briefs, and he grunts. You kiss over the fabric making him nearly whimper, and you whine yourself when you pull his undergarment down, his fully hard cock springing out. You hum, licking your lips, then eagerly suck the tip into your mouth.

“Shit.” Sweat’s already broken on his forehead, and he leans further back to steady himself, the cold marble of the sink making him shiver. When the tip of his dick hits the back of your throat, you use your hands to hold the other half of his cock, bobbing your head. Hyunjin reaches out, managing to find the shower knob and turn the water on, getting it warm. His hand pets over your hair, then tightens, pulling you back. The sting at your scalp makes you shudder in delight, your dazed eyes meeting his sharp ones.

"Get in, face the wall." He pulls you up and you’re glad the shower’s a walk-in. You sigh as the hot water meets your tense shoulders, but you squeak when he joins, pressing his chest to your back. Your breasts press to the still cold wall of the shower, and you squeak as his fingers meet your cunt.

"What got you so wet?" Hyunjin hums in your ear, and you swallow, trying to think of how to get words out.

"W-when you told that guy to fuck off."

"So long ago?" He chuckles, removing his fingers too soon, making you huff. Before you can even think of complaining or pleading for him, he bucks his hips, burying his fat cock in one thrust all the way. Your breath leaves your lungs, the burning sting sending shocks of pleasure up your spine and down your legs. There’s almost no room between you two as he presses even closer, arms wrapping around your middle and holding your hip. He lets you take a few breaths to adjust, kissing your neck, the heat of the water and his cock inside you sets your blood on fire. One of hands moves to cup your breast, kneading the flesh and you whimper.

“These are perfect.” He pinches your nipple, and you squeak, then whimper.

"M-move." You’re nearly up on your tip toes, body wound so tight.

"Oh, fuck!" You gasp as Hyunjin begins fucking you in earnest, not building, battering his cock deep inside you. Your cunt spasms as you gasp for air, fingers not able to find anything to hold onto on the slick wall, cheek pressed to the cold tile.

"You're just perfect, (Y/N). Your pussy was made for me, no one else can have it." His hand splays over your lower tummy, the sensitive skin there twitching under his palm.

"I don't want anyone else to anyway." You manage to get out, his cock kissing your cervix with each roll of his hips.

"Cum for me (Y/N), yeah?" He hums as he feels the familiar clenching of your gummy walls, his fingers rolling over your clit, sending you over the edge. Hyunjin fills you as deep as he can, grinding into you to help you ride your high, trying to fight his own.

"Fuck, please Hyunjin!" You whimper, your orgasm seeming to last for hours.

"Well," he chuckles breathily, "if you insist." He bucks his hips a few more times and you both sigh as his hot cum paints your core white. Panting, you can't tell whether his skin is slick from the water or his sweat, but either way you both needed to actually shower.

"You know, I don't mind being the Prince and Princess of Versace." He tells you softly as you lay in bed together, bundled up in your pajamas. Round two and probably three would occur otherwise and you both need to be up early for your flight.

"No?"

"It's more like Prince William and Princess Kate than us being siblings."

"We're not married, Hyunjin." You huff and he nods sleepily.

"For now..."

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fruity-pontmercy · 5 months ago

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look, I'm a tired demographics student with too much time on their hands and an undying love for polls, so..

I'm also deeply interested in fandom demographics... from my 4 long long (yet relatively short) years in this fandom I've noticed that the Les Mis fanbase does tend to be older than other fandoms I've been in, (though this obviously depends on the platform you're on, for example, the falsettos fandom on tiktok seems to have a lot of 12-15 year olds, to my great surprise) and I just like analysing why that is! I know other fandoms have/have had sort of "fandom demographics" polls which I've always found super interesting... while I'm not necessarily trying to recreate that, I do find this interesting to look at!

Needless to say the more people see this the more representative and accurate the results will be so PLEASEEE reblog thiss and make my little demographer-to-be heart happy

#also the fact that i'd eventually maybe want to write a thesis about online queer spaces (specifically fandom spaces) helps lol #share this around so more ppl can vote pls pls pls pls im BEGGING #les mis #les miserables #les miz #les amis de l'abc #the brick #musical theatre #litblr #cosette #enjolras #grantaire

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rassicas · 1 year ago

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my general Side Order thoughts:

I don't have much of anything groundbreaking to say. I haven't publicly said much in relation to side order in the first place, i don't want to build up crazy expectations, and I've seen much of the fanbase making solid theories anyways. also there has been a lot less information compared to ROTM which is great, I don't want to be able to predict the whole story before the game comes out. I'd rather be surprised like i was with octo expansion! here I just want to put out my thoughts real quick so people know where I stand and that yes i am aware of the Hints and Foreshadowing

Marina's quote at the end of her interview in Splatune 3 is relevant of course, gives us a sense of what this whole world of order is. But did she build it this whole digital simulation, or was it something she found? (mix of both perhaps? found it, contributed to parts of it and it went out of her control?)

Mem cakes, agent 8, cerebral theming...very interested where this all goes. love all the references to OE keep em coming

People have been talking about this already, and the foreshadowing was acknowledged back in haikara walker in 2018. the hat logos on dedf1sh and paul gotta be connected to this thing.

It'd be a huge waste for a more grown-up paul to not show up in s3, either as someone mentioned by Acht or for him to make some sort of musical return post side order.

Glen fiddler has always been interesting to me (in that i anticipated he would become plot relevant somehow) with how he was fully 3d modeled in his sunken scroll. im not 100% on if hes gonna be in side order but the copy machine connections in side order (the fish skeletons in splatoween, also the recent poster?) are sus

^has to be agent 4. of course. seeing enemy inklings instead of enemy octolings sounds awesome btw

I'm expecting the inkopolis square hub to come back as a thing you can access post-game. pearl and marina splatfest concerts

iso padre please come back to me (maybe in said inkopolis square hub world)

who the fuck are you. not a mantis shrimp, looks too soft to be a crustacean to me. closest thing i can compare this to is a black dragonfish nymph but i kind of doubt it. maybe it is some guy who was created to manage things, like CQ to the deepsea metro?

#side order #splatoon

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mikey-hunter · 16 days ago

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I feel like we don't appreciate enough how unique Purah's dynamic with Link is among his present allies. Like, just about everyone else who knows the capital-w Who of who he is, to some degree, is reverent toward him.

Paya spent like a third of her BotW diary gushing about how he's everything she imagined he'd be and more.

Sidon sang his praises so loudly and so often that a portion of the fanbase saw him getting engaged six years later as a betrayal.

Riju, Tulin and Josha, while not overtly affectionate as the previous two, seem to regard him like a cool upperclassman whose approval they value.

Impa, Robbie, Zelda, Teba and TotK Paya, while all regarding him as closer to an equal, are still incredibly respectful toward him, still taking his status very seriously.

And then there's Purah. She very clearly has faith in him and his ability as a swordsman, but when he walks through her door for the first time in a hundred years, when the last time she saw him he was practically a cadaver being immersed in glowing blue goo, her first thought is "I'm gonna prank him, it's gonna be hilarious."

If he says he expected her to upgrade the Sheikah Slate for free, she passive-aggressively dictates in to her notes right in front of him that he's being entitled. If he asks her where she thinks he should head next, she asks him "What, did you forget? Not that that's out of character for you..." She tells him what's in her diary, where it is, and tells him not to read it... And has another prank ready for him when he inevitably does. And in her TotK journals, when she alludes to him "invading her privacy" by reading them, she still leaves the clues as to where she's hiding the next volume, almost like reverse-psychology letting him read her diaries is a game to her.

She has a pet name, for him, and nobody else. Symin, Impa, Robbie, Josha and, I believe, Paya, all get referred to by their proper names, and she calls Zelda either by her name or a proper title ("The Princess/Your Highness.") But Link? When she's in the right mood, he's "Linky." When you first play Breath of the Wild, and see her authorial voice in her diary get less mature as her age reverses, you might think it's just because of her toddler body influencing her brain, but then Age of Calamity comes along and confirms "Nah, she was calling him that when she was an adult too." And then Tears of the Kingdom comes back and adds "And she keeps it up even as a weary and exhausted settlement leader in her re-adulted body."

She's the only friend of his who I can imagine doing the "What's that on your shirt? Made ya look!" prank to him.

They read, to me, like Roz and Frasier, or Goku and Bulma. A pair of friends who are completely unguarded around each other, where the canon author didn't see fit to pair them together, but at the same time, it wouldn't be that surprising to see a version of the story where they were.

#The Legend of Zelda #Link #Purah #LinPurah #Tears of the Kingdom #Breath of the Wild #Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity

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drunkenbagel · 6 months ago

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Hi *shy wave*

There’s so few people on here do Pedro pascal x reader fics 😭

Could you perhaps do one where reader is a director and dating Pedro secretly and he wants to go public but she’s worried about his fans?

Please and thank you 😊

yes of course!! i love writing of dearest pedrito hehe. thanks so much to you for reading, hope you like it <3

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Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader Word count: 2k Content: angst but happy ending, no use of y/n, fluff ending

“Okay, take 30 to rest people! Thank you! Good work!” you shouted so everyone on set could hear.

Everyone relaxed and went to do different things, some to snack, some got lost in the set. You left your headset on your chair and hopped off. A couple of people stopped you to ask questions about the next scenes, and you tried to answer them as fast as you could while walking.

You walked outside of the studio and over to where the trailers were. While you were at the door of the trailer you were looking for, you looked at both your sides so you could make sure no one saw you there, and knocked softly three times. Almost immediately, a hand yanked you inside, making you yelp in surprise.

“About time.”

You scoffed and were going to answer, but Pedro held your face with one hand, sneaking the other around your waist, and kissed you. You closed your eyes at the contact and sighed, melting into the kiss.

“Missed you” he said in a whisper, linking your forehead with his.

“It's only been a couple of days” you said with a small laugh, caressing his face softly while kissing him again. “You can get free days off of filming, but I have to be there almost always”

“We can always make it public so I can visit you whenever I'm free, that way I could kiss you or hold your hand whenever we wanted”

You sighed, getting annoyed at his words. “We talked about this, Pedro. We can't do that”

“But why? We're both consenting adults and can make choices!”

You were growing more and more annoyed by his words, getting away from his hold. “I am a director, Pedro. It can be seen as an abuse of power, and there could be serious consequences. Not to mention your raging fanbase, who would very much hate me.”

“That's not true” he protested with a sigh. “I know the fans can be a little intense sometimes, but they'd come around. They essentially like my acting and want me to be happy, and if they don't then they're not fans.”

You walked away from him while grunting, running your hands through your hair. “No! We've discussed it a hundred times. Really, can you not respect my decision?”

“Your decision also affects me too! Haven't you thought about that? It's not only you!” he shouted. “Haven't you thought how it hurts me to keep you a secret for so long? It sucks!”

“If it sucks so much maybe we need to rethink this!” you shouted back.

The moment the words came out from your mouth, you regretted them. You didn't want to break up. Fuck no. This was the best thing you ever had, the most precious and sweetest person. You looked at him, and he was frozen with a shocked expression. His eyes were teary too, and when a tear fell down your cheek you furiously wiped it off your face.

Why did you always fuck good things up?

“I have to go.”

You started to walk to the door, and opened it, but before you could say anything, Pedro stopped you, grabbing your wrist.

“Don't do this” he whispered, and you didn't turn around, but you could feel the tears in his voice. You didn't want to start crying, not when you still had quite a few hours of filming ahead.

“My break is done soon” you said, letting go of his grasp, walking to your set. On the way there you had to stop on a bathroom to splash your face with cold water and gather your thoughts. You were sure you left Pedro crying, and that broke your heart, knowing it was your fault.

You're a fucking idiot, your mind said to yourself in the mirror. Driving away the best thing you ever had over some stupid secrecy.

When you felt less shaky, you splashed your face with cold water again and went back to your chair, resuming your work. At least you had a distraction for a few more hours.

·-·-·-·-·

When you got home you walked to your room and let yourself fall down to your bed with a grunt. You couldn't stop thinking of Pedro for the whole filming, of the sadness and hurt you saw in his eyes was consuming your mind constantly.

And it was your fault.

You hurt the most happy, adorable, harmless and loving person you could find, and you hated yourself for it. And why? Because he wanted to share you with the world. But it wasn't as simple as that and you knew it. Unfortunately as a director and a woman you could probably face a hell lot of backlash for having a relationship with a coworker. Because it had started as that, developing into the most beautiful, unique and amazing relationship you've ever had.

You were just afraid of the hate wave that would come over you, especially since Pedro was very, very loved by the public. And you loved him for it, he was the sweetest person with everyone, so down to earth even with the huge rise of his fame. He was great, and you were just average. You felt like if your relationship would come out, he would realize that he could do better and just leave. You were so, so afraid of it.

A groan left your mouth again on the pillow. You were so worried of messing up your career after everything you went through to be where you were. Unfortunately, being a woman in the industry and climbing up the ladder of success was still hard. But still, you wanted to be able to kiss Pedro any time you wanted, have him by your side without having to be wary of other people, hold his hand...

“Goddammit” you muttered, taking your phone from your back pocket and unlocking it.

You weren't going to let your fear get the worst of you this time. You opened Pedro's chat and sent a text:

“Sorry for the time, but can we talk?”

You left your phone in your nightstand and changed into a comfortable clothes for bed. He wasn't probably going to answer, it was very late. After letting out a shaky sigh and getting into bed, you turned the lights off and covered yourself with the duvet. You couldn't sleep, and ended up moving around in bed.

The sudden buzz of your phone made you jump to check it. It was him. It was a message from Pedro.

“Can I go to your place?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Now? I mean, you preferred to talk face to face, but... Ah, what the hell.

“I'll be waiting.”

A few minutes after you sent the message, you heard a couple of knocks in your door. You bolted from the bed to the entrance, and tried to tidy yourself up in the mirror by the door the best you could. With a hand on the handle, you let out a shaky breath and summoned all the courage you could before opening the door.

And there he was, with tired and sad eyes, waiting at the other side of your door.

“I... I'm sorry, I was just in a bar nearby, and-”

“No need to be sorry. Please, come in” you interrupted, stepping aside so he could come in. You both sat on the couch beside the other awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

“I want to apologize” you said looking at your fidgeting hands, in a whisper. “For my behaviour. My words. I know I was cruel and I didn't mean it. I- I need you to know that I didn't mean it and I don't want to break up, that's- That's the last thing I want.”

“I shouldn't have pushed you” he said, not looking at you either.

“That's what I wanted to talk about.”

“I got it, I won't do it again. I'm sorry.”

“No you won't, because I don't want to keep the secret anymore” you said, and as soon as the words left your mouth, he looked at you, confused. You repositioned yourself on the sofa, facing him.

“I've been so scared, so obsessive with not letting anyone infiltrate my personal life, that I haven't let myself enjoy it fully. At first the secrecy was exciting, and I guess I grew accustomed to it. But you said it yourself, by keeping our relationship private I'm just hurting you, which is the last thing I want to do. That made me realize what an idiot I've been trying to protect myself from the hate that I don't even know if it'll come! I-” you took a deep breath. “If it does happen, I'm more than willing to go though it, because you're worth it. You deserve a partner that loves you loudly and proudly and I want to be able to do that because I love you.”

Pedro's mouth twitched and you thought that maybe you went too far, or gave too much of a speech. He stayed silent for a couple of seconds, and then a big smile painted his lips, eyes a bit teary.

“You don't have to do that” he said, a hand going up to your cheek to cup it. “You don't have to come out of your comfort zone”

“I've had you in the privacy of my comfort for way too long, and I think it's time that I enhance that zone. I want to be able to hold your hand, kiss you whenever I want-”

Pedro interrupted you with a quick kiss. You let out a small laugh.

“Yeah, well, just like that. So, if it's okay by you, I won't be needing to keep the secret anymore.”

“I love you” he said again and again while peppering your face with small kisses all over. You couldn't help but laugh at the tickling. When he finished with the small attack, you linked your foreheads together.

“I have to get up in a few hours to go to the studio, but please stay? I don't want you walking around at this hours of the night.”

“Alright, I have to go too anyways.”

He took his clothes off and you both went back to bed, falling asleep in the arms of one another.

Next morning you got up earlier than him, showered and started making coffee. Taking two mugs, you carried them to the bedroom and left them in the bedside table. Pedro hummed when he heard you.

“Good morning sunshine” you said, kissing his face. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled.

“Hey” he said with a raspy voice. “Is that coffee I smell?”

“Fresh out for you” you said, reaching to the small table and giving him one cup and sipping out of the other. You both stayed in the bed until finishing your coffees, talking and laughing.

After that, Pedro got dressed with some clean clothes he had at your place and you both got into your car to go to work. Before going out of your car you had to breathe a couple of times, anxiety getting a bit high.

“It's okay” said Pedro. “We don't have to go out at the same time”

“Yeah, I know. Sorry” you apologized. You let out a breath. “Okay, let's go.”

Both of you got out of the car and he took your hand while he walked up to your set, which made you smile. “Here's my stop”

“I'll see you later?” he said looking at you, still holding your hand.

“I think I finish before you, so I'll get some lunch for us both, sound good?” you said while smiling. You could feel some stares, but you didn't tear your eyes apart from his. You got closer, leaning into him until you gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I love you. See you later”

He couldn't help but smile. “Yeah, see you later darlin'”

You watched him as he left the building, and one of your friends from filming came up to you.

“Care to explain, darlin'?” she said in a mocking tone with a smile.

“Short answer, that's my boyfriend. I'll give you the long one if you have a while” you said laughing while she locked your arms together.

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JJK men as content creators

Toji: very unserious fitness vlogger/foodie

Toji was no stranger to exploitation for financial gain. Nor did he have any shame over it. The idea to start making content stemmed from people approaching him in the gym for advice after seeing his impressive physique.

He wasn't much of a talker, although his dry sense of humor became his trademark along with his abs, so the majority of Toji’s content consisted of workout and nutrition advice. None of it he recommended anyone do since he wasn't a professional, stating that if it didn't work for you, don't go blaming him for it. One of his most popular segments was when he went to different restaurants in the area for food reviews on his cheat days. When owners noticed how a position review from him brought in a lot of business, they stopped charging him meals if he ever returned. And we all know how much Toji loved that.

"Alright, listen up. You want results? It’s not about fancy machines or trendy diets. It’s about putting in the work and pushing your limits. No shortcuts. Just grit and grind. Today, we’re hitting those weights hard and showing those excuses the door. Let’s get it."

Nanami : cooking/ASMR

Upon first impressions, one would think Kento wasn't the type of person who uses social media. He had Facebook like most millennials and has an Instagram but barely uses it. He wasn't the type to share his life with the world in that way and found the concept too invasive and troublesome for him to be bothered with. “What the point of telling strangers what I'm doing? I have no interest in what anyone else does.” he’d say.

But one day after allowing one of the teachers at Jujutsu High to try one of his homemade baked creations, it was suggested that he had his cooking show. Noting that he has the wholesome ‘husband/boyfriend’ aesthetic going for him, as well as a voice that sounded like a hug from behind after a long day at work. Kento started his channel slowly walking viewers through his favorite recipes , as well as some new ones he’d been meaning to try, while speaking gently into a highly sensitive mic that added an ASMR element to every video.

He doesn't show his face, feeling the anonymity made him most comfortable to be himself, but the way his audience swooned over the fixed view of him in his button-up and apron with the sleeves rolled up his veiny forearms, or his deft hands/fingers as he used a knife or kneaded dough.

Kento earned himself a whopping 400k subscribers in less than a year.

"Welcome back, everyone. Today, we're going to create something simple yet satisfying. Just listen to the gentle sound of the flour as it sifts through my fingers... The perfect blend of precision and comfort. Let’s start our journey into baking together, one soft whisper at a time."

Geto - podcast bro , the toxic kind

We all know with the global pandemic came the need for creative streams of income. Especially via social media. With somewhat of a platform of his own, being a cult leader and all, Suguru was approached by his daughters with the idea to reach more people by starting a podcast. Skeptical at first, Geto wasn't very enthusiastic about the idea of getting in front of a camera just to talk for an hour.

But with his dashing good looks, easygoing personality, and controversial views, it was no surprise that he amassed such a fanbase overnight. His show consisted of him tackling hard subjects, discussing world news, and hot topics, reading fan mail, and offering his candor, as well as having the occasional guest that may or may not know what they got themselves into.

"Welcome back to the show, everyone. Today, we’re diving deep into the topics no one wants to touch..the uncomfortable truths and the gray areas that challenge our perceptions. Let’s be real: society loves to paint everything in black and white, but the reality is far more complex. So, buckle up as we unpack some hard-hitting ideas that might just make you rethink everything. And remember, if you can’t handle the heat, youre probably a monkey."

Gojo- vlogger, travel, fashion, aesthetic, hauls.

Being someone who comes from money, old money at that, Satoru has access to more cash than he knows what to do with. So it's no surprise that outside of work( and sometimes for work), he spends his days traveling and shopping.

Vlogging came easily for him since he enjoyed talking about himself so much anyway, and with an audience so invested in his daily life, Satoru recorded everything. Him waking up. His skin/hair routine. What he ate in a day. Going on missions. Comedic skits with some of the first years who would participate. Travel vlogs and clothing hauls. There was a little bit of something for everyone on his page.

“Whats good my faves, its ya boy Satoru..back at again with another clothing haul. Im fresh off the plane from when I was Paris for fashion week, link to that vlog in the top right hand corner, and man am I jet lagged. But I wanted to show you all what I brought back while I have the time..”

Megumi- gamer/streamer on twitch.

After a talk with Gojo about him needing to find things to do outside of trying to advance as a sorcerer, Megumi picked up video games as a hobby. He was gifted a gaming PC and a PS5 by his mentor and began playing to blow off some steam after training. When he was injured after a mission, Megumi had not much else to do. Yuji was the one who suggested he stream on Twitch after watching him beat an entire game that took most people days in one night, praising him on his skills and suggesting letting others watch him play too.

After a while, his obsessive need to be good at everything he tries turned into him becoming one of the top-watched gamers. His dry personality and snide comments made for entertaining dialogue during game play and he often would give his critique on the game once he’d beaten them. He’d even get chances to be a beta player for unreleased game demos.

“The graphics were ok. Combat mode is a little glitchy but overall it’s a decent game. If this is just the demo, I’m interested in what they’ll do for the full game release. Otherwise I gave it a 7 out of 10.”

Sukuna- reactions

This started as a joke when his nephew wanted him to react to some viral trend and while the king of curses was rarely impressed, his archaic way of expressing himself was what made people most interested in his opinions.

Sukuna began a series of reactions where he sat upon his throne, gazing at the camera with all four eyes blazing with contempt and boredom as he watched viewer recommendations. Those ‘try not to laugh’ challenges were his most viewed.

If something managed to make him smirk or even chuckle, he gave it 4 thumbs up and would congratulate the OP for their talents in entertainment. Majority of his audience was comprised of women between the ages of 25 and 40. He acts like he has no clue why.

"This is, without a doubt, the most extravagant display of foolishness I've ever witnessed in my life. Yet, I recognize that many humans find cats charming and entertaining, so I suppose this video could be seen that way. Regardless, it's utterly pathetic. On to the next video..."

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