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kingkatsuki · 1 year

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— when he catches you crying

Masterlist.

Warnings: none (although not proofread soz.)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.8k.

There were some days where being Dynamight’s secretary weren’t always perfect. Thousands of people online wished they could be where you are right now, a position that had you working closely with the number two hero, and of course you were thankful. But some days you just wished time would speed up and you could go home and climb into bed. Daydreaming about having some sort of time-changing quirk so you wouldn’t have to put up with those terrible work days, and instead speed through them.

Being the number two hero meant that he was constantly in demand. Whether it was companies trying to get ahold of him for collaborations, agencies hoping to get Dynamight to team up on missions, brand ambassadors trying to send him a slew of freebies from clothing to charcuterie boards or the media hoping to get the first scoop the phone was constantly ringing off the hook.

Luckily for you most of these calls were intercepted lower down, the Dynamight PR team were always quick to filter out the quality calls and give courteous, personalised responses each time. But that didn’t mean the ones that finally managed to reach your floor, his floor, were any kinder. Having a timed appointment call with the Pro didn’t actually mean you’d manage to get him on the line, as most people in the industry had now leaned Dynamight worked on his schedule, no one else’s. And most of the time callers were sympathetic to you, but not always.

You’d had to apologise to a brand for Dynamight being unavailable at the appointed time, a last minute meeting with Pro-Hero Hawks meant that he was now stuck inside his office for the foreseeable. Something that you knew irked Bakugou to no end, knowing he’d probably rather take this mundane call than spend more than five minutes alone with the feathered hero. But work was work, and while he was being supposedly tortured inside, you were now subject to a slew of insults on the phone with the head of the company.

Usually you’d just hang up at this point, the insults you faced not worth whatever price they were willing to pay for Dynamight’s face on their posters. But you were already having a bad day, and the words came hard and fast. No matter how polite you tried to be, they cut deep. Feeling your throat begin to tighten as pearly tears clung to your lash line, threatening to spill down your cheeks. You slammed the phone down in irritation as you pushed the chair back from your desk, leaving without another thought as you went to compose yourself in the bathroom.

It wasn’t long after that Bakugou stepped out of his office, noticing the disappointed look on Hawks face when he’d moved directly towards your desk to bid you a farewell (and probably flirt with you for the next fifteen minutes, Bakugou supposed), and noticed you were no longer there.

The phone sat ringing unanswered and you always told him when you were going on lunch or leaving the floor, even if it was just a sweet little email. Rolling his eyes at Hawks teasing when he noticed Bakugou’s expression diminish slightly too as he stepped into the elevator.

“That’s a shame, I was hoping to take her to lunch after our little meeting,” Hawks grinned, “Tell her I said goodbye, yeah?”

Fucking prick. Bakugou seethed as he went towards the end of the hall to ask one of your co-workers where you’d gone, hearing that you’d had a pretty shitty phone call and you’d made your way to the women’s bathrooms on the floor below.

Ignoring his schedule, he made his way towards the stairs. Retracing your footsteps as he found the door to the ladies restrooms and ignored the writing on the front as he shoved it open to step inside. Thankful that it seemed to be empty, aside from the muffled sobs coming from one of the stalls. A sound that seemingly quietened as the door opened, clearly trying to hide yourself away from anyone listening to you.

“Hey,” Bakugou knocked on the door lightly as he leaned against the door, his signature boots visible to you beneath as your eyes widened in surprise that your boss had found you like this, in the women’s bathroom no less.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” You sniffled, dabbing the paper tissue against your wet cheeks, “It’s the womens—”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know.” His voice came out rougher than he’d intended, the sound had fresh tears welling in your eyes as you thought you’d upset him even more by leaving your desk unmanned.

“I’ll be back up in a sec, I’m sorry for leaving the phone ringing I’ll—” Your throat was hoarse as you rambled your apologies to him, the guilt swirling in your abdomen as you tried to blink back the pearly wet tears.

“Stop it, that ain’t why I’m here.” He scoffed, “Just open the door.”

“I’ll just be a few minutes, I’ll see you back in the office.” You were certain you probably looked awful. Your mascara was definitely lined down your cheeks if the darkened tissue was anything to go by, and your eyes were surely red.

“Open the door, sweetheart.” He continued, “I just wanna make sure you’re alright.”

“I’m fine.” You mumbled.

“Don’t lie to me,” He whispered, “I wanna know what’s got my secretary sobbin’ in the toilet before midday.”

“It’s nothing, honestly.” You didn’t even know how to tell him that a random stranger on the phone made you cry, especially when you should’ve been thicker skinned working below the number two.

“I could get forty grievances against me for this, you know. Dynamight in the fuckin’ ladies.” Bakugou smiled slightly as you couldn’t help but huff out a small laugh on the other side, “So I think you can tell me what’s wrong.”

You were silent inside the stall as Bakugou lay the side of his head against the door, trying to listen to you as he tried one final time to get you to come out.

“Was it me?” He mumbled, and you felt your stomach drop that he could even think it was something he’d done.

“No!” You retorted swiftly.

“So what was it?” He continued.

You weren’t even sure what to tell him, you’d cried over a stupid clothing brand, or whatever it was he was trying to sell. You should be stronger as Dynamight’s secretary, have thicker skin, not cry over any random stranger that’s mean to you on the phone.

“Come on, sweetheart. Please?” He murmured gruffly, “I know people think I’m a fuckin’ asshole but I ain’t about to leave without checkin’ on you. Let me see that you’re alright and I’ll leave you alone, yeah?”

You hated the way your body reacted to him, even like this he had your heart pounding against your ribcage as you sniffled, wiping your cheeks a final time as you moved to open the door.

Bakugou was leaning against the doorframe casually as worried crimson eyes looked down at you, his brows were still furrowed deeply as though he was irritated at you and this made fresh tears well in your eyes as you tried to look to the ground.

“‘m sorry.” Your bottom lip trembled as you felt the hot tears begin to stream down your face again, but what happened next shocked you even more.

“C’mere, shitty woman.” Bakugou’s forearm reached up to circle around your neck, bringing your entire frame against his as he pressed your face into his chest. The comforting touch had your tears freely flowing as you soaked the soft, probably expensive, fabric of his shirt. But he didn’t seem to care, his other hand still buried inside his pants pocket as he held you steady against him, eventually resting his chin on the top of your head as he let you cry.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He hummed, “Let it all out.”

Bakugou knew what it was like to cry alone, the isolation and the ache it caused as his chest heaved and throat tightened. The sheer number of times he’d wished someone was there for him, to pat his back and tell him it would be okay, and seeing the woman he was so desperately in love with the same way, hurt.

And you let yourself cry, the tears immediately soaking into him as the damp material of his shirt stuck to your cheeks, the scent of him comforting as you sniffed to try and inhale every part of it. Letting yourself melt into him as he swayed slightly while you cried into his chest in the bathroom.

Once the tears stopped falling you pulled back with bleary eyes, your head throbbing slightly from the length of time you’d been crying as he gave you a lazy, close lipped smile.

“There she is,” He murmured, resisting the urge to reach up with calloused thumbs and wipe the final few tears away, “Can’t believe you got me in the girls bathroom.”

You felt guilty at that, knowing that he was supposed to be taking a phonecall from Pro-Hero Deku right now before he went into his afternoon patrol.

“Take the rest of the day,” He cut you off before you’d even had a moment to utter your first objection, your mouth still agape as you readied to speak, “I ain’t taking no for an answer, grab your shit and get out.”

He sounded harsh, but you could hear the softness to his voice as he stepped away from you, grimacing when you noticed your makeup staining his shirt as he moved to leave the bathrooms.

“And you get me personally if that fucker ever calls back again, yeah?”

What he’d really wanted to say was, he’d take every single grievance he got for this just to make sure that you were okay, because you were more important than any of that.

“Thanks, Dynamight.” You mumbled, watching him leave the ladies restroom as you stepped towards the sinks to clean your face. Grimacing when you caught sight of just how awful you looked when you met your reflection in the mirror.

What you didn’t know was that same afternoon, Bakugou got a call from the same company that had berated you and made you cry. Leaning back in his chair as he listened to the man ramble on the phone about how excited they’d be to work with a Hero such as Dynamight, and the plans they had in mind. But Bakugou told them he’d never work for them, and he would ensure every hero in the top twenty would do the same. Because no amount of money was worth it after he’d seen you cry.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #soft bakugou

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lovewithmary · 3 months

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YUKI X IDOL READER

Hear me out Mary I need you to stay with me, but like imagine a jpop/kpop idol (perfect fc would be yuqi from gidle). Imagine she gets invited to the garage as a guest to alpha tauri in japan and like as a collab with alpha tauri the actual clothing brand. She has no clue what f1 is but she’s excited and willing to learn. Imagine the meet cute and her and yuki speaking Japanese. OR you could go they’re in a secret relationship and no one knows until they hard launched at the Suzuka gp and the internet breaks and goes wild. Honestly just yuki and anyone would be fine I just need more yuki love

HARD LAUNCH — YT22

summary: where posting on your public instagram story reveals your relationship to millions...

pairing: kpop idol! reader x yuki tsunoda

fc: jeon soyeon (kpop idol)

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notes: no one's gonna stop me from calling them alphatauri 😒 i refuse to call them visacashappvenmoapplepayzellepaypal or whatever they're called now

f1gossip: alphatauri makes a mistake with their website by accidentally revealing their alleged new brand ambassador, (Y/N) (L/N) from the popular kpop girl group (G)I-DLE.

alphatauri were quick to fix this, but fans were able to get a screenshot of the website before they were able to change it

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user1: okay but this is such a random crossover???

user2: MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING???

user3: she ate that photoshoot up

user4: okay but daniel ricciardo and (Y/N) interaction when???

user5: seeing yuki next to (Y/N) looks so out of place considering how (Y/N) looks so intimidating and yuki looks cute 😭

user6: who is (Y/N) and why is she (allegedly) becoming a brand ambassador??? ↳ user7: (Y/N) is the leader of the kpop gg gidle! she's very famous in kpop artist in Korea. and as for why she's a brand ambassador, i have no idea 😭😭😭

user8: POOKIE'S GONNA GO TO A GP????

liked by f1, alphatauri, yukitsunoda0511, and 394243 others

yourusername: officially announcing my brand ambassadorship with alphatauri! thank you for this wonderful opportunity and I'm excited to learn more about f1 💞💞

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user1: oh i just know she's going to eat with the paddock fashion

user2: she doesn't even know anything about f1 yet alpha tauri made her ambassador??? smh they just chose her bc she's pretty ↳ user3: okay so? whether or not she was chosen bc she's pretty, they chose HER. they probably want exposure in different demographics, and kpop happens to be the demographic they want to tap into. there's nothing wrong with that

yourusername’s instagram story

liked by yukitsunoda0511, pierregasly, and 932020 others

yourusername: I didn't mean to post that story but my agency gave me permission... so here's my bf!

(the french one is my boyfriend's boyfriend, but i can't get rid of him)

tagged: yukitsunoda0511

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user1: YUKI TSUNODA IS HER BOYFRIEND????

user2: SHE'S BEEN TO A GP BEFORE? ↳ yourusername: this was the beginning of our relationship and it took so much effort to dress me up to look like an alphatauri staff member 🫡

pierregasly: "can't get rid of him" I've taken so many photos of you and yuki yet you want to get rid of me???? ↳ yourusername: "ew do i have to take a picture of you guys" "stop making out the picture is gonna be ugly" "can you take photos of me and kika afterwards?" ↳ user3: OH MY GOD THEY'VE BEEN ON DOUBLE DATES

liked by yourusername and 440231 others

yukitsunoda0511: listen to the girl group my girlfriend's a leader of so her agency's not mad at us anymore for revealing our relationship 😄

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #yuki tsunoda x reader #yuki tsunoda fic #yuki tsunoda imagine #yt22 #f1 social media au #f1 smau

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odxrilove · 9 months

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☆ STRAY KIDS AND HOW YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS REVEALED

pairing: stray kids x fem!reader

genre: fluff, idol!au, established relationships, 1.5k

a/n: request by anon! song rec - day 1 by red velvet.

back to masterlist! seventeen version here!

☆ BANGCHAN

you and chan had been together for a couple of years now and to say you were both getting impatient at your agencies’ reluctance to reveal your relationship was an understatement. so one day, chan decides he’s got enough. he asks his manager what would happen if people found out about you two, and when he learns that he won’t get kicked out nor be put on hiatus, he’s determined to go against whatever advice his pr team told him. it’s soon valentine’s day and you’re out on a date, in the open. you’re not wearing anything to hide your identity and chan’s so proud when you hold his hand for everyone to see. you both feel your phones buzzing in your pockets but your reservation at a cute restaurant is more important to you. you know you might get scolded by your managers but when you see all the many positive reactions from your fans, you’re just happy you decided to not wear a mask and sunglasses that day.

☆ LEE KNOW

you and your boyfriend follow a simple routine, going to work early, practicing and attending schedules during the day and leaving for home late at night. it’s easy, simple, but never gets boring, the conversations or the comfortable silence on the ride back home make up for missing each other’s presence during the day. as your relationship is still a secret to the public, you wait for the other in the building’s underground parking lot, sunglasses and cap on. you’ve never been caught before and you always manage to get home without trouble. on some rough days, a small step gets added to the simple routine– a makeout session, right in the car in the underground parking lot. honestly, you should have been more careful, looking at your surroundings and checking if someone was around instead of throwing your arms around lee know’s neck the moment he stepped into your car. but then again, lee know would have thrown himself at you instead. guess there was no way to avoid having your faces plastered all over the internet the next day.

☆ CHANGBIN

decides to film a vlog one day and goes to the gym at the end of it. the short “gym” scene doesn’t last long and is sped up but fans still notice the light yellow metal bottle next to the leg press machine and almost out of the camera’s view. the metal bottle seems familiar to some and they realize it’s because you have the same one. you had bought it and showed it to fans when you decided to go to the gym more regularly. not even a day later, multiple theories pop up on social media about how you and changbin have been “gyming” together with ultimate proof, your water bottle. what doesn’t help calm the rumors down are your posts on bubble, where you grieve the loss of your dear metal water bottle because you accidentally forgot it at the gym. your relationship is truly revealed only months later though (because let’s be honest, a water bottle isn’t real proof), when you and changbin film a gym vlog together.

☆ HYUNJIN

you are both invited to a certain fashion show as the global ambassadors for that famous brand and decide it’s a good time to sneak out for a little while paparazzi are infesting the place. after sitting on uncomfortable chairs for hours and having to listen to business people gloat about their new contract and brand deals, you and hyunjin slip away for a few minutes, just enough to share a few romantic kisses and regain enough energy to get through the day. you didn’t think you would get caught to be honest, but one amateur and curious paparazzi ruins your little bubble with hyunjin. the flashes and the clicks of the camera brings you both back to earth and you’re pissed. after glaring at the paparazzi, you both manage to sneak back to your seats but the damage is already done. you’re already trending all over social media and getting lots of texts from your manager on the way back to the hotel that same night.

☆ JISUNG

jisung likes to produce and compose lots of songs, for his job as an idol but also in his free time. you, his dear partner, has always been one of his biggest supporters, and as one of the closest persons in his life, jisung often dedicates songs to you. it’s really sweet, the way he would spend some time working on a song before calling you to come over to the studio so he could show you. you always react the same way when finding out the song is about you, tears forming in your eyes and cheeks and ears turning red. You’ve helped him a lot since debut, stayed by his side and encouraged him, so with each year passing by, the number of songs dedicated to you become ridiculously higher– Jisung even had to make a separate folder on his laptop for all those songs. that’s how people find out too. the group films a behind the scenes video of a song recording, and the editors hadn’t noticed that the folder with songs about you was visible on jisung’s screen. to be fair, you could barely see it, but fans still notice it, your name in bold letters.

☆ FELIX

even before you and felix started dating, he had always been so supportive of you, buying your group’s albums, congratulating you on your music show wins, and showering you in praise after every performance– it was easy falling in love with him. his support only doubled when you officially got together; he would bring you your favorite snacks, give you water backstage and casually recommend your group’s music during his lives. he followed you on bubble too, and the fact he only follows you on there makes you giddy every time. however, you had never thought people would find out about your secret love through the app. it was during an interview that the journalist asked his group how bubble worked, and felix answered quickly, explaining it all from the point of view of a fan. he received many confused stares back and he, as naive as he is, could only retaliate that he’s subscribed to your bubble, so he knows how it work. chaos ensues and he truly does not know how to repair it, only further aggravating the situation by telling his fans he’s only subscribed to your bubble and no other artists when people asked him about their favs.

☆ SEUNGMIN

ever since you had started dating, you were both really good at hiding your relationship– you both paid a lot of attention to your behaviors and actions so as to not raise any suspicions, because even though you were confident the relationship would last, you weren’t sure if your fans would react positively. getting stressed and breaking up because of the public’s bad reaction was definitely not part of what you wanted. however, you didn’t expect for people to find out anyway, almost crying when you found out the public ‘knew’. that didn’t stop you from gaping at the dispatch article though– they thought you two were dating because of snacks?! turns out that fans knew you pretty well, being aware you hated oranges although you bought them weekly (for him). same thing on seungmin’s side of the fandom, he weekly bought spicy food (for you), although he swore he couldn’t stand it. it was definitely unexpected how fast fans managed to come to the conclusion you were dating, but hey, at least you didn’t have to divert the subject anymore when someone asked you why you bought orange flavored candy.

☆ JEONGIN

one of the things that really helped you and jeongin get together was how often your schedules lined up. being under two different companies made it harder to see each other but more often than not, your comebacks would happen around the same time, allowing you and jeongin to meet up backstage at music shows. both your groups were aware of your relationship so they sometimes helped you two sneak away to meet– they couldn’t stand hearing both of you whine about missing the other any longer. what you liked the most during those music shows was how often your and jeongin’s group were competing for a music show win. for your latest comebacks, your group had won against his and when you glanced over at your boyfriend, the one thing he did was blow you a subtle kiss and mouth “i love you”. you mouthed it back and thought that was the end of it, until both of you were trending on twitter, a video of you two blowing kisses to each other from across the stage going viral.

taglist: @0x1lovebot @fairybinie @blaqpinksthetic @odetoyeonjun @pockyandme @soobin-chois @soobisms @junityy @kaimal @laylasbunbunny @jaeyunverse @enhacolor @honglynights @starry-mins @bibinnieposts @yoonzin0 @equalheart @pointlessapple @yyx2 @enluv

please do not copy, steal or repost any of my work. all content belongs to @odxrilove

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vanrouchu · 1 month

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stained colours

ace model au i fear

Being an ambassador for a makeup brand was something new for Ace. Despite being a highly sought-after talent in the industry, there was no denying that his refreshing vibe came from the fact that he was still fairly new when it came to modelling. Perhaps his vibe fit the brand’s image, or at least the new makeup line they were about to release in a few weeks. They asked Ace to create his interpretation of the slogan—Find your colour.

As the current ace of his agency, he was determined to create a look that would make the even camera’s shutters pause in awe. However, it was a little difficult to determine which way would be the best to go about it.

Find your colour.

That was a little subjective—Ace assumed that it would be the colour that suited him the most. In that case, it’s always been red. Although if it was the colour he liked the most, it would also be red. There’s not much of a variety when it comes to his preferences in colours. He needed to get a little bit more creative if he wanted to catch eyes.

He threw his head back and groaned, tired from all the thinking. He had a little less than 15 minutes to think of another concept he could go with than the same dull poses almost every model defaulted to whenever they modelled lipsticks. As his manager, he was relying on you to throw ideas at him—hoping that he could catch one of them and be able to use it.

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t rub your face, you’ll smudge your makeup.” You sighed, running your hand over the plethora of lipstick tubes the brand gave for Ace to use. A lot of them were unopened; Ace already told you to put them aside after looking at the swatches alone. You grabbed the lipstick Ace was planning to use and stepped in front of him, finger hooking under his chin to tilt his head.

“Isn’t this supposed to be smudge-proof?” He grumbled, parting his mouth slightly to let you apply the lipstick on him. He did a good job not letting it show but there were more than a few thoughts running inside his head with every swipe and with every touch your finger left on his jaw.

“No. Maybe you’re thinking of another brand.” You let out a hum, letting go of his chin before taking a step away and putting the lipstick tube aside. You stared at his face, trying to tell if he looked his best or if there were some changes to be made—sometimes he made this step difficult by staring right back at you and it slowly became a staring contest.

You tilted your head, your hands coming back to the stash of lipsticks thrown to the side. “Are you sure you don’t want to make use of the other colours? There’s too much red… I think. Isn’t the slogan about finding your colour? It would make more sense if you used different ones.”

“What, like, making a gradient lip colour?” He grimaced. Clearly, he wasn’t even trying to comprehend your idea despite his desire to create a unique look. He crossed his arms and thought about it carefully, trying to think of ways he could see your suggestion working.

“No, silly. Not like that.” A chuckle escaped from your lips as you picked up a random shade, uncapping the tube before applying a stroke of colour to your lips. Ace stared at you curiously, trying to figure out what you were trying to do. Were you showcasing the colours for him? If that was the case, then there was really no need to do that—

“Do you mind if I kiss you?”

That single question made him pause. Cutting off any sort of action or thought he was doing at the moment.

“Excuse me?”

You threw your hands up immediately, trying to clarify your words. “Not on your lips! I just had an idea about the sort of look you could do, so I might use the rest of your face.”

That made him nervous. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have faith in his reliable manager, it was just the fact that you had to be in close contact to pull that off—your lips on the skin of his face? He had to calm himself down, urging him to keep his act together. He can’t make it obvious that he was more than a little flustered.

“Go ahead.” He muttered, following up with a louder-than-he-liked “It better look good though!”

With his approval, you stepped closer and wrapped your fingers around his jaw, whispering a small “close your eyes” before pressing your coloured lips against his skin—leaving lipstick marks. Pulling away, you took a step back to take a look at your work before smiling.

“This colour suits you. Let's try other colours too, shall we?”

Before he realized, he was stained with different colours. One on his forehead, one on his cheek, one on his jaw, one his neck, and one on the corner of his lips—barely a kiss. Each one was a different shade, but Ace found himself liking the one near his lips the most. Perhaps that was the color the slogan was talking about. Maybe he found it.

Walking out like that raised some questions from the staff, mostly wondering who did the lipstick marks on him but Ace just brushed them aside. He was far too embarrassed to give a proper answer; he hoped that the flustered look on his face wasn't too visible on the photos but the final results said otherwise.

But in the end, he got what he wanted. A unique look with a little bonus—he wanted to make it a habit to ask for your help if it meant he'll get little treats in between.

#my writing #twisted wonderland #twst #twst ace #ace #ace trappola #ace x reader #twst ace x reader #ace trappola x reader

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dpr-stay · 10 months

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Super-Fan | MV33

Max Verstappen x Badminton Player!Reader

No Warnings except a few swears

WC: ~4.5k

Oh boy, i love writing unserious fics about fully grown men like they’re awkward teenagers! They're just funny fellas your honour! Also can you tell I like writing dialogue?

Didn't edit and the writing style changed like six times, sorry!

The life of a professional badminton player can be described as a war between two factors: bankruptcy and passion. Well, less passion and more talent, to be completely fair. It didn’t matter if you had passion if you didn’t have any talent. The reason for this being it was virtually impossible to make any money as a professional badminton player unless you won tournaments or were able to take on thousands of brand deals.

Now, as a player with a considerable amount of talent but a huge lack of money, you had two options. You could either win more tournaments or take on thousands more brand deals. Of course, considering you were winning as many tournaments as you can, you had to choose the second option.

This meant you had taken brand deals with clothing brands, food delivery apps, animal shelters. In a time of desperation when you couldn’t even afford a coach you had even taken an opportunity to be an ambassador for a garbage collection agency, riding around on a garbage truck for a few days.

All of these deals meant you were moderately well known by the general public but incredibly well known in the small world of professional badminton players. Not only because of your brand deals though, but also your incredibly quick rise to being first place in many professional tournaments, even earning an Olympic Gold Medal for your country.

However, you still had to take on more brand deals. So, when your rich cousin came knocking on your door with a proposal to film a video for his F1 team about teaching him how to play badminton and you how to drive, you of course said yes.

I mean, who the hell would say no to Mercedes?

This is of course all build up to your current situation. Sitting in a badminton hall, which was full of people with cameras and various filming equipment, with your cousin sitting across from you in a chair. One of those fancy fold out chairs, you know, that should say director on the back.

You weren’t exactly sure how you were going to teach a professional driver how to be competent at playing badminton enough to where he’s good enough competition just as you weren’t actually sure how you were supposed to learn to drive in around an hour.

But that was a problem for future you, you thought as the camera men gave thumbs-up and George turned to the camera, PR face on.

“Hello everybody. I’m sure you’re wondering who I’m joined by and the answer to that is the most recent gold medalist for women’s singles badminton! Otherwise known as my cousin.” Ignoring the slight tease, you held up two thumbs up and smiled, albeit awkwardly, at the camera.

“Today I am hopefully going to become a pro badminton player.” He said and then turned to you. You both made eye contact and he signaled by moving his eyes for you to say something. You turned to the camera and clapped your hands together.

“And I’ll hopefully learn to drive and get my license.” You finished with a closed mouthed smile.

“Wait… you don’t have your license?” George asked and you turned back to him. Now aware of his shocked face, you slowly turned back to make eye-contact with the camera.

“No.” You slowly said. His large hand gently came into contact with your shoulder.

“You’re twenty five years old and you can’t drive?” He asked incredulously, you turning your head to now make eye contact with him.

“I’m a badminton player!” You tried to excuse, gesturing out with your hands and he shook his head, his mouth slightly open. His expression prompted you to try and explain.

“I can drive! Like I promise I can, I just don’t.” You tried to save, glancing between the camera and George.

“Yeah, because you don’t have a license!” He said, throwing his hands out, a grin threatening to spread across his face.

“I can leave. I can leave right now and cancel this whole thing.” You threatened, pointing down to the ground with what you hoped came across as power. George took a second to respond, steeling himself from laughing.

“How exactly would you leave?” He said, beginning to laugh. Your expression instantly changed into a stone cold one in response to his joke and you turned to the camera with a fed-up look on your face.

“Do you want a badminton lesson or not, you bastard?” You questioned him and he finally relented.

“Fine, fine. Shall we start?” He said and you nodded. After the cameras cut you both were quickly praised for how well you get along and your entertainment value before quickly being ushered onto a badminton court and handed rackets. The director quickly counted down before the lights turned on and the camera started recording.

George turned to you.

“We haven’t been given much direction so you’re just going to have to start teaching and hope it works out.” He smiled and you shot back a smile filled with as much joy as you were feeling.

“We haven’t been given any direction, so we’ll just get this out of the way. You know how to hold a racket, no?” You asked and George smiled guiltily.

“Maybe.” He shrugged, letting the racket drop from his grasp as he brought it up and clatter to the floor. You sighed and picked up the racket before giving it back to him.

“This is going to take a while.”

After roughly 45 minutes of the camera capturing you both making jokes and doing little Jim-from-the-office-esque cut away’s to look at the camera (and teaching George how to play badminton), George was ready to play a match.

You ducked under the net onto the other side of the court and held up the shuttle.

“I’ll take it easy on you, yeah? Can’t have you giving up the racket already.”

“Nah, I’ll be able to take it.” He dismissed, showing a smirk and waving his hands around. You deadpanned him.

“I think we should at least do one practice match.” He blew out air from his mouth in a mocking gesture and scrunched up his face.

“Nope! Do your worst, I’m sure I'll be able to beat you.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Or at least get a few points.” You tilted your head in question. He narrowed his eyebrows and sighed before admitting.

“I want to teach you to be able to drive.” You ‘ahh-ed’ and nodded before raising the shuttle again and nodding at him. He nodded back and you dropped the shuttle and hit it as a singles serve. George quickly moved closer to the net before gently hitting it over to you.

You, bearing in mind that he told you to do your worst, advanced quickly in footwork you’d practiced for over twenty-two years to quickly smash it straight onto the floor within bounds.

You made eye-contact with George through the net and saw him visibly gulp. You, then, turned to the camera and gave it a thumbs up before turning back and reaching under the net to scoop up the shuttle.

“I feel as though I’ve made a mistake.” He said and you huffed out a laugh.

“You asked an olympic gold level athlete to beat you at their game, it’s not going to go in your favour.” You fixed him an incredulous look and he just accepted what you said with a raised hand.

The game continued on, George not doing any better and you only continuing to prove your prowess at your sport. The ways in which George lost became increasingly more difficult to watch as the game went on, staff behind the camera having to muffle their laughs into their sleeves as George flailed around trying to return your hits.

It was down to the last serve of the match (score 20:0) and you geared up to do a fancy serve, aiming to land it just in the boundary line in order to make George run over to get it. Just as you released the shuttle, the door to the entrance of the gym slammed open, making both of you turn your heads to look at the intruder.

Max Verstappen was standing, still in shock, as he took in the sight of the Mercedes camera crew with many cameras pointed his way and the two players in front of him. He blinked as though coming out of a daze before awkwardly laughing.

“You alright mate?” George asked, focused on the guy in the doorway. While he was distracted you quickly tried to scoop up the shuttle, hoping George wouldn’t notice. “Oh yeah I’m fine.” The guy responded, his Dutch accent shining through in his words.

“I was just looking for Y/N.” You snapped your head to face him, ignoring George’s incredibly questioning look.

“Uhh yeah? Is something wrong?” You asked and the man bashfully (you read that right) turned to you. He seemed almost hesitant to speak.

“Can I talk to you after you’re done?” He asked, looking at your forehead to avoid looking at your eyes.

“Sure?” You said, questioning why the stranger who was also a world champion wanted to talk to you, and why he approached in the way a teenage boy approaches his crush.

He nodded and entered the gym, the door slamming behind him. He lumbered over behind the camera crew, holding some sort of bag and then just stood there and George made eye contact with you. You shrugged at the question in his eyes and the director cleared her throat, causing you both to look at her.

“We’ll start the take again, yes?” She asked and you nodded as did George before he paused.

“Wait, didn’t it fall to the ground?” All movement on the set stopped. You chuckled, albeit nervously.

“No, what are you talking about?” You asked, prepared to start gaslighting, a disbelieving expression on your face.

“I could’ve sworn you let go of it before… that happened.” He said, vaguely gesturing to the door, a grin beginning to spread on his face. You exhaled air and widened your eyes.

“Mate, I think we need to get your memory checked because I didn’t even let go of it.” You said, shrugging and George quickly glanced over to the staff.

“I’m not hallucinating this, no?” None of them replied. He frowned before saying. “We’re colleagues, you guys should have more allegiance to me than to my cousin.” He pleaded as you coughed whispering “Badminton Gold Medallist” very obviously into your fist.

He turned to fix you a glare.

“I am not hallucinating this. I think you’re lying.” You shrugged at his words, smirking.

“I don’t think so. I genuinely think you were hallucinating.” You said as you shook your head, staring at him in pity. He sighed before saying,

“How would your mum feel if she knew you were lying to me like this?” Oh he brought out the big guns.

“Ok, you’re right, I was lying. Please do not tell my mum.” You quickly admitted, holding up your hands and bowing your head. He started laughing as you quickly looked to the camera.

“My mother did not raise a liar.”

“You just lied.”

You snapped your head back to him.

“Irrelevant.” You pointed a finger in his direction and he started smirking, causing you to groan.

“Does this mean I get a point?” You groaned again and George started laughing as did the staff and camera crew. There was one loud laugh and, as you glanced in the direction of the camera crew, you realized it came from the intruder. What a weird turn of events. You had no idea why he was there or why he wanted to speak to you.

After his brief stint of feeling superior, George quickly served the shuttle in a way you could only describe as dramatic, only to hit it too short so that you got the point and you won the game. You shook his hand under the net, sarcastically thanking him for a fair game.

“Hey, I got that point fair and square.” He said, eyes wide and pointing at you.

“Sure you did, buddy.” You said and patted him on the back. He laughed and the camera crew cut the cameras. The driving part of the video wasn’t scheduled for another hour and it only took 20 minutes to get there and get set up, so the director called for a 30 minute break.

After this was announced George gestured at you to walk to Max Verstappen rather vehemently, so you did, cautiously approaching the man. As you approached he looked up from where he was focused on his phone, quickly turning it off and standing up to shake your hand.

“Hi.” He said, sounding almost breathless as he grasped your hand and shook it almost violently.

“Hi?” You responded, thoroughly confused but letting him continue his assault on your hand.

“I’m Max Verstappen.” He introduced, his eyes shining as he looked at you. You nodded, a small, disbelieving smile growing on your lips.

“Yes, I know who you are.” You replied and he inhaled air audibly.

“You do?” He asked, leaning a bit closer.

“You’re a bit hard to avoid.” You said before carefully tacking on “Not that I go out of my way to avoid you.”

“I’m kind of surprised you know who I am to be honest.” He said and you almost laughed at his humbleness. After a few seconds of him continuing to hold your hand he seemed to come to himself and let go of your hand. He cleared his throat before continuing.

“I don’t know if you know, but I’m a huge fan of yours.” You had not known that and wouldn’t have been able to guess that in a million years. But it definitely explained a few things

“Oh really? That’s cool, I’m flattered.” You smiled, realizing his incredibly odd behavior was him being star-struck.

“Uhh thanks.” He said before taking a deep breath.

“We started our professional careers around the same time, I don’t know if you know.” He started. “I know your parents always wanted you to be a badminton player, like how my dad always wanted me to be a driver, so I kinda connected to you on that.” You were surprised the man had so much to say, knowing of his usual reservedness or, in George’s words, ‘passive-aggressive-ness’.

“And then, when we started at the same time, I thought it was cool how we both kinda matched each other at how well we did in our sports. Like when I won the championship, you won gold. Yeah. I just thought it was cool.” After that huge speech he went back to looking at his feet.

“So you’ve been a fan for a while?” You prompted, finding his outburst cute. He looked up again to continue speaking.

“Yeah, I actually watched your Olympic final before the Hungarian GP, like before I had to get in the car!” He said happily and you paused for a second, a confused expression taking over your face.

“Didn’t you crash in that race?” You asked, a slight hesitation in your voice. Max frantically shook his head, laughing awkwardly.

“Uh no. Someone did crash into me though.” He said, emphasizing the ‘into’ as if trying to make sure you knew that he wasn’t a bad driver. You definitely knew though, the many texts you’d received over the years from George about the older man making sure that if you knew one thing about Max Verstappen, it was that he was a damn good driver.

You both descended into awkward silence as you sucked in air through your teeth and rocked back and forth on your feet. He wasn’t helping, after his correction he’d taken to clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck. You opened your mouth to speak before closing it, having nothing to say except that this might’ve been one of the most awkward situations you’d gotten yourself into.

“I was wondering if you could sign some merch?” He quickly blurted out, snapping your eyes from the roof to his face. You could only nod as he took off his bag and opened it, revealing probably the biggest stash of your merch you had ever seen. You let out a quiet ‘wow’ as he started pulling stuff out and putting it on the chair he was previously sitting on, choosing not to comment on the way he flushed at your words.

His collection was expansive, there was team shirts from your first team, caps with your name on them, your country’s badminton jersey from the olympics with your name on it, a few banners, a badminton bag part of a collection you’d modeled for, and even more merch from all your brand deals. Did you know that you had a special edition of a garbage bag from that garbage company series or a pair of socks from a luxury sock brand? No, but Max definitely did.

He wouldn’t look at you as you took in the scale of all the items. He was probably single handedly paying your rent with the amount of stuff he had bought. You could only look on in awe at the magnitude. You kinda felt bad, you only had a cap with his name on it from a lame attempt to tease George at Secret Santa that backfired when the cap was launched at you and nearly knocked your teeth out.

“It’s not all, if you were wondering.” He said as he quietly stepped back from the pile and you turned to him, an heavily incredulous look on your face. You took note of George in the background of your vision, playing suspiciously on his phone, almost looking as if he was recording.

“Wow, you really are a fan.” Was the only thing you could manage to say as you stared at the array, stuff falling off the chair and onto the floor. You took a deep breath before slapping your thighs as you crouched down, grabbing one of the hats. You turned to look at Max.

“You got a pen?” You asked and he hastily retrieved one from his pocket and handed it to you. You chose not to address the way his hand lingered as it touched yours barely as he handed you the pen.

You signed the hat before reaching deeper into the pile, grabbing a shirt and signing it too. The cycle continued for a few items before you must have grabbed something that upset the pile and you were suddenly buried in your own merch. It’s always those closest to us we can’t trust.

The darkness encapsulated you and you tried to shake off the large mass, but your attempts proved unfruitful. After a few seconds you just resigned yourself to being buried in assorted items with your name plastered on it. I mean, when did you sponsor a lamp company and why was there a lamp with your badminton racket holding the lightbulb? How the hell did Max fit that in his bag?

After 30 seconds you saw light again, Max’s mortified face staring down at your splayed out form. His head was encapsulated by the stadium-grade lights and it was almost as if an angel was looking down at you from the heavens.

You tried to haul an arm up to hopefully pull yourself out, but you couldn’t move your arm. It was pinned down by a… was that a BearBrick version of you? You really have got to pay attention to the contracts you sign. Max eventually got the memo by the shifting plastic (?) and pulled the bear off of you, leaving you to sit yourself up rapidly with a gasp, like a swimmer getting their first breath after nearly drowning.

It took you a second to regain your senses, but when you eventually came back to normal you could hear three things. The silence that was permeating from the film crew who could only stare in barely-concealed horror, George’s raucous laughter as he struggled to hold his phone properly to capture you both, and Max’s rushed apologies, repeatedly muttering how sorry he was as he took your hand and hauled you so you were standing.

You took a second for your iron to stop fucking with you before you patted Max on the shoulder, him letting go of your hand in response and you leaned over to put your hands on your thighs, hanging your head forward before lifting it to see the catastrophe of your merchandise all over the floor.

Max hadn’t stopped apologising and you feared he might combust if you didn’t address it soon. You turned to him, taking in the way he was glaring at the floor and hadn’t stopped fidgeting with his hands, and you sighed. That only seemed to make him shrink in on himself, still apologising before you took his hand and almost dragged him across the hall, out towards the door he had entered the hall through.

There was a small paved walkway outside the hall, the pathway separated from the tin walls of the hall and the road beside the hall by two nice patches of greenery. There was a railing on the outside of the pathway and you leant back against it as you let go of Max’s hand and surveyed his form.

For a world champion, a man who should walk around full of pride, he really presented himself as quite small. Maybe that was just because of the circumstances, but he should be more confident in himself, you couldn’t help but think to yourself.

The way George had described him in his ranting sessions contrasted heavily as to how he was acting in front of you, all shy like. You wondered where the ballsy man who pushed people off track and didn’t really care went. If you were a two time world champion you’d walk around bragging about it everywhere you went.

‘Hey pretty lady, you want to go out? I’m a two time F1 world champion and I can make all your dreams come true!’ To be fair, that probably wouldn’t work on any self-respecting woman, but hey! There’s a lot of women in the world, Max could definitely pull at least one of them.

How did you get here? Your mind was just wondering about, you guessed. The man was attractive, so it did make sense you’d be thinking along these lines, but normally you have a three hour grace period where you decide if a man is a creep before thinking along the lines of if you want to… respectfully ponder his relationship status.

Max, unfortunately and probably against his wishes, had kinda come off as a bit of a creep, though you knew that if you told him that he would probably shrink in on himself like before and disappear. However, you still found yourself thinking about him like that. Maybe you found it cute, the way he was such a fan? Maybe you were just really flattered that such a famous person liked you so much? Maybe you just found his mannerisms really cute?

You didn’t know.

At this point it had been a minute or so of you both quietly standing there, Max having finally stopped apologising as you took his hand. You breathed out and Max’s eyes snapped to you.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t know that would happen, I wouldn’t have brought everything if I’d have known. I shouldn’t have brought everything, it was too much. This is our first time meeting, this was probably so weird. I didn’t mean to weird you out, I’m sorry. I probably just embarrassed you in front of all of those people, you didn’t deserve that.” The unspoken ‘I just embarrassed myself in front of you’ was heard loudly in your head, as you stared dumbly at the man who had just poured out all of his worries in front of you.

He went silent again, leaving you with time to process all he had said. While yes, it was definitely a bit much for a first meeting, why did you find it sort of sweet? And, to be quite honest, you didn’t really care about embarrassing yourself in front of the crew. As despondent as it sounds, you’d done worse for less. You decided to tell him as such.

“Nah, you’re fine.” You said and he looked at you again.

“To be honest, I just pulled you out because I didn’t want you to be embarrassed.” He opened his mouth to speak but closed it at your words. A pause.

“I’m still really sorry about this whole thing, I shouldn’t have stopped by.” He said quietly.

“How would I have known that two time world champion Max Verstappen was my biggest fan then?” You teased and he shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

“It was cute honestly.” You said, and his head jolted up to make eye contact, shock plastered all over his face.

“It’s kinda sweet to know someone so respected has such respect for me.” You said quietly, looking to the floor, a smile spread across your face.

“Uhh yeah, I definitely have a lot of respect for you.” He said, clearing his throat. You then looked up at him, like really looked at him. You took a moment to decide something before continuing to speak.

“Would you like to go for dinner at some point?” You asked and Max looked as if he had been shot for a second before jolting out of it.

“Pardon?” He asked and you winced. Alright, message received. You just awkwardly waved it off.

“Oh nothing, just something stupid.” “No please, what did you say?” A tone of desperation took over his voice and he grasped your hand. You looked at his eyes, genuineness shining through then. Ok, one more shot.

“Would you like to go for dinner?” You asked and he immediately started nodding his head violently.

“Yes, I’d love to! Can I have your number so we can talk about it?” He asked, and reached into his pocket to grab his phone before coming back empty-handed. He groaned, realising his phone was still in the badminton hall and you laughed.

“Of course, you probably need your phone though.” Max looked over to you as though to say something sarcastic but stopped as he saw your smile. You pretended not to notice and went to open the badminton hall door.

“Are you ready to go back in?” You asked and he groaned.

“We’re going to have to pack it all up and face Russell.” He said, resignedly, and you laughed.

“Sounds like a good prelude to a dinner.” And he smiled, looking back at you.

“It does."

You did eventually learn how to drive, by the way. It just wasn’t from George teaching you.

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Trading places (Le sserafim Chaewon)

(Dedicated to @kaedewrites. Please enjoy <3)

From personal experience, you’ve handled almost everything there is under the sun. From the world’s biggest group, to one of the world’s biggest groups, literally—13 members is no joke—it’s safe to say that you have the ability to manage some of the very best K-pop idols the industry has to offer.

There was little need for reevaluation from the higher-ups, as those same groups, the ones you were in control of, lauded by millions and millions around the world, praised your upright character and work ethic. In a way, you were touted as a god, held in high regard by other, larger than life deities.

Yet all the wear and tear done to your body, both physically and mentally was not enough to prepare you for your biggest task to date.

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You’ve never felt more terrified to enter a company building, despite your regular, almost daily visits to one of the most luxurious, technologically advanced facilities in the country. It’s not the structure’s lack of utility, the visible wear of the exterior’s paint, nor is it how you look coming in—if anything, you might as well be some kind of brand ambassador with how often you’re provided with new fashionable clothes every other month. This isn’t some rival business either, like any of the big three. There are levels to this; your bosses have the power to buy this agency with little effort or damage to their pockets.

As you slowly approach the agency’s doors, you try to think little of your status—that is, until you approach the front desk to formally start the process of talent transfer.

The lady in glasses who operates the desk immediately recognizes you. You flash a faint, innocent smile. “You must be the HYBE representative, yes? I’ve been notified in advance of your arrival.”

Your eyes widen in shock as you attempt to look at the computer she’s using. You certainly don’t walk around with an ID or name tag and a big arrow pointed at you while shouting your company’s name everywhere like they’re your supreme overlords. It’s merely business after all, and you have little knowledge about what actually happens behind closed doors. For the most part, you only know of your tasks as they are delivered, and the only information you have is to pick someone up from here.

“We will send for the talent right now. She’ll be here in a few moments.” The lady then points to an unoccupied couch in the distance. “Why don’t you sit down for a while?”

You nod in agreement and you do what’s been suggested to you. There’s the main problem: it’s a she. The talents you’ve managed in the past consist entirely of boys and boys alone. This is your first time to look after a female asset. It’s not like you’re going to babysit her or anything childish like that, but this is a brand new experience for you. They never taught you how to deal with girls when you entered those doors almost six years ago, back when the only group they had were still the underdogs in the scene.

It’s not like she’s an underdog either. The records they set, despite the significantly shorter timer their contract was on, are quite admirable. Her popularity is no joke; she may not be on the level of any of the boy groups you’ve run—far from it—or even her members, but there’s enough demand for her that creates news headlines when her name is attached.

You thought you had hearing issues when you were told her contract was being bought out and transferred to HYBE. You couldn’t believe they actually laid their hands on a female talent, and not just some aspiring kid off the streets, but an established name with a few years of experience in this tough industry. There’s quiet rumblings that scouts are in Japan to recruit her partner, too, but you’ll cross that bridge when you get there.

Speaking of teammates, your eyes wander from your phone to the elevators and conveniently, Kwon Eunbi emerges from one of them. You wonder how she’s going to react to her longtime label mate moving away. She glances at you, realizes who you are, and approaches you with a respectful smile and bows. For formality’s sake, you hastily hop off the chair and bow in return.

“So, you are one of those HYBE guys,” she says, extending an arm out for you to shake. Her eyes scan you from head to toe, and you see her lips curl with a little interest. “I’m glad she’s going to have a better opportunity to further her career with you.”

“Yeah.” An awkward chuckle escapes your breath as you reciprocate her gesture for a friendly handshake. For the record, you’re not going to be her manager, you’re just there to pick her up and take her to your company’s building. “We’re really looking forward to having her.”

“She deserves to be happy as an idol under a big company, and I hope you’ll take good care of her.”

“Of course.” Withdraw your hand into your pants’ pocket, retreating your nervousness behind a friendly, reassuring smile. “We’ll support our talent to the best of our abilities.”

Moments later, a louder feminine voice echoes from across the room. “Unnie!” The younger, shorter figure rushes to her former teammate, friend, and soon to be former labelmate, and they share a prolonged embrace.

“I’m going to miss you, unnie,” she says to Eunbi sweetly, pulling her closer in their tight hug. “I’m quite nervous.”

“Don’t worry, I know you’ll succeed,” the older woman replies, pecking her junior on the cheek. “Do your best!”

Their brief exchange is a heartwarming one, one that reassures you. A positive sign that perhaps this whole female idol experiment can finally work out.

The lady from the front desk walks by as well, formally introducing you to the new talent and member of the family. “Here is Kim Chaewon,” she says, and the young girl breaks off the hug to formally bow to you.

“Hi, you’re the HYBE executive, right? I’m looking forward to my new journey with you,” she says, while repeatedly bowing to you. Of course, you bow once in return, but she continues to bow over and over, her nerves giddy with excitement over her new opportunity.

“Thank you.” You bow two more times, one for Eunbi, and another for the receptionist. “We shall be on our way now.”

“Safe travels, Chaechae.” Eunbi waves from behind Woollim’s windows as you slowly leave her and the tiny building behind, with Kim Chaewon now in tow.

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They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Yours happens to be on a highway somewhere along Daegu and Yongsan, the final destination.

“So—” Chaewon’s seated in the passenger seat next to you, her eyes watching the cars and street lamps pass by in the opposite direction. “Is it true you’ve never had any female idols in your company before?”

Initially you remain silent, not willing to disclose sensitive information to someone new. Then again, she’s technically part of the company now, so maybe you can share a little. “Not true. We’ve had some before. It just didn’t work out.”

“But you’ve handled female idols, right? I saw you with Eunbi unnie.” She turns to you, even more curious. “She looked really interested in you.”

“No—not really, just guys.” Brief glimpses to the passenger side show Chaewon leaning closer to you, growing more intrigued with each passing second. Her eyes are wide, almost blinding if you dare to stare at them back, but you can’t tell her more than you intend to. “Besides, it’s just business, nothing special.”

Chaewon doesn’t seem to buy into it, raising a curious eyebrow and pouting her lips. “So, you’ve never actually spoken to girls, huh? I don’t know about that. She was really eying you down.”

Your tone remains nonchalant. “Was she? I guess I must be too oblivious to notice.”

Too oblivious for your own good, you admit to yourself. Now that you think about it, she seemed a little too observant when you spoke in that brief moment.

“Hah, got you, sucker. Look at your face, you’re clearly blushing.”

Peep at your burning cheeks reflected on the rearview mirror. Damn, she fucking boomed me, you say to yourself. Admittedly, you’re kind of salty that you’ve never handled a girl group before, but this is a start. Chaewon’s such a clever girl, exploiting small holes in your wall of excuses.

“Guess you got me,” you reply, turning to her and meeting her playful, cheeky, toothy smile. “You wanted a prize? Too bad, I don’t have any candy for you.”

“I mean, I only wanted to play with you, but the candy would have been nice now.” Chaewon laughs heartily; even when she’s a devious tease, you can’t really be mad at her, especially when she looks so charming and lovable, holding that innocent, childlike expression on her face.

Traffic up ahead completely halts whatever momentum you had for the last few miles. Damn it. The sooner you return to the building, the better.

To drown out the horns of other traveling vehicles and Chaewon’s persistent badgering, you turn up the volume of the car’s stereo. If there’s one advantage working at HYBE, it’s that you get access to many of BTS’ songs—some of which will never see the light of day, and some that are still unfinished.

It seems like Chaewon likes this one particular track so much, to the point she’s basically rocking the car jamming along to it.

“Mm, this song sounds so good!” she says while dancing in her seat like nobody's watching, even if your gaze is fixated towards her. “I don’t think I’ve heard this one before.”

“Well, this one’s being worked on right now,” you reply. “This isn’t the final version. I don’t know when it’ll be released officially.”

“If you want my love,” she sings, showing a glimpse of her fairylike vocals to match Jin’s tune. In that moment, her eyes lock on to you, her fingers gesturing in such a suggestive, playful but inviting manner. “Come a little bit closer, don’t make me wait.”

You silently giggle, but look away when you realize your cheeks are burning red as she proceeds onto the chorus. She’s so charming that you’d feel like you’re willing to put up with her little annoyances.The fun distraction leaves you unaware of another car blaring its horn at you, annoyed that you aren’t moving. The road ahead is clearing up, and so does the trouble brewing beside you.

Chaewon refuses to play any other track besides that one particular song. Whenever you try to switch music, she slaps your hand as if she’s the one driving. This doesn’t bother you in the slightest, though. At least she’s a happy asset, and has seemingly forgotten about pestering you with that forbidden topic.

You, on the other hand, are not. Traffic continues to stall your progress, and you don’t know how long this song will keep her in check.

Turns out, it’s only for another five minutes.

“Gosh, how long is this traffic?” she asks you, as if you even have the power to freely move these other cars at will. You merely shrug at her question, expecting that any word you say she’ll use to back you into a corner.

“Hey. You know, I just remembered something,” she continues, trying to bait you into speaking. Your mouth remains tightly shut, refusing to budge from her attempts to entertain her. You won’t fall for this a second time.

“I saw your eyes. You liked that, didn’t you?”

Deny her any opportunity to get the edge on you. Your face remains neutral and callous, seemingly unresponsive to anything she says. Chaewon crosses her arms, raises her eyebrow, and flashes a taunting smirk in an attempt to get into your head. Deep down, you know she’s living in it rent-free, but you’re not apparent about it.

“You think I’m cute, yes? Everyone calls me a fairy cutie after all. I know it. You know it, too. Let’s not deny this.”

A brief tilt of your eyes to her, and hers light up with excitement. Yes, she knows this is clearly messing with you, and this little sign you showed her tells her that she’s doing something right.

“How about I entertain you a little? Nothing personal, just for funsies!”

You refuse to budge, much like the sea of vehicles in this seemingly endless congestion. Suddenly, the music grows quieter, and you can feel hot breath close to your ear, making you twitch.

“Come on. I’m really bored, and we’re stuck in this traffic for God knows how long.” Chaewon whispers with her hands gripped to your shoulder, the one responsible for the gearbox. You’re a couple of shifts away from breaking apart. She isn’t entirely wrong, and you can text your boss that you got stuck in a jam for hours. You don’t think they’ll buy it—they arrive at work on private helicopters or escorted by a fleet of police cars so they don’t know what it’s really like.

“We only get a few opportunities like this.”

You see a gap in the road, and a few hundred meters ahead is a conveniently placed lay-by left unoccupied. The car steadily crawls towards the empty space, a retreat from the mess of Thursday’s rush hour and into another mess—a fairy-sized one. As soon as you hit the brakes, the fire in your loins ignites, sparked by Chaewon’s wicked influence.

Both of you look at the continuous, slow lumbering pace of the traffic ahead that won’t seem to stop any time soon. Then you turn to each other, exchanging assertive glares that quickly evolve into a short staring contest. Neither of you are willing to make the first move, and you certainly won’t give in to more of her demands beyond this.

A hand attempts to—keyword attempts—slither behind her back, but a clicking sound suddenly stops it.

“Fuck you!” she shouts, her tone melding annoyance and naughtiness. Her sneaky arm joins her other arm to playfully shove you in retaliation, which barely affects you; is she even trying?

“You want to be caught out in this traffic?” you say, rebuffing her loudness back at the mischievous fairy.

“Hey, how else am I gonna get to the backseat so we can fuck?”

There it is. Her true intention, betrayed by her impulsiveness and desire to screw you. Well, she’s definitely screwed now in more ways than one. Perhaps you’re really that oblivious, but in hindsight, you should have known this was her goal all along, and you could have least picked up on the hints a lot sooner.

“Oh, I understand now.” If the mean, confident smirk on your face is any indication, her playfulness is rubbing off on you like a fast spreading infection. “Well damn, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Guess the lack of women in the company really left you dry, huh?” She retorts, but you find no suitable counter, because it’s true—but no one, not even the higher ups in the company want to admit this issue. “Bet you wished she was in this car too, right?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Your voice sharpens in response, falling for her bait again.

Your hysterical reaction leaves her in stitches. Every big reaction she gets out of you is a decisive victory for her.

“Oh, you know what that meant. I thought you understood now?” she chides, more cocky and vexatious than ever before. Her mouth knows exactly what to say to push your buttons. “And I thought you were improving.”

You’re improving—just not as fast as she expected. Perhaps she likely raised the bar too high and it’s a long way down to dumb it to your level, but baby steps are still steps—really tiny ones.

“What are you trying to get out of this, Chaewon.” Exasperated as you are, your falling inflection doesn’t reflect your grievance towards her.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop, you killjoy.” For a moment, it seems like she’s finally listening, willing to lend an open ear, maybe even shut up for once—

“And I thought you were just playing along.”

Welp. Spoke too soon. Should have known better.

In that moment, there’s a decisive, impulsive choice to yell at her and put her in her place, but ultimately you balloon her name deep in your throat to a dangerously close point. The muscles on your face might snap the longer you frown and grimace at her deliberate, mischievous behavior. Meanwhile, she remains carefree, her boisterous laugh louder than the horns of cars passing by, celebrating every point she has trying to trigger you.

Then in a flash, there’s a sudden switch in her demeanor, her expression, and her appearance, like she’s an entirely new person.

“I don’t really need to say it. You already know what I wanna do,” says Chaewon, unbuckling her seat belt and unshackling her different side in the process. Her nails dig into the fabric of your pants as her face creeps slowly towards you again, a look of desire and want twinkling in her eyes. “I want to know what new company dick tastes like.”

With the way you’re tensely breathing against her face, clean and prim as pure snow, you’d think the air conditioning went out. Her fingers are nowhere near the climate controls, yet you feel as hot as the dry, clear weather outside. You’re someone who prided in their ability to cater to the needs of idols, but this is the first time you’re needed for special reasons.

Her body has crossed the line, both the visible line that is the car’s central console and the line where neither of you can ever go back. Even as the very last of your willpower tries to restrain you, keep you uptight, and hold your character in check, knowing what this entails for not just you, but the company, the act is fully set in stone.

Your lips collide with hers, and it sets off a filthy chain reaction.

Chaewon hops across to your side, with your lap playing a double role as both seat and center console. To your disappointment, her lips leave a red mark from your own lips down your chin and neck. She tugs a bit of your shirt with her teeth, but it lasts for a moment. You can’t help but feel blue-balled when her kisses last shorter than her taunts, but the discontent is only temporary, especially when her fingers are all over your pants, working on unwrapping the growing tent pitched within.

Her gaze never leaves yours, and its pull is magnetic enough to keep you drawn to her eyes, even when the gentle whir of your zipper slides down, along with the rest of your undergarments. Your cock springs free, erect and sensitive to the first direct sensation of her index finger. One of your eyes twitches, and Chaewon giggles, knowing she’s found more opportunities to torture you.

“Mm, big,” she purrs, pushing your body against the driver’s seat and slowly spreading your legs wide for her to squeeze herself between. “Guess big companies have big dicks, huh?”

Her comment breaks your belief in the inverse rule—a reason as to why she’s excited to transfer to the bigger, more powerful agency. Your expression fades and breaks slowly into bliss as she plops down to her knees, comfortably resting between your legs, with your shaft in her hand leisurely stroking you.

“Fuck, Chae, I—I guess they weren’t well equipped to handle you,” you say, followed by a deep moan, and her presence disappears behind your closed eyes.

“Mostly right,” says Chaewon, jerking your cock using her fingers with skillful precision. “Looks like you can’t handle me either.”

Safe to say, you walked right into that one. Then again, Chaewon’s been keeping you on your toes the entire drive, so what else is new? Your head’s a complete mess, and you can’t think critically; there’s all sorts of sensations ringing in your ears, whether it’s the endless stream of car horns, the little gasps you breathe, or the idol’s puckered lips slowly filling up your shaft.

Look to your left, watch as hunks of slow moving metal pass you by while you sit in a puddle of hot and cold sweat. Chaewon works hard to fit your dick in her mouth; you swear you can hear a muffled giggle on your crotch as you drown further in your own ecstasy, then again you don’t really know how to make a thing of any of this. Her nails appear more like claws, gripping at your bare legs, touching interior sheets, and sliding around delicately manufactured plastics and alloys.

It would be nice to get some fresh air, but between pleasures, you realize that it’s another one of her crafty tricks.

“Hey, what the—” Chaewon blurts, her attention from your shaft derailed by a sudden pull of her wrists. Your fingerprints are all over them, right at the crime scene.

“Let’s not.” You cut her off, hiding your devious smirk behind a monotonous tone, probably the second hardest thing you’ve done today.

She pouts like a brat denied her wants. You see her finger twitch against the door’s panels, so you lightly press on her wrist. No workarounds this time, and you watch her face turn more sour by the second. Seeing the dissatisfied expression on her features elicits a light chuckle out of you. It’s a gotcha moment captured in real time, and it’s all the more satisfying to watch her plan backfire for once.

From there, you lead Chaewon’s lips gently into your dick again, but she gnashes on it in an act of rebelliousness. Your other hand takes the back of her skull, digging into her raven bob by force. Her eyes almost pop out of their sockets as you fill her with the fullest extent of your girth, down to her throat. She sloppily slobbers your shaft as you jerk her head up and down, coating your meat with her spit liberally to your heart’s content. As quick as she is to snap against you, she’s also quick to submit to your control, as if she has given up completely. Her mouth diligently pops your cock in and out with melodic hums, a sound more raw and more enjoyable than the light audio in the background.

“Shit, you’re so good—” Your voice strains itself as your body weakens from her emphatic blowjob. Even with your hold on her, her lips are far too overwhelming to handle. Your head spins further out of control, leaving you more dazed and staggered to maintain a grip on her. You feel the air suddenly kicked out of you; pleasure engulfs your senses and nerves, rendering you breathless.

Chaewon’s far too gone to be devious, too. Her fingers are all over your testes, measuring your load while her mouth continues to consume your dick. There’s an occasional slap of your dick on her nose, the only moments of freedom, enough to mark her with a little bit of precum. Between pops, she turns down the air conditioning, seeing many opportunities to turn the tables on you while you’re in a stupefied state. Despite the incredibly tight space she’s placed herself in, she cares little for her own comfort, only focused on leaving you even more winded.

You swear you can feel a strong twitch in your groin. “Fuck, I think I might just—” you weakly rasp, while your head remains stuck in a dreamlike zone. The air is so hot, you feel very faint, on the verge of collapsing right as you’re about to hit that high, and your surroundings have seemingly died down, as if you’re on a whole other planet.

Then your world goes completely dark.

—————

When you regain consciousness, your head feels lighter. Shit, you forgot that you’re supposed to be driving back to the company building. Check your hands, they feel—stickier? Your pants are crumpled on the carpets, and they have some gooey substance on them too. Look at the dashboard and satnav. It’s already 4:35 p.m. Two hours past the time you’re supposed to arrive!

Your passenger laughs boisterously while you panic and hastily grab napkins from the glovebox. “Shit, shit, what the fuck happened?” You’re in such distress you don’t realize she’s no longer on your knees, but casually sitting on the passenger side without her seatbelt on.

“We did what you wanted,” says Chaewon while still chuckling. “God, I wish I had all that cum right in my ass instead.”

“You didn’t even let me finish in your mouth?” you say worriedly, as you wipe off the stains from your pants and rags.

“First of all, great question to ask while you’re in a rush. You know what’s important,” She playfully twirls a strand of her dark hair and crosses her leg. “And second, I did.”

She makes a blargh sound as she sticks out her tongue, filled with gummy white paste, and it’s definitely not saliva. “You taste great, by the way.”

As you try to cleanse the filth left inside the company car, using up the box of napkins in the process, you hear your phone buzz inside your pocket. “Fuck. 12 missed calls and 20 texts!”

Chaewon doesn’t seem to empathize with your situation; she watches you intently with a seemingly innocent smile, hiding her true intent from you while offering no help whatsoever. You can take care of her again later. For now, it’s time to make up for lost time.

—————

“Gosh, this building is incredibly huge.” Chaewon comments with awe as you trail her inside the front desk of the HYBE building. Meanwhile, your gaze is fixated at the car you’ve left outside as a valet steps in to park it. Hopefully, no one will notice the strange smell emanating throughout the interior, and neither will anyone catch the stains stuck on your pants.

“Not as huge as the load you filled my mouth with—mmph!”

“Shut!” You cover Chaewon’s mouth with such lightning speed, you might be mistaken for a metahuman. “Let’s not talk about it here.”

Her brows lower and she throws you a mean glare, persisting even as you withdraw your hand from her. Her gaze is all over the place, scouring the whole floor and picturing everything down to the most meticulous detail. Though it’s only months old, you’re familiar with the entire building, but almost every guest is like this.

“So, who are we supposed to meet?” she asks, turning to you after a few minutes of scouting. Only a few guards and a couple of receptions can be seen inside the mostly empty ground floor.

“Boss said he’ll meet us here in about thirty,” you say as you glance at your phone. “Would you like anything from the cafe—” Look up and all of a sudden, she’s nowhere to be found. Her voice was loud and clear a second ago, now there’s not a single trace of her.

Quickly rushing towards one of the receptionists, you hurriedly ask, “Where’s the girl I came in here with?”

“I saw her walk that way,” he says while pointing to his left. You nod as thanks and run in his intended direction.

Four elevators with a pair on each side. Three are moving down, one climbing up. You suspect that’s Chaewon; surely she couldn’t have escaped that far. That different lift stops at the seventh floor, so that’s where she most likely is. As soon as one opens, you barge in straight away. Ignore the junior idol respectfully bowing to you as you press the button and close the elevator in a hurry.

When you reach your intended floor, she’s still nowhere to be seen. A drawback of such a large building is how many floors and rooms to consider. It’s so easy to get lost, and so easy to lose even more track of time just walking along clear path hallways. You can only hear your own footsteps and create little tremors as you pass by, creating the only form of life present in the entire place.

You don’t realize you’re gone too far. You don’t recognize you’re already on the opposite end of this megastructure. The sound of water flow draws your ears’ attention, but a quick peek at the outside world shows a blinding sun descending on the horizon, so it’s certainly not the weather. Around the corner is a fork in the road, one path louder than the other. Curiosity takes hold of your judgment and you carefully tread inside, not knowing what lies within.

Someone’s using one of the showers, and you’ve never felt more embarrassed. Terrible mistake. Ignore the crumpled clothes laying freely on the floor, even though it’s against company behavior to leave them out in the open. You should leave before things get even more awkward. Before you do, you reexamine the crumpled white joggers and shirt. They look familiar. Then, the realization hits you. No one would be this unclean unless they’re not from here—

The scream that bursts from your mouth can be heard as high as heaven.

Like a scene from a horror film, an arm suddenly emerges from behind the curtain and pulls you to hell, only it’s wetter, not hotter. So much for the stain on your pants, now the rest of your clothes are all soaked. Then, there’s a familiar giggle that faintly echoes inside the bath. A slight tilt of your gaze and you find her.

Was it really anyone else?

“You should have seen the look on your face when I dragged you in.” Chaewon’s laugh reverberates throughout the bathroom. Forget that she’s all covered in nothing but suds; you were just about done with her.

“Oh my God,” you grumble, as if her very sight is your own undoing. She chuckles, proud of herself for her act.

“Since you’re all wet now, might as well join me here. Figured I could clean myself up before meeting your boss.” Chaewon isn’t even hiding her salaciousness anymore. You don’t even get to decide whether or not you want to; she does it for you by shedding off your coat and shirt, and you’re more than okay giving up at this point.

If you’re gonna go out, might as well go on a high.

She gently pushes you onto the wall, eying you as her fingers make their way down to your soiled pants. You indulge in her wet nakedness, watch as her grin widens at you while she struggles to get your bottoms off. Her gaze eventually spins away from you, but you can’t help but lightly chuckle while she curses at your trousers for being so difficult. When they finally come undone, along with your boxers, she sighs an exhausted sigh. Her exhaustion is temporary when she sees your cock fully hard once more.

“I wish I rode that while I was in the car with you,” she mumbles, her fingers tracing lines up and across your bare chest. “But I must have saved it for a reason.”

“Where do you want it?” you ask, pridefully showing the energy you offer to other idols.

She turns around, presents her back at you, and her petite, shapely ass faced up while she bends down. “Ass. I want you in my ass.”

When you tease her narrow folds with your hardness, she utters a prolonged sigh. The shower is not the only thing wet and leaking. “Mmngh, fuck, I couldn’t help myself, so I stroked myself a little while I waited” she mutters, her body now the one being parked against the wall while you hitch her tiny waist. “I can’t help but think of you.”

You also thought about her, but for completely different reasons. At least you’re both on the same page—somewhat.

Her tight, gaping ass proves to be too much, even with the lubrication she made. That explains the lone bottle inside the shower; it looked a lot like shampoo. Your shaft enters her at a snail’s pace, but it’s more than enough to break her, mouth agape and screaming.

“Fuck, you’re so—so—so—aaagh!”

You continue to work towards impaling her, silently praying that no one makes the same mistake that you did—except that your blunder gave you a reward rather than a punishment. Your shaft continues to slowly but surely invade her; her cries of pleasure from being conquered grow louder, as the suds all over her back wash down the drain as you drizzle Chaewon with bodily ecstasy.

You groan and hiss, as if you’re holding yourself together, then grunt as you finally fill her down to your hilt. In between, you nail her arms forward against the wall for additional support and leave nothing to chance, even with the way she’s dissolving right before you. The discomfort you feel dissipates as you adjust comfortably inside her tight walls.

With each firm but slow thrust, Chaewon backs up in response, meeting you halfway. Her moans boom down and fill the room, more resounding than the loud shower cascading both your bodies. Her tongue is out of reach, far from your control, but she has always been a loudmouth the entire time, and you wouldn’t be surprised if they sold her off because she always acted like this to her former bosses, yet when she’s shouting and cursing how good she feels because of you, you’d let her voice it out to the whole world; let them hear and make them jealous.

“Mmph, so full! So full!”

“God, you’ve been so insufferable today, but I’d be lying if you didn’t feel so damn good,” you say. “Maybe you’re just a loud cockslut. That’s why you can’t shut up until you get cock.”

She tries to look back at you, her mouth agape and ready to fire back, but her eyes and expressions are all over the place. The words intended for you slip out of her mouth as nothing but lustful cries. You can’t tell if she’s nodding her head in agreement, or if it’s her body jolting and rocking from how hard you’re fucking her.

“Hmph. Guess all you needed was a good fuck for you finally shut up.” Hiss in her ear. Your arms grab her bouncing breasts from underneath; she whines a sensitive mewl. “You’ll be fine here, Trust me. As long as I’m here, I’m going to fuck you so damn hard. Know your place, slut.”

Chaewon’s showered by both rapid flowing water and nibbles around her nape. Even with the very uncomfortable position you’re pounding her in, she’s so damn tight, so hot, so good, and she still invites you to take her even more, backing herself every time you hammer her from behind. Tempting as it might be, you can’t hold yourself much longer. Curse your lack of experience with female idols.

“Gonna cum, gonna fucking cum,” you snarl, quickening your pace inside her pursed hole—if you’re even moving faster.

“Fill me up. Please, fucking fill me,” she whines. You’re briefly taken aback with the desperation and soft plea in her tone, but you gladly oblige.

White drips down her thighs, but it’s certainly not soap. You fill her to the hilt and spurt a huge load inside her asshole, throwing your head back in satisfaction and allowing the peak to surge throughout your nerves. Her moan ends up stifled as you pump her—the most quiet she’s been with you. Ultimately, her features eventually stabilize into a stable, wobbly smile, her wants fully satiated.

“Shit, shit, that felt so fucking good fuck—” she mumbles, eyes completely shut in overwhelming bliss, but not her talkative mouth. You grunt in response, wanting to keep yourself inside her as long as you can, then all of a sudden—

Thud!

Your senses instantly return to you. No. You can’t be found like this, especially with the first female idol under your company in years—and ruin any possibility for any girl groups to form in the future.

“Hello?” A masculine voice echoes close by. “Who’s there?”

“Hey!” You shout back, bending yourself to reach Chaewon’s mouth. She’s too overwhelmed by pleasure to resist or even realize the presence of your hand on her lips.

“Manager-nim? What are you doing here? You know that there’s a shower room for employees on the twelfth floor, right? This is only for us.”

“Uhhh—The floor was occupied.” Quietly and slowly peek through the curtain, and there’s Kim Taehyung, admiring himself in front of the mirror. “Is the boss looking for me?”

“I don’t think I’ve heard anything about that. I’m just wondering why you’re showering here.” He starts to walk out the bathroom. “Anyway, sorry for bothering you. I’ll see you around.”

You hear the door swing open, wait a little longer, until you’re both in the clear. Then, you finally release your hand on Chaewon’s mouth. The rest of your body follows, pressing yourself on her lighter, smaller frame, completely exhausted. As it turns out, you’re both dirtier inside the shower than cleaner.

—————

The boss didn’t even get to meet her that day. He didn’t get to personally know her, but you certainly became more acquainted with her—in your bedroom.

Your fingers trace lines along her prone, tired back, occasionally feeling up your seed spread all over her skin, due to the few rounds you’ve fucked her. She’s unconscious, completely drained from all the sex, radio silent, a far cry from the talkative, shouty brat she was when you first met. Your neighbors might say otherwise, though.

Your phone rings in the distance. You quietly roll out of bed, making as little noise as possible, to grab your phone off the table. On the screen, a text containing your next assignment:

> Fetch our new talent from Incheon tomorrow. The boss will meet them both on the next day. Expected arrival from Japan: 6:29 p.m.

(A/N: Expect a more sluggish roll-out, college picks up next week, and I'm trying a lot more experimental style. Chaewon really glowed up as a leader, and well, she's not the only one who really shined as soon as she was thrusted in the leader role. If you know, you know. Thank you for reading!)

#smut #kpop smut #le sserafim #chaewon #kim chaewon

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How about actor au hc’s for fairy tail! (Nalu centered cuz i need my nalu crumbs)

so i got like 80% of the way through writing these before i realised i may have misinterpreted this ask, and that you were in fact probably asking for an au where they're actors on fairy tail as a show. oops! but these are actually headcanons that i have (to no ones surprise) talked about pretty at length with @nalunalu which is why this was my default list.

in fact, they even drew some absolute banging art based on one of these headcanons so you should go look at it <333

if that is in fact what you meant, and you still really want to hear my thoughts on it, i would still love to write that up, just send me another ask and i will make a post, but i hope you enjoy these general actor au headcanons nonetheless <3

misc natsu + lucy headcanons

natsu primarly does actions films and lucy mostly does dramas

natsu got his start in the industry as a stunt double but eventually started getting acting roles of his own

he does all (or most) of his own stunts

lucy gets into acting in college where she's doing a business degree at her fathers demands and she takes an improv class to try and make friends

she's really bad at improv and thinks it's fucking lame, but it sparks her interest in acting and she gets a conjoint degree in business and theatre

she would have dropped her business degree but if she did that her father would have stopped paying for it and it was the only way he would entertain the idea

as soon as she graduates she leaves home, cuts off all contact with her father and goes to pursue acting

she works waitressing and modelling for a while and she's offered the chance at a full time modelling contract but as much as she likes it, she still wants to pursue acting

natsu is crazy good at spotting cameras and paparazzi

like this video is natsu

there are so many photos of natsu and lucy where lucy's minding her own business, chatting along, while natsu just stares dead straight into the camera

natsu's instagram is made up entirely of bad pictures he takes of lucy

he only posts when he's contractually obligated to promote something and it's always his stupid genre of bad lucy photos

when he's not allowed to post bad lucy pics to promote his new projects, it's bad pics of his cat happy

his agency gets so sick of his terrible instagram prescense that he has it taken away from him and a social media manager takes over

they start posting actual nice good quality photos from red carpets and other events and people fucking hate it

the comments are so flooded with demands to bring lucy and happy back that they are forced to give it back to him, which he of course announces with a bad picture he took of lucy holding happy

all the comments are just like. the return of the king.

people constantly ask if his phone/camera is like 10 years old or if his terrible quality photos are an aesthetic choice, and it's not. it's 5 years old and has a crack on both cameras because he's always dropping it doing dumb shit

lucy still does a lot of modelling for magazines after her acting career takes off, but more for fun that for money like when she first ran away from home

brands are clambering at her feet to have her as their ambassador

she becomes a style icon and still retains her expensive taste from growing up in the heartfilia household

she wears lots of designer dresses on the red carpet and she works with a stylist but most of her stuff she picks herself

while lucy is always wearing show-stopping gowns on the red carpet and to every other promo event, natsu has one (1) suit he wears to every event

the only thing he changes is the shirt he wears underneath and it always matches what lucy's wearing

nalu specific headcanons

they meet for the first time on the set of a romcom that they're starring in opposite of each other and it's both of their first time doing anything like it

they're pretty much instant besties and they surprise literally everyone with how great their chemistry and comedic timing is

lucy did not know of his stunt double background until she watched him do one on set for the first time and she was fucking mortified. she screamed

their first kiss (and probably natsu's first kiss ever) is on set and they both get a little too into it for their own good

it's just a good old friendly kiss with no meaning whatsoever except for the fact that it definitely goes on for way longer than it was scripted to

they have a sex scene in the film and lucy is super nervous because it's her first time filming one

it's natsu's first time too but he's not nervous at all because he's jumped off of moving cars before so pretending to have sex with lucy is nothing compared to that

every time the cameras aren't rolling natsu is just goofing around to try make her feel more comfortable and it works a little too well because they're laughing and giggling and goofing off the whole time

if they were good friends before that, they're basically inseperable after it

on set, it's cute sometimes and infuriating other times

lucy's hair stylists and makeup artists fucking hate him because he will not leave her alone while they're trying to do her hair and makeup

he once got himself cursed out for giving her a noogie between her hair being done and get scene

once filming wraps they're both really bummed because they go from seeing each other every day to being lucky to see each other once every few weeks

once promo for the film starts they are attached at the hip

the films marketing team doesn't even have to try to push them into a fake relationship to promote the film because everyone just thinks they're dating anyway

in fact, they're so close that they're constantly accused of being in a fake relationship and that it's "so fake and forced" even though they're not actually dating

so much arguing ensues because of the sheer natural chemistry they have together in interviews even though both sides are wrong, they're just close friends who kiss for a job

lucy desperately needs everyone to know that they're not actually dating and that they're just friends but the films marketing team shushes her because it'll be good promo for the movie

natsu on the other hand does not care about it at all because he pays so little attention to the media anyway that he didn't even know people thought they were dating

both of them were pretty well known before the film, but the dating speculation and their acting in the film itself turns them both into household names and people hardly seperate one from the other

they both make cameos, even small ones, in each others films

lucy landed a role in a soap opera and natsu, who has never worked in television before, plays a recurring role as her love interest

he is not very good at acting in soaps because he thinks they're kind of lame and he's not practiced in it at all so his role is pretty limited to scenes with lucy because they just have stupid insane chemistry that everyone loves

natsu enters stage left. natsu kisses lucy. natsu exit stage left.

it's not until years of being best friends and well after the dating speculation dies down do they actually start dating, but neither they or their reps reveal it

no one gets confirmation that they're dating until pictures of their wedding pops up online and everyone is like THEY'RE MARRIED???

lucy writes a super long heartfelt post about how she got to marry her best friend and how much he means to her

natsu posted a picture of him and happy in matching suits and then the one (1) nice photo of lucy he has on their wedding day on the second slide with no caption

#nalu #mya's mumbles #headcanons #nalu actor au #GOD THE WAY THIS STARTED OUT AS SILLY LITTLE HEADCANONS AND DEVOLVED INTO A WHOLE POTENTIAL FIC

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