Fuck Iâm at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and Iâm probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterdayâs night âjust for fun and because I donât want any bagel to be mad with meâ, and todayâs afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
âŠmy best friend that iâve been in love with for four years just told me last night that they loved me. like⊠love-love. iâm screaming my fucking god i canât AAAAAAAA
EVERYONE THIS BAGEL IS FUCKING MAGIC REBLOG THE BAGEL.
Thank you to @guacameowleâ for letting me borrow the format of their SLBP trigger post for this, and to @hakuoyukiâ (Satomi) who translated parts of the routes and helped me put this list together. Love you Sato đđ
Request: [Anon:] I really like your writings, honestly, so could I request an one-shot with megumi in which reader is jealous of other girls and megumi notices this and he comforts her? Pls and thank you đđ
A/N: Thank you for your kind words and for requesting anon! I hope you like this one <3
Pairing: Megumi x !fem reader
Warnings: Reader being insecure, a bit of self-hate, fluff ofc.
Itâs not like you didnât feel bad about the way you felt when you looked at the girls around town. You couldnât help the way your heart sank sometimes when you saw Nobara come from her shopping sprees and show you all how beautiful she looked in all the outfits she bought, thinking you could never pull off what she just did. You couldnât help but want the confidence in which Maki carried herself around, not taking a single taunt to heart and embodying so much strength. You wanted to be more like them and painfully, less like you. Itâs not that you didnât like yourself, you just wanted what you saw in your friends. And that was okay, right?
You hated feeling this way and you also hated how it was getting harder to not show it when you were around the rest of the group.
And thatâs when he noticed it too. Megumi was quiet but wasnât ignorant. He was normally the one to take the most out of the conversations you guys had. He noticed the sad smile that you had on after training with the group or when you saw Yuji admire pictures of Jennifer Lawrence and you thought you could never have someone want you like that, even though it was a silly want.
It made him a little annoyed honestly, how did you not see what he saw in you every day? Why wouldnât you see that you have everything that you see and want in your friends? He couldnât stop himself from saying the things he had bottled up one day.
It was after a training session with the rest of the group, he was concerned at the way you have been easily letting yourself go, like you walked into the fights with Nobara knowing that there was no way you were going to do better. And he knew he wasnât the only one when Maki asked you if you were okay after you swiped from her hits without care and lost without really giving the fights you used to.
The group of you disperse after an hour of training and Gojo claiming that he wants to take a nap even though he didnât move a finger during the session. You walk to the weaponry room to place the guards and sword you used for combat training, your guards a little let down, thinking there was no one around.
You didnât need to hide behind a smile or try not to show how you were beating yourself around lately as you sigh bitterly, placing your sword into the shelf in the weaponry. You catch your reflection in the long mirror at the corner of the room. An unnecessary mirror for sure but Gojo asked for it so he could see how he looks like with the weapons he chose.
You roll your eyes at the memory as you take note of your own figure in the mirror. You get a little too self-conscious, and with the place your mind was at, it didnât do any good. You look at the curves around your waist and wished they were narrower like the ones you saw on the billboards in Tokyo. You place your hands in front of you, frowning at the scars and injuries from previous battles, training, and general clumsiness. You take a deep breath trying to distract yourself from the angry thoughts bubbling in your stomach and that's when you see him. Megumi. Standing at the door of the room.
"Oh? Hi?" you panic, hoping he didn't see your show in front of the mirror.
"Hi." he simply just nods his head at you and enters the room, moving to place his weapons into their places. He approaches you, and you try to also busy yourself into arranging the weapons near you. You could just leave, why were you here?
He shuffles to the shelf next to yours, placing a dagger back onto its hook. You turn your head to him a little, was he annoyed at you? You draw your eyebrows together, a little concerned.
âYou know youâre just as beautiful as them right?â he blurts out softly, still looking straight at the weaponry.
âSorry?â you ask, surprised and not knowing if you heard the words he said in that order.
âhuh?â
The thing you just said,â you say, your eyes a little doubtful. I mean, you think you heard him, but why would he say that?
He groans in frustration, pushing his face into his hands. Oh my God, what did you do to make him mad?
"Which part of you doesn't see how amazing you are Y/N?"
"What are you-"
"Don't try to lie to me," he says, his voice softer, like he wasn't annoyed anymore but worried. And he's not usually worried unless it comes to the ones he loves.
"I saw that," he says, looking at you with a tiny smile. "I see the way you make yourself seem small these days and before you try to deny things," he puts his hands in front of himself like he was surrendering himself, "Don't."
"Megumi, that's not fair,"
"No, what's not fair is how you've been belittling yourself," he says, moving closer to you, his voice getting gentler but with the same worried tone.
"Okay, you know what," you confess, a little tired of your secrets and a little glad that it's Megumi you are talking to. "Maybe I am not good enough for any of this, maybe I can't be as good as the girls here or anywhere really," you say, voice cracking a little at the way your heart finally felt a little lighter saying what's been killing you this whole time.
"Listen Y/N," he says, a desperate tone lingering in the way he said your name. He hates that you feel this way and that you can't see the way he sees you, cause then you would be smitten; you would never even doubt a single thing you do or have because it's perfect.
He doesn't know how to make you listen, but he tries. He reaches out to you, his hands gripping your shoulders as if you were going to run away and he needed you to hear this. "You're beautiful," he said in a restrained whisper, his face inches from yours, like he wanted to announce it to the universe but right now the only person who needed to hear that was you.
"I know you think that you need all these things like more strength, more beauty, or whatever," he searches your eyes, hoping you see what he's trying to say. "But you already have everything you are looking for," he huffs. Your eyes are level with his, tears making their way to the corners of them. You didn't think he would care, but the look in his eyes said the complete opposite. You open your mouth to say something back but he wasn't done.
"No-" he continued his rant, "do you not see how the others love you for exactly who you are?" his eyebrows are furrowed together like his trying so hard to drill these words into your head, one of his hands moving from your shoulder to cup the side of your face.
"Y/N, you are literally everything you've been looking for and I know it's hard to believe, but please don't let it get it to you," he said, his voice pleading but a little strict.
The whole time your eyes were wide, staring into his, not knowing why he was desperate to tell you what you needed to hear all this time. You were frozen in place, both by the way he was holding you and with the way his face was so close to yours, his voice never having been so intimate towards you.
You smile softly, a relieved sigh leaving your lips as your try to wipe at the tears that had rolled down your cheeks. "O-okay!" you try to say a little firmly, but your voice comes out a little raspy. "I'll stop being an idiot, just-just don't go yelling at me." You laugh.
He's confused. Did he help?
"Oh-oh sorry about that," he says a little awkwardly, coming to terms with his outburst.
And that's when the both of you really see how you close you, with his hands on the side of your cheek and your face finding comfort in his touch. Megumi flinches in realization, his eyes averting themselves from yours.
He tries to find something to say but comes up with a few stutters and incoherent muttering before you help him out. "Thank you," you say, also trying to save yourself from what just happenned.
"Yeah, sure," he mutters, looking towards the weaponry again even though he none to arrange back in place. "I-i'm going to go now," he said quickly, making a rapid 360 turn and walking hastily.
"Oh-okay," you smile at how different this Megumi is than the one that just gave you a few choice words. You spot a stray rope on his way out and open your mouth to warn him.
But he was too embarrassed and wanted the ground to open up so bad that he didn't see the rope, tripping over it. He tries to save the fall by dancing awkwardly on one foot, regaining his balance, but losing all his pride in that moment.
"Are you okay?!" you ask, trying not to giggle.
"Y-yeah, I'll see you later," he said, a little too quickly, hiding his face in the long collar of his shirt and making quick strides out of the room.
He was so precious and you couldn't wait to tell him the same things he just told you.
An imagine where Rook is in the forest with a female MC and she ends up hurting herself and spraining her ankle.
When did I last have enough time to write for an imagine request? đŠ It feels like forever...!
***Mild spoilers for the Happy Beans Day events!***
Imagine this...
TROMP, TROMP, TROMP!
Your feet came down hard upon the forest floor, each step keeping in time with the furious pounding in your chest. A net of magical energy whizzed by your head, just narrowing missing you as you ducked. Then a second, and a third, all in rapid succession.
There was no elegance or thought to your movements, no strategy in mind to avoid the barrage of attacks. You were propelled forward only through your own luck, sheer force of will, and raw survival instinct.
âHurry, (Y/N)-chan! Behind me, before the monster catches you...!â Cater called out. He was several paces ahead, fumbling with his belt to load a peashooter with beans.
You heaved--and at once, it felt as though your lungs were set aflame. Deprived of oxygen, you could only rasp out a pathetic sound, something akin to an animal on its last shred of life. Yet still struggling to survive, fighting to flee.
You wouldnât be caught, not like this.
You steeled your breath, and hurtled yourself through the thicket, despite your limbs aching and your mind racing. Your face met the dirt, and a sharp pain bolted through your body upon contact.
The world around you shuddered, became a tangle of trees and sunlight. Vague shapes and colors of the wood danced in your vision--but all you could perceive was the menacing rustle of leaves from above as a monster descended.
A smiling, green-eyed monster.
Cater found himself pointing his peashooter at Rook Hunt.
âBonjour, Trickster. Monsieur Magicam. Wonderful weather for a hunt today, wouldnât you say?â The huntsman cheerily greeted them with the tip of his cap. He was decked out in the green and purple camo of the opposing team, casually leaning against a lacrosse stick as he spoke lightly. âThe sun, shining! The birds, chirping! On days like this... young men like us should amuse ourselves with sport!â
Cater took a step back, casting a nervous look at you. âHey now, you didnât warn me that Rook was the one chasing you! Itâs, like, impossible for me to beat him in a fair fight, you know?â
âFufu. It seems that my reputation precedes me!â Rook laughed, completely unfazed by the panic painted on Caterâs face. His eyes creased into emerald slivers. â... Shall I take that compliment as an unconditional surrender?â
âEr...â Cater glanced between you, collapsed on the ground, and Rook, poised menacingly with a weapon. The gears in his head turning, quickly weighing his options. Cater flashed a abrupt grin and saluted to you. âSorry, (Y/N)-chan! Cay-kunâs gotta run for now, but Iâll come back for you later! So hang in there until then~â
âW-Wait, Cater-senpai...!â
But he had already turned tail and vanished into the trees.
Your jaw dropped. He totally just abandoned me!
âAnd then there were two.â
... Crap.
You slowly brought your eyes up to Rookâs. He had crouched down to meet you at eye level, letting his lacrosse stick fall against his shoulder. His smile was as steady as ever--though today, it was less carefree. More wolfish.
âHeâs certainly quick to preserve himself,â the huntsman mused, leaning his cheek into a hand. âOne cannot blame him! In dangerous situations, animals default to fight or flight for their survival. It just so happens that Monsieur Magicam chose flight.â
âWhich will it be for you, Trickster?â Rook asked, tilting his head to one side. His bangs followed the motion, framing his face in gold. He allowed the question to hang in the air, let it permeate on your tongue. âFight or flight?â
Run, you told yourself. Run right now, and you might just be able to escape.
You dug your feet into the ground and attempted to prop yourself up--but a bark of pain rushed up your left foot, and you collapsed back down. Your hands flew to it, only to be met with a dull, throbbing sensation. The pain originated at your ankle and radiated outwards, so intense that it was impossible for you to stand.
Rook noticed.
His intense stare softened up. âMon dieu, Youâve sprained your ankle.â
Youâre the reason I sprained it in the first place. Gave me a real scare on top of that, too.
âWell, good for you. An easy capture for the Monster Team,â you said sarcastically, holding both signs up in a symbol of defeat. âGo on, then. If youâre going to take me out, the make it quick.â
âHmmm. A tempting idea, but I believe we should treat your wound first!â
âI didnât think that Coach Vargas passed out first aid kits to the te...â Your voice trailed off as a surprised blush overtook your cheeks. âRook-senpai, what are you doing?!â
The huntsman had stood and shrugged off his camo jacket, revealing the skintight black shirt underneath, which comfortably hugged the curvature of his lean, muscular body. He seemed to pay you (and your flustered state) no mind as he pulled at a sleeve with his hands and teeth, tearing a section of cloth off. Pinching the piece of fabric between his index fingers and thumbs, Rook beamed down at you.
âYour injured foot, if you please, mon Cendrillon.â
Despite the residual pain in your ankle, you let yourself to giggle at his joke. Somehow or other, he was always able to bring levity to a serious situation.
You shyly pried your sneaker off and lifted it off the ground, allowing Rook to secure the black cloth around the site of injury. Immobilizing it as much as he could with his own signature flare--for he had topped off the splint with a fanciful knot.
âWow, you really went over the top,â you mumbled. You tested out the mobility in your left foot. Toes wiggled, but hinging stopped short at a certain point.
âI played a part in you obtaining that injury. I can, at the very least, ensure that your capture is a comfortable one to make amends, non?â Rook winked as he carefully replaced his jacket, and your shoe. âThere we are. Youâre prepared for the ball.â
Another giggle escaped your lips. âYouâre being awfully nice about all of this. You couldâve just roughed me up a little like all those other farmers you captured.â
âThere is no glory to be had in a victory over an already wounded animal,â he tutted, passing you his lacrosse stick--which you reflexively curled your fingers around.
âAh, yeah. I guess that makes sen... Eep!!â
You let out a squeak as you were suddenly hoisted up into a princess carry--one of Rookâs hands tucked behind your knees, the other holding your back. Your legs dangled in the air, and your entire, weary body felt as light as a feather. You found yourself staring up at your upperclassman, your lips hanging in a shocked âoâ.
âWhat... What are you up to now?â
âI trust youâve read enough storybooks to know what comes next!â Rook chirped. âA monster kidnaps a fair maiden, and stows her away in a castle, where she awaits rescue by a gallant prince or a chivalrous knight. Alas! They, too, may fall into the monsterâs wicked clutches.â
âSo, in other words... Youâre going to whisk me back to the Monster Team base, then use me as bait to lure other farmers for you to catch.â
âOui. You are quick on the uptake, Trickster.â
âAnd youâre seriously getting way too in character for just a sporting event!â
Rook threw his head back and laughed. âPerhaps so! But that is precisely what makes the hunt all the more thrilling... Becoming immersed in oneâs role, getting lost in the story set out by the game!â
You couldnât tell if his smile was silly or scary.
PEW!
Rook jerked back, bringing you with him. The abrupt motion sent you careening into the huntsmanâs chest, barely leaving you any room to breathe. His grip on you tightened--and his eyes honed in on the canopies ahead of him.
You couldnât make anyone out--but Rook certainly could.
âBonjour, Monsieur Mastermind!â the huntsman called out. âCome to join us, have you?â
Silence.
Then--
PEW! PEW! PEW!
Jadeâs response came in the form of a rain of beans. Each and every single one of them aimed to take his opponent out.Â
âFufu. I see! So you, too, are deeply immersed in the hunt. However...â Rook turned and twirled, easily dodging the beans--at the expense of your dizziness. (You clung to his jacket, trying to reorient yourself with the spinning world.)Â â... Iâm afraid that it will not be that simple.â
Another pause--whether it was because Jade was reloading beans or reconsidering his next steps, you werenât sure. You would never find out, either--for Rook tucked you against him, and took off like the wind.
A monster stowing away to his castle, with a princess in tow.
Your heart picked up in pace again, eager for where the story would take you next.
Writing this, Iâve come to the conclusion that Mammon is the only thing keeping them all together and somewhat functional at this point. Without him, everything would devolve into even more chaos and all of them would be at each other's throats.
Lucifer
Itâs not much of a secret that Mammon is Luciferâs favorite brother. While Mammon may act impulsively and make bad decisions, heâs capable of being responsible and dependable if need be. He often acts like Luciferâs right hand man, taking over the role of oldest sibling and watching over the rest of his brothers whenever the eldest is busy. Despite their closeness in age, Luci also canât help but still see Mammon as his cute little baby brother. Mammon can honestly get away with so much by just showing Luci his best pleading puppy eyes look.
Leviathan
Leviathan and Mammonâs relationship is⊠complicated. Mammon is the brother that Levi finds himself feeling envious of the most often. He sees all the dumb, embarrassing mistakes Mammon makes and wants to laugh at him, only to remember how successful the second born is despite all that. Heâs attractive, heâs popular, heâs a professional model; all things that Levi feels like he could never be, while also feeling that Mammon doesnât deserve it. Regardless of the envy, Levi does still care a lot about Mammon, but he has a hard time expressing that or finding ways to actually spend time with his older brother.
Satan
Mammon and Satanâs relationship with each other used to be a lot closer than it is now. Mammon was the first to give Satan a chance, to trust him, to treat him like a person and not a threat. Even now, Mammon gives him a sense of security, knowing that he can rely on his older brother to provide comfort and support when needed. While Satan acts rather harshly towards Mammon in public, he really does care a lot about him. Even if they no longer share that original closeness, Satan canât imagine his family without Mammon there to stir up trouble and keep them together.
Asmodeus
Asmo and Mammon have a chaotic bond, to say the least. Half the time they act like they hate each other and the rest of the time they get along wonderfully. The two of them share quite a lot of interests, and often spend time together because they both happened to be going to the same place, anyway. Mammon always manages to see through his cheerful persona, and Asmo both loves and hates it. At the same time, Asmo often feels jealous of Mammon. He spends every waking moment of his day striving to make himself more perfect so others will love him, while Mammon constantly makes mistakes, yet is still popular and well loved.
Beelzebub
Beelzebub cares deeply for his family and loves all his brothers, and Mammon isnât an exception. He even admires Mammon at times, acknowledging how smart and caring he can be, despite how he acts. Beel knows how important of a role Mammon plays in keeping their family together, and heâs very grateful for it. He trusts Mammon almost as much as he does Lucifer, and if the first born isnât around, Beel looks towards Mammon for guidance without hesitation. He knows he can rely on his older brother if he ever needs to, and would often go to Mammon for comfort when his twin was locked away.
Belphegor
Belphie feels rather conflicted about Mammon, especially after certain⊠events⊠took place. Their relationship took a huge blow due to Belphieâs choices and he feels regretful, while also betrayed. Mammon chose a random human over his baby brother, yet Belphie also knows he caused all his brothers a lot of pain. Despite the rift, Mammon is still his older brother, the one who helped the twins deal with the physical consequences of their sins and the one who would often take the blame for Belphieâs mischief and face Luciferâs ire in his place. Belphie wants and craves to have that closeness and understanding again, but he has a hard time taking the first steps.
synopsis: the day at the performance hall quickly winds down to a close, but troubles are far from being over. your final gateway is blocked off by a crowd of crazed fans, but jack is willing to bear the burden of keeping you safe, so long as youâre willing to entrust yourself to him.
a/n: if ur new to my idol au, feel free to check out leonaâs part here so you can take everything from the top and understand whatâs going on!
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âThere you are, manager,â Jack remarked, glancing up from where he was waiting. You felt a bit dazed, stumbling through the performance hallâs back hallways as you made your way to where your ride would be waiting for you. Today had been a long day, given the strenuous amount of work youâve had to endure to make sure Savanaclawâs performance earlier in the day would go well, and you even had to go through a rather drastic reminder from Ruggie to both trust the idols but to also not hand out too much of your heart.
âHi,â you breathed, pinching the bridge of your nose to calm yourself. Whatever happened between the other members of the group and yourself was for you to hold onto, and you reminded yourself that you shouldnât let your own inexperience ruin whatever inkling of a relationship you had with Jack. âIâm sorry I took so long. Is our ride here?â
âDonât worry about it. I know that youâre busy with other things, and Iâm willing to wait for you,â he remarked, giving you a gruff nod. âIt looks like the van taking us back to headquarters is having difficulty getting here due to the fans obstructing the way, and we might have to walk all the way out to wherever it is. Itâs not like our ride can run over people or anything.â
You bit your lip. That wasnât good. It was never good whenever you couldnât properly get in touch with whoever was picking you up, and with most of the staff having left for the day, it would be dangerous to venture out into public where fans or ill-intentioned people could easily overrun the idols.
a/n: just like heartslabyul, thereâs a lot of stuff i wanted to add but couldnt, so hereâs my freehand dump pt 2 about ideas i had for idol au savanaclaw!
for new people: check out my fics for idol au savanaclaw from the start here!
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savanaclaw, the group:
savanaclaw began after farena inherited the idol group that the kingscholar family passed down through its generations, and betrayed at the fact that he wasnât chosen, leona chose to make an idol group with his own hands under night raven company.
he handpicks the idols he wants in his group, only choosing those with real ambitions and otherworldly talents to be his teammates, no matter how unconventional they may be or how much they may clash against one another.
the group is a super powerful one that constantly breaks the charts whenever they come back. theyâre associated with a more rougher image, but theyâre also super well known for their more emotional tracks and ballads thrown in every now and then.
obviously rivals with diasomnia, but their fanbases get along relatively well. many of them want a collaboration between the two groups, but those working for the idol groups know that that would be an absolute disaster.
savanaclaw also dominates any idol group sports competitions! theyâre not afraid to get a little rough and sweaty, and they take pride in the fact that theyâre willing to work hard and put their âpretty facesâ on the line, claiming that theyâre stronger that all of those âdelicate, good-for-nothing idolsâ out there.
i think it would be funny as hell to call the fandom âherbivoresâ, but thatâs kinda yucky đ€Ąđ€Ąđ€Ą so i decided to make it more of a personal nickname from leona to the manager/reader (aka i dont have a good idea for a fandom name so im gonna leave it to my big brain anons to beat ideas into me)
synopsis: ruggie presents himself as gift to you, someone you can indulge in and someone you can trust. but much like a metaphor for the idol world, ruggie holds more to himself than he lets on: a lesson youâre in to learn.
a/n: if ur new to my idol au, peep leonaâs part right here so you can get a bit of an idea as to whatâs going on in the savanaclaw arc! also this is heavily inspired by the infamous cookie scene from ouran so enjoy <3
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âAmazing performance, Ruggie! You must have worked hard to perfect the choreography for this song!â You cheered, welcoming the idol in his dressing room. A long day of stage performances and recording was finally over, and you took up the task of tending to each and every one of the Savanaclaw members all throughout the day, checking in on their condition as well as making sure that they had everything they needed to focus on giving it their all for their duties.
Ruggieâs ears perked up, twitching at the sound of your voice. His grey eyes sparkled at the sight of you, grinning brightly and waving at you. âAh, itâs you! The new manager, ey?â
âThatâd be me,â you laughed nervously, waving back. The wide dressing room was nearly empty, with most of the other staff having left to care for other idols or carry out other tasks. The final employee gave a curt nod at you, wrapping up their own duties in the room, before scurrying out.Â
You were alone with Ruggie. The blond idol seemed laid back, wiping away the sweat from all the dancing and performing, and kicking his feet up in his seat.Â
synopsis: what if, instead of heartslabyul, the group you were assigned to was none other than savanaclaw? given a group infamous for its wild yet emotional music, breaking down their apathetic leaderâs walls might be harder than it seemsâŠ
a/n: heehoo more idol au!! fim gonna have it so that the reader is assigned to be the manager for each dorm/group, that way i dont need to make some super convoluted plot to bring everything together in a linear fashion (if this makes any sense LMAO)
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Savanaclaw.
You had to be living under a rock to not have heard of the name. Scratch that, you had to be living on an abandoned island to not have heard of the name.
An idol group at the top of the entertainment industry, there was no one out there who could resist the rough-and-tumble charm of Savanaclaw. They had it all: exciting music that could touch even the coldest of people, a performance style so jarring and unconventional that it always swept away audiences, and three stunning members that made anyoneâs heart throb.
You didnât know if it was nerves or disbelief that kept you stuck in your place, mere seconds away from passing out and moving on into whatever next life there was. Your eyes shook, your hands sweaty and clammy, and your knees locking against each other every other minute.
Just a few feet ahead of you, sprawled listlessly on the ground of the idol headquarter buildingâs hallway, was none other than the leader of the group you had just been assigned to manage. His eyelids were firmly shut, his lips pressed into a thin line that resembled a scowl, and his legs were crossed. One over the other, with his hands folded behind his head in a makeshift pillow, he was the spitting image of indulgence.
synopsis: what if, instead of heartslabyul, the group you were assigned to was none other than savanaclaw? given a group infamous for its wild yet emotional music, breaking down their apathetic leaderâs walls might be harder than it seemsâŠ
a/n: heehoo more idol au!! fim gonna have it so that the reader is assigned to be the manager for each dorm/group, that way i dont need to make some super convoluted plot to bring everything together in a linear fashion (if this makes any sense LMAO)
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Savanaclaw.
You had to be living under a rock to not have heard of the name. Scratch that, you had to be living on an abandoned island to not have heard of the name.
An idol group at the top of the entertainment industry, there was no one out there who could resist the rough-and-tumble charm of Savanaclaw. They had it all: exciting music that could touch even the coldest of people, a performance style so jarring and unconventional that it always swept away audiences, and three stunning members that made anyoneâs heart throb.
You didnât know if it was nerves or disbelief that kept you stuck in your place, mere seconds away from passing out and moving on into whatever next life there was. Your eyes shook, your hands sweaty and clammy, and your knees locking against each other every other minute.
Just a few feet ahead of you, sprawled listlessly on the ground of the idol headquarter buildingâs hallway, was none other than the leader of the group you had just been assigned to manage. His eyelids were firmly shut, his lips pressed into a thin line that resembled a scowl, and his legs were crossed. One over the other, with his hands folded behind his head in a makeshift pillow, he was the spitting image of indulgence.
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