𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: (anon) Can I request an Ouri x reader? Where Ouri requests Utage for housekeeping for the third time, but she ends up being double booked, so reader, a friend and coworker of hers has to cover her shift for Ouri. And reader’s Ouri’s obsessed fangirl. So basically Ouri getting his very own crazed fan like the rest of the group.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Ouri Sakaguchi x fem!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.413
This was the third time the F/ACE royal found himself pacing around the small living space when the clock was about to strike 5 p.m., waiting in hopes of hearing the doorbell ring, turning the doorknob and seeing Utage standing on the other side.
The other two previous attempts at hiring Utage's housekeeping services (as an excuse to see her, of course) had failed miserably and had led to a plethora of thoughts that went from infuriated to dejected: "how busy can she actually be? tsk, idiot", "that poor excuse of a human... Tamon is holding her hostage in his place 24/7. Someone should call the police on that creep", "what's it about him that makes her want him despite knowing the truth?", "why won't she come to me?". This time, however, his skimming of the confirmation email following a short call with the company's secretary had ignited a feeble flame of hope, making him grow anxious in anticipation.
*ding dong*
Breaking news: the feeble flame had suddenly turned into a large-scale wildfire.
That two-second sound made him jump out of his seat and bolt towards the door. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, mentally checking that his hair was stylishly in place and that a curated remix of his idol persona and his true self was all ready to go. Once he made sure he could keep his cool, he proceeded to unlock the door.
"Huh?! you're not kinoshita-san. Who the hell are you?!"
"Good afternoon, sir. As the email mentioned, my friend and coworker Kinoshita-san is unfortunately double-booked , so I have come here as a replacement. Please rest assured that I will work as diligently as she would. Here is my company ID for you to confirm that I am an actual employee of the cleaning company you contacted. We apologize for any inconveniences." Looking up from the bowing position she had assumed out of politeness, the girl saw how his blue eyes stared down at the piece of plastic as if it had personally offended him just by existing.
"The fuck ?!? The email clearly said she-"
As if expecting him to make that point, she swiftly took out her phone with the email in it for him to revise. Upon further reading, it turns out it did contain an explicit mention of the girl's conflicting schedules and how another housekeeper would be sent his way unless he canceled the service. Apparently, merely by seeing her name and the date confirmation written there, his brain had made up a whole separate scenario and deemed unnecessary a more careful inspection.
Anything synonym to "uncomfortable" would fit in a description of the atmosphere. Completely drenched in shame and self-hatred, the idol could not make himself say anything, not even attempt to let out any of the thousands of swearwords he usually hollered when in gorilla mode.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." Squeezing through a flabbergasted Ouri and the doorframe, she made her way inside.
His temperamental nature infused him with enough rage to snap out of his daze and go in search of the woman with the most audacity he had ever had the misfortune to encounter. "OI, WAIT A DAMN MINUTE"
He stopped dead in his tracks at the realization that, while he got his shit together outside, she had welcomed herself right in and: found the vacuum, sorted all the trash he was too busy to recycle, distributed her cleaning products by the room in which she would make use of them, and started cleaning the dining room floor.
Okay. That's impressive as shit. Was she a robot programmed to do chores at inhumane speed? Had she acquired superpowers from exposure to radiation? Whatever the case may be, perhaps the presence of this psycho was tolerable for the sake of his apartment being left spotless in no more than an hour.
And that's how Ouri Sakaguchi began his new life with a housekeeper.
A silent room was okay. Silence in general was more than okay. Silence pleasantly contrasted with the music bass being blasted on full volume during uncountable hours of rehearsal, the screams of cheering crowds in every event on his overflowing schedule and the many cars cruising by in typical urban rush. Ouri really liked silence. This silence, though? deeply unsettling to say the least. It was day six of her coming every other day and god, weren't things awkward as hell!
A young idol worshipped by millions, humiliated and intimidated in his own home? He seriously needed to put a stop to this nonsense; she was working for him and this was his place, he should stop being so childish and start acting as if there were nobody else roaming around.
With all the gathered courage on as armor, he moved from the comfort of his room towards the kitchen where she was currently doing the dishes. He tried to sit as casually as possible at the kitchen table, face resting against one hand while the other pretended to scroll through an app he would not be able to name if asked with how little attention he was paying to the screen.
Because he was actually staring at her. Had a stranger witnessed this, they would have dismissed this behavior as merely spacing out, a clear case of absent-mindedness and perhaps a pinch of grumpiness. However, that stare followed her every move with intent and sought refuge in the rest of elements within the room whenever he suspected he could be caught red-handed like in a game of hide-and-seek.
As much as it pained him to recognize it, there was no use in denying he felt at least somewhat compelled to her. He was used to girls swooning over him flashing a smile or fixing his deep sea blue hair, but this one did not show the least interest in his presence. Ugh, this strange need to make her pay attention to him was so infuriating, like an itch you just can't seem to reach and scratch. At least Utage passionately scolded him whenever he dared to insult her all-powerful god Tamon. Could it be that she was simply not familiar with pop music? That would mean she would not know F/ACE nor his charming idol persona...
"Ahem"
"AHEM"
His fake throat clearing finally caught her attention over the music playing on her noise-cancelling earbuds. "Is there anything you need, mister Sakaguchi?"
"Do you even know what I do for a living?"
"Should I?" Oh, a bit of tease in her voice, he thought, this is looking good already.
No sooner had the young woman turned around than Ouri went full Idol Mode: cheeks covered with a soft shade of red, tender eyes overflowing with tiny shiny stars and neon hearts, bright smile and playful giggles as cherries on top, the whole package basically. He came closer to her, to the point of having her body cornered between him and the sink. "Don't you know I'm Ouri, the prince of F/ACE? I could make you my princess if you dare accept the crown"
Since part one of his plan was already done, it was now time to contemplate the effect it had had on her. While he did not expect her to pass out from excitement, the usually venerated public figure was NOT prepared for such a... neutral? facial expression. He stepped back, reverting to his annoyed natural state once defeat was accepted.
"Whatever, you wouldn't know sophisticated seduction if it hit you in the face!"
He assumed the interaction was over and started to make his way back to his bed to rot peacefully in frustration, but he decided to stay in place once her breath showed signs of her having something to say. "Please be sensible and never do anything similar again. I am your cleaner after all, if I must remind you... "
"I uhm, I deeply apologize. I never meant to make you uncomfortable, yknow" He was not one to admit fault that quickly, but the sight of her back turned on him while delivering that message in such a tone somehow made him want to crawl out of his skin.
Time passed excruciatingly slow but her time to clock out still arrived. He bid her goodbye and got a glimpse of how, while taking her leave, one hand was covering half her face and feeble noises came out of her, something similar to stifled sobs.
He assumed their conversation had not been to his employee's liking, for the next day he spotted a pair of earphones covering the girl's ear canals. She was dusting the shelves full of performative decoration he had never spared much thought to, as he despised spending time in that apartment. The pastel blue apron she always wore had two front pockets that were by no means to be trusted with things bigger than a pack of tissues. At one moment, she was standing on her tiptoes to reach that last speck of dust left in the whole piece of furniture when her phone dropped. It was no big deal to Ouri's reflexes, which caught the device before it reached the floor.
As it had slipped while unlocked, Ouri caught a glimpse of what song was currently making her unconsciously do a little dance while performing her duties around the house.
"So, what were you doing listening to Sweet Magic? After our conversation I thought you didn't care about F/ACE. Hold on, were you making some of the moves from the MV?!?!?" The smugness in his tone was evident even without seeing the gigantic smirk plastered on his face.
"I simply wanted to see for myself what the fuss was all about"
The playfulness with which he had started this conversation faded in an instant, and in it's place remained a desire to know her actual thoughts. He tried to convey his genuine interest by softening his features. "And? How did you find it?"
She held his stare one second longer than usual, but then the clock decided to burst their little bubble by announcing the end of her working hours. Their hands got a brief taste of each other's warmth when she took her phone from his grip and, granting him a gentle smile and the most endearing airy laugh, she turned on her heels. "I'll see you on Monday, mister-"
"I told you to call me Ouri, idiot"
"Hahaha, right. Well then good night, Ouri" was the last thing that was heard before the door shut, blocking the sight of her walking away as well as the air from entering his lungs.
The song, her cute expressions, the way his name fell off her lips oh so sweetly, the ice wall that had existed between them seemingly starting to melt, the way her eyes talked to him. All this was way too much to handle for a heart that was only used to anger and dejection, so it did not take long for the shortness of breath to appear. He screamed silently, fearing she would still be within hearing distance, and his hair was being teared out as another consequence of extreme frustration. His next move had him crouching down, as if in excruciating pain. In that moment, one thought and one thought only remained in his mind:
"more"
"I want more"
"I want you to praise me"
"and I want you to do it all the time"
" more, please"
Ouri firmly believed he was losing it.
On the one hand, he was glad he was no longer fixating on Utage; he made peace with the fact that his obsessive need to possess the most precious thing in Tamon's life was a clear self-esteem issue he had mistaken for something else. Now the problem resided in the fact that he often found himself thinking about a person that was very hard to decipher. And yes, that person was the housekeeper he had been assigned to a bit more than a month ago.
At first, he believed to have many reasons to conclude she hated his guts, idol or not. But then, strange things began to happen whenever she was on shift. Small details that perhaps she thought went unnoticed. But he did see everything.
One time Ouri came back late from rehearsal in state of starvation and asked her whether she could whip up something real quick. She put herself to work after one nod and in the blink of an eye she had prepared a mouthwatering sweet treat. She retired for the day and he proceeded to devour her creation in peace; after one of the first bites he registered that was his favorite dessert, a fact he had not shared prior to this. He got weirded out for a second, but then reasoned it was the obvious thing to bake with the ingredients he had left in the pantry.
He decided to let that go, but then he caught her listening to yet another F/ACE song, this time deciding to remain silent and settle for observing from a distance. The list of similar occurrences kept on growing and they gave way to something that was making Ouri's heart to forget what a normal heartbeat felt like, with all the palpitations he was suffering. Was he one step closer to earning a place in her heart?
What was driving him the most crazy was the way the two had fallen into some sort of domestic routine (discussing what he should wear to whatever filming he had scheduled the following day, going on grocery shopping trips, redecorating the place together after her shift to "make it feel more lived-in" as she liked to put it, and a thousand more things that screamed ROMANTIC), the way she showed eagerness to connect with him only to backtrack the next second, like she had momentarily forgotten that accepting his advances was clearly unlawful.
The "ping" of a notification was what finally brought Ouri back to reality, cutting short the deep thought he was lost in. Fuck, a fan event that would take up all his day, which meant he would not be able to sit around the apartment and indulge in his favorite activity: chase her figure around with his gaze, waiting for the perfect time to engage in one of their initially awkward yet captivating conversations that were almost guaranteed to result in someone blushing. Never in a million years would Ouri have imagined he'd look forward to spending more time in that shithole than what was strictly necessary.
Despite everything that had been going on between them, the young man tried not to let his heart indulge in the fantasies where she fell for him for too long; she had met his B-side first and his made-up personality had had zero effect on her, so how could that disastrous chain of events lead to him getting the girl? Maybe Ouri needed to settle as a friend for the time being and rethink his strategy long-term, or should he just give up altogether? His dilemma would have to wait, because popstar duty called!
Ouri might suck at expressing his real feelings and interacting with people in a non-threatening way, but he was no idiot. He was awfully aware of his yearning for his own Utage, not her per se but the idea of someone devoting themselves to not only his on-stage presence, but also to the rough version that comes alive when the flashes are off.
Maybe, if he focused all his efforts on becoming a version of himself worthy of her love, then perhaps that stranger who had charmed him so easily could feel compelled to fill her heart and mind with everything that he is. He did not wish to mold her into anything, he lost his mind on the daily about her already. He simply wanted her to enter his world and, amongst all the options everyone seemed to always favor, he desired for her to not even spare them a glance and run straight to him and choose him.
"Ouri?"
No famous parents. No Tamon, or Natsuki, or Keito, or Kai. Him, only him. That's-
"Ouri?" Once his view stopped being blurry, his eyes landed on a photocard of himself and an expecting fan shaking with excitement.
"Oh please excuse me pretty, what were you saying?"
"It's okay! God what a beautiful smile, never drop it! I just wanted your autograph on this and on my T-shirt and on this CD"
"Sure thing! Let's also take a photo!"
"Fuck, I just can't concentrate on the event! I keep going back to... I'm always messing up but I can't afford to do that right now"
Hours passed by and finally the event came to an end.
"Heeyyy, thanks for the hard work, everyone. I'm gonna take a break outside before we leave if it's no problem" And without letting the organizing committee get a word in, he rushed through the back door to catch some breaths of fresh air, hoping to regain control over his mind. But something way more entertaining than some breathing exercises took his attention off the issue.
He couldn't help but snoop around at the minimal sign of confrontation. Three girls with his merch were crowding someone and yelling at them. He stood as close as he could without outing his whereabouts and that's when he saw it.
A tear-stained, trembling version of the object of his desires, staring at the floor looking down without any attempts of defending herself against the insults of the group.
"I can't believe a weirdo like you thinks it could be remotely interesting to Ouri-sama"
"Yeah I mean it's embarrassing how you thought we'd let you in and poison his handsome body with your disgustingly cheap caloric bomb. Homemade? I don't think so. Anyways we're glad you stayed right here, on the floor, like the trash you are-"
"HEY YOU JERKS, LEAVE HER ALONE!" The girls turned around to confront whoever was trying to intimidate them, but their plan was cut short when their eyes took in the sight of a fuming guy in a gorilla mask sprinting towards them. Given the situation ahead of them, the bullies decided that a timely retreat was their best option and ran off down a nearby alley.
The singer's heart was pounding from the sudden physical effort and the ire at the scene he had conveniently interrupted, factors also preventing his labored breath from evening. The sniffling figure beside him tugged his pants to catch his attention. "I- I really appreciate it but, w-why did you defend me? Do I know you? That would be so embarrassing-"
He needed answers and he needed them immediately. The mask fell off, revealing a pair of electric blue eyes the girl was unfortunately familiar with.
"Oi, stop talking like that, you did nothing wrong. Those idiotic creatures are at fault." Though he had decided to comfort her first (in his own way), something still sat wrong with him. " But why weren't you defending yourself?" He could not believe that the housekeeper who would boss him around and act so collected and calm would sit there and just take such verbal abuse from randoms. It kinda pissed him off but he contained his opiniated comment so as to not upset her any further. "Wait a second, what are you doing here?" Upon further observation, he almost fainted when he realized she was full in Ouri merch. "WAIT A SECOND, WHAT ARE YOU DOIN' HERE DRESSED LIKE THAT?!?!?! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?"
Her jaw hit the floor the second the gorilla man turned out to be her employer; the questions were augmenting her desire to be swollen by the ground beneath her feet.
"Aren't you gonna answer me?"
Silence. Another kind of silence that made Ouri's stomach turn.
"I'm aware you think I didn't know who you were when I started working for you. I did that on purpose. Not even Utage knows I'm a F/ACE stan, yknow. My plan was to create an even more exaggerated version of my work persona, a kind of robot whose only job was to clean and leave. I honestly can't believe I made it past the first weeks, my heart was never able to stay still and I feared you would be able to tell from the other side of the house haha" An attempt of a chuckle was thrown into the narration as the girl reminisced. "I had everything under control, at least until you... until you..."
"Until I started to chase you... But I don't get it. If you're such a fan and you have picked up on my intentions, how come you have yet to accept my feelings? Why are you pushing me away and keeping this secret?"
"I discovered your band as soon as you debuted. I watched all the video blogs, the interviews, I bought the magazines and every piece of merch I could afford. I even decided to participate in a fan event. But unfortunately my experience was not very pleasant; not only did the people in my life mocked me for it, but even the other participants of the event left me out of it, as if I was not allowed in their world, in your universe. And so from that day on I decided to keep to myself. And now I was trying to get someone about to enter the event to hand you this piece of cake; you can see how that turned out. But you gotta understand! How could I ever reciprocate your feelings? Losing you would be the end of me, I'd rather settle with the dream of you. That's safe and that's how it's supposed to be."
Ouri was a mess; his hair disheveled, tears running down his cheeks and a frown so deep it seemed like it would remain on his face forever. He made several attempts at speaking but none were successful. One last deep breath allowed him to assemble his thoughts into coherent words.
"I'm here and I'm real. Your love as a fan was already enough and precious, no one should have messed with that. But now I'm here by your side, the real deal, and I'm never letting you go. Because I see myself in you but I also see everything that I'm not, and I adore that. Fuck what's safe and fuck what's supposed to be. We'll prove to all the tasteless fools who wronged us that we are the greatest team the world has ever seen."
"Please let me kiss you. I might die if I don't in the next three seconds-"
The idol needed to beg no longer, for the fan kneeling at his feet rose up to grant him his wish.
"Just so you have been warned; I'm actually pretty crazy, especially when it comes to you"
"You have no idea how good that sounds to me"
(some weeks later)
"Um, where is the bathroom?" This was Sakaguchi's second visit to her apartment, so he was still feeing a bit shy. The first time, he had barely seen past the hall, since they were only there to grab her coat and leave immediately for the train.
"It's an ensuite! Go to my room" His girlfriend answered from the kitchen where she was fixing some drinks.
He felt up the wall to find the light switch and after a second the space lit up; the furniture, the color of the walls, the trinkets and paintings, all the elements present screamed "HER". He got giddy surrounded by her essence and scent, but he quickly shook his head and forced himself to focus on the mission at hand.
On the short walk from the door to the bathroom, he tripped over one of his untied shoes. After a moment, he decided to get up and take this humiliation to the grave. But before he could move on with his life, he noticed a blue box with his name under the bed. Ever since their messy confession, she had opened up to him and he couldn't be happier about it. However, this exact thing had not come up in any conversation, and a wicked smile formed on his face; while she showed her more fangirl side to him and he loved teasing her and pretending to be scared, she was still one one calling the shots and he still obeyed like a good boy. He dragged the box and placed it right before him and opened it.
Photos. Magazines. CDs. His version of the collab F/ACE did with that perfume brand. His fan. An array of blue objects (for aesthetic purposes, he assumed). Photocards. A lightstick. A nendoroid looking exactly like him? A- wait, was that a wrapping of the cookies he kept at home?! And under it was one of the shopping lists he wrote. And hey! He could clearly see the t-shirt she swore had been unable to take one more trip inside the washing machine due to its advanced age.
Before he could dig deeper into the treasure chest, a powerful presence materialized right behind him. His neck turned very slowly until his eyes met hers. A dark halo and a very strange glow in her gaze made her almost unrecognizable. Beads of sweat fell down his face while the lump in his throat refused to leave.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh hi babe"
"Oh hi handsome"
"Hello"
"You're holding my stuff"
"Hello my beautiful girlfriend"
"I see you found it. My Ouri collection."
"And I feel incredibly flattered. But why the wrapping?"
"It's from my first day working for you, I could not just go home without something to commemorate!" Her demeanor changed and turned into a much more characteristic softness. "You know I don't care about you snooping around, I just don't want to scare you off hahaha"
"Quit that shit! You know I'd never be such a pussy" He got really annoyed whenever she would said shit like that.
"... don't say that before finding the shrine"
"the what now?"
A closet door creaks behind him, giving way to a life-sized cardboard cutout of the idol falling on him.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH"
"Stop being such a drama queen, we're gonna be late to our double date with Tamon and Utage"
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH"
Don't mind his screaming. He's right where he wants to be.
okay people, these past few days have been very anxiety-inducing (uni projects, family issues, a relative being sent to the hospital) and it saddens me cus I am almost (two scenes left) done with the veeeery long ouri request. Since I'm very slowly starting to get back on my feet, I wanted (for the first time in this blog) to give you a little taste of the story to keep the hype alive (if it's not dead already hahaha). Soooo, here you go! (can't tag the person since it's an anonymous request, hope it reaches them! if not that's okayy I'll reply to the inbox message when the whole thing is out).
This was the third time the F/ACE royal found himself pacing around the small living space when the clock was about to strike 5 p.m., waiting in hopes of hearing the doorbell ring, turning the doorknob and seeing Utage standing on the other side.
The other two previous attempts at hiring Utage's housekeeping services (as an excuse to see her, of course) had failed miserably and had led to a plethora of thoughts that went from infuriated to dejected: "how busy can she actually be? tsk, idiot", "that poor excuse of a human... Tamon is holding her hostage in his place 24/7. Someone should call the police on that creep", "what's it about him that makes her want him despite knowing the truth?", "why won't she come to me?". This time, however, his skimming of the confirmation email following a short call with the company's secretary had ignited a feeble flame of hope, making him grow anxious in anticipation.
*Ding dong*
Breaking news: the feeble flame had suddenly turned into a large-scale wildfire.
That two-second sound made him jump out of his seat and bolt towards the door. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, mentally checking that his hair was stylishly in place and that a curated remix of his idol persona and his true self was all ready to go. Once he made sure he could keep his cool, he proceeded to unlock the door.
"Huh?! you're not kinoshita-san. Who the hell are you?!"
"Good afternoon, sir. As the email mentioned, my coworker Kinoshita-san is unfortunately double-booked , so I have come here as a replacement. Please rest assured that I will work as diligently as she would. Here is my company ID for you to confirm that I am an actual employee of the cleaning company you contacted. We apologize for any inconveniences." Looking up from the bowing position she had assumed, the girl saw how his blue eyes stared down at the piece of plastic as if it had personally offended him just by existing.
"The fuck ?!? The email clearly said she-"
As if expecting him to make that point, she swiftly took out her phone with the email in it for him to revise. Upon further reading, it turns out it did contain an explicit mention of the girl's conflicting schedules and how another housekeeper would be sent his way unless he canceled the service. Apparently, merely by seeing her name and the date confirmation written there, his brain had made up a whole separate scenario and deemed unnecessary a more careful inspection.
Anything synonym to "uncomfortable" would fit in a description of the atmosphere. Completely drenched in shame and self-hatred, the idol could not make himself say anything, not even attempt to let out any of the thousand swearwords he usually hollered when in gorilla mode.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." Squeezing through a flabbergasted Ouri and the doorframe, she made her way inside.
His temperamental nature infused him with enough rage to snap out of his daze and go in search of the woman with the most audacity he had ever had the misfortune to encounter. "OI, WAIT A DAMN MINUTE"
He stopped dead in his tracks at the realization that, while he got his shit together outside, she had welcomed herself right in and: found the vacuum, sorted all the trash he was too busy to recycle, distributed her cleaning products by the room in which she would make use of them, and started cleaning the dining room floor.
Okay. That's impressive as shit. Was she a robot programmed to do chores at inhumane speed? Had she acquired superpowers from exposure to radiation? Whatever the case may be, perhaps the presence of this psycho was tolerable for the sake of his apartment being left spotless in no more than an hour.
And that's how Ouri Sakaguchi began his new life with a housekeeper.
To anyone who has interacted with my Tamon post, thanks a lot and stay tuned!!! 😚 A veeeeery nice Ouri request is getting ready to be published hehehe (and many other ideas are being explored in my drafts)
I've just finished the anime adaptation and I'm about to start reading the manga 🙂↕️ so my brain is filled with this and this only
Tagging: @rafayelism @rat-puppie @denpa-dere @love-caleb @punk-spic3y @lumi-lex (no pressure!) AND everyone who sees this I wanna see u guys cos this picrew is so pretty <3
🏁 thank you for the tag my rosie !!! this was as sm fun hehe - no pressure at all to play but tagging: @rafayelsheart @bfbkg @peachversace @ltadoriyuujl @nitroheart <3
@nitroheart thank you so so so so much for the tag!
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you don't have to do this picrew if you don't want to. however, if you want to, and you see yourself not tagged, then go ahead and have fun with it! just @ me, then, like always :>
I loved this picrew @breakdawn-avenue !!! Here is an actually faithful representation of what I look like hahaha :D
Fun fact: I used to have a labret piercing! And that is to this day the coolest I've ever looked. Problem came when I had to undergo surgery and unfortunately the perforation closed up while I was recovering and it did not fit back in 💔 Still, I'm really comfortable in my current style too hehe (I am obsessed with my purple hair <3).
Anyone who sees this is more than welcome to join and create their own!!!
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Both of your PR teams have come up with a masterplan to raise the public's interest: a fake rivalry between you and Tamon. In this situation, with lovers being disguised as "enemies", the sensitive pink-haired boy can't help but spiral.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Tamon Fukuhara x gn! idol! reader
"So tell us, how do you find F/ACE's latest single? Although all members are going all out for its promo, Tamon seems especially confident on the song being the ultimate tune to charm the fans and bring that award home"
Every single member in the audience leaned forward in their seats, waiting expectantly for your answer. Your media training allowed you to fill in the gap in the most satisfactory way possible: a teasing answer that's not offensive but which clearly shows the tension between you and the other idol, only to finish with a swift deviation of the topic towards your own projects. Simple, yet elegant and most importantly, effective. Quick whispering erupted in the room, which later on spread like the plague on social media.
After filming some more interviews and the finals scenes of your daily vlogs, the other members of your group left for the dorms while you stayed behind. Once your phone recognized your face, you wasted no time on the thousands of notifications and opened the messaging app to check on your boyfriend; just like you, he had much filming scheduled for the day.
you: how was your day?
tamon <3: I've appeared on a bunch of talk shows and I've had to say things I don't mean about you.
tamon <3: I'm tired and I feel like trash.
you: I know, baby. Hold on a little longer, you're doing great.
tamon <3: You must hate me more each day. I'm so pathetic.
you: don't be silly, I love you. We're okay and you're the most amazing boyfriend I could ask for ;) see you soon
You locked you phone once again and sighed as if, by exhaling deep and slow, you could rid your muscles of all the strain in them. This whole make-believe friction imposed by the agencies was taking a toll on you, but not as much as it did on Tamon. You were more than aware of how he projected a persona onto the world, only for the mask to fall once offstage. This dichotomy was initially shocking, not because of the act itself, of course (you, as an idol, are not 100% yourself while at work either), but because of the extreme shift from self-confident heartthrob to sad self-loathing puddle on the floor.
Ever since you became a couple, you tried to be gentle about it, reassuring him about your feelings and giving words of affirmation for him to repeat. Unfortunately, this stupid ploy was throwing away all progress being made and it was seriously pissing you off.
He chastised himself for not fighting back, but he could not be blamed for wanting to keep on growing as an artist along his bandmates and to make fans happy. If advancing towards his dream meant obeying some menacing big fishes, then so be it. You were not particularly happy about it either, but this is one of the disadvantages of the job.
Thanks to your mediating with the managers, both of you would have to go along with it only until the Idol Awards gala; then, you would be free to present your relationship in a more amicable light. This agreement may sound bizarre for an idol to achieve against such influential enterprises, but both agencies were terrified of your strong-willed self and your team was especially worried about losing you the moment you detected a slightly higher level of coercion.
The days began to pass by and the F/ACE member seemed sadder by the minute. His internal monologue played self-deprecating messages nonstop about how the fake hatred you presented to the fans was starting to become real and how sooner than later he would find himself all alone once more while you fell in love with some better guy with whom to laugh at him. The worst part is that he wouldn't even blame you for it, it was simply the natural course of things in his understanding.
The breaking point was reached when you were sent to host some random internet games in which other artists participated as well. The challenges consisted in a series of mini competitions of both physical ability and intellect; some excelled because of their strength and brought a comical tone to the thinking activities with their cluelessness and vice versa. The man you had been paired up with being described as flirtatious was not the half of it! He was relentless in his never-ending attempts at seducing you, yet you remained professional while trying to keep your distance. At some point, seeing the little success he was having in his endeavor, he devised a new plan: criticizing Tamon so you would have something to bond over.
Your face then contorted in a way that is simply unexplainable. And that's when he knew. He'd fucked up.
Back in Tamon's place, the poor cleaner was trying her best to do her job without looking towards the depressed youngster laying on his futon, completely covered in blankets. Jealousy, poor self-esteem and work stress were all running through his head; the following day he had to perform live and he was in no mood to give his best to the fans. You haven't had time to see each other so he was running on sporadic text messages and occasional videocalls. The stream had ended almost two hours ago and he had not heard back from you-
*BANG*
"TAMON FUKUHARA!"
Never in his 18 years had he gotten up as quickly as when you screamed his name after having opened the door with a herculean strength you normally did not possess. You eyes were fuming and your loud stepping did nothing to appease him.
"YOU-"
Oh dear, here you went. "The end of us" he thought to himself, the end of him more like.
"-ARE-"
He pressed his eyes shut, as if he were to collide with a meteor at full speed.
"TOO CUTE FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!"
"...huh?"
"I thought you were having some trouble handling the whole rivals thing but I did not think you were eating instant ramen only again or that you were thinking such awful things about me, about us."
"wait, how did you know?"
"the lady helping you with the apartment, I gave her my number in case anything happened and I was not here for you. And thank goodness I did! She heard you sobbing about the guy from the internet show and I. HE'S A JERK! The moment he opened his mouth to talk shit about you, I told him to fuck off and that I was perfectly happy by your side. So oopsie I guess! hahaha. Don't worry, we'll get out of this unharmed. Pinkie promise."
"Yknow, I've tried to approach this in different, clearly unsuccessful ways. Now I know exactly what you need."
Completely dumbfounded he stayed in place in order to receive what you had deemed as the remedy to his situation.
"AGRESSIVE AFFECTION!" the announcement was followed by a barrage of kisses which covered his entire face. Simultaneously, your arms had assumed their usual position around his shoulders; your hands intertwining behind the neck momentarily before delving into his pastel pink hair with caresses.
"You are a god for all those girls, never doubt their loyalty. And most importantly, never think twice about whether I will leave you for anyone or anything, because the answer will always be: no. I melt for that grin and those kisses you throw towards the bleaches when you're singing with that angelic voice, but I adore you just the same when we get here and your true self comes out. I. love. you." Your foreheads rested against each other and the message seemed to go through.
You thought you saw a single tear slipping through his left cheek when, all of a sudden, he was all over you making the both of you fall. His troubled breath began to fluster you, but you had no chance to act on it, for he then lifted his gaze to meet yours. Oh god, he was ready to eat the stage. He was ready to devour you.
"I need you in the audience tomorrow. I'll dedicate every song to you. My sweetheart, always knowing exactly what their man needs..."
You could not wait for that concert, or perhaps you were feeling even more restless for what would come after. That's a secret between you, him and the backstage walls.
* this is a (reworked) older quiz of mine ! ^.^ it includes 13 results. remember not to get too devastated if you don’t get your favorite guy— quizzes can only be so accurate!!
just a friendly new year’s eve reminder that if you accepted a challenge from a green knight this time last year you’re due tomorrow at the green chapel to get beheaded. time to get a move on
just thinking about pro hero! shōto todoroki as a dad...
pro hero! shōto todoroki thought he had misheard the words "we're gonna have a baby" with how quietly they slipped out of your mouth right before he got started with dinner that night.
At first, pro hero! shōto todoroki was scared of being a horrible father, but those fears were quickly put to rest by you, who continuously went on about the infinite number of reasons why you could not have chosen a better father for your children and how he deserved every good thing life had to offer. Instead of dread, anticipation and an insane amount of fondness took over him at the thought of his little one growing in your belly.
pro hero and dad! shōto todoroki who is VERY good at achieving a healthy work-life balance. Still, he knows that it's not always possible to be the one who saves everyone and a normal father.
pro hero and dad! shōto todoroki who somehow gets even hotter after his daughter's birth.
Seeing that hunky man holding such a fragile creature in his arms does something to you that is simply impossible to put into words. Since the general public tends to have functioning eyes as well, their reactions do not differ in the slightest... Everyone is obsessed with the newest dilf in Japan!
Every news outlet is on the hunt for a picture of pro hero and dad! shōto todoroki performing the most mundane tasks like shopping for diapers or baby formula while wearing a baby carrier or strolling around the park with his cute little family (sometimes joined by Natsuo or Fuyumi).
He is very strict about ensuring his family's privacy and security, so he decides how much he shares with the public. No one dares to mess with pro hero and dad! shōto todoroki.
pro hero and dad! shōto todoroki whose greatest achievement, besides getting to be the kind of hero he had always dreamed of, is to have found a partner whose love is pure warmth and comfort, no room for hatred or any ridiculous sense of duty when thinking about having children of their own.
Feeling as proud as he does, he wastes no chance to bring up his baby girl and the person who's responsible for half of her in every answer he gives to interviewers. Despite being quite the reserved hero, he makes sure the world knows how blissful his life at home is.
There is not a single person who does not melt at the sight of the all-powerful pro hero and dad! shōto todoroki being all smiley and care-free whenever your name or the little one's enters the conversation.
pro hero and dad! shōto todoroki may be number two in the hero rankings, but he thinks himself number one when it comes to being lucky in life.
