writing gay shit

Call me blue, if you want. i'm 28 & very not new to tumblr, or writing fanfics/AUs, or being in fandom. Not sure if this will get NSFW but anything NSFW will be tagged as such (#nsfw) and hidden beneath a read more cut. Minors please dni with that content

my other interests are Twice (i am truly an ot9 bias) and being a huge lesbian. Chat with me about anything if you want!

AUs:

Sunlight Fam AU - AU where Miyeong lived. Celine and Miyeong raise Rumi together and fall in love. Eventually they’ll get Mira and Zoey and live as a big happy demon-killing family.

polytrix fam au - Polytrix are married, having a kid, and Celine (and Zoerumi) will be damned if she lets Miyeong situation happen all over again.

Rumi is ripped. she’s not like BULKY per se but every muscle is perfect, sculpted, and strong. personally i think her back would be sooooooooo hot. she takes the gym very seriously

Miyeong fidgeted nervously.

She’d explained to Rumi days ago – enough time for the girl to adjust to the idea, she hoped – that Mira would be coming home with them on weekdays starting today. Rumi had reacted… fine to the idea; lukewarm. Miyeong and Celine had explained that Mira would be a trainee with Sunlight and only that. They both agreed that revealing to Rumi that Mira was chosen by the Honmoon before the arrangement had even started put too much pressure on their not-yet-existent friendship.

Miyeong couldn’t help the pang of guilt. Rumi had told them that the two of them weren’t friends, that Mira had been mean to her in the past. How betrayed must she feel that Miyeong had then gone and promised the extra room in her house to Mira for four nights a week? But Rumi was such a good kid – she hadn’t gotten angry. She’d only nodded and said she understood. If Mira was going to be a Sunlight trainee, it made sense (and she was too young to know that it didn’t – there’s no reason an employee of a company should ever be staying in their bosses’ house, and with all of the horrible abuse coming to light lately about the Kpop industry the optics were abysmal - but Miyeong tried to remind herself this was by no means a normal situation).

Celine had been incredulous when Miyeong had opened her mouth on the call and let that one fly, nearly a month ago now.

“Sunlight actually can offer room and board, too.” Miyeong heard herself say it before she could stop. Celine’s eyes went wide as saucers, but Miyeong plowed on. “We can offer the same arrangement as the school currently does, and it would be free of charge. An investment. We keep Mira on weekdays and drop her at your residence on Friday nights. We’ll pick her up for school Mondays as well. I will personally look after her.”

It was a humongous leap of faith and it was essentially offering themselves up to raising a second child four days out of the week. Miyeong hadn’t discussed it with Celine; taking Mira in had hardly been a thought before Kang had pointed out that the school likely wouldn’t allow so much extracurricular activity while Mira was supposed to be living there. It was unfair to Celine that the words even came out of her mouth. And Celine balked, at first. Quietly.

But then Celine had agreed, had rolled with it, because god she was an amazing wife and because she, too, could tell that Mira needed someone safe.

She’d later on even agreed that the free room and board was probably part of what convinced Kang to give up his daughter to a kpop company. That and the promised royalties.

The larger part, though, was something completely non-monetary.

Anonymity.

It pulled at Miyeong’s heart how willingly Kang listened to their proposition once Celine had brought that up. He’d been dismissive at first, going so far as to laugh in their faces when they told him they’d like to make his daughter a Kpop star.

But then Celine had mentioned how she’d be anonymous to the public. Kang Mirae would no longer exist, her actions would no longer have any bearing on the Kang name. They’d give her a new identity, wipe any trace of her from the web and draft a bunch of NDAs, and as a result she wouldn’t be publicly associated with the Kangs ever again unless both parties wanted it.

He’d listened, then. Intently. Exactly like Celine suspected he would, based on her thorough research of the family.

Offering to house and look after his problem child for him was the final straw, and he’d agreed. Set a start date, even though Miyeong and Celine had insisted nothing would be final unless Mira herself willingly and happily consented. He assured them she would, in a way that felt more like a threat than anything else.

When they’d met with Mira, he’d been there with a hand on her shoulder. Miyeong wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be a comforting gesture, but Mira seemed to shrink away from it. When they asked if she’d liked to join Sunlight, she watched his grip tighten ever so slightly.

“Yes, please, Celine-nim. Miyeong-nim.” And then Mira had bowed. “Thank you for your generous offer.”

Kang looked pleased. Miyeong felt the same pit in her stomach that she had during the gala.

“EOMMA!”

Miyeong jumped, startled out of her thoughts but unable to stop her growing smile. Rumi was running towards her from the school, a packet of white paper in her hand and flying in the wind.

“Hello, my sweet!” Miyeong smiled, crouching to hug her tightly. “Someone’s happy today.”

“I got my math test back! I got the best score in the class!” Rumi waved it around in front of her.

“Wow, Ru, great job. I know you studied so hard for that!” She hugged her again.

Someone cleared their throat and Miyeong looked up.

“Miyeong-nim. Hello!” It was Mrs. Ku. She stood hand in hand with Mira, who seemed to be avoiding Miyeong’s gaze at all costs. The girl’s uniform was immaculate compared to Rumi’s ruffled mess and a frown was etched on her face. Miyeong frowned. Did she ever get to have fun at school? “I’m told that starting today you’ll be picking up our Mirae from classes, yes?”

Miyeong stood. “That’s correct. We’re going to start training with Sunlight on weekdays. Right, Mira?”

Mira looked up at her, seemingly a bit startled to hear her preferred name come out of Miyeong's mouth. She nodded a little.

“It’ll be fun.” Miyeong offered a reassuring smile. Part of her still fumbled for the right words. The kid seemed so fragile.

And because her daughter was truly an angel, she jumped into action, too. “It’s really fun, Mira. You get to practice dancing with Miss Hirai and then, uhm, the singing teacher is really nice, too, and she’s so good. I promise it’ll be cool.”

Mira’s eyes had gone wider when Rumi spoke. She was silent for a few seconds before Miyeong cleared her throat.

“Well, if you’re ready, girls, let’s get home! Mira, dear, some of your things were dropped off from your parents’ house this morning. They’re waiting for you at the apartment, in your bedroom.” Miyeong gently took Mira’s backpack from her and slung it over her shoulder as Rumi skipped ahead to the car. Mira stayed by her side.

“Thank you, Mrs. Ryu.” Her voice was soft, small.

“You can call me Miyeong, Sweetheart.” She said softly.

Mira looked deep in thought. Then she nodded, turning her attention back to watching Rumi.

Rumi chatted about the day the whole ride home. Miyeong checked on Mira in the mirror occasionally, each time finding her looking out the window, her little eyebrows scrunched as if she was lost in her head. She tried to keep up with Rumi’s stories despite the anxiety blooming in her chest.

It'd only been fifteen minutes, but she was already doubting herself. What if Miyeong had overreacted to the situation? Had overestimated her ability to provide any comfort to this second child chosen by the Honmoon? Training was important, sure- but right now the kid was eight years old and probably craved some sort of normalcy.

Normalcy doesn't seem to be a luxury available to her, Celine had said when Miyeong had first expressed her nerves. We have a responsibility to this child, to protect the next generation of Hunters.

She was right, of course. Mira's options for the weekdays she didn't spend in her parent's cold, cavernous house was either this or staying at a school where she had no friends and limited resources.

They could at least ensure she wasn't alone here, and that she was cared for and safe. At least five days out of the week.

Once they'd arrived home, Miyeong gently asked Mira if she’d like to see her room. Mira nodded, still silent. She guided the girl down the hall and opened up the guest bedroom, which had now been redecorated just a little bit; instead of the muted, professional styling that had decorated the room before, it was colorful and friendly. They’d taken Rumi to the store with an unlimited budget and a special mission - to make a welcoming space for their new guest. History aside, Rumi rose to the challenge. She carefully curated decoration and bedding she thought Mira might like based on the limited (positive) interactions they’d had.

Mira’s eyes widened slightly as she took it in. They settled on the polar bear plushie that sat in the middle of the bed, before looking back at Miyeong incredulously.

“Rumi thought you might like some company.” Miyeong said softly, plucking the toy from the bed and holding it out to her.

Mira only looked at it for a few seconds before cautiously reaching out. She stared at it, running her fingers over the ears.

“I can… keep it?”

“It’s all yours, dear. You can even take him home with you on weekends, if you'd like.”

Mira frowned, once again seemingly deep in her own head.

“Thank you, Mrs. Ryu.” She whispered, finally.

Miyeong crouched, lowering herself to Mira's height. "Of course, dear. Why don’t you thank Rumi, later? She picked it out special for you.”

Mira nodded.

"And Mira, if you need anything at all, you don't need to be afraid to ask. Alright?"

Mira nodded again, hesitantly this time.

"Alright." Miyeong whispered. "How about I go get some snacks and then set you girls up at the table to work on your homework. Does that sound okay?"

Mira nodded once more, polar bear tucked under one arm. Miyeong's chest ached.

4 - a story idea you haven’t written yet - this would just be a fill in college au, so sorry if it's a copout answer, but Zoey as a psych major (spoiler lol) starting to peace together that something is wrong. That Mira isn't just standoffish, she's scared. Rumi's a little too blinded by her annoyance to see it. Zoey being the first to reach out and try to build that trust with Mira.

6 - the word that appears most in your current draft - here is where I admit to you all of my au's, fills, drafts, writings for kpdh are essentially in a jumbled order in one document. the most common word in that document is: Mira, 462 times (wow... I feel validated. I'm a true Mira stan)

14 - where do you get your inspiration - hell knows. I don't know. When something awful happens to a tv character I'm usually inspired to write similar angst/hurt comfort to cope. besides that, tumblr, ao3, my imagination, and @princington and @eldergoblin and @yeah-thats-right

ohhh my goodness i'm so sorry I answered this so late, busy season is picking back up at work and I been cookin like my little life depends on it!

12 - a trope you're really into right now - Found family trope will always and forever be my number one. my writing def always has that sort of trope, people taking care of each other and making a home for yourself where you're really loved despite your past.