The Doorman is favored and recommended by many. Located within walking distance from both the university and the corporate district, it's the public house where happy hour is always busy. The bartender is young and beautiful, friendly though quiet, and mixes a wild Old Fashioned. She often leans on the counter, chatting with a customer, with a full sleeve of ink on display. It's for her sake that Jennie has been frequenting the bar, every Friday, for almost two years. Not knowing that the bartender is the doorman - to a much darker world. Jennie Kim x G!P reader ©️Converted story. All credits goes to the author. I don't own anything.

Y/n is a freelance photographer based in New York City. For someone who is realistically their own boss, she goes about her job quite carefree. She takes photographs of strangers while she isn't booked and captures a moment she'll never forget. Rosé Park, a famous idol apart of the group Blackpink is taking a small vacation in the big apple. An escape that was much needed from the stresses of being an idol. Somehow, someway, it turns into a very exhausting and exhilarating experience. Follow the story of two completely different worlds trying to do the impossible and merge together. One from fame, one from... freelancing? *mature language and scenes* Word Count: 224,729 Started: November 19th, 2021 Ended: March 29th, 2022 10,000 reads on 2/20/22 20,000 reads on 3/21/22 30,000 reads on 4/11/22 40,000 reads on 5/13/22 50,000 reads on 6/12/22 60,000 reads on 7/26/22 70,000 reads on 8/25/22 80,000 reads on 9/15/22 90,000 reads on 10/7/22 100,000 reads on 11/4/22 150,000 reads on 4/28/23 200,000 reads on 11/1/23 300,000 reads on 11/10/25 5k votes on 10/19/22 10k votes on 8/15/24 Highest Rankings: #1 in parkchaeyoung #1 in blackpinkchaeyoung #1 roseannepark #1 in blackpink #1 in wlw #1 in idol #1 in jennie #5 femalereader

In the late 1600's, two rival captains of the seas are put to their toughest test: surviving together on a deserted island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The rival captains are none other than y/n y/l/n and Roseanne Park, more formally know by her nickname Rosé. This story follows y/n and Rosé as they see if they can survive together until their respective crews show up. That is, if they show up at all. Will these two long time enemies be able to live with each other? Or will the unbearable thought of living on the same island tear them apart? *mature scenes and language* (some grammar/spelling mistakes bc i never proofread) Word Count: 118,170 5k reads on 11/20/21 10k reads on 3/17/22 20k reads on 7/25/22 30k reads on 10/22/22 40k reads on 1/27/23 50k reads on 5/16/23 60k reads on 10/3/23 70k reads on 4/1/24 80k reads on 10/27/24 Started: September 8th, 2021 Ended: November 16th, 2021 Highest Rankings: #2 in roseannepark #1 in blackpinkchaeyoung #51 in pirates #2 in gxg #3 in femalereader

An idol, loved and hated by many. A manager, who is dedicated to their job. What could go wrong?

I had always wondered how people knew they found their true love. My life was boring and dull and I craved for some excitement. An excitement that only she could give. Dressed in Calvin Klein underwear and a sports bra, we locked eyes. And it was then I knew she was my destined partner. Who knew she would make me show my dark side? *g!p *gxg

The one where you pray Rosie's boyfriend makes a mistake and (maybe) break her heart... in the nicest way, of course. Inspired by LANY's song "I Pray".

Y/n and Roseanne are both talented musicians and artists. Their mutual respect began long before their craving for each other. However, after their affair, neither can get the other out of their head. They do what they know best: write songs about each other-letters, poems, sounds-just for the other. As Roseanne struggles with the guilt of having cheated and Y/n grapples with the reality that she cannot have Roseanne as she desires, the world continues to push them closer together, even as they try foolishly to resist it. Rosè (Roseanne/Chaeyoung Park)x female reader ©️ All credits goes to the real author, i don't own anything!

This is a JenniexReader and/or RoséxReader collection and anecdotes! Could be open to take requests, but mostly just a place to dump stories that I couldn't stretch into a full multi-chapter fic. Like I've said, these are stand alone fics that didn't make the cut! For everyone, really, so if anyone got inspired, feel free to use it! Do let me know, though! Would love to see them in a permanent story somewhere! In any case, if you've read any of my other fics, this WILL be pretentious and annoyingly long. But do enjoy, my darlings. All my love,

Roseanne Park could be anything, anywhere, and anyone - sometimes, all three, all at once, on a good day. She might just be the second coming of Christ, if Christ were in stilted heels - YSL, if you please. And if she was smarter, wiser, and a possessor of copious amounts of self-preservation, she could've escaped - as though surviving a car crash - the unyielding intensity of Y/n Brambilla's gaze. She didn't expect much, when she accepted writing a song for the Formula 1 film. A bit blindsided, would be fairly apt. The trappings of that girl were rather peculiar - Taut muscles underneath half undone racing overalls, unbelievable eyes in between helmet slits, and my god, that tousled helmet hair that makes anyone go feral. If they aren't already. It was rather annoying. Roseanne thinks that she could probably write a dozen albums about her. Or The Formula 1 driver x Rosé romcom-ish fic that's birthed from her, coming to Miami grand prix. It's really just purely for self indulgence, if anything.

Why is the measure of love, loss? It seems that, between an up and coming producer and Korea's It girl, their life was riddled with gaping holes in the shape of each other. And how do you move on from it, really? How do you pick up the pieces when you've already assimilated with the wreckage? Jennie doesn't know. But she knows that loving Y/n is the same thing as tossing the keys of her heart to a valet without a driver's license; she's bound to end up off a cliff. (A Retelling of Strawberries and Cigarettes.)