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This may be a bit of a strange idea (Feel free to ignore this request)
But since your about Jaime Tartt baby fic. I had the thought of Jaime trying to give reader a break takes the baby in a stroller to training with Roy and Roy is just kind of like WTF and other hijinks ensue like maybe someone flirts with Jamie with the baby or roy gets left with the baby at somepoint or Reader is freaken out cause the baby is gone. IDK just an idea that has been stuck in my head since I read your baby fic
Dude this request was not strange AT ALL. It was actually nice because it was similar to something I wanted to write, and I haven’t been able to do that because I’ve been doing requests. THANK YOU.
i’ll still be right next to you my dear
Your daughter Bea is five months old. You’re still sleep-deprived, but less than you were a month ago. Jamie does his absolute best as her dad and your husband, but the weight of it still falls to you. Things have gotten considerably less tense, too, since you moved out of the flat and back into your house. It was weird at first, both you and Jamie walking on little eggshells around each other.
The tension was broken with an all-hands-on-deck moment at 1am, when Bea had a stomach bug or something, and you two had no choice but to just laugh in resignation at the sheer enormity of the mess she made. There go the beginnings of sleep training.
Bea had her own schedule, one that involved being an early bird like her dad. She would wake up five to ten minutes before his 3:30 alarm went off, and it got to the point where he barely even set it anymore.
Jamie would get out of bed, throw on some pants, change her, and then zip through his morning routine. He’d put her back to bed, give you a half-awake kiss, then be out the door before Roy could knock.
(Roy made that mistake early on, waking Bea. You thoroughly chewed him out in an exhausted rage. Jamie says it’s the closest thing he’s ever seen to Roy crying).
Anyway, at 3:55 this Saturday morning, Jamie kisses you, says, “I’ve got Bea, so sleep in,” and is gone before you even know what’s happening.
You flop back on the pillow and are out in seconds.
—
“The fuck is this?” Roy says the moment Jamie steps out the door, pushing a happy Bea in her jogging stroller.
“The fuck does it look like?” Jamie replies. “Her mum needed sleep, so Bea’s joining us for training.” He leans over the stroller to look at his daughter and coos, “Isn’t that right, angel?”
Bea makes a delighted gurgle and Roy grunts.
“Oh come on, don’t tell me the great Uncle Roy is daunted by a silly wee baby?” Jamie says, grinning. “You are Bea’s favorite.”
Roy glares at Jamie. “Don’t fucking lie to me, everyone knows Sam’s her fucking favorite. She even likes fucking Isaac better than me.”
Jamie pouts. “Don’t listen to him, Bea. We know you love Uncle Roy, even though he’s being a twat.”
Roy just grunts and looks at Bea. “You know how I feel about you, kid,” he says. She babbles. She knows.
“Alright, come on. Suppose the stroller gives your dad some extra weight while he runs.”
Jamie grins, and starts jogging down the street.
—
You wake up to the sound of silence. No Bea, no Jamie. Just birds chirping and the sun shining. You squint at the clock. 8:37am. You reach for your phone and see a selfie from Jamie of him, Bea, and Roy marked 7:02am with the caption, headed to breakfast!
You now have a hazy recollection of Jamie saying something about taking Bea when he left, but it felt like a dream at the time. The silence makes more sense now.
You smile and send heart emojis. I love you! you type.
love u 2, Jamie replies. Then: I hope that was for me not Roy?
You shake your head. That boy. He thinks he’s a comedian.
You roll out of bed and stretch. Time for a nice, long shower, then a good coffee from Jamie’s complementary espresso machine. You’re not gonna lie, there are certain perks to being married to a footballer.
—
Meanwhile, Jamie and Roy have stopped for breakfast at a café that Roy says fits in with Jamie’s diet. He says no coffee and Jamie makes a disgusted face and replies you’re not the boss of me, which is why they’re letting Bea decide if Jamie gets coffee or not by seeing who will get her to smile first.
Jamie wins, of course. It’s part of being a dad.
They’re sitting at a table outside till 9am, Bea out of her stroller and in Jamie’s arms. They’re on their third cups of coffee and Bea’s draining her bottle of formula like there’s no tomorrow. Jamie is in the middle of stroking Bea’s nose (a miniature version of yours) and watching her eyes blink slow, when two girls walk up to their table.
“Ohmygod, no way, is that your baby?” one girl asks.
Jamie looks up and gives a polite, perfunctory, “yeah,” and turns back to Bea. Roy’s sitting back in his seat, ready to watch this unfold.
“It is like, so totally adorable. There’s something so sweet about a baby, don’t you think?” the other girl says, putting her hand on Jamie’s shoulder. He shifts away as politely as he can.
“I just think that like, men with babies are so much hotter than men without babies,” girl 1 continues, oblivious to Jamie, who has shifted Bea onto his chest and is displaying his left hand as conspicuously as possible. He taps Bea’s back with his ring finger in what he hopes is an absentminded manner.
Roy holds back a snort.
“Especially single dads,” says girl 2. “Soo hot. I’ll give you my number if you ever need a babysitter.”
She’s barely done speaking when Jamie blurts out, “I’m married.” He looks so harried that this time Roy can’t hold back a laugh. The girls turn to him with a glare, then back to Jamie.
“She doesn’t have to know,” says one of them.
“Pretty sure she does,” Jamie replies. “And anyway, I ain’t interested. Have a good morning.”
Bea, the angel that she is chooses that exact moment to start burping.
The girls give her a disgusted look and turn away.
Roy looks at Jamie, eyebrows raised and a ghost of a smile on his face. “Nice fucking move with the ring finger,” he says. “If it were me, I’d’ve fucking given them a different fucking finger.”
“That’s where you and me differ, granddad,” Jamie replies, wiping spit up off his vest (waterproof, thank god), “I’m a gentleman.”
Roy rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
—
The windows are open, the laundry is spinning, and you’re dancing around the house. You love Bea, but god you also love good rest. And a clean house. And Jamie Tartt. Man, you love him. You can’t believe he took Bea out for the whole morning and knowing him and Roy, they’ll be out until at least 11am. You smile. That gives you time to head to the shops and pick up some flowers, which will make you feel like a civilized human being, one who has her life together and can take care of her child and her husband and maybe, just maybe, one who is in the mood to get laid tonight.
—
Jamie and Roy are strolling through Richmond, passing by shops and enjoying what feels like the first lovely day in ages. Jamie hasn’t heard from you since you asked is this shirt clean or dirty? with a picture near the washing machine. He knows Saturday cleaning is like a ritual to you, one you picked up in high school and carried on through college. You have a system and you take your time, windows open and music playing. He can picture you spinning around the house putting things away, and that mental image is enough to make his face split into a smile. He remembers the Saturdays you spent before Bea, you cleaning and dancing, and him, well, not helping but certainly dancing with you and promising that he’ll give you more dirty sheets to wash if you’d just take a tiny little break? In the bedroom? With no clothes on because they need to be washed, wink wink?
It usually worked.
You’d lay in bed for precisely ten minutes afterward, take a no-nonsense shower, then kick him out of the house. He’d be gone for an hour, buying you that chocolate you liked and whatever flowers he thought suited the day. There’s a good thought. He should get you flowers, a reminder of their early days of romance. And maybe, just maybe, Bea can sleep soundly enough that they can revive other traditions, too.
“Roy,” Jamie begins.
“No.”
“Oi, you didn’t even let me finish!” he says indignantly.
“Fine. What do you fucking want.”
“It ain’t for me,” Jamie says, “it’s for Bea. And my wife. I want to get her flowers, but it ain’t easy to push the stroller and look. Can you take Bea around the green? I’ll come find ya when I’m done.”
Roy stares at Jamie, and Jamie is sure he’s going to say no. But then Roy walks around to the front of the stroller and crouches down in front of Bea.
“If your dad fucking goes and gets flowers for your mum, do you promise to be alright for twenty minutes? I know I’m not fucking Sam or Isaac, but Phoebe thinks I’m a good uncle. She’s a proper fucking dweeb, but a good judge of character.”
Bea just stares at him. Roy slaps his thighs and stands up. “Alright,” he says. “Let’s go.”
Jamie grins and says, “Bye, Beatrice. Be good for Uncle Roy.” He gives her a kiss on her forehead, a boop on the nose, and is gone, weaving through Richmond, man on a mission.
“Your mum’s a fucking saint for putting up with him,” Roy says to Bea. Bea says nothing. She’s fallen asleep. Roy shrugs and starts pushing her in the direction of the green. Better asleep than crying.
—
You’re showered, dressed, with just a touch of makeup, and you’re on your way to the flower shop. There’s this little one you and Jamie used to go to. You know the owner a little, but you suppose Jamie knows her better because he’s been in more. She’s about the age of his mum, and has a soft spot for him. He overpays and always leaves one flower for her. He hasn’t had the time to be over since Bea, so you say hello and show her some baby pictures, and then some of Bea and Jamie. You both laugh over your favorite, Jamie passed out on the couch, mouth open, wearing gray sweatpants and a single sock, with Bea on his stomach in a gray onesie and a single sock. She’s drooling on him and his hair’s a mess, but you think it’s adorably hilarious. Like father, like daughter.
Now, you’re perusing the flowers. It smells wonderful, the warm weather diffusing the fragrances through the shop. You turn a corner and bonk straight into a man with his back turned to you. You open your mouth to apologize and he turns, and out comes, “Jamie?”
He smiles and you peer behind him. “Where’s Bea? Oh my god Jamie, did you lose our daughter? She had better be close by, I swear to god, Jamie Tartt, how do you lose an entire baby, especially one as noisy as Bea?!”
You’re oblivious to Jamie’s attempts to interrupt your rant, so when you pause for a breath he says, “love.”
You turn to face him, from where you were trying to stand on your tiptoes hoping for a glimpse of Bea’s stroller.
“I didn’t lose her. She’s with Roy. D’you really think I’m that irresponsible?”
He looks so hurt that you realize what you’ve been saying. Your hands fly up to your mouth. Of course Jamie wouldn’t lose Bea. He loves her. He looks at her as though she makes the stars shine.
“Babe. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just wasn’t expecting to see you, and then I wasn’t expecting to see you without Bea, and I thought I’d surprise you by getting flowers before you both got back, and-” you stop. Jamie is gently holding your face and smiling, no longer hurt.
“Babe,” he says, “love of me life and best mum around, it’s ok. I know whatcha mean.” He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Bit funny we had the same idea, innit?”
You smile. You’d been so caught up in your split-second worry about Bea, you didn’t even realize what was happening.
“Guess some things don’t change,” you reply. “You pick out any good ones?”
Jamie places his hand over his heart. “Love. I only pick out good ones. I picked you, didn’t I?” You laugh at his sparkling eyes, and put your hands on his waist, pulling him close.
“Pretty sure I picked you,” you reply.
Jamie hums. “That’s a fuckin lie, and you know it.”
Your feeble retort is cut off by his lips on yours.
—
You and Jamie walk toward the green, hand in hand. He’s holding bright yellow daffodils in the other.
Jamie spots Roy first. “Oi!” he yells, “look who I found!”
You wave, jog over to Bea, and crouch down. “Hi baby! I missed you! Did you have fun with Uncle Roy?” Bea babbles at the sound of your voice.
“Oh good,” you reply, “he is your third-favorite uncle, after all.”
Roy nods. “You fucking get it. Jamie tried to feed me this fucking bullshit that I was fucking number one.”
“Jamie!” you say. “Everyone knows it goes Sam, then Isaac, then Roy.”
Jamie puts his hands up defensively.
“Honesty,” Roy says, “Such an admirable quality. Remind me again why you’re with this fucking prick?”
You pretend to think for a moment then say, “For his money.”
Jamie says “Oi!” so you quickly amend, “And his smokin’ hot body.”
Jamie nods, satisfied. “That’s better.”
Roy is looking at Jamie in disgust. “You two are so fucking adorable, it’s fucking disgusting. C’mon Bea. I see Sam over by that bench. Let’s give these fucking idiots some time alone.”
You and Jamie turn to each other.
“He said we’re adorable,” you say, grinning.
“He said we get alone time,” Jamie says, grinning back.
“Roy!” you call, “how much time do we have?”
“Three hours!” Sam yells back. “I want to walk Bea to my restaurant!”
You and Jamie turn back to each other, giddy.
“You know what that means,” you say.
“Sex,” he replies immediately.
You laugh and grab his hand. “C’mon, babe. Let’s enjoy our alone time.”
As you walk away, Jamie says, “Oi, need to tell you about these girls who were trying to flirt with me. But don’t worry, I gave them the finger.” He holds up his ring finger and you slap his arm.
“This is why I love you.”
“Really? And here I only thought you were with me for my money,” he replies.
“And your hot body. Don’t forget that one,” you say.
“How could I forget?” he says. “When we get home, let’s put it to some good use.
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on my bullshit again and thought abt if MHA characters (pro heroes) would hard launch or soft launch your relationship so here you go:
Izuku Midoiya: soft launch - he's definitely the type to take a relationship slow in general anyway and with his status as a pro he wouldn't want to just throw you to the wolves. His manager helps him out and after you've been together for honestly almost a year he'll carefully start stepping back from being single. If asked if he's in a relationship in an interview instead of "no" he'll say "no comment", he'll purposefully get caught buying something for you a couple times, he'll tweet a quote abt love, and eventually post a picture of him holding hands with you or hugging you where your face isn't visible, then his next interview when he gets asked if he has a partner he'll say yes and that's it, a few days later he posts a photo kissing you with your face visible and captions it with a simple heart
Katsuki Bakugou: No launch - He is a firm believer of it's nobodies fucking business so he just doesn't talk abt it. Eventually you guys would get caught by fans or paparazzi and he'd probably be like "yeah that's my partner got a fucking problem with it?" and that's it. Honestly people are to afraid to bring you up in interviews
Shoto Todoroki: Soft launch - he doesn't know the fucking difference but his manager would eventually want him to soft launch your relationship when people start to catch on so he does. He does the classics, gets caught buying flowers, posts abt love, takes a photo of a candlelit table for two, and eventually posts you two together. What the world doesn't know is that your actually the one that crafted all the soft launch posts
Kaminari Denki: Hard launch (by accident) - he can't help himself 😭 you guys probably planned on keep your relationship on the low for a bit longer but he accidentally mentions you in an interview or he posts a photo of you talking abt how cute you are and doesn't realize he did it on his main
Kirishima Eijiro: Hard launch - He can't shut up abt you. The second you guys are official EVERYONE knows. One day he just gets asked abt his relationship status and he just praises you for a minute straight and you only became his girlfriend a month ago
Mina Ashido: Soft launch - I think she would love crafting and organizing a soft launch. Taking fun teasing pictures and watching people in the comments freak out. She just finds it cute to soft launch and practical. She eventually posts a photo of you two together probably on a holiday with the cheesiest and sweetest caption. She defiantly planned everything with the idea of announcing your relationship on said holiday to
Keigo Takami (Hawks): Soft launch - He's a very high ranking hero and let's not forget that the hero commission helicopters him like a bunch of stalkers. your relationship would be a secret for a while, over a year 1/2, because of the commission. When they realize your not going anywhere and that the public is catching on they organize for his handler and PR team to soft launch the relationship. I feel like his PR team definitely built up a bachelor reputation for him so they have to soft launch to get people shipping you guys and not being as mad he's no longer single. Shit goes on for months, him getting caught buying gifts, getting caught at a fancy restaurant, his PR manger tweeting cryptic shit, organizing a fake paparazzi shoot where they "catch" him holding hands with an unknown person. Eventually he mentions being in a relationship in an interview, but he doesn't post you for another few weeks at his managers request so that people can "digest"
Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic): Hard launch - he doesn't really mention his personal life to much but his students know abt you and he mentions you on his radio show. He just casually mentions you one day and then doesn't talk abt you again for two months when he casually mentions you again
Aizawa Shouta: No launch (lowkey secret) - Another firm believer of it's no one's fucking business. There is no launch because your relationship would most likely be a secret. Never mentions you at work, is an underground hero, and a definite homebody. There was never any hope of any type of launch. Present mic is the only one that knows except maybe Midnight. Nezu knows to but he's a stalker
Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko): Hard launch - When i say hard launch i mean it. This women legit just makes out with you in public one day and that's it. The internet almost breaks because it comes out of no where for the general public. Never talks abt you because she likes the focus to be on her hero work but doesn't shy away from PDA and doesn't care if people know.
i hope someone finds this interesting 😭 reblogs appreciated ❤️ have fun down the MHA rabbit hole
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I Knew You were Trouble ❤️🔥
Part 4
Pairing: Jimmy Uso × reader
AN: if you would like tagged let me know 💕 No specific timeline
❗️❗️Warnings: 18+, swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity, jealous Jimmy, bad writing, cringe story telling, the Usos (because they are a warning in themselves)❗️❗️
I’m sooooo sorry this took as long to get out, I kinda took a break but I’m back and so is our boy Jon 🥵 hope this was worth the wait 🫣
Day one - Rome, Italy
One of my favourite things about being a WWE superstar is getting the opportunity to travel the world. Because of my job I’ve been in more places that I could have ever imagined and made memories that will last a lifetime. Today we are in one of my favourite places, Rome.
One of my least favourite things about being a WWE superstar though was definitely the travel and itinerary- I get to a new place and don’t have time to see all the sights. its airport, hotel, gym, meet and greets, arena, match, then on the road again.
Me
hey, wanna sneak out and do something fun before the meet and greet?
Josh
what you have in mind?
Me
authentic Italian ice cream? Pizza? Your treat obviously 🤪
Josh
damn, you really want me to treat you after the way you been disrespecting me 😨
Me
fine 🙄 I’ll ask Jon instead - lil bitch
Josh
WAIT
FINE
Meet me in the lobby in 5.
I wasn’t really going to ask Jon, I mean how could I? This whole trip I have to try and avoid him, however I feel like fate has other plans, I was informed late last night that Jon and Josh would join me in doing press for the tour, doing meet and greets and TV appearances to get everyone hyped up for the shows. As long as we aren’t alone together nothing would happen…….right?
One thing I wanted to tick off my bucket list when visiting Rome was going to the Trevi Fountain. Seeing it there in front of me took my breath away, the beauty it holds, the history and traditions. Ugh to have this on my doorstep every day would be a dream. We had found a small gelato shop near the fountain and decided to find a place to sit near by the fountain.
“Okay, fine I’ll admit it, the gelato was a good idea.”
“Of course it was a good idea Josh, are you doubting me and my choices?”
“You know damn well I don’t trust you.” He says
Acting offended I shift myself further away from him, Josh turns to look at me grinning ear to ear.
“Don’t know what you’re smiling at, you’ve just bumped yourself down the list of what Fatu brother I like more.”
“Well number 2 ain’t so bad.”
“Try 3”
Annoyed he reply’s “3? What you mean 3, who else you know except me and Jon!”
Realising I got him right where I want him “well Joe obviously, I’ve spoke with him a few times and he is such a sweetheart, I think he might actually be my favourite brother.”
He didn’t have a come back, he just sat there eating his gelato like a grumpy little kid. I take a few sneaky pics to send to Trin, captioned “fun with your grumpy ass brother in law.”
Josh reaches into his pocket and places two coins in front of us.
“Let’s go throw these in the fountain then.”
��Wait, how did you know I wanted to do that?”
“Cause believe it or not yn but I listen to you, you are one of my closest friends and I love ya, if there is something you wanna do you damn sure I wanna make it happen. That’s what family does.”
I couldn’t see him, my eyes were filling with tears. Never in my life have i had someone care so much. We fight like cat and dog but underneath it all there is pure love and adoration for each other.
“Okay don’t get all soppy on me” he jests. “Let’s throw our coins and get back before there is a search party.”
Grabbing my hand we walk over to the fountain and throw our coins in tradition states if you throw a coin in you are wishing that one day you will come back to Rome and with every fiber of my being i was hoping that one day i would.
“Thank you” i whisper to Josh.
“Don’t mention it, though I do hope I ain’t last on yo list anymore?”
Laughing I announce “A solid 2 for sure now.”
Another part I love about being a WWE Superstar is getting the opportunity to meet the fans. The WWE universe has the best, most intense fan base in the world.
In the store where the meet and greet was happening, It was a basic set up, a long table, a seat for each of us and a backdrop with our image plastered over it. The queue was already around the block, with a mixture of kids, teens and adults all waiting to meet us.
“I’m really nervous, this is my first international meet and greet - what if no one is here for me.” I start to panic.
Josh looks at me and in his usual joshy manner tries to make it all better “yn we know no one is here for you, and honestly you are killing the mood. Put yo big girl panties on and let’s get this over with huh?”
And just like that the mood has been lifted and he has me laughing.
“I honestly hate you J.”
Jon who had been observing finally breaks his silence. “You can sit between us, that way we can comfort you if it gets too much.” Comfort me……..
A little too eagerly I agree. The first few fans come in and just like that all my nerves and panic washed away and I was in autopilot.
“How you doin now yn? Eased into it okay?” Josh enquires
“I’m fine J, I just let my ner……”
Heat. That was the only thing I could feel. My thigh tingling under his touch, Jon’s touch.
“Yo yn, you good?” Josh looks at me concerned.
“Yep fine, just got a little cramp in my leg, feel like we have been here for hours.” I brush him off, along with moving Jon’s hand off my leg. Think of Trin, think of Trin I repeat in my head.
The last of the fans come and go, it’s been a sweet afternoon watching Jon and Josh interact with everyone, you can see the love and passion they have for this business and the fans. Maybe teaming with them on this European tour won’t be so bad after all.
Backstage WWE LIVE, Rome Italy,
The crowd had been electric all night. There is no major storylines, no characters and no set of rules to follow just purely wrestling. Our match was a mixed tag match, myself and The Uso’s v Indie, Theory and Waller. Going out and having fun with everyone and the crowd is what it’s all about, the passion the fans give in return for the show you put on makes all the travel, injuries and lack of sleep worth it.
After any of my matches I like a debrief, things I could have done better, things I did great etc, it’s how I grow and learn, however fate was having none of that tonight. Walking back to the female dressing room I felt a strong pair of hands grab my arms and pull me into a secluded corner of the arena, from the way my skin was burning at the slightest touch I knew it could only be one man - and I was in trouble.
“Have you been avoiding me all day?”
“Em, earth to Jon? We saw each other at the meet and greet.” I laugh trying to break the tension
“Oh I remember..” Edging closer to me with fire in his eyes he continues “I’ve been thinking about how nice your thigh felt, and wondered what else felt nice.”
Gulp
Think of Trin yn.
Keep it light and funny yn “Plus I was busy with Josh all morning, he took me out for some gelato - I’m a busy woman Jon.”
“Yeah, Josh told me about the gelato. Is there a reason I wasn’t invited?”
His heavy eyes stuck on mine, waiting for my answer.
“Honestly it was a last minute thing, next time I’ll make sure you get an invite.” Trying to leave his hand leans on the wall behind me enclosing us in even closer. His free hand finds its place perfectly on my hip before it starts to lower slowly, like he was trying to memorise how each part of me felt before placing his hand on my butt, grabbing onto it with his powerful grip.
“How bout we skip the gelato and i give you some of my cream.”
Fire, passion, a need for only him. That’s all I felt in that moment. It consumed me. Jon looked at me like I was the only girl on the planet.
After weeks of playing cat and mouse, he caught me. His lips finally found their way onto mine, a low moan slowly released from his mouth, like a weight had been lifted from him, his hands tracing every inch of my body. I didn’t want him, I needed him and in that moment I’m what he needed too.
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SBMS Clowning Series ☀️ v.4
I can’t believe we’re so close to the finale which is episode 36. It’s always so fast when these dramas are released but i’m not complaining that we got it faster than his other dramas. We also have a lot of content — from photos, bts and interviews. 💪🏼
The reason why I want to make this part of the round up is this scene in SBMS, it’s the last scene that the crew shot which is when SY and JB were watching fireworks. Especially the line JB said. I think i’m not the only BXG who thought of XZ’s wish for WYB when they heard this : “I hope you don’t come to the complicated and boring world of adulthood soon. It means i hope you grow up slowly.”
It’s a pretty popular CPN that the long bday messages are made by ZZ so to hear something similar in the show is sus. You can say that it’s a usual “wish” or that ZZ is not the scriptwriter. and that’s right. However, ZZ has improvised a couple of scenes in this drama. ZZ has worked closely with the scriptwriter and director of the drama — so we cannot remove the possibility that he may have brought up this line or idea.
there are instances in this drama when we CPNd and thought that ZZ improvised it and we were right. for example accidentally holding JB’s hand @ the subway or the thing about you s/o being your “charger”. so i’m not gonna be surprised if one way or another we get a confirmation about this. 💓
anyway, moving on to other stuff…
SOME SIMILARITIES/ Coincidence:
• “Eating” the tissue after eating. Normal people will just wipe it or will do that but not for long like they do. With the examples, it looks like WYB does this more and GG was infected. Lol.
• The BGM of recent douyin posts from both sides is the same 🙃. I don’t know how popular this song is now in douyin, cause this is tiktok after all certain sound clips become popular and everyone start using it. But it’s interesting that it’s videos posted the same day.
some are saying that since the SBMS post was “romantic”, this is WYB’s answer. He is matching the BGM. Also the caption ( YBO official ) had a star emoji in it. Why didn’t he just make it the sun 😂😂😂 I think the star can be connected to the Douyin update from the day before, where ZZ was holding a star toy.
• This will make the most sense to those who watched the recent episode, but there is a scene where SY asks the “bear” if Jian Bing is the most beautiful and it lights up meaning yes. Lol. That kind of shamelessness in praising reminded us so much of WYB!!!!!
• XZ WHERE DID YOU LEARN THIS MOVE HUH? Is this one of your improvs? I’m screaming!!!!
It’s like he got tips from the things WYB did before, who was younger than him and what worked to make him like/love the gremlin more. 🤣🤣🤣
• For some next level clowning, in ZZ’s weibo video post — what number do you see? 8? 👀
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Interview highlights. This covers ZZ’s recent content for SBMS promos. Ones that remind us of bjyx clues and symbols. Just to disclaimer that the purpose of this is not to portray ZZ as someone who can’t be his own person. How we always have to connect things back to WYB in everything he says does not mean any harm. It’s all CPN. We are very much aware that ZZ is his own person. 😌
SINA INTERVIEW:
What stood out to me was when he talked about evaluating himself everyday so he can improve. This is something similar that he has with WYB. They only want to be better and expand their skill set. They are also open to criticism.
There was also a part where he talked about equality in relationships when there is an age gap.
“being equal in any relationship, no one is higher or lower than anyone else, everyone is in a very fair and equal relationship and in getting along.”
Do you have some experience in this ge? I have to say they are equal — especially in spoiling each other. ^^
AND LASTLY HOW HE expressed his interest in playing a charming and cute villain. Lol. He said a couple of times already, someone please listen. WYB already did Mister Ye who is sort of the villain. I hope ZZ can play something like that too.
RUXI INTERVIEW
His answers tend to very similar in these interviews and i think that’s largely because the questions are similar. Especially they ask about his experience in the drama or his interpretation of Shengyang as a character.
But in this interview, he was asked about being an actor and his answer 😭😭😭
I’m definitely still on the road to acting and becoming an actor myself. This road is still very long. I have to walk it step by step in a down-to-earth manner. It’s more interesting to me.
I mean. Just look at the tagline of my blog. Yep, the road ahead is long. We will be here for you ^^
FOX FACTORY INTERVIEW
How he talked about memorizing his co stars line as well. Some CPFs are speculating that this started with CQL. It’s because him and WYB were sharing one script book. Which btw, he never did again with his other co stars.
THIS PART which made me giggle. They were asking about the heroine he would want to play with and he completely goes back to his desire of playing the villain 🤭 If you don’t wanna answer it, just say something else. Of course a co star is important, but I think for ZZ, he is more into his role as an actor. He is focused on himself.
Also this one. A very thrifty GG! Practical. It’s in line with the fake rumors that he scolds WYB for impulse buying 😅😅😅
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Camping in The Exterior
Hi Everyone! This is a full-length fic based on a post I did a few days ago about the idea. Reader and Levi are not in a relationship yet in this fic. I hope everyone likes it and let me know if you want more or have any ideas/questions about Caption (Y/N) and Caption Levi's relationship.
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“No Erwin, I’m not letting that man on my squad.” I turned from the kitchen counter; my lips turned downward. The moonlight shined through the window, leaving a glow of shadows on the floor of two bodies. “Keith and I believe this is what would be the best use of Levi. He would be going on my squad, but I do not have room. He has the skill if that is what worries you.” Erwin was not pleased with the conversation at hand. (Y/N) had always been selective of the people on their squad, causing it to be the smallest of any in the survey corps. “I don’t care that he has the skill.” I turn knife in hand from spreading butter on bread, pointing it at Erwin. “I hand pick my squad, terms of me being caption, and now Keith goes back on that. HA! I run the special operations squad, by force might I add, by my terms.” I turn away. “Everything I do for this military, and this is how they repay me.” Erwin smiles, a chuckle rumbling deep from his chest, “I knew you would break; you can’t overlook talent.” He turns to walk away, eyebrows relaxed and pleased with how the conversation went.
*Two Weeks Later*
“I do not understand what we are doing out here. Why has the rest of the squad not joined us?” Levi barked as he rode horseback, growing uncertain about his new captain. “The rest of the squad isn’t joining us. I thought we could get to know each other better. I have special relationships with all my cadets.” “But why are we going to the exterior? What type of mission is this?” (Y/N) fell silent for a moment. It’s not a mission, more of a hazing. “We’re going camping Levi.”
We rode out to the exterior, finding a forest area to set up camp. Start to unpack the tent, screwing the rods together and sticking them into the ground. Levi looked puzzled, “You really meant that we were fucking camping? In the middle of an area that could be filled with titans any minute that we are out here!” (Y/N) glances over at Levi, “If you don’t like it, you can always ride back to base and tell Keith you don’t want to be on my squad anymore. If you’re going to be on my squad then we are going to camp for the night.” I threw the tarp over the polls, finishing the tent. I start looking around for pieces of wood to build a fire, anything to stay warm for the night. “This is fucking unbelievable. Does anyone even know we are out here? Couldn’t this get you de-ranked if we don’t end up dead?” “We won’t die.”
The fire crackles as it burns orange and hot. We sat around it keeping warm as the sun went down for the night, I put a piece of bread on a stick to toast it, in the end only catching it on fire. We sit in uncomfortable silence. Levi shifts back and forth, uncomfortable with the whole situation. I sit and eat my burnt bread when we hear a set of stomps. “That must be a titan,” Levi states as he looks around, trying to spot it. “Oh really? Usually, they sleep at night. Must be an abnormal.” I stay nonchalant about the situation. “If we stay here and leave it alone it should leave us alone. As long as it doesn’t stop us. We could hear a dozen or so tonight alone.” I put down my toast and stretched my arms. I stand and make my way to the tent. “There’s just one tent, so don’t be shy Levi. We’re both adults here.”
Levi sat at the campfire, puzzled by the whole situation. I had heard she was crazy, but this is batshit. If she wanted to die, why bring me out here with her? I crinkle of leave caused Levi to bring his head up. Looking around he spotted the titan, a few feet ahead, staring the campfire down. He used his ODM gear to shoot up into the trees and kept watch. Once the titan was closer to the tent he flew down and sliced the nape of the neck, killing it. Maybe I should stay in the trees and keep watch. At least then nothing could happen to the caption. So as the hours went on and as Titan appropriated, Levi stood watch until the sun started to come up and he saw his caption emerge from the tent.
I looked around puzzled as to where my cadet had gone off to. Did he go back to base during the night and leave me for dead? That's when I heard the ODM gear go off and Levi stood in front of me. “It’s daybreak, can we go now?” With the fire long out and titans to be on the move more frequently, the two packed up their tent and got on their horses to return to base. This trip left Levi with more questions about this caption than he came to the exterior with. Why would they just sleep in that tent when a titan could have eaten them at any moment? Why did they bring me out here to begin with? Does any of this have to do with me being put on their squad and not chosen to be there? (Y/N) on the other hand, had learned everything she needed to know about Levi. He was loyal and wasn’t going to just let their caption die. The question thought was why he cared so much for someone he just met.
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New Year Update
Happy New Year everyone! Hope you've all had some happy holidays together with your family and loved ones!
As some of you might have noticed, my blogs have gradually become more and more inactive recently. Both with my own stories as well as reblogs. I've been trying to post as much as I am capable of, but unfortunately, I don't feel that it is enough. Which is why I've decided to give you all an explanation on why, as well as what the future holds.
It's quite simple actually; my deteriorating health. Since the beginning of the last year (2022) I've been riddled with health issues and injuries. Whether it is a supposed incurable autoimmune disease or a shoulder injury from work, there's been so many problems concerning my own body this year. Headaches that last for weeks, swollen lymph nodes, blurred vision, aching muscles, numbness in my arms. You guessed it I've probably got it.
Even if I've been feeling better at times, I'm always left feeling drained and frustrated at the end of the day. I suppose that is what constant pain does to a person... As a result, I've never really had the motivation or energy to put into writing. At most, I've managed to write 3-4 shorter stories at times when I felt moderately okay.
As such, I've decided to take it easy this coming year. I won't be gone completely, but more just taking a step back. Perhaps I'll be lurking around, chatting with some of you, and even reblogging some of my favourite stories. Maybe I'll post some leftover stories from time to time...
I really do enjoy writing, as it is both an outlet for my "horniness", but also because I genuinely enjoy seeing and hearing about how much it inspires others to start their own blogs as well. After all, that was the reason why I started writing back then after the "Great Porn Purge", when the TF community felt dead and abandoned. Bringing the old classics and interactives back to life, I hoped it would inspire more to come forward and write their own takes on it.
Although I don't believe I'm the reason for it, I'm so happy to see all the wonderful writers that have popped up in our small community nowadays. Even those that only stayed for a brief period of time.
So I encourage you all to pick up your pen (not literally of course haha) and write your crazy and freaky ideas down! Who knows, maybe you'll come to love it...
Who knows if I'll ever come back to writing stories? Maybe once my treatments are done, which could last for a year or two, if not for the rest of my life... If I ever do though, I hope to be able to come back even stronger than ever. Lots of captions, spicy interactives, and tons of crazy ideas! (I have around 500 unfinished drafts haha).
For now, I want to thank you all for your continued support and I wish you all a happy and healthy (and horny!) 2023 together. I can't wait to see what amazing things will come for our beloved community!
With Love, Verus ❤️
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I have a kind of angsty request for a din x reader if ud like it?
What if the reader maybe a hunting partner or smth avoids looking at din bc they dont like seeing their reflection (insecurities yay!) in his armour but din thinks its bc they don't like him and then somehow he finds/works it out idk
Do with it what u fancy <3
Like I See You
Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader
Word Count: 3.8K
Warnings: Angst. Insecurities. Self-loathing. Reader spiralling. Reader's parents are arseholes. Protective Din. Soft ending.
A/N: This asks has been in my inbox for so long whilst I've figured how exactly I wanted to approach this and then whilst I re-wrote what I had about 20 times until I was finally satisfied. Shoutout to the wonderful @acourtofsnakes who read through when I wasn't sure I was doing a good job and had to put up with being sent alot of snippets along with the caption "does this make sense?" Ily my friend and I couldn't have done this without you.
It’s one of those days.
The days where your mind decides to be your worst enemy and spits insults like acid - firing up each and every insecurity you’ve ever felt in rapid succession like a never ending horror reel in your brain whilst you stare at the mirror.
And shutting your eyes doesn’t work. The image lingers - imprinted - distorted - your mind turning it to something monstrous to fit the words that blaze incriminatingly across your features.
It’s the type of day where you compare yourself to everyone that goes by even though you know you’re only feeding the parasitic thoughts behind your self loathing behaviour. But you can’t stop. You can’t snap yourself out of it with kind affirmations no matter how hard you try, mantras like I am enough - I’m perfect just the way I am - they sound weak in comparison to the other things ramming against your skull. False even.
You can’t even distract yourself with the job you’re supposed to be doing, you're that unfocused, and of course Din notices.
He noticed the moment your mood shifted, the moment your smile became a tiny, hollow thing and the wild spark of your eyes dulled. He noticed the moment your shoulders sagged as if struggling under some colossal weight and he could almost sense you shrinking into yourself, trying to make yourself appear smaller, unnoticeable to everyone including him, even as the two of you leaned side by side against the sticky bar of a run-down cantina waiting for an informant.
Din just doesn’t understand why.
You were born to burn, not fade to shadow. You burned right through him - his armour and his unimaginably high walls that he thought he would never lower for anyone until you came along and showed him it was okay to depend on another every once in a while.
Before he had loathed the idea of sharing his work with someone - his home - but then he had found you.
You, who had stunned him from the first time he warily approached you. With your sweet expression and mischievous smile - the way your eyes glittered as light bounced off the dagger that you flipped so effortlessly in your hand. You who had immediately launched into a vividly detailed plan of how you and him could slip into the bounty’s hideout and rip it apart from within from the moment he reluctantly had suggested he might need some help.
You had been glorious, destruction in your veins and blood streaked across your face - your neck - your bruised knuckles as you sunk a blade into one man's spine and twisted. Together, they had broke against the bounty’s muscle with the force of a tsunami and by the time there was no one left - no one except the cowering heap that you dropped at his feet with a warm, buttery smile - Din was fucking starstruck.
He’s remained that way ever since. His awe twisting - blooming - into something that takes his breath away even when he watches you do the most mundane things. Every move you make seems to hold a beauty to it - a whisper of power - something unique he can only ever link to you that makes his heart seize behind his ribs.
And he can’t understand why it feels like he’s now watching that flame that burns within you go out before his very own eyes. Why you’re trying to make yourself invisible and refuse to meet the dark gaze of his visor even though he knows you can sense his eyes on you.
'What’s wrong?” He prods quietly.
You sigh then, a flicker of something pained passing over your features before you can hide it. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
"You’re a terrible liar.”
"And you’re not usually this fucking nosy.” You snap, muscles tensing, still refusing to spare him even a single glance. “I said I’m fine, Mando. Drop it.”
His brow pinches in a frown, eyes narrowed to slits as he lets your sudden burst of anger crash against him. Tasting the defensiveness and frustration brushed through it. He knows this. He’s all too familiar with becoming aggravated when he doesn’t know how to get shit that’s bothering him off his chest, the way he would allow it to bleed out through rage or violence because trying to form it into words made him feel foolish.
It seems like you’re both similar in that way, maybe you don't need him trying to gently coax it out of you.
Maybe you need a fight to let it all come pouring out.
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You’re furious by the time he’s dragged you into the tiny bathroom. Baring your teeth like a snarling beast as you yank your wrist from his tense grip.
The contact had thrown you. Your heart stopping before it broke out into a chaotic gallop that you could almost believe would be heard by the Mandalorian as he took an intimidating step closer.
The blank slate of his visor had bore into you and you had felt it so excruciatingly - the weight of his assessment, the crushing force of your own insecurities as he crowded you. Close enough that everything you considered a flaw was laid before his eyes in startling clarity and reflected back at you in the mirror sheen of his helmet.
It made your stomach churn, anxiety crawling through your chest, an icy hand that winds around your neck and grips tight until his sudden touch had shattered its hold.
"Come with me.” He’d growled.
And temporarily stunned, you’d gone. Stumbling to keep up as he all but dragged you away from the roaring noise of music and clashing conversations to a room so quiet you could hear your blood rushing in your ears as your surprise gave way to anger.
"What the fuck are you doing?” You hiss, ripping away from him as he slams the door closed behind him. “We’re supposed to be waiting for someone.”
You make to push past him and he doesn't budge an inch, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he looms over you. An immovable wall of solid beskar. “We’re not doing anything else for this job until you tell me what’s going on with you.”
You glare at him, fists clenched tight at your sides “I said it was nothing.”
"And like I said, you’re a fucking terrible liar.” He shoots back.
Why do you even care, you want to scream. There’s a fierce energy building inside you, the volatile kind - self-destructive - born from too many emotions spinning through your head. You try and focus on the steady drip of the faucet to will it down - counting specks of mould on the worn tiles - how many times the light can flicker in between each uncomfortable breath you take.
"It doesn’t matter.” You grit, attempting to assert some kind of authority of the situation. “All that matters is that we have a job to do and we’re wasting time.”
It doesn’t work.
"No. We’re out. I’m calling it.” He advances on you slowly, his tone creeping towards irritation at the stubbornness of your denial. “You’re too distracted, lost somewhere in your own head. You might not give a shit that it could get you killed but I do.”
Suddenly there’s a wave of tears building - burning behind your nose - those nasty little voices purring through your skull as you gape at him.
Useless.
Can’t even do the one thing he keeps you around for, your job.
Why would he ever look at you the way you wish he would when all you are is a constant hindrance to him.
And then you get defensive, that energy bursting hot and fast through your blood before you can slam it down.
"You don’t get to make that decision for me Mando.” You snarl, swatting away his outstretched hand that reaches for you when expression threatens to crumble. “Don’t! You don’t have to keep pretending you care, I know I’m dispensable, if I die you can get another partner anywhere.”
He reels back as if you’ve struck him. “You really think I’d do that?”
"Why not! It’s not like I’m special is it? There’s heaps of other hunters out there, one’s more skilled - more reliable - probably easier on the eyes too.” You laugh humourlessly, eyes stinging with salt as you begin to pace. Ignoring the gentle lilt of your name that he tries to offer as a grounding force, something to bring you back to him when you’re clearly beginning to spiral.
"Hell you could replace me right here and now if it’ll make your life easier.” You babble. “Just think of all the credits you can rake in, not having to put up with my shit anymore.”
Your breaths are starting to come quick and shallow and before you can say anything else Mando is immediately in front of you - his hands snatching at your shoulders before he drags you into a bone-crushing hug.
You struggle against it for a moment - a fighter down to the last possible second - and then you fall apart. Harsh, ugly sobs wracking your frame whilst his gloved hand smooths over your hair, his helmet pressed to your temple as he makes soft mouthed sounds to try and comfort you.
He waits until your cries quieten down, until the quake of your body lessens to a light shudder and then he tilts his head to look at you. “Look at me. Look at me - mesh’la - please.” He murmurs.
You shake your head. You don’t want to see how pathetic you look, can’t bear the thought of what will stare back at you in the reflection of his beskar.
"Please.” He repeats.
You bury your face closer into his cowl, croaking “I can’t.”
There’s a beat of silence - disrupted only by the rhythmic drip drip drip from the faucet. And then he’s sighing - a desperately sad sound that twists something vital in your chest until you're sure you’ll feel a snap.
"Can you tell me why?” He murmurs, hesitance bleeding through him as you stiffen in his arms and he swallows thickly. “It’s not just now is it, you haven’t been able to look at me in days and if it’s because of something I’ve done - if I’ve made you feel this way - then I need to know. I need to make it right, because I can’t lose you.”
Oh - oh no - he thinks it's his fault.
Your throat closes up and for a moment you feel like you could cry all over again. He carries a guilt that has never been his to bear and it wounds you in some way - that this man who has only known you for such a short time takes your happiness so personally that he would beg to right a wrong that he’s not even sure he himself had made.
He says that he can’t lose you like he refuses to entertain a scenario where you’re not by his side and you don’t even realise that you’re practically crushing him to you in another fierce embrace until you feel the gentle weight of his helmet resting against the crown of your head.
"It's not you Mando." You blurt, a soft flutter brushing through your chest when he squeezes you tight as his body sags with relief. But only seconds later he stiffens again and you know he’s heard it. The implication. It’s not you. There’s someone else.
You know he’s worked it out by the sudden change in how he holds you - the subtle shift from comforting to protective - his body all but curling around yours.
He growls. “Who.” And you shudder.
You need to explain and fast before he decides to storm out of the bathroom and track down everyone who’s come into contact with you in the past few days. This job you’ve been on had required a lot of stealth so as to not tip off your target and if you were going to pick up where you left off after everything then the last thing you needed was your Mandalorian going on a vengeful rampage.
He lets you untangle yourself from him reluctantly, follows like a shadow when you point to a spot on the floor and state lamely. “We should probably sit for this.”
**
You can feel his eyes on you as you slide down the wall, as you fold your legs only to stretch them out in front of you not even a moment later. He’s not stupid, you know that, you know Mando is wisely giving you the time you need - refraining from pushing whilst you try and get your head together under the guise of making yourself comfortable on the grimy floor.
When you’re as ready as you think you’ll ever be you take a deep breath to begin but suddenly find yourself hesitating.
Were you really going to tell him? Could you let every sad little truth pour from you when you've spent so long plugging it up, shoving it down. Building a damn in your mind and your heart to keep it from making a mess for those around you.
Hunters were meant to be strong - an undeniable, deadly force. They didn't do insecurities - self-doubt - weaknesses. At least that's what you'd always been told. It's the impression you got from every one you ever met, including Mando.
So how could you tell him that you were haunted by all of them. That every now and again they ripped into you and made you feel like your worth was less than nothing. How could you lay yourself emotionally bare like that and expect that he would still look at you the same after?
…Except hadn't you already? You had spiralled before his very eyes. You had screamed and cried and shattered to pieces and yet… there had been no judgement.
There had been nothing from him except comfort and patience. The press of his body against yours as he held you like you were infinitely precious - like he wished nothing more than to be a barrier against all these things he was clueless about except for the fact they were trying to hurt you.
"Did you know I always wanted to be a hunter?” You ask so suddenly that he jerks, surprised.
It makes you smile when he softly shakes his head , when he shifts from his relaxed position against the wall and tilts his body towards yours as you offer a rare glimpse into the life you had before him.
"I thought it sounded like the coolest job ever.” You recall. “Getting paid to chase down bad people and learning how to use a shit load of weapons? What more could I want? And it turned out I was good at it, better than a lot of other things I’d tried to force myself into growing up.”
He makes a soft noise of agreement - like he gets it - and your lips twitch. “When I returned home after a really long time of taking pretty much every job that came my way, I thought my parents would be proud. I thought they’d be happy I had made some kind of a life for myself and that I wasn’t struggling for money like they had worried I would when I decided to make my own way instead of relying on them.”
You close your eyes as the memory resurfaces. “They weren’t. My dad basically said I was no better than a vulture, feeding off other people’s misfortune, but my mum…”
Your voice cracks and you swallow hard, fingers picking at a still healing wound on your hand before a gloved one stops you. Silently lacing thick fingers through your own as you struggle not to sob.
“My mum told me I had ruined myself. My face and my body. I had forgotten how obsessed she could be with our family’s image and legacy until she told me that no one would want someone who was covered in scars or who’s nose or teeth weren’t perfectly straight because they’d been damaged too many times fighting with bounties."
He sucks in a breath and you can feel it. His rage.
It pours from him in waves as he visibly bristles beside you, drenching his voice when he rasps your name and you have to hurriedly continue. Shoving the rest of the story out of you because if you stop and let yourself wallow in the emotions clawing at the pair of you then you may never fully get the weight of it off your chest.
"I told her I didn’t care.” You spit. “That if my appearance bothered people that much then maybe they were the type of people I didn't want to be around. And it had been the truth, I fucking meant every word.”
"But then I started noticing the way some people would look at me, the way they’d be scrutinising my face or my hair or what I was wearing and I’d hear her voice in my head again.” You don’t realise you’ve trailed off, gone distant, until the soft pressure of Mando’s thumb drawing circles on your hand brings you back.
"I started wondering if they thought the same as her when they looked at me too and then it was like I couldn’t stop. Eventually it happened enough that when I was looking at myself, sometimes I started to think it too.”
His fingers tighten around yours, the soft, aching sigh of “Cyar’ika” slipping through the modulator wrapping around the pain in your chest.
You sniff and your voice comes out thin - watery. “There’s days where I still hear it and when I look in the mirror, or something reflective like your armour, it’s all I can see. But at least I’m still a good hunter right, I’ve got that left? Only, today I completely fucked that up too. So when I can’t look at you Mando, it’s not because you’ve done anything to hurt me or piss me off, it's because when I do, all I can see is how much I disgust myself.”
There’s silence between you as he digests everything. It stretches out and allows your thoughts to wander with it - undecided if what you feel after all that was said is relief or something else. It’s nice that you’ve been able to talk about something that has pained you for so long but now Mando has another piece of you that no one else does - the part of you that is most vulnerable - and you don’t really know what to do with that.
"They don’t deserve you.” He mutters suddenly, so quietly that you almost had to question if you’d simply been hearing things.
You frown. “Who?”
He has your hand in his lap now, cradling it in his larger one as he traces nervous patterns with the other. His voice is steady however, utterly serious. “Your parents, the people who give you those looks. Anyone who can look at you and not see how incredible you are.”
Your chest spasms and you look at him in surprise before your lips attempt to curve into a weak imitation of a smile.
"I appreciate you trying to make me feel better Mando but…”
"Don’t do that.” He chastises you gently. “Whatever voice is telling you right now that you aren’t worthy of being told what I’m about to say to you, I want you to tell it to shut the fuck up and listen to me.”
You snort and the way he tilts his helmet in your direction makes you pretty sure he’s currently got his eyes narrowed at you, an expression on his face that would probably say if you don’t listen, I’ll find a way to make you. You nod for him to continue.
"You are incredible.” He reiterates. “You chose to make something of yourself when you could have had an easy life and you fucking excelled at it. You’re one of the best hunters I’ve ever seen even on your off days and you’ve saved my ass more times than I’d like to count.”
You murmur a sly seven and quicker than you can react he pinches your thigh. A yelp bursts from your throat followed by a shaky laugh and it’s a quick reprieve from the way the pride in his voice was making your ribs constrict.
"You’re a genuinely good person, I’ve never seen you turn away a single person who’s come to you for help and you constantly go out of your way for people. Even those who probably don’t deserve it, like me.” He sees the way you open your mouth to argue and quickly holds up a hand to stop you, shrugging. “I was an asshole when we met, don't deny it.”
He had been. But you had sensed that there was something underneath it all. That there was more than met the eye when it came to this particular Mandalorian and you had been intrigued. And also right.
He shifts next to you and then there’s the brush of buttery-soft leather at your jaw. Hesitant fingertips tilting your face fully towards him as his helmet hovers just above your forehead and you gulp.
"Mando…” You whisper.
"Your mother called you ruined but that’s not what I see when I look at you.” He breathes and you tremble as he palms your cheek. “Every part of you is beautiful and there is nothing that black eyes, bruises, broken bones and scars can do to take that away. They only add to it. They prove that you’re a fucking warrior. That you’ve lived and fought and survived everything the galaxy has had to throw at you. How can your body be ruined when its remained strong and kept you alive despite the hell you’ve been through?”
Something breaks inside you - you’re crying and you don’t even realise it until Mando’s other hand leaves yours to gently swipe away the tears with both thumbs.
It’s the loveliest thing anyone has ever said to you and it seems to highlight the fucking number that those words from your mother have done on you - the fact that you have no idea how to take what Mando has said. How you're supposed to believe it.
But you want to.
You desperately want to believe it so you can drown out the poison in your head with it. Take all those pretty words and lock them safe in your heart for when you next need them.
And unsurprisingly, thanks to how adept you've become at reading the other, Mando instantly catches on to your internal struggle.
"You don't have to believe me right now." He tells you softly. "I know it won't magically make everything go away and you'll suddenly see yourself the way I see you."
He leans back and pulls you with him, tugging you into his chest - the cold kiss of beskar soothing beneath your tear-stained cheeks - as his arms wrap around your shoulders and waist. His chin notched at your crown and the venomous voice in your mind more quiet than it had been in days as you eased into his comfort.
"But one day you will and until that happens I'll gladly be there to remind you as many times as you need me to."
You choose to believe that, a hopeful smile tugging at your lips as you lift your head from its place buried in his neck, to place a soft kiss to the cheek of helmet and whisper. "Thank you Mando."
You choose to believe that you'll always have him by your side. That the ugly words staining your memories will fade eventually.
That one day you'll see yourself as the warrior you've always been.
And for now that's enough.
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Hello! I would like to make a request with Crowley reacting to a Father's Day gift 👀
MC are too tired of the irresponsible behavior of their guardian and the chaos that is happening in the NRC, so all they can do is passive aggression
okay this is hilarious.
Guardian! Crowley reacts to a passive-agressive father's day gift
Characters : Crowley
Gn pronouns were used.
TW : none.
Context : It's been some time since you randomly appeared at NRC. It's principal, Crowley, had quickly grown very fond of you and decided to be your guardian.
However, as odd as it sounds, most of the time it felt like you were the one responsible for him, and not the other way around.
Everyone tells you how hard it is to get accepted there, that it's a very professional and organized institution.
Yeah, you're not buying that. Just some days after you were brought here, a dorm leader literally overblotted, and a while after, yet another one did, and so on.
This institution seems to be home for chaos but is your guardian, self proclaimed bestest father, and the one in charge of the whole place doing anything about it?
Nah, he leaves his precious non-magical kid to be (the extreme and dangerous version of) a therapist for literally everyone.
You were fed up with this, but knowing Crowley, complaining wouldn't do much.
Today's father's day.
You had thought about not gifting Crowley anything, as a way of saying "Act more like a father and maybe next year you'll get one"
But that idea made you feel like you were still the parent of this dinamic, scolding the childish one in hopes of correcting his behavior.
Isn't that exactly what you want to stop?
anyways, what should an actual young adult do in this situation?
Yeah, being petty as hell sounds about right.
You were (again) texting your best friend about your frustrations regarding Crowley.
"hey, y/n, would you give me permission to roast your dad?"
"yeah sure."
he had. so many memes prepared for this occasion.
Most he made himself after listening to you complain about the crowdad almost daily. Yep, they were mostly inside jokes.
There was one, however, that caught your attention.
"Pfff i think I may have his father's day gift figured out"
"naaah you're not going to do that, right?"
"😈😈😈"
"RIGHT?"
all of a sudden this is an arts and crafts montage.
You printed the text and stuff and glued it to the thinnest piece of cardboard you could find.
You also told Idia about your idea and he let you use his 3D printer, for the sake of shitpost.
Once it was done, it looked so professional, like if you had bought it for like, 2$ at the gas station.
"5minutes b4 disaster" was the caption of an (intentionally) slightly blurry pic you posted, that showed your magnum opus.
You finally go to the principal's office.
There he is, playing some annoying mobile game that typically pops up as an ad for a relatively better game way too often.
you give him your beautifully wrapped gift.
"OH! MY PRECIOUS, BEAUTIFUL Y/N!!! I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T FORGET!"
why. does he always have to yell.
as he unwraps your gift, the smile in his faces just gets wider.
"YOU-"
oh my god.
"YOU MADE AN ACTION FIGURE OF YOUR BELOVED DAD?? WHY! I TOTALLY DESERVE THIS!! my sweet, sweet y/n, i know see how you may feel about HAVING THE BEST DAD EVER!!"
yeah he's totally ignoring the package.
the worst part is- you're convinced he read the whole thing, but he's just delusional.
your mission has been a total failure.
The next time you go to his office, you notice the figure on his desk, next to a post-it drawing of you, looking up to the it and smiling.
there's also multiple printed pictures of you (some taken from your social media and a couple paparazzi style)
he's ... actually working on some paperwork, wow. he seems very content.
for just this time. you can let him win.
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— “Don’t try to be a genius, why so serious?” —
Pairings - albedo x fem!reader
Genre - pure fluff
a/n - this whole idea came to mind while listening to scientists cause yk… albedos smart and shit
This was a new feeling for the alchemist, something he couldn’t exactly explain. But he quickly realized what this feeling was, it was love. Albedo had spent time researching all about human emotions, yet he never thought that he himself would be able to feel love for another person. The only person he felt a strong bond between was with the little spark knight Klee. Surprisingly enough, Klee was the one to question albedo about his feelings.
“Mr. Albedo! Um, I have a question for you.” The little girl spoke. “And what might that be Klee?” This wasn’t something new. Klee would often look for albedo whenever he wasn’t busy and ask him about certain topics. I mean, her brother was one the smartest people she knew! “Are you and [name] dating?” Now this, caught his attention. “What? Where did you get that idea from klee…” The alchemist couldn’t help but have a slight blush forming due to the assumption his sister made. “Oh well! Klee was looking around and that’s when I saw your sketchbook! It was opened so a took a peak and… boom! Drawings of [name]!” Klee kept babbling on and on about how she even went to ask Jean and Lisa for their thought’s. “That’s when miss Lisa told me how you must feel something for her! Miss lisa then said how she caught you staring at [name] many times! So, you two must be dating!” Albedo was a blushing mess by now. First, his sister had seen his drawings of [name]. Second, both the acting grand master and Lisa knew about this. Archons! He was so embarrassed! Things couldn’t possibly get worse, right?
“My my, what do we have here? The spark knight herself and the Chief alchemist as well?” Out of everyone, it just had to be him. “Kaeya, what brings you here?” Albedo spoke, he was trying to fix his composure as best as he could. He still had blush coating his checks and his voice cracked a little while speaking. He just hoped the Calvary caption wouldn’t notice. But Kaeya knew how to read people, and he obviously noticed something was wrong. “You seem tense, Albedo. What might the reason be?”
“It’s nothing, really. But you haven’t-“
“Big brother and [name] are dating!” Klee announced. The little girl was jumping up and down almost as if this was something she had been waiting for. And she has. “Klee! You can’t go around saying false claims.” With Kaeya here, albedo knew that his day was only going to get worse. He could already imagine the teasing he was about to receive. “Am I surprised? I’ve seen the way you look at her, albedo.” Kaeya said with a smirk. “Did you just forget what I said? Me and [name] aren’t together. We’re both good friends.” Why wouldn’t anyone listen to him? Him and [name] are only friends, nothing more! “Wait, so you and [name] aren’t dating Mr. albedo?” Klee held her hand on her chin, trying to comprehend what she was just told. Did this mean Lisa lied to her? No! Lisa would never lie! Albedo caught on, he didn’t want his sister thinking that Lisa was a liar. Even though she does lie at times. “Klee, Lisa didn’t lie to you. She just… gave you her thoughts. She must have thought with my sketches of [name], that me and her were more than friends. I do sketches and drawings of multiple people, and [name] is one of those people.” Liar. [name] had only asked albedo for one painting, and it wasn’t even of herself! The blonde had willingly made these sketches of [name] to capture her beauty. Everything about her was captivating. From the way she talked, fought, to how she handled his little sister. He couldn’t help but fall for the girl.
“Say klee, how about you go with miss amber,” Kaeya pointed towards her. “I Wanna have a word with your brother and I bet you just wanna have fun with amber, correct?” Klee nodded, she quickly ran towards Ambers side. Leaving the Calvary caption and Chief alchemist alone. “Being the genius you are, you out of everyone should’ve caught these signals [name] has given you, or were you just trying to act all cold and serious around them?” Albedo thought for moment. He then quickly realized what these signals were. The way your pupils dilated when you glanced at Albedo, the smile you wore at all times whenever you were with him, how you would worry and care for him whenever he spent to much time on his work and not on himself. He quickly realized you loved him just as much as he did you. Albedo was trying so hard to realize what these signs meant, love isn’t easy. Its a learning process. “Now have you realized?” Albedo sighed, he then nodded at Kaeyas question. “So, what are you waiting for? You better make a move before someone else does.”
#albedo x reader#albedo x fem!reader#albedo fluff#genshin x reader#genshin impact#albedo x y/n#genshin imagines#genshin albedo#koiir writes
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LGC BOYS ADVENTURES ( RECAP )
( note: this post will summarize what happened during episodes 6-9. there’s no writing requirements for this post specifically, but it was mostly written to give everyone a general idea as to what happened and for potential netizen article topics if you need ideas. )
EPISODE 6
the episode starts off with short clips of each of the LGC BOYS member heading towards the airport as they head to jeju. once they all arrive, the boys are escorted to a different place where the staff can reveal to them the results of the cooking competition. when the results are revealed along with the rewards that each team had, they were told to head to their first location.
the screen then changes to a black screen with a text at the center saying, “MAZE LAND, JEJU-DO”.
with the boys standing in front of maze land, pd bae tells them that there was an additional opportunity for the teams to earn more money for their expenses. as they split the boys into the two same teams they were in before, each team is led by one of the staff members towards one of the two starting points of the maze. after the count of three, all of them began to navigate through the complicated maze. the scene focuses on JC and AJ, who are trying their best to navigate through the maze. a few minutes into the conversation, JC tells the other, “i wish i was taller. maybe that’d be helpful.” at the bottom of the screen is a caption that says, “dear height fairy, please make our 175cm and 177cm idols taller so they can win the maze!” followed by two cute headshot drawings of AJ and JC.
on the other end of the maze, the atmosphere is quite different as DEREK and NATHAN attempt the same task but with a different approach. “listen to me, i know the smartest trick to get through a maze fast. you have to keep one hand on a wall, and you just follow the direction that wall takes you until you find the exit. c’mon! we need to hurry up and run!” NATHAN tells his fellow member as DEREK tries his best to keep up with the other. however, with NATHAN being taller than him, DEREK said out loud, “this is the most running i have ever done.” followed by a male voice can be faintly be heard as he says out loud, “i agree. why is he so fast?” but when one of the other cameras records the same scene from a different angle, the audience quickly realizes that the faint voice came from the cameraman that was supposed to be recording them. the scene does a quick flashback to the cameraman’s attempt to keep up with NATHAN, only to be left behind and join DEREK through the maze.
after a while, it shows that TEAM A had won the maze race, which meant that they would be earning additional money for their allowance. at the end of the episode, the show gives the fans an opportunity to win VIP tickets to the LGC BOYS 1ST WORLD TOUR: BACK DOOR! If the fan tags their post on instagram and correctly answers the question, they will be rewarded two VIP tickets!
EPISODE 7
as the boys headed back to their vans and to their vacation house, the audience sees various shots of the modern vacation house that was rented for the show.
later into the night, the scene shifts towards AGITO’s leader, JIHO hiding something peculiar. but when the flashback reveals the tangerines he was eating earlier and how he hid them, the viewers are baffled as to what JIHO plans to do with them. “hold out your hand, i have a present for you.” JIHO tells the younger as it is apparent that HARU is wary and uncertain over what the present is. when JIHO places the tangerine onto his hand, the camera zooms in on the said fruit and is given additional sound effects to make the present rather ‘shocking’ for the fans. the two of them continue to talk over their time spent during project origin and the jeju items that JIHO had bought earlier.
and right when people thought the episode ended, they were met with a surprising situation as they see a shadow walking around the vacation house at night. it leaves the viewers curious as to who was awake around this time, but as the knock was heard the text discloses that it’s JC visiting room two. but when JC opens the door, he’s met with disappointment for a brief second before he’s startled by a ‘giant ghost’. JC’s reaction was caught on camera, along with UNO’s entrance from another camera. it leaves the viewers laughing even more when they show JC and UNO’s appearance on DREAM TEAM and how similar their situation was back then along with the words, “some things never change”.
it’s the next morning and as the boys were given their itinerary for the day, they show the activities the boys have done so far but there’s one that stands out and it’s the visit to AQUA PLANET JEJU. a brief history behind the place is explained before it transitions to the versus and type zero leaders. the two of them talk about the aquatic creatures that were swimming around them. as AJ points to the clownfish as his favorite, UNO responds, “i think my favorite is either the seabeauty butterflyfish or the clown triggerfish.” a doodle of the said fishes are placed side by side to the leaders in hopes that one day, the fans would draw the two leaders with the fishes.
EPISODE 8
after exploring jeju and participating in various activities, all of the lgc boys reunite as they head towards SAEYEON BRIDGE, known to be a popular spot to watch the sunset. as all of them are waiting for the sun to set, one could hear some of the conversations going on with some of the boys.
“i didn’t peg you for a ‘nature’ sort of guy, but i guess we have a lot to learn about each other, right?” YUSHIN tells JC as the two of them are looking at the nature view in front of them. and like YUSHIN had said, it seemed like the boys had learned a lot about each other. a montage of the boys practicing and performing is shown as viewers are reminded of the amount of work and stress all of them had to deal with to get to where they were at. now they were here, enjoying the sun set before they would tackle whatever tasks would await them in the future.
but despite the nostalgic vibe that was shown earlier, there was still a bit of lighthearted humor happening simultaneously as the camera pans over to K and WON, who are already talking about one of their concerns, which was the amount of money they had spent in the past couple of hours. with only a little bit of money left for team a, it seems like drastic measures had to be taken ( and by drastic measures, it’s really K and WON finding a way to convince pd bae to give them more money ).
“maybe if you act cute the pd will give us extra cash,” WON suggests and his suggestion is the start of ‘charm the pd with K’s cuteness’ plan. as the two VERSUS members discuss a bit further about their plan and K tries to convince pd bae to give them money, the pd eventually complies as he gives partial money ( because he really couldn’t give the money they requested for, but he wasn’t too mean to not give any ).
returning to the current situation, one of the staff members taps the shoulder of one of the members and secretly tells him to follow them. away from the rest of the crowd, the staff member reveals one of the purposes of this show, which was to get to know the members well ( both within the group and to the public ). each of the boys are asked separately to name one person that made a memorable impression to them, and instead of revealing what each of them said, the episode ends on a cliffhanger.
EPISODE 9
there’s one last activity left for all of the boys and it’s also the second and ( possibly ) last opportunity for their fans to receive VIP tickets to their concert. with all of the boys at the WIND 1947 JEJU EXTREME CIRCUIT, each one of them attend a quick safety lesson before choosing whichever kart they like. however for UNO the giant ghost, his height seemed to be a bit of a problem as he tries to sit down on the kart. WON does the same, but unlike the other it seemed like he had a bit of an easier time ( and perhaps being 6cm shorter really makes a difference ). the two of them begin the race, followed by others who seemed more focus on having fun with the race.
yet all of them are met with a plot twist that fits the finale episode of the season — they were asked trivia questions about jeju! with each one of them answering the questions to the best of their abilities, they do everything they could to do well ( after all, the reward would be for their fans )! on the final question, when the correct answer was given, there was a celebratory moment to commemorate their victory. but their celebration lasted for a short while before they were reminded that they would be heading back to seoul where they would be preparing for their comeback and concert tour.
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Originally a Land of the Fallen Fairies blog, with the occasional rottmnt. This has evloved into 'rottmnt superfan makes an AU and 100+ posts with three followers (one of them being my sibling) and goes insane. /pos.
(the old stuff is still here btw)
Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles AU.
Is this show the best thing to ever exist? Yes. Did the fandom make it even better? Also yes.
Can I try combining the two? Here's hoping.
This AU consist of - the older sisters, Mikey getting more 'episodes', Donnie getting validation + being besties with Baron Draxum and so on and so forth.
If the links don't work, try this post
Concept post
Backstory ramblings
Frida, daughter of Big Mama and the eldest turtle.
More Frida, and Louise - the one trapped in another dimension.
Basically a bookmark for Donnie reference
Frida's upbringing.
Louise, the god-child of the other dimension
Louise plays with old Kraang mechs
Leo meets Frida
Louise has her own fashion show. (ft- old Kraang mechs)
Frida and Donnie hack the government
Legalize Nuclear Bombs trio
Louise
Frida fights with Leo
Louise gets a glow up
'I understand you, little brother'
Baron Draxum raised Louise
Frida meets Louise. ft: turtle tots
Donnie headcannons
Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Show Notes.
As a rottmnt superfan, I think it's very shameful I have not actually watched the full series. I have been trying to get myself to watch all of it for literal months, and I will finally start now.
To keep my motivation to actually watch my favorite show (wow) I will be writing down little things I like/notice/one sentence summary of each episode.
Plus I want to do the AU with the events of the show but a "little to the left" including the missing sisters, Mikey getting his deleted episodes back, ideas that couldn't be used because the show was cancelled, fandom ideas, etc. etc.
AND this is also doubling as info from each episode, so that way I don't forget anything important.
(Like I forgot Heuso existed. Who does that?)
Mystic Mayhem
Mystic Mayhem Donnie notes.
The Land of the Fallen Fairies.
A story about some non-humans with no human contact and is as far from reality as possible.
A story told in captions and multimedia that is meant to be my comfort story. It's about a unreliable narrator that is so in faer head that the actual plot happens in the background. Literal civilizations are dying and faer guardian may be destined to kill faer, but Anuli has something more to think about. Fae can't stay happy or go for too long without making a mistake that ends up hurting everyone else, so fae uses faer hyper fixation to fix faer overthinking and general incompetence. After all, if Anuli isn't the antagonist anymore, fae will get a happy ending, right? That's the hope anyways, that one day fae will be someone that will put the other's care to good use instead of wasting it.
General tag
Anuli's thots
Blurb
fiddle leaf figs
"I have a tree?"
Meet Anuli, your resident tree-less dryad. (The others are baffled, how can a tree fairy not have a tree?) Fae is story obsessed, and constantly overthinking, to the point where reality is just something fae has to deal with from time to time... and it's getting really unpleasant actually. Why does everything Anuli tries either fall apart or go well but... not really be the thing that gets fixes what fae messed up. If only fae could live in a constant daydream-
oh. Bad idea.
milanote - where most of the info is
The Mundane Magic series
Based off a tumblr post, here's a story about having control about what your mundane magic.
Part one - the concept
Part two - character prose
#pixie ocs#storytelling#oc stuff#fiction#take care of yourself#dryads#oc story#oc#oc art#ocs#my ocs#original character#digital art#oc rp#writeblr#writer things#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#writers and poets#creative writing#writers#writing#the land of the fallen fairies#anuli the dryad#Anuli#needle felted#needle felting#rise frida
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#femaleidol#femaleidolsedit#taeyeon#snsd#kgirlsquad#girlgroupnet#mygif#gif:snsd#how does everyone caption their gifs i have no idea
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Twice going public with their relationship
Nayeon
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
The manager grumbled designated, causing a smile to flicker across Nayeon’s face. She knew that her actions hadn’t particularly been fair, but she just hadn’t been able to help it any longer. After dating in secret for almost five years, she had just been so tired of all the extreme measures that she needed to take to hide her love life from the public eye. All the missed opportunities to spontaneously try out new trendy restaurants, to carelessly have shopping sprees in the busiest parts of Seoul or to simply hold your hand out in public had fed more and more into her frustration. Until she had just reached her limit. And she had figured that if her company would refuse to make an official statement voluntarily, she would just leave them with no other choice.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Nayeon acted innocent, but her manger instantly rolled his eyes, knowing her well enough to mistake her for a fool.
“Of course you don’t. You’re an idol for almost a decade now, but you did not know that the media or your fans would grow suspicious if they would see you parading around red roses on Valentine’s day or buying couple’s jewelry or talking about your ‘very important friend’. You totally had no idea...”
He huffed while darting an angry glance at her, causing Nayeon to grin sheepishly. Of course she had known. She couldn’t even say that she was surprised that her plan had worked so perfectly. The media and the fans had darted for her clues like some hungry vultures like expected and by now the tabloid press was brimming over with articles about her possible lovers.
“We’re going to have to make an official statement, but I’m guessing you already knew that. The overwhelming evidence makes it impossible to deny everything. So we’re going to release the usual nonsense about how the happiness of our idols is the most important thing to us and we ask to respect your privacy. Does that sound ok to you?”
Her manager asked and Nayeon pretended to think about the offer for a second before nodding eagerly. She didn’t even wait for him to explain the exact procedure in more detail, but hastily apologized for her ‘faux pas’ and bolted out of the conference room instead. She couldn’t even wait to tell you about the news. Of course, the two of you would still not be able to behave like a normal couple, but at least you finally wouldn’t have to be as paranoid as before. And who knew, maybe she could already start planning a facereveal...
Jeongyeon
“Don’t you think you took it a bit too far this time?”
You asked while staring at your phone with a cute frown, causing Jeongyeon to chuckle.
“Meh, don’t worry, it’s fine.”
She shrugged before rounding the table to stand behind you and wrap her arms around you. Leaning forward, she could catch a glimpse of the Instagram post that you were looking at and she smiled to herself proudly.
“It’s a nice picture, isn’t it?”
She grinned and you turned your head to look at her with a worried expression.
“It is a nice picture. But it’s also a very obvious picture. And the caption doesn’t really make it any better.”
You pouted and Jeongyeon had to suppress the urge to kiss you.
“Obvious? You think? I mean we could just be good friends.”
She tried to reason with you, but you only shot her an annoyed glance, causing her to giggle. She was well aware that the photo conveyed an unmistakable message. While you couldn’t see the faces of the two of you, your intertwined figures and the caption that read ‘Lightning straight to my heart’ were almost equal to posting a picture of the two of you kissing. It wasn’t the first time that Jeongyeon had posted a picture of the two of you, but it was the first time that she almost plainly confessed her love for you. She hadn’t really been scared to make the post though. Everyone that had mastered the basic rules of math, had already put two and two together a long while ago and she had gotten used to the few idiots that couldn’t be happy for her.
“Don’t worry too much about it, babe. Everyone already knows anyways. Plus, I’m ready to fight anyone who dares to attack you.”
Jeongyeon lifted both of her hands in front of her face like a boxer before attacking the air with a few sloppy punches, causing you to snort with laughter.
“Thank you, I’m feeling very safe now.”
You chuckled and Jeongyeon pretended to flex her biceps before wrapping her arms around you once again and kissing the crown of your head. Why should she care about the opinion of others? All she needed was you anyways.
Momo
Momo huffed theatrically when she counted the number of headlines that entailed her name tonight. In hindsight, she could slap herself for making it so easy for the tabloid press to start a rumor about her. Every time she replayed the interview in her head, she wanted to dive into the memory to grab herself by the shoulders and shake herself out of her trance.
“And Momo, I’ve heard that you’ve contributed a song to this album as well. It has received a lot of praise. But let me ask you this...” The radio host licked his lips while smirking mischievously, causing Momo to gulp. She didn’t know where he was going with his question, but she was almost 100% certain that she wouldn’t like it. “The song is quite heartfelt. Listening to it honestly made my heart beat twice as fast and it immediately threw me down memory lane with my first love. So I was wondering... it has to be about a special someone, right? Where did you get your inspiration from?”
Momo stared at the radio host with wide eyes before frantically skimming the script of the show to find a carefully prepared reply from her PR team to such a delicate question. But there was no such reply. She couldn’t even find the question in the first place. The radio host must have improvised it to catch her off guard - which he obviously managed to do.
“Um...the song? I...um...I wrote it about...um...well...”
She stuttered nervously, realizing that there was nothing but a void in her head right now, forcing her to look at her members for help.
“Well it’s always the same writing process for all of us. We usually get a theme from the company and then we build a song around that.”
Jihyo stepped in confidently, pretending to be completely unfazed by the inappropriate question of the host, causing Momo to dart a grateful glance at her. Her relief, however, only lasted a second before she looked into the smug face of the radio host who knew as well as her that this was all it took to set off an avalanche.
Momo angrily locked her phone and threw it to the foot of the bed, scaring Dobby and Boo half to death. Why couldn’t she have said something smart like Jihyo?
“Stop wracking your brains, Momo. What’s done is done and at one point you’ve always wanted to come clean anyways.”
Your voice ripped Momo out of her hell loop, and she turned her head to the side. Contrary to her assumption you weren’t asleep yet but were watching her attentively instead.
“I know. But I wanted it to be on my terms.”
She replied with a heavy heart, causing you to crease your face with pity before opening your arms for her. Momo happily accepted your invitation and immediately scooched closer to you to bury her face in the crook of your neck.
“This is just a small bump in the road. It’s nothing that we couldn’t overcome together.”
You whispered into her ear and Momo found herself nodding without even having to think about it. As long as she could come home to you, she didn’t need to worry about the chaos out there.
Sana
“It could have happened to any of us.”
Jihyo tried to cheer her up, but Sana immediately shook her head.
“Really? Then why didn’t it happen to anyone else? I’m so stupid.”
Sana sobbed causing you to wrap your arms around her.
“You only flashed your lockscreen for one second, babe. It was mere bad luck that one of your fansites has managed to snap a good picture of it.”
You tried to support Jihyo’s argument, but Sana still felt like the biggest idiot in the world.
Why did she have to pick a picture of the two of you kissing? She had known that she was playing with fire, but she had liked the thrill of it and thought that she could handle it. Now that she had burnt herself, however, she regretted her foolishness.
“What are we supposed to do now?”
Sana looked at you, partially asking for your forgiveness and partially asking you for your advice.
“JYPE probably has a standardized procedure for this, right?”
You turned to the other members that were all gathered in the living room to take care of Sana.
“Yeah, I’m guessing that they will either just ignore the uproar, or confirm the relationship. The decision is probably up to you.”
Nayeon replied and all the members expectantly looked at Sana. For a moment, she contemplated which of these choices would cause the least amount of damage, but then she figured that she had already tempered with your life enough for one day. This was a decision that should be made by you.
“What do you want?”
Sana asked while taking your hand and looking deep into your eyes. Silently, you seemed to be going through both scenarios in your head while holding her gaze before eventually clearing your throat.
“Oh well, my face is out there anyways now and I’m sure one of your crazy fans will figure out my identity sooner or later. So let’s just do this. I’m here in your life for good, so why not make it official?”
You grinned, causing Sana’s face to light up in an instant. Relieved, she jumped onto your lap to bury you in a hug, making your whole body vibrate against hers as you giggled happily. And for that moment, Sana decided to let her worries be a problem for another day.
Jihyo
“Do you think this is the right decision?”
Jihyo anxiously looked at you through the mirror while the makeup staff was giving her makeup the last touch ups.
“Absolutely. I mean you’ve been scared for a while now that our relationship will get revealed against your will and you’ll feel as stumped as last time. So this is the only logical thing to do. Plus, you know I’ve got your back no matter what.”
You smiled while stepping closer to her to give her shoulder a light squeeze. Jihyo instantly felt the majority of her worries washing away and she grabbed your hand gratefully. Not only had you tolerated her unbearable paranoia the past years, but now you had also accepted her decision to go public with your relationship without opposition although it could cause you a lot of trouble.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
Jihyo exclaimed, wishing that the two of you weren’t in an overcrowded waiting room right now, so that she could pull you into a hug. Just when it seemed like you were thinking about the same thing, however, the two of you suddenly got interrupted by the PD of the interview.
“We’re ready for you now.”
He announced and Jihyo smiled at you one last time before getting into work mode. Wordlessly, she followed the PD out of the waiting room into the studio while practicing the lines that she had prepared in her head. After a short introduction from the host of the show, Jihyo eventually stepped onto the stage, trying not to let her nervousness show too much. At first, the interview proceeded like any other, addressing trivial topics, paired with some bad, scripted jokes. But then the host slowly stirred her questions towards a topic that every idol usually tried to avoid as much as possible: dating.
“So Jihyo, I’ve been told that you’ve been in a healthy relationship for almost two years now. Is that correct?”
The interviewer asked eventually and Jihyo felt like running out of the studio as fast as she could when she got déjà vu of the last time that her dating news spread. After stealing a quick glance behind the camera though and meeting your gaze, she remembered again who she was doing this for, and she regained her composure.
“Yes, that is correct.”
She replied calmly, suddenly realizing that this was indeed the only right thing to do. This was her life and her relationship, and it was time to take control over both of these things again.
Mina
“So you guys will take the 10 am flight and then I could follow with the 11 am one?”
You thought out loud while scrolling through the endless list of flights from Seoul to LA. For a moment, Mina just stared at you instead of giving you a reply, contemplating whether she should voice the crazy idea that had been on her mind the past weeks or not. The longer she looked at you, however, the more her desire to follow through with her idea grew and she decided to just ignore all the risks that would come with it.
“Just come to the airport with us.”
She exclaimed, causing you to look up from your laptop with one eyebrow raised wonderingly.
“And with ‘with us’ you mean ‘together`? As in ‘totally exposing ourselves’?”
You asked cynically and Mina laughed before walking closer to you to take a seat on your lap while facing you.
“I wouldn’t really call it ‘exposing ourselves’ because I think we’ve been exposed for a while now.”
She chuckled, remembering all the fan theories that went around Twitter. After all you’ve been her steady companion for almost five years now, following her no matter where she went.
“I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if you’d have your own fansite soon. I mean there are already hundreds of stolen pictures of you roaming around the internet...I’m pretty sure everyone knows what’s going on.”
Mina added and you tilted your head to the side while contemplating her proposition.
“It’s true, there have always been rumors. But actually confirming the relationship would cause a whole other buzz. There would be a lot of bad responses.”
You remarked with a pained expression and Mina’s hands automatically moved up to your face to caress it softly.
“I know. But I’ve learned that I can’t live up to everyone’s expectations anyways. And that’s ok. There are only a few people that matter anyways. And you’re right at the top of that list. I just want to make you happy. Which would be a lot easier without all this hide and seek that we have going on.”
She replied and your face lit up in an instant.
“Well how could I disagree with that?”
You grinned, causing Mina to pull your bodies flush together. She wouldn’t allow anyone anymore to take her happiness away from her.
Dahyun
When Dahyun entered the bedroom, her gaze fell on you, leaning against the headboard of your shared bed, reading a book. It hadn’t been long since the two of you had celebrated your fifth wedding anniversary, but she still could never get tired of the sight of you. With a smile playing on her lips, she climbed into the bed and settled on her side. Usually you would keep reading for some time and she would go through her schedule and prepare whatever was planned for the next day. But something else was on her mind today. Soon Twice would celebrate their reunion after ending their group activities a few years back and Dahyun had been playing with the thought of finally letting her fans in on a piece of information that she had withheld from them till now.
“What’s on your mind?”
You suddenly asked and Dahyun realized that you weren’t even reading anymore but looking at her instead.
“Do you think we should go public with our relationship?”
She blurted out bluntly, making you look at her with a surprised expression.
“Go public? After all those years?”
You responded perplexed, making Dahyun giggle.
She could understand your confusion. In all those years that you had been dating, she had never lost a single word about you in any interview. She had always kept her private and work life strictly separate. But now that she was older, she was thinking about changing that.
“Yeah, I was just thinking that the fans might appreciate to know a bit more about me. Do you hate the idea?”
She wondered carefully because you still kept looking at her rather blindsided.
“No, I don’t. I just hadn’t expected you to make that proposal. But I’m fine with it if you are.”
You smiled, causing Dahyun to grin happily. All of a sudden, she was almost even excited to break the news. She was sure that the faces of everyone would be hilarious. Probably not so much, however, because they would be surprised that she was married -after all that was fairly normal for a woman her age- but because no one would expect her to reveal anything about herself after all those years. There was nothing that she loved more than being unpredictable though.
Chaeyoung
“I’m sorry that I didn’t warn you before.”
Chaeyoung turned her head to see the emotions in your face, but gladly there was no trace of resentment.
“It’s ok. It seemed like the right moment.”
You smiled while tightening your embrace on her and Chaeyoung exhaled in relief before settling against your chest again. A part of her, however, still felt bad for her impulsive decision. The two of you had never even talked about going public with your relationship before, because Chaeyoung had never wanted to take that step anyways as she had felt like her relationship was a private matter. But when the interviewer had asked about sasaengs and other encroaching fans and how they hampered idols’ lives, it had just seemed wrong to stay quiet.
“And have fans ever negatively impacted your live before?”
The interviewer asked, causing Chaeyoung to suddenly feel the rush to talk about a taboo topic that had been bothering her for a while already. For a moment, she silently stared at the interviewer, thinking about your and the company’s reaction if she would hit the headlines by addressing a delicate matter like this. In the end, however, she felt like it was her duty to stay true to herself and to speak the truth.
“Of course.. I cannot even count how many times I’ve had to change my phone number before because I’ve been molested by so-called fans. But there is another thing that has been bothering me lately.”
Chaeyoung started, wondering if she was the only one who could feel the tension in the air or if it had truly gotten a hundred degrees warmer in the room.
“There is that one topic that has caused so many scandals already and made idols’ lives unnecessarily hard and I don’t know why.”
She made a short break, seeing how the interviewer looked at her with wide eyes full of anticipation.
“It’s bothering me that idols have to be scared of dating. Most idols are in their 20s. It’s completely normal to be dating. Yet, we’re not allowed to reveal it publicly for fear of receiving hate and I don’t think its fair. I have been working hard for my fans in the past years. But I am also in a relationship. I don’t see why those two things shouldn’t go together and cause such an uproar every time.”
Chaeyoung suddenly felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her and she proudly looked into the camera. Maybe she would be scolded by her company later and maybe this interview would never even get aired. But she was glad that she had been brave enough to stand up for her beliefs. She would no longer accept to be punished for something that made her happy.
Tzuyu
“How could I have been so naïve?”
Tzuyu groaned and buried her face in her hands.
The news had hit her like lightning. The two of you had been in public together a thousand times before. Dinner dates, walking the dogs or just strolling around pretty neighborhoods. No one had ever noticed you. Or at least she had thought so. But now it turned out that she had just walked right into Dispatch’s trap.
“You couldn’t have known that they were having you in their sight.”
You tried to cheer her up while running your hand soothingly in circles on her back. But Tzuyu immediately shook her head.
“I should have known though. I’m an idol after all.”
She sighted, being haunted by all the memories when the two of you had taken unnecessary risks that were now coming back to bite her. Of course, you had always been careful when you had been out in public. You had never kissed; you had never even held hands. A single picture of the two of you would have never been enough to prove your relationship. But Dispatch had outsmarted her. They didn’t only release one picture of the two of you, but a whole article with countless pictures that showed the two of you on your dates. Even a blind person could probably see that those were more than just friendly meetups.
“What am I supposed to do know?”
Until now, Tzuyu hadn’t really thought about going public with you yet. She had experienced one scandal in her career before that had been enough to make her very careful about what to say and what to display to the public eye. It had never even crossed her mind to go public even though she didn’t even have a dating ban theoretically. Now, however, she wished that she had made some kind of plan to help her deal with a situation like this. Would her company be mad? Would her fans be mad? Should she try to deny everything or use this opportunity to relieve herself of the burden of keeping her relationship a secret? There were so many questions in her head that she could physically feel it throbbing.
“One step at a time. Let’s just wait what your company has to say first. Things are never as bad as they seem. And I will help you wherever I can.”
You exclaimed and Tzuyu nodded half-heartedly while letting her head fall to your lap. Right at this moment she couldn’t fully believe what you were saying, but she was glad that she was having you by her side.
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beijing bound , owen power
note, this is my contribution to the olympic fic world. i know it's late, disregard that. just a side note, i have no idea what it was like for the athletes while they were in beijing, so this is all works of fiction.
another note, i literally know nothing about ice skating, so please don't judge me if i get something wrong. if i do get something wrong, please let me know!
pair, owen power x reader
summary, y/n and owen are beijing bound.
warnings, covid
word count, 933 words
(gif not mine)
You and Owen both got the news that you were going to the Olympics around the same time, give or take a few hours.
You stared at your phone, fear in your eyes, as you stared at the email sitting in your inbox, “Are you gonna read it?” Owen asked.
“I can’t.” You shook your head nervously.
“You want me to read it for you?” Owen offered.
“Yeah.” You shoved your phone at Owen. He clicked on the email, and you watched his eyes dance across each word, “Well?” You asked.
“Your Beijing bound, baby!” He hollered.
Your eyes widened as you stared at him, “I’m going to the Olympics?”
“You’re going to the Olympics.” Owen nodded.
"Oh, my God!" You jumped up, "Owen!"
"You're going to Beijing!" He jumped up and down with you. He picked you up and spun you around, "I'm so proud of you."
"I have so many calls to make." You gasped, kissing him, them pulling away.
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A few hours later, all your calls had been made, and you were working on homework on Owen's bed, while he sat at his desk, playing whatever video game.
He checked his phone, and let out a loud cheer, before jumping out of his chair, "What?"
He showed you his phone screen, "We're going to Beijing, baby!" He cheered. You jumped off his bed and into his arms, hugging him tight.
"We're going to the Olympics!" You cheered.
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You walked out, decked out in the merch Team Canada had been gifted by Lululemons. Your eyes were wide as you took in everything, "Is it everything you ever dreamed it would be?"
"It's magical." You spoke mesmerized, "It's everything and more." You told him.
"There's still more." Owen laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders while the other held his phone.
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You were practicing with your coach on the ice, "Push, push, up!" She shouted from the sidelines. You caught your breathe as you skated over to her, grabbing your water bottle.
"All right, take five minutes." She patted you on the back.
Owen walked down the tunnel down to you, "Hi." You smiled.
"Hi, how's practice?"
"Going good. Almost got the routine down." You took another gulp of water.
"Can I get a sneak peek?" He asked.
"Nope." You shook your head, "You can watch it when everyone else does." You smiled.
"Ugh, the suspense."
"You'll survive." You laughed, "How's practice for you going?"
"Good, it's going good." He nodded, "Feeling good."
"Power, you gotta go!" Your coach shouted at him.
"I guess that's my sign. I'll see you later." He smiled.
"Yeah, see you later." You smiled, leaning over the barrier to kiss him.
-
Sadly, the men's league was sent home, but that didn't mean Owen's support wavered. He decided to stay in Beijing with you until it was time for you to go home. So, he stayed and cheered you on.
"Next up, for Team Canada, Y/N Y/L/N." The English announcer overhead announced. Then all the other languages.
You took a deep breath, wiping your mind of everything other than the routine you were about to perform. As the music began, it almost felt like an out-of-body experience as you skated around the rink.
As the music came to an end, you felt a wave of relief go through your entire body. You skated off the ice, towards where your coach was and waved to the small crowd that was allowed.
You rushed over and hugged her tight, "You were wonderful. Perfect!" She cheered.
"Thank you." You grabbed a water bottle as you waited for your score to come in.
You could feel your hands shaking as you and your coach looked up at the big screen. She reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it, "You were perfect."
The announcers overhead were speaking in another language, but your only focus was on your score.
252.97.
Your coach jumped up happily, pulling you up and into a big hug, "Oh, my God."
"It's not gold, but you're in the top 3." She squeezed you.
"Oh, my God." That was the only thing you managed to get out.
-
You stood on the second podium, the biggest smile on your face. The man with the gold medal, and presented it to the gold medalist. He came back with the silver medal and presented it to you.
"Thank you." You smiled gratefully, picked up the heavy piece of metal, and hung it around your neck. He came back with the bronze medal and presented it to the bronze medalist.
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Owen saw you, dropped what he was doing and picked you up, and spun you around, "Did you see it?" You asked.
"Did I see it? Of course, I saw it!" Owen laughed, "Can I see it?" You pulled the medal out from underneath your jacket, showing him, "This is so cool. What was it like?"
For almost the entire night, you talked about the feeling of being up on the podium, being out on the ice, everything.
-
When you got home, you were greeted with signs from friends and family. The first person to hug you was your mom and dad, who looked like they were on top of the world.
"Can we see it? The medal?" Your mom asked.
You knew that was the first question they could ask, so you produced it from your pocket. It was passed around from person to person as you caught up with your family.
"So, what do you say, Olympic Silver medalist, how does some food sound?"
"Anything but Chinese sounds good." You joked.
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HC: Haikyuu Captains doing the ring light TikTok trend
Characters: Daichi, Ushijima, Bokuto, Terushima, Kuroo, Oikawa
Brought to you by ME ACTING UP WITH ALL THOSE SHITS ON MY FYP. Idk if its trending in other countries cause all the video that goes on my fyp abt this trend is Indonesian so, uh idk. But for those who don't know, its this trend <3 (check the sound)
No one and I mean NO ONE expected him to actually do it literally NO ONE
His tiktok acc probably got famous because he shared gym tips and just replied to a bunch of funny comments loving his body or something
Then this trend pops up in a similar time he posted a vid of him just training and someone (you) commented about him doing the trend
"With those muscles you'd probably look good in that trend 👀"
You obviously didn't expect him to do it AT ALL so you just continued teasing it
Until he asked you to record it for him and you're like ARE YOU SERIOUS?
Obviously he's serious and when you helped him with the transition needless to say you felt quite light headed at seeing his shoulder muscles so prominent with the ring light
His video transition and caption is him replying to your comment
"Let's find out" <- That's what I think of him doing
Question translation: "Does eating a lot of meat make you fat?"
Caption translation: "Hope this answers"
Everyone knew he was going to do it one way or another
His tiktok is probably just filled with thirst traps and replying to thirsty comments asking him to say baby or something
Or just him pretending to be innocent with his tongue piercing when HE KNOWS what it does to people
His video probably starts with him pretending to do it and then not doing it and scolding his viewers for thinking he'd do it
Then it'll come to a transition and boom he's flexing his muscles
Probably the type to do it with a bunch of ring light colors too, since all of his followers want to see him in a red light or a purple one
He'd send every single one of it to you and just boast about how hot he probably looks
You'd agree obviously
How I imagine him doing it
Translation: Huh? Huhhh? What are you guys waiting for huh? Y'all are naughty. ~transition~
This man
Now this man
He's special
His tiktoks are ones that are the most random shit he decides to post
Whether that's like planned videos with Kenma (who begrudgingly accepts) and his teammates or just random storytimes about random shit with a video of him training or stretching
Everyone's always and I mean always thirsting after him
And sometimes when he's feeling mischievous he'd reply to a comment with a video and say something like
"Thank you, but I have a partner."
Before bursting into laughter at the comments always thinking he's lying cause HE SAYS THAT BUT HE NEVER SHOWS HIS PARTNER
Then obviously there are those people who are attacking those who want to see his partner saying shit like they're probably very private, you shouldn't force him too
etc etc
well one day he got tired of all the assumptions everyone was making, whether that was about his relationship or you in general
So he decided to introduce you in the hottest and egotistical way possible.
Flexing his muscle + flexing how cool you are = a perfect post in his eyes
This man is a bastard and a tease
His tiktoks are wildcard where it's filled with him either just showing off his skills
Or making thirst traps to make fangirls scream
Or just randomly doing nothing but still GETTING THE VIEWS
Like he pops up in EVERYONE'S fyp and NO ONE IS MAD, whether that's straightok, alt tok, dark tok, witch tok, booktok, animetok, republican tok, TRUMPTOK, he shows up in everyone's fyp
No one
NO one is mad
And if there are some random ugly dudes in the comments who are mad, he just replies with random words to confuse them
Then one day you go up to him with a new thirst trap idea
He immediately agrees
He's the type to laugh or pose with a cheeky grin at the end after flexing his muscles as if he didn't just make a group of schoolgirls faint
His caption would be deadly (to you) though, he'd say something like, girlfriend in the comments
And then everyone would run to see the pinned comments, only to see him saying Jk
like
a fucking menace
NOW THIS MAN
You're the one who suggested it to him, since like... his muscles are... well... do I even need to say it?
He's incredible that's all you need to know
But you just wanted to see his fangirls scream
Since his tiktoks are filled with him randomly either pranking people accidentally
Or being his goofy self just recording random things in his life making the most mundane things so interesting to people becaue of his personality
He's tiktok's sweetheart
Then one day he drops the thirst trap
Captioned: "Don't know if I did it right."
HE WILL PLAY IT DUMB
HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING
But if someone comments thirsting him or complimenting his muscles he'd play stupid when he responds.
The only reason he has a tiktok is because Tendou somehow convinced him to download it
Tendou and you specifically
But Tendou was extremely adamant that Ushijima had the app
He didn't see the joy in it at first until his fyp started to know his likings and then he's opening random food and cooking tiktoks with a lot of professional volleyball players videos or edits before he goes to bed
He doesn't post anything, doesn't see the appeal in it and his account's private so it doesn't matter if he posts anything either
But you and Tendou post about him A LOT
You and Tendou both know the muscular volleyball player would gain you two a lot of views
So when it was a known thing that you and Tendou were very close friends with him, you made tiktoks almost constantly with the other two
Your viewers and followers were elated every time you three were together
Tendou being extremely energetic in every one of your videos, you just behind the camera laughing your ass off and Ushijima just there
It was a hilarious and perfect dynamic that your viewers loved
But something your viewers also lived and loved for was your boyfriend's physique
You weren't shy about showing him off so when the trend came
Somehow, you were able to convince him to do it, but he only agreed to do it from a different angle since he felt rather weird about having the camera in front of him for a short period of time before the transition
Hence the abs shot instead of the shoulder muscle shot
Ignore the first part
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goal: your heart
member: sunwoo
genre: fluff
word count: 5,423
synopsis: due to a budget cut, you have to follow the soccer team around for both the school newspaper and yearbook despite knowing nothing about sports. before you know it, you find yourself warming up to the team’s star player, who you swore was the most annoying and arrogant person ever.
a/n: this is a part of the star player collab with @atbzkingdom for sunwoo’s birthday! (also, this will be written with the american academic calander in mind)
You knew exactly what you were doing. You were the top student of both your class and school and the leader of many clubs. Your college application was full of achievements and your essay exquisitely written. The only problem? You had no idea what to do after graduation. You didn’t know where you wanted to go or what you wanted to study.
Growing up, everyone told you that you’d eventually find something you love. By senior year, you thought you would at least have an idea by now.
But nope, you were even more lost if anything. Dream job? That was just a capitalistic lie meant to make people happy to slave away for money.
Grumbling, you listened as your friends rambled on about the campuses they visited. It was only the first day back and everyone was already obsessing over one thing and one thing only.
“Y/n, you’re so lucky,” Juyeon pouted. “You don’t have to worry about getting into a university. Your stats are literally perfect.”
“I have other things to stress over,” you groaned. “At least you know what you wanna pursue.”
“Y/n has other things to worry about. She’s about to graduate without ever finding love,” Younghoon teased.
“It’s all our fault,” Jaehyun squinted as he pinched his nose bridge. “We raised her standards too high. I’m sorry, Y/n, that I can’t take responsibility.”
The notebook in your hand threatened to fly over to his seat. Luckily for him, he was saved by Juyeon’s very unnatural attempt at changing the subject. He inquired about the school newspaper that was barely spared in a major budget cut last year.
Thinking about it made you sigh. You had poured in so much effort over the years for the paper and it was almost taken from you. The school was cutting funds for a lot of clubs and diverting the money to the many sports teams that brought home trophies.
A part of the negotiations to save the newspaper club was to feature more sports events and student athletes in order to garner support for the teams. You weren’t pleased with the decision. Your plate was already full without trying to inflate the ego of players who had a god superiority complex. Jaehyun was a great example of the type of jock you didn’t want to raise on a high pedestal.
You had also promised Kevin, the president of the yearbook committee, to help out with photographing games since you had to attend them anyway. Despite the many tasks assigned to you, you were relieved that you could spend your last year continuing to write articles.
“Does that mean you’ll get to come to practice with us? The basketball team is always on my ass about introducing them to you. Now I can finally stop being pestered to be the middleman,” Jaehyun grinned.
“No shot,” Younghoon shook his head. “My swim team has already tried but Y/n puts up a cold front.”
“Hey, I’m a delicately guarded rose with sharp thorns,” you joked, making Jaehyun pretend to gag. This time, the notebook hit his arm.
“No one is good enough for our Y/n,” Juyeon defended. You turned around to coo at him and said something about him being the only nice one as Younghoon guffawed.
The first day of soccer practice meant you had to stay behind after dismissal to meet the team. The coach introduced you to the players and beamed when he got to the last one.
“This is our ace, Sunwoo. Although I’m sure you know that already,” he said proudly.
To be honest, you had no idea who he was. The school was too big to know everyone and you had absolutely no interest in sports. You rarely even went to Juyeon and Jaehyun’s basketball games and Younghoon’s swim meets.
Not wanting to offend anyone, you simply smiled. Sunwoo, catching your hesitance, raised a brow. However, he kept quiet until he approached you during one of his breaks.
“Do you really not know me?” he asked as he took a seat next to you on the bleachers.
Surprised by his sudden question, you blankly stared at the boy in front of you. Sweat was dripping from his hair but he paid it no attention as he chugged an entire water bottle.
“How cocky are you?” you scoffed.
“You really don’t know our soccer team’s star player, Kim Sunwoo?” he gaped.
“Sorry to disappoint but I really don’t care or know much about soccer. Or any other sports for that matter,” you shrugged.
“You’re going to write about the soccer team… when you don’t even know who we are or what we’re doing?” he asked incredulously.
“That’s why I’m here to observe,” you snapped back.
Finding you amusing, he finally wiped away his sweat as the coach blew his whistle to gather the players again.
Sunwoo always gave it his best but for some reason he found himself practicing extra hard that day. Knowing your eyes were on him motivated him to show off his skills by annoying his teammates and stealing the spotlight. After his third goal in a row, he looked at you to see your reaction but was baffled to see you busy writing something down.
Frustrated and peeved, he kicked at the grass with a huff.
When practice came to an end, he snuck up behind you to see what you were so intently focused on. Reading the notes on your notebook, he hummed.
“So that’s what you were doing instead of watching me,” he mused.
You were listing physical traits and personality attributes of each player. He scanned the paper for his name and frowned when he saw what you wrote about him.
“Arrogant and conceited? That’s all you have to say about me?” he whined.
“What? It’s true,” you deadpanned.
“Haknyeon gets “tall, bubbly, and extroverted” but I get “arrogant and conceited”? That’s not fair. This is biased journalism!” he exclaimed.
Realizing that practice was over, you gathered your belongings and stood up to leave. With his cheeks puffed, he watched as you left the field. You were unlike any person he had ever encountered.
“Sunwoo? Kim Sunwoo?” Younghoon repeated with his eyes wide. “The soccer caption Kim Sunwoo?”
Jaehyun and Juyeon’s chopsticks froze midair in shock. Finding their reactions odd, you nodded as you took another bite of your lunch.
“I can’t believe the lady killer got rejected by the man hater,” Jaehyun broke out into a fit of laughter.
“Now that’s a title I’d like to see on the school newspaper,” Younghoon snickered.
“Okay, first of all, I did not reject him because he did not come on to me,” you rolled your eyes. “Secondly, who the hell is he anyway? Why do you all know him?”
“He’s notorious for his fuckboy image. Although I think that’s an exaggerated reputation,” Juyeon said you picked out all the vegetables from your plate. He willingly moved them to his own and you smiled gratefully in response.
“So my first impression of him was correct,” you said.
“He’s not that bad. He’s actually pretty cool. Rumors don’t do the sweet guy justice,” Juyeon explained.
“Our lovely Juyeon sees the good in everyone,” Younghoon gushed as he pet his friend, earning him a smack on the back of his head.
“We were partners for a history project,” Juyeon clarified. “I got to know him a bit and he’s a good guy. Just enjoys attention a little too much. Like Jaehyun.”
Weirdly offended, Jaehyun scowled. You shrugged it off, returning your attention back to your food. You had no intentions of getting to know Sunwoo anyway. At least, that was the plan until he bombarded you in the hallway while you were walking to class.
He blocked your path with that irritating smirk on his face. Exasperated, you asked him what he wanted.
“So I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday,” he started.
“Oh, so you do think?”
“Hey!”
“Do you think you can move and get out of my way?”
“Anyway, as the president of the newspaper club who’s in charge of covering the soccer team, I think you lack way too much information about the sport. And our school’s players.”
“How do you know I’m the president?”
“I asked around.”
You look at his eyes, trying to peer through any ulterior motives. He was being suspiciously generous. But he wasn’t entirely wrong. Even you thought it was ridiculous that a person who didn’t know a thing about soccer had to write articles about it.
You were also aware that any interviews with the athletes would be surface level stuff that all the students probably already knew. You were the only one out of the loop.
You pursed your lips, annoyed that he was right. Realizing that you were in agreeance, Sunwoo grinned.
“I am offering you the very special privilege to follow me around and learn everything there is to know about the team. For the paper of course,” he quickly added the last part after seeing the look on your face. “I can teach you about both soccer and my teammates.”
After pondering his proposal, you finally nodded.
“Deal,” you eyed his happy expression. “What do you want in return?”
He was taken aback by your question. He hadn’t expected you to assume that he would demand compensation. Your presence and attention were what he was after in the first place. However, he couldn’t let the opportunity pass by.
“Bubble tea,” he declared after some thought. “You can treat me to bubble tea after practice and I can tutor you then.”
“Fine,” you sighed before pushing him aside to make it to class before the bell rang. He was left behind with a stupid smile on his face.
The first tutoring session was extremely awkward for you. You weren’t used to hanging out with guys other than Juyeon, Younghoon, and Jaehyun. They were the only members of the male species you didn’t despise. This riled up Sunwoo’s competitive side. He was determined to get close to you.
He couldn’t stand having someone not like him. He was used to being on friendly terms with everyone—including teachers and even wallflowers. He had a strong desire to receive acknowledgement from everyone.
Perhaps that was why so many girls fell for him.
Nevertheless, the wall around you remained thick and high. Just as he was well known for his playboy persona, you were infamous for never letting guys in. You cold heartedly turned down any and every guy who asked you out. And there had been a lot.
Sunwoo, on the other hand, was excited to spend time with you. Bubble tea was just an excuse to meet you outside of school grounds.
His phone dinged, notifying him of a text. Haknyeon had sent him a screenshot of a post made on the school’s gossip page and wrote “this you?”. He snorted at the content speculating his relationship status after supposedly receiving another confession and rolled his eyes. Curious, you asked him what he was looking at.
“Ah, it’s nothing,” he shook his head as he put the device away. “Just the stupid tea account.”
“Oh you mean that anonymously run social media page that popped up over summer break?” you frowned.
You hated everything about it. It spread rumors, without fact-checking, and started drama. It resulted in both a breakup and the end of a friendship in the span of two months. It was exactly what you and the school newspaper stood against.
Nothing could be done to stop the false information and invasion of privacy because it wasn’t officially affiliated with the school and the students continued to feed into it. People even sent in stories to be posted.
“So tell me what you do know about soccer,” he leaned in and propped his chin on the palms of his hands.
“I know the very basics from catching glimpses of the World Cup,” you leaned back on your chair, making him pout.
“Well, to be honest, explaining the rules is a lot easier to do when directly pointing things out during a game. There’s a match airing tonight. Do you want to come over and watch it with me?” he asked expectantly.
“We can watch the replay tomorrow during study hall,” you said.
“Then we can start by talking about me today,” he chirped. “My squad number is 19 because 9 is usually worn by centre forwards but I wanted to be special and added a 1 in front of it. I’m the centre forward, which is the main striker. That means playing offensive is my main objective. Which is why I’m the highest scorer on the team.”
You wanted to wipe the smug look off his face. It irked you how he so easily bragged about himself.
“I also really like movies and can play the guitar. A true all-rounder and romanticist,” he smiled.
He continued to reveal fun facts about himself for another half an hour. It was only at the end that you realized most of it was useless when writing for the paper. You groaned, realizing you had fallen for his trap.
Still, you learned some things about soccer and his position in the team. Following him to the cafe hadn’t been a complete waste of your time.
The next day, Sunwoo hunted you down to make sure you kept your promise about watching the game together. He dragged you to the computer room during study hall and pulled out the earbuds he prepared. He had purposely rummaged through his drawers the night before to the share wired ones with you.
You had to admit he was extremely helpful when explaining the rules and strategies of soccer. Despite being uncomfortable with the proximity of his body to yours, he was a great teacher. He made everything sound so simple. After you began to understand the game, you even found yourself enjoying the match.
After spending a week with him, you hated that you couldn’t say you still disliked him. After all, you two met almost every day for hours.
You had a gut feeling that you would come to regret it and were proven right. You had a bad feeling the moment you saw Jaehyun run up to you as if his life depended on it. Panting, he barely pulled himself together to show you the post that made him immediately report to you.
“KSW and Y/INITIALS seen cozily spending time together. Will he be the one to finally break through her?” you read aloud.
A photo of your backs from the computer room and a mosaicked side shot of you two at the cafe were attached to the title. The comments under the post were even more ridiculous.
“A challenge to be anticipated.”
“Poor girl will only end up as one of his many heartbroken playthings.”
“I know who KSW is. Who’s Y/INITIALS??”
“The legendary man hater? With a guy?? Wow how good must he be 👀”
“Damn so she rejected me for him?”
Your blood boiled and you shoved the phone away. Trying to calm yourself down, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. And failed.
“What is this, fucking Dispatch?” you exploded. A few students passing by stared at your outburst and widened their eyes when they saw that it was you. You sighed, knowing that the whole school saw the post.
“I’m not a celebrity! Why are people so invested in fake rumors about me?” you yelled, trying to keep your voice to a whisper as you pulled Jaehyun into an empty classroom.
“I’m sure it’ll blow over,” he assured.
“If I ever find out who the admin of this page is, I will ruin them,” you glowered.
You almost didn’t go to the soccer practice that day. But you knew that avoiding him would only add fuel to the fire so you sucked it up and went to the field after school as usual. You heard the hushed murmurs that stirred among the team when you arrived and you wanted to turn back around and leave.
Before you could, however, Sunwoo appeared and shut everyone up with a warning glare. He announced that the coach would be late and to start by running laps.
You were more annoyed than upset about the post. It just stupefied you that people really had nothing better to do than gossip about you. You didn’t think you were that interesting.
You were so close to escaping after practice but Sunwoo caught you trying to sneak away. He stood in front of you, crossing his arms as if to ask where you were going. Giving up, you muttered a “fine” and waited for him to change out of his uniform.
This time, you two wordlessly agreed to go to a different cafe. With the bubble teas on the table in front of you, you sat in silence until Sunwoo finally spoke up.
“Don’t mind what the post or others say,” he huffed.
“I’m not too bothered by it,” you shrugged.
“Good. Because I want to get to know you as just Y/n and Sunwoo. Through whatever you wish to tell and show me. I feel like we’re always just talking about me.”
His words left you speechless. Juyeon hadn’t been kidding when he mentioned how thoughtful Sunwoo was. You felt your heart warm as you smiled.
“Well what do you want to know about me?” you asked.
“Anything. Everything.”
So you spilled about your interests, hobbies, and goals. It was strange. Although it hadn’t been long since you met him, you felt comfortable around him. He made you feel at ease and you didn’t think twice about opening up to him.
You told him about your struggles as a high achieving student. About the pressure you felt and how embarrassing it was to tell people that you didn’t have any dreams.
With your grades, all the teachers expected you to apply to medical school. On the other hand, your parents encouraged you to work towards a high paying and stable salary as a corporation employee. Your friends suggested that you go for something in journalism because of your passion and commitment to the school newspaper.
But the club was just something you did for fun. You didn’t know if you liked it enough to pursue it as a career.
Sunwoo listened attentively as you went on about your concerns. From the outside, you looked like you had your life together. You were the perfect student and the girl that many guys chased after. But as he spent more time with you, it became clear that you were very uncomfortable with boys.
“Can I ask how you got so close with the Bermuda line?” he asked.
“The Bermuda line? What’s that?”
“You’ve never heard of the term? Juyeon, Jaehyun, and Younghoon are called the Bermuda line because they’re the most popular athletes out of all the sports teams. The girls say that once you fall for them, you’re stuck in between them forever because you can’t get out.”
You hadn’t laughed that hard in so long. You knew they had fans but found it hilarious how the trio even had a nickname.
“Oh man, I can’t wait to make fun of them for this,” you laughed, nearly in tears.
When he told you that they actually took great pride in the title, you bursted out in laughter again. Their self love truly was on another level.
“So how’d you end up friends?” he asked again.
“Juyeon, I’ve known since middle school. We were in the same class for all three years. Jaehyun didn’t go to the same school as us but he was friends with Juyeon because they played basketball together. I met him and Younghoon at the end of freshman year. They kinda crash landed into my life but we really clicked so that’s why I still bless them with my friendship.”
Sunwoo giggled at your own overwhelming confidence. He loved that you never sold yourself short. He didn’t notice he had been staring at you until you pointed it out. Blushing, he insisted that it was nothing and took another sip of his bubble tea.
Two months passed by and you eventually came to call Sunwoo a friend. Younghoon teased you about him being more than a friend and at first, you thought he was crazy. But with him planting the idea in your head, you began to question your own feelings. Cursing Younghoon, you blamed him for confusing you.
As the designated photographer, you tagged along to the soccer team’s last match. The entire team was nervous as it would determine the winner of the tournament. Even Sunwoo was anxious.
Before the game started, you offered him a supportive smile and he felt all worries lifted off his shoulders. He erased all thoughts of winning and losing and just concentrated on the ball. He wanted to enjoy the last match of the season and look cool in front of you. That was all that mattered to him.
Fortunately, he got both plus the win. The crowd erupted into cheers as he scored the winning goal just seconds before the whistle was blown to signal the end of the game. His knees fell to the ground and his teammates rushed to surround him.
Seeing how happy he looked brought a smile to your lips. He jumped up and scanned the bleachers for your face. When he finally spotted you, he broke away from his team to run up to you and embrace you in a giant hug.
Caught off guard, you froze as his teammates hooted and applauded. You felt your cheeks heat up at the attention.
“Congratulations,” you chuckled, patting his back. “You did well.”
“Did you get a lot of pretty pictures of me?” he grinned, pulling away to look at you.
“No, I only took pictures of Haknyeon,” you joked. By now, he was used to your teasing and simply ruffled your hair in response.
“There’s gonna be an after party tonight,” he brought up carefully. “I’d really like it if you came. Only if you’re okay with that type of scene though.”
Surprised, you nodded before you fully thought it through.
That was how you ended up moping at Jaehyun’s house. The invitation was extended to the Bermuda line as well and they were all planning on dragging you there. Younghoon was excited at the thought of finally going to a party with the whole group and Juyeon was picking out an outfit for you from Jaehyun’s sister’s closet.
“I don’t know if I trust your fashion sense,” she made a face at the top he held up.
This was your first party and you weren’t sure how you felt about it. There was a reason you hadn’t gone to one throughout your high school years.
Nonetheless, you were dressed up in an outfit that definitely reflected Jaehyun’s sister’s style more than yours. She fawned over how pretty you were and urged you to go with the boys.
So you walked through the doors and into the house vibrating with music. Everyone who recognized you was shocked to see you there. Feeling awkward, you stuck by Jaehyun’s side as you maneuvered around the throng of people. When he finally caught sight of Sunwoo, he dipped and left you alone with him.
“Thanks for coming,” he shouted over the loud music.
“Thanks for inviting me,” you shouted back.
Sunwoo offered you a drink, which you declined. Following your choice, he opted for a soda instead as well. You weren’t much of a dancer so you enjoyed people watching instead. It was fascinating to see your classmates have so much fun.
You giggled when you saw Juyeon be so painfully oblivious to a girl’s advances and walked away to dance with Younghoon. Meanwhile, Jaehyun was having the time of his life flirting with girls. You blocked your eyesight when you saw him leaning in to kiss one of them.
“Ugh, gross,” you cringed. “I do not need to know this side of my best friend’s love life.”
Laughing, Sunwoo offered to take you outside for some fresh air and a change of scenery. You gladly agreed and let him guide you to the backyard.
The night sky was full of tranquility that contrasted the chaos that ensued indoors. You sat on the grass and Sunwoo joined next to you.
“You look beautiful today,” he commented.
“Only today?” you laughed.
“Especially today,” he answered in a serious manner. His sincerity made you clear your throat and look away. He stunned you by cupping your face with his hands.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
“Are you drunk?” you blinked.
“I haven’t had a single sip of alcohol.”
His voice was slow and raspy. Your heart was beating faster than you wanted it to and you knew the corners of your lips were betraying you.
“You can either lean in or pull away,” he said as he brought his lips closer to yours.
Your heart now felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. Red alarms were going off in your head and you didn’t know what to do. All you knew was what you were only a few centimeters away from kissing Sunwoo.
So you did what any insane person would do and closed the gap between your lips. You wanted to punch him when you felt him smirk but he pulled you closer and held onto you tightly.
The weekend passed without much changes in your relationship with Sunwoo. You were worried that you had either ruined your friendship or that he was sick of you but Juyeon reassured you that he probably wanted to talk about it in person. Anxiously, you overthought things until Monday finally arrived.
Wanting to keep yourself busy until you met Sunwoo, you stopped by the club room early in the morning to import the photos from the last game. Shortly after you connected the camera to the computer, you heard a knock on the door.
Startled, you looked at the door and saw Jacob sheepishly poking his head through the door. You told him to come in and he took a seat next to you.
“Kevin told me to drop by before class for an interview,” he said. You nearly facepalmed. You had completely forgotten about that. You were supposed to interview him for the paper.
“Oh yeah! Hold on, let me go get my notebook,” you searched through your backpack to find it.
The volleyball player was this month’s star of the month and you had to write a piece on his past achievements. He was extremely kind and was careful not to use any advanced sports terminology to make sure anyone could easily read the interview, which you were grateful for.
Before you parted, he gave you a side hug out of habit and apologized when he realized that it was only his first time meeting you. You laughed it off and insisted that now you could be friends since you two hugged already. Relieved that you weren’t disturbed, he happily waved goodbye to you as he walked away.
Being in a different class than Sunwoo meant that you had to wait until lunch period to see him. You honestly didn’t even know if you wanted to see him. You weren’t ready to face him yet.
When the bell finally rang and it was time for lunch, Juyeon forced you to go to the cafeteria instead of hiding out in an empty classroom. The moment you sat down with your tray, however, you felt all eyes on you. Your stomach dropped, knowing it couldn’t be good news.
“Y/n, is this true..?” Jaehyun asked, showing you the new post on the gossip page. You hated that you were always right about bad intuitions.
KSW and Y/INITIALS caught making out at last night’s party… is BJY a side hoe?
You had no idea when a photo was taken in the brief second you and Jacob hugged that morning. When you scrolled and saw the next part, your heart dropped.
A shocking revelation of history: Y/INITIALS and SYJ used to date in freshman year. Does this have anything to do with the swimmer and basketball players always next to her?
You felt your breath caught in your throat as you read through the comments.
“Isn’t BJY on the volleyball team and SYJ on the baseball team?”
“Wow she clearly has a type.”
“I guess athletes just hit it well 👀”
“And here I thought KSW was the hoe… who’s playing with who?”
“Aye so KSW finally managed to break through her. Thanks for my $10 bro.”
“Aren’t the basketball players LJY and LJH? And the swimmer KYH? The Bermuda line, right?? I always thought she had a thing with one of them.”
“So much for the icy Y/INITIALS. She was acting all pretentious when she was already having all her fun.”
Juyeon grabbed the phone out of your hands and glared at Jaehyun. You never thought your past relationship would ever get exposed. There were only a handful of people who knew about it and it had stayed hidden under the rug up until now. It was something you wanted to bury and never think about ever again.
Shakily, you got up and ran out of the cafeteria with Younghoon calling out after you. You ran as fast as you could. You didn’t stop until you busted through the doors and collapsed on the rooftop. Your lungs were on fire and you closed your eyes to stop the ringing in your ears.
Meanwhile, Sunwoo was running across the school to find you. When he didn’t see you in the club room, he changed his target and sought out Eric.
“Is it true?” he demanded when he finally saw his friend.
“I can’t believe people already figured out that it’s me,” Eric sighed.
“Is it true?” Sunwoo repeated.
“Yes, yes, it’s true,” he answered with his hands up in defeat. “She never wanted anyone to find out. We didn’t exactly end on good terms. It’s something I’m not proud of.”
“What happened?” he asked, trying to contain his anger. “What did you do to her?”
“I…” Eric trailed off. “I cheated on her.”
“What the hell, Eric?” Sunwoo yelled.
“I-I was stupid! And young. It’s the biggest mistake I made in my life,” he admitted.
Frustrated, Sunwoo left and ran off in search of you again. When you weren’t anywhere to be found, he checked the rooftop as a last resort. He didn’t expect to actually see you there.
“Y/n,” he breathed. You felt a lump form in your throat. It was the first time he had addressed you by your name.
“Get away from me,” you glared. “Was I nothing but a bet to you? Was I just a challenge for you to win?”
“Y/n, I never placed bets on you. I don’t know what other people have been betting on but I have always been genuine with you,” he affirmed.
You refused to let your tears fall. There was no way Kim Sunwoo was going to see you cry.
“I like you,” he confessed. “I like you a lot. I meant to say this that night but got too flustered. So I wanted to tell you today. Whenever I see you, the butterflies in my stomach won’t go away. When I don’t see you, I miss you like crazy. You inspire me to become a better person and all I want to do is hold you and call you mine.”
And now Kim Sunwoo has officially seen you cry. He bent down to wrap his arms around you as you sobbed into his shoulder.
“You’re an asshole,” you mumbled after you calmed down.
“I think you mean the opposite,” he chuckled. “Whatever barriers you put up to protect yourself, I’m going to take them down one by one. With you. Together.”
“Who said I’m helping?” you muttered.
“Then I guess I have to work twice as hard to prove myself,” he softly smiled.
“This is embarrassing,” you groaned.
“This will only be embarrassing for me if you reject me,” his hand reached out to the nape of his neck. “So what do you say? Will you go out with me?”
“I’ll think about it,” you huffed, prompting a chuckle from him.
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