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co-sharkie · 25 days

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Grayson Waller and the Exes to Lovers Trope

ft. A red flag of a boyfriend

Because @there-goes-thefighter broke my heart with the Pat McAfee fic.

You and Grayson had broken up two years ago. It left both of you distraught, but it was mutual in the end. You two had different preferences.

You wanted your relationship private. With both of you being professional wrestlers, you didn't want your relationship to be jeopardized by random people on the internet. Even when their words weren't true, they could still burn a hole in your bond.

Grayson wanted a public relationship. He wanted everyone to know about his girlfriend that he was so happy and proud to be with. When you told him you did not want that his insecurities got the best of him. Grayson thought you were ashamed of being with him, but that wasn't the case.

You two had rarely argued during the length of your relationship. So, when you did, it felt like the world was ending. In the heat of the argument you both had decided to separate. Maybe fate would bring you two back together one day, but fate never came (fast, anyway).

Grayson was a mess after the breakup. His performance on NXT was at it's lowest. He barely got sleep for the longest time and he kept finding himself scrolling your social media profiles late at night.

You tried your best to keep your head up, and you did pretty well. You were signed onto Smackdown around a month after your break up. Not long after, you found someone who you thought made you feel something again.

Grayson's performance picked up half a year after the breakup. He was talked to by the higher ups and was forced to get his shit together.

Around a year after the breakup, he was signed with Smackdown. Even though he was excited to progress in his wrestling career, he realized you would be on Smackdown with him, which would make it 10x harder.

He panicked when he first saw a glimpse of you backstage. He wanted to run into your arms and cry and apologize for everything. Tell you that he'd keep a private relationship, that he wouldn't push your boundaries, that he loves you—

But something stopped him. Another man had wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. Grayson felt his heart shatter. More than when you two had broken up. Because he knew he couldn't piece it back together now. He knew he truly lost you.

Even though Grayson knew you were gone for good, he still tried his best. He showed off in the ring, giving it his all. After every match, he was reminded of when you would jump at him and congratulate him.

Whenever his gear changed to match Austin Theory's colors, he wished he could hear you compliment him again. Just like you always used to.

Grayson's confidence dropped but his performance didn't. Every now and then he would see you with this new man. And for some reason, the more he saw this man the more he had a bad feeling about it.

He never saw you genuinely smile around that man. Your beautiful laugh sounded dull and forced. Your ring gear started to slowly cover more and more of you. You didn't seem like the same woman he was in love with. You seemed more like a shell of the star you are.

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Grayson was lost in thought when he decided to attend the gym late at night by himself. His mind was circulating with thoughts about Wrestlemania, his career, you, and he felt a little homesick, too. Grayson pushed through the doors of the WWE owned gym. Surprisingly, the lights were already on. Meaning other people were also at the gym. Grayson wondered who would be at the gym at midnight. Most superstars used it in the early morning, not at night.

Before entering the main part of the gym, Grayson stopped when he heard voices through the glass door. One of them sounded very familiar. "I don't see what's wrong with it." He heard your voice. You sounded upset. "It doesn't even show a lot."

"No, but it's enough that I don't like it." He heard a male's voice argue with you. "And purple? Really?"

"What's wrong with purple?"

"It doesn't look good on you and I know you want to wear it just because your ex wears it."

Grayson furrowed his brows. Were they talking about him? He has been wearing purple lately. It used to be the color you two matched in all the time. And who was that? Your new boyfriend? Grayson was disappointed if he was telling you what to wear, which is exactly what it sounded like. Is that why all of your gear was so unlike you?

It was quiet for a minute. A long, awkward minute as Grayson stood outside the door. His trail of thoughts ended abruptly when he heard your voice again. "Ok, I'll send this picture to you. Send me a text back of what to change. I'm going to use the bathroom."

Grayson panicked when he realized the way to the bathroom was through the main door, which means you would catch him eavesdropping on your conversation. He didn't have time to react before the door opened and you almost crashed into him with your head down.

You stopped and looked up. Your eyes met Grayson's for the first time in a year but only for a split second. “Sorry." You quickly apologized and went to move around him. You weren't surprised to see him here, he used to always work out at night with you.

"Hold on." Grayson held his arm out to stop you from moving past him. "What were you talking about in there?"

You gave him a look he could only described as fake confusion. "What?"

"Why can't you wear purple? You look great in purple.” He questioned you. Grayson figured there was no reason hiding the fact that he heard your conversation. He'd deal with the consequences later. "Why are you letting him choose what you wear?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You sputtered out the lie and moved to go around him the other way. Grayson sidestepped and blocked your path again. You were getting nervous and he could tell. "Grayson, what are you doing?"

"Just answer me and I'll let you go."

"I don't--"

"I heard the conversation and I'm not stupid. Why are you letting him choose what you wear? Is he the reason you don't wear what you used to in the ring?" Grayson's frustration was growing evident. Not with you, but with the man who has been clearly controlling your life. He felt his heart beat faster, overwhelmed with talking to you again and over the anger he held with the man in the other room.

Your words got caught in your throat when you tried to speak. Grayson saw the tears forming at the corner of your eyes. Your words were choking you. As soon as a tear fully dropped, Grayson pulled you into a hug. He felt your body shake as you tried to keep your sobs quiet. He ran a hand up and down your back to comfort you like he used to.

"Don't let him pick what you wear." Grayson whispered. "And don't let him choose what you do."

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After that night in the gym, you grew closer to Grayson again. Whenever your boyfriend wasn't around backstage, you'd be with Grayson. Be it at catering or just sitting with him watching a match play on the screens backstage.

Grayson would continue to urge you to wear whatever you wanted, but you wouldn't. He knew your boyfriend wasn't right for you. He didn't care anymore if you were to get back with him or not, he just wanted to see you happy again.

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

You frowned seeing the text from your boyfriend. He said he went back to the hotel room by himself and you'd have to find a ride. You must have said something that irritated him, but you weren't sure what it was. You barely spoke to him that night.

Grayson had finished packing his things and was getting ready to leave when he saw you sitting backstage alone, with your bag packed and phone in hand. He looked around to make sure the coast was clear before coming up to you.

"What you are still doing here?" He asked. "I thought you said you were leaving with your boyfriend?" His heart still aches every time he mentioned you having a boyfriend.

You sighed, then showed the app you had open on your phone. You were looking for a ride. "I was, but he decided to leave without me." With how close you were with Grayson again, your frustration with your new boyfriend showed. You didn't hide it around him because he already knew.

"What hotel are you staying at? I'll drive you there."

"That's not a good idea..." You trailed on. The possibility of your boyfriend seeing you with Grayson could be a recipe for disaster, and you were not ready for it.

"Doesn't matter. I'm not letting you get in some stranger's car this late at night." Grayson picked up your bag and started walking towards the door of the arena. You had no other choice but to follow him since you knew he wouldn't put your bag down.

The ride to the hotel was mostly silent. There was a small conversation between you two about Grayson's spot at Wrestlemania. His heart soared when you congratulated him.

Grayson parked the rental car he drove and got out to grab your bag. "What are you doing?" You questioned him.

"Walking you up to your room, duh." He responded with a small laugh. You rolled your eyes but smiled, something he couldn't see since you walked behind him. Grayson held the doors open for you and called the elevator.

When you two finally reached your door, you hesitated to open it. You couldn't bring yourself to swipe the keycard yet. You looked at Grayson, who waited to make sure you got into your room. "Grayson..." You paused, eyes never leaving his. Grayson waited patiently for you to say something. "I miss you." You whispered.

Grayson reached a hand out for you. "I miss you, too."

You reached your hand out for his. You didn't hold hand, you just rested your's on his palm. "Do you think we could try again some time?"

Grayson held back his surprise. He could feel himself choking up after hearing your words, that were said just above a whisper for only him to hear. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest. "I-" He swallowed back his words. "You have someone."

"But if I didn't. Would you like to try again?"

Grayson nodded. "I'd love nothing more that to be with you again."

"You promise?"

"I promise." His fingers intertwined with yours. "I'd do anything to be with you again."

For the first time in a year, Grayson saw the smile he fell in love with. He saw the woman he loves, holding his hand again. He saw the sparkle in your eyes, not from the tears that ran down your cheeks but from the promise of a better future. He saw the woman he lost, and the woman he would fight to have again.

You stepped forward to embrace him. Grayson wrapped his arms around you tightly, afraid that if he let go you’d slip away again. He felt his tears wet your shoulder as yours stained his chest. "Wait for me in the car?" You asked in a soft voice.

Grayson pulled back and nodded. He grabbed your bag from the floor and stepped back. "I'll always wait for you." He smiled. You swiped your keycard and disappeared behind the door. Grayson went back to the car with the biggest smile he's had for years. He felt his heart slowly mending itself back together, something he thought would never happen. In the car, he sat and waited, because for you he'd wait an eternity just to be your’s again.

#wwe x reader #grayson waller x reader #wwe fanfiction

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reggiesvalentine · 2 years

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Panty Thief

pairings: James Potter x Reader / Slight Evan Rosier x Reader

warnings: cussing, very light misogynistic insinuations (blink and you’ll miss it), punishment, fingering, dom/sub, voyeurism, unprotected sex

summary: James, your boyfriend, takes your panties away as punishment for flirting with another student, and gets upset when he finds you and his nemesis, Evan Rosier, alone together in the halls during classes.

author’s note: this is long as fuck sorry

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“Jamie, you’re being mean” you whined, stepping out of your lacy pink panties slowly, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

James tutted, not an ounce of remorse visible on his face, hunching over to pick up the fabric from the floor before stuffing them into his back pocket.

“Ah well, that’s just too bad isn’t it? Seems like you should’ve thought about that before you decided to act out.” He tuts smugly, leaning on the door of the janitors closet the two of you had decided to hide in.

“But m’sorry, I told you already. How am I supposed to walk around with my ass out all day?” you pouted, clutching onto his shirt.

“Figure it out princess,” he says, opening the door to check if the coast was clear, nodding once to you before pulling it open further to let you out.

You mumbled a profanity under your breath, looking behind you to see if James was behind you, which he was; he threw a lazy wink your way before turning in the opposite direction from where you were headed next, a glimpse of rosy lace visible from the back of his trousers.

You groaned, reminding yourself to think twice before you disobeyed your boyfriend again.

Spending your classes with your body bare and threatened to be exposed to anyone around you was not ideal. Your state of constant anxiety that had developed while you’d sat in class worsened when one of your classmates took it upon themselves to open one of the windows in the classroom to encourage circulation.

Even though the intention behind the gesture was innocent, today was not the best day for frequent gusts of sharp winds to come into the room and ruffle your skirt, of which you wore nothing underneath.

One of the winds blew into the classroom and hit you particularly hard; in the one area you hoped it wouldn't. The air flew up from underneath your skirt and almost exposed you to almost everyone within a 10 foot radius of you.

“Oh shit!” you shrieked, frantically placing your hands between your legs to hold your skirt down, earning a number of confused and mocking glares from your classmates, who must’ve assumed some very interesting theories as to why you were squeezing your hands between your thighs with a mortified expression plastered on your face.

“Miss L/n!” asked Professor Mcgonagall, looking exasperated that you’d disrupted her lesson “Are you alright?”

There were sounds of snickering and whispering coming from behind you, and you knew then that it was high time you got your underwear back.

“May I be excused, please Professor? I feel really sick.” you raised your hand, still keeping one of your hands between your thighs to pin down your skirt.

Mcgonagall sighed exasperatedly. “Miss L/n, you said that last time you wanted to get out of class, and I can say confidently that I saw you and Mr. Potter galavanting around in the hallways instead of you going up to see Madam Pomfrey.”

Your classmates laughed again, while you burned with embarrassment, every part of you felt hot and tingly, like you would combust any second longer you stayed in here.

As Professor Mcgonagall crossed her arms and waited for a response, you spoke again, your voice softer and shaky. “ I promise I’ll go straight to the hospital wing.”

“How can I guarantee you’ll go directly there without taking any of your infamous detours?”

You went silent, not knowing what to say in response to that, until Mcgonagall spoke again.

“Why don't you take Mr. Rosier with you? He doesn’t seem to be too occupied with anything at the moment.”

You looked over at your classmate, who was staring out the window, looking up at the professor upon his name being mentioned.

His eyes seemed to brighten slightly after Mcgonagall repeated what he was supposed to do, looking over at you as if you were prey for consumption.

He looked your way before trailing his eyes back to Mcgonagall. “I’d be more than happy to escort her,” he purred, his accent slipping off his silver tongue as smooth as ever.

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“So, what’s got your panties in a twist, love? You’ve been so tense all day” asked Evan. He knew something was wrong, you thought to yourself

“ ‘S nothing Evan, just keep walking,” you grumble under your breath, continuing to walk in the direction of a place you had no intention of actually visiting. You planned to tell Evan to leave you just outside the hospital wing and then, when the coast was clear, sneak off to go find your boyfriend or go to your dorm; whichever you ran into first.

He hummed. “Doesn’t seem like nothing; you’ve been acting very strange all of class, it's very peculiar.”

“How does that concern you Rosier?”

He laughed awkwardly. “I was just curious is all, no need for you to be a bitch about it”

You were silent, turning to him with your eyebrows raised with a disgusted expression. He took this as an opportunity to continue. “Not to mention the fact that you just randomly, y’know, yelled out in class, that in itself is enough to have anyone worrying” he snarked, a slightly smug smirk on his face. You wanted to slap it right off of him.

“You know what Rosier, you can just go back, I think I can go the rest of the way on my own,”

“You never answered my question,”

You turned to him, seriously losing patience with this boy. “Maybe because I never felt the need to answer any of your ridiculous questions. God you really have the nerve-”

“Hold on love,” Evan said, cutting you off mid sentence and reaching for the side of your face; your nose scrunching with confusion

“What’re you doing..” you began to trail off as his thumb came in contact with your cheek, brushing it softly.

He was close now, it seemed as though he was leaning closer and closer by the second. He pulled his thumb away from your face and turned to face it your way, as though he thought you would want proof he wasn’t just touching you out of nowhere.

“You had an eyelash” he chuckled, flicking it off his finger carelessly.

“Could’ve just told me.” you huffed, still dangerously close to him.

He rolled his eyes. “Ok so now I'm wrong for helping you out”?

“What’s going on here ?” came a voice from the end of the hallway. You and Evan had been alone for some time and the thought of a teacher seeing you two wandering around during class time was slightly startling.

You were relieved to see your boyfriend standing there, excited to see him and get away from Evan for the time being, not to mention you were more than eager to get your underwear back.

You were about to go rush towards him to greet him, but he beat you to it. And the closer he approached towards you, the less excited you were. He looked furious.

You doubted he was actually mad at you, since you hadn’t done anything to upset him at the moment, but it wasn’t a good idea to be within James’ range of fire when he was in one of his moods.

“Y/n? What’re you doing out here? And why’ve you got Rosier with you?” James said when he reached you.

“Hello to you too” You giggled, stepping forward to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, but he put out a hand to stop you. Something was definitely wrong.

“Answer me doll, before I find out myself.” he narrowed, jaw clenched as he threw a glance towards Evan, who was staring right back at him.

You bit your lip nervously, determined to stay calm so James wouldn’t do anything he’d regret. He did tend to go overboard when it came to you.

“S’ alright Jamie, he was just taking me to the hospital wing, you don't need to worry.” you simpered, running your hand up and down his arm to soothe him.

“Then why,” he sucked in his breath as though he was about to explode with rage if he didn’t. “Were you two standing so close to each other,hm? He cocked his head to the side ever so slightly, voice dangerously low. “Were you kissing up my girl Rosier? Was I, uh, perhaps interrupting something?”

Evan started to explain himself frantically, sensing that anything he said or did wrong would result in something very unpleasant “You gotta chill out man, I would never-”

“Beat it Rosier, before I make you wish you were never born.”

Evan took one final look at you,and back at James, before setting off back towards class. The both of you watched him scurry off, neither of you speaking until he was out of sight.

You were ready to explain everything to James, hoping he would listen to reason and not be too angry with you.

Not a second after you opened your mouth to speak, James had a hold of your arms, grabbing each one tightly in his large hands, pinning them to your sides before pushing you against a nearby wall.

He scowled down at you, eyes narrowed and chest heaving with emotion.

James let go of your arms, and you felt the sides of them throbbing, the tight hold he’d had on them inducing a feeling of pain in them.

“Y’know, the whole reason you’re being punished in the first place is because you had to be a naughty girl and whore around with blokes other than your boyfriend.”

You whimper, attempting to speak again; “Jamie, you gotta listen, I would never,”

“I didn’t tell you to fucking speak, y/n. Christ, you can’t even follow the simplest of instructions can you?”

”And you’d think after all this you’d be good just for a while to get these back. He scoffs, reaching into the back pocket of his trousers to pull out your panties. “Man, you’re worse than I’d thought.”

You shook your head, wanting to speak so much and just clear things over with James, but not wanting to disobey him again.

“What’re you shaking your head for sweetie? Are you sorry I caught you in the act?”

“James please-”

“Why don’t I call back Rosier and show him who you belong to? Want me to show him who has your sweet little panties in his pocket right now?”

Your eyes widened, a feeling of urgency to retrieve your panties from James was ever so strong, since you and James both knew he would, in a heartbeat, bring over Evan and prove to him whose girlfriend you really were.

He laughed, amused by how easily you got worked up. “Now you’re scared aren’t you? Little brat.”

He draws the lacy fabric just above your head, and holds it up to his face, taking a whiff of it, his eyes shut with pleasure as he inhaled slowly and deeply, a sadistic smile on his lips.

”Please Jamie, please- you gotta give ‘em back- I’ll be good, I promise!” You whispered to James, who now had both his bulky, muscled arms raised beside your head, caging you in between.

He quirked his brows in annoyance. “You don’t fucking learn do you? I punish you to discipline you and teach your pathetic self what happens when you disobey me, and you go and fuck around with Rosier with your bare pussy on display. You won’t be getting these back for a long time” he snarled at you, making you whimper.

There was silence, before James spoke again. “However“

He dangled your panties right above your head, just out of your reach.

”Perhaps if you reminded me of how you’re just my sweet little slut I may just give it a second thought.” He sighed softly, an innocent smile now tugging at his lips as he waited for your response

Your face felt hot at the request. You looked up and saw your panties dangle from his finger. You then came to your senses and remembered you were someplace where anyone could walk out into the hallway and see you with your boyfriend with underwear in his hand.

Scrunching your face up in frustration, you swung your arm over your head, trying frantically to grab your panties off his finger. “James, I swear to Merlin!”

James kissed his teeth, his soft and deep laugh filling your ears “I’m not hearing you sweetheart, didn’t you say you wanted these back?“

Continuing his mocking laughter, he swings the panties around condescendingly. “You don’t want everyone to catch you like this do you? With your panties up here for all of them to see clear as day?”

He stepped closer to limit your movement, your heart beating heavily and your throat feeling dry as he lingered closer to your face.

“No? Then go on and say it” he whispers, his lips right by your ear, and his warm breath tickling the side of your face.

“I- I’m just your-”

“Go on, say it all together” James encouraged

“ ‘M just your sweet little slut.” you mumble

“Shit- say it again, say it again f’me”

“ ‘M your sweet slut Jamie”

He growls, sliding two of his fingers quickly under your skirt, having instant access to your heat, thankful for the lack of the panties that were usually a barrier for him to have access to you.

He thrust his fingers inside you forcefully, attaching his lips to your neck and began to suck deep red and violet bruises into the delicate skin at the base of your throat.

“ ‘m just your slut, fuuuck- just yours, your slut,” you mewl, mind beginning to feel blank, your arms sliding around James’ shoulders knowing that if you didn’t stabilize yourself soon, you would collapse from being so overwhelmed.

James fingers worked faster into you, his head still buried in your neck. Without a warning, he curled both of his fingers deep in your dripping pussy, creating friction against a particular spot he knew would make you feral.

You yelped, a loud moan bubbling from your throat as James paired this motion with pushing his thumb on your neglected clit. Your whines were cut off as James shifted his head off your shoulders and connected his lips to yours, swallowing all your noises with his mouth.

The kiss was passionate and had a layer of pent up desperation incorporated in it. It created a sense of dizziness in you. He slowly sucked your lower lip into his mouth, nibbling it softly before letting it go, tilting his head to the side to get better access to you and your sweet, plump lips, savoring every one of your little sighs of satisfaction.

You slipped your tongue shyly into his mouth, and you felt James groan into your mouth. He twisted his tongue over ours, tasting every inch and crevice of you, moving his tongue down your throat, causing you to gasp.

Slowly and almost reluctantly, he pulled away, a shimmer of saliva coated softly on his lower lip.

“Y/n, you have to- fuck, be quiet, people are gonna catch us,” James panted, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he slipped his fingers out of you. you whimpered, still feeling needy. “Shh, I know, I know baby, give me a sec,” he sympathized, unbuckling his belt and sliding down his trousers.

His erection sprung out, tip a harsh pink and leaking with arousal as he gave it a few hearty pumps before grabbing the bottom of your thigh, hooking your leg around his back.

“James, people are gonna catch us,” you noted, looking around anxiously.

He smiled, “Not if you’re quiet doll, can you be quiet f’me?”

“I-I think so”

He sighed, face expressed with mock disapproval. “ Can’t control yourself when I fuck you, can you? Ah well, seems I’ll have to get you to shut up myself.”

Before you could ask him what he meant, he stuffed your lacy underwear past your swollen lips, preventing any further sounds to escape your mouth.

“That’s better,” he commented, lightly hitting your cheek with his free hand, as he began stimulating his cock by running it back and forth on your slit.

Your heavy breathing could be heard faintly through the gag your underwear provided, but it seemed to be doing the job. That was until James began to push into you, which was when your panties nearly dropped from your mouth.

“Mmm,” you groaned, digging your nails into James’ toned back. A sheen layer of sweat began to form on your brow as you panted heavily, chest heaving while your inhaled deeply to recollect yourself.

“Oh fucking hell, you’re tight-” he groaned “I-I’m gonna move, is that- is that okay sweetheart?”

You nodded lightly, and he took that as a non verbal incentive to begin thrusting his hips into yours, rocking himself deeper with every motion.

He was going slow, way too slow. Almost as if he was reading your mind and knew you wanted- no needed more. You whimpered through the fabric in your mouth and grinded down on his cock, urging him to increase his speed.

He gave your thigh a light squeeze of understanding, finally pushing in all the way through, holding it there for a minute before pulling out, and repeating that action, slowly gaining a quicker pace .

You felt so full, his cock hitting just the right areas in your cunt to make your walls pulse around his length.

James was pumping in and out faster now, your pussy feeling overworked and very sensitive from overstimulation, every thrust James made deep inside you being so much more pleasurable then you could’ve imagined.

“Y/n, look at me” James failed whispered, his voice raspy and low. “Look at me, in the eyes. Watch me when I fuck your tight cunt, please.”

You looked up at him, pupils dilated so much his once hazel eyes now were a deep pool of black, a shining layer of sweat gathered on his brow as he worked into you unrelentlessly, his hips meeting your at a ferocious pace.

Your eyes locked, and he smiled weakly, and his hips jerked forward suddenly, his thrust gradually slowing down as his breath became shaky. He was getting closer by the second.

He held your cheeks in his rough palm, keeping eye contact as he shoved his cock deep into you, warm load spilling into you and filling you up deliciously. You groaned simultaneously, chest heaving as you gasped for air.

“Cum around my cock sweet thing, you can do it.”

His words of encouragement were all you needed, and you felt yourself shaking slightly, squeezing his prick as you came harder than you ever had before, juices spilling over his shaft.

He fell forward, putting the majority of his body weight on you as he recollected himself, just as the bell rang to signify the end of class.

#harry potter #harry potter smut #marauders #marauders smut #james potter #james potter smut

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wiiinged · 3 years

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hey besties (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) i’m crow, ur local blackpink hoarder , they/them & in EST! had a.... Day so i’m currently getting started on this at *checks watch* 2 am so dunno when i’ll actually get it (and my other intro klsdgj) posted but . words can’t express how much i love this character & am super excited to write her with all of you!!! yes her acting career is basically “patrick bateman & jesse pinkman but a girl” and what of it. below will be some bullet points about her, intros are not my strong suit & i am still. so very tired atm but here goes ♡ leave a like for plotting u know the drill!

* ( park chaeyoung , 26 , cis female , she/her . christian bale & aaron paul ) did you see the new picture of ( kyungji ‘kyu’ chwa ) in the tabloids ? the ( actress ) is getting pretty famous these days , and being ( outgoing ) is the talk of their social media . but will being ( unstable ) cause their downfall ? they're known by shine weekly as the ( mad hatter ) , and it sounds like the ( 10m ) fans they have agree . however , ( rumors continue to circulate about fan favorite ‘kyu’ and an alleged violent streak ) is all over the internet this morning , lets hope it doesn't tarnish their reputation .

✧ ⋆ 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.

name: kyungji chwa, known mononymously as ‘kyu.’

birthdate: november 11th.

hometown: vancouver, WA.

zodiac: scorpio sun, aries moon, gemini rising.

gender: cis female.

orientation: ??? this woman is a mystery wrapped in an enigma, but has been known to enjoy the romantic company of any and all genders.

height: 5′8.

✧ ⋆ 𝐛𝐢𝐨.

when it comes to family, kyu always makes it clear to her interviewers that questions about them are off-limits beforehand. little is known about her past by the general public, but in truth, her parents went their separate ways within a year of her birth and left her to be raised by her single paternal grandmother. she knows very little about her mother, having never met her face to face and only been in contact via the exceedingly rare phone call or christmas gift sent from afar. her father remained somewhat of a part of her life, paying occasional visits and showing up to her school plays every now and then, but there was only so much his own mother’s insistence could do to make him dad material.

as a result, her grandmother is the only one she views as a parental figure, and she grew up calling her eomma. it wasn’t until she started kindergarten, and saw the doting mothers and fathers that brought her classmates to school and attended events with them that she began to realize her family unit was unconventional; she’d always assumed the nuclear households she saw on her favorite shows like franklin and little bear were the exception, rather than the rule. curiosity stirred within her, but her grandmother was sparing with details and seemed tremendously sad anytime she brought it up - nobody wants the unenviable task of explaining to a child why their parents don’t want them, after all - so she gave up on that line of questioning before long and was left to gradually piece together the story on her own throughout the years. an aunt of hers who’d always looked at kyungji like she hung the moon ( and the feeling was mutual ) helped out here and there with stories and pictures.

as the conclusion crept up on her that her father was unequipped for parenthood, her mother simply uninterested, she slowly mastered the skill of shutting herself off to any emotion and painting on a mask of indifference. it softened the blow, but nothing could shield her from the pain entirely. she’d always idealized her father - it’s remarkably easy to do so, for someone who isn’t around all the time - but she withdrew from him without warning and all at once, resolved to never need or want his attention or approval again. it was easier said than done, and to this day he doesn’t fully understand why she only treats him with cold civility now, but she’s been relatively successful in that goal.

her mother has been all too eager to get back in contact now that her daughter’s made it big. kyu never returns her calls.

in school, she was considered a ‘gifted’ child, always excelling academically and making it look easy. her grandmother’s and teachers’ hearts were swelling with pride and high hopes for her future, but it meant nothing to her but a target on her back. she’d never been popular, known for the most part as the resident weird kid, and her so-called intelligence was just one more aspect that set her apart from others. besides, she’d always been more drawn to the arts and the stage, and being booksmart just gave those around her more reason to discourage her from pursuing her true interests. in middle school, she finally found her niche ( and a natural talent for acting ) with the theatre club and forged friendships that are still alive and well.

she worked tirelessly at honing her acting skills from then on, and her grades suffered for it but she’d never been happier. at 18, she was scouted at a community theatre performance of phantom of the opera, where she played christine. her career took a bit to get off the ground, mostly small parts and modeling here and there until, at 20, she landed the lead in the upcoming film american psycho. ( haven’t decided what to name her yet? patrice bateman? patricia bateman? tricia/trixie? thoughts?? ) the film enjoyed substantial success and positive reviews from critics, especially for kyu’s performance in particular.

she was approached with invitations to auditions and outright offered roles in some cases, but she declined, until she didn’t. two years later, she was cast as deuteragonist jessie pinkman in breaking bad, which is now in its fourth season.

on-set and with fans, her naturally extroverted and eccentric personality proves to be an advantage for once, as people find her reminiscent of the characters she’s portrayed and made them fall in love with. some just consider her to be a particularly dedicated method actor. rumors abound, however, of erratic behind the scenes behavior from kyu, limited patience and a short fuse. stories about alleged physical altercations are greatly exaggerated, though.

✧ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

i’m giving these lil titles just to make things easier dskgj ♡

workaholics - co-stars? guest stars or extras on her past/current project? directors/producers/film crew? she appeared on various shows in tiny, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it capacities, so she could have met any number of people in passing. those who've been on the sets of AP or BB ( especially the latter ) would be far more familiar with her dash of insanity - but it’s usually the fun kind !

four years, no call - an fwb relationship with kyu would be... unpredictable. she’s likely to leave you on delivered for six months & call you up right when you start to forget she exists, but just as likely to spend a week shacked up with you, completely infatuated, pretending you’re the only two people in the known universe until she decides to dip again.

glass cannon - i’m not saying kyu’s in love, but... she wants to be. not out of any desire for genuine romance, but because she believes the angst of an unrequited passion for someone will add further depth and character to her acting. the things that attract her to people are difficult to pin down, but she’d likely find someone who checked enough of her boxes and arbitrarily choose them to be the object of her so-called affections. the press might even know about it, latching onto the story like vultures and writing think pieces about how a particularly emotional performance by kyu was inspired by this person ripping her heart out for the twentieth time.

a real fake - kyu isn’t the type to have a large circle of real friends; even though she’s an extrovert, she still keeps most people at arm’s length without them really noticing. she knows how to distract others from getting below the surface by talking convincingly enough about just about anything else. so to have met someone in LA who managed to not only see past it but also get around her defenses enough to befriend her, she’d count herself lucky beyond measure. they’d know everything about her, be one of the only people who can calm her down when she snaps, and there may be a level of codependence between the two.

mutually assured destruction - this would be a purely online friendship, with someone who doesn’t know she’s kyu & she, similarly, has no idea they’re famous themselves. even better if they’re unknowingly fans of each other’s work, kyu rambling at length about their art ( whatever form it may take ) while they gush about the latest episode of breaking bad.

that’s all i got for right now but i’m also looking for more generic connections ( casual friends, party buddies, fake dating?, EXES, etc. so pls . just fuck me up )

#shines.intro #❪ ⠀ * ⠀ ─── ⠀ [ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓 ] ⠀﹕ ⠀about kyu. ⠀ ❫#i.... did not think this would get so long god help & forgive me #jia's intro is gonna pale in comparison to this i DLKGSJ #anyway i said i started on this at 2 am ..... i've been working on it off & on and it's now 7:30 . i'm publishing this then taking a nap GN

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