#(as i assume the media would nickname me)

[theemporium]

people requested a part two to this wee blurb so here it is because i desperately need some fluff to cope with today's race!!🤠

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Despite his insistence, Daniel didn’t think you would actually take up his offer. 

He had been dragged around the paddock and the media pen, attending different interviews and conferences and all the other shenanigans media day on a race weekend ensured. And, much to his dismay, he hadn’t seen you once since that morning. 

He assumed you were locked away in some room in the motorhome, most likely drowning in graphs and data sheets from the last few races as you and your colleagues discussed what the best plan of action for the cars would be this weekend. 

He was surprised when he knocked on the engineering staff’s doors, only for every single team member to tell him that they hadn’t seen you since the last meeting. 

Daniel would be lying if he said his concern didn’t grow—especially when his messages to you came back unanswered. 

He found himself running around the paddock like a mad man, stopping by other team’s garages to see if you had stopped by. A move that was ultimately useless because he couldn’t find you and all he got was shit from other drivers. 

“Lost your girl, lover boy?” Lando had teased, the nickname somehow having made its way around the paddock—probably by Max himself. 

“Shut up, Norris,” Daniel grumbled, and it was a shock to a lot of the paddock to see the Aussie driver so grumpy. 

He had convinced himself that maybe you had headed back to the hotel early and quickly raced back to his driver’s room, prepared to grab his stuff and bolt before someone could drag him into another media duty, only to fall short when he caught the sight in front of him. 

You were lying on the couch, still bundled up in his hoodie with your arms tucked under your head as a pillow, looking far more peaceful than you did that morning. 

His face instantly softened, and he quickly glanced down the hall before he closed the door behind him, making his way toward the couch until he was kneeling beside you. 

“Sunshine,” he murmured softly, reaching to gently shake your shoulder but you remained fast asleep. He frowned a little, wondering just how little sleep you had gotten the night before to be so tired during the day. 

He muttered your name this time, a little louder and when he shook you, he found you slowly blinking your eyes open. 

You let out a soft whine, nuzzling your face further into your arms and Daniel smiled a little at the sight. 

“C’mon, sunshine, if you sleep any longer, you won’t be able to sleep tonight,” he grinned down at you, watching as you lifted your head to stare at him. 

“Danny?” you murmured sleepily before everything clicked. Realisation dawned on you and you quickly tried to get up, ignoring the rush to your head from moving so quick. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry—”

“Hey, hey,” he frowned and placed his hands on your shoulders, stopping you from getting up. “It’s fine, I said you could nap in my room for a reason.” 

“I wasn’t meant to, I—” you paused, letting out a sigh. “I just came here to wait for you until you finished up. I must’ve fallen asleep.” 

Daniel didn’t bother hiding his grin. “You were waiting for me, sunshine?” 

Your cheeks burned but you nodded. “I was gonna offer to get you dinner, to say thank you.” 

The Aussie’s grin widened. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you murmured before tucking your chin against your chest. “But you’re probably busy so I’ll just—”

“Woah, woah, woah, not so fast, sunshine,” Daniel pushed you back onto the couch before you could get up, still kneeling in front of you. “Who said I was too busy to get dinner with a pretty girl like you?” 

You could’ve sworn your body was on fire at this point, and a part of you wondered how much Daniel enjoyed making you squirm. 

“You gotta stop saying stuff like that, Ricciardo,” you laughed, hoping the nerves in your voice weren’t obvious. “Or else I might start getting the wrong idea.”

“And what idea would that be?” he asked, his eyes never once leaving yours.

Yet, you found yourself unable to reply.

“Because I would hope that the girl I like is starting to catch the hint that I have been flirting with her for the last few months,” he announced, so casually that for a second you thought you imagined it.

You blinked. “What?”

Daniel grinned. “Did you actually not hear me or do you just wanna hear me say I like you again, sunshine?” 

Your face softened. “You like me?” 

“Of course I do,” he murmured, his hands resting on your knees as he gave them a soft squeeze. “Thought I was being pretty obvious with it.” 

“Not obvious enough,” you muttered.

“The boys would think otherwise,” Daniel snorted. “Now, how about you get that pretty ass up and we get some dinner so I can tell you all about how much I like you?”

You laughed. “My treat, Ricciardo.”

Daniel scoffed, pushing himself to stand up before offering his hand to you. “You’re fucking delusional if you think I’m letting you pay, sunshine.” 

“How am I meant to show I like you too?” you asked, unable to hide your smile as the driver tucked you under his arm, grinning down at you too.

“I don’t know, I think a kiss would be pretty telling,” he shrugged.

You rolled your eyes. 

“But I have a feeling I might have to wait until you’re not as hangry before I get one from you.”

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#daniel ricciardo #formula one #f1 #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x y/n #daniel ricciardo fic #daniel ricciardo one shot #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one fic #formula one one shot #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fic #f1 one shot

[cyanoticfireflies]

Hazbin Group Chat Fic, pt 1

* CharChar added PurpleFemale, SeXXXySpider, SssirP, Husk, NaNaNaNiff, and Alastor to “Hazbin Hotel’s Home for Imaginary Friends” *

CharChar: Hi, friends!

SssirP: But… but we’re not imaginary.

PurpleFemale: I think it’s related to some TV show on earth.

SeXXXySpider: Shh, don’t say the T-dot-V word or flat-face will come spy on us.

SeXXXySpider: Also wow @ Husk & Alastor.  We can totally tell who are the digital grandpas in this friend group.

Alastor: I beg your pardon?

NaNaNaNiff: Ehehe, your usernames.

Alastor: Yes?

NaNaNaNiff: They’re just your names.  Laaaame.

Husk: I’m not calling myself some stupid nickname.

SeXXXySpider: Bwahaha, two seconds, kitty.  I assume you’re down at the bar.

Husk: Oh god.

PurpleFemale: Run, Husk.

* Husk changed his name to KittyKat *

* KittyKat changed his name to Husk *

* Husk changed his name to NiceTryFurball *

* NiceTryFurball changed his name to Husk *

* Husk changed his name to WhiskeyWhiskers *

WhiskeyWhiskers: This… can stay.

SeXXXySpider: I win!

WhiskeyWhiskers: If you touch my phone again, I’ll break your fingers, brat.

SeXXXySpider: Weird kink, but actually not the strangest thing I’ve done so far this week ~ <3 ~

PurpleFemale: That… that’s not okay, Angel.

SeXXXySpider: ¯\_¯\_(ツ)_/¯_/¯

NaNaNaNiff: Awww, you gave him the extra arms!!!

SeXXXySpider: You know it, Niff.

Alastor: I’ve been here approximately three minutes and already feel my brain rotting away.  Charlie, what exactly was the point of this?

CharChar: Okay, so I figured even though we all live together that we still need a way to communicate whenever we’re not actually together.

SssirP: For what, exactly?

CharChar: Anything!  If there’s just something you want to share with the group.  It can be an idea for an exercise for us or a funny joke you thought of or just letting me know that the handle is broken on your bathroom sink!

WhiskeyWhiskers: Don’t all you fucks spend enough time with each other?  And I should know – I keep getting dragged along on your little misadventures.

SeXXXySpider: Bet.

WhiskeyWhiskers: What?

SeXXXySpider: Not the kind of bet you’re used to.

SssirP: “The term bet can be used in a few different ways on social media but generally means agreed or okay.”

SeXXXySpider: Bet.

PurpleFemale: Siiiiigh.  And here we have Angel, the perpetually online e-boy.

SeXXXySpider: Uwu?

PurpleFemale: Kill it with fire.

NaNaNaNiff: Eheheheheh.

PurpleFemale: Don’t actually kill it with fire.

NaNaNaNiff: No fun :-(((

Alastor: I’m still very confused.

SeXXXySpider: Just go with it.  You’ll catch on.

CharChar: Thanks, Angel.  I’m glad someone is immediately on board.

SeXXXySpider: (bb^_^)bb

SssirP: I’m not opposed.  I’ve never been in a group chat before.

PurpleFemale: Really?  You didn’t have one for you and your egg things?

SssirP: Giving the Egg Boiz cellular phones is a very bad idea.  Trust me.  A very bad idea.

SeXXXySpider: I’m so fascinated to get that story out of you someday.

CharChar: Angel, will you help Alastor change his name too?

SeXXXySpider: Iiiii will not.

Alastor: SmArT BoY

SeXXXySpider: Eep

PurpleFemale: Eep

SssirP: Eep

CharChar: Oh, come on, Alastor.  It’s part of the fun!  Here, bring me your phone and I’ll help you!

Alastor: I assure you that I am quite fine, my dear.

WhiskeyWhiskers: She gets a pat on the head and Angel gets a vague death threat?  Checks out.

SeXXXySpider: ^

SssirP: But it is kind of fun, having a different name.

PurpleFemale: What would Alastor’s name even be?

SeXXXySpider: Honestly, he’d probably go with, like “RadioDemon” and think he was being clever.

CharChar: I’ll come up with a list of ideas!

NaNaNaNiff: RadioRudolph

Alastor: No.

Alastor: And, my dear Niffty, why are you engaging in all of this nonsense?

NaNaNaNiff: Ehehehe, because they can text me whenever they find a bug!

WhiskeyWhiskers: There’s one bothering me at the bar.

SeXXXySpider: Hey, she already tried to stab me once.

SeXXXySpider: Also, the clue is in the name, baby.  Spider.  Not bug.

WhiskeyWhiskers: Only once?  Pussy.

SeXXXySpider: (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

SssirP: Actually, that one does look like it has cat whiskers.

SeXXXySpider: (=^ ◡ ^=)

SssirP: Aww.

CharChar: You know, that does raise an important question!  Niffty, do you also go after spiders or only bugs?

NaNaNaNiff: Spiders are our friends!  They eat all of the nasty little buggies.  They tie them up and then suck them dry!

PurpleFemale: Angel, no.

WhiskeyWhiskers: Don’t do it.

CharChar: That’s….

SeXXXySpider: Don’t mind me over here deleting my half-completed text then.

PurpleFemale: Do you have any shame?

SeXXXySpider: ¯\_¯\_(ツ)_/¯_/¯

SeXXXySpider: I mean, they’re usually the ones doing the tying up, sooooooo

SeXXXySpider: Niff can be half-right.

Alastor: Regretting your decisions yet, Charlie?

PurpleFemale: About starting this group text or about life in general?

Alastor: That I shall leave up to her.

CharChar: This. Is. Fine.

CharChar: (Angel, if you need someone to talk to…)

SeXXXySpider: Thanks, doll, but my therapy comes in little plastic baggies.

PurpleFemale: Speaking of, we found the stash taped to the underside of the couch.  I believe that may have been the last one, yes?

SeXXXySpider: …

SeXXXySpider: My therapy is *supposed to* come in little plastic baggies.

CharChar: I’d say sorry, Angel, but I’m honestly not that sorry.

WhiskeyWhiskers: Good job, girls.

SeXXXySpider: Hey, Niffty, did anyone ever tell you that cats are a species of bug?

NaNaNaNiff: Nice try~

SeXXXySpider: You know, I remember someone did once call me “Whore Bug”

PurpleFemale: *Snort* What?

SeXXXySpider: Yup

SssirP: Ah, I did intend to apologize for that

SeXXXySpider: Eh, I punched you in the face. (งง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)งง  We’re even

PurpleFemale: Wait, what happened?

PurpleFemale: Also, Angel, where do you keep getting all of those?

SeXXXySpider: oo(◕␣~)oo

PurpleFemale: No

SssirP: It was when I was still trying to help the Vees.

SssirP: Before I realized that Vox is a jerk.

SeXXXySpider: ^

WhiskeyWhiskers: Not gonna lie, that’s actually kind of funny.

CharChar: Remember what I taught you, Pentious?

SssirP: Ah, yes!

SssirP: Angel, I’m sorry I called you WhoreBug.

SeXXXySpider: Thanks IG but I’m not sorry for punching you.

SeXXXySpider: Also, I’ve been called worse.

PurpleFemale: Once again, Angel.  That’s not okay.

SeXXXySpider: I’m getting tired of typing the shrug

PurpleFemale: Or you could take your own trauma seriously for, like, two seconds.

SeXXXySpider: Or I could bury my trauma in sarcasm and ice cream.

WhiskeyWhiskers: Replace ice cream with bourbon and I’ve been there

CharChar: Note to self, see if Alastor can find a therapist for the hotel

Alastor: I shall keep an eye open, my dear girl

CharChar: Do you think Rosie knows somebody?

PurpleFemale: Do we really want a cannibal living in the hotel?

CharChar: The hotel welcomes ~everybody~

SeXXXySpider: Resisting. Urge. To. Make. Eating. Joke.

CharChar: See?!  That’s growth!

SeXXXySpider: Resisting. Urge. To. Make. Growth. Joke.

NaNaNaNiff: Hehehehehe.

SssirP: I actually don’t know what the jokes would have been???

WhiskeyWhiskers: Keep that innocence, bud

(Part 2) (Part 3)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #group chat #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel dust #husk #niffty #alastor #sir pentious #got a little bored at work #angel texts so quick because he has the extra hands #should i keep going?

[georgevilliers]

Mary & George thots

I watched all 7 episodes this morning starting at 4:30am on about 4 hours of sleep so here are all of my very sleep deprived but professional opinions. Also, I read the book The King's Assassin by Benjamin Woolley so i have Extra Opinions

(spoilers and lengthy thots beneath the cut)

These are not going to be in any specific order because I can not be bothered (see: me being up since 4am on 4 hours of sleep) and as a blanket statement I loved the show!!!!! Most of the things I will say are going to be neutral statements relating to differences I saw between what I read in the book and what was in the show. These are not good or bad things, just observations! I think it's fun and interesting to look at the things they changed to make it more interesting and palatable for a tv viewing audience, and I don't think it changes the quality of the product at all! With that out of the way, let's get on to the content:

we'll start with the things I loved

NICHOLAS GALITZINE. Like. HELLO??? I am very familiar with his work (watched everything he's been in and recorded a podcast about it) and I know he's been criminally undervalued in almost every project he's ever done but this really, really tested his limits and I mean that in a very good way. You can tell this whole project was a test of his abilities as an actor both physically and mentally and he really rose to the challenge in such an impressive way. I'm not really sure if this is ever going to be Emmy/awards fodder (if they meant it to be they released it at a very poor time but thats a different discussion for another time) but I do think this is going to lead to some very interesting places for him. People (important decision making ones) are going to see this and realise what his abilities are and this is a very good thing.

The costumes are so incredible. The details, the colours, the cuts, the CAMP. I'm not a costuming expert so I have no way of knowing how accurate any of the costuming was but damn did it look good.

On that note the CAMP. Oh my god. This really had that je ne sais quoi that makes something camp in the way only queer people can make something camp, so really hats off to everyone involved in the production value.

I should mention all of the actors here, including Julianne Moore and Tony Curran. I am biased, being that I now seem to only exist to consume Nicky G media, but everyone did such a great job.

The script is so complex and rich, I really don't envy the actors having to memorize some of the tongue twisters that were part of the dialogue.

I think they did a really good job of crafting George as a character. As someone who is predisposed to love Nick's face (lol) I really did feel a bit of hatred towards him sometimes. I found him embarrassing, hot headed, full of himself, and pitiable, sometimes all within a few scenes!

Let's talk about some of the big changes I noticed

they really REALLY made up about 95% of Mary's storyline, I would say. This is just going off the King's Assassin, mind you, but from what I learned about Mary from that book is that essentially her only role in the course George's life took was the initial bit: sending him to France to become a learned gentleman, and sending him to London to try to catch the king's attention. If anyone has any recommendations for sources about Mary's life I could read about I would be very interested in it in order to piece together more fact and fiction! In general, I would just assume the vast majority of Mary's storyline did not happen, but it was fun though! One thing that is mentioned in the book is that her and the king did become good friends.

I really missed the use of nicknames from James. I guess it was hard to show most of them on screen as a lot of them appeared in letters they wrote to each other when they were apart, but James often referred to him as "Steenie" referring to St Stephen who apparently "had the face of an angel", amongst numerous other nicknames such as wife, dog, and child etc.

I also really wish they had included this famous speech of King James' to his privy council, because it is burned into my brain I can literally recite it word for word now: "You may be sure that I love the Earl of Buckingham more than anyone else, and more than you who are here assembled. I wish to speak in my own behalf and not to have it thought to be a defect, for Jesus Christ did the same, and therefore I cannot be blamed. Christ had John, and I have George."

I think they sort of removed some of George's abilities in order to make him rely on Mary more to involve her character in the storylines. In reality he made all of his own political decisions, knew how to play the king without help if he needed, and was a competent (if not terrible and easily swayed by bribery and trying to level up his own interests) member of the government

One of my favourite things to learn from the book is that when George took a wife (which, I believe in reality he was all too happy to marry in order to secure his possessions with an heir) she was welcomed by the king with open arms. King James became besties with Katie and he considered her as sort of part of their "family". In general I think they played up the "jealousies" from King James.

While it is alleged that George did kill James, it was not by asphyxiation. According to the book, he was suffering what is now known as malaria and had a violent fit, thought to be brought on by a "medication" George gave him which was provided by a doctor but actually administered by George, which is what ended up finally killing him

In general I wish the end hadn't felt so...rushed? Maybe it only felt that way because I know how it actually plays out and maybe if I rewatch while not trying to think about real life events so much, it might feel less so. But the whole issue with Spain took up such a small amount of time in the show when in real life it was like...a problem spanning multiple years. And I know they obviously can not show all of that within a 7 episode television show, it does seem like maybe they should have left it out altogether if they weren't really going to see it to its full justice?

My other small complaint is that it felt to me in some parts that the love between King James and George wasn't there. Certainly it feels to me like perhaps George did not feel the same level of love towards King James as the king felt for him, but the king certainly felt so much love for George. There were multiple instances outlined in the book in which they were "on the outs" because George started ignoring him in favour of Charles, or for other reasons, and it seemed to really tear at the king and he seemed to often be the one reaching out to George trying to keep his love close, rather than George trying to rein the king back in under his power. At that point, George had all of the power he needed and the king was so passive and loved him so much, he stayed the king's favourite until death, and George had very little to worry about in that regard.

There! That's all I can think of for now, and I think this has gone on quite long enough. I feel I need to rewatch the show and try harder to not think about real life situations and just enjoy the story. The fiction in the series is greater than the fact but I still think it's fun! And I recognise that there is a need to dramatize things greatly because the way things really played out in reality would not make good television at all. I hope no real history scholars find this post, and if you do please be gentle with me! I am not really an expert, just a history fan (even though I do find myself wanting to quit my job and become a George Villiers scholar).

If you read all of this you really deserve a medal, and you have all my thanks!

#text post #my posts #mary and george #mary & george #nicholas galitzine

[sunsguilt]

hello lovely! since vil is your favorite character, can i request some vil hcs similar to the other ones? he's not really 'pathetic little man' material, but i wanna see what you do with him 00

have a nice day <3

SO IF YOU NEED A HERO... OR A BOYFRIEND...┊ft: vil schoenheit

warnings: none! contains : gn! reader

notes: if vil showed up while i was literally at the altar abt to say my vows i would dip so fast its not what it looks like babe ur th only one 4 me it was never that serious (this took a while, sorry guys i went silly)

everyone who says vil is pure evil and would treat u like shit, you are all lying to yourself. he is literally my babygirl. argue with the wall.

vil schoenheit would fall for someone, fall hard, then want to die because why did he have to fall in love with you? like international superstar vil falls head over heels for an absurdly average person who they see in classes occasionally??? he doesn't know either.

he is striving to become the most perfect version of himself, just to have your attention.

and you're. not perfect. nowhere near what vil initially assumed would be his standards for a partner before you. maybe you sleep in class and you're scraping by with a barely passing grade.

he's gonna make it his goal to "fix" you. you're not irredeemably evil but he'll make it his job anyway.

(not that you guys need fixing! failing your classes is a hot bitch move but he is doing this bc he wants the best for you!)

this is going to serve as an excuse to be closer to you and allow him to tutor you. he won't bullshit it either, he takes it seriously.

moving on to the topic of nicknames, he usually just says your name. when he first meets you, he'll call you spudling. calling someone a potato is cringe; it's his only flaw.

he'll say "my dear" just as a general affectionate term. when he's annoyed at something or someone, he'll be calling you "sweetheart". his tone gets sickly sweet and you know he's mad at something.

but honestly, flashy nicknames just aren't his style. it's more of a rook thing to be like "my darling, my love" etc etc. vil would be mortified if he had to call you that, even as a joke.

vil vague posts about you. it's probably the most human vil looks in front of his fans. even vil schoenheit has someone they pine over? incredible for the self-esteem.

he's posting a photodump with a caption like: "i never know what to think about. i think about you." or "with them today."

you're probably vaguely aware of vil's social media presence, not really paying it any mind. it's awkward to cyberstalk a classmate, much less a friend.

since he doesn't tag you, you never really know about the posts and the wreckage that comes after vil happens to post a random photo of him holding your hand across the desk in an insta story.

vil wants his confession with you to be perfect, like it has to be. he agonizes it for a long time, rook occasionally dropping huge hints to you, much to his dismay.

he really is just scared of rejection. you denying him would honestly shatter him into a million pieces.

he'll take it slow, he'd never try to rush it with you. with time, he'll tell you his carefully guarded feelings, and it will be perfect.

— ☆

#vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit headcanons #vil x reader #vil schoenheit #x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst hcs #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #vil bbg ily !!!!! #vil fluff #this is really sappy sweet but i love him so much u guys

[chloe-skywalker]

Really? - Kai Parker

Kai x Fem!reader (Eventually)

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,996

Summary: They call in Y/n to babysit Kai

Authors Note: I used the name Hope as a nickname. Also like shes hundreds of years old. Used Twitter in this because Kai had a twitter in the show. This is REALLY old my writing has improved SO much since I wrote this. I wrote for english class in highschool as a sophomore. The date on the paper that I turned it in on was 5/26/16. This was never typed and honestly I completely forgot about it. But I found the 9 page story in my closest. Hope you all enjoy it. This is probably one of the very first times I every wrote a piece of fanfiction. I never posted it on tumblr, I’m pretty sure. I did rewrite some parts cause like I said my writing has very much improved since this lol.

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“Ok, I did not come back to Mystic Falls to babysit some sociopath that I don’t even know!” Y/n said standing in the doorway to the livingroom. Y/n had her left hand on her hip with it pushed out to the side, and her right hand flat out pointing towards Alaric and Jo sitting on the couch together. It had been awhile since she had been in the Salvatore boarding house. “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Relax, Hope. It was mine and Stefans idea. We figured you're a Hybrid plus a witch. Also you're not easily persuaded. Your best option.” Damon said, pouring himself some bourbon.

“Ha,ha,ah, NO!” Y/n said with anger filled eyes. “I don’t want to babysit the newest town problem.”

Y/n turned on her heels towards the front door, once she got there when she started to open the door Stefan appeared right in front of her. He closed the door before slinging his arm around her shoulders, walking her back to where everyone else was.

“Please do this Hope, if not for me or Damon do it for Jo, Liv and Luke. Please.” Stefan pleaded.

Considering that Kai was trying to kill his siblings, the Salvatore brothers being allies with them and not Kai, makes it more understandable why they were keeping him in their cellar or as Y/n liked to call it a dungeon.

Even though Y/n didn’t plan on coming back to Mystic Falls from New Orleans to help in their latest crisis, she would. Her father, the original Hybrid, wouldn't like it. He couldn’t bare to lose her, not his hope. That was her nickname and it stuck. Everyone calls her Hope because of it.

“Fine.” Y/n gave in, although a bit annoyed.

Y/n didn’t have anything else to do and hey, maybe this sociopath wouldn’t be that bad. She had never been one to judge without knowing the person. Her father just because his mother was unfaithful to a werewolf was judged for her actions. Y/n found that unfair.

Damon opened his mouth to speak, bringing Y/n out of her thoughts. “Ok its settled then you watch the little weasel.”

Soon enough they all left to go do what they needed to do, so Y/n  headed down to the cellar and sat against the wall. Having been told to stay close to the cellar because Kai was tricky.

Y/n went on her phone and got on twitter, not long after her phone went off with a notification for the social media app. And apparently Kai had heard it.

“You should follow me on twitter, cobrakai1972.” He said from inside the dungeon cell.

Y/n thought about it for a moment and she didn’t see anything wrong with friending him on twitter. “Ok, that was corbakai1972. Right?”

Once she heard that Y/n heard him get up and suddenly his face was behind the bars on the door. Y/n lifted her head to look at him, he looked surprised. “Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah, why not?” she shrugged.

Kai raised his eyebrows in shock. So he decided to explain who exactly he was. “Well, I assume they told you exactly why you're babysitting me. Right? I’m the new big bad in Mystic Falls. In the prison world I kidded BonBon, multiple times. I assume she’s your friend since you are obviously friends with Damon, Stefan, Alaric, and the rest of them. Probably friends with Jo, Live and Luke as well if you're willing to protect them. They trust you enough to watch me.”

Y/n didn’t miss the way he said his sister's name with disgust, he must really want to kill her like they said. Considering he look’s 22 and Jo looks 44, Y/n took it as in prison worlds you don’t age. Also he killed Bonnie in one so you can’t die either. Damn witches are assholes.

“Well for one thing they told me their side of the story of what happened. Second thing, me and Bonnie are not friends so whatever kill her I don’t care. And yes, they are my friends I guess you could say. Third thing, trust me now that is a kinda long story. They do trust me but that took a very long time, being the daughter of the original Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson whom they trust as far as they can throw. Trust wasn’t an easy thing to earn, Especially since I’m alot like my father. They have me babysitting you because I’m a Hybrid like him as well, and a witch.” Y/n smirked at him which made him smile widely.

“So I guess that means I can’t convince you to let me out?” He asked with a cheeky grin. Y/n shook her head ‘no’ and they both laughed.

Y/n realized she liked his laugh, she didn’t think he laughs often. After a while their laughter died down they started talking about everything and nothing all at the same time. They talked for hours and at some point they had both started leaning against the cellar door. Then the object of ‘pasts’ came up.

“Kai we don’t have to. We don’t have to talk about the past or family if you don’t want to. I get it’s a touchy subject.” Y/n told him sincerely.

Kai nodded even though she couldn’t see him. “You're right we don’t, but I want to know yours and I take it that if I don’t tell you anything then you won’t tell me anything. Am I correct?”

He was right, she wouldn’t tell him if he didn’t share his. “Yes, you're right.”

Kai nodded. “Fine. My family called me an abomination and they physically and mentally abused me with magic and, not because I’m a siphoner. I can’t and couldn’t fight back. Since I couldn’t generate my own magic. My parents didn’t want me to possibly rule the coven, so they kept having kids till another set of twins was born. When twins turn 22 in our coven they merge and the winner takes both powers and becomes the leader of the coven. The other dies. When me and Jo were supose to merge they said no, I went on a rampage. They decided to let us merge but it was all a set up to send me to the prison world. One of my very own, like hell.”

Y/n felt sad for him, his parents turned him into what he was today. They made him into the sociopath, from how they treated him. It wasn’t his fault he was born a siphoner. Called an abomination in his own home growing up by the people who should’ve loved him. It was so wrong in so many ways.

Y/n wanted to lighten the mood a bit. “Wow. That's some history. Am I supposed to top that?”

“There’s more things to me than just that but some things stay secret.” Kai winked, obviously teasing her.

Y/n bit her lip and rolled her eyes at his coolness.

“Okay! Your turn.” He said excitedly through the door.

Y/n laughed before thinking where to start. “Ok, ok lets see, before and after my birth my fathers parents have been trying to kill me. And they're dead now and still try. So my father sent me away for a while. When he brought me back to live with him and our family, his siblings in New Orleans. Its not the only time I've been sent away, my father has a lot of enemies. He sent for me back when he came here and undaggered his siblings. We even have a house here. We caught up and that's when I met everyone. Lots of saving, lots of killing. But I think everything that me and my dad have been through made our bond stronger. There's more to me but you know some things stay secrets.”

Y/n heard him laugh at her copying of his words from before.

“Well I think we are pretty much tied on the who’s worse considering my parents beat me and your dad's enemies and parents keep trying to kill you. I mean at least mine let me live.” Kai let out an amused breath.

“OK well this is getting depressing.” She sighed

“Agreed.” He said

Then suddenly Damon’s name lit up Y/n’s phone with a text.

[ Hey won’t be back for a couple more hours. Please keep watching him.]

Y/n scoffed, fully annoyed she’d already been here for 5 hours.

“What?” Kai asked, having heard her scoff and seen the annoyance on her face.

“Damon’s going to be even longer.” Y/n was officially pissed. Y/n thought for a moment and then a brilliant idea popped into her head. “You know if I have to watch you why does it have to be here?” She smirked michevously up at the breunette.

“What do you have in mind?” He questioned.

“If I have to watch you I’m not going to do it here.” Y/n stated.

“Wasn’t that the point?” Kai questioned.

“So?” She shrugged. “His text didn’t say it had to continue here.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what he meant but I won’t stop you.” Kai smirked at her idea, completely ready to be free from his cell.

Y/n didn’t need a key since she was hundreds of years old witch.

 “They're gonna be pissed when they find out.” He told her as he stepped out the doorway.

“They can’t and don’t know how to kill me. And my father plus Aunts and Uncles wouldn’t let them lay a finger on me.” She rolled her eyes.

So the two of them walked upstairs when Kai spoke up. “So you really want to hang out with me?”

“Of course.” she nodded but when she looked over at Kai he seemed relieved. “Did you think I would say no?”

He scratched the back of his head looking to the floor.

“Kai” Y/n looked at him and stepped in front of him reaching up to hold his face in her hands. “After everything we just talked about, and me letting you out, why would I not want to hangout with you?”

Y/n leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Kai couldn’t believe he might’ve actually found a friend.

“You mentioned your name when we talked. How if they named you Mlachia then they must have expected you to be evil. When I look in your eyes I don’t see evil, I see a boy that doesn’t know what love is.” Y/n looked into his eyes. Kai saw no malice, no hatred. She cared about him.

“You don’t know me. Not really.” He shook his head not believing that she could care about him.

“I don’t. But I’d like to.” She smiled warmly at him. Y/n lifted her shoulders smiling looking into his eyes. “Who knows, maybe you can change. I’m not saying to stop killing, I’m just saying maybe not kill everyone. People might see you differently.”

Kai laughed at the last part, it was probably true. “No one’s gonna ever see me differently. No one will ever see me as redeemed.”

Kai looked down actually feeling sad about that. No one would ever give him a chance. He’d never be forgiven.

“Hey, you want to know why my dad and everyone calls me Hope?” Y/n asked, she was gonna tell him anyway but luckily he nodded so she continued. He didn’t just nod though he also raised an eyebrow and made a look that made Y/n laugh. “He calls me Hope, because I’m his hope. His hope to be better, his hope of redemption. Maybe I can be your hope to.”

Kai smiled nodding along. “Maybe.”

With that they officially left the Salvatore boarding house to go have some freedom and fun.

Taglist: @padawancat97

#y/n #x y/n #x reader #imagine #imagines #tvd #kai #kai parker #malachai parker imagines #kai parker x reader #kai parker imagine #kai parker imagines #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #alaric saltzman #jo parker #tvd imagine #tvd imagines #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries imagines

[zahri-melitor]

Reading Digger Harkness as an Aussie: why he’s specifically written to wind me up, the undercurrents of many of his appearances, and why he’s voting No in the Voice referendum.

(Okay if you know ANYTHING about Digger and about the Voice you already knew that, but making this current-relevant!)

George “Digger” Harkness is Captain Boomerang. He’s traditionally written by DC to be specifically, deliberately annoying and disliked. Due to this he’s simultaneously quite cleverly written while also being the laziest character stereotype imaginable.

One of the things that drives me up the wall every time I read him in a book is that due to a clash of a few things in his character design, the subtext he’s evolved over time is remarkably complex, but also geared to make me despise him. Also I can’t tell how much of it is deliberate on the writer’s part.

The first thing you need to understand is that Harkness is very specifically putting on a level of Australianness for his audience (the usually American characters around him). The fascinating thing in this is that, unusually for this trope, his writers are often aware he’s doing this. The common term for this is ‘ocker’. You can notice this in the language he uses: it’s specifically peppered with ‘Australian’ words and phrases.

Now this is a pretty common thing for writers to do to demonstrate a character is Australian. It sounds like someone trying to write Crocodile Dundee or Steve Irwin. However, to my ear (and years of putting up with this), the way it’s done for Digger is…off. It’s not the standard terrible way it’s used in American media, but it’s equally not written naturally for how an Australian who natively speaks ocker/broad would use it. Digger’s playing it up, and he’s playing it up badly. (the closest comparison I can make than an Australian might understand is he sounds more like Russell Coight than Steve Irwin, with all that implies) He wants people to think he’s an Australian stereotype.

Heck, let’s break down his name for a demonstration of this.

Captain Boomerang: this is a very, very, loaded name. Digger’s specifically racist, and he’s racist in a very White Australia Policy sort of way. The writers are aware he’s racist. He uses a boomerang as a symbol as he’s Australian (surface level) but they’re also specifically drawn as white a lot of the time, both in his costume and in the weapons themselves. They’re not plain wood or decorated with traditional art. They’re white. He has a history of making boomerangs and promoting them in Australia for sale, as a white guy, which is uhhhh Not Great. He’s assumed a traditional piece of Australian Aboriginal weaponry and culture as his own, and he’s painted it white. He’s asserting that it’s his culture now and has stripped it of its traditional meaning. (Also his boomerangs often don’t come back, and have sharpened edges and are used wrongly). He doesn’t like Black People ™ but also uses a weapon specifically associated with an oppressed minority in his place of origin. The white supremacy attitude is very much coded in.

“Digger” as a nickname: oh the way this clashes and interacts with the fact he uses ‘Captain’ as a title! Digger as a term is a general nickname for Australian Army soldiers. It comes from the Gallipoli landings and the trenches of World War I. By using it as his nickname, Harkness is evoking a whole HOST of imagery and specifically nationalist cultural imagery surrounding Gallipoli as a ‘birthplace’ of Australian identity, something that’s been weaponised particularly by the Australian political right for the past 30 years as a national symbol. In the stories that a country tells itself about who they are, Harkness is evoking a very major one and also one that can read as quite toxic if not done carefully. (if you need a quick entry to the way the nickname makes me wince, look up ‘Cronulla Riots’. That’s the sort of person his name is evoking for me) The other problem on top of this – this is a soldier’s nickname. Harkness has never been in the Australian military (as far as I can tell). Combined with the fact he uses the title of ‘Captain’, he’s suggesting he’s got a military background that he 100% does not have. He’s a giant hypocrite. Now being part of the military in Australia reads differently to being part of the military in the USA, in how society sees it, but this is still not on. It’s not a natural nickname for an Australian to have, in his circumstances. It doesn’t even make sense as a traditional ironic nickname given by his friends. Which means he picked it himself. And for that style of nickname…choosing your own? That’s considered to be poor form and trying way too hard. (And nicknames are culturally important! For the personality Harkness is trying to present to his audience, he SHOULD have a nickname like this. My father’s is ‘Bones’, for instance. But choosing your own, and choosing one that implies traits that are not yours to display? Really really bad form)

Basically in summary, Harkness is very much coded in a lot of ways to essentially be the Australian equivalent of someone who stormed the Capitol on January 6, 2021. With that sort of view of his home country.

What is fascinating is that when Harkness interacts with other Australian characters, they do not like him, so the writers are aware that he’s been written to be this level of objectionable.

Now, some of this coding in his character has just accumulated over 60+ years as stereotypes have evolved and things have become ever more socially unacceptable. But the interesting thing here is that the writers ACKNOWLEDGE that unacceptable behaviour from Harkness.

I hate him so much. And I also want to fix his dialogue, which suffers from being written by Americans, to include a bunch more extremely country ocker sayings. He NEEDS to be saying things like “stone the flaming crows” and “fair shake of the sauce bottle” and “flat out like a lizard drinking” and “I didn’t come here to fuck spiders”. Because he’s putting it on. And these are the sort of things he’d lean in to to convey that level of “oh I’m not from around here, I am quoting Crocodile Dundee at you but you didn’t even realise” that he’s written to have.

#dc meta #captain boomerang #I had to only gesture at a bunch of things but there’s so much more to dig into here #he’s very cleverly written as hateable #this man has a southern cross tattoo! #he would fly the Eureka flag without having the specific union connections to still make that acceptable! #he’s an ugly Australian stereotype

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

How do time lord names work, an essay (sort of)

(also if anyone reading this has more info or corrections to things i say, please put it in the notes)

As with most things relating to Gallifrey and Time Lords, how their naming conventions work are not very clear. This rant/essay thing is basically just me trying to figure out a system that works based on the information that is given to us in the show (and some of the extended universe media)

So, first things first, Time Lord names are not consistent. Throughout the show we see two main styles of Time Lord names, the regular (enough) names and the titles. Some examples of this are Romana, Andred, and Rassilon vs the Doctor, the Master, and the Rani. (there are a few outliers, but I'll get to that later)

With these two types of names a relatively consistent pattern emerges. The ones with title names are mostly renegades while the ones with normal names are not. I don't really have a solid theory on why this is, something about rejecting the name given to you by the society that you are leaving. It also is said that these names are chosen, so that would fit with this theory.

We also see that most of the 'normal' names are just the beginning part of a much longer name, such as Romana being short for Romanadvoratrelundar. This is shown to be true for multiple other Time Lords, so I am assuming that to be the case for those who have no canon extended version of their name.

Now we get to the exceptions to these two naming styles that make things more confusing (ranked from least to most confusing) (in my opinion)

Susan Foreman - The name Susan was chosen to fit in with humans while she was on earth, doesn't actually contradict anything said above (not sure if she was ever given an actual time lord name though)

Drax and Morbius - Both renegade Time Lords who do not follow the pattern of having title names, doesn't really complicate things that much since they could have just chosen not to give themselves title names

The Other - One of the three founding members of Time Lord society? does he count in this if he was one of the first, also has a weird connection to the Doctor? (going to be honest I know very little about this guy)

Irving Braxiatel - His name would be fine without the first part, I just choose not to think about it, which means it can't be a problem

The Doctor - aka the worst one of them all when it comes to complicated things with names. To start off, they do follow the renegade having a title for a name pattern (though in Divided Loyalties we see that he chose to go by that name while still at the academy, because as with everything else with the doctor's name it is confusing), but after that they just complicate things more. Then we get to the problem of Theta Sigma, which on the surface has the same problems as Irving Braxiatel, but then you have the problem that that isn't actually the Doctor's name, but a nickname given to him at the academy. So then what is the Doctor's real name? Well, according to The Making Of Doctor Who his name is δ³Σx². In human language, this basically means nothing, but in The Five Doctors this equation appears on a piece of stone with other writing that is identified as Old High Gallifreyan (the ancient and no longer used language of the Time Lords). This leads me to my third point about how Time Lord names work,

Along with the two kinds of names I previously mentioned, I also believe that Time Lords have another 'true' name in Old High Gallifreyan that is rarely, if ever, used. This comes from the fact that the Doctor has repeatedly said that they can not (except in special circumstances) tell people their real name, and that even if they did people would not understand it. The not understanding it part is obvious since a) all the Time Lords are dead and b) even before then it was an unused language. It is also stated in the show that Old High Gallifreyan words held power, giving a pretty reasonable explanation for why the Doctor would only tell someone his name in special circumstances. I think there could also be a factor of a Time Lord's name being something very personal to them and there is no reason to share it with most other people.

Anyway tl;dr Time Lords have a 'true name' in Old High Gallifreyan that is only used in special circumstances. The rest of the time they usually use one of two naming systems, a 'normal' Time Lord name, which is often long but shortened (Romanadvoratrelundar to Romana for example) or a title name, which is often chosen by renegade Time Lords as part of their rejection of Time Lord society.

#doctor who #classic who #dw #the doctor #the master #nuwho #romana #sorry that this post is so long i apparently had a lot to say #theta sigma #time lords #new who #dr who #gallifrey #gallifreyan #if this has typos im sorry i did not check

[sydluvsky]

kylian mbappé x shy!fem reader hc

(mentions of sex, abuse, body image issues)

- kylian is a fairly extroverted and outgoing person so him with a shy and more reserved reader would be the perfect pair. like yin and yang, sun and moon, ect.

- he would for sure be very protective assuming that the shy reader doesn’t want to be in the public eye. whenever the media comes up to her to ask her questions or take pictures of her kylian randomly out of nowhere appears and shields her from the media.

- i feel like he would love it if she’s the type of shy where she’s quiet around everyone else but super talkative when she’s just with him. his ego loves that he’s probably one of the only people she trusts to be comfortable with.

- if the shy reader has low-self esteem, has gone through traumatic experiences such as any form of abuse he would make it his priority to find out her triggers and try his best to shield her from all of that. he always reassures her how brave and strong she really is. like seriously such a protective guy.

- he’s the older brother in his family and has a capricorn moon too so he generally has a more fatherly, provider role in relationships.

- would give the best advice. not even a hc it’s facts. this guy reads in his spare time and people always make note of how smart he is which would only lead me to assume that he’s someone to go to for advice.

- nicknames such as; “my love/ mon amour”, “darling/chérie”, “baby/ bébé”. anything that reminds the reader how cute she is.

- okay so kylian is a very adorable guy…i mean:

but i think he would prefer it if he’s more so the “sexy/hot” one and she’s the “cute/adorable” kind. but if he’s being a tease he would for sure try and do something cute like randomly start kissing her in a borderline annoying way till’ she finally gives him attention.

- okay date nights are either super, super, super lowkey, like just at home (home in question is a mansion) , ordering pizza and netflix and chilling 🌚. or it’s like he’s flying you out to this super luxurious restaurant and you guy’s are staying the night. he would obviously ask her what she prefers of the two because her comfort matters above all else and then decides.

- i also imagine reader going out and buying a lot outfits and kylian wanting her to do a mini fashion show for him. he would give his honest opinions but to her it sounds like he’s just saying stuff to make her feel better but it’s true! he find her to be perfect in everything. if reader has any body issues you best believe during sex he’s gonna focus on that part and remind her that it’s beautiful.

kind of like that one arabic quote : “if i ever saw a flaw of yours, i’d say my eyes are the flawed ones.”

- before games he would go up to her and ask her for suggestions for the celebrations he could possibly do. fans often tease him about how down bad he is for her, like his eyes sparkle, he blushes when he speaks about her ect.

- also i feel like his teammates for sure know that the reader is like his soft spot so they tease him about how down bad he is for her.

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i may do a part 2 if more stuff comes to mind.

thank you so much for reading!

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe headcanon #kylian mbappe x shy reader #football fanfic #soccer fanfiction #football #soccer #psg football #footballers #world cup

[kimbappykidding]

You co-owned a coffee shop with your best friend just a few streets away from Seventeen's building, However, you weren't into mainstream media so you weren't really aware of that. Being in the city centre you knew there were idols and actresses and models galore but never really paid them any attention. You preferred the ordinary people, after all it was them who came into your cafe most often...or so you thought.

You had many regulars but your favourite was the boy with glasses who you'd nicknamed cute gamer guy. He was always polite, quiet and friendly. He'd usually stay for a few hours and he'd either read or play games on his laptop hence the nickname. You liked to read too and often discussed your latest and favourite books. When he played games you'd get stuck just watching him because he was really good. You'd stare amazed and forget you had work to be doing. You figured he must be a student of something as he often came in at odd hours and seemed like he had some time to kill. You didn't know much about him but saw him most weeks and got to know one another that way. He'd always ask about your day which you thought was nice and compliment your baking. He was cute too and your friend had long since suggested you should ask him out. You didn't want to just because you felt it might be weird. "I don't even know him! I only know he’s called Wonwoo because I put it on his coffee cup otherwise I wouldn't even know that! I don't know his age or what he does for a living! He's basically a stranger" you argued when your friend Mari brought it up again but she just rolled her eyes. "You see him pretty much every week of the year, that's more than you see your family! He is not a stranger". "True but I don't know him enough to ask him out! He could be a terrible person, or a sexist jerk or a..." you trailed off to see him standing at the counter. He was looking down at his phone and you prayed you hadn't been speaking loud enough for him to hear. You hurried forwards and smiled nervously "sorry to keep you waiting, what can I get for you?". He smiled "it's no problem, can I please get a chai tea and a brownie please Y/n?". "coming right up" you nodded and got to work. He asked you how your week had been and you asked him about his day then he took a seat with his tea and snack. "Did he hear us?" Mari asked and you shook your head "I think we got away with it". You were wrong.

As you were getting ready to close up Wonwoo came up to you "thanks for the snack, it was great as usual". You smiled "I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for telling me". He nodded "I also just wanted to say...I'm 26 years old and I'm from Changwon originally. I'm a performer for a local company and I promise I'm not shady or dangerous...". You blushed "does this mean you heard our conversation?". Wonwoo nodded "I didn't mean to but I just wanted to let you know, I've been wanting to ask you out for a while and if the only thing stopping us was you not knowing my age or what I do...well I wanted to correct that". You smiled "consider it corrected". "In that case would you like to go on a date with me?" Wonwoo asked "I'm free this weekend and you can pick whatever we do". You smiled "sounds good". So the two of you exchanged numbers and agreed to meet up Saturday night. Mari was ecstatic and kept jumping up and down on your way home. "So he's 26" she said and you nodded "only 2 years older than me". "Which is an acceptable age gap" she nodded "and what did he say he does for a living again?". "He said he's a performer at a local company". "wait what does that mean?" she asked and you paused "I have no idea...I assumed he's a local singer or dancer or something. I probably should've asked. "Well that's what the date is for" she grinned. You suggested dinner and a movie and Wonwoo agreed to pick you up at your house. Mari helped you put together the perfect outfit and then you waited for Wonwoo. You were early (as always) and were sitting in your living room when a car arrived. An extremely expensive car so neither of you expected it to be here for you. Your friend sighed "I hate when cars just pull up outside our house like that! It's such a fancy car too". You nodded looking at the expensive car and wondered what it must be like to have a car like that. When the car didn't move you paused "why isn't it going? Wonwoo is going to be here soon and it might block him". Mari frowned "let's give it a second and then tell them to move". You nodded when the car door opened and who stepped out of the car but Wonwoo. "Holy shit!" your friend cried and you stared. "That can't be his car" you said but Mari laughed "well it sure looks like it seeing as he's driving it. Y/n if he has a car like that then he must be rich! I thought you said he was a performer not some sort of prince!". "That is what he said" you replied watching him come closer to the door "maybe he just inherited the car or won it as a prize". Mari smiled "well however he got it, it's glorious and you're going to ride in it!". As she said that the doorbell dinged and your friend squealed. You opened the door to find Wonwoo dressed smart-casual in a shirt and some very nice jeans. "Hi Y/n" he smiled "I've got you something" and held out some flowers. You immediately felt touched because nobody had ever bought you flowers before. "That's so kind of you thank you...let me put them inside" you said and opened the door to find your friend standing there where she'd clearly been spying on the two of you. "Wonwoo you remember my friend and business partner Mari" you said and he nodded "it's nice to see you again". "You too" she smiled "nice car by the way". Wonwoo blushed slightly "thank you...I try and take good care of it". "I bet!" Mari nodded and you elbowed her. You placed the flowers in the hall and told Mari you were leaving. "Have fun!" she called waving and Wonwoo led you to his car. You opened the door and were shocked at how nice the inside of the car was. You wouldn't trade your beaten-up old car for anything but this car was amazing! It was so spacious and comfy. You felt like you were in some sort of massage chair and the dashboard was so big and colourful. "If you're cold I can turn on the seat warmers" Wonwoo said and your eyes widened "seat warmers?". He smiled "yeah, want me to show you?". You nodded and he pressed a button "it might take a few seconds to warm up". You nodded admiring the architecture when you felt the warmth and gasped slightly "I can feel it! That's so nice". Wonwoo smiled "the temperature control is just there" pointing to a dial "so feel free to make it warmer or cooler". You nodded "cool" and tried not to act too awestruck with this space-age car. Wonwoo must've sensed your unease because he started asking you some casual questions and as you chatted you felt less nervous. You arrived at the cinema and Wonwoo parked up. As you were getting out a guy gawked at the car and you thought Wonwoo would say something but instead he put a hat on and pointedly pulled it over his face which you thought was odd considering you were going inside. "This way" he said and he led you inside keeping his head down. You bought tickets and snacks but Wonwoo didn't take his hat off until he was in the dark cinema. You chatted until the film started and then watched the film. It was a good film and was good as any cinema date could be. Wonwoo gave you free rein of the snacks and you had a cute hand-brush moment halfway through. Wonwoo laughed at all the same parts as you and you were sat quite close together without actually touching. So the night was going pretty well as you left your screen and headed to dinner. On your way out there was a big group of girls and you saw Wonwoo pull his hat down tighter. "Hey mind if we go out this way?" he asked pointing to a side door away from the crowd and you nodded, exiting around the back of the building. Wonwoo drove you to the restaurant and opened the door for you. "Table for 2" he said giving the waiter his name and the waiter nodded "of course". You'd picked a restaurant you were familiar with and smiled at the familiar sights and smells. "Have you ever been here before?" you asked Wonwoo. He nodded "yes I like it". "Me too" you smiled as the waiter told you to follow him. "My friend and I must've been here 20 times we never get the fancy table" you said pointing to the table behind their water feature which was very private and highly coveted. Every time you came it was taken and you couldn't even book it. But tonight it was empty. "Well maybe tonight will be different" Wonwoo said and sure enough the waiter took you to the table. "Here are your menus and some complimentary waters. I'll be back soon to take your drinks order" the waiter said and you turned to Wonwoo. "How did you get this table? They wouldn't even let me book it for my friend's 21st!". Wonwoo shrugged "I guess we just got lucky". You thought he wasn't telling you something but didn't say anything. The meal continued and everything was still going well. Wonwoo was very interesting and talking to him was so chill but also fun. He had an effortless quality about him, he seemed to look effortlessly good, was effortlessly funny and effortlessly nice but it wasn't annoying or forced. It was just how he was and you felt like you'd known him for ages. When Wonwoo went to the bathroom you checked your phone and saw 20 messages from Mari. You opened your phone and decided to call her instead of texting. "What happened are you okay?" You asked. "Y/n it's Wonwoo" she said and you froze "what is he a serial killer?". "What? No, he's a kpop idol! That's why he's so rich and always turns up at the cafe at odd hours! He's a successful idol and has been for years. I knew I'd seen him before". You pause "no he can't be". "He is, Google Wonwoo Seventeen and you'll see". You did and your phone was flooded with results. "Oh my god..." you said and your friend laughed "see! Y/n you're dating an idol!". You had no idea what to say but spotted Wonwoo on his way back so quickly hung up. Wonwoo smiled sitting down "would you like another drink?". You tried not to let on you knew who he was and it was surprisingly easy. The second Wonwoo sat back down things just felt normal and it made you question if this was the right Wonwoo. Maybe they were brothers or just really looked alike...until you went to leave and Wonwoo's suspicious hiding behaviour kicked in again. There were some men in black coats outside the restaurant with cameras and Wonwoo spotted them putting his hat back on. "You ready?" he asked and you nodded. "It looks a little busy so grab me if I'm moving too quickly" he said and you nodded. The second you stepped outside Wonwoo shot off, head down trying to avoid the cameramen's attention. You thought you'd made it when one of them shouted Wonwoo and they started following you. Luckily Wonwoo was in the car park and the gate closed behind you stopping them. You shot Wonwoo a look and he shrugged "some people know me from my performing". You almost laughed as that was his explanation of him being a world-famous idol. You just nodded not wanting to force him to tell you before he was ready and got in the car. Wonwoo drove you home and pulled up outside. "So I had a really good time tonight" he said and you nodded "me too I really enjoyed myself". Wonwoo smiled "great, so would you maybe like to do this again sometime?". You nodded "I would" and Wonwoo smiled "great so I'll text you..." and then he trailed off. "What?" you asked and he smiled "nothing you just look really nice in this light". You blushed slightly but smiled "you should see my view" and Wonwoo smiled. "Do I get a goodnight kiss?" you asked and were pleasantly surprised to see the boy blushing. "Of course" he nodded and leaned across to kiss you. Wonwoo was clearly a good kisser and given he was a famous idol that made sense. He probably had lots of experience in this area but you ignored that and just focused on your moment with him. When you separated you took in a breath and Wonwoo smiled "that was a pretty excellent first kiss". You smiled "I'm glad you agree, see you later Wonwoo" and got out of the car. You managed not to look back and only when you safely inside did you squeal. Wonwoo returned home to find a few calls from his publicist saying he'd been spotted downtown but they hadn't managed to get any photos. Wonwoo was relieved and his members smiled when they saw him "so how was the date with the mysterious cafe girl?" Mingyu asked. "Ahh yes the place you have banned us from" Scoups said, "it better not have been for nothing!". Wonwoo smiled "it was good...she's so funny and interesting. Not to mention pretty". "Did you kiss her?" Dk asked bluntly and Jeonghan hit him "come on this is Wonwoo we're talking about" before everyone noticed Wonwoo's reaction. He'd frozen and was purposefully staring at his feet to hide his blush. "You kissed her?" Hoshi asked and Wonwoo nodded "she asked for a goodnight kiss so I gave her one". The guys all roared with excitement and began cheering. Once they'd settled down a little bit Jun asked an important question "how did she react when you told her you were an idol". Wonwoo paused "I'm not sure...". "Why? Could you not tell how she took it?" Joshua asked and Wonwoo shook his head "no I just didn't really tell her". "Wonwoo!" Seungkwan cried and Woozi laughed "even after the cameramen chased you down the street?". "I just said people knew me from my performing". "So you didn't tell her what you did at all?" Scoups asked and Wonwoo shook his head "she asked me about work but I managed to be vague". "Well that's not going to work all the time" The8 said "if you want to see her again you have to tell her". Wonwoo sighed "I know but it was nice to date someone who had no idea what I did! A person who I knew wasn't swayed by it". The guys all knew what that felt like so agreed. When you got back from your date you were buzzing but when you woke up the next morning you felt a little different. Last night you'd gone through all the positives but this morning you began to think of the negatives. The cameras last night were just a taste of the harassment you'd receive for dating a kpop idol. There were also stalkers, hate comments on all your Instagram photos and death threats to look forward to. Not to mention you couldn't have a normal relationship. Wonwoo would work a lot and even when he wasn't you couldn't hurt go out in public. Wonwoo had to be careful where he went and you realised last night he probably loosened the rules for you. You weren't sure if that was the life you wanted. Relationships in the public eye were very challenging and that was if Wonwoo ever wanted a relationship. The internet told you the names of many girls who had uprooted their lives only to be used and thrown away by idols. What if Wonwoo did the same? He seemed nice but he was an idol, he wasn't an innocent kid. You didn't know him and he could do that to you. When you came downstairs Mari smiled "so...how does it feel the morning after? You're like freaking Cinderella or something". You chuckled awkwardly "not that great" and explained your worries. Your friend nodded "see I understand where you're coming from but I think you're worrying for nothing. For one thing, we work together so there's no way you're losing your job even if this did get out. For two, if Wonwoo was the type to throw girls away like tissues wouldn't he have asked you out the second he saw you instead of getting to know you for months?". You paused "maybe...". "Plus I've been watching videos of them and he's definitely not like that" Mari said. You frowned "but that's his stage character he could be completely different". "Based on what we've seen in the cafe I don't think so". You weren't sure but agreed to watch one Seventeen video with Mari which turned into several. You saw what she meant. In the episodes, Wonwoo seemed just like the guy you knew. Thoughtful, smart, considerate and...well hot. But you were still more cautious and all day you hovered near your phone, scared anytime it lit up. Part of you thought it would be easier if Wonwoo just bever texted you about your next date but another part of you really wanted him to text you. Your phone buzzed around dinner time and sure enough, it was from Wonwoo. "Hey Y/n I had a really great time last night and can't wait to see you again. How does next Saturday around 7 sound?". You debated over a reply for way too long but eventually just went with your gut. "Sounds perfect! See you then".

For better or worse you wanted to keep getting to know the cute gamer guy who also happened to be a world famous idol. Only time would tell if it was the best decision of your life...or the worst.

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This is a three part series and you can read the other parts here: Part Two and Part Three.

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[redhairedwolfwitch]

Searching For A Home (1/3) - Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: When leaving Barcelona, you say it was to grow as a player and get more playing time, but your real reason is to get over your crush. But the constant moving around and not staying with one club or league for over 2 years has led to speculation you have commitment issues. Turns out that the truth is very different to what has been assumed.

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“You know why I have to go, right?” you whispered, staring out onto the empty pitch for one final time, glancing towards the twenty-two year old midfielder who let out a soft sigh.

“Si, I do. You want to play more. I will miss you.” Alexia whispered back, turning her head to watch as you walked back down the tunnel and away from Barcelona all together.

“Not the only reason… but I need to get over you, Alexia Putellas.” Whispering to yourself as you set off for your next adventure, your next challenge, your next club, in a completely different country.

///

Portland was nothing like Barcelona, but you threw yourself into the challenge of coming into the NWSL near the end of the season, trying to ignore how much your heart ached as the months went by and your contact with your teammates at Barcelona fluctuated. You had lost contact with Alexia all together, not hearing from her but finding out through social media how she and your teammates were doing, as transfers occurred and people started to spread their wings going into the next season of the Primera División.

You stayed with Portland for another season, developing your skills as your versatility was put to the test, stepping in for any injured players and adapting to the brutality and intensity that the NWSL had, before you were traded for the next season. Portland wasn’t home, but you’d met players that stuck with you as friends, but nobody compared to Alexia.

Portland Thorns trade with Chicago Red Stars announced

Will the versatile player be able to adapt to the cold Chicago winters?

“What the- really? My trade is announced and they focus on whether I can handle the weather?” you grumbled from where you’d been sitting on top of your suitcase, scrolling through your phone.

“Got it!” Tobin announced, revealing that she had managed to zip up your suitcase.

“Muchas gracias, Toblerone!” you grinned as Tobin rolled her eyes at the nickname you’d given her after a chocolate you’d seen at the airport once.

“I am not going to miss you.” Tobin declared but you raised an eyebrow, knowing she was lying.

“Chris! Tobin says she will not miss me!” you called out to your new teammate, who rolled her eyes at you both.

“I’ll miss you teaching everyone Spanish.” Tobin admitted, smirking slightly as you laughed.

“I still tutor online.” you pointed out as Tobin rolled her eyes, gesturing for you to stop sitting on the suitcase and help pack up the rest of your stuff you were moving to Chicago.

///

You withstood one Chicago winter before pulling as many strings as you could to get out of the clutches of the NWSL, begging your agent to send you anywhere else, just away from the league.

Portland Thorns player and Chicago Red Stars mutually agree to terminate contract after one year.

You were supposed to be in Chicago for three years, but one was enough. Chicago would never be home, but you kept in contact with your teammates there, until the media latched their claws into your image.

///

Fourth Club in over Five Years? Does this player have no club loyalty?

Bristol City sign Chicago Red Stars versatile player on free transfer

Who is this versatile player coming into the WSL? 

How long will they stay at Bristol before they move on to the next club?

Fans try to predict where the player will go next and when

///

Rolling your eyes at the headlines that came up when looking at social media about you, you’d seen the bingo cards that fans were making with their predictions too, but you didn’t respond, instead reposting the photo of you signing your contract with Bristol City that the club had posted.

You’d asked your agent to send you anywhere, so going to the mid-table club in the WSL, in England, was an interesting twist that you ended up welcoming. The girls were lovely, understanding your need for change when you admitted you were not happy in Chicago and needed something more, so arriving at Bristol became more than just playing football. You continued in tutoring Spanish online like you had since leaving Barcelona, alongside helping the younger players develop as your versatility to fit in anywhere on the pitch became more than just an advantage when arriving at new clubs.

You’d known that you wouldn’t stay at Bristol long, and you knew the girls at the club knew it too, so when Bristol City finished in 6th place in the WSL, going up two spaces from the previous season, you hoped that everything you had done to help the players helped them individually, and not just at a club level. Because your transfer had just been announced, with your next club taking you closer to Spain than the US and England had, to France with Paris Saint-Germain.

No Club Loyalty: Player trades Bristol City and WSL for Paris Saint-Germain and UWCL

For the move from Chicago to Bristol, you ended up selling most of your furniture and anything that wouldn’t fit in the few suitcases you had, not wanting to risk the shipping costs or possibility of damages. This meant that in Bristol, you ended up either buying new furniture, in the case of necessities, but you didn’t bother buying a lot, this parallel happening for the move from Bristol to Paris. This meant that when your captain ended up coming over to see how you were doing, Irene was concerned, and ended up taking you shopping for a bed frame and a wardrobe so you’d stop living out of your suitcases.

Sticking close to your captain, you developed a bond with Irene, speaking in a lot of Spanish since your French was… anyway, you finally told someone the other reason you left Barcelona.

“I didn’t only leave because I wanted more playing time. I left because,” letting out a sigh, you kept your gaze on the ceiling to avoid Irene and Lucía’s confused looks, “I left because I was in love with my teammate and I didn’t think she would ever love me back.”

///

Jack of all Trades, Master of None: When Being a Versatile Player is Not That Useful

“Wow… whoever wrote that does not know Shakespeare well!” you remarked, sat in the dressing room on your phone until Irene asked about whether you had bought a bedside table yet, raising an eyebrow when you admitted to using your empty suitcase as one instead.

“Alexia asked about you.” Irene admitted, having come back from the international break with her Spanish national teammates.

“What? Why, I… I haven’t spoken to her in four years, but she looks great, from what I’ve seen…” you froze up, feeling your face burn as Irene stared at you for a moment, figuring out the same thing you had. Four years of no contact yet you weren’t over Alexia Putellas?

“Maybe message her? She misses you.” Irene suggested, before announcing she was heading home for the day and that you should too.

You hadn’t even realised how empty the dressing room had gotten after training ended, so distracted by the media slandering anything about you, and Alexia no doubt could have seen what the media had been saying about you since you left Barcelona… that almost stopped you from texting her though, but she had seen that you were typing, and then you stopped, so she texted first.

Hola extraña

Biting your lip, you stared at the text, ‘hello stranger’, eventually typing out your response.

Lo siento. Ha pasado mucho tiempo, ¿no?

Apologising to the Barcelona player, and your former teammate, you admitted it had been a long time, then watched as she began to type again.

Sí

You froze, what were you supposed to say to that one word answer? Your phone lit up, revealing she had sent a follow-up text.

¿Cómo estás?

///

Your first season at PSG ended at 2nd in the division, and reached the semifinals of the champion’s league, falling to Lyon in both cases, whilst Barcelona lost against Wolfsburg. Bristol City ended up going down to 10th in the WSL, the media taking the opportunity to try to bring up how may have ended up leaving the team to suffer by leaving, but your game time at PSG was successful enough to drown it out, plus Irene and Alexia had warned you against paying attention to the media a while ago.

You ignored how shocked the fans and media were when they found out you were sticking around with PSG for another year, keeping to your 2 year contract that you had signed. The pandemic had left you unsure whether you wanted to stay in Paris, but you didn’t have a reason to leave before your contract was up. It wasn’t like Chicago.

Staying in Paris over the off-season, you would have travelled to Spain if you could, but the pandemic made it impossible.

You’d kept in contact with Irene, your other PSG teammates, and Alexia the most, but every so often, you’d hear from your old Thorns and Red Stars teammates too, as they shuffled between clubs themselves.

Fans and the media loved to drag you for your lack of smiles in the photography before games, the intense energy you gave off something accustomed to marmite. Loved by some, hated by others who wanted you to smile. Some people had figured it out though, your smiles hadn’t met your eyes for five years, since Barcelona.

PSG were doing even better in your second year there, ending up beating Lyon for the top position in the Division 1 Féminine as well as heading through the Champion’s League, captained by Irene, beating Lyon in the quarter finals to face Barcelona in the semifinals.

The first leg of the semifinals, Barcelona came to play in France, at the Stade Municipal Georges Lefèvre. Alexia kept her face blank and intense, ready for the match as she lined up. She didn’t expect to see you and Irene walk out to line-up in the tunnel together, but she could see the intensity in your expression and the stiffness in your posture.

Your play style had changed a lot, and it wasn’t just due to PSG. Your time in the NWSL had brought a brutal energy, a raw power she’d felt before when playing against the USWNT with Spain. PSG’s utilisation of your versatility made you a pain in Barcelona’s ass.

The first leg ended in a draw, 1-1, Barcelona getting two yellow cards, whilst PSG got three, including your captain. Somehow you had managed to go cardless, which had confused some fans, but others admired your technique that had started to develop in the NWSL. Either way, Barcelona were scrambling trying to figure out how PSG would play you for the second leg, and, on a lesser known note, if you had re-signed with PSG.

The second leg was a week later, and you were in the starting XI again, standing with Irene in the tunnel of the Amsterdam ArenA, Alexia spotted you before the match again, your stern expression juxtaposed by the playful wink you sent her before your face steeled up again.

Fighting against how much your face burned at the wink you’d sent Alexia, you rolled your shoulders and pushed it all away to focus on this next match. Whoever won, was through to the finals of the champions league.

Lieke Martens managed to score twice, within 23 minutes of each other, but Katoto managed to turn the tables three minutes later with a goal, taking it to 2-1. Two of your defenders had yellow cards before Barcelona started getting carded too, you could feel the frustration on both sides. On aggregate, Barcelona would win 3-2, unless you could turn the tides. Substitutions happened on both sides, and Barcelona’s goalie was even carded as you began to walk the line, pushing yourself further and sending more shots towards goal, and your teammates when they had better shots. Ducking back when Barcelona got the ball back, you were a pain in their asses to deal with, your versatility meaning you were ducking between attacking and defending at a ridiculous rate.

It took until stoppage time for you to get a final attack going, sprinting down the field as Irene sent the ball to you. Your teammates were scrambling to catch up as Alexia scrambled after you, her tackle barely getting the ball as you ended up sprawled out on the grass, almost eating the pitch. Pushing yourself up from the pitch, you removed the blades of grass from your mouth with a grimace. A hand on your back caught your attention before you looked up, spotting the ref giving Alexia a yellow card. The Barcelona captain was lucky it wasn’t a red, but Leila had managed to catch up with you and her captain just enough before she went in for the tackle.

The whistle blowing signifying the end of the match left you glancing up at the sky with a sigh.

“Damn.” 

You approached Irene first, letting out a breath as she pulled you into a hug, the two of you starting to walk around to your other teammates, and the Barcelona players approaching you both. Your eyes widened as you were met by players you hadn’t seen or spoken to much since you’d left Barcelona nearly six years ago, Jenni, Marta and Melanie pulling you into hugs.

“¿Estás bien?” Alexia enquired, feeling guilty for the tackle that sent you to the ground.

“Estoy bien, pero me comí la hierba.” You chuckled, freezing as Alexia’s hand gently cupped your cheek, removing a piece of grass stuck to your face. You did indeed eat the grass on the pitch.

///

Your final game with PSG was on June 4th against Dijon, with both you and Irene scoring a goal each. Both of your contracts were expiring, but Irene’s focus was also on Lucía and the couple’s unborn child, so she had already asked not to be called up to the Spain national squad for the 2023 World Cup Qualification due to the upcoming birth.

You’d known from the first leg match playing against Barcelona that you wanted to head back to Spain after your contract with PSG was up, speaking to your agent about any possible Spanish clubs being interested. You didn’t expect Barcelona to be interested, not telling Alexia or Irene the reasoning behind it, but when Barcelona came calling, you were donating and selling anything and everything that didn’t fit in your suitcases for the move back to Spain after six years.

Official: Barcelona confirm signing of PSG versatile player

Versatile Player Homecoming: 6 Years Later

PSG Player Returns to Barcelona Finally Smiling

“Bet fans didn’t have that on their bingo cards…” you murmured to yourself as you sat on the floor of what had been your place in Paris for the last two years, closing the football news tab without a second thought.

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Alexia’s stomach twisted as she read over the news report, staring at the serious expression on your face from a photo that the media had used, their dig at your lack of a smile annoying her until she spotted a quote from you.

“There is no home for me like Barcelona.”

She may have let you walk away six years ago, never telling you her feelings before it was too late and you were gone, but the midfielder had kept tabs on you over the years, watching whatever footage she could find of you playing in the NWSL and WSL, before you arrived in Paris and she could ask Irene about you, plus watch your matches with PSG under the excuse that it was research for the UWCL. She’d followed social media closely, seeing the digs the fans made and how the media dragged you through the mud for having no club loyalty. She didn’t understand it at first, then again, Barcelona flowed through her veins, and your excuse at wanting more playing time didn’t make sense as you jumped from Chicago to Bristol to Paris in three years.

You never dated either, or you kept them so private that nobody on social media knew a thing, but it had been six years. The two of you had grown a lot, she was no longer the twenty two year old who let you walk away and leave for Portland, and you weren’t the same player or person you’d been six years ago either. You were a powerhouse and a pain in the ass to play against, but Alexia loved it, and you, even if she kept quiet about her feelings. Waiting for you to arrive in Barcelona for next season instead… for all she knew, you weren’t interested in her.

Oh, she had no idea.

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART TEN)

notes: all creds for the 4th photo go to @/sholden43 on twitter! also, i can’t remember who took the 7th photo, or even if it’s from the CBJ game but it was in my camera roll amongst the pics from that game so i’m just assuming it is. if it’s your photo or you know who took it, please let me know so i can give creds!

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y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 wassup?! welcome back to my postgame appreciation post! we’re switching things up and trying something a little bit different recently, we’re scrapping the full recaps and making some adjustments!

as usual, i’m so proud of my boys! they won tonight’s game against the Blue Jackets with a SEVEN goal lead! making the end score 8-1!

we had six different goal scorers tonight, and i’m so proud of all of them, but i’d like to focus on a few people in specific!

you’ll notice there are a couple pictures of my best friends thrown in there! best friend number 2 was the third star of the game after earning THREE assists tonight! i told him to do better, AND HE DID. so very proud of you maraschino cherry 🫶

best friend number 1 didn’t actually do anything, but look how pretty he looked :) he got some head pats for that!

the OG swiss, our captain, mr. “fucking pussy” himself, fought tonight! and i couldn’t be happier! he was repeatedly cross checked by billy sweezey (i am under his bed.) and nico had ENOUGH! i loved every second of that fight. and STILL we ended up with the power play 😈

and finally the first star of the game, the first star in my heart: JACK ROWDEN HUGHES! my pretty boy had TWO goals tonight AND TWO assists! he’s had the most amazing season and i couldn’t be more proud of him! can’t wait to get home ;)

tagged jackhughes, dawson1417, nicohischier and john.marino97

john.marino97 did you drink tonight? you actually said you’re proud of me!

y/ndevils00 i had approximately two (2) drinks tonight! i am ✨mostly✨ sober

john.marino97 mostly?

y/ndevils00 kinda. i am KINDA sober.

dawson1417 i love your head pats! thank you bff number 3!

y/ndevils00 i’m glad because they’re given with love!

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 DAWSON’S are given with love, mine usually seem pretty passive aggressive

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 shut it, wench

user09 i’m still wondering how long y/n and jack have been dating because we got a random hard launch but they live together and have a cat together

jackhughes thank you, my love! a bit cheesy but i’m thankful nonetheless!

y/ndevils00 was it the “first star in my heart”?

jackhughes it was the “first star in my heart”.

y/ndevils00 damn

nicohischier thank you? but was the third “nickname” really necessary?

y/ndevils00 extremely

nicohischier i think i have to disagree

y/ndevils00 good thing you don’t get paid for thinking 🥰

user27 was that… an innuendo at the end?

user35 you must be new here, yeah she’s done it before and i’m sure she’ll do it again

jesperbratt happy for all of them! 😁

y/ndevils00 i wanna protect you with my life

jesperbratt okay!

ryangraves27 do i get another feature next post?

y/ndevils00 we’ll see! 💵

ryangraves27 you wouldn’t REALLY make me pay

dawson1417 yes she would

jackhughes yes she would.

trevorzegras yes she would

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras you’ve never even been on a devils post, how would you know?

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 because i know YOU and i know you’re a witch and would definitely make people pay you.

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras you are the human equivalent of a rock in my shoe.

#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #john marino #dawson mercer #nico hischier #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

[icedmatchatae]

Glimpse of Us | KTH Chapter III: Blue

Pairing: Problematic Idol Taehyung x Grad Student Reader

Genre: Idol AU, Ex-Childhood Best Friends into—, Angst (Hello, welcome to my angst central), Fluff (mainly in the flashbacks), Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

Summary: BTS’s V has been living a lavished and successful lifestyle, but underneath all of that, Kim Taehyung is far from the perfect image the media and fans made him out to be. All he wants is to relive the feelings of happiness and purpose in his life, but how can he when he left behind those memories years ago? The same memories, he hopes to see a glimpse of.

Warning: Fighting, flashbacks (fluff, when they were little 🥹)

Word Count: 6.4k

Chapter III: Blue || Series Masterlist

Taehyung stared mundanely at the scribbled notepad laying on the desk of his studio. His gel-inked pen tapped rhythmically onto the surface as he licked his lips  Short phrases were written across the sheet, insignificant notes in the corners, like, groceries or calling someone, but most of the space was taken up by doodles he drew out of boredom. He didn’t get very far today, maybe a sentence or two, but he doubted it’ll make sense. He breathed out and lightly threw his pen on the table before leaning back into the chair. Coming here was a bad idea.

Taehyung crafted many songs within this very room, Scenery, Blue & Grey, Winter Bear, and other unreleased content. He remembered the motivation he once had, the passion inside, and now there was a lack of it.

It has been a while since he stepped into the studio. After the break, he didn’t go into the HYBE building in hopes it did something to ease himself. But after almost a month of being away, Taehyung felt isolated as he only stayed home and went to therapy. But when he didn’t have to go in, he didn’t want to be home, so he’d go out, and that was about it. He acted like a potato when in actuality, he was a multi-billion-won idol.

He assumed coming back to the studio would be a nice change, maybe even pull out a song or two for his solo album. Everyone in the group has been working diligently on their individual projects with Hoseok having his album coming out. The only person that wasn’t working was Taehyung.

At least he and his members had some kind of agreement that he should pause his professional life. But then, it slowly went into a rant from Namjoon and Seokjin about his well-being and he disassociated from the conversation.

He had a few events in his schedule, but that was about it. With the amount of free time the idol had, he didn’t know what to do.

Actually, that was a straight-up lie. He did know, but he didn’t know how to because it revolved around you. 

It has been a few days since he ran into you. If he was honest, when you said that, it fucking hurt, like hearing your voice—the voice that brought him solace—telling him to leave you alone, it brought stabs to his chest. You were so cold within that short exchange, it wasn’t how he remembered you.

But it was still you.

You were still his Blue.

“Blue!!” Taehyung shouted as he barged into your room without notice.

On the floor resting on your stomach, you were coloring in your coloring book with colored pencils. You dragged the tinted led within the lines and filled the blank spaces. You were too focused on your activity, unintentionally ignoring your best friend.

“Blue!” He called your endearing nickname as he laid his body on top of you, squishing you in the process.

“Oof, Hyungie!” You whined his nickname, trying to push him away and he was heavier than you.

“Notice me!” He giggled before rolling off of you before he positioned himself right next to you as you proceeded with your coloring. “Hey! Hey!!!”

You puffed, closing your book to turn to your friend. “Yes?”

“I have something for you!” He announced with a cheeky grin. You leaned your cheek into the palm of your hand, letting it carry some weight as you waited for him. He reached behind him and dug into his back pocket, then pulled out a smooth rock. “Tada!!”

You gasped, “Ooo, this is the prettiest one yet!” You opened your unoccupied palm out to him. He passed the stone and you examined the newest one in your collection. The size was small enough to hold between your minuscule thumbs and forefinger as the ivory-beige surface reflected from the sunlight spilling through your window. You followed the glimmer as it flashed on the cheeks of your best friend. 

You lowered your hand as you grinned happily, “I love it, Hyungie!” You threw yourself onto him to give your famous “blugs” as Taehyung loved to call them, also known as Blue hugs as they always made him happy or calmed him down.

He wrapped his arms around you as your cheeks touched with his, “You can add them to your collection.” You nodded as you got up from the floor to head into your closet where your collection box of various pebbles or rocks was stashed.

It wasn’t completely filled, maybe at most seven, as it only started a couple of months ago. You enjoyed it though and Taehyung knew you loved it so he too helped out with your hobby. Almost every single day, you begged him to find a rock for you.

You asked him before if he wanted to start a collection as well, but he said he didn’t need to since he was fine with the one he had. You were confused by what he said, but he clarified it by saying, “You’re the only rock I want.”

As you settled your newest one to the edition, you heard Taehyung speak, “Blue, do you wanna play with me and some kids at the playground?”

Your eyes widened at the suggestion. You weren’t that keen on leaving the house today. You’d rather stay home and color. Your neck extended back to him and you said, “Uhh, you can go without me.”

But your response only made your best friend pout, “But I love having you there, Blue.”

“W-will there be a lot of kids there?” You stammered, you fully turned your body to him and tilted your head.

“I’m not sure, but your grandma and my mom said yes!” He beamed a smile at you, only making you give in to him. You loved seeing him happy.

“Okay,” You nodded with a gentle smile back, but Taehyung somehow knew it was slightly discomforted. “You’ll play with me, right?”

Taehyung crawled towards you to put his hands on your shoulders. You stared at your large sparkling irises, waiting for him to speak. “I will always play with you, Blue. Just play a game or two with everyone.”

Your rosy cheeks protruded out, showing the authenticity of your smile. He loved that look on you. He squished your cheeks together and shook you a bit, causing you to whine at his playfulness.

“Don’t leave my side, okay?” You asked as reassurance.

“I’m never leaving your side, I swear.” He promised as he crossed his heart through his twisted fingers over his chest.

“Then let’s go!” You cheered before grabbing his hand to pull him up and run out of your house together.

Taehyung smiled softly at the memory. Rocks and playing at the park with other children seemed like strenuous tasks when you were younger. Looking back, he wished it was your only problem now.

You two trusted one another throughout your childhood, helping one another out. Whether it was helping to participate in socialization or homework, it was difficult but you eventually overcame it together. All without leaving each other behind.

It was always you two, Blue and Hyungie, a complete package to everyone’s eyes despite some of them begging to differ. They knew they couldn’t pull you both apart. It was merely impossible.

Funny how things changed. The broken promises, the hostility between each other—well, one-sided,—the impossible became possible.

He didn’t anticipate the meet because what were the odds? You weren’t one to move or go into the big city, because of how you were. You were so shy, quiet, and hesitant about a lot of things. But again, who knew? He hasn’t known what you’ve done through the years passed.

He knew what you had together was strained and it stung, but the moment he saw you, he knew. All the memories, all the years of friendship, all the promises were back, and most importantly, you were back.

He was determined to get you back into your lives. He’ll do what it takes.

-

“Why do you keep staring at the entrance?”

You averted your attention to your curious coworker. It was your night shift again, but today was slower than usual, especially for a Friday night. Maybe your usual customers were drunk elsewhere hitting on younger presenting women. Since it was too slow that no one was here, you had a break with Kenji as he slurped up noodles in front of you.

“I’m not? Just daydreaming.” You muttered, leaning your arms on the table. You eyed the tarp before you played with the straw of your drink.

“No, you’re waiting for someone to come,” Kenji smirked. “Specifically someone named V?”

“No,” You clipped as you rolled your eyes. “And why would someone have a single letter for a name? Fucking stupid.”

“You say no but I’ve been watching you do the same thing the past three days.”

“Are you spying on me, you creep?” You scoffed as you sipped your beverage.

“It’s an observation, especially when you’re working less than me. That’s not supposed to happen!” Kenji rambled his stressor onto you, but you remained unaffected. After gathering himself together, he cleared his throat. “Look, though you seem to act like you want nothing to do with him, you clearly want to see him again.”

“No, I don’t.” You replied shortly. “I-I’m just waiting for another customer to come in. It’s slow and I actually want to work unlike you.”

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes before going back to his food. You then heard the tarp open, ready to serve the customer. You stood up and looked in that direction, only to frown publicly.

The customer before you had the eyes you didn’t openly want to see but can spot kilometers away even with your poor vision. He dressed more casually, in a hoodie and loose pants with a mask covering his face. You noticed it was only him, no Seojoon or Wooshik which deflated you a bit. Wasn’t he famous and needed bodyguards everywhere he went? What was Taehyung doing here alone on a Friday night?

“Ken, can you serve them? I have dishes to do in the back.” You tried excusing yourself, feeling Taehyung’s eyes on you.

“No, since you’re so passionate about serving the customers.” He said tersely as he munched on his noodles.

You grimaced at your coworker before glaring at him. You grabbed a menu and nodded towards any seat for him. He smiled back with ease and you hated it. You watched as he took the corner seat in the front, facing the back.

You cautiously walked towards him and placed the menu in front of him. “Welcome, how may I help you?” You spoke monotonously.

“I’ll have water and coke for now,” He asked sweetly. The tone was poisonous to your dark aura towards him but did your best to not show it. You hummed boringly before turning away from him to get his drinks. You don’t see it, but his eyes never left yours and it can be felt.

As you walked to the back, you heard Kenji say, “Have fun with your boy toy.” He stage whispered. Without turning your head, you merely flipped him off before you grabbed some cups. You heard Kenji let out his annoying laughter.

You came back to Taehyung’s table with his order in your hands. You placed them down before pulling out your mini booklet to write the orders. “What would you like?”

“How are you?” Taehyung asked as he looked up at you. Your eyes pulled away from the blank pad to get a good look at the idol. His expression held genuine curiosity and wonder toward you.

You didn’t like the feeling he gave you, so your only way to refute was through passive-aggressive statements. “What would you like, sir?”

“___, that’s too formal. You can call me—”

“I don’t care, what would you like to order?” You were brusque, despite him being a customer. It couldn’t be helped. If ignoring him wasn’t working, maybe anger would.

Taehyung frowned and a slight nip to his chest at the way you spoke to him. You detected his hurt, but you say nothing and waited for him to order. Knowing he needed to do a bit more effort but had to do it carefully, he sighed and ordered like any regular customer. You did your typical report back as confirmation before ringing in his dishes.

While waiting for his meal and for you to come back, Taehyung spotted the messages on his phone. They were all coming from Clara which made him pull a face of discomfort. Didn’t she have something to do tonight? The majority of the messages asked where he was or if he’ll be home for dinner, the standard bug of annoyance within his daily life.

He quickly texted back saying no and that he was out with friends as an excuse. Maybe she’ll leave him alone after that.

It was only until Clara texted at a record speed saying that she told him to go have fun and how she loves him when he saw you coming back with one of his dishes. Though he read it, he didn’t text back and locked his phone before you were near his peripheral vision. He shined an exciting grin on your animosity as you settled the plate down. You muttered a quick “enjoy” and were about to turn away until he called for you.

Your eyes met his and waited for his request. “Come sit with me.”

“Can’t, I’m busy with work.” You answered swiftly, not wanting to be near him.

Taehyung scanned the empty restaurant and cocked an eyebrow. “There’s no one here.”

“And so? I have other things to do besides attend to customers.” You snapped back. You didn’t bother to even wait for his answer as you went back to the kitchen to retrieve his other food. You noticed Kenji moved leisure spots as he was now sitting on one of the kitchen surfaces. He too viewed your irritated demeanor, trying to grab all the dishes at once.

“You got him all to yourself, you know?” Kenji grinned as he grabbed a baby carrot on the side.

“Shut up, it wasn’t my choice anyway because of your lazy ass.” You retorted, collecting the plates to your tray.

“I can sense that he did something to already annoy you.” He continued to speak without your consent. “Well, I don’t think he even needs to t—”

“You either help me pass these to him or else I’ll rip your nuts off.” You threatened before you stared deadly at his frightened expression. He got off his butt and assisted you with the food. He followed behind you out of the kitchen with a filled tray.

While you and he silently placed the orders on the idol’s table, Taehyung couldn’t help but stare at you. He begged for your attention, but you weren’t having it. He was trying his best to approach you gently, but it almost seemed impossible with how you were towards him. The only thing that was helping him was the fact that you needed to serve him.

“Enjoy your meal!” Kenji bowed at the idol with a smile while you stood straight with crossed arms. 

Taehyung’s eyes flicked from you to Kenji, getting an idea out of nowhere. “W-would you both like to sit and eat with me? This is awfully a lot for one person?”

You rolled your eyes at what he was trying to do. “Well, that’s your fault. You ordered them so—”

“Anything for the customer!” Kenji exclaimed before grasping your arm and pulling you to sit down in front of Taehyung. Your coworker settled next to you and thanked Taehyung for the meal.

You turned towards Kenji and squinted, “You already ate and you do realize th—”

“I don’t care. Free food.” The younger man shrugged as he adjusted the chopsticks to his liking before digging into the food with no shame whatsoever. He shoved various vegetables and meats into his filled mouth without even chewing which disgusted you.

“___, aren’t you gonna eat?” Your eyes shifted to Taehyung who had yet to eat his food, tilting his head.

“I’m not hungry.” You said. It was a lie, but you refused to give him the satisfaction.

“Are you su—”

“She hasn’t eaten since breakfast.” Chunks of food flew out of Kenji’s mouth, making you both grimace at him.

But the very discovery of you not eating for hours had Taehyung concerned. The idol frowned in worry as he pushed the bowl of beef bone soup to you. “You need to eat more, it’s not healthy to skip meals.” He expressed before adding spicy sauce, garlic, and mints to the bowl. “I remembered this is your favorite and you loved putting these inside.” He recollected from memories with a proud smile.

You hated that your chest slightly tightened at how he remembered your favorite soup and toppings. It was something you were passionately particular with, especially with your soups since you loved the kick to it. “No, thanks. It’s not my favorite anymore.” You lied again as you leaned back into the chair. You refused to give him that pleasure.

“Oh.” Taehyung’s lips thinned into a line before looking down at the other plates.

Kenji raised an eyebrow at the encounter. He questioned how a world’s famous idol knew you and judging by appearance, tried to gain some sort of acceptance from you. He also wondered what happened between you two. But right now, you were making the atmosphere awkward, and wanted to enjoy his meal.

“Yah, just eat it! Don’t care if it isn’t your favorite.” Kenji muffled with food in his mouth. “Be grateful he’s feeding rats like us!”

Well, that did it because now you felt guilty about your childish behavior. Yes, it was irrational but to give to Taehyung, it wasn’t. He, unlike every human, didn’t deserve your kindness.

Still, knowing that Kenji would grow irritated at you for giving up a free meal, you let it go just this once. So you wordlessly picked up the spoon while dragging the bowl more to you. You scooped broth and sipped the warmth delicacy. Jesus, it hit the spot after starving for hours.

“Eat well, ___.” Taehyung desired for you with a gentle chuckle. The vibrations in his chest were evident, letting you remember the joy it rung in the past when he was with you. You eyed him out, consuming the meat the soup came with. You showed no effort to show your appreciation other than eating.

Though Taehyung got hurt by your overlook, he tried to feel better due to the fact you were still in front of him. He too began eating, but he attempted to start conversations with both of you. However, only Kenji was willing to yap his ass off, telling the idol his whole biography from start to finish.

Unluckily for an oblivious Kenji, Taehyung didn’t care as his gaze kept on your quiet state. You did not participate whatsoever and it showed as you made it blatantly obvious yet polite that you wanted to leave after finishing your meal within ten minutes.

Taehyung remembered how you would eat so fast especially when you’re hungry. Satisfaction ran across his body, staring at your familiar features. There were little things that he’d always remember about you, yet you remained stubborn in proclaiming you’ve changed.

“So how do you two know each other?” The question Kenji blurted out threw you both off. He went from talking about the time he stepped on a prickly coral in Busan to wanting to know the gossip between you too.

Taehyung blinked before furrowing his eyebrows, “Uhh, we are childhood best friends since we were five and six.” His tone was rather prideful for realizing how long he has known you.

“Were. We were childhood best friends.” You corrected as you sipped on some water.  “Not anymore.“

The idol felt disheartened. He assumed no one in your life knew who he was to you if Kenji had to ask. “You’re still my best friend.”

“Well, you’re not for me.” You immediately shut down, somewhat regretting the poison you’ve given.

Taehyung sighed and nodded, but it wasn’t for acceptance but for acknowledgment. “When my friends and I came here the other night, it was the first time I saw ___ in years so it’s nice to know a familiar unforgettable face like hers.”

“Oh, please.” You mumbled, scowling at his lying words which the idol caught.

“It’s true,” Taehyung murmured, yet his words were very much coherent to the workers. You thinned your lips, not buying into anything that came out of his mouth.

“Wow, so you knew V of BTS before he was even famous?” Kenji asked you in astonishment.

You couldn’t hide the fact when the allegations were clear on your face. Plus, putting effort into hiding you knew him required work that you didn’t want. “Yeah, I guess.” At least you acknowledged you knew him for Taehyung’s distraught sake. 

“Ooh, how exciting!” Kenji cheered. “Was ___ always this bitchy?”

“Kenji!” You scowled before slapping his shoulder. Your coworker winced in pain, complaining about what he did.

Chuckling at your interaction with Kenji, Taehyung huffed out, “___ is the sweetest, kindest person you’ll ever meet.”

“I beg to differ.” Kenji scowled at you as you stuck your tongue out. 

“I promise you she is.” The idol reassured, but you didn’t like how Taehyung was spreading things you didn’t want him to.

Your patience was running thin so you shouted, “You don’t know sh—”

“Oh my!” Another voice popped out of nowhere, grabbing the attention of the occupants from the table. It was your bosses. “Handsome boy! You’re back.”

“What are you talking about, Halmeoni? I’ve always been right here.” Kenji snorted with a boosting ego.

“You, hush up.” Harabeoji hissed at Kenji, causing him to pout.

Ignoring her grandson, she continued looking. “How are you, dear? Thank you for keeping them busy and with company.”

Taehyung shook his hand in disagreement, “Oh no, no need to thank me. I enjoyed my meal here the other day. I wanted to come again, and you have excellent servers.”

Though Kenji was pleased with the praise, you had revulsion written on your demeanor. You didn’t need his commentary or him.

“Halmeoni, this guy I told you about! He’s famous, he’s in BTS!” Kenji announced excitedly.

“Oh, you’re in BTS?!” The old lady’s jaw unlocked in shock. She scrutinized Taehyung’s face closer than normal before realizing it. “You are! You’re the handsome V! Oh my, V loves our food! Honey, V of BTS loves our meals!” She shouted out to her husband as she slapped his arm in excitement. Harabeoji also bounced in giddy at a celebrity in their restaurant.

Ugh, now the whole restaurant staff knew him and is going googoogaga at the idol.

“And ___ knew V from when they were younger.” Kenji didn’t need to add that in but he did anyways. You snapped your head back at your coworker and were about to protest but Halmeoni interjected.

“___, how come you never told us?” Your lady boss whined, almost as if she was scolding you. 

Again, you wanted to vocal yourself out but someone interrupted. “Halmeoni, we actually haven’t seen each other in years, so coming here the other night was the first in a while,” Taehyung explained politely.

Halmeoni laughed in delight as she clapped, “Must have been exciting to see him again, right ___?”

You refused to answer that specifically so you merely shrugged. “Would be nice, but he seems fine with all his nice famous friends.” You thought it was a good time to get up and bus the table, so you did and let them continue the conversation without you. Taehyung knew what you were doing, but wasn’t able to acknowledge it as your boss spoke again.

“It’s so exciting to meet a celebrity! You work so hard, son.” She praised the idol. Though she meant no harm and he didn’t take it with heart, he was a bit vexed. He was indeed an idol and all, but he hated being seen like this in public. 

“Halmeoni, if you do help me, please don’t tell anyone else about me.” Taehyung requested. “I like to be kept hidden in certain situations like this and please, just call me Taehyung.”

You eyed him out when he wasn’t looking. Maybe it was protocol for him since he was alone. At least he was polite enough to tell them because you could tell that him hearing “V” or “BTS” was bothersome.

“Got it, we’re sorry!” Harabeoji apologized on their behalf.

“No, no. It’s fine.” The idol chuckled forcibly to lighten the mood. “Just a special request. I’d love to come again if no one else disturbs me.”

They all nodded in agreement while you collected the empty plates. While doing so, Taehyung started helping you with it. You glared at him, touching your work. Feeling your anger, he said, “Don’t worry, it’s the least I can do for everything.”

“Sweet boy.” Your lady boss cooed at your helping hand.

“Great work, Hyung.” Kenji gave a thumbs up to the idol, feeling like it was only fair to call him that before the younger walked away from the scene. Taehyung didn’t seem to mind, but that’s only because he was too focused on you, wanting to be near you.

When everyone else left to go do whatever, you piled the dishes up and headed down to the kitchen. But not without Taehyung tailing you behind like a little duckling. You barely acknowledged him when you heard the swing door open twice, realizing he was following the entire time. You placed the dirty dishes into the sink for Kenji to do and Taehyung does the same.

You checked the time from the kitchen clock, discovering that it was closing time. So you brushed passed Taehyung to grab a rag and the mop and bucket to clean up for the day. As you wiped down the used table, you heard the bucket roll. You pivoted your head and saw Taehyung starting to mop for you.

Your right eye twitched at the sight before aggressively informing, “You know you can leave right?”

Taehyung’s eyes went from the floor to your blank expression. He gripped the handle, trying to ease himself from nervousness. You made him agitated with everything he has been doing. It was mainly the fact that he trusted your word when you were younger all the time and you meant well. He still does, but maybe your words were biased against his.

“Uhh, well…I haven’t paid for the meal yet.” He mentioned as he scratched the back of his neck.

You completely forgot about that, so it was on you. You hummed in response before dropping the rag to head down to the cashier behind the counter. Again, Taehyung came behind and waited in front of the countertop. You pounded the keys to his order before the receipt popped out. You ripped it off before putting it in the checkbook and sliding it to him.

After paying with ease, Taehyung then went back to his previous task—mopping. You grew puzzled as you caught up to him. Before he could even reach the mop, you rolled it away from him and hogged it. “I told you, you can leave.”

“Yeah, I can. But I don’t want to.” He countered. He reached out for the mop but you pulled back further. He sighed before he paced towards the rag you dropped on the table to continue to help clean up.

“No! Fucking leave!” You demanded, but he wasn’t listening as he went on wiping the tables. “Hey!”

“Just give up, ___!” Kenji called out from the kitchen, watching his entertainment come up. “We are short staff anyway!”

“What do you mean? For a small restaurant, we just need two! Even Halmeoni said she doesn’t want anymore because she couldn’t even pay no more than us!” You spat back, gaining another headache for the night.

“True, but leave it alone!” Your coworker defended. “Plus free labor!”

“I agree!” Halmeoni butted it, agreeing with her grandson.

You pouted furiously, knowing you were losing. Your temper was through the roof being in the presence of him. Though his face was contented and not in an arrogant way, you were irritated at his kindness.

Nevertheless, you went back to your duties as fast and efficiently as possible to shorten your time here. Taehyung was done way before you and even stacked the chairs on the table for you to mop through. You didn’t thank him but nodded in acknowledgment as he followed where you were mopping to put them up. You did complain that he went over the mopped areas to which he apologized but that was it.

You were finally done for the night, yet Taehyung was still here. You hung your apron on the rack as you bid your farewells to your bosses and Kenji. But when you tried doing so, everyone’s attention went towards the idol as they thanked him for his help and gave more sides and dishes to him as a gift.

you were being ignored, so you decided to leave. You were tired enough as is being awake since the early morning. It’s whatever. Clutching your bag, you sped out of the restaurant and breathed in the outside.

The air wasn’t as fresh but at least it wasn’t suffocating you like the inside. You had a minor migraine from this whole week and you mentally cried that you weren’t going to sleep right away. It was fine. The day was almost over and you could rest once get home.

“___!”

The day wasn’t over yet.

Not wanting to deal with him, you began walking your route to the bus stop. Unfortunately for you, the sounds of fast footsteps pitter-pattered behind. You tried to accelerate but due to his size and long legs, he was able to curve in front of you, halting your movement before you could even bump into him.

“___! Please let’s talk.”

“I’m going home.” You informed and you stepped to the side, but Taehyung seemed like a psychic when he knew which direction you were going. “Leav—”

“How are you, ___? It’s been a while.” Taehyung sincerely wondered as he looked down at you. You never realized how tall he has gotten, but that didn’t matter right now. 

You grind on your teeth with your lips trembling in rage. Was he seriously going to ask you that despite the very last time you genuinely talked to him? You were so frustrated that you asked, “Why are you even here? Aren’t you gonna get into trouble wandering around the streets alone without your army of bodyguards, Mr. Big Shot?”

You spoke so wicked, it was unlike the best friend he had. You were upset with him, yet he did no harm right now.

“We have a break from our group, so no, and I don’t have bodyguards all the time, I don’t wanna talk about that right now,” Taehyung responded carefully and soundly, in contrast to your wrath. “___, I wanted to see you again.”

You laughed incredulously with a touch of ache in your heart. You almost believed him, but then you reminded yourself. “For someone who told me otherwise, it seems a bit much, isn’t it?”

The idol gulped, feeling the guilt consuming him. “I—“

“Save it, Taehyung. We met coincidentally. I didn’t expect to see you anywhere near here but it happened. But we should leave it like that. Goodbye.” You nudged your shoulder through him as you passed by, but he clasped your arm in desperation. 

“B-Blue.”

Your pupils dilated at the sudden use of the childhood nickname he used to call you. The sound of the name coming out of his mouth used to be music to your ears. It brought up unwanted cherished memories that were now in vain. The nickname triggered you, and you fought back the tears that threatened to escape. “Do not fucking call me that!” You tugged back your arm once you finally met his devastated expression. “Leave it as is!”

“But…I don’t wanna leave it like this!” Taehyung raised his voice, attempting to emphasize his begging.

“Well, I want to! Now go to your many friends who are wayyyyy better.” You hurled back. “Go focus on your rich famous lifestyle with your fucking designer brands and leave me alone!”

“___, please don’t be like this.” The idol begged as he stretched out to hold your arm, but you stepped back, refusing to let him touch you.

“Why not?” You yelled. “It’s been almost ten years since you’ve last spoken to me. You don’t know what happened, what I went through, and who I am now. At that time, nothing between me and you. You have your members, fans, friends, family, and your dog.” You pattered as you listed things that he wasn’t expecting you to know, like his dog that he got way after you. Maybe you did know things, yet there were still things he knew nothing about you. “You don’t need me in it and I don’t need you either.”

You decided to end it from there, so you turned your heel and walked your path. When you were at a distance, you heard his gentle voice call out to you. “What if I need you now?” The slight crack in the sound grabbed your attention. You looked over your shoulder and peered at him, seeing tears were now falling down his face.

“What?” Your tone was more tender, as the way, he looked brought a betrayed concern in you, though you still held your angry face.

“I always needed you, but what if I really need you now?” He sniffled as he stepped hesitantly towards you. You weren’t moving away, so he assumed you let him come your way. He wiped the tears away with his hoodie sleeve. “I’m hurting, ___, a-and I don’t know how to deal with it. What if I need you now?”

You sighed, “Taehyung—“

“It’s Hyungie, remember? You’re the first and only one who called me that nickname.” He shook his head. He hated the distance you kept on, it didn't feel right. “Hyungie and Blue!” 

“No!” You protested, trying to stand your ground. “Just because you’re going through some shit now should not make me suffice you for what you did.” You controlled your shaking breath, forcing yourself not to cry in front of him, and it was probably one of the hardest things to do. “You never considered how hurt I was when I lost you in my life, and for good. I lost my best friend that day, the only one that I could truly be myself with, the one who got me out of my shell, the one who made me smile, the one I loved.” You spoke honestly and wholeheartedly while also keeping certain things out because you knew you’d break in front of him. It was for the best anyway. 

You explained further, getting most of your years of reflection out. “It was hard, starting all over. Trusting people is harder to get and receive, but it got better over time.” You semi-lied. You had friends here and there, but never consistent. You never had someone else like Taehyung. As much as it pained you to say, there was none like the friendship and love he had for you. “I was able to move on from all of that, and so can you.” You told him while you watched more tears streak down his reddened cheeks. “The person you need isn’t me now, so if you’re trying to find her, I can’t help you.”

He exhaled, trying his best not to cry so much in front of you. But his emotions got the better of him. “I admit I was an asshole for hurting you and I’ve always regretted it. But when I say I need you now, I want a friendship with you again. Past you, current you, future you, I don’t care! I want to make up for all that we’ve missed!”

“No.” You answered.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“That’s not a good reason.”

“Why do I need a good reason?” You scoffed, refusing to be swayed. “What happened in the past…”

“I know you don’t like our previous friendship, but why not like one with me now?” He suggested, but you still weren’t moved. Your demeanor remained hard and impenetrable.

“Taehyung, I wanted a friendship with you—I loved our friendship, but you blew it!” You complained as you pinched the bridge of your nose. He wasn’t getting you whatsoever. Was this really someone who you deemed as important in your life? Okay, that was a bit harsh. You didn’t like that. “What makes you think I want one now, knowing what happened before?”

“Like what you said, you’re different and I’m also different too! Please give me a chance.” He reasoned with a plea. He grabbed your shoulders and somehow you let him as your piercing gaze met his glassy eyes. “Please. You can’t punish me for what I did years back. I was stupid and childish!”

“You still are,” You whispered. “And you can’t tell me what to do, so I can. I will punish you for the shit you’ve done to me!”

“Jesus fuck, I forgot how stubborn you are.” He groaned, jaw clenching in irateness. But refused to let it get to him. 

You unexpectedly grabbed his forearms in a gentle matter, surprising him with how you were being. But he thought about it too soon when you hauled his hands away for you even pinching it. He winced in pain, rubbing the sore areas when you spat out. “I’m never giving you a chance.”

He shook his head in denial. “Blue—“

“I will not change my mind. I hate you! Go fuck yourself, Kim Taehyung.” You barked as you felt your cheeks heating up in fury. “Have a nice life.”

With that, you finally left him be. You refused to give in. You didn’t spare a glance back no matter how many times he called you and your nickname. It hurt, but it had to be done. You knew he sobbed as you walked away. But little did he know, on the bus ride home, you too wept your heart out, seeing how broken you both were.

A/N: I understand how stubborn oc is but there’s always a reason. There’s still more to the plot that have yet to be released 🫡 Please let me know any feedback. Your comments are greatly appreciated <3

Tagged: @manuosorioh @kaal-ee

#taehyung x reader #taehyung fic #taehyung fanfiction #kim taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #kim taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #bts x reader #matcha masterlist

[kurolini909]

About me!

This might be sudden, but I'm working on a Master Post and thought to include this section. ^^

Who am I?

Hello everyone, I'm Kurolini909! An artist, character creator, aspiring designer, writer and storytelling enthusiast!

Nickname/URL;

My current URL (Kurolini909) is an extension of my former one (Kuro909), which was based on a cat character from an anime I enjoyed when younger!

I decided to extend it so that it would be a bit less generic. The current one plays a little with the letters and sound of my actual name which I will not be revealing. The numeral does not have any particular meaning.

Former Online Presence;

I was originally better known as an Undertale content creator, though I'm attempting to deviate from that now. I still love the game and fandom, but I want to explore different medias and also develop a bit on original projects and pieces!

Undertale was the very first major fandom I actually joined - I had experience with the Warrior Cats fandom before that, but not in regards to actually producing content - back when I was a pre-teen. I immediately fell into the shipchildren, shipping and Alternate Universes corner of the community, and assumed that was just what you were supposed to do over there.

I sorta had no idea what I was doing with fandoms back then, so... Yeah. I recognize that this foundation ended up making a huge part of my online presence and there's not much point not acknowledging it whatever I'm into nowadays.

I created a few ship children, but no longer feel attracted by that niche in fandoms and am more inclined to make OCs within the universe unrelated at all to actual characters, or just Original Characters altogether. It is unlikely I'll create anything similar again. I very much love the personas I came up with and developed in that time though, and they might be repurposed into their own separate things at some point.

Additionally, the people I met through creating these characters and participating in that part of the fandom are all lovely and incredibly talented. I made a ton of remarkable friends I don't think I would have interacted with otherwise, so I'm quite fond of that period!

My Current Content;

Currently, I find that I'm happier not restraining myself to one specific content type anymore. I will post whatever I'm in the mood for, which I'm hoping will bring a lot more variety into the blog.

I'm prone to hyperfixations, and the likeability is that my content will come in waves of whatever media I'm inclined to at a time. I do not, however, make any commitments to stay posting that in the long term. As I said, my content will vary according to my current interest.

Interests;

When I enter a fandom, I rarely actually leave it.

I think everything I ever liked just sort of goes dormant for a while to give way to newer interests until nostalgia peeks my attention back to it, so I thought it was worth mentioning some of the media I enjoyed consuming and creating content for, and still do from time to time!

Transformers (several continuities, mostly Prime and MTMTE), Avatar: The Last Airbender, Pokémon, The Dragon Prince, Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss, Good Omens, Warrior Cats, Books (generalized), The Owl House, Five Nights At Freddy's, Hollow Knight, Animes and cartoons (generalized).

I believe that's it!

I'll be making a couple more text posts like this one to add to that Master Post I was talking about, but for this one, thanks for sticking around! ^^

#kurolini909 #text post #about me #for my masterpost

[visualtaehyun]

15 people, 15 questions

I am clearly behind because by now I've been tagged by @rocketturtle4 @airenyah and @zimmbzon to do this - thanks y'all ✨

1) Are you named after anyone?

I am! Bella is my actual nickname but it's just the second half of a longer name. The first half I share with both a maternal and a paternal great-grandmother.

2) When was the last time you cried?

I'm an easy crier when it comes to media so my kneejerk reaction was to assume that was the last time. But, while I was at my sister's over the last few days, we went to wish our mom Merry Christmas at her grave, just the two of us. 🌻

3) Do you have kids?

Nope.

4) What sports do you play/have you played?

I'm anything but athletic dhshdjhs I played basketball for like 2 years as a kid but apart from that uhhhh I enjoy? taking a walk?? on occasion???

5) Do you use sarcasm?

I do partake, yes.

6) What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hm, their height maybe? That's just the way it is as a smol™.

7) What's your eye color?

I've got a case of those big brown eyes like a baby cow.

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Why not both? I love scary movies, as long as they don't veer into gore. And I enjoy ambiguous or open endings but happy ones are my favorite. I do like a tragedy though, provided I am prepared for it!

9) Any talents?

I guess I'm good at keeping cool when others are stressing aka I have the Mom Friend override even though I'm anxious by nature myself. Other than that, I've been told I'm a thoughtful gift giver.

10) Where were you born?

Yermahnee 🇩🇪

11) What are your hobbies?

Currently, it's really only learning Thai and consuming Thai media, both of which go hand in hand for me. But I also play D&D, like to draw (mostly fueled by playing D&D lol), read novels, play games (though mostly to spend time with friends these days, be it videogames, tabletop games, escape rooms), and I love cooking!

12) Do you have any pets?

My apartment's kinda too small to keep a pet so- no.

13) How tall are you?

1,58m which ought to be about 5'2" - I'm pretty sure I've been this height since I was like 10 which means I last felt like a tol™ in elementary school lmao

14) What was your favorite subject in school?

English! Languages have always come naturally to me but English has become second nature - which is why teen-me thought she should totally just go study English at university and see where it takes her. Four years later, I was finally ready to admit I hated academia, dropped out of uni without a degree to the dismay of my parents, and did a 180 by doing an apprenticeship as a baker. :D

15) What is your dream job?

I'm pretty happy with where I work now because I finally have colleagues I like and I love the work I do. So I don't think I have a dream job but who knows what the future holds.

I'm sure most people have played already but I'm gonna tag some followers for a change! It's still wild to me that anyone would actively click follow for my rambles about Thai and Thai media but I'm glad that my nerdy niche is interesting to y'all 🙏

Tagging @nemesis-21 @nongnaopat @becomingabeing @whomanist @silvercrystal1 @purlpeiris @thestarscanalwayslookatus @mygwenchan @fruityheffalump @non-binarypal7 @queersouthasian @panncakes @blneobin @infinitelyprecious @theflagscene - no pressure and you're ofc free to ignore this :D

#tag game #bella and the blorbos #i kinda forgot today is friday so i gotta go watch last twilight now!!

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

A Tennessee Republican’s verified Instagram account repeatedly commented on racy photos posted by a young gay musician.

Over several months, Lt. Gov. Randy McNally – who has supported several anti-LGBTQ+ bills – posted heart and flame emojis as well as compliments in the comments of the 20-year-old man’s very revealing photos. The young man, who identifies himself on Instagram as Franklyn, routinely posts photos of himself in little more than underwear.

“Finn, you can turn a rainy day into rainbows and sunshine!” McNally’s account commented on an image of Franklyn’s backside in January, apparently using a nickname.

TN Holler reports that an anonymous Twitter user alerted the site to the comments. Franklyn, who grew up in Knoxville, TN, told the site that he and McNally have been friends on Facebook for years, and from there McNally found his Instagram account. He says the Lt. Governor has also messaged him directly on social media, though they have never met in person.

“My body is art, I like to use it the way god intended,” Franklyn said of his photos.

“I just thought he was older and out of touch. I’ve always taken it as a compliment,” he said of McNally’s comments. “I don’t dislike him or think he’s a bad person, he’s one of the only people who has consistently uplifted me and made me feel good.”

“I’m not a stranger to compliments, so I don’t really read into them because I just think that’s wrong to assume somebody’s hitting on you just because they’re nice to you,” Franklyn told ABC affiliate WKRN. “He did not say he wanted to date me or have sex or anything like that.”

WKRN also reports that McNally’s account “liked” a photo of a transgender woman.

McNally’s office has not denied that he liked and commented on any of the photos.

“Trying to imply something sinister or inappropriate about a great-grandfather’s use of social media says more about the mind of the left-wing operative making the implications than it does about Randy McNally,” they said in a statement.

“As anyone in Tennessee politics knows, Lt. Governor McNally is a prolific social media commenter. He takes great pains to view every post he can and frequently posts encouraging things to many of his followers. Does he always use the proper emoji at the proper time. Maybe not. But he enjoys interacting with constituents and Tennesseans of all religions, backgrounds and orientations on social media. He has no intention of stopping.”

Under the leadership of Gov. Bill Lee (R), Tennessee recently passed legislation intended to ban drag performances in public spaces and to ban gender-affirming healthcare for transgender youth. Numerous other anti-LGBTQ+ bills are currently moving through the state legislature.

Lee himself has been criticized recently for his support of the anti-drag law after a photo from his 1977 high school yearbook surfaced appearing to show the Governor in drag.

When asked about McNally’s support for Tennessee’s anti-LGBGQ+ laws, Franklyn told WKRN, “I just hope that he knows I love him and LGBTQ+ loves him and would love him even more if he would open his heart and treat everyone else the way he wants to be treated because the way I want to be treated is to be accepted and be able to be myself and not be taken to police.”

#us politics #news #memes #republicans #conservatives #gop #gop platform #gop policy #republican hypocrisy #republican homophobia #2023 #Tennessee #Randy McNally #drag bans #drag queens #transphobia #homophobia #Instagram #TN Holler #wkrn #gov. bill lee #drag performance bans

[thelargefrye]

[ . . . ] IXLUVS FANDOM BREAKDOWN

EXILE HER would announce her fandom name on JULY 1, 2018 just SIXTEEN days after her debut. named IXLUVS, the soloist explained that it’s a play on word for “I LOVE” which combines I + EXILE + LOVE all together.

NICKNAMES : ixluvies, you little fuckers, luvs, my demonic fairies

LIGHTSTICK : X-LIGHT

IXLUVS SELCA DAY : the 16th of every month

IXLUVS EMOJI : 🧚‍♀️

OO. FAN DEMOGRAPHICS

AGE RANGE : ixluvs demographic is wide for its age range. ranging from teens to people in their early-60s. the wide age range comes from the fact that you try a new concept with each comeback, which also sometimes involves a new sound. many fans in their twenties enjoy the more darker and dance centered tracks while older and younger fans enjoy your more light hearted and even retro-inspired tracks.

GENDER : compared to the age demographic, ixluvs are made up of a majority of females and people who identify as nonbinary or genderqueer. you have struggled with having male fans since debut as most of your aesthetics have been geared more towards females rather than males. it’s also been revealed that most of your fans are apart of the LGBTQ+ community.

REGIONS : you are most popular in east asia, north america, oceania, and europe. your largest fanbases are found in korea, america, japan, ireland, italy, australia, and new zealand.

OTHER FANDOMS THEY ARE CLOSE TO : atiny ( ateez ) midzy ( itzy ) revluvs ( red velvet ) orbits ( loona ) ujung ( wjsn ) stays ( stray kids ) moa ( txt ) insomnia ( dreamcatcher )

OO. FAN REPUTATION

ANTISOCIAL : many ixluvs have revealed themselves to be quite antisocial which mimics you and your homebody behaviors. while they are friendly and close with other fandoms, it is mostly because of said other fandom.

CLIQUE : probably one of the few bad traits. ixluvs have been known to stick together especially on social media platforms. only multis are often seen interacting with other fandoms especially on twitter.

NONCOMPETITIVE : to the older ixluvs the numbers have never been a thing. there are a few newer fans who are obsessed with streaming and voting, but most fans have learned that winning isn’t that big of thing and that you just want to make music and have a good time with them, performing.

HUMOROUS : netizens labeled them as one of the funniest fandoms due to how often they are making memes out of you. they are also well-known to use spongebob memes to represent you, much to your fake annoyance. if you see a spongebob meme floating around on kpop twitter, please go ahead and assume it’s an ixluv clowning you.

OO. FAN FAVORITES

ANTHEMS : forgive me, mmmh, obsession, mago, mama

FAVORITE ALBUMS : temptation: roots, connections: paradox, planet eater

FAVORITE ERAS : twit, psycho, mago, mmmh

FAVORITE TITLE TRACKS : gashina, twit, forgive me, psycho, black swan, mmmh

FAVORITE B SIDES : obsession, anywhere but home, naughty

FAVORITE COVERS : bang bang ( big bang ) so hot ( wonder girls ) bohemian rhapsody ( queen ) gentleman ( psy ) fire ‘ spring day ‘ blood sweat and tears ( bts ) bubble pop ( hyuna ) abracadabra ( brown eyed girls )

OO. FAN TRIVIA

ixluvs have a strong relationship with ateez’s fandom, atiny.

ixluvs don’t tend to get into very many guess however one notable fued was when they got into several arguments with dive in the past. 

their nickname “you little fuckers” came about when you were on a live and a sasaeng kept calling you to which you said “yah, you little fuckers, stop calling me i’m trying to talk.”

there’s a subculture of ixluvs that involves stay-at-moms who are die hard fans. the moms have a very parental love towards you and few you as their own daughter. they have been dubbed as “IXMOMS” by other fans. ixmoms are often seen with bringing their own children to fansigns and concerts.

ixluvs are most well-known to be very respectful towards you and your privacy minus a few bad eggs here and there. netizens also labeled them as the fandom that is the most open as seen when your relationship with yeosang was revealed.

#exile her. #ateez x reader #ateez blurbs #ateez imagines #poly ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #poly ateez #ateez ninth member #ateez addition #ateez added member #idol!reader #idol au #polyteez.