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cosmicflw3rr · 11 days

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I NEED A FIC WHERE READER GETS HURT DURING RHEAS MATCH AT RINGSIDE AND DOM GETS ALL PROTECTIVE AND STUFF

care for me.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: getting injured was the worst thing that could’ve possibly happened to you at this stage in your career. dealing with the injury alone was impossible, you needed to let someone care for you. he was that someone.

A/N: this oness longgg😭😭 I got carried away guys I’m sorry😔 and I also kinda don’t like this but yea, I changed it a bit so I’m sorry if it’s not what you were looking for😔😔.

you were about to preform your finisher, a corkscrew senton from off the top rope. you had practiced it countless times and knew that you could pull it off, but it was still nerve-wracking every time. as you looked around at the crowd, the cheers and chants grew louder and more intense, urging you on. you could feel their energy coursing through you, giving you the strength and courage to take the leap.

as asuka rose to her feet, so did you. spotting a gap, you launched into a flip. but as you were about to collide with asuka, she sidestepped. you feet hit the ground with a jolt, a sharp cry escaping you as pain spiked through your right leg.

you crumpled to the floor, gripping your leg tightly, tears streaming down from the intense pain. the referee rushed over, bombarding you with a flurry of questions.

"are you okay?" overwhelmed, you could only respond with your actions, nodding before your voice could catch up. "can you continue the match?" once more, you managed to nod in, despite knowing you should've told him to end the match and acknowledged the pain, you stayed silent.

the referee stepped away, and asuka approached you, yanking you up by your hair hair before shoving you down. you winced, your hand instinctively reaching for your leg. she then snatched your leg away from you and delivered a kick that had you crying in pain.

she kicked your leg again, before locking it into a single leg boston crab. the pain was unbearable, and you found yourself tapping out frantically, your screams echoing in the air.

tears streamed down your face as you pleaded for her to stop. the referee quickly intervened, in an attempt to get her to cease the hold.

"get her off! get her off!" you pleaded with the referee, screaming for him to help you. finally, he managed to separate her from you, but the damage had already been done.

as asuka dancing around to her music, you gripped your hurt leg, tears streaming down. the ref assisted you to sit up, bombarding you with questions that your mind just couldn’t comprehend.

overwhelmed by the pain in your leg, the cheers, and the barrage of questions from the referees, “I can’t move it!” you cried out in frustration, “I can’t move it!!”

"listen," the ref urged, your sobs hushing as you looked at him. "we gotta take you to the medics."

"get dominik, please," you pleaded, your tears subsiding as you covered your face.

"I understand, but we need to get you medical attention first." the referee said, then another ref arrived, both assisting you to your feet.

they supported you out of the ring and onto the floor, your right leg lifted to avoid touching the ground. the audience applauded as you slowly but surely headed backstage.

when you guys reached the medical, the carefully set on the exam table, a wince escaping you as you shifted for comfort. “someone please get dom.” you told them as more tears escaped your eyes.

———

dom was backstage, eyes glued to your match. you were putting up a good fight. he watched as you climbed the ropes, hitting your chest, before doing the shoulder shimmy with your tongue out, paying homage to the late great eddie guerrero.

a soft chuckle escaped him, totally amused. he watched you launch off the ropes, fully expecting to land the move and put asuka away.

as soon as he saw her dodge and your legs buckle beneath you, crashing to the mat, he sensed something was wrong.

he straightened up, hand going to cover his mouth, worry washing over him as the cameras zoomed in on you, clutching your leg.

the camera caught the tears that were streaming down your face while the ref bombarded you with questions. dom glanced at damian beside him, both of them etched with worry.

turning back to the match, dom’s heart was racing.

dom saw the agony in your expression, but you gave a nod, and the ref backed off – he knew you were stubborn and were gonna be set on finishing the match. "what are you doing, amor," he muttered under his breath, cracking his knuckles nervously.

he felt totally powerless watching the attack . asuka approached, yanked you by the hair, and slammed you down.

watching her go after your injured leg, dom felt the anger boiling up inside. she was being ruthless on purpose.

he knew the industry – it's all about the win at the end of the day. but there's also an unspoken rule about keeping it safe enough so no one gets seriously hurt in the ring.

dom’s face twisted in a wince as he saw her strike your leg once more, locking in a single leg boston crab. your cries of pain pierced the air while you tapped out desperately.

the bell rung signaling the match's end, but asuka wouldn't release you. dom could hear your pleas on the TV, begging her to stop. his anger surged as the ref had to pry asuka away from you.

she showed no concern, just preoccupied with her win. dom watched, tense, as the refs swarmed to your side.

“what the fuck was that?" he muttered, taking a deep breath to mask his anger.

damian gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, "go check on her, I'll fill in the others." with a nod, dominkk acknowledged as damian left.

he glanced at the screen, shutting his eyes briefly at the sound of your distress. risinv swiftly, he left the screen behind, urgency driving him as he hurried to find you.

———

In the medical room, joseph, the medic was trying to talk to you, "we need to start checking out your leg to see what's wrong."

you shook your head, tears streaming down. "no, I'm waiting for dominik."

"but—“

"where the hell is he?" you snapped, the words coming out sharper than intended, pain and frustration getting the better of you.

"where is she—?" he stopped mid-sentence as he spotted you and stepped inside. "what happened? are you alright?" dom asked, just having come into the room. he moved closer, gently cradling your face and planting a kiss on your forehead.

feeling his presence, you eased up. "finally."

even with the comfort of his presence, you couldn't help but start to fall apart. he wrapped you up carefully in a soft hug, mindful not to cause you any more pain.

tears streamed down as you clung to him. "It's fucking hurts, dom. It hurts really bad," you wept, squeezing your eyes shut, the agony in your leg overwhelming.

his expression shifted to deep worry at your sobs. gently, he eased back, cradling your face in his hands, coaxing you to meet his gaze. "hey, look at me, please, look at me."

opening your eyes, you met his gaze, a frown etched on your face from the pain. you wished you could just vanish into thin air. your crying softened as you looked at him.

tears welled up again, the timing couldn't be worse—you were at the height of your career, and an injury was the last thing you needed. you attempted to steady yourself, but the mix of pain and stress was starting to wear on you.

he was worried for you, and felt how broken you felt. he felt powerless and wanted to do more to ease your pain. he spoke reassuringly, “you’re going to make it through this, just hold on. I'm right here with you, and everything's going to be alright." you nodded, brushing away your tears.

yet, new tears found their way down your cheeks.

joseph spoke up, addressing dom, "she refused any examination until you got here." Instead of scolding you, dom simply took your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

you squeezed back, feeling utterly shattered inside—this injury was a nightmare come to life.

with that, joseph set to work, conducting the necessary tests on your leg. it wasn’t long before he returned with the results. you glanced up at him, your eyes pleading for him to tell you good news, as anxiety knotted your insides.

he gave you a sympathetic look, bracing to deliver the difficult truth. "I'll be honest with you, y/n. and there’s just no easy way to put this, but It's a torn ACL and meniscus."

you bit your lip, holding back the tears. the room was silent until he spoke again. "you probably know a bit about this injury," you nodded. he took a seat on the bed across from you.

"given the severity of your injury, it won't heal by itself. surgery is necessary. It's less common to have a meniscus tear alongside an ACL tear."

"post-surgery, you'll need plenty of rest. then we'll have you gradually start rehab to build strength and mobility in your leg."

you held onto dom’s hand tightly. "how long am I gonna be out?" you murmured.

"you might be out for 6-9 months, maybe a year in the worst-case scenario. It all hinges on how well rehab goes and your recovery process. we've got to be thorough to ensure your leg is back to its best."

a feeling of disappointment hit you. "a year?" you said softly, barely above a whisper.

"It's not a guarantee you’ll be out that long," he reassured, and you nodded faintly. "but we have to be realistic—it's a pretty long recovery," he continued.

you nodded again, masking your emotions. "I'm going to review the other tests we did on your leg. I'll talk to your doctors and we can go over your next steps when I return," joseph said, then left, leaving you and dom in a quiet bubble. the two of you just sat there, enveloped in the stillness.

dom could tell you were reeling from the news, respecting your space and thoughts. he quietly held your hand, providing a comfort while you processed everything.

he couldn't do much, but his support was clear. he believed in you, confident that you'd get through this.

meeting your gaze, dom spoke up his voice steady. "you’ve been through a lot, y/n/n, and you have always made it through. this is just another hurdle. you’ll get past this one too. everything’s going to be okay."

at his reassuring words, the dam burst, and tears cascaded down your cheeks, your hand muffling the sobs.

dom wrapped you in another tight embrace, tenderly wiping your tears and cradling you as you wept. he stroked your back, trying to ease your pain with his comforting touch.

"shhhhh baby, it's gonna be okay. you're gonna be okay." dom whispered, his voice soothing.

"It's just... this has been my dream since I was a kid," you managed to say between shaky breaths, struggling to steady your voice. "I’m at this huge part of my career, a part where-" your words were swallowed by sobs.

your tears began to subside, replaced by soft sniffles. "I'm at this point in my career, where I’m the top—" you paused as tears continued to fall, and you let out a sigh, gazing upwards. "I'm at the top, everything's going great, and now I have this injury and-."

"hey," dom interjected gently, halting your rush of words. he wasn't trying to downplay your feelings, but he wanted to make sure you understood this wasn't the end. his hands cradled your face, guiding your gaze to meet his with kindness.

“I know, I know. but this isn't the end. the last thing I want is for you to believe that all your hard work and dedication is going to waste." you sighed looking up, you knew he was right. but it just felt so hard to come to term with it at this moment.

———

a few weeks later

resting in the hospital bed with nurses bustling around, prepping for surgery, you glanced at dominik, a wave of nerves hitting you. yet you felt a little more secure knowing you had the best surgeons on your service.

dominik leaned in close, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, whispering just for you, "you'll be okay. they'll take care of you, mi vida."

his gentle voice enveloped you in a blanket of security. "I know, I'm just a bit nervous," you replied with a faint smile.

he kept his hold on your hand, his thumb gently caressing the back of it. "you shouldn't be," he murmured, "there’s no reason to be nervous, I’m gonna be right here until you get out and your parents are on the way, everything will be okay."

the nurses signaled it was time for surgery, he stepped back, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead, leaving you with the lingering sense of his comforting warmth.

"I'll be right here," he whispered, giving your hand another squeeze, "te amo."

"I love you too," you responded, feeling his kiss on your forehead followed by a tender kiss on your lips. the nurses began to wheel you away to the operating room, where the stark brightness of the hospital lights was the last thing you saw.

———

your eyes gradually open, the glaring lights making you squint. glancing around, you spot dominik beside you, his thumb soothingly stroking your hand.

gazing at your leg, you notice the brace snugly fitted and bandages beneath it. the beep of monitors fills the air, and a chill from the hospital room wraps around you.

"hey," dominik's voice is a gentle whisper, "how are you feeling?" his hand gives yours a reassuring squeeze. "don't worry, mi vida, everything went well."

"hey," your voice comes out a bit rough, but you manage a soft smile in response.

"are you okay?" he murmurs, concern flickering across his face as he hears the rasp in your voice. he glances at the monitors, checking they're all reading normal, then turns back to you. "are you thirsty?" he asks gently, his eyes filled with care.

you nodded, he grabbed a big jug of water from your bedside table. he grabs the straw, holding it up to your mouth and helping you take a sip of water. you realize how thirsty you were, you drank quickly taking a few sips to quench your thirst.

“better?” he asked, putting the jug down you were done drinking water, you nodded.

suddenly, your gaze moves to the chairs in the room, you see your parents you smile. "mom, dad," you greet them with a gentle yet happy tone. they approach, your dad planting a soft kiss on your forehead while your mom takes your hand in hers.

dominik watches closely as you interact with your parents, he watches them both interact with you with such affection, he can see your face light up when you see them.

he observes the tender scene for a moment, then turns to you with a small, smile. "how are you feeling honey?" your mom asked.

catching her question, you respond, "I'm okay, just a bit sore," your voice scratchy from not talking.

"I’m going to go tell the doctors you woke up." dominik announces before he leans in, whispering, "back in a sec," and plants a gentle kiss on your cheek before exiting the room.

a smile lingers on your face as you turn to your parents. noticing their exchange of smiles, you ask, "what?" with a hint of curiosity.

your mom gently sweeps your hair aside. "he hasn't left your side since you got back from surgery," she shares.

"how long was I asleep?" you asked curiously.

after a brief pause, she calculates, "the surgery took roughly 2 and a half hours, and you've been resting for about three hours since. so, around five hours, more or less."

Surprised, you say, "he didn't get up once? not even for food or like to use the bathroom?"

with an amused look, your mom replies, "nope, he refused to leave your side, I tried to tell him to go take a break but he wouldn't leave. he insisted on staying."

as you reflect on it, butterflies flutter in your stomach. It's reassuring to know he stayed by your side, just as he promised.

you briefly close your eyes, "you tired?" she asked, you nod, allowing your parents to have their own conversation, a mix of worry and relief for your well-being.

a few minutes pass, before the door swings open, and dominik enters to the room. you stir awake at the sound of the door opening and closing.

he greets you with a warm smile, gently caressing your hand and planting sweet kisses on your forehead.

you smile back, and right on cue, dr. smith enters the room. your parents step aside, allowing the doctor to check the monitor next to you, ensuring that everything is running smoothly and your vitals are stable.

dominik stepped back to give the doctors space to examine you.

after the doctor finished up examining you, the looked at you, "your surgery was successful, and we've reconstructed your ACL and meniscus." you glance at your leg propped up on a hospital pillow and nod. "we’ll keep you here for a night or two to monitor your healing progress before deciding on the next steps."

"okay," you said a polite smile on your face as the doctor excused himself and left the room.

your parents embraced you warmly, your dad planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, before they headed out to the cafeteria. you mom told dom to call them if there was any problem or if you needed them.

dominik watches your family leave the room, leaving it completely quiet and still inside, he turns to you, “you alright, amor?” he whispers.

your eyelids were heavy as you murmured, "yeah, I'm good."

a gentle smile crossed dominik's face, noticing how tired you were. he tenderly swept a stray hair from your forehead. "want to get some more sleep?" he asked quietly.

with your eyes closed, you replied, "no, I just need to rest my eyes for a little while."

understanding, dom reached for his phone to update rhea and the rest of the judgment day, letting them know you were awake and all was well.

"rhea and everyone was pretty worried—" dom’s words trailed off as he glanced back to find you already dozing off, gentle snores escaping you.

he gave a tender smile and then did what he knew would be best for you right then. He took the blanket from the foot of your bed, draped it over you, and after positioning a chair near your bedside, he sat down to stay close.

———

as your blinked your eyes open, the room glowed with the soft light of early morning. near your bed, dominik was eating.

"good morning," you said, a sleepy smile on your face as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

dominik caught your voice, glancing your way, before flashing a smile. "morning, baby," he greeted, leaning in to plant a kiss on your forehead. the subtle, soothing scent of his cologne filled the air, calming you down.

"you grabbed some food?" you asked, your stomach rumbling a bit.

"no, rhea and damian dropped it off. they were going to stay till you woke up, but had to catch a flight to the next show," he explained, and you nodded, totally getting it. he motioned to his meal that looked like it came from the dunkin' donuts nearby. "they got something for you too," he said, sliding over with your food in hand.

"they also got your favorite coffee," he mentioned, pulling up a chair. “do you wanna eat now or later?”

"definitely now," you replied, your hunger making itself known loud and clear.

dominik gave a nod and set the food on the hospital bed tray before you. "everything feeling okay? any pain?" he asked gently, his eyes following you as you started to eat.

you shook your head, mouth full of food, swallowing it before you spoke, "just sore, so it's a bit uncomfortable."

he smiled, seeing how eagerly you were eating. "looks like you're enjoying breakfast.”

"mhmm, it's really good," you managed to say between bites.

"don’t worry when we get out of here, I’ll take you to get dunkin again." he chuckled, amused by your enthusiastic eating.

"please do," you agreed, slowing down a bit. you set the sandwich down, still chewing, as you looked at him.

"you’re the cutest when you eat, you know that?" he murmured with a soft smile, then took a bite of his own sandwich.

you gave a playful eye roll in response. "how's that even cute?" you chuckled, questioning the logic.

"I can't explain it," he chuckled, "you just remind me of a baby dinosaur." he laughed, taking a sip of his coffee.

you burst out laughing. he beams at you. "you don't think so?" he teased, and you just smiled, taking another bite.

you caught him looking your way again before he gently asked, "everything taste okay?"

"yeah, it's perfect, thanks.”

"good," he smiled, then took another bite of his food. “I can’t wait till we get you home,” he said, eyes flicking up to you as he continued eating.

you finished off your sandwich, murmuring, "me too." after wiping your hands, you reached out for his.

he set his sandwich aside and took your hand, fingers intertwining. the warmth from his hand infused into yours.

a small smile played on his lips as he looked at you, "thank you," you said to him.

he glanced at your interlocked hands, noting the size difference with a smile. "of course," he responded gently, appreciating the closeness.

he brought your hand up placing a gentle kiss on it, before giving it a reassuring squeeze, “no seriously, for everything.”

he was silent for a bit. "you don't need to thank me for being there and caring about you." his grip on your hand tightened gently. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

looking at you, his eyes brimmed with fondness. "te amo," he said gently, content to remain just like that for eternity.

"I love you too," you replied with a playful pause, "If you really love me, you'll let me have a sip of your coffee."

he chuckled quietly, "i guess." he said sarcastically after taking a quick sip, you hit his arm lightly as he lifted the cup to your lips for you to drink. It was pleasantly warm and delicious.

"thanks, babe."

with a grin, he replied, "anytime, amor,"

LIKED BY DOMINIK 35, RHEARIPLEY_WWE, ARCHEROFINFAMY, NIKKIGARCIA & 5 MILLION OTHERS

y/n: acl tear has got nothing on me.💪

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dominik_35: hurry back hermosa, shits not the same without you 🖤

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y/n: dw I’ll be back before you know it💗

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y/n: thank you damian💜

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jessamine-rose · 1 year

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I’m really interested on what was the process like of Capitano’s darling learning schneznayan?

I presume that in mondstadt they speak some form of Germanic language, and as someone who learnt Russian through English textbooks I really wonder what were the struggles like for Darling?

Was she already previously acquainted with the schneznayan script and language? Perhaps the power of the Fatui was strong enough for standard Schenznayan classes to be obligatory in various schools in Teyvat? Did she had some sort of private lessons once she arrived in Schneznaya?

I always found that speaking with native speakers, though nerve wracking, was always a more productive way of learning the underlying meanings of certain words that existed in Russian but that did not exist in any language that I knew, I wonder if Capitano would have used some sort of ‘speaking classes to better your schneznayan as a Harbinger wife’ just to get her to talk with him more in the first stages of the relationship?

I don’t know honestly, I just can’t stop thinking of Capitano delicately correcting Darling’s pronunciation by showing what muscles she must exert pressure on in order to create sounds that exits in Schneznayan but not in Mondstatian like damn, me next please😭

(This brain rot came from a dream in which Capitano’s darling met Teucer for some reason and the little guy was like « I’ll teach you cool schneznayan slang and you help me with my mondstatian homework » and I couldn’t stop thinking of it ever since I woke up ~-~)

- sorry for the long ass tell, but if it isn’t a bother can I go by stellar anon?

Read Herbarium and Fairytale here!!

Hiiiiiii Stellar Anon!! I love long asks so pls don’t apologize for sending this. It was such a treat to read (｡･ω･｡)

Damsel is self-taught. She learned how to read Snezhnayan with textbooks and children’s books in Mondstadt Library, but she’s only at beginner/ intermediate level. As for speech……

She can’t speak/ understand the oral language at all. So she has been mispronouncing the words in her head this whole time……Neither does she know the modern slang and figures of speech, so she can only communicate with Snezhnayans via pen and paper.

Capitano definitely helps her!! He will gently teach her the proper pronunciation and other basics. It means more conversations, quality time, and chances to hear his darling’s voice. Once or twice, he slips in a love declaration which Damsel has no way of translating <3

When Capitano is away on missions, Damsel turns to her new guard for private lessons All hail Sergeant Naiad the jack of all trades This is to limit her social interaction and give her another pastime while Capitano is away. She once welcomed him home with a soft, perfect “I missed you.”

That being said, Capitano is in no rush to improve his darling’s proficiency. After all, the language barrier is another source of isolation between Damsel and the Snezhnayan public. And at her current level, she’ll have to continue relying on Capitano to read her Snezhnayan books.

BONUS:: Childe is surprised by Damsel and Teucer’s interaction. So the Captain’s darling is nicer to children, though it’s more of tough love and mild tolerance. He will remem—oh sh*t Capitano is here!!

Aahhhh my writing manifested in Stellar Anon’s dreams!! So did you dream of yourself reading a fic or the scene playing like a movie?? Thank you for sharing this with me, sweetie (๑•ૅㅁ•๑)

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sunflower-lilac42 · 3 months

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❤️‍🩹 Angst but ends with comfort pleaseeee

from keep you safe prompts: No one is ever going to hurt you again, i promise you that on everything i believe in.

Jamie Drysdale pleaseee!!!! 🥺🥺

I cannot tell you how much I struggled to come up with an idea for this so everyone thank cam for helping me with this idea. i went from not knowing what to do for this to writing a whole ass fic, like I had to add the read more 😭

tw: abusive relationship (past), typos most likely

She hadn’t expected this. Guaranteed, she also didn’t expect to be driving to see her boyfriend play in Philadelphia. Her and her friend had a long weekend and they decided to go on a little road trip to see him play.

Everything was normal when they got there. They were wearing their Flyers’ jerseys, they had great seats, they were pigging out on stadium food, it was perfect in their opinion. And then, he sat next to her, sending a smile her way.

The chances of this happening were very, very slim. They had to be in the same state, same city, same place, the same section, the same row, and the seats next to each other. How often did things like this happen? She thought she left him back in California, but he was a creepy dude, so for some reason, this happening didn’t surprise her in the slightest.

She turned to her right, asking her friend if they could switch seats, to which she agreed fairly quickly. When they both stood up the boy raised an eyebrow, sending chills down both of their spines, “Awe you don’t want to sit next to me baby?”

She held her friend’s hand tightly, nerves wracking through her body. What was supposed to be an enjoying night of celebrating and supporting her boyfriend, turned into a white knuckle two and a half hours of listening to him make comments about his and her relationships and comments about what they, he, used to do.

Jamie couldn’t focus all game, he had told y/n and her friend to tell him exactly where they were when they got there so he could point them out in the sea of orange and black. However, that was now something he wish he never did.

He could always tell when his girl was upset, there were many signs and he could go on and on about them for hours. It was like he had vision like an eagle when it came to her, no matter where they were, how far apart they we’re, he could read her facial expressions.

He had taken one glance at her during the national anthem and knew something was wrong. He could see the way she gripped onto her friend’s hand and the way she curled into herself the tiniest bit. He knew that there was something or someone there that made her uneasy.

The whole game he wasn’t able take his mind off of the way she looked in that moment. He would steal glances during time outs or even just sitting on the bench at her, hoping something in her facial expressions and body language would change, but it didn’t.

He knew about her past relationship with the guy but he never knew what he looked like or anything about him besides his name. She told him after they had been going out for a while, hoping she wouldn’t scare him off. He had been so supportive and understanding.

When the game was over, her and her friend practically ran down to the tunnel to wait for Jamie in hopes that he wouldn’t follow, but to her luck he did. He was confused but was completely unbothered by the fact that he was basically being led into the lions den.

She had only met the team once or twice, making her surprise visits to the stadium or when they were close enough to drive to see them play. She knew Cam from growing up with him, so they were basically brother and sister.

Her ex had been making his comments nonstop since he caught up with the two, leaning on the wall across the way from them. Her friend was standing in front of her, protecting her from being in the direct line of sight of the guy.

Cam and Jamie were laughing as they exited and made their way down the hallway, stopping when he saw the two girls standing and looking as if they were prettified, which the pretty much were.

“Hey!”

All the if their heads snapped towards the voice, the two girls looking at the two hockey players as if they were a gift sent from heaven. Y/n ran as fast as she could into Jamie’s arms, who immediately put one of his arms around her, rubbing her back up and down. He could feel the tears dampen his shirt since his jacket was buttoned and looked at the scene confused, “What’s going on?”

She leaned up and whispered something into his head, something along the lines of that was her ex and he hadn’t stopped bothering her since he saw her. Jamie’s cool front morphed into one of anger as he looked at the guy, “You need to go.”

“Me? I wasn’t even doing anything.” He held his hands up in surrender and Jamie just glared at him, “Now.”

He walked off, mumbling something under his breath, but y/n held Jamie back from going anywhere. He took her home, grabbing a few things to eat on the way there. When they got home, they sat in the living room cuddled up next to each other.

They were watching TV and she looked over at him, “I’m sorry for today.”

“For what?”

“For having you have to deal with that.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I promise you it was nothing.”

“I was just, so scared that he was going to do something.”

“No one is ever going to hurt you again, I promise you that on everything I believe in.”

She let out a sob, holding him even tighter, “I love you so much.”

“And I love you so much more.”

#sunnylunevalentine's #jd9 #jamie drysdsle

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onlyswan · 7 months

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an anonie inspired me to send you this because i don’t usually send asks to writers i admire a lot out of nerves 😅 so here i am sending you this

i admire the way you express your love for jungkook so much. just the way you write in general is so beautiful and you inspire me when im at my lowest or when i have writers block. genuinely, one of the best writers (fight me if you disagree 🧌 hehe) but re-reading your work and just being the epitome of keyboard smash (got me giggling and shit), it’s so… refreshing. and you deserve the world 🙂🩵

thank you for making your account a safe space. you deserve so much happiness and love headed your way and if anyone ever sends you hate, i will literally fight them 🫵🏼🤨 thank you for being an amazing person and i hope a lot of ideas, happiness, love, luck, just such good vibes come your way 🫶🏼

(also, this is very nerve-wracking 🧍🏻‍♀️)

the bisexual colors of the flowers that also reminds me of jungkook’s ‘please love me’ bouquet from that florist run bts episode was the cute lil ribbon of this present 🎀 this made my day i absolutely love you 🥺

genuinely, one of the best writers (fight me if you disagree 🧌 hehe) and if anyone ever sends you hate, i will literally fight them 🫵🏼🤨 got me giggling you’re so fucking cuuuuute 😭 THANK YOU THANK YOU BABY

you guys have helped me so much during my lowest too :( with your asks, comments, reblogs, dms! they always manage to make me smile even when i’m going through something and i’m glad i could be of little help to you too when you’re feeling the same. 🥺 so thank you for taking the time to send this message even though you find it nerve-wracking hehe i understand and i truly appreciate it so so much! i hope life treats you with utmost gentleness and kindness always 🪷 hugs and kisses <3

#art’s post office ☁️#numinousher <3

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en-topia · 1 year

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LOVE FOOL — CHAPTER FOURTEEN

word count: 0.5k (530)

+ smau at the end

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Today is Heeseung’s birthday. You know because it was one of the first things you asked him when you two started texting and it was hard to forget since you liked him so much. It was nerve wracking to wish him a happy birthday in person. It should’ve been no big deal but everything about him made you nervous and just being in his presence made you feel faint.

Throughout class you debated on when you should tell Heeseung or if you should just text him instead. But boys like it when you talk to them in person; then again, he pretends that you don’t even exist. So why should you be the first to talk to him when he won’t even look your direction?!

Finally it was break time, and it took everything in you to get out of your seat and to Heeseung’s class. Taeyang saw your internal panic and was going to stop you, but he decided against it after what happened the other day.

Making your way through the halls, you walked past Heeseung’s class twice because you physically could not bring yourself to walk in. You probably looked like an idiot walking back and forth, but you just couldn’t do it.

“What the hell are you doing,” someone asked behind you, making you yelp and jump. It was Jiung.

“You seriously need to stop scaring me like this,” you sighed, resting your hand over your heart to calm it down.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“I can’t just come see my dear friend Jiung?!” You awkwardly laughed, pinching his cheek and grinning stupidly. Jiung only gave you a disbelieving look. “Okay, fine. It’s Heeseung’s birthday,” you said at a whisper.

“It is?” Jiung questioned. “I’ll go get him then—”

“No! No— I was just… I already told him!”

“Did you now?” Jiung crossed his arms and smirked knowing that you did not muster up the courage to actually talk to Heeseung. “I guess I should go wish him a happy birthday.”

Before you could say anything, Jiung was walking into his classroom and making his way towards Heeseung. You peaked in through the window to see where he was; you didn’t actually see Heeseung till now because of how scared you were, but now you wished you didn’t come over here. He was talking with Minjeong until Jiung approached them.

“Happy birthday,” he wished, fist bumping Heeseung before going back to his desk.

“How’d you know it was my birthday?” Heeseung then asked. No one except for his friends and you knew his birthday.

Jiung began pointing in the direction where you were, making you crouch down out of sight. “Oh…” After enough teasing, Jiung decided to drop it. “Just heard around.”

“Oh… Well thank you.” Heeseung stood up from his seat and started walking out of the class, but you were already making a run for it. You honestly couldn’t have made it anymore obvious since Heeseung was laughing to himself as he saw you sprint away. He wanted to talk to you honestly; he just couldn’t bring himself to do it especially now after Jake semi-confessed how he felt about you.

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A/N: i just realized the dates on the tweets don’t match the timeline of the story but i think you guys understand that the story started at the beginning of the school year which is august/september 😭 also how do i respond to people!! i see your comments and reblogs and thank you so much for them!!! 🥹💟

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yeonjunszn · 2 years

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THE MARRIAGE PACT — 1

PAIRING: huening kai x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

GENRES: fluff﹒ angst﹒crack(?)

WARNINGS: mature language, a total of 2 timeskips, so obvi they r aged up for plot purposes, mentions of engagements, mentions of alcohol, an Argument — my bad bffs y’all are gonna hate me

SUMMARY: you’ve known huening kai since you were twelve years old, you know, geeky little middle schoolers. then high school came around and suddenly you became the object of everyone’s affections— except no one ever made a move on you. out of both desperation and the sheer idiocy of being fifteen, you and kai make a marriage pact. when the time finally comes to fulfill the contract, secrets are unveiled and feelings unravel. but it’s nothing more than a silly pact, right?

MORE: so sorry this is so late but it’s still huening’s birthday for me and i was able to get this out FINALLY after going through a writers block for it — though the series is actually NOT done 😭 also not proofread cause i was too lazy

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PRESENT DAY

“No, no, no,” you sigh. “That doesn’t go there. It goes over by the dessert table. We’ve already been over this.”

“Sorry, Miss L/n.”

The poor venue staff members bow their heads, carrying the sign over to its designated area. You pinch the bridge of your nose, sitting in one of the guest chairs. Soobin notices your frustration from his spot near the altar, where he and his fiancée are rehearsing for tomorrow, and excuses himself. He takes the seat beside you.

“Are you okay?“ The older male’s voice is comforting, easing the tension in your face and shoulders almost immediately.

“Yeah. Just a bit stressed. But it’s fine! Don’t worry. I’m taking on all of that so you won’t have to.” You smile at him.

About a year ago, a couple months after the announcement that he was engaged, Soobin asked if you would help in planning his wedding. You’d already done a few successful ones at this point, with the help of other planners at your agency, but this would be the first completely on your own. Even if it was nerve wracking as hell, you couldn’t tell him no. Soobin had been one of your greatest friends since high school.

“Okay. Just tell me if you need to take a break. I’ll understand, you know?” He wags a finger at you. You nod, shooing him back to his soon-to-be-wife.

You stand from the chair, exiting the area reserved for the wedding. You’d rented out an outdoor venue, due to the fact that it was late spring, early summer. It was perfect to hold both the ceremony and the reception, just big enough to house each.

As soon as you step out into the parking lot, you run your hands down your face. You knew the decorating process was nothing compared to how it would be tomorrow, the actual day of. But even so, you felt like your legs were going to fall off and your eyes were so heavy, you could sleep standing up.

“Did someone call for entertainment?”

You drop your hands, your features lighting up at the sight of two familiar figures. You run over to hug them, already less stressed. “Jun! Gyu!”

The taller catches you with a laugh, ruffling your hair. “Hey, Y/n, long time no see.”

“No shit! It’s been, what? Since Soobin told us he was getting married? A year?” You whine, resting your head on Yeonjun’s shoulder. “Gahhh, it’s been too long. I’ve missed you idiots. What are you doing here?”

“Well we heard our hotshot wedding planner might need some reinforcements.” Beomgyu says. You roll your eyes playfully, flicking him on the forehead.

“Seriously though, I was so close to asking one of the other planners at the agency to take over for tomorrow. I am so tired,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes. “When’s Taehyun coming in?”

Yeonjun furrows his eyebrows. “Tomorrow morning. With Huening. Did you not know?”

The mention of Huening Kai has you snapping out of whatever sleepy stupor you were in. Your wide eyes are enough answer for Yeonjun and he sighs, shifting his weight onto one hip.

“You still haven't talked to him?” He frowns. “It’s been a year, Y/n. You used to be best friends. What the hell happened?”

You look down at the pavement with an unreadable expression. He was right, you used to be best friends. Emphasis on the words ‘used to.’ You didn’t want to relive the moment the two of you cut contact with each other, so you don’t tell him. That was something you would take to the grave if possible.

“Are you at least gonna try to remain civil for Soobin’s sake?” Beomgyu asks, glancing behind you to catch a glimpse of the preparations within the venue. “I know how snappy you can get under pressure so just make sure to keep yourself as calm as you can tomorrow, despite the fact that it’ll probably be the most stressful day of your life.”

“Wow, Gyu, you’re really good at cheering people up.” You say sarcastically, shoving his shoulder lightly.

“It’s my specialty.”

ONE YEAR AGO

You and Kai meet eyes at the same time, raising identical eyebrows at the text message Soobin had sent to your group chat.

He wanted all of you to meet up for dinner later that night, the message requested so seriously that it felt rather ominous. You had no idea what it could be about, but don’t question it, pressing play on the movie you’d paused to entertain the text.

A yawn escapes your lips just minutes later, so you rest your head on Kai’s shoulder, missing the way he tenses at the action. It was only two in the afternoon and Soobin didn’t want to meet until around seven. You assumed a quick cat nap wouldn’t hurt.

Except a quick cat nap became a four hour nap and you found yourself rushing to get ready in your joint apartment with Kai. He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through social media as you scrambled back and forth from your room to the bathroom.

“I told you to wake up like two hours ago but you just pushed me and told me to leave you alone.” He calls out.

“Fuck off!”

You adjust the clasp on your heel, checking yourself out in the mirror before grabbing your phone and wallet, finally meeting Kai in the living room. The clack of your shoes on the wooden floor causes him to look up, his breath getting caught in his throat.

He’s known you for twelve whole years and you still manage to knock the wind out of him whenever you enter a room.

“Okay, I’m ready!” You exhale, smoothing out your blouse.

He merely nods, afraid of his voice failing him. Even when you were in middle school, he thought you were cute. The moment he found you in the classroom during lunch, his heart was stolen right from his chest. You were the thief that he couldn’t dare blame. Your glasses, though dorky, made the eyes behind them look so innocent and pure. He was hooked from day one.

You had grown and matured so much since then, but as he grew alongside you, so did his feelings. They blossomed from a tween crush to full fledged infatuation. Now, dressed in a silky spaghetti strapped top, mom jeans and skinny heels, twenty four year old you had a death grip on Kai.

He follows behind you like a lost puppy as you exit your apartment and lock up, making your way to his car in the spot right in front of the stairs. (Thank god, because your feet would’ve already started killing you if you had to walk any further.)

The car ride to the restaurant is basked in a somewhat comfortable silence, nothing but the low hum of the radio surrounding you. Kai knows his hold on the steering wheel is a bit absurd, his knuckles nearing the color of snow. He couldn’t focus much with you in the passenger seat, the scent of your perfume (the one that drove him insane) filling his nostrils intoxicatingly. He’s lucky his mind stayed aware of what he was doing or else he would’ve crashed long ago.

“Why do you think Bin wants to have dinner?” You suddenly ask as you roll to a stop at a red light.

The only person from your friend group you saw regularly nowadays, was Kai, due to the fact that you lived together. Soobin still lived in the same city as the two of you with his girlfriend, but with his demanding job, he was usually really busy. You made a habit of seeing him about once a month. Taehyun, Yeonjun, and Beomgyu all resided overseas, in the States. The first two had become successful songwriters, while the third made a name for himself as a producer and moved to Los Angeles where they would be in the hotspot for their professions. They came back home a few times a year, this week being one of those.

Kai was also a songwriter, but decided to stay in Korea with you. Whenever you asked why, he’d always give a vague answer. You wished he would just tell you, but didn’t have room to complain, seeing as your best friend didn’t pack up and move across the world from you. You don’t think you could handle having anyone else as a roommate anyways, and you needed someone to split rent with since you hadn’t planned enough weddings yet to be making extreme bank.

“Don’t know. It was a little out of character for him to text so suddenly though.” He responds, turning into the lot of the restaurant.

“Hmm, maybe it wasn’t meant to be sudden? TaeYeonGyu are in town this week, and we didn’t know they were coming until like a couple days ago. He could’ve been waiting for them to come home so we could all be there,” you shrug, unbuckling your seatbelt after he’s parked. “The only question is ‘what for’.”

Kai exhales through his nose, locking his car before you head inside. The stares you receive from random men as you walk up to the host stand has him feeling protective, though he knows it’s not his place. And even if he was here with you platonically, the attention you receive makes him shrink in on himself, like he’s not worthy of standing beside you in public.

Thankfully, the hostess shows you to the table that Soobin reserved a minute later and you find all your friends already waiting for you. After standard greetings, you sit between Kai and Beomgyu. Yeonjun sits on the other side of the latter, Soobin next to him, then his girlfriend directly across from you, and Taehyun on your roommate’s right— bringing it full circle.

Conversation flows smoothly, picking up like you’d all seen each other a day prior. It isn’t until you’re halfway through your meal that the eldest of your group decides to ask the question you were curious about the entire evening.

“So, Soobin, as much as I’m glad we were able to catch up while me and the other two are in town, what was the reason behind this dinner?” Yeonjun clears his throat, setting his glass of wine back on the table.

The ravenette glances to his left at his girlfriend, the couple sharing a look that thoroughly confuses the rest of you. He licks his lips, wiping the corner of his mouth with his napkin before answering. “Well, the five of you know that we’ve,” he gestures between him and his significant other. “Been together for almost four years now and I don’t see myself being with anyone else ever again. So…”

He reaches under the table to grab her hand, lifting it up with the backside facing you. Right on her ring finger sits a pretty engagement ring, glimmering in the dim lighting of the restaurant. You gasp, your hands cupping your cheeks.

“Oh my god! Congrats, guys!”

“Dude, what the hell, why didn’t you tell us you were proposing?” Beomgyu clutches the front of his shirt dramatically, like it physically hurt him that he wasn’t briefed on the situation. “This is the ultimate act of best friend betrayal. You always tell your homies when making a life altering decision.”

Soobin’s girlfriend fiancée giggles at the distressed look on her boyfriend’s face when he says that. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. Because you say dumb shit like that. And also you have a big mouth, so I didn’t think that you could keep it a secret.”

Taehyun, Yeonjun, and Kai also join in on the laughter until they realize that he implied they couldn’t be trusted with that information either. Then the conversation derailed from congratulatory remarks, to the five boys arguing about the ‘true strength’ of their friendship. Your lips curl up at their antics, continuing to finish whatever food was left on your dish.

You were happy for the pair, glad Soobin had found the One. You liked his girlfriend too. She was nice and wasn’t shy around y’all. You appreciated that she didn’t make you feel uncomfortable for being the only girl in a group full of guys, instead expressing her gratitude for you and your ability to keep up with them for so long.

“Even though I’m still heartbroken that Soobin didn’t fill us in on his plan to get engaged, I think this calls for a celebration,” Yeonjun lightly taps his knife against the side of his wine glass. “We should go out after this.”

“There’s a club right next to the hotel we’re staying at, which is pretty convenient.” Taehyun adds, sticking his fork and a piece of his steak in his mouth.

You would’ve jumped for joy at the opportunity to go out and let loose with your friends, but with the shoes you were wearing, you didn’t think your feet couldn’t withstand it. Kai notices the way you look like someone just kicked a puppy in front of you and taps your shoulder. You turn to him with a small frown.

“Ugh, I’d love to go, but my toes are screaming for help, Hyuka. I think we should go home unless you wanna carry me everywhere all night.” You sigh.

His pulse quickens the slightest bit at the thought of carrying you around bridal style, but he pushes it away instantaneously. Huening Kai could not be perceived as a simp, not when he was in his mid-twenties. “I have one of your pairs of emergency sandals in my trunk.”

You smile widely, turning back to the table who was still discussing where you would be going. He thinks it’s the curl of your lips that make him significantly more nervous for that night than he should be. He thinks that with enough alcohol in his system, he’ll pour everything out to you and you’ll know the way he’s felt all this time. It scares the shit out of him.

And it’s those exact nerves that have him hesitant to get out of his car once you’ve arrived at the club Taehyun had suggested. The fluorescent neon sign in front is taunting him, like it knows what will happen before he does, and he doesn’t like the sinking feeling in his stomach one bit.

However, the twinkle of excitement in your eye manages to distract him, effectively dragging him into the building. It spurs him to swipe his card for the cover fee, paying for the both of you instinctively. You wrap your arms around his bicep as you continue inside, yelling over the loud music so he could hear you.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know.” Is all he says, a shrug following.

Your friend group claims an empty high table a few feet from the dance floor, you and Soobin’s fiancée staying behind while the guys went to get drinks. You learn that he had proposed a week ago and was originally going to announce it over text, until she convinced him to do otherwise. He was in the process of planning a group FaceTime when Yeonjun, Beomgyu, and Taehyun revealed they’d be coming home for a week, which then led to him putting together the dinner.

A couple drinks later and you’re feeling pleasantly buzzed, even ordering a round of tequila shots despite fucking hating tequila. Kai watches with a deep fondness as you dance carelessly with Soobin’s fiancée, your expression as bright as the sign outside— and just as teasing, too. He downs the rest of his drink, hoping that it quells the hammering behind his rib cage rather than fuel it.

He needed to last through the remainder of this night and wait one more year. It was just one more year until the two of you would fulfill that silly little pact you created twelve years ago. (If you were still single by then, at least.) Then he could confess to you in the most romantic way possible, complete with the ‘mandatory’ proposal. (It wasn’t really seen as such in his eyes since he’d choose to marry you in a heartbeat, given the decision.)

“Why don’t you just say something to her already?” Taehyun speaks up from beside him, nudging his shoulder.

“I-I can’t,” Kai swallows, his eyes completely focused on you. “I’m scared.”

The older male rolls his eyes. “Of what? You’re both adults. This situation can be discussed maturely, even if she doesn’t feel the same. I don’t think something like that is enough to ruin a bond as strong as the one you have.”

His words ring in his ears louder than the club music. You knew each other like the back of your hands. Sure he’d be heartbroken if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings and it might be a little awkward at first, but he’d rather have you in his life as a friend than not at all. Besides, there was still the off chance that you would follow through with the marriage pact, despite not mentioning it in a few years.

“I’ll think about it.”

You and Soobin’s fiancée come barreling towards the table, out of breath and a bit sweaty. Kai can’t help but chuckle at the way you finish your drink in one go, wiping away the beads of perspiration on your forehead. You turn to him with a tiny smile, your eyes crinkled at the corners.

“You ready to head home? I’m exhausted.” You ask sheepishly, tucking your hair behind your ear. Kai nods immediately and the two of you say your goodbyes.

The drive back home was once again silent except for the AC on full blast and your soft snores, having fallen asleep minutes after he started driving. He feels the subtle way his heart thumps just a beat faster, your face so peaceful it almost physically hurts to look at you.

A small pang of guilt hits him when he realizes he has to wake you from your slumber. You let out a little groan, your eyes fluttering open from the light shakes Kai had inflicted on you. With a pout, you get out of the car and trudge over to the stairs.

“Do you want me to carry you?” He asks suddenly, his tone a little shy. The alcohol in his system made him bolder but not enough to rid of the embarrassment from the question. You blink at him, registering what he just asked in your half-asleep mental state.

“Yes.” Is what you squeak out, pausing in your tracks just before you reach the first step.

He moves in front of you and bends down so you can hop on his back, hooking his arms underneath your knees. He doesn’t know why on earth he’d volunteer himself to do this when he was not strong enough to carry an entire person up two flights of stairs on his own. He’s pretty sure you can tell too, judging by the way you giggle every time he makes a grunt of exertion.

“Am I too heavy? Sorry, Hyuka.” You murmur, right in his ear.

“N-No, you’re fine—” He forces out, strained because he was not prepared for the amount of work it was taking. When he finally makes it to the front door of your apartment, he tries his best to take out his key and unlock the door. You pluck it from his grasp to save him from the struggle, pushing it open with your foot.

You hop off of his back, throwing yourself on the couch as he shuts the door behind him with a sigh. He shakes his head with a snort at the sight of you already getting comfortable on the cushions, like your room wasn’t ten feet down the hallway.

He walks past the sofa to go to his own, but he’s stopped by your hand reaching out and wrapping around his wrist. He glanced down at you, hoping you don’t feel the clamminess of his palms. You prop your head up on the armrest, smiling up at him lazily.

“Thank you,” you near whisper, rubbing his skin with your thumb. “You’ll always be my favorite.”

Kai gulps, the compliment provoking heat in his cheeks. He nods, a weak grin gracing his features. This would be the best time to confess to you. He could just lay himself bare right here right now and it would be such a perfect moment. So, he opens his mouth to start. But you start speaking before he can.

“I know you’ll always look at me even when no one else will.” You say. He furrows his brows and you explain what you mean. “Every time I think someone’s gonna make a move, they don’t. And you’re always there to pick up the pieces for me. I think seeing Soobin and his fiancée tonight, the way they stare at each other like no one else exists, had me remembering that.”

His eyes travel away from you, a painful feeling of remorse burning through his whole body. “That’s my fault.”

“What?”

“I’m the reason guys never pursued you or kept things going,” Kai admits, still not making eye contact with you. “I told them to stay away from you c-cause I didn’t want you to be with anyone else.”

Your hand releases his wrist and you sit upright, not knowing what to make of what he’d just said. Your best friend of twelve years was the reason you had been so lonely? How could he even do that to you?

“What are you saying right now, Kai?” You breathe through your nose, your lips pressing into a straight line.

He knows he could clear things up by clarifying why exactly he’d done such a mean thing. He could tell you his intentions were pure, and he’d done it all in the name of love. That he did it because you wouldn’t dare choose him out of all the boys who floundered at your feet. That he wanted you to pick him at the end of the day.

In spite of that being his most logical option, however, he doesn’t. He just stands there, avoiding your harsh gaze. If he felt small earlier at the restaurant, that was nothing compared to what he was feeling right now.

“Why are you so silent? Do you have nothing more to say? You expected to just drop that on me and things would be fine? Fucking look at me!” You get up from the couch, getting in his face.

“I’m sorry.”

Your vision is blurred with tears and your heart is shattered. Why wouldn’t he answer your questions? You swallow down your emotions. “Get out.”

He blinks at you. “W-What?”

“Get the fuck out, Huening Kai. Go stay at the hotel with the boys for all I care. I can’t do this right now.” Your voice raises, making him flinch.

He snaps out of whatever trance he was in and shuffles to the door, pausing before he walks out to glance back at you. His mouth opens, like he wants to say something else, but ultimately he can’t.

So he leaves.

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fluffydavey · 10 months

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Have you ever stagedoored and met the cast? Do you have any tips?

i've been really lucky to stagedoor a few times and get to meet some of the cast who are all very lovely!

i would say:

most importantly, respect the actors who don't want to stagedoor. some will be across the street talking to people they know, or some will run out so they can grab some food if it's after a matinee, or some will be rushing to get home after an evening show, and i think it's really important that we respect their boundaries? i understand feeling disappointed that someone you wanted to meet and talk to isn't stagedooring that day, but be mindful that they just may not be feeling it that particular day? it's a really demanding show, and i think we should be very grateful for the people who do come out and say hi!

also note - the last time i went a lot of the actors just walked straight past us because they were clearly on their way to do something, and i think it's very important to know it's nothing personal, and they probably would stop and talk to you if they could!

the cast are very sweet, they'll take time to speak with you and thank you for coming (especially matthew, who will have full-blown conversations with people at stagedoor and will take his time to talk to people, see how they liked the show, try make them feel comfortable. we love matthew so much)

i really understand the feelings of anxiety at the idea of stagedooring by yourself, but if that's the only thing stopping you, i think you should still try if you're feeling able to! i've made friends with other fans when trying to stagedoor by myself and we've helped each other with photos and chatted while waiting for others to come out! granted this doesn't happen all the time, but i think as a fandom newsies fans are pretty chill and i don't think i've ever made as many friends through a show than newsies and i'll forever be grateful for it, and the people it's brought into my life! newsies really are forever 😭❤️

have fun!! i know it's nerve-wracking seeing the people that you really admire, especially comfort characters, but it's an incredible experience!! and you can tell it means just as much to the cast when they see people repping the tshirtsies or listening to you talk about why their character/acting choices mean so much to you. i think it's a really special experience for everyone involved!

as much as i would love to have the artistic or creative skills to come up with presents for the cast, i'm very bad at arts and crafts and do not have the brain to come up with the amazing things i've seen others bring to the show. i am in awe of every single one of you. but!! if you’ve made presents for the entire cast, the actors who do go out are more than happy to collect the gifts that were made for people who don’t stagedoor and they’ll be able to receive them that way!

i’m repeating myself but most importantly have fun!! take lots of pictures, talk to as many cast members who are out stagedooring and try talk to other fans! make the most out of this amazing experience you’ll have! ❤️

#answered #i hope if you do decide to stagedoor you have a wonderful time!!#i know i'm really pushing for lets let the cast be able to do their own things without being disturbed #but i see way too many people interrupt their conversations with their friends or family for pictures and idk it's a little dicey for me #i 100% get wanting to see your favourite actor but maybe consider the actor's feelings about this too

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firstkanaphans · 10 months

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hii, how you doing? i hope you're well! i'd like to ask for some advice as a writer... how to get past the embarrassment of posting a fic with smut... 😭 maybe i'm just silly but woah i feel so shy about it but it's really something i've been considering but i still haven't found in me to take that step yet so if you had some advice i would really appreciate it

Hiii!!! I’m just coming off of a four-day weekend, so right now I’m going great! Thank you for asking. And of course I would be happy to help! 💛

So, just a little background about me: I didn’t publish my first explicit fic until the week I graduated college—and the fact that I remember the date so precisely is probably proof enough that it was a rather nerve-wracking experience for me. Even then, the only reason I started writing smut in the first place was because I was in a fandom where if you wanted your fics to get read, they pretty much had to be explicit. Luckily, BL fandoms don’t really seem to have a bias either way (at least as far as I can tell). In fact, in my experience, non-explicit fics actually seem to fare a bit better. Just as an example, my two mature-rated fics, Divine Intervention and Alone with You, both have the most kudos out of any fic in their respective fandoms. I know that sounds like a humble brag, but the point I’m trying to make is that you don’t need to write explicit fic if you don’t want to.

But if you do…

Obviously, everyone’s relationship to sex and sexual content is going to differ and as an asexual lesbian, I’m pretty lucky to have a bit of a detachment from the things I am writing about. Akk and Ayan are attractive, but I am not attracted to them. Their sexual experiences look vastly different than mine. I think that makes it easier. The fics I get the most nervous to post are the ones where I, personally, feel titillated by the subject matter. I’ve written exactly one explicit wlw fic in my life and it was so immensely embarrassing I swore I would never do it again.

Now obviously, if you aren’t ace or you are sexually attracted to the characters you’re writing, that’s not really something you can change. But it’s strangely liberating in a way to know that that anxiety is literally all in your head. What was the difference between the one wlw fic I wrote and the literal dozens of mlm fic I write every day? Nothing except my relationship to it.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that no one is going to be analyzing your smut as deeply as you think they are. And although it sometimes feels like you’re baring your soul as a writer, readers are smart enough to understand that just because a character does something doesn’t mean that the writer does that thing too. Because, spoiler alert, I’ve never once had sex with a penis but I write about it A LOT. In fact, I think readers are generally more forgiving of poorly-written smut than they are poorly-written anything else.

A few craft tips that might help you out:

Focus more on what the characters are feeling than what is physically happening. You don’t need to tell me where everyone’s hands are at all times. The reader’s imagination is perfectly capable of filling in those blanks. Ground the scene in emotion instead.

Don’t be afraid to use the word “cock.”

Write a few scenes just for you without the intention of publishing them. You’d be surprised at how well you can write when you take away the threat of other people seeing it.

If you have a fandom friend that would be willing to read a draft of your explicit scenes beforehand, I highly recommend that. (Or, hell, I can do it!) Sometimes just having an extra set of eyes on something will help with your nerves.

And like anything, it’s gonna get easier. I absolutely love writing smut now. It’s calming for me. When I was trying to write original fiction for publication, it pained me to not be able to write explicit sex scenes because for allosexual characters, sex is an important part of a relationship and not being able to show it feels like you’re only getting half of the story. That’s why directors like P’Jojo will always have my whole heart. They get it. Showing queer sex on screen is important.

I hope this helps you at least a little bit! Happy writing!!

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goldenfharry · 11 months

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hi! this is going to be a long one i think 🥹 but i need to vent. and this is mostly for the portuguese fellows that are attending the show in lisbon. but anyways, you know about the venue h is playing at and everything right? the last two shows that were held there (the weeknd and maroon 5) were a complete mess and i’m fearing for harry so much. like they only have a main entrance which is fine, even thought we have 5 different zones and in other places they had many different entrances for each zone/sector. the weeknd and maroon had only two zones. they (security) simply made more than 20+ different queue with people from the two different sector mixed everywhere. they clearly didn’t use the wristband system or anything which is fine. but then basically people who got there an hour before doors were let in first then people who were there since early morning which is so unfair. security was so rude and said that they couldn’t do shit about it. basically they would check your bags, you’d run to get to the little station they made (a little bit further) to scan your ticket and then literally sprint inside the venue 😭 like hundreds of people getting inside together at the same time. and because of that we had people with simple ga pit tickets being able to get to the golden circle. i think for maroon 5 they had security at the “entrance” of each sector. but why make it even more complicated? you could just let the golden circle in first and then ga pit, if they had organised the queues outside.

my point is, for harry it has been the same concept of organisation for the queues for the last two years. because harry’s team/promoters ARE involved in it. it’s not only the venues security/promoters. but people now are worried because because of the last two shows that happened there.

the right thing would be, just as last year, they use the wristband system again, we get one with a number early in the morning of the show, we make our queues and we get inside of the arena (escorted by security) walking in a line until que get inside our zone. as it’s been happening for every single show so far. but since our venue has only one main entrance what they could do is let people from the pods get in first, then front pitch and lastly green sector so there wouldn’t be any confusion. but they have been letting everyone in at the same time and it’s freaking me out. sorry for the long rant i just needed to talk to someone that can understands a bit about this. kissy

To be honest, I’ve been paying attention to the whole subject and I’ve been discussing it with a friend, and we honestly think that people are being extremely dramatic and causing anxiety to others.

Personally, to me, this is nerve wracking. I don’t live close to Lisbon, I will do some efforts so I don’t want to freak out about a show a month prior to that. The arena has been for years a place for the biggest shows of the country. They know what to do, people just need to behave. There’s an organization dealing with those situations and fans are already using the number method (not very keen on it but I guess) and it’s time to actually let people do their jobs. Harry is no different than other artist that performed there, so we have to believe that by now they are studying the best ways to deal with those problems. It’s really sad for someone to spend so much money and suddenly having people panicking over spots like WEEKS before that! It literally triggers anxiety. We need to stay calm and above that, we need to realize that it will all go well. We just need to do our part and BEHAVE.

About Harry, if there’s someone safe on that day, it will be him. For sure! 🫶

(Note: we all entered at the same time for Coldplay for example and inside of the venue, we were all organized to enter to our specific zones. And it was a huge show, just like Harry’s! Whatever happens, people won’t have access to areas that don’t belong to them. That’s not going to happen)

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lexa-griffins · 1 year

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thanks loads for the quick response, you were so lovely!! 🌸 as i said i’m just starting to educate myself so i don’t want to get things wrong or support someone who doesn’t deserve it. for example, Eliza.. like im still confused about this other topic bc i’m not interested enough, my heart already belongs to Alycia and i mean Alycia only, so… that’s what i’m focusing on. okay so basically that’s what i thought, the “could’ve handled it better” was about her not actually handling it at all, in a way, which i like to believe has nothing to do with her “hating” lexa (it’s something i keep reading online and idk where it comes from) or her fans. Bad advices and likely her trying to save Jason’s a** lead her to shut the discourse. but if this makes sense for the first weeks/months following lexa’s death, what i don’t understand is why she did seem annoyed when fans brought up lexa to conventions etc. but if she hated the fans and/or lexa, i can’t possibly believe she would’ve ever accepted to come back to the show for the finale. she came back bc she cared (about lexa, i mean SHE played her for gods sake, it must be hella important for her as well!!) and knew it was important for the fans, i guess. I’m almost scared to talk about this as i know Eliza’s fans are mad about it and especially Eliza/b0b supporters (i’ve seen enough on Twitter dear lord) but if what some people say is true, that he asked Jason to fire her bc he was jealous of her success, then maybe HIM being fired was also one of the reasons she willingly came back? like don’t get me wrong, i’m sure a big fat paycheck played a huge part too 😅 but trying to add more pieces to the puzzle here, as i really know like 40% of what happened behind the scenes with Jason and all when lexa was killed off, so again, i’m sorry if this always ends up being super long but i’m trying to do my homework here 📋🖊️ (and you genuinely are super kind btw which i’m super grateful for 😭)

I have never opened my mouth about the E and B topic because I am not about to open that can of worms or invite their fans to fight me here. I was a huge E fan and just a week before all the shit came out i was talking to a friend about how i wish clarke and her got the same love Lexa and Alycia do... that came back to bite me in the ass real quick 😅 you guys know how much i love Clarke but damn was it impossible for a bit there for me to be able to watch clexa and clarke scenes again and be able to seperate e from Clarke. We clearly got there tho 😌

In a way, I can understand why she was a little annoyed at cons. Alycia never went to a con with the main intent of talking about Lexa, she was on FTWD, she was probably very excited about it and was sent there to talk about it and yet every question she got was about a character that st that point she had not played in maybe a year if you account for the time between filming and the episodes coming out. And its probably nerve wracking to have a room full of people who care so deeply for a character and that are part of a community that is marginalized and her having to say the right thing. Not to meantion like most actors sometimes the line betwwen Lexa the character and Alycia the actor got a little blurred and i get the sense Alycia is the type of actor who wants a clear separation between herself and the character. Maybe wrongly so she tried to distance herself from Lexa not because she hates the fans but because it was what she and others around her felt was right for her career having just started on a new show.

We know B was most likely fired but I doubt that he was the reason why Alycia left. I truly think Jrot believe he was doing something with Lexa's death and that he was telling a epic story, i really think any other story of B wanting her gone and what is now know its false about her not being able to do both shows (AMC was ready to let her continue on the show, i wish i could link you a source to this) - making Alycia agreeing with Jason probably just PR trying to not cause a drift. Alycia (and Jason) kind of alluded to the fact that there had been chances for Lexa to come back before but that Alycia didn't feel comfortable with it and I do think that shows that she respected the fans and didn't want to be used as a prop to make fans to watch the show again. Her being in the finale was a surprise (well, not to me and many others because it felt like there had been hints being dropped for a good while). While i dont doubt the nice pay check wasnt an incentive Alycias entire message for the shows finale felt very sincere to me and very clearly dedicated to the fans. Blorke/B/E fans (well, B fans, lets be real here they only care for her because shes with him, they used to call her names before that) think that just because Alycia is both rather private and doesnt try to take fans money left and right that she hates her fans and hates Lexa. I just think that Alycia didnt really speak up when it was the time for it for whatever reason - i dont think it was out of malicious intent but i do think she should have said more - and talking about it now would just come across as trying to stir something up unless it was directly asked of her to talk about it. Id like to think she has proven herself an ally and a decent person where i dont think she has to talk about Lexa for me to consider her "forgiven" for not speaking up back then.

No need to say sorry, i totally get trying to understand what the fuck happened in this fandom of ours 😅 i just hope im saying things accurately because i have been here since mid 2015 so some things really get blurry around the edges. There used to be master posts or something im sure that explained things because this was a whole thing that last through most of 2016.

☺️ i might not remember or know how to answer everything but if you have any more questions about the fandoms history and if i can help and respond, feel free to ask me! :)

#letter opened #god it has been a wild ass ride sjdbdjd #what is it about this show that made people foam at the mouth the way they did christ sjsjd

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