#anyway here's the first of the staff :3

[shinysparklesapphires]

twisted from: Tom Lucitor

homeland: Brimstone Border

favorite food: chilli dogs

hated food: bougie shit

talents: i dunno

gender: female (she/her)

sexuality: lesbian

UM: by opening her third eye Dia can look into a person's future. It's tiring though so she barley uses it.

💌: @h2llish @lowcallyfruity @boopshoops @thehollowwriter @skriblee-ksk

[faetealights]

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[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

Off-Duty - Dr. Jack Abbot x wife!reader

Summary: 1k words. Jack comes into the Pitt on his day off with no intention of working. One of his little guests has an affinity for raising his father’s blood pressure and adding to his gray hair. Part 2, Hung The Stars here!

Warnings: unnecessarily long sentences, so sweet it’ll rot your teeth fluff. Poking fun at the U.S. military industrial complex (specifically the Marines). Whitaker catching strays.

a/n: Allow me to contribute to the Girl Dad Abbot Agenda. I gave him fraternal twins here, but his new baby is also a girl. So. The Abbot household will be 3-2 girls-boys because feminism. Divider credit!

If looks could kill, Whitaker would be a dead man.

The med student was approaching the provider dictation desk, about to sit down in a padded rolling chair for the first time all shift when Doctor Abbot firmly gripped the back of the chair seconds before Whitaker could reach for it.

“Oh, uh, sir- I was just gonna sit down and do some charting,” the med student explained in a rush with his perpetual terrified ghost of a Victorian child look.

“You can stand.” Dr. Abbot deadpanned, snatching the chair and whisking it towards the peds ED room.

“Wha-” Whitaker stood, mouth slightly parted. The kid was intelligent and had come into his own throughout his emergency medicine rotation, but some things and some people still never ceased to shock him. He watched through the glass door as Dr. Abbot got far closer to a woman, whom he assumed was the peds patient’s mother, than was professionally necessary.

The woman came into full view, displaying the swell of her belly. The student raised his eyebrows. It was a bold move, even for Dr. Abbot. He estimated the woman to be at the end of her second trimester, if not well into her third.

A toddler bounced from behind the woman and quickly attached herself to Abbot’s leg (the flesh one, anyway). The attending smiled—perhaps for the first time in recorded human history, thought Whitaker—before picking up the child and propping her up on his hip, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

The mother turned to Abbot and smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips while he massaged her lower back with his free hands. His wedding band stuck out against the woman’s lighter shirt. Ah. The wife. A moan that definitely wasn’t appropriate for the workplace escaped the woman, seemingly unknowingly, leaving Abbot with a subtle smirk on his face.

Jack guided his wife into the comfortable chair he’d commandeered. Whitaker envied the relief on her face. The lumbar support cushion and ergonomic design could’ve made him cry. His body was aching for relief after hours on his feet, but he conceded that the woman needed it more than he did.

With a barely audible whimper, the med student went back to his original task. He’s startled when a foldable plastic chair, the ones that are typically kept in patient rooms for guests, unceremoniously clatters down next to him, brought over by none other than the stoic night shift attending.

“My wife said she’s sorry for stealing your seat. I’m not.” Dr. Abbot provided no further context before heading straight back to the room he came from. Some of the surrounding ED staff caught wind of the interaction and glanced up at the status board.

PEDS RM 1. 3 YRS 5 MOS MALE J. ABBOT. FOREIGN BODY INGESTION

Understanding hums sounded out before everyone went back to work.

It was rare to see Jack in anything other than black scrubs at the hospital. Today, he was in full Dad mode. The pink glitter nail polish on his fingers matched his daughter’s. His white New Balance sneakers and cargo shorts allowed a clear view of his prosthetic, which his son had decorated with dinosaur stickers. If you looked close enough, you could see a small apple sauce stain on his shirt.

You relaxed further into the chair and closed your eyes once Jack came back to witness your daughter Ellie toddling around the exam room. At 30 weeks pregnant, rest and comfort were becoming increasingly difficult to come by, especially when raising 3-year-old twins.

Dr. Collins caught Jack sitting at the end of the gurney with his son when she waltzed in, tailed by Matteo.

“What brings you all in today? It’s a pleasure to see the Abbot family. Some members more than others…” Heather teased, making a show out of whispering to Jack’s wife and tickling Ellie.

“Jacob here ate some crayons. Maybe some other stuff too. I want imaging of the GI tract to rule out any other foreign bodies or obstructions,” Jack rattled off, never taking his eyes off his son. The doctor’s leathered, weathered hand dwarfed his son’s small leg. Jack had a tough time letting go of his kids, especially when they were hurt or sick.

“Maybe he’s got a future career in the Marines,” Matteo joked.

“Watch it.” Jack warned with an even glare. The intense look on his face didn’t last long; his wife’s giggle brought a small smile to his face as he glanced toward her. 

You winced when the baby delivered a particularly strong jab to your ribs. Jack’s smile quickly turned to concern before you shook your head to reassure him and ran a hand over your bump. Collins and Matteo didn’t miss the silent communication between the couple.

It made sense for the two of you. You were so in sync—always had been. The Pitt staff rarely got to see Jack’s wife, which you supposed was a good thing. Jack tried to keep his personal and professional life separate, but he’d become known for loving you and your little family so much. He would take your calls in the middle of a shift, routinely add more photos of his family to his locker, and occasionally show up to work with glittery nail polish if he forgot to remove it before clocking in.

Doctor Collins high-fived little Jacob, who was the spitting image of his father, after he tolerated the physical exam.

“No guarding or tenderness. Bowel sounds are hypoactive but present. Has he been NPO otherwise?” The physician glanced between the parents.

“We had breakfast around 8,” you supplied, exhaling when you got another sharp kick straight to the bladder.

“Alright. I’ll put in the imaging orders. Radiology will come and grab you guys soon,” Dr. Collins waved goodbye to the toddlers. 

Matteo kept a stash of stickers in his scrub pocket for the kiddos that came into the Pitt. Jacob gladly accepted one and promptly stuck it on Jack’s prosthetic. Matteo blinked a couple of times, watching the exchange. 

Jack was unfazed. His children seldom went a day without leaving their mark on him. If painted nails and a decorated prosthetic leg made them happy and preserved their innocence, he was happy to be a canvas.

The racecar was a fun addition to the dinosaurs anyway.

a/n: Please let me know what you think! Reblogs & comments keep me motivated <3

Companion piece: Hung The Stars

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[no1blacksapphirefan]

for the Self Aware AU, I was wondering if I could request the Beast and Ancient cookies (and Black Sapphire and Elder Fairy Cookie) reacting to seeing the play working on something diligently for awhile with the app playing music in the background, the player sometimes picking them up to get a better look at them occasionally, and then after awhile they see the player in a Cosplay of said Cookie and that's what the player had been studying them so much for and working so diligently on?

I'd love to cosplay some of the cookies honestly but I can't buy a wig and they're usually expensive </3 Anywho, here's your request done!

((Wrote this when I was kinda eepy so please ignore any mistakes I made 🙏))

Shadow Milk He's trying to peer closely at what you're doing, darn this screen!! He's just curious why you seem to both be paying attention to him and not. What's gotten his favourite star all concentrated??

His eyes widen a bit as you came into view wearing a different outfit...his outfit, wearing a wig...that resembled him...oh he gets such an insanely happy and giddy smile. Giggling like a school girl as he sees you look over yourself happily.

He could get used to seeing you wear his own outfit, oh how he'd love to compliment you in person, you deserve all the praise and he doesn't think it deserves to be said through the screen.

Burning Spice You already got his attention as you have his cookie profile open, looking back and forth, seemingly working hard. You've been both paying attention to him but also he's been lacking it. He questions what could be so important that you're-

He can't help that large grin as he sees you wear an outfit similar to his, twirling around as you happily look into the mirror, bringing the phone with you so you can compare the two. He can't help but let out a loud laugh of delight, it might've startled you, he didn't mean it he promises!! He's just in such a delight seeing you're outfit.

You should, no have to wear it more often!! It suits you better than he could ever imagine. And if you do continue to wear it on different occasions? Oh he's so prideful about it.

Mystic Flour She's rather confused at first, were you just admiring her? So be it. Though with the fact you're only glancing at her? She feels there's something else with the way you continue to look at her closely before placing your attention on something else.

She pauses for a moment as she sees you appear wearing similar attire to her own. Not only her attire but her hair and veil. Do you wish...to be her? She can't say she's unhappy, the way you look is absolutely amazing.

While she wouldn't be looking to see if you wore her attire again, she'll be very happy if you do. She thinks it suits you, perhaps if you come to her world she'll let you wear the actual outfit of hers.

Pure Vanilla He's so curious, what's gotten his birdie attention that requires looking at him? Were you drawing him? Oh he'll be so honoured. He'd love to see how you draw him and if he can he would hang whatever it is on his wa-

He's so surprised to see you come into view and you're wearing his outfit. So that's what you've been working on! You even made your own staff, oh you're so creative and you used that skill on him!! He's so happy to see it. He's fascinated by your handiwork.

He'd love to see you wear it again! Just spotting you holding onto the staff you made is enough for him honestly, he's all smiley and happy when he sees it.

White Lily She waits patiently, she assumes you'll come back and play the game. There's a reason you opened up the game anyways right? She's willing to wait even if she wants to know why you keep looking at her and than away.

She nearly lets out a gasp seeing you wear her outfit. Wearing things she wore. Did you want to be her? Really? She's so surprised and flustered on the inside. If you decide to cosplay Dark Enchantress Cookie inside? She'll be mouth agape, you look happy though so...

She gets a bit blushy every time she spots you wearing the cosplay of her. She thinks you look nice and is so honoured you seem to want to wear her outfit.

Hollyberry Patiently awaiting until she has your attention again. She doesn't mind waiting! Besides you seem pretty concentrated, she won't interrupt you even if she could. Just waits happily until you come back.

Her smile widens more as soon as she sees you come into view. I feel she knows decently what a cosplay is. And she's so happy you've chosen her to cosplay. She admires all the little details you've put into making the outfits. No wonder you looked at her so intently at some times.

She'll love to see you wear it again, and if she can? I see her wanting to do the same. Gathering cloths and such to try and wear a similar outfit to yours. Style a wig so it fits you perfectly as well. it'll be the perfect matching outfit!!

Golden Cheese She waits as well, but becomes almost impatient after awhile. She'll still wait for you, she always will. But what's taking you so long?? Don't you need to do a bit of arena?? Here she'll solo, just come back soon-

Her eyes widen in surprise before her she grins like mad. Of course you'd want to look like her, she admires your handiwork. How the outfit you're wearing is near perfect to hers and how the wig you're wearing is styled just like hers. You've just boosted her ego by 10.

You have to wear it often!! Even 24/7 (She knows you can't) she adores how you look. Please wear it more for her :)

Dark Cacao He didn't take notice. Well he did, any cookie would realise how your attention seems to be on two things at once but he didn't mind. It was rather tranquil, besides aside from small curses he'd hear fall from your mouth.

When he sees what you've been working on, he's more than surprised. How long did that take? Surely not the amount of time you two have spent sitting together right? This must've taken days if not weeks. He can't say he's unhappy though, you look fantastic. You even made your own sword!!

The memory of you wearing that outfit is forever in graved into his mind, while he doesn't mind seeing it again and he'll be more than happy to witness just that. He thinks it's much more magical the first time he saw it.

Black Sapphire Oh he wants to grab your attention and he knows it wouldn't be too hard. But you seem far to concentrated on something and he swears he saw a needle in your hands. He'd rather not hurt you by accident.

All that annoyance of waiting disappears as he sees you wear...his outfit? His hair? Omg even his mic??? He knew he had fans but never would he think he'd have someone who wanted to look like him. Oh he's more than honoured. You look fantastic, dare he says you look better than him?

Wear it more often, he encourages it. He won't force you but he'll try his best to hint for you to wear it. And if other cookies are around when that happens? He's more than quick to point it out proudly.

Elder Faerie What's going on in that mind of yours he wonders. You seem rather interested. He can tell your sewing something, then styling and then crafting but he can't put it together on what you seem to be doing.

Until you come into view, admiring yourself in your mirror as you see how you look. You look fantastic in his outfit. And he can tell so much thought went into it, you didn't seem to miss ANY detail and he's more than impressed.

He'd love to see it again, it's not a need or anything but any time he sees you wear that outfit again he's instantly put into a happy mood, the faerie knights can tell how much seeing you cosplay him puts him in a good mood.

[cloudysarts]

Screaming, crying, throwing up, eating the drywall with my bare hands, ripping up the floorboards

Please please please PLEASE, begging on my knees, more glasses Bill🙏🙏🙏

(coming from a teen who has awful vision, astigmatism, and visual snow syndrome lol)

(other bills glasses au parts can be found here and here!)

i got SUPER excited when i saw this ask, because you described THE EXACT VISION ISSUES THAT I HAVE!!!!!! :D i also have awful vision, astigmatism, and visual snow syndrome!!!!!! so yes of course ill doodle more glasses!bill for you!!! its like were both mutually projecting 🤝

first of all. this made me realize how PERFECT bill is for visual snow syndrome. for people who dont have it/dont know what it is, its a condition where your eyes get like,,,,,a fuzzy, static-like overlay. like, for me, it looks like im looking through a static filter. it gets ESPECIALLY bad in low light. which reminded me that one of bill's fears is tv static...... 👀 i just couldnt shake the mental image of bill resting for the first time in the theraprism, only to wake up to everything being FUZZY.

at first he thinks its a cruel trick that the staff is playing on him just to torture him more. nah, his eye is just fucked up <33333

ANYWAY, here are some more lighthearted doodles!!!!!!! <3

LIFE HACK!!!! did you know that if your opponent only has one eye and wears glasses, you can temporarily blind him only using a jumbo sticker?? the more you know!!! <3

hes such a drama queen <3

[moonstruckme]

hello hello lovely! so the other day i donated blood for the first time and i felt perfectly fine the whole time but then like ten minutes after i threw up with like no warning?? (im fine now turns out i hadnt eaten enough during the day!!) but anyway i was wondering if you might please do a similar scenario with emt!marauders? doesnt have to be exact of course 💗 love you!

Oh I'm sorry that happened to you babe!! Thank you for requesting <3

cw: mention of past blood draw, nausea, lightheadedness

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 798 words

You’re bent over so that your head is almost resting on your knees when a pair of shoes comes into your periphery. It seems they’ve sent someone to make sure you’re not going to pass out. 

You force yourself to sit up, every muscle in your body feeling strange and overwrought, and oh. It’s three someones. You’d worry your vision was tripling if they didn’t look each very distinct, save for their black EMT uniforms. 

The owner of the shoes you’d seen sits in the chair beside you, all brown eyes and kind, gentle features. “Hi,” he says, “I’m Remus. Are you the one who had trouble with the blood draw?” 

You sigh. “Yeah.” Give him a small smile you hope looks reassuring. “I’m fine, though. It passed quickly. I’m just waiting for the go-ahead to go home.” 

“You got sick?” A second paramedic asks you as he sits down on your other side. This one has glasses and thick, curly hair that falls just above his eyes. The third, with sleeves rolled up to display arms full of inky tattoos, leans against the wall across the hall from you. 

You’re not entirely sure which one of them to look at, but you decide upon the boy who’d asked the question. “Yeah?” 

His lips tilt with a sympathetic sort of smile. “Probably best not to be walking or driving anywhere while you’re feeling ill, love. Do you feel up to some crackers?” 

You take the package of saltines he offers you. Notice for the first time how badly your hands are shaking as you try to tear it open. He notices, too. 

“Here, I’ve got that.” He takes it back from you, ripping it open with one easy motion. As he holds it out for you, he says, “I’m James, that’s Sirius.” The tattooed paramedic shoots you a wink. 

“Nice to meet you,” you mumble. “Look, I’m really okay. They didn’t need to send three of you to check up on me.” 

Sirius laughs. “Don’t worry, babe, no one’s worried you’re going to have a seizure. We’re just a package deal.” 

“The staff is all busy with the blood drive,” offers Remus when you still look perplexed, “and we’re between calls. We just thought we’d sit with you on our break, if that’s alright.” 

“Oh.” You swallow a bite of cracker. “Yeah, okay. Thank you.” 

He gives you a soft smile. “How do you feel?” 

“I’m okay.” 

“You’re shaking down to your kneecaps,” Sirius says dryly.

“The nurse said you looked like you were going to faint after you got sick,” James tries in a lighter tone. “Do you still feel that way?” 

He keeps his eyes on yours, warm and gentle, as you chew the inside of your lip. “I don’t think so,” you say. “Just a bit weird, I guess.” 

“Weird how?” Sirius presses. 

You shrink some under his gaze, and Remus says sternly, “Sirius.” 

“You’re scaring her.” James’ hand lands on your thigh almost absentmindedly as he gives the other boy a faux glare. “Go get some juice. Begone.” 

Sirius huffs a laugh, pushing off from the wall. “Pricks,” he says as he goes. 

James turns back to you, smile turned up to full wattage. “Don’t mind him. What were you saying about how you feel weird?” 

“Just…mostly fine.” It’s impossible not to grow shy under the attention of the prettiest guys you think you’ve ever seen. Remus nods for you to continue. “A little bit nauseous, I guess, and shaky. Just…weird.” 

James makes a sympathetic sound, rubbing your thigh. The way you go shock still at the touch appears not to catch his notice. “Yeah, sounds like lightheadedness to me. S’alright, though, we’ll get you fixed up in a minute here.” 

Sirius saunters back in with a cup of orange juice. “Look,” he says as he hands it to you, “I even got her a straw to prove I’m not mean. See?” 

“I didn’t think you were being mean,” you say quietly.

Sirius grins. “No.” He chucks you gently under the chin. You shrink even further into your seat. You swear these boys are only making your trembling worse. “You never said a bad thing, gorgeous. It’s just these two, they love to tyrannize me.” 

“You could stand to be tyrannized from time to time,” says Remus. 

“Yeah,” James agrees heartily. “Keeps you from tyrannizing everyone else so much.” 

Their easy bantering brings a smile to your lips. Remus smiles back at you, nodding to your orange juice. “Take small sips of that,” he says. “Don’t drink too fast and stop if you start to feel sick again.” 

“Attagirl,” James encourages when you raise the straw to your lips obediently, rubbing your thigh again. 

They’re lucky the orange juice doesn’t come out your nose.

[duvetchico]

25 clips that had us looking like :0

summary it's jimin’s birthday, and what better way to celebrate than by dragging out every single suspiciously couple-coded thing she’s ever done with y/n?

genre crack / fluff overload / lowkey romantic documentary / "they're dating but we’re all playing dumb" energy / yu jimin turns 25

pairing yu jimin x added!member reader

masterlist.

channel: user-duvetchico

[INTRO — 0:00] hey what’s up it’s me again back with another delulu edit that may or may not be grounded in actual real evidence. today we’re counting down 25 moments between our mother jimin and the added member of aespa, y/n, who are just besties except they act like they’re already married. anyways. it’s jimin’s bday so we’re being sickeningly sentimental.

[clip 1 – 0:13] from aespa’s behind-the-scenes vlog at music bank jimin’s sitting on the floor, back against the wall, in full stage makeup but with a sleepy dazed look. y/n walks by and throws her a juice box. “what’s this?” “your personality, because u get grumpy when ur dehydrated.” jimin smiles without looking at her, pokes the straw in, and sips. “love u.”

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[clip 3 – 0:28] aespa's live chat: “what are you two doing later?” jimin: “cuddling.” y/n, not missing a beat: “duh.” dead silence and then y/n bursts out laughing while jimin just sips her drink and smirks like she got away with murder.

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[clip 2: 0:44] staff "karina, your mic—" jimin, already walking off “hold on i have to fix y/n’s hair first.” camera pans to her literally babying y/n, fixing her bangs and whispering "there. pretty."

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[clip 3: 0:56]

aespa's live

comment: “who’s your favorite member in aespa?”

jimin: “obviously the one i sleep next to.”

camera cuts to y/n throwing a pillow at her while everyone else screams.

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[clip 4 – 1:10] backstage fancam y/n’s adjusting jimin’s in-ears. jimin closes her eyes. y/n says something too quiet to hear, but jimin smiles so wide she almost forgets to go onstage.

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[clip 5: 1:26]

concert footage during the ending ment, jimin lowkey leans over and whispers something to y/n. y/n nods. jimin kisses her on the cheek. yeah. fans SCREAMED.

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[clip 6: 1:39] camera catches jimin tracing little hearts on y/n’s arm while she’s talking to staff. y/n doesn’t even flinch. like this is NORMAL.

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[clip 7: 1:46]

q&a segment question: “who’s the most clingy?” everyone simultaneously: “jimin.” jimin: “i am NOT—” camera cuts to jimin literally holding y/n’s pinky in hers under the table.

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[clip 8: 1:58]

cafe vlog jimin feeding y/n cake while saying “say ahhh.” y/n: “you’re so annoying.” jimin: “say that again after i just bought you a $7 slice of cake.”

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[clip 9: 2:12]

idol room game task: “call the person you love the most” jimin immediately dials y/n. y/n picks up like “why are you calling me we’re literally in the same room.” jimin: “bc i love you. duh.”

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[clip 10 – 2:30] training room y/n’s struggling with choreo. jimin just sits next to her and holds her hand. “wanna try again?” “not yet.” “ok. i’ll sit here with you.” cue soft music and hearts exploding

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[clip 11 – 2:48] instagram live fan: “what do you like most about y/n?” jimin, looking up: “her heart.” y/n, offscreen: “and my ass right??” jimin: “....also that.”

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[clip 12 – 3:00] concert footage during aespa’s ment, jimin’s talking, and y/n walks behind her and lightly tugs at the back of her jacket. jimin pauses, leans back a little like muscle memory, and they just stand there like that for 10 seconds before realizing 10,000 people are staring.

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[clip 13 - 3:10]

random interview

jimin holding y/n’s hand during an aespa interview. she lowkey rubs circles with her thumb. they ask what jimin does to relax. “i hang out with y/n.” and everyone goes “awww” while y/n blushes hard and tries to disappear into the floor.

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[clip 14 - 3:33]

award show red carpet

they’re standing side by side, hand on lower back, classic pose. interviewer: “you two are very close—any messages for each other?” jimin looks at y/n and just goes: “thank you for existing.” y/n’s face goes FULL red. “bro. you could’ve just said ‘you look nice’ like a normal person.” jimin: “no fun in that.”

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[clip 15 - 3:49]

aespa behind ep, japan tour

camera pans to jimin sleeping in the van, head on y/n’s shoulder, mouth slightly open. y/n's literally just scrolling through her phone with one headphone in, unfazed.

staff voice (off-cam): “you could move her head if it's heavy.”

y/n: “nope. it’s fine. she only drooled once.”

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[clip 16 - 4:01]

instagram live

y/n, half-asleep: “jimin just texted me to eat something. do i look like i wanna chew right now.”

chat: “why does she know you haven’t eaten?”

y/n: “bro she tracks me like a damn fitness app.”

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[clip 17 - 4:10]

airport candid

jimin places her coat on y/n’s shoulders and walks off like nothing happened. y/n stares at the camera like “y’all saw that right.”

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[clip 18 - 4:18]

concert moment

they pass the mic to y/n to talk. jimin's behind her mouthing every single word she says.

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[clip 19 - 4:25]

q&a fan event

fan: “describe each other in one word.”

jimin: “mine.”

crowd: “???!!?!?”

jimin: laughs nervously “LIKE—like she’s my member. i mean. like she belongs to the group. yk?”

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[clip 20 - 4:37]

fan spotted them at a café together

jimin and y/n laughing so loud jimin actually hits the table. y/n wipes whipped cream off her lip and flicks it at her.

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[clip 21 - 4:49]

award show ending

jimin offers her hand to y/n to help her off stage. doesn’t let go until they reach the dressing room.

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[clip 22 5:00]

concert ending

they’re waving goodbye. y/n reaches over and links pinkies with jimin. “did you have fun?” “only because you were there.” “gay.” “you love it.”

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[clip 23 - 5:13]

jimin's birthday at their concert

jimin’s on stage during a concert, gets handed the mic for her birthday. she turns to y/n in the crowd. “thank you for being my person. even when i’m annoying. and weird. and obsessed with you.” y/n shouts something back. jimin laughs and covers her face. “okay stop i’m gonna cry now.”

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[clip 24 - 5:20]

last night a phone cam video. the members are singing happy birthday. jimin’s about to blow the candles out when she glances at y/n. “make a wish,” y/n says. jimin: “already got it.” y/n: freakin dies

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[clip 25 - 5:33]

aespa surprise live for jimin

scene opens with aeri filming the cake. arguing in the background. ningning is yelling something about lighting the candles properly. minjeong is just... eating frosting. and then—

jimin walks in, eyes all sleepy but smiling, and y/n’s already standing behind the couch like she’s been waiting for her or some shit. she immediately pulls jimin into a hug, and you hear aeri screaming in the background like “OH MY GODDDD GUYS GET A ROOM.”

they don’t even flinch. y/n’s arms are wrapped around her waist from behind, chin resting on jimin’s shoulder while jimin just leans back into it like it’s second nature. they're swaying. it’s disgustingly adorable.

then jimin turns her head slightly and says (into the mic she didn’t realize was ON) “i told you i only wanted to spend my birthday with you first...”

y/n literally freezes. everyone heard that. the silence was LOUD. ningning drops a spoon.

jimin realizes. blinks. “WAIT—THE MIC—”

minjeong collapses on the couch laughing. aeri is wheezing. live goes mess. jimin turns bright red and tries to play it off like “hahaha i meant like... metaphorically... like you... the fans... plural...”

[OUTRO – 6:00]

anyway. if they’re not dating, then i’m dating them. happy birthday to jimin, aespa’s leader, and certified simp. if they’re not really dating, then i’m deleting this video. but like… i’m not deleting shit. and for y/n.... go give your gf forehead kisses rn or i’ll do it first.

[hereforuconnwbb]

Foul Play - Chapter 1

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

word count: 4.2k

warning: language

hey guyssss heres a new series im starting (unless it's ass and i wanna delete it and not do it anymore)😭 yes ik i havent finished 'the study of us' yet but i will do it eventually !! but anyways this is series is basically js paige transferring to uconn from sc for her fifth year eligibility and azzi is apart of the uconn women's soccer team. nth really special in this first chapter but this is gonna be an enemies to friends to lovers series !! anyways i hope its good enough otherwise imma js delete it BSHASHAHSBA anywayssss hope u guys enjoy !! 🫶🏽

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“BREAKING: NCAA CHAMPION PAIGE BUECKERS TRANSFERS TO UCONN FOR 5TH YEAR”

The words flashed across every tv screen in the uconn athletics facility, bold and glowing like someone had set fire to the sports world. On social media, the reactions ranged from stunned emojis to full-on chaos in the comments. Everyone had something to say. ESPN reposted it within seconds. Bleacher report added an edit with Paige’s highlights from South Carolina which had a halfcourt buzzer-beater, a no-look assist, a chase-down block. Comments flooded in. “uconn is stacked now.” “why didn’t she just go pro ?” “this is insane.” “huskies r winning it all this szn.”

Azzi ? She barely glanced at the screen.

Her cleats scuffed against the turf as she paced toward the goal during a water break, twisting her hair into a tighter bun. The girls around her, though ? You’d think God had just descended onto campus.

“Bro. Paige Bueckers. Here. At our school. That’s fucking wild,” said sophomore winger Angel. She was leaned up against the goalpost, grinning at her phone.

“Deadass. Like… she’s literally the face of women’s basketball,” Destiny added, eyes wide, her thumb hovering over her screen like she couldn’t believe what she was reading. “I thought she was gonna go pro for sure.”

Across the field, a group of freshmen huddled in a noisy pack near the bleachers. They were loud, obnoxious, and painfully obvious.

“Oh my god, she’s so hot. Have you seen her arms ?” one of them squealed.

“Wait, wait—look at this video,” chimed in another. “She dropped thirty on lsu last year with a sprained ankle. That’s like… fucking mythical.”

“Her eyes are literally blue like ice water,” said another.

Azzi rolled her eyes as she jogged toward the group, water bottle in hand. She caught Caroline and Kaitlyn stretching near midfield, overhearing everything too. Caroline looked like she was already over it. Kaitlyn had that smirk which was half amused, half irritated.

“You guys gonna start foaming at the mouth or what ?” Azzi called out, mostly to mess with them.

“Can you blame them ?” Kaitlyn shot back, straightening up and brushing turf pellets from her knee. “It’s Paige fucking Bueckers.”

“Who ?” Azzi asked flatly, wiping her face with her forearm.

Caroline let out a dramatic gasp. “Don’t embarrass us like that. You really don’t know who that is ?”

“Should I ?” Azzi asked, deadpan. She wasn’t trying to be sarcastic, it just wasn’t her world. She only watched basketball when Marcus played. And even then, she barely paid attention unless he was on the court and made a 3 or yelled her name from the bench.

Caroline gasped. “Dude, she won 2 nattys with SC. She torched every team in the bracket. People call her the next DT. She’s been in Nike campaigns. She was literally on the fucking cover of slam.”

“She’s a walking highlight reel,” Kaitlyn added. “Smart, unbothered, stone-cold on the court. And lowkey ? Too good for this school.”

Azzi squinted up at the clouds. “So why’d she transfer ?”

“No one knows,” Caroline said with a shrug. “Rumours are she had beef with the South Carolina staff, which I’m pretty sure they cleared that rumour. Some people say it’s about the w draft timing. Or nil stuff.”

“Whatever it is, we just got a legend,” Kaitlyn said, then leaned closer. “And we finally have someone on campus who isn’t Marcus Reed.”

Azzi blinked. “You’re not a Marcus fan now ?”

Caroline scoffed. “Az, you know we love you. But your man’s a walking turnover with a midrange game from hell.”

“He’s got no court vision,” Kaitlyn added with a snort. “If he passes to a teammate, it’s by accident. Even Paige’s high school mixtape looks way better than his best college game.”

Azzi held back a laugh. “You guys are haters.”

“We’re just honest,” Caroline said sweetly, flipping her braid over her shoulder. “And if Marcus knew anything about passing, he’d pass you the ball once in a while.”

Azzi didn’t answer. She wasn’t about to start defending him—not here, not to them. Marcus was complicated. Her boyfriend, sure. But lately, he’d been so far up his own ass about the upcoming season that he barely asked about her own games.

Back across the field, the group of freshmen were still going off.

“I’d let her cross me up and dunk on my soul,” one sighed dramatically.

“Bro ion even think she dunks,” another laughed.

“She could dunk on my heart tho,” 

Azzi shook her head and looked toward the facility across campus, where the basketball players would be later on. Where the blue-eyed transfer apparently was going to be.

“Hope she knows what she’s walking into,” Caroline muttered beside her, watching the frenzy.

Kaitlyn grinned. “She doesn’t. Not yet.”

Azzi smirked. “You guys sound obsessed.”

“We are,” Caroline said simply. “Because Paige Bueckers ? She’s that bitch.”

And just like that, the season had officially changed. No one knew what was really coming.

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Azzi was walking back to her dorm, airpods in, shin guards shoved halfway into her backpack, still sweating from drills.

She rounded the path toward the side entrance of her building, swiping sweat off her brow, when she nearly crashed straight into someone dragging a suitcase and a duffel bag up the kerb.

“Shit—watch it,” the girl muttered, stepping back just before their shoulders clipped.

Azzi blinked. “Maybe don’t take up the whole sidewalk.”

The blonde looked up, jaw tense, her eyes a piercing, icy blue and had that unmistakable air of someone who didn’t give a single fuck.

“Didn’t realize I needed a permit to exist here,” the girl said flatly.

Azzi took out one earbud. “You always this friendly, or is it just me ?”

The girl scoffed, not even looking at her as she yanked her suitcase over the edge of the path. “You ran into me. But sure, let’s make it my fault. That tracks.”

Azzi folded her arms, her temper flickering to life. “Ok, relax. It’s not that deep.”

“Right. God forbid I mess up your little jog home.” The girl finally looked her full in the face, and there was nothing kind about her stare. “You done ?”

Azzi raised a brow. “With what ? Existing near your suitcase ?”

“You sound real proud of that attitude for someone who can’t walk in a straight line.”

Azzi blinked, then actually laughed—sharp and humourless. “Ok, what’s your deal ?”

“You tell me,” the blonde fired back. “You act like you own the sidewalk and then pick a fight when someone doesn’t roll over for you.”

Azzi stepped forward. “I didn’t pick anything. You’ve got a whole attitude like you’re too good to be here.”

“I am,” she said, voice cool and even.

Azzi stared. “Geez. You’re dead serious.”

“I don’t say shit I don’t mean.”

Azzi narrowed her eyes, taking her in now—tall, loose-limbed, unimpressed. Her hoodie said UConn Women’s Basketball, and something clicked in her brain.

“No way,” she muttered. “Wait—are you Paige ?”

The girl looked at her like it was none of her business. “Depends. Are you someone important ?”

Azzi’s jaw locked. “No. Just someone who lives here. Someone who goes here. Unlike you, apparently.”

“Congrats.” Paige said it like a punchline, shifting her bag over her shoulder. “Now if you’re done measuring your ego, I’ve got shit to do.”

Azzi stepped in front of her, blocking the door. “You know, I don’t care who you are. Transfer, champion, whatever. You’re not the only one who works their ass off here.”

Paige didn’t flinch. “Cute speech. Maybe you should save it for someone who asked.”

The silence was tight, electric.

“You’ve got a hell of a mouth for someone who just got here,” Azzi said.

“And you’ve got a hell of an ego for someone I’ve never heard of,” Paige shot back.

Azzi’s eyes narrowed. “Go to hell.”

Paige brushed past her, barely glancing back. “Already been. uconn’s just the next stop.”

The door slammed behind her with a sharp bang.

Azzi stood there for a second, stunned, jaw clenched. Her heart was still racing. She didn’t even know why. All she knew was 1 thing for sure:

She hated her.

And Paige ? She hadn’t even bothered to ask her name.

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Paige let the door slam shut behind her, the echo bouncing off bare dorm walls as she dropped her stuff with a thud. The room smelled like fresh paint and cheap pine cleaner, and everything about it felt unfamiliar, too clean, too quiet. New school, new room, same weight on her shoulders. Fifth year. Whole different battlefield.

She hadn’t even made it inside for 5 minutes before someone knocked.

“Paige ! Open up, it’s me,” came a voice from the other side.

She yanked the door open, still annoyed, and there was Aubrey, grinning like her whole day had just been made.

“Hey,” Aubrey said, practically bouncing. “Word is the women’s soccer team is already foaming at the mouth over you.”

Paige rolled her eyes, stepping aside. “Great. Can’t wait.”

Aubrey tossed her bag onto the chair and laughed. “Nah, I’m serious. Apparently half of them were drooling during practice.”

“Geez bruh,” Paige muttered, walking over to the bed and dropping onto it. “I already had one of them come at me outside just now.”

Aubrey blinked. “Wait, for real ?”

Paige nodded, pushing her hair back, still annoyed. “Yea. She almost ran into me, then acted like it was my fault. Got all up in my face like she was better than me.”

Aubrey’s eyes lit up. “Oh my god. Was she like kinda your height but a lil shorter ? Body is fit ? High bun? Brown eyes ? Tan skin ?”

Paige looked at her like she was psychic. “Sure. I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention to her biography.”

“That was Azzi,” Aubrey said, like it was obvious. “She’s like their golden girl.”

Paige scoffed. “Well their golden girl’s got a stick up her ass.”

Aubrey snorted. “What’d you say to her ?”

Paige leaned back against the wall, smirking despite herself. “Told her I’ve already been to hell. UConn’s just the next stop.”

Aubrey howled. “You’re such a menace.”

“She started it,” Paige said dryly. “Came at me like I owed her rent for walking near the building.”

Aubrey shook her head, still grinning. “God, this school is not ready for you.”

Paige stretched her legs out, her tone cooling again. “I’m not here to be liked. I’m here to win. That’s it.”

“Yea, well… you might end up doing both,” Aubrey said, eyes gleaming. “KK’s been pacing around like it’s christmas morning. Ice nearly jumped out the damn window when she saw your locker.”

Paige let out a short laugh. “At least somebody’s normal.”

Aubrey nodded. “Speaking of not normal—practice today’s a joint one.”

Paige sat up. “With who ?”

“The guys.”

“Fucking hell,” Paige muttered, dragging a hand down her face. “You deadass ?”

“Yea. You good with that ?”

Paige didn’t answer right away. Her jaw clenched, then loosened. “Whatever. I’ll survive.”

Aubrey gave her a long look but didn’t push it. Paige appreciated that.

“Anyway,” she said, heading for the door, “next time you run into Azzi, try not to murder each other.”

Paige smirked without humor. “No promises.”

Once she was alone again, Paige leaned back against the mattress, her arms folded behind her head, eyes on the ceiling. She wasn’t here to make friends. She didn’t need them. 

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The walk to the basketball facility was quiet, and full of muscle memory Paige hadn’t realized she still carried. Same bounce in her step. Duffel slung low on her shoulder. Same pre-practice tension tingling in her limbs. Only this time, she wasn’t wearing gamecock colours. She was now a Husky. 

The doors to the facility swung open automatically, a blast of cool air hitting her flushed cheeks as she stepped in and that’s when she saw him.

Marcus Reed.

He was walking in from the opposite side lot, headphones around his neck, gym bag slung low, hoodie bunched around his elbows. His jaw tensed the second their eyes locked across the lobby.

Fucking perfect.

Paige didn’t look away. Didn’t blink. Just kept walking. And of course, he slowed his steps, timing it perfectly so they hit the entrance hallway at the exact same moment.

“Wow,” Marcus said, voice dry and low. “Look what the fucking wind dragged in.”

Paige smiled tightly, not stopping. “I could say the same about you.”

Marcus huffed a laugh, stepping sideways to block her path just before the double doors to the gym. “Still acting like you’re better than everybody, huh ?”

“I am better than you,” Paige shot back. “Always have been.”

He scoffed, stepping even closer. “Yea ? Then why you here ? Coulda gone pro. But nah you just had to crawl to uconn for more attention, huh ?”

Paige’s jaw twitched. “You think I give a fuck about your little theories ?”

“I think you’re desperate. Washed up, maybe,” Marcus said, leaning in like he wanted her to flinch. “You ain’t special anymore, Bueckers. You’re old news.”

“Right,” Paige said, biting down a bitter smile. “That why your dumbass still riding the bench half the season ? You’re so busy tryna be Steph, but you shoot like Shaq.”

That wiped the smirk off his face fast.

He stepped in again, voice lower, angrier. “You’ve always had a fucking mouth on you.”

Paige didn’t back down. “And you’ve always had your dick in someone else’s girl.”

His face hardened.

There it was.

Years of buried shit, shoved under their old Hopkins jerseys, under the fake smiles at aau tournaments, under all the “yo, that’s my bro” posts and inside jokes.

All gone the second she found out he was sneaking around with her now ex-girl. Back when they were both still dumb enough to think that kind of betrayal could stay secret forever.

“You still salty over that ?” he said, fake-casual. “That was senior year.”

“You were supposed to be my fucking bestfriend.”

He shrugged. “She wanted me, not you. Don’t be mad at me cause you couldn’t keep her.”

Paige’s fists clenched before she even realized it. Her jaw locked so tight it made her temples throb.

“God, you’re such a fucking fuckwit,” she muttered.

“And you’re still a soft bitch who thinks rings make you untouchable.”

Paige stepped into his space now, just enough to make his smug mask falter. Her voice dropped into something colder, flatter, dead calm.

“If I ever catch you talking shit about me again, I swear to God, I will embarrass you so bad that they’ll take your name off the fucking roster.”

Marcus didn’t move. His jaw ticked. There was a flicker of something under the arrogance, maybe fear, maybe regret, maybe just plain ego getting bruised.

But he didn’t say anything.

Paige pushed past him, shoulder brushing his as she walked through the doors without another word.

Behind her, the air hung thick with everything they didn’t say. The broken trust. The years of silence. The scars that still stung.

Paige pushed through the doors of the locker room, her jaw still tight, fists still flexing like they hadn’t quite come down from the urge to swing.

Aubrey looked up from tying her laces, immediately catching the heat radiating off her. “Yo… wassup witchu ?”

“Nothing,” Paige muttered, voice sharp, heading straight to her locker.

Aubrey narrowed her eyes, standing up. “You sure ? You look like you’re ready to square up.”

Paige tossed her bag down, and started changing without looking up. “I said it’s nothing.”

“Mhm sure,” Aubrey said, dragging it out. “Nothing usually doesn’t make someone look like they’re seconds away from homicide.”

“I’m fine.”

Aubrey didn’t believe her but she knew better than to push when Paige’s voice got that tight. She gave her a small nod, grabbed her water bottle, and let it drop.

Minutes later, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed outside the locker room, followed by Geno’s voice booming through the corridor.

“Let’s go, ladies ! We’ve got a packed schedule and apparently, this is a historic day. So try not to trip over your egos on the way out.”

Laughter rippled through the room and the girls started filing out. Paige took a slow breath and followed, pulling her hoodie over her head, hair slicked back tight, expression tighter.

The men' s team was already warming up on the opposite end of the court. Paige clocked Marcus immediately but he wasn’t looking at her, but she could feel the weight of his ego lingering in the room like smoke.

“Alright, alright !” Geno clapped once and the entire group settled. “Since most of you already know what today is… for the two of you that don’t, it’s the start of the new pre-season, and yes, we’re doing something different this year.”

His eyes scanned the group until they landed on Paige. “This is Paige Bueckers, if any of you have been living under a rock. Two-time national champ, former naismith winner, first team all-american, and the newest addition to our team for her redshirt year. So treat her with respect, or don’t she’ll make you pay for it either way.”

There were a few low whistles, excited chatter from the sidelines. KK let out a whoop, Ice bumped fists with Paige.

Paige nodded once, silent, jaw still ticked tight. Geno continued like nothing was off.

“Today’s session is a combined run-through with the men’s team. Team-building, chemistry, a lil scrimmage. You know the drill. Play hard, play smart, don’t break each other’s ankles. And if I see any dumbass drama, I’m making you run suicides until your lungs give out.”

A few groans echoed, but everyone got into position.

Paige took her spot at the top of the key, dribbling lightly, just warming up. Her eyes flicked toward Marcus once, then back to the ball. Nothing else existed now. Not the tension. Not the history. Just the court.

“Let’s go,” she muttered under her breath, locking in.

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Both the teams were now mingled on the court, paired off for a coed scrimmage, jerseys flipped inside out to indicate teams.

Paige barely listened to the instructions. She didn’t need to. She’d run a thousand scrimmages like this, and it was all muscle memory by now. All that mattered was that Marcus was on the other team. And he was guarding her.

Of course he was.

Aubrey caught her eye as they lined up at center court. “You good ?”

“Never better,” Paige muttered, jaw tight.

The ball went up. The scrimmage started.

From the first play, Paige was already locked in. She caught the outlet pass, weaved through the defenders like she was floating, and dropped a clean jumper just inside the arc. Net. No rim.

Marcus smirked like he wasn’t fazed. “Cute. You practicing for open runs or tryna relive your glory days ?”

Paige didn’t answer and just jogged back with a stone-cold expression, already eyeing her next move.

On the next possession, Marcus got the ball at the wing. Paige switched onto him on a screen. His eyes lit up, cocky. He jab-stepped. She didn’t bite. He dribbled right. She mirrored. Tried to cross her but Paige poked the ball loose and snatched it with 1 hand before he could recover. Transition bucket. Layup. Easy.

“Oof,” KK muttered from the sideline, trying not to laugh.

Marcus scowled, jogging back. “You gonna reach all game ?”

Paige shook her head. “Only takes one when you’re that predictable.”

That lit something behind his eyes. On the next possession, he got her again, posting up high, trying to bully his way into the paint. Paige held her ground. He lowered his shoulder, tried to spin but Paige stripped him clean and took off the other way, no hesitation. Fast break. Pull-up 3.

Splash.

“Oh my god,” Ice shouted, hands to her head. “She’s cooking him so bad right now.”

Marcus’s jaw flexed so hard it looked like it might crack. He waved for the inbound, got the ball again, and called for an iso. Paige didn’t even blink.

“You sure you wanna try that again ?” she said, crouching low, eyes locked.

“Fuck around and find out,” Marcus gritted.

He dribbled hard left, crossed right, tried to get her off balance. Paige slid with him step-for-step. He rose for a jumper and Paige got a hand up, clean contest.

Clank.

Rebound.

As the ball swung back around to the offense, Paige caught it at the top again. She dribbled slow this time, baiting him. He was sweating now, jaw clenched.

“Thought I was washed,” she said casually.

Marcus didn’t answer.

She drove left, then stopped on a dime, hitting him with a snatch back that made him stumble a half step. Paige pulled up. Midrange. Money.

“Dayuuuuuummmm,” someone from the guys bench yelled.

The scrimmage didn’t stop. But everyone felt it now. This wasn’t just a practice anymore. This was war.

Next trip down, Marcus didn’t even wait for the offense to set, instead he barreled right into a drive, shoulder down. Paige stepped in to take the contact. Hard. Chest to chest. He knocked her off balance but not down. The whistle blew.

Offensive foul.

“Oh that’s fucken crazy,” Marcus snapped, spinning toward the ref.

“Lowered your shoulder,” Geno called out from the sideline. “Control your body or sit down.”

Paige shook out her arms, already walking it off. “Can’t guard me, can’t score on me. Anything else you wanna fail at today ?”

He turned on her. “You keep running your mouth like that, you’re gonna get humbled real quick.”

Paige’s smile was ice. “You had many years to do that. Still waiting.”

“Still mad over some girl ?”

She didn’t answer that time. Just stared at him like he wasn’t even worth words.

Ball in again. Paige caught it near the wing. This time, she didn’t wait for him to get set. She blew by him off 1 dribble, left him grabbing air, and kissed it off the glass with ease.

Another whistle. Timeout. Teams jogged to the sideline for water.

Marcus stomped past her, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his temples. “You think this proves something ?” he muttered under his breath. “It’s just prac.”

Paige didn’t even look at him. “Exactly. And you’re already getting cooked. Imagine if I actually gave a fuck.”

Aubrey slapped her shoulder as she came off the court. “Yooooo that was filthy.”

KK tossed Paige a towel, grinning. “I thought that boy was gonna cry.”

Paige exhaled, letting herself cool down for the first time in 10 mins. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, jaw finally unclenching.

Marcus was sitting on the opposite sideline now, bent over, elbows on knees, still breathing hard. He didn’t look at her.

Good.

Paige leaned back against the wall, heartbeat still steady. Let them talk. Let them whisper. She hadn’t come to uconn for headlines, for reunions, or for revenge.

But that last part sure felt good.

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The whistle blew again sharp, 2 quick blasts that echoed off the walls.

“That’s it !” Geno barked, clapping twice as the last possession wound down. “Good run, good energy, nobody died. I’ll call that a win.”

Groans and laughter spread through the court. SHoes squeaked lazily as the players came down from the intensity, sweat dripping, shoulders sagging. Someone tossed a ball up from half-court, missing the basket entirely and triggering a chorus of boos.

“Hydrate, stretch, and get the hell outta the gym before I remember y’all still owe me suicide drills from last season,” Geno added, already turning toward his clipboard.

The teams began to drift together toward the center circle, slowly exchanging tired fist bumps and high-fives, some still catching their breath. Paige stayed back a moment, tugging at her practice jersey, sweat slicking her temples. Her fingers still tingled with adrenaline. Her shoulders buzzed from the inside out.

She didn’t need to look over to know Marcus had kept his distance for the rest of the scrimmage. After that last blow-by, he stopped calling for her switch. Stopped talking. She’d taken the air out of him, point by point, play by play.

And everyone saw it.

As the group clustered at center court, Paige moved in, giving quiet nods, tossing lazy high-fives to her teammates, a couple of the guys she didn’t know yet. She gave Aubrey a crooked smirk and bumped her knuckles.

Then Marcus stepped forward, hand out, expression unreadable.

Paige’s eyes flicked to him for only half a second which was just long enough to acknowledge he existed then passed him. She didn’t break stride. Didn’t lift her hand. Just walked right by.

His hand hung in the air a second too long before he dropped it with a clenched jaw.

Aubrey caught it. 

She glanced between them, mouth quirking like she wanted to laugh but knew better. She jogged to catch up with Paige, who was already halfway to the exit.

“Damn,” Aubrey said under her breath. “You really hit him with the ghosted high-five ? That’s cold.”

Paige didn’t look over. “Didn’t see him.”

Aubrey let out a low chuckle. “Bro, he was standing right there.”

“Nope,” Paige said, cool and calm. “Must’ve missed him. Just like he missed every shot.”

Aubrey wheezed. “Yo, chill—he might cry in the locker room.”

“Not my problem.”

The locker room was a blur of steamy showers and exhausted chatter. Paige peeled off her soaked jersey, her body humming with that familiar post-game fire. She didn’t say much. Just changed, grabbed her water, and dipped early.

As she stepped outside the facility, she paused, standing on the steps of the facility, eyes drifting toward the horizon as campus started glowing in that golden dusk haze.

She took a breath, rolled her neck out, and cracked a small, private smile.

Welcome to uconn.

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[propertyofwicked]

SCANDALOUS - OP

summary - in which oscar discovers what type of books his girlfriend is actually reading

warnings: 18+ allusions to smut, but mostly fluff

this is my first oscar piece and i am considering a part 2! lemme know what you think! <3 (also sorry for disappearing my life has been all over the place)

masterlist the playlist

as they arrived at the silverstone track, oscar and y/n could feel the palpable anticipation in the air. navigating through the crowds was something y/n could only compare to her idea of personal hell. people everywhere, sporting the bright colours of different teams, people approaching the two of them, holding out hats and phones for oscar to sign. if this was friday, y/n hated to think what the rest of the weekend would be like - hopefully she could arrive later than oscar and avoid the hustle and bustle.

"are you going to be okay here?" oscar asked softly, concern evident in his eyes, as he led the two of them into mclaren hospitality. he wasn’t blind, if anything he could read her emotions better than he could read his own - he knew she was overwhelmed, but not quite at breaking point.

"yeah, i've got my book and headphones,” y/n replied, patting her bag quickly, “i'll find a quiet spot,” she added with a nod, giving him a reassuring smile.

“i’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” he asked her again, holding her wrists softly in his hands.

“i’ll be here,” she replied, still smiling as she stepped up onto her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips.

y/n watched as oscar left, before turning on her heel and trying to find a cosy corner, tucked away from the commotion where she could read her book in peace. and as she sat with her back to the wall, she couldn’t help but feel grateful that no one could walk behind her and glimpse at what she was reading. her flushed cheeks may slightly give it away to anyone who recognised the book, but as she flipped through the pages she was met with nothing but pure, indulgent smut. it was a guilty pleasure that she seldom admitted to enjoying, and whilst she was more than content with oscar, she was too shy to admit she’d want him to do more than half of the acts she reads about.

maybe next time, she should bring a murder mystery book with her, instead of reading 82 pages of unforgiving sex scenes that are described in such detail that she could almost imagine how oscar would recreate it beautifully - yeah, maybe not the right thing to be reading at your boyfriend’s place of work.

“hi,” a voice interrupted, causing y/n to jump quickly as she looked up to see one of the hospitality staff stood in front of her, “i was just wondering if we would be able to steal this chair? i can find you somewhere else to sit - it’s just a guest would like to sit here.”

“of course,” y/n replied, smiling up at the nervous girl before moving to shove everything back into her bag, “i probably should go on a walk anyways.”

“thank you so much, and sorry for making you move - the guest is a sponsor, so they expect us to move heaven and earth to accommodate them,” the employee added with a grin.

“i understand,” y/n replied, laughing lightly as she stood, “your hair is so beautiful by the way.”

“thank you,” the girl smiled, blushing at the compliment.

oscar had been engrossed with his team, discussing strategy and making adjustments for the practice session, when he realised it had been several hours since he’d seen his girlfriend. and once the practice session had finally ended, with a full team debrief, he made it his mission to find her.

"have you seen y/n around?" oscar inquired casually, glancing over at lando who had walked into hospitality with him.

"yeah, she was sitting in the corner over there," lando chuckled, gesturing towards the quieter section of the hospitality area, “….but she’s not there anymore,” he added, trailing off as he noticed the empty chair.

"thanks mate, glad you’ve still got those keen observational skills," oscar replied sarcastically, “don’t know what i’d do without you around.”

“hey! i was just telling you where i last saw her!” lando defended, holding his hands up, ”she’s probably in a quiet corner somewhere, reading that book. she’s probably the only person that didn’t notice i’d even walked in earlier ‘cos she was nose deep in it.”

“sounds about right,” oscar hummed, pulling his phone out to shoot her a quick where are you text.

sure enough, oscar found y/n in a quieter corner, still engrossed in her book. he approached her quietly and gently tapped her shoulder. y/n looked up, removing her headphones and quickly closing the pages before smiling warmly at him.

"hey there, lost track of time?" oscar asked, sitting down beside her, pulling his legs up to his chest as his back leant on the wall.

y/n nodded, "yeah, i guess i did. how was practice?"

"pretty good," oscar replied, "we made some solid improvements. what about you? what are you reading?"

y/n hesitated for a moment, a flicker of defensiveness crossing her expression. "oh, it's just a book. nothing special."

oscar raised an eyebrow, sensing her reluctance to share. "come on, it can't be that bad. is it some secret spy novel or something?"

y/n chuckled nervously. "no, nothing like that. just... personal. i'll tell you about it later, maybe."

"alright, fair enough," he replied, "ready to head back to the hotel?"

y/n sighed with relief. "yes please.”

“that bored, huh?” he asked as he stood, extending his arms to help pull her from the floor.

“not bored, just-”

“overwhelmed? hungry? eager to see me after a shower?”

“always.”

“good to know,” he added, draping his arm around her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her forehead, "you know, you're quite the mystery sometimes," he teased gently as they began to walk to the car.

"keeps things interesting, doesn't it?" y/n smirked, “no fun in being predictable.”

they arrived at the hotel room, and as they settled in, the atmosphere relaxed. y/n flopped down on the bed, and oscar joined her, laying his entire body on top of hers, her hands moving to stroke along his back softly.

"so, how's the book?" oscar asked again, with a playful glint in his eye.

y/n rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't suppress a smile. "it's good. maybe i'll let you read it someday."

"wow, such a privilege!" oscar feigned shock, “but how would i ever repay you for such an offer.”

"don't push your luck, piastri,” she replied, her arms grabbing his sides in attempt to push him off. he laughed, rolling to the side to lay next to her.

"alright, alright. i won't push. but seriously, thanks for coming with me today. it means a lot."

y/n's expression softened. "of course. i wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

oscar leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "i'm lucky to have you, you know that?"

y/n's eyes sparkled with affection. "i think we're both pretty lucky."

“i’d be even luckier if you let me read that book of yours,” he grinned.

"you're ridiculous.”

"only for you," he replied with a grin, his arm reaching across her waist for his fingers to draw circles into the skin of her stomach. his head dipped, trailing kissed along her clothed shoulder, until he was resting on his arm, hovering over her slightly, his lips finding their way to the skin of her neck.

“please,” he whispered, kissing along her jaw.

“fine,” y/n replied with a loud huff, pushing herself up from the bed to retrieve the book from her bag. oscar remained on the bed, resting on his side and using his arm to hold his head up as his eyes followed her across the room.

she launched the book at him, watching as it landed just shy of his stomach.

“come and join me,” he beckoned, shuffling himself up the bed, book in hand.

“i’d rather stand here, actually.”

“ok weirdo.”

the room fell to a silence as oscar opened the book, choosing to open at a page in the middle.

“why is this all highlighte- oh. OH. oh wow,” he spoke aloud, grimacing slightly in between raising his eyebrows at the literature, “this is - is that even possible? how has he got her leg up there?”

“you can stop now,” y/n begged, climbing on the bed and stretching over in attempt to snatch the book from his hands.

“no, i don’t think i will,” he teased, raising the book above his head, though at an angle where he could still read it, “ ‘…..he said, grabbing my other leg and placing them both behind his head’ - this girl is flexible jesus.”

“oscar piastri you give me that book right now.”

“ok! ok!” he said defensively, “….on one condition.”

“…what?” y/n responded cautiously, noticing the way he smirked at her.

“you tell me, is this something you wanna try?” he asked, “the things in this book? is that what you want?”

“minus the kidnapping part….maybe?” she replied, fiddling with her fingers.

“maybe, huh?” he teased, placing the book to his side before grabbing her waist to pull her into him. y/n straddled his lap, though desperately tried to look anywhere but his face, desperate to hide the flush of her cheeks, only worsened by looking in his eyes.

“honestly, i just wanna know if im that flexible,” she replied with a laugh, still playing anxiously with her fingers whilst trying to fight against her own awkwardness.

“i know you can get at least one leg up there,” oscar joked, fingers tickling at her sides playfully, “although, you’re not very good at twister.”

“we have played twister ONCE. and i was drunk. you cannot hold that against me.”

“drunk or not, your foot was still dangerously close to going up my ass.”

“and yet no assholes were harmed.”

“speaking of.. does this book mention anyth-”

“if you think you are putting ANYTHING up there you are very much mistaken mr piastri,” y/n argued, holding his jaw in her hands to make her point clear.

“mr piastri? i prefer da-”

“NOPE! LA LA LA,” she interrupted, quickly covering her ears before he finished his sentence.

“im kidding, im kidding,” he laughed out breathlessly, holding on to her hips as his body shook with laughter, “so about this flexibility thing.”

“let me stretch first,” she told him, kissing his lips softly. y/n moved to climb off him, only half serious about stretching, but his hands stayed put on her waist, pulling her back into him. he kissed her again, a hand traveling up her body to rest on her jaw and he deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping her bottom lip briefly.

“no need, i know a good way to get you warmed up,” he told her cheekily, his lips returning to her neck once more, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.

“oh really?” she replied, her eyebrows raising at the suggestion, “please, go on. tell me more.”

[lunnefisk]

everything wrong with elon musk's dogshit elden ring build

elon musk recently bought a blatantly boosted poe2 account and started trying to pretend he knew what he was talking about with it. while you could definitely in part put this down to... his general... everything... i think this was influenced by his elden ring build getting roasted a while back.

@luciferhimshelf has prompted me to go through his build and pick apart everything i see wrong, because while i think people get the general idea it's horrendous, i really want to go through it ALL

ALRIGHT. some of these are excusable first playthrough mistakes, and some of them are fucking baffling

he's in the mountaintops of the giants with 1009 hp. this is WAY less than you should have by this point. for anyone curious, i used a build calculator to check and he hasn't kept the debuff from hugging fia, which is a shame because it would have been very funny

he has 31 vigor, which governs your health. the general agreed end point for your build is 60 vigor, which bring you to 1900 hp. he also has a talisman equipped that gives you +5 vigor, endurance, strength and dex, MEANING HIS ACTUAL STAT IS 26 VIGOR. YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE 26 VIGOR AT THIS POINT

the spirit summons are... strange. having three equipped at all times is a really odd decision. two of them, Skeletal Militia (1) and Banished Knight Oleg (3) are reasonable choices, though by this point you really could have replaced them with something better - especially skeletal militia. the middle one, Marionette Soldiers (2), is more odd, but it's not a shit-tier choice. the odd thing here really is that he has three summons in his hotbar and no healing flasks - which i assume are in the quick access. i'd love to see his split of hp and fp heals too, because of the next one...

38 mind is a really strangely high amount to have. you don't need this much, ever. the only reason you might need this much is if your only spellcasting staff is lusat's glintstone staff (which is the one he is using), because it makes all your spells more expensive in exchange for dealing more damage. this should not be the only staff he is using.

and i know it's the only one he uses because for some reason he seems to be equipping all his weapons at once. i actually did this on my first playthrough of a souls game so i can't trash talk this one that much but it is still really fucking strange, ESPECIALLY WHEN HE IS HEAVY ROLLING IN THIS IMAGE. WHY IS HE HEAVY ROLLING WITH THE +5 ENDURANCE TALISMAN EQUIPPED

the more things i point out, the more inevitable i feel my descent into madness will become

why does he have two shields

i can understand multiple weapons. i don't like it but i understand it. two shields makes no sense. you should never have two shields

"oh but lunne maybe he has two shields because one parries" both of his shields are uninfused, and their base ash of war is weapon skill.

there is no reason to have two shields equipped.

i'm going to try and push past the fact he has two shields equipped, and move onto the weapons and spells

the weapons themselves are reasonable choices - rogier's rapier is a free weapon pre upgraded with a nice ash of war, and moonveil is a very powerful weapon and he has an intelligence build. this makes sense.

however, i would be an idiot if i did not point out that the reason elon musk is running an intelligence build, is absolutely 100% without a doubt because he thinks he is intelligent.

68 (62+6 from the helmet) is an odd choice - there is a spell that requires this amount, however i am not convinced he was smart enough to find it. if i had to guess, i would say he is probably just working toward 99

with this in mind, i looked at his spell choices. i can make out that he is running zamor ice storm, night comet, magic glintblade, comet, and loretta's greatbow. (i found out there is a wider crop of the image after scrutinising it, and it turns out i was right anyway)

these are extremely odd choices for your five spell slots.

the fact he has five spell slots really is the piece de resistance here. the funniest thing about this whole image. i'm sorry i put it off, but i really had to savour this.

you get two spell slots at the start of the game. one is bought at the roundtable hold. one drops from the red wolf of radagon, a mandatory boss on a casual playthrough taking on every legacy dungeon they find. a fifth one drops from demi-human queen maggie, in mt gelmir near where he would have been doing a quest to get that staff.

all the other memory stones are acquired through puzzles.

he is running an intelligence build because he thinks he's smart, but he could not solve a single puzzle.

he also took a photo of the screen instead of a screenshot.

[stlllle]

Squid game Season 2 as parents--headcanons

Characters included: Seong Gi-hun (456) Front Man / In-ho (001) Cho Hyun-ju (120) Lee Myung-gi (333) Park Yong-sik (007) Kang Dae-ho (388) Kim Jun-hee (222) Gyeong-seok (246) Thanos (230)

--part2: Nam-gyu (124) Min-su (125) Recruiter (Ddakji man) Hwang Jun-ho (the cop) Total word count: Around 7,000 words(part 1 and 2) Note: This is my personal interpretation of the characters based on the show + some headcanon freedom! Not official canon. Requests: If you like this and want me to write for other characters or scenarios, my requests are open! Feel free to ask 💌 Masterlist –[link]

Seong Gi-hun//Player 456

Gi-hun as a dad… girl… he’s a mix between “the class clown at PTA meetings” + “trauma-ridden man with chronic guilt syndrome” + “trying desperately to be better than his own father ever was.” 😭

He’s the type of dad who… in theory… thinks he’s gonna be super responsible… but in reality… he’s an absolute walking disaster.

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

He loves you. In this messy, chaotic, but very real way.

From the pregnancy days, he was the guy crying at the first ultrasound, freaking out while picking baby clothes, probably buying a changing table he doesn’t even know how to assemble.

He’s constantly hovering over you like:

“Do you want me to bring you something? Fruit? Water? Should I massage your feet? Wait… do I even know how to do that?”

(Spoiler: he doesn’t lol.)

But once the baby is born… chaos officially begins.

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Gi-hun with a newborn:

- KING of panic attacks.

He holds the baby like it’s made of glass.

If the baby makes even the smallest weird noise at 3 AM?

He’s shaking you awake like:

“Are they breathing? Wait—are they breathing?? Babe? LOOK—ARE THEY BREATHING??”

And you’re like:

“Gi-hun… it’s three in the freaking morning…”

But despite the paranoia…

He’s there… rocking the baby, singing stupid little songs, making up dumb rhymes.

When the baby cries for hours?

He cries too. Literally.

“Why are they crying? I’m trying… I swear I’m trying…”

So now you have TWO babies to calm down: the actual newborn… and Gi-hun himself 😭

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Gi-hun with a toddler (2-5 years old):

This is his peak “parent-who-plays-more-than-the-kid” phase.

Lying on the floor to play with toy cars, building block castles, letting the kid ride on his back like a horse…

At birthday parties?

He’s the adult who’s inside the bouncy castle with the kids… getting yelled at by the staff.

He’s super protective but still lets the kid climb trees… and then panics the whole time watching from below.

If the kid throws a tantrum?

Gi-hun’s just as dramatic.

You’re the only rational one in the household.

“No, babe… we can’t give them ice cream at 10 PM…”

“But… look at that little face… how am I supposed to say no…?”

Spoiler: He gives the ice cream anyway… secretly.

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Gi-hun and the trauma:

There are days when he freezes…

Nights when he wakes up sweating from nightmares.

You’ll find him on the balcony sometimes… staring into the distance, smoking, with that empty expression.

He’ll never tell you the details… but you know.

You know there’s pain behind the goofy smiles.

Fear of being a bad dad…

Fear of failing his child…

Fear of repeating past mistakes.

In moments like that, you just hug him from behind and whisper:

“You’re here… and that’s already more than a lot of people.”

And he melts… every time.

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Gi-hun and school events:

He shows up to EVERY school meeting.

He’s the dad screaming from the bleachers at soccer games.

Makes posters for science fairs.

Will 100% fight other parents if needed.

He texts you random photos from the playground like:

"Our baby’s growing up so fast 😭😭😭"

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Summary of Gi-hun as a dad:

Messy

Emotional

Overprotective

Slightly irresponsible… but with the purest heart

Randomly kisses you while holding the baby in one arm

Makes dumb promises like:

“When they grow up… we’re ALL going to Disneyland… I swear.”

With all his flaws…

At the end of the day… he’s the kind of dad that makes you look at him and think:

“He’s a disaster… but he’s MY disaster.”

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Front Man / In-ho //Player 001

Omg… where do we even START with this man 😭

In-ho as a dad is… complicated.

He’s the definition of "emotionally repressed, overprotective, lowkey terrifying, but secretly soft deep deep DEEP down."

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re basically the emotional glue holding this family together.

If it weren’t for you… this man would be a disaster raising a child.

From the pregnancy announcement… he didn’t react the way most people would.

You told him you were pregnant and he just…

Paused. Looked at the floor. Said nothing.

You thought he was mad at first…

But what actually happened?

He stayed up the whole night sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, spiraling with intrusive thoughts about becoming his own father.

He’s terrified.

Terrified of messing up.

Terrified of loving something… and then losing it.

But when the baby was born…

Something cracked.

When he held them for the first time, his hands shook.

And that was the first time you saw him cry silently… with that deadpan face… but with tears falling down.

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In-ho with a newborn:

He’s cold… but meticulous.

Knows EXACTLY how many milliliters the baby drank.

Tracks nap times on a spreadsheet.

Knows the optimal room temperature for safe sleep.

If the baby makes even the smallest cough?

He’s already calling the pediatrician.

“They’ve coughed three times in the last hour. Is that normal? Should we come in? Should I bring them to the ER?”

He’s not affectionate…

But he watches from the doorway when you rock the baby to sleep.

You’ll catch him sometimes just… standing there… staring.

Like he’s memorizing the image.

Just in case.

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In-ho with a toddler (2-5 years old):

Now… this is where it gets INTENSE.

He’s that parent who overcorrects for everything.

No junk food.

No staying up past bedtime.

No dangerous toys.

You once caught him READING MEDICAL JOURNALS about child development at 3AM.

When the kid falls and scrapes a knee?

He lifts them up like they’re made of glass and does a full injury inspection like it’s a crime scene.

He doesn’t say “I love you” often…

But he’ll tuck them in at night and just sit there, staring at them sleep… whispering things like:

“You’re safe… as long as I’m alive… you’re safe.”

Of course, the kid doesn’t hear that…

But you do.

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Front Man and discipline:

Strict AF.

If the kid talks back?

He just gives them The Look™ and the kid freezes instantly.

No yelling.

No threats.

Just that cold, disappointed glare that could make even an adult cry.

But when the kid gets scared of monsters under the bed?

He’ll sit there all night, flashlight in hand, doing a full "security sweep" of the room until the kid feels safe.

“There are no monsters. You’re safe. I checked.”

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In-ho and the trauma:

Oh, bestie… the trauma is LIVING AND BREATHING inside this man.

Sometimes you find him just… staring at his brother’s photo.

Or sitting alone in the dark, drinking, lost in thought.

There are nights when he wakes up gasping for air.

Times when he flinches if the kid cries too loud.

Moments when he zones out in the middle of playtime because a memory hit too hard.

But no matter what…

He always comes back to reality when he hears you or the kid calling for him.

Always.

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In-ho and school life:

He shows up at school events… but stays in the back.

Black suit, standing with arms crossed, terrifying all the other parents.

Teachers are scared of him.

Other dads avoid him.

The kids’ friends think your child has a mafia boss for a father.

But when the kid looks for him on stage…

He raises his hand… gives that tiny nod… and watches with pride that he’ll NEVER say out loud.

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Summary of In-ho as a dad:

Cold on the outside

Melting on the inside

Hyper vigilant

Protective to the point of being overbearing

Traumatized… but trying

Bad at words… but shows love through actions

Will 100% take a bullet for his kid without hesitation

Quietly stares at you and the child like you’re the only things keeping him alive

At the end of the day…

He’s the kind of dad who will never say “I love you” with words…

But will show it in every single action he takes.

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Cho Hyun-ju//Player 120

Hyun-ju as a mom is that whole “powerful queen, fiercely protective boss babe, but also super sweet and sensitive when it counts.” She’s been through a lot, and that shapes how she parents.

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

She sees you as her partner and best friend—someone who’s there for everything but knows when to set boundaries.

During the pregnancy, Hyun-ju was all about self-care, reading up on everything, making sure the baby’s environment was perfect.

She’s involved in every detail but never loses her poise.

No one messes with you or the baby on her watch.

Always protective, always solid.

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Hyun-ju with a newborn:

She’s super practical and knows exactly what to do, but that doesn’t mean she lacks warmth.

Not the type to cry in the nursery, but intense in her care.

She can tell if the baby’s crying from hunger, tiredness, or a dirty diaper—and acts fast.

She’s got a rhythm with the baby, calm but always present.

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Hyun-ju with a toddler (2-5 years old):

This is where her “mama bear” side shines hard.

She’s fierce—anyone who messes with her kid better be ready for a showdown.

But she also knows how to have fun, making up games, telling stories, and turning the house into a safe, loving space.

She teaches her kid to be strong, to stand up for themselves, and never hide.

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Hyun-ju and trans motherhood:

Hyun-ju is super mindful about teaching her kid respect and authenticity.

She talks openly about diversity, empathy, and courage.

She teaches that the most important thing is to always be true to yourself.

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Hyun-ju and challenges:

She faces the world with grit, but some days she feels tired, insecure, reflecting on her past and the kid’s future.

Still, she never lets anyone see her weakness.

She’s a fortress you can lean on.

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Hyun-ju at school and community:

She’s the mom who goes to every meeting, talks to teachers, and fights to make sure her kid has the best possible environment.

She’s involved in social causes, showing her kid the importance of standing up for what’s right.

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Summary of Hyun-ju as a mom:

Strong and determined

Fiercely protective

Practical but warm

A warrior who passes on respect and authenticity

Has tough days but never gives up

An inspiration to everyone who knows her

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Lee Myung-gi//Player 333

Ah… Myung-gi… 😭 the ultimate “tired, anxious man with lowkey guilt complex and low self-esteem but secretly the biggest heart ever under layers of nerves.”

As a dad? A mix of overthinking + anxiety + genuine love he doesn’t know how to show properly.

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re the emotional center of the relationship… because Myung-gi… is always freaking out.

From the second you said “I’m pregnant,” he entered full-blown existential crisis mode.

“What if I mess this kid up? What if I’m a terrible dad? Should I go to therapy? Should I make more coffee?”

Spoiler: He made the coffee.

He googled everything:

Parenting tips

How to change diapers

“10 ways to avoid traumatizing your child”

He insisted on building the crib himself…

Cried halfway through…

You had to finish it 😭

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Myung-gi with a newborn:

He’s the dad who stays awake all night just to make sure the baby is breathing.

He doesn’t sleep. He observes.

Makes feeding charts.

Tracks every diaper change.

Creates a sleep graph.

If the baby hiccups… he thinks it’s some rare syndrome.

“Babe… what if it’s serious? Should we go to the hospital?”

You: “Myung-gi… it’s just a hiccup…”

But despite the panic… he’s so gentle.

Holds the baby like they’re the most precious thing in the world.

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Myung-gi with a toddler (2-5 years old):

He tries to be the fun dad… but he’s a disaster.

Tries to build blanket forts… but knocks them down.

Tries to do funny voices… but gets too shy halfway.

He cries secretly when the kid draws their first family picture.

Keeps EVERYTHING:

First letter

First flower they picked for him

First stick-figure drawing

He has a secret box full of these memories.

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Myung-gi and the trauma:

He carries a lot of guilt.

So much shame from his past.

Nightmares.

Feels like an impostor… like he doesn’t deserve this life with you and the baby.

Some days he shuts down… gets quiet… distant.

You have to remind him that he’s a good dad. That he’s breaking the cycle.

And when you say that… he cries. For real.

Hugs you tight.

Keeps repeating:

“Thank you… thank you for not giving up on me…”

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Myung-gi and sweet moments:

He loves holding the kid in his arms while playing soft music.

Loves giving little forehead kisses.

Packs overly elaborate lunchboxes (even if the kid just wants plain cheese sandwiches).

He’s the dad who puts cute notes in the lunchbox:

“Daddy loves you. Have a great day ❤️”

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Myung-gi at school:

Goes to every parent-teacher meeting, nervous with a tiny notebook to jot down EVERYTHING.

Stutters when speaking to teachers.

Feels intimidated by other parents.

But at the end of the day… he looks at you and says:

“We’re doing okay… right?”

And you reply:

“We’re doing great.”

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💗 Summary of Myung-gi as a dad:

Anxious

Overly worried

Super careful

Awkwardly affectionate but 100% genuine

Cries over everything

Constantly scared of messing up… but loves more than he can say

Deep down… one of the most dedicated dads you’ll ever meet.

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Park Yong-sik//Player 007)

Yong-sik as a dad is the perfect mix of:

“dad jokes + soft heart + zero sense of danger + loves with every fiber of his being but shows it in the most chaotic ways.”

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re basically the brain of the relationship.

Because Yong-sik… runs on pure impulse.

The day you told him you were pregnant?

He paced around the house like a madman, yelling:

“OH MY GOD I’M GONNA BE A DAD AAAAAH— wait… how do I change a diaper??”

He 100% cried at the first ultrasound…

But pretended it was “just allergies.”

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Yong-sik with a newborn:

He’s clumsy as hell.

Spills bottles, loses pacifiers, trips over his own feet at 2AM trying to get to the crib.

But he also NEVER stops talking to the baby.

Does silly voices.

Makes up dumb songs on the spot.

“Who’s the cutest baby in the world? Who? YOUUUUUU!”

(Meanwhile, you’re just sitting there watching him act like a clown at 4AM 😭)

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Yong-sik with a toddler (2-5 years old):

This is his favorite phase.

He’s THE FUN DAD.

Takes the kid to the park

Teaches how to ride a bike

Sets up backyard picnics

Buys junk food behind your back and gives it to the kid before dinner 😭

If the kid falls and gets a scratch?

He’s more dramatic than the kid.

“OH NO! WE NEED MEDICAL ASSISTANCE!!!”

(Spoiler: It’s just a tiny scrape.)

Also, he’s king of bedtime stories…

But always makes up the weirdest endings.

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Yong-sik and his soft side:

Behind the clown energy… is a man who loves his family with everything he’s got.

Sometimes… when he thinks you’re not looking…

He stares at you and the kid with that goofy, lovestruck smile.

He saves every drawing, records the first steps, takes a million photos…

Sends videos to the family group chat like:

“LOOK WHAT MY BABY DID TODAY!!!”

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Yong-sik and fear of failing:

Some days… reality hits him.

He gets quieter.

More thoughtful.

Watches parenting videos on his phone… wondering if he’s doing enough.

You always have to remind him:

“You’re doing way better than you think.”

Then he tears up a little…

Covers it with a joke…

And hugs you tight.

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Yong-sik at school:

He’s the dad who shows up late to parent-teacher conferences…

With coffee in hand… sweating because he ran there last minute.

But he NEVER misses one.

Loudest cheerleader at school games.

Screams the kid’s name like it’s the World Cup final.

Other parents think he’s a bit much…

But the kid? LOVES him.

Sees him as a hero.

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Summary of Yong-sik as a dad:

Clumsy

Fun

Dramatic

Super affectionate

A little irresponsible… but with the purest heart

Lives for the kid’s smile

Does everything he can to be the best dad possible

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Kang Dae-ho//Player 388

Dae-ho as a dad is the perfect example of:

“Big tough-looking man with working man’s hands… but holds the baby like they’re made of glass.”

He’s the kind of guy people see and think:

“Wow… he looks scary…”

But at home? Pure angel energy.

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Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re his balance.

He’s the type to bottle everything up… thinking he has to be strong all the time…

But with you?

He breaks down sometimes.

When you told him you were pregnant…

He said nothing at first. Just hugged you tight.

His hands trembled a little…

And he whispered:

“I’ll do my best… I promise…”

He spent the whole pregnancy spoiling you.

Carried all the bags.

Took you to every appointment.

Read about gentle births… about breastfeeding… everything.

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Dae-ho with a newborn:

The first time he held the baby…

He cried. No shame at all.

He’s the dad who just stares at the baby sleeping for hours.

Puts them on his chest for naps.

Sings softly… with his deep, raspy voice… to soothe them.

Changes diapers with the most delicate touch.

If the baby starts crying?

He walks around the house holding them, whispering:

“It’s okay… daddy’s here…”

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Dae-ho with a toddler (2-5 years old):

Absolute comedy.

Imagine a nearly two-meter-tall man crouching to play house or color on the floor.

He lets the kid paint his nails.

Lets them put a princess tiara on him.

Plays horsey without complaining.

If the kid trips?

He sprints like it’s a life-or-death emergency.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Where? Let me see…”

But he NEVER yells.

NEVER loses patience.

Always calm. Always gentle.

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Dae-ho and the trauma:

He carries so much sadness.

Scared of repeating old mistakes…

Scared of not being enough.

Sometimes you find him sitting in the dark, holding the kid, eyes full of unshed tears.

He has nightmares.

Startles at loud noises.

But having you and the kid…

That’s what keeps him going.

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Dae-ho and everyday life:

He’s the dad who wakes up early to make breakfast.

Straps the kid into a high chair and chats with them while making pancakes.

Loves bedtime stories…

But always forgets the endings and makes up his own.

Also… KING of bear hugs.

If the kid’s sad?

He picks them up, holds them tight, rubs their back… until the tears stop.

---

Dae-ho at school:

He looks like a personal bodyguard at school events.

Everyone’s scared of him…

But kids LOVE him.

He’s the dad who carries the kid on his shoulders during school trips.

Takes a million photos.

Screams:

“THAT’S MY KID!!!”

during school plays.

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Summary of Dae-ho as a dad:

The biggest softie ever

Cries but pretends he’s tough

Overprotective

Super patient

Does everything with love

Has trauma… but fights every day to be better

The ultimate “Papa Bear” ❤️

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Kim Jun-hee//Player 222

Jun-hee as a mom is peak “tiny, bubbly mom who laughs a lot, super excited about everything, but also knows how to put her foot down when needed.”

She’s got full-on sunshine energy.

The kind of mom who still talks to the kid like a baby… even when they’re like… 7 years old 😭.

---

Dynamic with you (the reader - male reader):

She’s OBSESSED with you.

Always calling you “my love,” “the most handsome dad in the world,” “my hero” in front of the kid.

She LOVES seeing you holding the baby.

Whenever she catches you snuggling with the newborn… she MELTS.

Secretly takes pictures… sends them to her friends.

“Look at him… my big softie with the baby 😭😭😭”

You two have that playful couple vibe:

You: “Babe… you spoiled the kid too much today…”

Her: “And I’m gonna spoil them again tomorrow 😤”

---

Jun-hee with a newborn:

She’s super patient.

Breastfeeds with care, sings lullabies, always stroking the baby’s head.

If the baby cries, she picks them up immediately, swaying side to side with her softest voice:

“Shhh… mommy’s here… it’s okay, my little love…”

Also… LOVES co-sleeping with the baby snuggled between you two.

---

Jun-hee with a toddler (2-5 years old):

She becomes the kid’s best friend.

Does their hair (even if it’s a boy lol), paints nails with washable paint, teaches them TikTok dances.

She’s the mom who shows up at school with bear-shaped lunchboxes.

Makes bunny-faced rice balls.

Writes little lunchbox notes like:

“Love you, my baby! ❤️ From Mommy.”

Always arrives at school events all dressed up, with the biggest smile… proud to be the coolest mom there.

---

Jun-hee and her insecure moments:

As happy as she seems… sometimes she gets scared she’s not doing enough.

Late at night, she’ll curl up next to you while the baby sleeps…

Rest her head on your shoulder… and let it all out.

And you’re her safe place.

The guy who holds her hand and says:

“You’re doing amazing… I couldn’t have picked a better mom for our kid…”

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Summary of Jun-hee as a mom:

Super outgoing

Over-the-top affectionate

Professional kid-spoiler

Slightly extra… but only because she loves so hard

Your biggest fan

Best parenting partner

Constantly taking pics of you and the baby (and melting every time)

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Gyeong-seok//Player 246

Gyeong-seok as a dad is literally the definition of:

“Grumpy, deep voice, resting bitch face, soft-hearted but acting like it’s a federal secret.”

He’ll deny it until the day he dies… but he’s totally obsessed with his family.

---

Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re the only person who truly gets him.

When you told him you were pregnant, he just stood there… staring at you like:

“…You’re serious?”

Deep down… he was happy.

But pride said: NO EMOTIONS ALLOWED.

During your pregnancy, he pretended not to care…

But he left work early for every doctor’s appointment.

Bought all the baby stuff… but complained the whole time just to keep his tough-guy image:

“This stupid stroller was way too expensive… but whatever… at least it’s safe.”

---

Gyeong-seok with a newborn:

Held the baby for the first time looking full-on panicked like:

“This is… really small… and breathing weird… is that normal? Are you sure that’s normal?”

But stayed up all night checking on the baby’s breathing.

Sat in the corner of the room… phone flashlight on… just watching them sleep.

And when he thought you weren’t looking…

He kissed the baby’s forehead… real quick… then pretended it never happened.

---

Gyeong-seok with a toddler (2-5 years old):

The KING of sarcastic dad jokes.

If the kid throws a tantrum:

“Oh great. The drama’s starting again. Just like your mom/dad.”

(Meanwhile, he’s already scooping the kid up mid-sentence 😭)

He’s the dad who:

Pretends he doesn’t know how to play… but totally does.

Complains about going to the park… but always goes.

Grumbles about blanket forts… but still builds them.

If the kid gets a scratch?

Full emergency mode.

Carries them like fragile glass and rushes to the hospital… for a paper cut.

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Gyeong-seok and the trauma:

This man… has issues.

Stays up at night… worrying he’ll mess everything up.

Thinking about his past mistakes and trauma.

You’ve caught him crying softly in the living room more than once…

And he always blames it on “allergies.”

---

Gyeong-seok’s secret soft moments:

He LOVES when the kid calls him “daddy.”

But will NEVER admit it.

Keeps that grumpy face…

But inside? Melted.

Buys random treats for the kid… in secret.

Lets them paint his nails (ONLY at home where no one sees 😤).

Does bedtime stories with a monotone voice…

But ends up doing different voices for characters without realizing.

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Summary of Gyeong-seok as a dad:

Grumpy

Sarcastic

Full-on tsundere

Overprotective as hell

Always says he doesn’t care… but cares more than anyone

Loves hard but doesn’t know how to show it

Will do literally anything for the kid… while complaining the whole time 😭❤️

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Thanos//Player 230

Thanos as a dad is… a walking disaster.

Literally: “I have no idea what I’m doing but I’m trying SO HARD OKAY?!”

He’s stuck in a permanent state of anxiety.

Always convinced he’s failing…

But deep down… he’s giving it everything he’s got.

---

Dynamic with you (the reader):

You’re literally his human Xanax.

The only person on Earth who can calm him down and stop him from having a full mental breakdown.

The day you told him you were pregnant?

Panic mode: ACTIVATED.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? WE’RE HAVING A BABY??? I CAN’T EVEN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!!!”

He spent all 9 months watching parenting videos.

Made spreadsheets for feeding schedules.

Read like… 200 articles on newborn care.

Still panicked every single day:

“What if I drop the baby? What if I forget the kid at the store??? WHAT IF I MESS EVERYTHING UP???”

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Thanos with a newborn:

He froze the first time he held the baby.

Like… full-on, wide-eyed, barely breathing.

But then…

He became the king of skin-to-skin.

Always lying with the baby on his chest… stroking their tiny back… trembling with nerves but hopelessly in love.

He’s the dad who wakes up every 10 minutes at night just to check if the baby’s breathing.

If the baby sneezes?

Thanos assumes it’s pneumonia.

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Thanos with a toddler (2-5 years old):

Still panicking.

Every new phase is a brand new reason for an existential crisis.

First fall?

He cried with the kid.

First word?

He recorded it.

First day of school?

He stood outside… hiding… making sure the kid was okay.

Also… SO clingy.

Hugs too much.

Kisses too much.

Can’t say no to bedtime stories… ends up reading like five in a row.

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Thanos and the fear of being a bad dad:

This is his biggest fear.

Some nights… he cries in the bathroom…

Thinking he’s failing…

Thinking the kid deserves a better dad.

You’re always there to remind him:

“Look how much our kid loves you… look at that smile… you’re everything they need.”

Then he’ll fall apart in your arms…

Cry it out…

And go back to loving that kid with everything he’s got.

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His soft (and super intense) side:

He’s the dad who:

Writes little letters for the kid to keep

Saves every drawing

Takes photos of EVERYTHING

Gets emotional just watching the kid sleep

Buys way too many toys… then complains about the mess

And he says “I love you” at least 20 times a day.

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Summary of Thanos as a dad:

Totally anxious

Insecure

Overthinker

Super clingy

Big crier

Loves with every fiber of his being

Does everything for the kid’s happiness

An imperfect dad… with the biggest, softest heart 😭❤️

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Part 2

[priscilladawn]

Businessman!Leon flying to LA for a conference, only to stumble upon Reader sitting next to him at the airport terminal! <3

Crossing his ankle over a knee, looking around at the busy yet familiar environment of New Yorks most notorious airport; JFK. Many sitting and enjoying a few minutes of tranquility before boarding, others arguing with vulnerable staff, but only one looking around at everything just like him.

A young girl, no older than a teenager, looking around with dazed sparkling eyes like this airport was the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Straight posture, childish smile on her face, bouncing her legs in such a fast manner it seemed as if she was about to explode.

“You look a little too young to be traveling by yourself…How old are you sweetheart?” Leon questioned, eyebrows slightly furrowing—But not in a mad way, more of a ‘do your parents know you’re here?’ Way.

“Old enough that my parents let me travel alone…” She playfullt replied, dragging her words, childish smile now turning into a cheeky smirk, not being able to resist the giggle that fell between her lips. Turned to the side, hands on her knees, eyes playful.

“Ah—Smart, I’ll give you that.” He added with a chuckle, elbow against the hand rest, fingers holding his chin up. “First time on a plane?”

“Second!” She chirped, tweeted like a bird. “My first was when I came to New York, now this is my second, because I’m going back home.” Tilting her head to the side, providing silly information he hadn’t asked for. Not like Leon minded it one bit, it was cute. Especially with how happy she sounded.

An announcement blared over the intercom, announcing that gate was finally boarding after what felt like hours. It was all illegible mumbles, but everyone else was standing up, including Leon, so she followed cluelessly.

“Exciting. Enjoy the trip alright sweetheart? Don’t talk to any creeps like me.” He joked with a laugh, adjusting his sunglasses slightly, grabbing the handle of his expensive suitcase before walking away without another word. Passport and coffee in hand. Leon was first in line, handing the worker his ticket, causing the poor girl working to do a double take, about to speak up before she was cut off.

“Upgrade her seat, right next to mine. I don’t care how much, give yourself a nice tip while you’re at it.”Leon demanded whilst digging though his Jean pocket, opening his wallet and placing that sleek black card between the attendants fingers. Snatching his ticket away without another question. There wasn’t anything to worry about, he knew he’d get his way.

Haha okay just something silly I typed up…Because this is how I met my hubby lol!!! Traveled to New York to tour around Columbia university’s campus before committing, and when I was flying home to LA, he upgraded my seat right next to his in first class! Anyways, stranger danger! Or else you’ll end up married a year later like me! <3 (P.S, Reader is 19! I apologize for not making it more clear, especially with the university description.)

[httpknjoon]

an awful good girl | myg

plot | that time in december of their tour where popstar!yn sang while sitting on santa's lap. (but who's santa anyway?)

w.c | 4K+

pairing | bass guitarist!yoongi x popstar!reader

genre | fluff, enemies to lovers

note | supposed to be another song but loved this one more. also, a little manhandling somewhere there... ps. i was listening to earth kitt's version of this song before switching. hence why some parts made it here.

main masterlist | series masterlist | want to request?

DAY 64 of Love Is.. On Tour

For your first December concert in Love Is... On Tour, you prepare a themed costume and performances for your fans. But a surprise song became the highlight tonight.

@.JUN0BABY: can someone tell me what's going on tonight??!?

@.t4asteme: WTF WDYM YN GAVE A LAP DANCE ON STAGE TONIGHT

--@.THEB0YISDIVIN3: she just sat on santa's lap

@.pov.yn: siri play that should be me by justin bieber

@.3435outro: as someone who's bi, idk if i'm jealous of yoongi or yn

@.FredInTheDrums: lol santa won tonight [insert picture from the stage]

@.0nlyangelz: her bassist is so hot i can't blame her 🥵

@.loveisviscious: lol how can they do shit like this

--@.BEDCHEMENTHUSIAST: ikr?! they are prolly really good friends

---@.YNFan37489265: we <3 that yn-yoongi friendship

But how did the concert even led to these tweets?

"Okay, band, gather in."

Before the band could go on their ride back to the hotel, Paul, the tour's wardrobe supervisor, called them to the wardrobe department's area. Exhausted from just performing, Yoongi slumped on the blue couch next to Noah, who was probably the only one still having the energy from the rest of the band.

"What's up?" Akio, the band's keyboardist, asked since she had been craving to go back to her bed.

Paul clapped his hands, "Okay, so you know that days from now is December. And we only have four concert dates left before the holiday break, right?"

The band members nod in answer.

"Good. So, each concert date will have different Christmas themes for these last dates. The first one will be Santa's workshop. And I just need you to pick your characters through the fishbowl method again." Paul explained, reaching for a cup filled with folded papers.

Having themed events is not really new with the band. During Halloween week, you did the same thing. You had two concerts then and decided to turn them into fun costume parties for your staff and fans. Yoongi, who was never lucky with the fishbowl method, got to be the Danny Zuko to your dreamy Sandy Olsson. They were only a week old on the tour at that time and the couple-costume made some rumors that eventually died down after you told the backstory during the same concert.

"Do you want to look at your characters or do you want it to be a surprise?" Paul asked.

Noah and Fred answered at the same time, "Surprise! Make it a surprise."

Both Yoongi and Akio just let them. Yoongi does not really care, while Akio is just dozed off on his shoulder. He tapped her knee to wake her up when Paul began making them pick a paper. After that, they handed back their secret characters to him one by one while he listed them down in his mini notepad.

"Okay, you are now free to go. You'll see your characters in the next performance. I already have your measurements anyway." Paul concluded, knowing how much the band had been dreading to rest.

The band got up and walked out of the room. On their way to their van outside, Fred and Noah were having fun teasing the youngest, Akio, like her little brothers. She groaned at their energy to wake her up. Yoongi walked behind them, busy on his phone, reading some text messages he missed during the concert. Most of them were from his friends and colleagues inviting him to work with them. But one message stopped Yoongi for a second.

From (555) 436-*22*

Hello, Yoongi. S, here. New number. Need to talk to you about something. Please call as soon as you see this.

It was a new number on his phone. But he can already recognize who sent it. Suddenly, his heartbeats were louder than his bandmates' laughs while he stared at the message in front of him. His jaw tightened when he read the text message once again. What does she want now?

"Hey, guys!"

All of a sudden, he hears your voice, greeting the band. He looked up, pushing his phone back to his pockets. You are now back in your oversized grey sweatshirt, after wearing your sparkly outfits all night.

"Did Paul already tell you about the costumes?" you asked, striking a small conversation with them.

You, yourself, are on your way to Paul to talk about your wardrobe for December performances. Costumes and themed parties are always your thing, so you try to do them at every chance you get. Cal stood next to you, busy on her phone for your schedule.

"Yeah, but we just picked some random paper. Then, asked Paul to just surprise us with our characters." Fred replies.

"Oh, that's exciting." you smiled.

You began talking about your plans for the next Christmas themes, making Noah excited as he is another big enthusiast of the holidays. Yoongi watched quietly on the sidelines. You two barely had any interaction since you cried on stage while singing POV, which was three days ago. It was too peaceful between the two of you, no arguments at all. On stage, you have interacted more with Akio or Noah. Not like he minds at all! It's just that it feels like you are avoiding him. You laughed around with everyone in the band during the show and rehearsals except him. He remembered you were being chatty with him before the rehearsals for POV days ago.

"And I got this new notebook, so like I took it as a sign to write new songs! I already have Christmas-themed ones, just need some help with producing them so I can release them before we take a break," you shared with the band, breaking Yoongi's thoughts.

The notebook! You got them. That's good to know. Yoongi did not really know if you got that souvenir notebook he left on your door as a peace offering gift since you haven't really said anything about it. He felt bad making you cry, although that was not his goal, and he didn't know what to get you since his options were limited at the time. He wanted to apologize and talk to you personally but you were always busy and he didn't know how, where, and when can he approach you.

"I know a guy for that!" Fred exclaimed, turning around. "Yoongi, you can help with YN with that, right?"

For the first time in a couple of days, you looked directly at him. It was like there was a switch. Your smile dropped and you blankly stared at him.

Caught in surprise, Yoongi looked away, "Yeah... Yeah, sure. I can help if she wants me to."

Although they won't speak about it, everyone, along with Cal and the other band members, can feel that there is some weird tension between you and Yoongi these last couple of days. There was no petty argument even though there are times that it can potentially start. Like when Yoongi accidentally knocked over your water bottle, you didn't say anything, which is unusual. Because normally, you would make a big deal out of it and Yoongi would fight back, making a bigger deal with it. But nothing, nada. You two were just robots around each other.

"It's fine, I still have other holiday songs that I can cover later these days." you smiled back to his friends. "Anyway, I won't hold you guys longer. I know that you want to rest already— Aren't we all?"

His friends laughed. You continued, "But thank you, guys. I had the best show tonight. I think the fans enjoyed Bed Chem the most."

Oh, yeah. That performance earlier where you invited Noah for the outro part of that song. It was wilder than what you did with Yoongi since behind the curtains, your silhouettes were shown taking each other clothes before getting into a suggestive pose, which you and Noah have fun doing since it was nothing but for entertainment. You are closest with him in the band since he was the only one who stayed from your past band. Plus, he is gay and everyone knows it.

Without any reason in mind, Yoongi's face felt so hot watching the scene, he had to look away.

Two days passed by quickly, you and the entire crew are now in another city. You left the hotel earlier than usual since you were excited to try on the costumes Paul made.

"Oh my god. This is so cute!" you exclaimed, checking yourself out in front of the mirror.

It was a red mini dress with a heart cutout in the chest area. Its upper and lower hems are lined with white fur. Paul even sewed silver gemstones everywhere, still in the theme of your sparkly aesthetic. You also have the matching gloves that equally looked perfect.

"I'll just show you the other ones every rehearsal." your wardrobe supervisor said. "Just to keep you coming here excited."

"I am always excited coming here to see your creations," you told him, twirling in front of the mirror. "How's the band's costumes?"

Paul pulled a rack of costumes that were made for your live band. There are two sets of costumes for the elves, a brown onesie and headband for Rudolph, and a red sparkly suit, matching yours, for Santa Claus. The faux white beard was ditched as it might disturb the member's performance.

"So, who's my Santa for tonight?" you smiled.

The surprise performance you planned for later needs a Santa. So, other than your costume, you were also excited to know who got the special role. You don't really mind who it is since you get along with almost everyone—

"Yoongi."

2:37 PM

You looked at the time on the upper right of your phone screen. The call time was exactly thirty-seven minutes ago. Initially, the rehearsals for the surprise performance will be practiced first since it is a new addition to the setlist. But Yoongi said he'll be late for a few minutes. So, they moved to doing a soundcheck for other songs. But it has been five songs without her bass guitarist. Where is Yoongi? He has never been this late before. You walked up to Cal, who was talking with Art.

"Should we just change San-"

"Sorry, I'm late."

As if on cue, Yoongi walked on the stage with his guitar. He looked different, you thought. Maybe because it was your first time seeing his flowy, black hair in a man bun, which you won't admit looks good on him. You rolled your eyes at thinking that. Yoongi went straight to his usual spot in the band. He was setting up his guitar when you walked up to him.

"You're almost an hour late," you told him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I know, that's why I said sorry," he replied nonchalantly, looking down at his guitar. "I told Art that I am going to be late-"

For the thousandth time, he is avoiding looking at you again. You remembered him looking away nights ago when Fred asked Yoongi if he could help you produce your self-written songs. He was also doing the same thing for like two weeks now.

"Why can't you look at me?!"

Like a volcano that erupted unexpectedly, you cut him off. Everyone watched in silence at you and Yoongi. Your brows were furrowed as you stared at him. But instead of glaring back at you, Yoongi just replied, unbothered.

"As if you weren't avoiding me these past few days?"

You blinked, "Uh... I'm not."

Thank God liars don't really get their pants on fire when they lie in real life, because you would end up burning your legs if they do.

"Yoongi, YN, please follow me. Now." Art suddenly spoke.

He's mad,. You rarely see the older guy look serious. You looked at Cal, who simply tilted her head to Art, raising an eyebrow like she was telling you to follow him. You walked when Yoongi walked past you to where Art was going.

No one spoke as you two walked behind Art. But both you and Yoongi can feel the atmosphere feeling like you two are second graders who are about to get a lecture from your teacher. Maybe get sent to detention. Art stopped in one of the vacant dressing rooms at the arena. He opened the door for you two. he did not say anything but you and Yoongi took it as a sign that he wants you to go in first.

"Please occupy the couch— the same couch." he had to correct himself when you and Yoongi sat on a different sofa that was on each wall of the room. He sighed, kids.

Following what Art said, you and your least favorite band member sat on opposite ends of the couch. An obvious three-feet distance is between you two. Your tour manager reached for a monoblock chair, sitting before you.

"I have had enough of this whole eye contact thing, okay? We have to solve this here and now. It's wasting everyone's time." Art spoke sternly like he was a dad for both you and Yoongi. "Who can tell me what's the problem?"

"He won't give me any eye contact when he talks to me," you said, trying not to sound too bratty or childish.

Yoongi crossed his arms, "Two weeks ago, she was telling me not to look at her and now, she's asking why I'm not looking. I'm just doing what she wants me to do."

Art nods, then looks at you.

"He was staring too hard that day, it was uncomfortable. And I didn't mean for him not to look at me at normal conversations on the daily." you defended.

"We never had any normal conversations." your bassist mumbled lowly, making you roll your eyes.

Art intervened before another fight ensued, "So, what do you want now, YN?"

"I... I just want him to look at me when we're talking..." your volume gets lower when you realise how that statement felt a little needy.

It was like you heard Yoongi put on a smug smirk (if that was even possible), and you turned your head to him just to confirm that yes, he had that stupid smirk on his lips.

"We never see each other eye to eye. Why are you so bothered about it?" he asked.

Before you could pause and ask yourself the same question, you replied, "Uhm, eye contact is part of having a proper human conversation. I mean, it just feels like I am being ignored when I can't see the eyes of the person I'm talking with."

What the hell even is that answer? You mentally slapped your forehead.

"Yeah, you would know something about ignoring someone, right?" Yoongi scoffed.

You looked at Yoongi, who is now looking back at you. Art is starting to feel that this is something deeper than the eye contact thing.

"Should I leave you two alone?" he asked, more careful this time.

"Yes."

Yoongi was the first to answer, being firm with it. You were taken aback for a second by how quick he was but nodded when Art turned to you to get your answer.

"Fine, I'll give you five minutes. Then, everything should be good and we'll go back to rehearsals." Art stood up.

Yoongi waited for him to close the door before turning to you. He wasted no time.

"I'm sorry."

Confused, you squinted, "For... what?"

That was not what you expected you hear from him when he agreed to talk with you alone here. You thought he would just keep on implying that you were the issue and confusing.

Yoongi sighed, "I'm sorry for saying what I said when we were in rehearsals for POV. It was not my intention to make you cry while performing it."

"Oh..." you gulped. That was not his fault. "It's a decision I made, I just got carried away, that's all."

You know that there is something more to that, but you hate to sit and drown yourself alone with your feelings. So, you won't do that today.

"Yeah, I know. But I feel like I pushed you into it. That's why you were ignoring me. Right?" Yoongi added. "I know that everything is probably still—"

"You know what? It's fine, it's okay. I appreciate your apology. But really, it's not fully on you. Let's just move forward from this." you cut him off before he can say more things.

He looked at you for a moment, like he was studying you. You hate it. That is what you mean when you say you don't like him looking at you. It was like he could see right through your lies. Like some magician.

"Please stop staring," you whispered, feeling a little small. "Don't stare like you are reading me like a book."

His stare softened when you said that. Nodding, he looks away.

You quickly spoke, "But you can look at me! Just... don't stare too hard. I'm not that kind of diva."

He chuckled, "Okay."

"Okay." you sighed. There are things that are still not discussed but you can probably talk about it next time or whatever. As you felt the awkward silence filling in the room, you asked. "Are we back to normal?"

"Yeah."

By normal, it means professional colleagues who probably still have a very tiny animosity due to their differences. Because normal, to you and Yoongi, is not being friends. You are not friends, just two people who need each other for your jobs. But now, you are about to sit on your bass guitarist's lap for a performance later.

"Are you comfortable with this?" you asked him after letting him know that he would be involved as Santa tonight.

"You're just gonna sit on my lap?" he asked with a blank expression.

"Yeah," you replied shortly.

It was supposed to be something freakier than that but considering the unexpected changes earlier in your tour, you changed whatever that is into a simple sit on Santa's lap.

"Okay."

Everyone can feel the tension lifting from you and Yoongi the moment you two returned with Art. You were communicating at each other better and they could see it especially when you began rehearsing for Santa Baby.

The dancers and other band members were teasing and laughing when you two began with your bit on Santa's throne. Yoongi was quiet, but smiling at some parts. You, on the other hand, were playing along, loving the energy with your crew. You were back in your playful persona while dancing around Santa, teasing him, just to make others entertained.

You were enjoying the song, Yoongi understands. But you cannot stop unconsciously wiggling on his open lap and you were getting dangerously close to him, while he is wearing his grey sweatpants. He just have to do something.

"Santa baby— oh."

You gasped at Yoongi's sudden pull down on your waist, making you stay in the same spot on his lap. You looked at him, instantly recognizing the slight tint of blush on his cheeks.

"Just stay here," he whispered with his voice lower than usual.

"Oh, okay... sorry." you pressed your lips together before looking away to smile at something else.

"Just don't move around too much." he added before removing his hold on your.

You nodded, "Noted."

"Good." He whispered under his breath.

"Of course, we won't let this night end without a surprise gift for you!"

The fans screamed as you announced that. You have been performing for almost an hour now. four outfit changes later, you are now in a sparkly, red cloak with faux fur on its hem, hiding your themed outfit underneath. Your surprise holiday performance is conveniently placed in the final performance of the night.

"Hit it!"

As a signal, you posed, raising your index finger and putting your candy cane before you. The local barbershop quartet that you hired for your four December shows began singing.

"Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom..."

Once the instrumental of the classic, sultry Christmas song began, Yoongi watched you turn around, instantly meeting his eyes. Unlike before, the director are now aware of your actions since you promised to follow what was rehearsed.

"Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom…"

In every ba-boom, you step closer to Yoongi with your candy cane. The corners of your lips are curved up slightly. Your eyes say nothing but mischief that Yoongi can only hope that you will not do anything that can make him trend online. Like when you did your favorite freaky position before him.

"Santa, baby. Slip a Sable under the tree for me..."

The fans cheered when your soft voice began singing. You are an angel with the spotlight serving as a bright halo behind you, Yoongi thought. Whenever you sing to him during these live shows, Yoongi sometimes finds himself getting transported to another space. Maybe it's because of the light... the songs... the atmosphere... or the way you nod your head in every word you sing like you mean it. It's hypnotizing.

"I've been an awful good girl..."

By that line, you are already next to him, leaning your back to his side like you are in distress. You continued singing next to him, while a famous Santa Claus throne was being put up on the farther heart-shaped centerstage.

"Santa, baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue. I'll wait up for you, dear..."

Yoongi bobbed his head along with you while playing his guitar, seemingly enjoying the song.

"Think of all the fun I've missed, Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed..."

You began walking around the band and all over the stage, singing to your fans who joyfully sang along with you.

"Next year, I could be just as good. If you check off my Christmas list..."

You took the time to sing and bond with them, giggling at the funny signs they brought with them.

"Santa, honey, So hurry down the chimney tonight..."

While moving to the song's fourth verse, you walked back to Yoongi. The fans screamed when you playfully teased him with your candy cane, before pulling yourself closer to him. You clung to his arm and you two walked down to the center stage.

"Come and trim my Christmas tree, With some decorations bought at Tiffany's..."

While singing, you pushed Yoongi to sit on the throne. He acted like he would stand up but you pushed him again, placing your candy cane on his lap. Finally, you dramatically remove your cloak, revealing your shimmering your mini-dress.

"I really do believe in you, Let's see if you believe in me..."

You danced around the throne, leaning over it before finding your way back to Santa. Yoongi mentally prepares himself, and even adjusts his pants.

"Santa, baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring..."

As soon as you found your place on his lap, your audience went crazy. You continued singing, facing Yoongi, your Santa for tonight. You pointed to your empty ring finger. Yoongi was just vibing along to your singing, swaying his head along.

"Santa, baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight..."

But you were so into the song that you forgot what Yoongi told you earlier. You kept wiggling on his lap once again, singing along with your fans. Screams erupted when Yoongi held your waist. You felt his hand firmly holding you down, making sure that you would sit still. Although taken aback for a second, you smiled and felt blood rushing through your cheeks.

"Waiting... Hurry, tonight... Hurry down the chimney tonight."

When you sang those last lines, you acted like whispering it close to Yoongi's ear. leaning a little closer to him. Yoongi simply raised an eyebrow, an action enough to get loud reactions.

The lights slowly dimmed down with you still sitting on his lap. Fans cheered for the last time, knowing that it was the last song. But suddenly, a familiar tune plays in the whole arena.

"You didn't think that was all, right?"

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[kanmom51]

OT7 are back - 1 July 2025

It's been 3 years. Almost. Just. And they are back.

In JK's words:

FINALLY!!!!

Full subs aren't out yet. I'm not even sure if I'm going to do a full rundown on this one, but either way, there are a few things I would love to address at the moment.

First of all...

We will be getting a full comeback in Spring 2026!!

Album plus tour!!

And I love to pay attention to the little things they say, so I'm going to mention what I thought of it.

Spring 2026 Album and tour - they said it.

That's 9 months away.

And yet, they also mentioned 6 months.

So... it could be that in their minds they aren't connecting the dots and to them it feels like 6 months away, if you're thinking "well, it's summer, and there is Autumn and Winter to go until Spring", it could make sense?

But you know what else might make sense too?

That before that full comeback in Spring, they are planning to drop a single in 6 months time.

Give us a taste of BTS.

An entree (starter as my US followers would call it) - a first course before our full meal to come.

Who knows.

In any case it's something to look forward to.

Another little tidbit we got, and I have to say "thank you Tae" for this one, is that they will be working on their music in the US of A. Yes sir. Our boys will be spending a chunk of their time in the US. And it sounds like it's happening (at least starting) when Jin is still on tour. Talk about a music camp as well, maybe. You know that would make for amazing content, right? Living and working together again. Just putting it out there in case BH staff haven't thought of it already (which trust me, they did).

And if I'm mentioning them working in the USA, then why not mention that Hybe America has a new CEO, Isaac Lee. Congrats!! Someone that clearly will be helping the company's expansion into the South American market. A man who is openly gay !! No shame. No hiding. It's just "this is part of who I am". Would love that to be something out boys could wear with pride as well. Maybe. One day. Maybe moving business to the US is part of that strategy too. To be more open and free. A gal can hope...

Anyway, what we do know, for now, is that they will be working on ot7 music in the States, which will mean extended stays as well. It's not something we haven't talked about in the past. Them spending longer periods of time outside of SK for their work (not necessarily when on tour).

There were definitely some interesting moments during this super chaotic live, as per usual when it comes to ot7 lives.

I would like to touch on a few moments in the live. A few things I want to talk about, things I felt need mentioning.

I think I will start with a couple of somewhat negatives. Moments that have been running wild on my timeline, moments I have something to say about.

First one is this.

There is a reason I added the photo and not the gif.

I don't like taking edited moments out of context.

I've always said that.

And this one is exactly the same.

The gif or clip circulating, spreading like fire, is an edited version of the moment. And it's all about the "JK is jealous", "JK isn't used to sharing JM" narrative, which I'm sorry, but has grown so old at this point. The way people are talking you'd think that JK just served in the military with JM alone. A unit all to themselves. In the wilderness. No one around them but themselves. Kind of their lonely island dream of taking each other... Seriously? Ugh. The two were in the military, yes together, but most definitley not alone. We have not only our common sense to rely on here. We have pics and stories and autographs and we know they made friends and no, he didn't have JM all to his own. Far from it. Not only didn't he have him all to himself, he had to hold back with the PDA, they both did, we heard it from JM in their live. This wasn't about that. JK doesn't feel "threatened" by Tae. Seriously.

This here is the full moment:

You see what I see?

JK's reaction, the sitting back, the face...

There are two options here, neither are about Tae grabbing JM.

Either he saw something on screen that pissed him off (wouldn't be a first), I personally am leaning more towards this first one; or he's not loving the way JM is sort of kind of deprecating himself. Or in this case hiding his face (there was the whole discussion before that laughing at JM's hair and forehead and face), unhappy with how he looks.

And we know he isn't a fan of that either. JM talking himself down.

I think it's time to drop the whole JK jealous narrative. These two young men have one of the healthiest loving long term relationships I've seen. JK being openly jealous the way people seem to think he is is most certainly a toxic trait, one that some fans love for him to have, as it may add the necessary drama (for them to enjoy the pairing) to this beautiful strong, steady, domestic relationship. But I'm sorry, I just think it's wrong. It always has been. Yes, we've seen some instances when JK clearly was jealous (I've spoken about this a lot in my older posts - what I thought that jealousy might have been, mostly not about insecurity in the relationship and more about not being able to be open about it, claim JM openly), but those are few and far apart, especially in the later years.

I really do believe people are getting this one wrong. Had to mention that.

The second moment I wanted to address is the Yoongi hearing JM sing saga, lol.

I will be honest with you guys, I have no idea what that was about.

🤣🤣

No, seriously!!

There is the above translation.

And there is this one:

Oh, there are more. But I think you get the gist.

There are the Yoonminers, and Tkks to follow, that are celebrating it as idk what (seriously, if this was JM and Yoongi spending time together it's kind of not great that JM didn't even remember the moment and had to be reminded of it).

On the one hand, you have those that are saying it's clearly a joke. That it's a made up story (the Yoongi playing the guitar and JM singing at 3 am). JM not knowing about it happening a couple of days ago, to start with, kind of hints to that, doesn't it? Maybe?

I will be honest with you guys, I have no idea. Not sure either way. As in if this actually happened or not.

But either way, the way people were running with this JM and Yoongi hang out.

OMG.

And clinging like crazy to that word. "Romantic" in Korean. Like we haven't heard it before. Like when said in the Jikook context - the articles promoting AYS?! before it came out, JK mentioning it during AYS?! and Jikook's live after they were discharged - it was immediately shot down as "it's not that kind of context", but here, when it's about Yoonmin it is?

Well, this is the meaning of the word:

And there is this:

So yeah, even if this was an actual thing that happened, I'd say to Yoonminers to hold their horses with the whole "how romantic of them" shit they are going with.

These are times I really hate not knowing the language. 😭😭

Time to move on to the fun parts.

You know, the JK and JM finding it hard to keep their hands or other body parts off each other even though they are sat quite awkwardly apart.

And when I say other body parts I mean, back leaning on JK, even when he has a full ass back rest to lean on but you prefer to lean on your boyfriend's leg.

Or lay your head on thigh.

What better than an almost 2 minute compilation of the touchy feely couple?

cr./@calicocat13

And let's talk for a second about their hand shake. Because you know, they always have to give us at least one of those, right? The lingering hand shake, not letting go, JK's thumb there...

Also, what was that hand shake about exactly?

There is also this:

Spot the difference.

With all of that going on you'd almost think those two were a couple, wouldn't you?

WE also got to hear from the two and the others about the hours on end the two have been practicing their singing, their harmonizing. It's something we have heard in the past from them as well. But it's more than that. We get 2 people that are connected to the core. 2 people that need no words between them to know what the other is wanting/thinking/going to do. All it takes is a look and they know. It's not something new to us. We've explored this many times. How all it takes sometimes is for one to look at the other, no words needed, for them to understand each other. But we got it here too.

Like I said, I'm not going to get into every little moment, but I do want to add this before I go. It's sometimes hard to follow, because of the chaos and having to read the subtitles and figuring out who said what. But even with all of that it was hard not to notice that JK who has his way of disassociating at times, was, as usual, attentive to JM, and he also did his usual: "when it's about Minnie I have to nod in agreement or give an approving "aha" or add something very couplie to the conversation" thing.

Including when Minnie is talking about how comfy he feels to be in his bed now that he's home. Scratch that. Their bed. There, I've said it.

It's funny it ended up thatJM was the one asked directly how he's doing now? Hobi did try to throw in an open question for the discharged members, and Tae did chime in only to be called a liar by the other, lol. But JK and RM said nothing, and they all kind of moved on from that.

To sum it up in one word, that befits almost every single ot7 live:

CHAOTIC.

And yet, with all that chaos it's just one of the happy moments possible.

Happy chaos.

Seeing all 7 finally back together. Military service done and dusted.

Knowing there is a plan in place for a BTS comeback. Album. World tour. BTS ot7 content.

CANNOT WAIT!!!

[zynari]

𒄬 CAUGHT IN THE FLASH

― scaramouche x fem!reader

⚝ SYNOPSIS: in which, a twenty-year old college student who also works as an on-call staff at an event management company finds herself in trouble when a picture of her with the popular guitarist of the famous band "cr4ze", went viral.

⚝ STATUS: on-going (slow updates)

⚝ GENRE: social media au, modern au, band au, fluff, crack, angst, strangers to lovers, slow burn

⚝ WARNINGS: swearing, alcohol, kys/kms jokes, smoking, suggestive themes but not often, scara might be ooc sometimes hehe

⚝ STARTED ON: september 21, 2024

⚝ TAGLIST: open ( slot: 74/100 )

― let me know if you want to be added as a twitter/x user for this smau! <3

― chapters that is marked with "♬" are/contains written parts ^^

⚝ INTRODUCING . . . . .

― y/n and scara's gang

⚝ CONTENTS 『 playlist here ! 』

― prologue: what a night

― 01. aftermath

― 02. try harder

― 03. bye-bye, peaceful life

― 04. give me a break ♬

― 05. thirst trap

― 06. it is what it is

― 07. i'm staying with you ♬

― 08. him + me = what the fuck

― 09. we're even

― 10. heart's in danger ♬

― 11. /srs or a /j?

― 12. manifesting

― tba

AUTHOR'S NOTE: been a fan and avid reader of genshin smaus here on tumblr so i thought why not make a blog and write one too? HAHAHA this is my first smau and my first post here so don't expect too much on this one 😭 i admit that i don't have any experience writing fanfics like this so this work might flop ooop― anyway, i hope you'll enjoy reading this! <3

[alltimecharlo]

just genuinely wondering — i feel like in fics mack is sooo often characterized as being difficult/moody/a lot to handle and i’m wondering where that stems from? i’m just getting into the sharks so idk them that well so really the only thing i’ve seen that reflects that is the never offside podcast with the whole windshield punching story and toff even says that mack is known to ‘spaz out’ but idk if there’s any other specific instances that fans get that vibe from

anon!! sorry for letting this ask sit for so long, i wasn’t sure how to go about this post at first! but yes certainly, let's delve into the question:

is mack actually moody/bratty/difficult/a lot to handle? 👀🩵

i certainly know what you mean when it comes to this being included in fics!! i think we definitely saw a sharp increase in this mack characterisation post windshield-incident reveal (mack getting frustrated waiting for will in his car and punching the inside of his windshield) as the story kind of puts a highlight on this aspect of mack's personality lol. full story from cat's podcast in the vid below (12:20-15:00).

firstly, soooo much could be said about their bickering and mack's little protests throughout the whole story because obviously will's telling it wrong despite mack prompting him to tell the story in the first place (shoutout to the part of this amazing post about how mack waits for will's cues on a lot of things to gauge how he should react himself - like in the emergency contact vid!).

for me one of the main parts of this story that stands out is the fact that will says mack didn't even say 'sorry' because 'why would i say sorry? i'm gonna pay for it'. you just know mack felt super embarrassed about breaking will's windshield with his little outburst, hence the lack of a sorry because that would mean mack would have to admit it's his fault and that he did something wrong which are not macklin celebrini traits in his eyes. obviously it was the windshield's fault!! ('it was an unsafe windshield', 'it was a soft windshield')

and as you said, toff said mack is known to 'spaz out' a little (likely meaning he gets in a mood about things/gets worked up easily, which the team obviously finds funny - will's 'you THINK?!' agreement lol). back at BU mack was also reportedly 'going at it' with 5th year senior captain case mccarthy because mack got pissy in practice and maybe concussed sam stevens...

so i think it's safe to say that mack struggles to control/process his emotions sometimes, leading to his moodiness/making him 'difficult'. some amazing exploration as for why (and why will helps this) in this post again!!

another moment that definitely built on this narrative was the awards given out by the sharks media admin. of course mack wasn’t happy with his the first time (his whiny ‘… idk i’m disappointed…’)

so the admin tried again (‘are you serious?’ *turns to will for moral support* ‘i don’t like this one either’☹️) and AGAIN (‘okay… this one’s better…’🫤) and AGAIN, until mack was finally satisfied (‘this one i can get behind☺️’ *proceeds to happily bicker with will about it*) bless the patience of the sharks admin staff fr <3

anyway, my main point here is that the admin printed out THREE extra awards for mack because they already knew he’d be picky and difficult about it, so they thought ahead to bypass the system lol. not to mention that will was given a jokey award too and just accepted it, y’know, like a normal person.

of course this all leads to the 'bratty' characterisation we see in a lot of fics, mainly because will is constantly letting him get away with it!! no, worse than that. he's DELIGHTED by it!!

mack straight up broke his windshield and will thinks it's the funniest thing in the world despite it happening literally on the way to them filming the podcast and looks at mack like this whilst he's telling the story:

will, who watches mack whine about the awards he's getting and looks at him like this when mack's finally happy with one and he gets to rib him over it...

so in conclusion, YES, mack sometimes has trouble processing his emotions (he's an 18 year old kid thrust into super-ultra-mega nhl stardom with an overbearing performance coach father and is expected to save an entire franchise, i think we can cut him some slack), and YES, this sometimes means he comes across as a bit moody/difficult to deal with. but my main point here is:

WSH you 🫵 are an enabler !!!