#athlete!lee chanyoung x fem!reader

[riecoeur]

rumour.

pairing — athlete!lee chanyoung x fem!reader warnings — aged up, lowercase, just fluff and cute lee chanyoung part of — my gold metal husband .

today, your phone’s been going off nonstop since early morning, but you’re too lazy to bother checking. it’s not until your brother-in-law, junyoung, texts you that you finally take a look.

lee junyoung:

‘sis, i just saw something online about hyung, do you know yet?’

you blink and tap the link he sent. right away, a barrage of sensational headlines slams into you.

stuff like.

‘lee chanyoung: nation’s husband caught in affair scandal?’

‘gold medal swimmer spotted with a mystery woman, where’s y/n?’

‘even the ideal man can’t resist temptation?’

you burst out laughing.

you don’t rush to read the articles but instead, you scroll down to the comments. some people are shocked, some don’t buy it, and others are already jumping to judge, even though there’s no real evidence beyond a few blurry, long-distance photos where you can’t even make out faces.

but you spot her right away.

the woman in the pics? none other than ma soojin, chanyoung’s best friend from elementary school all the way through college.

after you two got married, she moved to australia with her family and only got back to korea a few weeks ago. just yesterday, chanyoung was buzzing with excitement, telling you how soojin asked him to grab a lunch to catch up after years apart.

and yet, somehow, the media’s spun this into an affair. your poor husband’s been totally framed. social media’s wildfire speed is no joke.

you keep scrolling through more comments.

‘no way lee chanyoung would do that!’

‘don’t judge without any solid proof, remember that other teammate’s mess last time?’

‘if it’s real, i’d be so let down… if even chanyoung’s like this, i’m done believe in love.’

you rest your chin on your hand, still giggling. if these people knew you’re reading ‘my husband’s cheating’ news and laughing this hard, they’d probably be stunned and think you’re unhinged.

chanyoung’s at the training center now, probably oblivious. you mull it over, thinking about texting him, but then decide against it. you know your husband, once he catches wind of this, he’ll shut it down fast and clean. all you have to do is sit back and wait.

and sure enough.

three hours later, when the rumors are peaking and blowing up every forum, chanyoung takes charge himself. he posts on his personal account, no fluff, no nonsense, straight to the point.

‘hey everyone,

about the rumors from yesterday, the woman in the photos is my best friend, soojin. she’s married and living happily with her little family. we’re just old friends catching up after she’s been abroad for years. please don’t spread false info that could hurt other people around me. thanks!’

with those few short lines, chanyoung snuffs out every last rumor.

the comments under his post start flooding in even more.

‘could he be any quicker???’

‘nation’s husband shuts down rumors faster than i turn in homework!’

‘say what you want, but seeing how happy his wife is, i’m convinced chanyoung’s faithful.’

‘seriously, this debunking speed is next-level.’

you read through them, unable to stop laughing, the more you read, the funnier it gets. you open your chat and fire off a message to him.

you:

you handled that so fast, i didn’t even get to fake being mad at you.

a few seconds later, he replies instantly.

🦕’s y/n:

gonna tease me again? not happening, babe. you’re the only one for me.

you stare at the message, a grin sneaking onto your face. yep, no matter how many absurd rumors swirl out there, you trust lee chanyoung and more importantly, he always proves your trust is right.

[lostgirlinthewoods]

CRAZY STUPID LOVE | park wonbin smau

pairing. guitarist!park wonbin x athlete!fem!reader

synopsis. lee y/n, a competitive swimming athlete, just wants to finish her degree as a scholar. no drama. no distractions. and certainly, no romance. park wonbin, a music prod student and the siren’s guitarist, just wants to make music. no crazy fangirls in line to date him. no insane dms from random people declaring their love for him. and certainly, no dating. imagine the shock on y/n’s face when she received a message from her brother, anton, asking “since when did you and wonbin started dating?”

genre. social media au, college au, fake dating, fluff, crack

status. ongoing.

start: 25/06/2024 → end: ________

notes. this is my first smau, so be easy on me. this is gonna be my first work in this blog after 2 years before i decided to abandoned it to move. i just really love riize and my mind is itching to do something about it. ignore timestamps unless otherwise stated.

taglist. open. send an ask or reply to this post.

© lostgirlinthewoods. Do not copy, steal, or translate any of my works. 

profiles.

01. chlorine squad 02. pull it back that siren 03. girls only

chapters.

01. saturday gig 02. chanyoung's older sis 03. corner cafe 04. secretly a nerd?? 05. wonbin the black cat 06. lunch 07. hangouts 08. y/n's tiny little crush 09. rumours 10. twitter thread 11. anton's text 12. we are dating 13. how to boyfriend 101 14. so in love 15. im just a cat 16. swim meet literally 17. twitter thread pt 2 18. eunseok's pov 19. should we break up? 20. y/n and wonbin's break up mission 21. the joe alwyn to his taylor 22. 23. 24. tba...

meme and reaction pics archives. (will upload after i finish the series)

taglist. (closed. reached maximum mentions allowed.)

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@onlyhyunjin @adoresoapy  @donutswjam @dearestjake @icyona

asks. for any thoughts, messages, and feedbacks; or even just for a conversation.

[jinxedmuse]

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MASTERLIST

CONTENT GUIDE

fluff: ღ | suggestive: ✮ | smut: 𖤐 | angst: ☾ | fem: ❀ | gender neutral: ⟡ | male: ✰

ULTS + BIASES

works for: RIIZE (라이즈)

Osaki Shotaro (大崎将太郎)

— none so far

Song Eunseok (송은석)

— none so far

Jung Sungchan (정성찬)

— none so far

Park Wonbin (박원빈)

— none so far

Hong Seunghan (홍승한)

— none so far

Lee Sohee (이소희)

— best friend: your best friend sohee offers a "no strings attached" relief from the stress of your relationship but finds himself falling in too deep. 𖤐 | ❀ | ☾ (?)

Lee Chanyoung (이찬영)

— none so far

ot7 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

works for: bangtan sonyeondan 방탄소년단

Kim Seok-Jin

— none so far

Min Yoon-Gi

— none so far

Jung Ho-Seok

— none so far

Kim Nam-Joon

— none so far

Park Ji-Min

— none so far

Kim Tae-Hyung

— none so far

Jeon Jeong-Guk

— none so far

ot7 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

works for: seventeen 세븐틴

Choi Seung Cheol

— none so far

Yoon Jeong Han

— purple rose: you find out that your cranky boss at your bartending job turns out to be quite the mischievous co-host of an exclusive bdsm club. not wanting to back down, you try to ignore this new found info when at work. but once blurred lines are already crossed, can they really be forgotten? ☾ | 𖤐 | ❀

Joshua Hong

— let it happen: reader and joshua are in a confusing relationship. a constant tug of war over who can get each other more in love, and more heart broken. (based on gracie abrams “mess it up”) ☾ | ✮ | ❀

Wen Junhui (文俊辉)

— none so far

Kwon Soon Young

— none so far

Jeon Won Woo

— none so far

Lee Ji Hoon

— none so far

Lee Seok Min

— none so far

Kim Min Gyu

— none so far

Xu Ming Hao (徐明浩)

— none so far

Boo Seung Kwan

— new romantics: the “goody-two-shoes”, university athlete boo seungkwan encounters a “rebel against-all-odds”, biker!reader and truly learns what it means to have fun while living life for himself alongside new found, and utterly careless love. part 1 | ❀ | ✮

Hansol Vernon Chwe

— just wanna ease ya mind: based on jhene aiko’s “bed peace” ft childish gambino. (in other words, high sex with bf!vernon) ❀ | 𖤐

Lee Chan

— none so far

ot13 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

— if they had a black cat personality type s/o that showed affection (not so) subtly ღ | ⟡

— secret dating idol!svt — 95z line, & if you guys would get caught ⟡ | ღ

works for: t x t 투모로우바이투게더

Choi Soo Bin

— none so far

Choi Yeon Jun

— none so far

Choi Beom Gyu

— none so far

Kang Tae Hyun

— none so far

Kai Kamal Huening 정하원 休宁凯

— none so far

ot5 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

[riecoeur]

my gold metal husband.

pairing — athlete!lee chanyoung x fem!reader warnings — aged up, lowercase, just fluff and cute lee chanyoung part of — my gold metal husband | send ask → 💌🦕🩵

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lee chanyoung.

yep, lee chanyoung, the name is no stranger to anyone who loves swimming. when people think of him, they picture a fierce swimmer with powerful strokes, lightning-fast speed, and a gold medal shining on the podium year after year.

sounds impressive, right? but if you ever lived with him, you’d quickly realize a harsh truth is that your husband is a certified baboo.

sometimes, you might even wonder if you saved the world in a past life to be lucky enough to marry someone this clueless yet endlessly devoted to you.

want an example?

this morning, when you woke up, you instinctively reached out to the side, searching for the familiar warmth. but all you felt was an empty, cold space.

chanyoung waking up early? weird. usually, you’re the one who has to drag him out of bed every morning. but today, he got up before you?

curious, you went to look for him. and when you opened the bathroom door, the sight in front of you left you speechless.

chanyoung had fallen asleep… in the bathtub.

the water had gone cold, his hair was soaking wet, one arm resting on the tub’s edge, his mouth slightly open like he was dreaming of something nice. you stood there for a few seconds, torn between laughing and sighing.

but honestly, this wasn’t even surprising anymore. your husband, an olympic gold medalist swimmer, a man so in love with water, somehow managed to end up asleep in the bathtub at least once a week.

why?

“i couldn’t sleep well last night. lying in bed, something just felt… off. so i came in here.”

you sighed, hands on your hips.

“off? what, were you missing water?”

chanyoung opened his eyes and grinned.

“hmm, maybe.”

yeah, maybe.

should you say it again? your husband is a legendary swimmer, an olympic star. but above all, he’s also a complete babo and the man you love most in this world.

[riecoeur]

love.

pairing — athlete!lee chanyoung x fem!reader warnings — aged up, lowercase, just fluff and cute lee chanyoung part of — my gold metal husband .

📌 any feedback are appreciated, i’d love to know what you think of my first mini-series, send ask → 💌🦕🩵 !

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ever since your pottery shop opened, you’ve been so busy you can barely catch your breath, let alone eat properly. your little shop’s tucked away in a quiet alley, meant as a cozy spot for people to try their hand at crafting pottery, but you never expected it to draw such a crowd.

groups of young friends, couples, even older aunties and uncles they all show up to mess around with clay, glazes, and the wheel.

you’re thrilled. but also, completely wiped out.

it’s not like you’re neglecting yourself on purpose, it’s just that you genuinely don’t have time to think about it. from morning till night, you’re caught up with customers, clay, and half-finished cups and bowls. some days, your stomach growls so loud you can hear it, but you just brush it off, thinking you’ll eat once you’re done. except “later” often stretches into late at night.

chanyoung, of course, isn’t about to let that slide.

that day, you’re in the middle of showing a group how to shape clay into mugs when the shop’s bell jingles. you glance up on reflex and spot a familiar figure at the door.

lee chanyoung. your husband.

and apparently, not a stranger to the younger crowd either, with that cool-guy charm, killer physique, and height to match.

proof? the second he steps in, the younger customers start whispering. some widen their eyes, others nudge their friends, and one even lets out a tiny squeal.

“oh my god, is that lee chanyoung?!”

“he’s even hotter in person than in pictures!”

“his wife’s this shop owner, right? ugh, this couple’s too cute!”

you bite back a laugh, worried they might swarm him for photos any second. pretending not to hear, you clap your hands to reel everyone back in.

“alright, everyone, let’s keep shaping! the tricky part’s coming up!”

the group blinks a few times, then reluctantly turns back to their wheels, unwilling to abandon their projects. chanyoung catches it, smirks faintly, and walks over, setting a bag of food on the table before quietly pulling up a chair in the corner. his eyes stay glued on you, like he’s waiting to see if you’ll actually eat.

you sigh, turning to the customers.

“keep going, guys, i’ll be right back.”

then you drag chanyoung into the break room, well, “room” is generous; it’s just a tiny space sectioned off by a glass partition.

“what are you doing here?”

chanyoung crosses his arms, giving you that displeased look.

“eat.”

you blink. “huh?”

he points at the food bag on the table.

“i got you food. eat it.”

you laugh. “i’ll eat later.”

chanyoung frowns, voice turning stern.

“how many times have you said that already?”

you know you can’t argue, so you obediently open the bag. inside, there’s a warm bento box and a cup of your favorite juice. you glance at chanyoung, and his expression softens a bit.

“when’d you get this?”

“on my way here,” he says, voice quieter now.

“mom called me yesterday. said you’ve been so busy you’re not eating right and you’ve gotten thinner. i was worried.”

guilt creeps in. your mother-in-law must’ve noticed you slimming down and tipped him off.

you pick up the chopsticks, but before you can take a bite, chanyoung grabs a spoon, scoops up some rice, and holds it to your mouth.

“open up.”

you laugh but comply. the moment the food hits your tongue, your stomach rumbles hard. maybe you’ve been starving yourself longer than you realized.

chanyoung patiently feeds you, grumbling every now and then, “if my wife gets any skinnier, i’m gonna be pissed for real” or “if you don’t take care of yourself, i’ll skip practice and camp out here until you eat properly.”

you just smile, gazing at the man in front of you, feeling your heart swell with warmth.

what you don’t know is that, not far off, a few of the customers from earlier are secretly filming.

the next day, photos and videos of chanyoung feeding you spread like wildfire online. the captions are all over the place, but the standout ones?

“top swimmer on the blue lanes, but at home, he’s just want his wife to eat a proper meal!”

or, even funnier,

“national swimmer, defending the country on the race track, defending his wife at every meal. now that’s a national treasure.”

when chanyoung sees them, he just scratches his head, chuckling awkwardly.

“all i did was feed my wife, and now it’s a whole social media thing.”

you laugh, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“you’re even more famous now, huh, my husband?”

he grins, wrapping an arm around you, voice soft and gentle.

“fine by me, as long as you eats properly.”

[riecoeur]

eat.

pairing — athlete!lee chanyoung x fem!reader warnings — aged up, lowercase, just fluff and cute lee chanyoung part of — my gold metal husband

📌 any feedback are appreciated, i’d love to know what you think of my first mini-series, send ask → 💌🦕🩵 !

if there’s one thing you’re sure you can never beat chanyoung at, wll besides his swimming, of course it’s eating.

back when you first got married, you had this grand delusion that you could whip up delicious, nutritious meals to take care of your husband, like all the other wives of athletes who constantly need to stay in peak condition.

but you were wrong. so wrong, so so wrong

wrong to the point where you started doubting what people call the power of love.

because love might fill your heart, but it sure as hell can’t fill lee chanyoung’s bottomless stomach.

oh, don’t get it twisted, you’re thrilled your husband eats well and sleeps soundly. it’s just that his appetite caught you off guard.

like clockwork, every morning you wake up early to prep breakfast. you’ve calculated everything down to a science, measuring out portions for perfect nutrition: two bowls of rice, a piece of pan-seared salmon, rolled omelets, a plate of kimchi, and miso soup.

a flawless breakfast, right?

but the second you finish setting the table, chanyoung pops up at the kitchen door, eyes sparkling like a kid spotting candy, hair still messy, oversized tee hanging loose, gazing at you with this hopeful look.

“babe, i’m starving.”

you laugh, setting a bowl of rice in front of him.

“eat up, i’ve got it all ready for you.”

chanyoung doesn’t need to be told twice. he grabs his chopsticks, pops a piece of egg in his mouth, and closes his eyes, savoring it.

one second.

two seconds.

then he opens his eyes, looks at you, and with this dead-serious expression, says,

“jagi-ah.”

you raise an eyebrow. “hm, chanyoung ah?”

“i love you so much.”

you snort.

“one bite of egg and you’re already this moved?”

“no, i mean… i love you because you cook so well. but…”

chanyoung hesitates, glancing at the table, then back at you, lips pressed together like he’s wrestling with whether to say it or not. finally, he sets his chopsticks down and grabs your hand.

“but… is this gonna be enough for me?”

you glance at the spread, half of it’s already gone in under five minutes. and that’s when it hits you, your massive miscalculation.

you forgot your husband isn’t a normal guy.

he’s a swimmer, burning thousands of calories a day. for you, a meal like this would keep you full till lunch, but for chanyoung? this is probably just… a warm-up.

“not enough, huh?” you sigh, half-amused, half-sympathetic.

chanyoung nods, eyes all big and shiny.

“i’ve already eaten so little, though.”

you stare at his third bowl of rice, scraped clean, not a grain left. you eye the giant piece of salmon he polished off in two bites. then you look at your husband, putting on this pitiful act like he’s still starving.

shaking your head, you laugh at how adorable he is and get up to fetch more rice.

“hang on, i’ll cook some more.”

and just like that, your fifteen-minute breakfast turns into a marathon with lee chanyoung’s stomach. you make more rice, he eats it all. you fry more eggs, he downs them in a flash. by the time you sigh and say,

“you’ve eaten everything i had today,”

he reluctantly sets his chopsticks down, still looking… kinda hungry.

propping your hands on the table, you stare him down.

“how do you eat so much? aren’t you worried i’ll go broke feeding you?”

chanyoung blinks innocently, then suddenly leans down, pressing his face into your lap and wrapping his arms around your waist like some oversized teddy bear.

“babe, i know i’m guilty.”

“if you know, then eat less,” you tease with a grin.

“can’t. i’m an athlete. but… i only eat this much when it’s your cooking.”

you freeze, looking down at those earnest brown eyes brimming with sincerity.

seriously… with sweet-talk like that, how could anyone stay mad at him?

sighing, you ruffle his hair like he’s some giant puppy.

“fine. starting tomorrow, i’ll cook more. but you’re helping with the dishes, jagi.”

chanyoung nods like a kid promised a treat, grinning ear to ear.

“deal! i’ll wash them spotless for you!”

… thirty minutes later, you’re standing in the kitchen, watching your husband wrestle with a pile of soap suds and cracking up. the plates are still greasy, water’s splashing everywhere, and it’s clear you overestimated his dishwashing skills by a mile.

[riecoeur]

my gold metal husband

pairing: athlete!lee chanyoung x fem!reader

a mini-series about the married life of bae y/n and lee chanyoung. this is actually a translated version of my vietnames wattpad series, ‘chồng tôi là kình ngư số một’. it reimagines lee chanyoung (anton) as a professional swimmer instead of an idol.

warnings: english is not my first language, age-up.

제1장. 제2장. 제3장.

제4장. 제5장. 제6장.

제7장. 제8장. 제9장.

제10장. 제11장. 제12장.

제13장. 제14장. 제15장.

[more…]

[lostgirlinthewoods]

CRAZY STUPID LOVE | park wonbin smau

02. chanyoung's older sis .｡.:*☆

ignore timestamps unless otherwise stated.

notes. put on a video clip in the first panel if anyone misses it (although tumblr lowkey messed up with the quality). this chapter heavily involves chanyoung's dynamics with both group of friends to let you all establish how the character blends in with each other. hope you like it :)) also, i would probably gonna update at random times tho i really dont wanna overwhelm with it being so close to each other. im thinking of doing one or two chapters a day. any suggestions?

spoiler for the next chapter: band meetup

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pairing. guitarist!park wonbin x athlete!fem!reader

synopsis. lee y/n, a competitive swimming athlete, just wants to finish her degree as a scholar. no drama. no distractions. and certainly, no romance. park wonbin, a music prod student and the siren’s guitarist, just wants to make music. no crazy fangirls in line to date him. no insane dms from random people declaring their love for him. and certainly, no dating. imagine the shock on y/n’s face when she received a message from her brother, anton, asking “since when did you and wonbin started dating?”

genre. social media au, college au, fake dating, fluff, crack

status. ongoing.

taglist. open. send an ask or reply to this post.

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@started-with-f-ends-with-uck @seokton @fae-renjun @nujeskz @i03jae

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