#we started laughing at soon as we saw it. zoomed in on her face to get a better look

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Official beautiful pictures from the creature's first FastCAT. The crazed intensity of the second picture gets me

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 YUNJIN AND HER LOSER GF huh yunjin x reader

ever since they started preparing for their debut, yunjin found herself drawn to one of her members, there was something undeniably endearing about yn’s clumsy, rambling ways, the way her words tumbled out in nervous tangents, or how she’d trip over nothing and laugh it off with an awkward grin. it wasn’t just cute, it was kind of... attractive. the only problem? yn seemed blissfully unaware of yunjin’s growing affection, even though it was painfully obvious to everyone else. 

★yn unintentionally rejecting yunjin for five minutes during their variety shows 768k views

➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼

the other girls cheered as yn bounced the soccer ball from knee to knee. they had different tasks to finish outside before they could finally eat at the big buffet waiting for them.

“eight… nine, ten!” yn mumbled under her breath as the ball hit her knees. as soon as she finished, loud screams erupted around her, and she barely had time to react before all the girls rushed her, pulling her into a team hug.

once they let go, yn glanced at the camera with a raised brow, confused by the lingering arms still wrapped around her. the realization hit when she saw who it was, and her face instantly burned.

“okay! we just need to find the last card!” yunjin said, her arms stubbornly refusing to let go.

yn squirmed out of her hold, stumbling slightly before running down the field, her voice a little too loud. “yeah, let’s go!”

➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼

the members are sitting in a circle outside, completing a puzzle as one of their tasks. yn fumbles with the pieces, her brows furrowed in concentration.

“that doesn’t fit there,” yunjin said, scooting closer until their knees touched. she placed her hand on top of yn’s, guiding the puzzle piece to its correct spot.

yn froze, looking at their hands before awkwardly laughing. “oh, right. thanks…” she quickly pulled her hand away and started rifling through the remaining pieces, her ears turning red.

➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼

the group gathered for a break, sipping on water bottles. yunjin sat down next to yn, leaning in a little too close.

“you tired?” yunjin asked, her voice soft.

yn glanced at her, eyes wide. “not really… why?”

“you’ve been running around all day. here,” yunjin said, offering her water bottle.

yn hesitated before shaking her head quickly. “oh, no, I’m good! I have mine.” she grabbed her own bottle and took a big gulp, avoiding yunjin’s gaze.

yunjin chuckled under her breath. “okay…”

➩ CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼

the members were split into pairs for a scavenger hunt. yn and yunjin wandered through a forested area, searching for their next clue. “you’ve got something on your face,” yunjin said, stopping in her tracks.

yn blinked. “huh?”

yunjin reached out, brushing a stray leaf off yn’s cheek. the touch was brief, but yn immediately stiffened giving the camera a side glance.

“oh uh, thanks,” yn stammered, stepping back a little too quickly and nearly tripping over a tree root.

yunjin bit back a smile. “careful there.”

“yeah, uh… let’s keep looking!” yn blurted, speed walking ahead without a second glance.

➩ CLIP #5 PLAYING… 📼

the members gathered for a team bonding activity, writing letters of appreciation to each other. yn received a letter and smiled as she read it, realizing it was from yunjin.

“aw, this is so sweet,” yn said softly, glancing toward yunjin, who was already watching her with a small smile.

“did you like it?” yunjin asked, leaning forward slightly.

yn nodded quickly, holding up the letter. “yeah! it’s really nice. thanks.”

yunjin tilted her head, waiting for more, but yn quickly turned her attention back to writing her own letter, her face slightly flushed.

the camera zoomed in on yunjin, who sighed dramatically.

➩ CLIP #6 PLAYING… 📼

the group was playing a game where one member had to balance a balloon between them and another member using only their foreheads. yunjin and yn were paired up, and yunjin couldn't help but smirk at their close proximity.

“just stay still,” yunjin said, leaning in, their foreheads barely an inch apart as the balloon wobbled between them.

yn swallowed hard, her entire body tensing. “uh, okay…”

the countdown started, and the two had to move together without dropping the balloon. yunjin’s breath was warm against yn’s skin, and yn was very aware of how close they were. too aware.

suddenly, yn took a quick step back—too quick. the balloon slipped between them, floating to the ground.

the members burst into laughter as yunjin blinked at the fallen balloon before turning back to yn with an exasperated expression.

“you didn’t even try!” yunjin whined, nudging yn’s shoulder.

yn rubbed the back of her neck with a sheepish laugh. “yeah, um… my bad?”

➩ CLIP #7 PLAYING… 📼

the members were filming a behind the scenes vlog, and yn was sitting on the couch, lazily scrolling through her phone.

yunjin plopped down next to her, dramatically resting her head on yn’s shoulder.

“i’m so tired,” yunjin whined.

yn stiffened, staring at the camera like a deer caught in headlights. “uh… yeah, same.”

yunjin hummed, not moving away. “you’re comfy.”

yn let out an awkward laugh. “thanks?”

a few seconds passed, and yn slowly, very carefully, inched away. yunjin’s head slipped off her shoulder, and she sat up with an offended look.

“did you just… move away from me?” yunjin gasped, clutching her chest dramatically.

yn laughed nervously, avoiding eye contact. “uh… no?”

[chheolie]

dad seokmin forgot to keep his promise

seokmin was having one of those days where he planned to spend the entire afternoon entertaining his son with the most outlandish games he could think of. full of enthusiasm, he turned on the toy fire truck, which started zooming across the floor with its lights flashing and siren echoing throughout the room.

"look at this, buddy!" he exclaimed, excitedly, calling his little one over to watch the toy in action.

but to his surprise, his son, sitting on the floor with a surprisingly firm look, just crossed his arms and put on an expression that looked way too serious for a three-year-old. his little lips pushed out into a dramatic pout, as if he was experiencing the worst day of his life.

seokmin raised an eyebrow, confused, trying to decipher the unexpected reaction.

“is he mad about something? or maybe he just doesn’t like fire trucks anymore?” he thought, watching his son curiously.

determined to keep trying, he brought the truck closer and attempted to get him excited again.

"let’s put out the fire, son!" he said in an upbeat tone, waving the toy from side to side, trying to make it as fun as possible.

to his complete shock, the little boy, still with his pout intact, kicked the truck with his chubby foot, sending it sliding across the rug until it bumped against the couch leg. the kid’s angry face only grew, and the pout? somehow, it looked even bigger.

seokmin had to try really hard not to laugh. he felt his lips tremble with the urge to let out a chuckle, but he held it back. he didn’t want to make his little one any more upset.

"okay, my love… you don’t want to play with the fire truck," seokmin said in a softer, more paternal tone. "how about we go for a walk outside?" he suggested, smiling as if it was the most amazing idea ever.

the boy looked at his dad with a mix of disapproval and stubbornness, then turned his face away, crossing his arms even tighter.

seokmin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling clueless. he tried everything he could think of – he even offered to go outside and watch the “big trucks” his son usually loved to see, but nothing worked. feeling at a loss and a little desperate, he finally picked up his phone to call for help from the real expert: his wife.

with quick fingers, he typed a message, and soon his phone buzzed with a reply.

seokmin: babe, help.

he saw the typing bubbles pop up and then the message appeared.

seokmin: i think i just became our son’s number one enemy. 😩😩

y/n: 🤨 really? why?

seokmin: he won’t talk to me. won’t play with his favorite fire truck, doesn’t even want to go outside…

y/n: did you ask him why? maybe it’s something important

seokmin: babe… he’s only three. how’s he supposed to know how to explain what he’s feeling? 🥺

y/n: 🙄 ASK HIM, seokmin.

seokmin was ready to finally fix the situation, but he couldn’t resist asking his son one more time, now that the little boy seemed a bit less upset.

"son, did daddy do something wrong? why are you so upset?" he gently held his son’s tiny shoulders. "is there anything daddy can do to make you not be mad anymore?"

the little boy looked at him, still pouting, and said in a slightly teary voice, "you… you pwomised… stwawbewwy ice cweam… and you fowgot!"

seokmin had to cover his mouth to hide his laughter. of course, it was about food! and he vaguely remembered mentioning something about ice cream the night before, but with all the excitement and games, he’d completely forgotten.

"oh, son… i’m really sorry! daddy forgot about the ice cream!"

seokmin quickly grabbed his phone and texted his wife, almost as if he needed her to witness what he’d just discovered.

seokmin: babe, he said it

seokmin: i promised him strawberry ice cream after lunch, can you believe it? 😩😩

almost immediately, her reply came in.

y/n: really? i’m a witness.

seokmin: i forgot i’d promised that 😳

seokmin: but… how could he remember that? he’s just a baby!

y/n: he’s your son, seokmin. your legacy: selective memory for sweets and pizza.

seokmin: 😅😅😅😅😅

y/n: give him his ice cream before he packs his bag to run away from home.

laughing at the thought of his son packing a bag and searching for a new home that took ice cream promises seriously, seokmin headed to the kitchen to prepare the long-awaited treat. he grabbed a small bowl, added a few scoops of strawberry ice cream, and went all out: strawberry syrup, colorful sprinkles, and of course, a cherry on top. he carried the bowl back to the living room like it was a trophy, still imagining which uncle his son might ask for refuge with. maybe vernon? surely he wouldn’t forget a promise.

"here it is, buddy! your strawberry ice cream, with everything you deserve!"

the little boy, now with bright eyes, immediately dropped his pout and grabbed the bowl with both tiny hands, amazed by what he saw.

"yummy!" he said, fully focused on the ice cream and visibly happy.

seokmin crouched down beside him and asked hopefully, "so… do you forgive me for forgetting?"

the child nodded, but he was so engrossed in the ice cream that seokmin wasn’t sure if the forgiveness was genuine or just temporary. the ice cream was clearly priority number one.

he quickly sent another message to y/n.

seokmin: he forgave me…

seokmin: but i’m not sure we’re totally okay yet… i think his heart’s still divided between the ice cream and the grudge.

y/n: hahaha, i’m glad for you, babe.

seokmin watched as his son enjoyed the ice cream, and with each spoonful, the little boy let out a happy “mmm!” while seokmin watched, relieved to have made things right.

when his little one finished, he held up the empty bowl and grinned.

"was it good?" seokmin asked, smiling back at him.

"good, good!" he replied with his sweet little voice and eyes shining with joy.

suddenly, the boy got up, handed the bowl back to seokmin without much ceremony, and ran over to the fire truck still sitting on the floor.

"wooo woo woo woo!" he started imitating the fire truck siren with excitement, waving his dad over to join the game.

seokmin wasted no time. he ran to the kitchen to put the bowl down and, in seconds, was back in the living room, ready for the new mission to save the world. he pretended to put on an invisible firefighter helmet and gave his son a salute.

"firefighter seokmin reporting for duty!" he announced with a determined, goofy expression. "what’s the emergency, chief?"

his son held onto the toy truck, looking at him with serious little eyes.

"fire! big fire! daddy, come!" he shouted, running around the room with the truck while seokmin followed, pretending to turn on a siren.

the house transformed into a "fire station," and the two of them spent the next several minutes saving stuffed animals from the imaginary blaze.

seokmin: babe, we’re friends again

seokmin: we’re playing firefighters

y/n: alright, mr. firefighter, don’t make promises you won’t remember to keep

seokmin: 🫡🫡🫡

[gdinthehouseee]

One Take, One Chance: KANG DAESUNG x READER

summary: after opening up about his crush on you, you get invited as a guest on daesung's youtube channel. now neither of you can let this real opportunity slip by...

word count: 3829

tags: fluff; flirting, teasing, innuendos, jiyong and youngbae being little shits

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Daesung should have known better than to let Ji-yong and Youngbae team up against him.

It started out as a normal Zip Daesung episode—just three old friends gathered around a table, eating delicious food, and reminiscing about their careers. But then, somewhere between bites of grilled meat and playful jabs at each other’s fashion choices, the conversation took a turn.

“So,” Ji-yong leaned forward, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Who’s your dream guest for this show?”

Daesung hummed, tapping his chin in thought. “Dream guest? That’s tough… I mean, I’d love to have so many people on.”

Youngbae smirked. “Oh, come on. Just one name.”

Daesung hesitated, but then a name slipped out before he could stop himself. Yours. Ji-yong and Youngbae immediately exchanged a look.

“Ohhh?” Ji-yong’s lips curled into a smirk. “That’s your pick?”

Daesung frowned, already regretting speaking. “What? She’d be a fun guest!”

“You think it would be fun?” Youngbae practically cackled, slapping his knee. “You’ve been crushing on her for years.”

Ji-yong gasped dramatically. “Wait—years?”

Daesung turned red instantly. “I never said—”

“Man, don’t even try to deny it!” Youngbae cut in, grinning. “Every time her name comes up, you get all weird. You talk about her performances like she personally invented music. And don’t even get me started on that one time you—”

Daesung lunged forward. “Shut up!”

Ji-yong was laughing so hard he had to wipe his eyes, he then moved to nudge Youngbae. “This is amazing. Should I play matchmaker again? You both know I have a good track record.”

“It’s not like that!” Daesung’s protests fell on deaf ears. 

Ji-yong held up a hand, cutting him off. “It’s okay, it’s okay. We get it. She’s cool, talented, really good-looking—”

“I hate you both.”

“You won’t for much longer…”

Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t the end of it. The internet saw everything—especially your fans. The moment the episode aired, they latched onto it like detectives uncovering a major scandal. Within hours, social media was flooded with reactions, memes, and demands for you to appear on his channel. Fans dissected every second of his flustered reaction, zooming in on the way his ears turned red, looping the moment he choked on thin air, and outright begging you to make it happen.

Your heart sped up and ached at the thought of it, in fact. You have met Daesung a couple times, but only in passing at various awards shows before getting swept away within a minute or two by demanding managers, and even more demanding schedules. So the thought of being able to sit down and talk properly—intentionally—with him? It was everything to you. If only your schedule wasn’t so—

“You’re doing Zip Daesung soon, by the way.” 

You paused mid-sip of your drink, finally snapping out of your thoughts, and staring at your agent across the table. “I’m sorry—what?”

She barely looked up from her tablet, scrolling through your upcoming schedule. “They sent the invite. I confirmed.”

You blinked. “You what?”

“They wanted you on. You’re free that day. It’s happening.” She finally glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “Why? You like Daesung, don’t you?”

That was besides the point.

“I just—” You bit your lip, barely stopping the smile threatening to form. “I mean… have you seen what’s been happening online?”

“Oh, I’ve seen it. The clip of him getting teased? Adorable. The fans demanding this episode? Hilarious. And let’s not forget G-Dragon himself declaring the fact that he’s a matchmaker.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“You’re smiling.”

You immediately wiped the grin off your face. “No, I’m not.”

She just snorted. “Sure. Anyway, I already let the show know you’ll be there. They’re excited. Daesung is definitely excited.”

You exhaled, shaking your head. “You’re evil.”

“I prefer efficient.” She glanced back at her tablet. “Now, do you want me to send a standard confirmation, or should I let them know you’re looking forward to seeing Daesung blush in person?”

You shot her a look.

She grinned. “I’ll keep it professional. But you are going to have fun with this, right?”

You picked up your drink again, a slow smirk forming. “Oh, absolutely.”

A couple weeks later, the day had finally arrived. You stepped out of the car, adjusting your outfit as you took in the cozy restaurant set up. Warm lighting, carefully arranged cameras, and the familiar hum of production staff moving around filled the space. Everything looked inviting, intimate—perfect for casual conversation over a meal. Perfect for messing with him.

One of the production assistants came out to happily greet you, leading you inside and attaching a lapel microphone to your collar as they informed you how excited the man of the hour was excited to see you. Of course he was. Naturally, you were too. Not that you said anything more than a polite return of the compliment. 

The cameras were already rolling when you walked in. Daesung sat at the table, holding up a sleek bottle, mid-sentence in what was clearly a sponsorship plug. His voice was smooth and confident as he looked straight into the camera. “…which is why this is the perfect drink to enjoy with any meal. It’s refreshing, healthy, and, most importantly—”

Then, his eyes landed on you, and everything fell apart.

His grip on the bottle tightened. His words stalled, lips parting slightly like his brain had just short-circuited.

Somewhere off to the side, you heard a quiet whisper. “Oh my God, did you see that?”

Another voice, barely stifling laughter: “He’s doomed.”

You paused for a second, glancing around. The restaurant set was dimly lit for ambiance, and beyond the bright filming lights, you couldn’t quite make out the source of the voices. Probably some staff members who were getting a kick out of his reaction.

You smirked, stepping forward as the cameras captured everything. “Oh, don’t let me interrupt.”

Daesung blinked rapidly, scrambling to recover. “N-No, it’s fine! I was just—uh—finishing up.” He turned back to the camera, clearing his throat like that would somehow fix everything. “Anyway, be sure to check it out. I highly recommend it.”

With extreme focus, he set the bottle down—carefully, like he was afraid even the slightest wrong move would send it flying across the table.

Another whisper floated through the air. “He’s gripping that bottle like it’s a lifeline.”

You resisted the urge to look around again, choosing instead to slide into your seat across from him, resting your chin in your hand. “You sure? You seemed really into that.”

His laugh came out slightly too high-pitched at first, but then something shifted. His shoulders relaxed just a little, and suddenly, there was a glint in his eye.

“I mean,” he mused, tilting his head, “I was into it. But I wasn’t expecting you to be this early.”

You raised a brow. “Oh?”

Daesung leaned back slightly, a slow smile forming. “Yeah. I thought I had more time to prepare.”

You blinked, caught off guard for the briefest second. You’d come in expecting him to be the flustered one—but now? Now, he was looking at you like you were the one who needed to catch up.

And damn it, that was actually kind of attractive.

Another whisper from the shadows. “Did he just—?”

“Oh, he’s fighting back. This is getting good.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly, ignoring the voices as you smirked at Daesung. “Oh, I see how it is. You needed time to brace yourself.”

“Something like that.”

Fine. If that’s how he wanted to play it, you’d just have to turn it up a notch. You leaned in slightly, voice softer. “Well… I hope you like surprises.”

“Oh, I love surprises,” he said smoothly, voice dipping just enough to make it clear he was enjoying himself. “Especially when they walk into the room before I’ve had a chance to properly welcome them.”

“Is that your way of saying you would’ve rolled out the red carpet if I was a little later?”

“No, that’s my way of saying I would’ve had time to mentally prepare before you walked in and completely threw me off.”

“You know, I’m starting to think you wanted to be caught off guard.”

Daesung leaned forward just a little, mirroring your posture. “And why would I do that?”

Your smirk deepened. “Maybe because you like it when I have the upper hand.”

For a split second, you saw something flicker across his face—something dangerously close to intrigue. But before you could claim victory, he exhaled through his nose in a soft laugh, shaking his head.

“You’re quick,” he mused. “But…” He tapped his fingers against the table, eyes flickering over you before locking back onto yours. “I do like a challenge.”

Your breath caught just slightly—not enough for the cameras to notice, but enough for him to see it.

Oh. Oh.

So that’s how he wanted to play it.

Another whisper, nearly choked with laughter. “They’re just flirting at this point.” “Just wait till the food actually gets here.”

You still couldn’t quite see who was whispering, but you had an idea. Not that it mattered. Because right now, Daesung was looking at you like he was enjoying every second of this, and damn it—so were you. Game on. A small pause settled between you, but it wasn’t awkward—it was charged, humming with amusement and something else you weren’t ready to name yet. Daesung’s eyes still held that playful glint, a quiet challenge lingering between the two of you, but before either of you could push it further, the soft clink of dishes being placed on the table shifted the moment.

The restaurant staff had begun setting down the first course, steam rising from the carefully plated dishes. The rich aroma of broth, spices, and grilled meat filled the air, making your stomach tighten in anticipation.

Daesung exhaled through his nose, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he picked up his chopsticks. “Alright, before we accidentally turn this into a staring contest, let’s eat.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Sure, let’s call it accidental.”

His lips quirked, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he gestured toward the dish in front of you. “Do you like this? I asked them to include some of your favorites.”

Your brows raised slightly, pleasantly surprised. “You did?”

He hummed, grabbing a piece of meat and dipping it into sauce. “Of course. I did some research, you know. I couldn’t invite you on and not at least pretend to be a good host.”

There was a teasing edge to his tone, but the thoughtfulness behind it made warmth bloom in your chest.

You picked up your chopsticks, giving him a small smile. “I appreciate it. That’s very…” You paused, tilting your head. “Dare I say—charming of you?”

Daesung chuckled, shaking his head. “You could say that. Or you could just admit you’re impressed.”

“I’m slightly impressed,” you admitted, picking up a bite of food and tasting it. The flavors melted on your tongue, perfectly balanced. “Okay, more than slightly. This is really good.”

He grinned, clearly satisfied. “See? And you doubted me.”

“I never doubted you.” You gestured with your chopsticks. “I just assumed you’d be more focused on trying to make me flustered than actually making sure I enjoyed the meal.”

His laugh came easy this time, smooth and genuine. “Who says I can’t do both?”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

The conversation slipped into an easy rhythm as the two of you ate, teasing remarks woven between casual questions about schedules, recent projects, and shared industry experiences. It felt natural—comfortable, despite the bright filming lights and the knowledge that thousands of people would be watching this later. Even the quiet murmurs from the shadows—who you still hadn’t identified—faded into the background as you found yourself getting lost in the push and pull of conversation.

Daesung was witty, effortlessly charming, and heart-warmingly attentive, making sure your plate was never empty and that you were comfortable. While the playful teasing never fully disappeared, there was something undeniably genuine underneath it all. And that? That was even more dangerous than the flirting.

You twirled your chopsticks between your fingers, watching Daesung as he took a bite of food. He was comfortable now, smiling easily as he spoke, completely in his element. The earlier nerves had faded, replaced by his usual warm charisma. Naturally, you had to ruin that.

You set your chopsticks down, leaning forward just enough to make him notice. “You know…” you mused, tilting your head. “I have to admit, I was really looking forward to this.”

Daesung’s chopsticks paused mid-air. He blinked, processing your words before offering an amused smirk. “Oh? My show, or… me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

His eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a moment, it seemed like he was going to play along. But then you reached for your drink, casually taking a sip as you let your words sink in.

That’s when you saw it. The slight shift in his expression—the way his fingers tightened around his chopsticks just a little too much, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips like he was suddenly aware of how dry his mouth had gotten.

Got him.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head as he picked up a piece of meat and placed it on your plate. “Eat. You’re getting too confident.”

You let out a soft laugh. “What? I can’t compliment my charming host?”

His jaw tightened for the briefest second, but then he exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head. “You are dangerous.”

You popped the bite of food into your mouth, chewing with exaggerated innocence. “Oh? I thought you liked a challenge.”

He let out his own breathy laugh and ran a hand through his hair. “I do.”

“You sure?” Your cheeks were almost starting to hurt with how long you’ve been smiling. “Seems to me like you could have used that mental preparation.” 

As much as you enjoyed getting under his skin, there was something equally enjoyable about watching him find his rhythm again. He wasn’t flustered so much as he was enjoying this—meeting you beat for beat, letting the conversation slip into a smooth back-and-forth that neither of you had to think too hard about. A natural rhythm. A comfortable challenge.

Daesung picked up another piece of food and placed it on your plate, eyes flickering up to meet yours. “Eat. I’d rather not lose to you on an empty stomach.”

You let out a soft chuckle, picking up the bite he’d given you. “Fair enough. Wouldn’t want you to tap out too early.”

His grin widened. “Oh, don’t worry. I never tap out early.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Daesung’s smile faltered for just a second. A single second of realization.

Then—

A sharp, choked sound came from somewhere off-camera. A full-bodied laugh followed, then a chair scraped against the floor as someone collapsed with laughter.

Daesung instantly straightened in his seat and frantically waved his hands, his ears turning bright red as his brain clearly scrambled for a way out. “No, no, wait! That is not what I meant! I just meant—I meant that I—I don’t give up easily! Like—I keep going! I mean, not like that! Not that I wouldn’t—wait, no, that’s not—”

The more he talked, the deeper he sank, and the moment he clamped his mouth shut, realizing the hole he’d dug for himself—

A loud, dramatic sigh.

“Alright, that’s enough,” a voice announced, followed by the unmistakable shuffle of footsteps.

Before Daesung—or you—could react, two figures emerged from the shadows, stepping into the frame like they owned the place. Ji-yong and Youngbae. Cackling. Absolutely delighted.

The crew lost it.

“Sorry, we couldn’t let this continue,” Ji-yong said, slapping a hand onto Daesung’s shoulder while grinning ear to ear.

“Yeah,” Youngbae added, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “He was drowning. We had to step in.”

Daesung let out a very real groan, dropping his head into his hands. “Oh my—”

You, meanwhile, just sat back and watched, thoroughly entertained. “So that’s where those whispers were coming from.”

Ji-yong smirked, winking. “You’re welcome.”

Daesung shot them a look. “I hate both of you.”

“No, you don’t,” Youngbae jumped in.

Ji-yong leaned in, elbowing Daesung. “So. You never tap out, huh?”

Oh, this was the best decision you’d ever made.

What was once a standard episode of Zip Daesung had quickly unraveled into something much less structured—and far more chaotic.

Ji-yong and Youngbae made themselves comfortable, as if they’d been invited rather than having quite literally crashed the shoot. Youngbae, in true older-brother fashion, took it upon himself to steal bites of Daesung’s food, nodding in faux approval as if he were a judge on a cooking show. Ji-yong, on the other hand, leaned forward with his chin in his palm, shooting you knowing glances every time Daesung so much as looked in your direction.

Daesung, to his credit, tried to regain control of the show.

Tried.

But every time he attempted to steer the conversation back to the meal, the questions, anything remotely professional, one of his so-called friends would derail it entirely.

“Oh, let’s talk about your crush,” Ji-yong had said at one point, eyes sparkling with pure mischief. “You know, the one you definitely don’t have.”

“Yeah, how’s that working out for you, buddy?” Youngbae added, far too pleased with himself.

Daesung nearly knocked over his drink.

“I mean… they do have a point.” You noted.

Daesung gave up.

He slumped back in his chair, sighing so deeply you thought he might just melt into the floor. “This is my own show. I invited you. And yet, here I am, suffering.”

Ji-yong patted his back. “Yeah, but it’s great content.”

By the time the meal neared its end, the restaurant was filled with laughter, empty dishes, and a camera crew that had long since given up on maintaining any sort of structure. What had started as a playful, casual interview had turned into a full-fledged comedy special. Eventually, the director called it a wrap.

Daesung exhaled, slumping forward onto the table.

You chuckled, stretching slightly. “That was fun.”

“For you, maybe,” Daesung muttered, glaring at his so-called friends. “I just lost all credibility.”

Ji-yong smirked. “Oh, you never had any to begin with.”

Youngbae stood, stretching with a grin. “Alright, we’ll get out of your hair now. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.”

Daesung’s jaw clenched. “That’s literally not helpful.”

Ji-yong just winked before the two of them disappeared into the background, still chuckling to themselves.

As the crew packed up, Daesung rubbed his temples, exhaling deeply. “I am never letting them anywhere near my show again.”

“I don’t know… I think they added a nice touch.”

“Of course you do.”

With the cameras off and the crew packing up, the once-buzzing atmosphere simmered into something quieter, more intimate. The overhead lights were dimmer now, casting a warm glow over the table where you and Daesung still sat.

And yet, for all the teasing and easy banter, something in him had shifted. He was quieter. Fidgeting. Stealing glances at you, then looking away just as quickly. You noticed, of course. How could you not? The normally playful and effortlessly charming Daesung was suddenly hesitant, almost unsure—like something was on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it. You waited, giving him the space to speak. But the words never came.

Instead, he exhaled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well… I guess I should walk you out.”

You tilted your head slightly but didn’t push. “Alright.”

The two of you stood, gathering your things as the last bits of the production crew wrapped up. A few of them shot you knowing looks—they had clearly been hoping for something more to happen on camera—but they said nothing as you made your way toward the exit.

The cool night air greeted you as you stepped outside. The streets were quieter now, the neon signs of Seoul humming softly against the darkness. You turned slightly toward him, offering a small smile. 

“Well, thanks for having me,” you said, keeping your tone light. “Even if your show got completely hijacked.”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, that was… something.”

A beat of silence passed.

For a moment, it seemed like that was it—that he was just going to let you leave. That the teasing, the lingering glances, the undeniable tension had all been in your head. And then—

“Wait.”

His voice was quieter now, less sure, but there was urgency in it.

You turned back just as he took a step closer, rubbing his hands together like he was working up the nerve for something.

“I—” He exhaled sharply, then met your gaze, determination flickering behind his warm eyes. “Would you… wanna make a real date out of this?”

Your breath caught.

For the first time tonight, the teasing stopped. Your mind blanked for a split second, heart skipping an unsteady beat. A real date?

You searched his expression, almost in disbelief. He noticed it immediately—the way your fingers tightened slightly around the strap of your bag, the way your lips parted like you weren’t quite sure you’d heard him right. The way your usual playful, effortless confidence wavered just a little. Just like that, his entire demeanor softened.

He let out a quiet chuckle, stepping just a bit closer. “What?” His voice was warm, teasing, but gentle. “Did I break you?”

You blinked, snapping out of it. “I—” You cleared your throat, shaking your head. “No. Just… I thought maybe after tonight you’d—”

You stopped yourself, suddenly feeling ridiculous for even saying it.

“What? Change my mind?” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Please. You think I went through all that just to let you get away?”

You stared at him, still thrown, and that was when he really saw it—genuine nerves flickering across your face, the disbelief that he actually wanted this for real. Wanted you.

Something in him melted. Then, just as quickly, his signature grin returned.

“Wow.” He let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “You were so smooth five minutes ago. Where’d all that confidence go?”

Your jaw dropped. “Oh, shut up—”

“No, no, I liked that!” He grinned, pointing at you. “Should I make you nervous more often? You’re kinda cute like this.”

“I hate you.”

“Still wanna go on a date with me, though?”

“Unfortunately.”

Daesung laughed, bright and full, and you rolled your eyes before finally letting your own grin slip through.

“Alright,” he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets, still watching you with something undeniably fond in his gaze. “Then let’s go.”

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[arc-misadventures]

Friends Au: How would Roblyn and the happy huntresses react to seeing the photos of Jaune's family?

The Rivalry Burns Brighter

Yang: Hahaha! Oh, gods I forgot he looked like such a huge dork!

Ruby: Yeah, he's really grown up. Loosing all that baby fat, and gaining a lot more muscles.

Yang: You better keep that to yourself. Otherwise, Winter will come after you.

Ruby: Yeah, she... Winter... Winter scares me...

: Do I now?

Ruby: AHHH?!

Yang: Oh?! H-Hi, Winter... W-We're just looking at old photos when we were back in, Beacon, and we were just laughing at how, Jaune used to look.

Winter: Laughing at, Jaune?

Ruby: Y-You know how he looks now, but I don't think you ever saw him when he was at, Beacon.

Winter: No, I've never seen him until recently; What did he look like?

Ruby: Well, uhh... h-here's a photo of him...

Winter took, Ruby's scroll looking at the more skinnier body of, Jaune from a few years ago.

Winter: Hmmm... He defiantly has a much more boyish face... A cute, rounder, child...ish... face...?

Winter zoomed on, Jaune's face, analyzing every aspect of his face where she noticed something interesting. She pulled out her scroll before sending the photo it to her scroll, before giving, Ruby's scroll back to her.

Winter: Thank you for sharing this with me, Ms. Rose. Now if you'll excuse me.

Winter swiftly made her way to leave, quickly leaving the two sisters alone.

Yang: ...

Ruby: ...

Ruby: I think we just did something bad...

Yang: But, what did we do...?

Ruby: I don't know...

Yang: Well doesn't that sound scary...

~~~

Inside the 'secret' headquarters of the, Happy Huntresses, Robyn Hill, and her companions were going over several plans that they needed to accomplish to ensure, Robyn's ascension to become a councilmember for, Mantle, and Atlas. But, this planning session was about to be brought to an abrupt end. One a scared sheep faunas was about to tell why.

Fiona: Uhhhh... R-Robyn...?

May: Fiona? You okay?

Joanna: You look a little pale.

Robyn: Is something wrong, Fiona?

Fiona: You have a visitor...

Robyn: Oh? And, who is it?

Fiona: It's... It's, Winter Schnee...

Robyn: Wi... Winter Schnee?!

May: Seriously?!

Joanna: What the hell is she doing here?!

Fiona: I-I don't know?! She just said she needs to talk with you alone!

Robyn: About what?!

Fiona: I don't know?!

Robyn: Okay, okay, okay... Relax everyone, let's play it cool... There's nothing to worry about.

Joanna: But, it's, Winter fucking Schnee?!

Robyn: I know that... but, I must not show fear in front of my rival.

MJF: Rival?

Robyn: For my, White Knight!

May: White knight?

Fiona: Jaune Arc.

JM: Ohhh!

Robyn: Silence! We must prepare for the demons arrival...

Joanna: Alright...

May: We're ready.

Robyn: Alright, Fiona. Let her in...

Fiona nodded her head as, May, and Joanna took a flanking position behind, Robyn stood proud in front.

Fiona opened the door, and told, Robyn she could enter. Soon, came in the high, and might, Winter Schnee. Her eyes fixed solely on, Robyn Hill, not care for the other members of the, Happy Huntresses, as if their mere presence meant nothing at all to her.

Winter: Hello. Robyn Hill, our meeting has been long overdo...

Robyn: Indeed it has been, Specialist Schnee.

Winter: ...

Robyn: ...

Winter: Before we begin, I just want you to know that this... meeting of ours has nothing to do with your past exploits of stopping, Atlas Military personnel, supplies, and equipment. If so, I would have dealt with you sooner if you mattered.

Robyn: If I didn't matter, then should I take it that, Mantle, and it's people don't matter either?

Winter: No, they do, and will always matter. But, you do not matter as much as them. You are, but a drop in a bucket.

Robyn: I'd be careful if I was you, even a single drop of water can start a tsunami.

Winter: Or, show you that you have a leaky bucket.

May: They're fighting right...?

Fiona: Over, Jaune, right?

Joanna: They should be... But, am I the only one who isn't picking up on a lot of hidden sexual tension?

Fiona: Everyone can!

May: You can practically taste it!

Fiona: It makes sense too. They're both fighting for the same guy, whoever beds him first wins!

Joanna: So... is this where the war begins...?

Winter: Now then. Robyn... as much as I would like to call you a lying cheating political whore...

Robyn: And, as much as I would call you a thieving dust slut...

Winter: I'm afraid we both have bigger foes to deal with when it comes to winning the heart of my Knight!

Robyn: I think you mean, my Knight.

Winter: Over my dead body you slut!

Robyn: Bring it whore!

WR: ...

Winter: Haa... enough... as much as I like to insult you, and prove why it is better if I became, Winter Schnee Arc!

Robyn: Robyn Hill Arc sounds better...

Winter: I'm afraid that we are both already losing to another woman.

Robyn: What?! What do you mean we're already losing?!

Winter: Let me show you this photo of, Jaune, and his family.

Winter plucked out a photo from under her coat, and handed it to, Robyn. She eyed it warningly for a moment before taking it, and inspect the imagine.

Robyn: This is a photo of, Jaune... and his family... with... Wait? Does, Jaune have eight sisters?!

Winter: Seven sisters, the one next to the man, in the back is, Jaune's father, and next to him, is, Jaune's mother.

Robyn: Oh... But, seven sisters...? That's a good sign of fertility...

Winter: A very good sign. Now then, here is another photo of, Jaune sisters, and his nephew.

Robyn: Nephew?

Winter pulled out another photo, and handed to, Robyn who took it. She saw a fair skinned blonde with blue eyes, the person, Robyn assumed was, Jaune sister, and a girl with dark skin, and red glasses holding a dark skinned baby in their hands.

Robyn: Who are the people in this photo?

Winter: The blonde, as you've probably already guessed, is, Jaune's sister, Saphron Cotta Arc, and the woman with the darker skin is, Terra Cotta Arc, Saphron's wife, and Jaune's sister-in-law. And, the child in the middle is, Adrian Cotta Arc, Jaune's nephew.

Robyn: Okay... he looks cute, what about him?

Winter: This is the last photo I wanted to show you; This is a photo of, Jaune when he was back in, Beacon. Before his... glow up~!

Robyn: Glow up?

Robyn took the photo, Winter offered, and inspected it. Jaune was much more lanky, and childish, no where near as charming, and attractive as he is now. But, he did have a nice, cute face that...

Robyn: Hold on...?

Robyn placed the photo of, 'Beacon Jaune,' next to the lesbian couple, and their child. Her eyes darting between the two photos before she raised her head, looking at, Winter with bloody fury in her eyes.

Robyn: Call, Jaune Arc down here... NOW...

~~~

Jaune walked into the, Happy Huntresses 'secret base,' and already his danger senses were blaring. He could see, Joanna, and May looking at him, fear was echoing in their eyes as they shied away from him.

His step hesitated for a bit before he walked up to, Fiona who was standing nervously in front of a door to, Robyn's 'office.'

Jaune: Uhh... Fiona... Is... is something going on?

Fiona: Oh well... something is going to happen... I don't know what exactly, but... well...?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I don't like that answer...

Fiona: I'm sorry... I can't help you with what's...?!

Robyn: Fiona is, Jaune here yet?!

Jaune, and Fiona visibly recoiled from the door as, Robyn screamed bloody hell through the door.

Fiona: Y-Yes...?

Robyn: Then tell him to get his ass in here! NOW!

Fiona: EEP!

Jaune looked at as she embraced the scared sheep persona. But, he gave her a reassuring shoulder pat before entering, Robyn's office.

As the door shut behind him, he saw, Robyn Hill standing next to her desk, while, Winter Schnee was standing on the other end. Robyn had her arms folded across her chest staring daggers at him, while Winter held her arms behind her back glaring down at, Jaune.

Jaune knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was in trouble, big trouble at that, and that these two warrior woman were furious with him for some reason. But, Jaune couldn't help but think that the pair looked damn hot while doing so.

Jaune: W-Well... It's nice to see you two finally meeting each other face to face... So, uhhh... w-what is this all about? Are you finally putting an end to this rivalry you two have imposed over me... C-Cause I want to end it myself, I just... I-I don't know who to pick... I mean you two are some of the most impressive, and beautiful woman I've ever met!

Jaune: I mean, Robyn... I admire your noble beauty, and courage to stand up for what you believe is right! That you're willing to put everything on the line for the people of, Mantle. I may be your white knight, but you will forever be my lady I've sworn to protect, and serve.

Jaune: And, Winter, I adore your elegant charm, and despite all that your father did, both directly, and indirectly to you, that you are standing strong, and proud throughout it all is inspiring. I am honoured to stand beside you as we fight to serve, and protect the people of, Atlas.

Jaune: I want to make my choice... I don't want to be an ass, and make you two feel like I'm stringing you along. But, I can't chose between either of you... I'm trying, but... I've never been so lucky to have two wonderful woman want me before. But, this time... I'm scared to choose, because if I only pick one of you, I'll lose the other... And, I can't handle the pain of losing someone I love again... notagain.

Jaune had dropped his head in shame as he lamented the cowardice of his heart, but as he brought his head up to stare at the two woman he was met with the sight of a pair of scarlet tinged faces. Winter was adverting her gaze as she was shuffling around nervously, while, Robyn had turned her face to look away from him, but, Jaune could tell she was blushing based on how her red her ears were.

Winter: While it's nice to know how you feel about the both of us... and, I can understand why you're having difficulty choosing one of us... I'll explain why to you later, Ms. Hill.

Robyn: T-Thank you... Specialist Schnee.

Winter: But, that's... that's not what we called you here for.

Jaune: Oh? Then what did you call me for?

Robyn: Well.. okay... so, Specialist Schnee showed me these photo's.

Robyn handed, Jaune the photos of his family, these photos gave, Jaune pause as he looked at, Winter with a distrustful look on his face.

Jaune: T-These were the photos in my locker? D-did you take these out of my locker?

Winter: No, I took a photo of them, and printed a copy.

Jaune: Oh... that's marginally better... but, what's with this third photo... Where did you get this, this was from when I was in, Beacon?

Winter: I acquired it from, Ruby Rose.

Jaune: She had a photo of me? Didn't know she had anything of me... But, what is this all of this about?

Winter: Well, I was looking at the photo of you, and your family... and, I noticed something... peculiar... I decided to take this photo to, Robyn Hill to ask if she also saw something in the photos...

Robyn: And, I did happen to find something most curious to see.

Jaune: Oh... w-what did you find...?

Winter took the photo of, Jaune back when he was in, Beacon, and the one with, Saphron, Terra, and Adrian in it, holding the next together.

Winter: Why does, your nephew look like you!

Jaune: Arc genetics...?

Robyn: It's obvious, Terra is the birth mother! Yet he looks like you!

Jaune: Most babies look the same, it doesn't mean he looks like me?!

Winter: Are you really, Adrian's uncle, or are you his father?!

Jaune: I am his uncle!

Robyn: Did you fuck your sister-in-law?!

Jaune: I did not?!

Winter: It's fucking RED!

During the shouting match, Robyn had grabbed, Jaune's shoulder, and started shaking him, involuntarily activating her semblance on him in the process. Jaune looked at the emanating red glow from, Robyn's hands before looking at the pair of woman looking at, Jaune demanding an answer with murderous intent if her refused to answer.

Jaune: O-O-Okay! I am, Adrian's biological father! Saphron, and Terra wanted to have a child, and they wanted them to be an, Arc, so they asked me to be the donner.

Winter: Why did they ask you, why couldn't they ask someone else to be the donner.

Jaune: It's either me, or my dad. Which would you prefer, Winter; your dad, or your brother to be the sperm donner?

Winter: ...

Winter: My brother...

Jaune: And, that's why they asked me.

Robyn: So you went to a clinic, and donated your sperm, and they artificially inseminated your sister-in-law?

Jaune: That... That was the plan... Terra had other ideas...

Robyn: Other ideas...?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I slept with her...

Robyn: You really did fuck your sister-in-law?!

Jaune: Hey, it's what we agreed to! They wanted a child, and they wanted me to be the donner! Yes, I slept with my sister, but she got the child she wanted, and everyone was happy!

Robyn: Then what, you dip out and never have a part of your child's life?

Jaune: If you're thinking that I'd go out for milk, and never return, then you'd be sorely mistaken. I am a part of my sons life, I am just not that involved with him. If he ever wants to learn about his father, we will tell him the truth; That I am his biological father.

Winter: And, that's the end of it with you, and your nephew, right?

Jaune: ...

Winter: That's the end of it with you, and your nephew, right...?

Jaune: Haa... Three months ago, back when I was staying with them in, Argus... I was in a more... darker place... A more... suicidal place...

Robyn: S-Suicidal?

Winter: Jaune lost a lot of people when, Beacon fell. He also lost the only person he could ever consider his friend... Jaune was thinking about taking his life... more in a sense of a heroic self sacrifice... but suicide nonetheless. He hasn't had such a mindset as of late though.

Robyn: Are you sure about that? The way he went after that scorpion fellow says otherwise.

Winter: That monster needed to be taken out with extreme prejudice. While I agree, Jaune's method was rather risky, it nonetheless eliminated a severe threat, and saved your life in the process.

Robyn: I understand... But still, don't go around risking your life like that!

Robyn poked, Jaune in his chest, even if she was poking his armour, it did feel like he was forcing her fingernail was stabbing him.

Jaune: Don't worry, I'm doing a lot better since then, especially since you two came into my life. I feel happy just knowing that I have the pair of woman such as yourselves in my life. But, there was also, Terra's threat... that helped in another way. But, it was mostly thanks to you two.

The pair were blushing faintly as, Jaune was sweet talking them into a blushing mess again just by being so nice to them. However, there was something they needed to be ask.

Winter: What threat are you talking about?

Jaune: Well, you see... the original plan was to never talk about who, Adrian's father was. But, Terra threatened me that she would tell, Adrian when he was older who his father was, and she wanted me to be alive so he would know. That was the first part of the threat...

Winter: First part.

Jaune: It was meant to be a secret between the two of us... But, Terra told, Saphron that I was, Adrian's father. Saphron wasn't as surprised, or as angry as I thought she would be. She had already expected that we didn't go to a sperm bank, she wasn't angry about that at all. Nor was she angry that... That, Terra wanted another kid... And, well... last i heard, Terra's about three months pregnant...

Winter: T-Three months pregnant?!

Robyn: You did it again?!

Jaune: It was all consensual!

Winter: But, you slept with your sister-in-law!

Robyn: And, impregnated her!

RW: Again!

Jaune: Yes, I impregnated my sister-in-law, twice! We've already established that already! Why are you freaking out about that so much?!

Winter: Cause, I wanted to have your child first...

Jaune: I uhh... what?

Robyn: I was going to have his first kid, not you, you bitch!

Winter: You want to go there, you whore?!

Robyn: Bring it you cunt!

Jaune: Excuse me?! You were interrogating me about my son, and now you're arguing about who should have had my first kid? Where the hell is all of this coming from?!

Winter: Ahh...?!

Robyn: Uhh...?!

Winter: Baby fever...?

Jaune: Why is that question?

Robyn: Yeah, baby fever... we saw the photo of your adorable son...

Winter: Absolutely adorable~!

Robyn: And, now we want your kids.

Winter: I want at least three.

Robyn: Ha! I'll go for four!

Winter: Five...

Robyn: Six...

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I love you, Adrian, but gods dammit, why do you gotta do your father dirty like this?

[scented-morker]

Enha when 8th member s/o has a stage accident

8th member au, fem reader, mentions of electrocution in jw + rk’s, requested!!, 1345 words not proofread

Heeseung

He was internally screaming as soon as he saw you getting ready

You guys always like to give each other fashion shows of your outfits before performing

Like "babe look!" And then strut strut strut pose "slay me!!" 😆😆

But he knew immediately that you did not feel very slayful in your outfit

You were literally yanking it down after every step you took because it was already short and just kept riding up

You give him a "What do you think? 😕"

And he's like "I think you would look really good in a pair of pants 😁"

But the stylists don't have anything else so you have to go out in it

He keeps giving you nervous looks from across the stage

Anytime he crosses in front of you or anything he tries to cover you up or block the camera so you can readjust

Literally texts THE FREAKING CEO like "I'm concerned about the outfits given to yn, she can't perform her best while being so clearly uncomfortable"

"I'm concerned about the entire world realizing you're in love with her, but I guess I can talk to the styling staff 🤷🏻‍♀️"

OKAY BANG PD CALL HIM OUT ON THE SIMPERY LIKE THAT

But you never get an uncomfortably short outfit again... Heelift indeed 😌

Jay

Someone did not think this through 😭

You're doing your killing part in one of the songs on music bank

So obviously the camera guy gets closer to zoom in on you (werk👏👏)

BUT THEN he immediately moves to camera above your head to find Sunghoon and just WALKS INTO YOUR FACE

Ik y'all have seen that wonyo fancam... that's what I'm talking about

You literally make the most horrified face bc THIS MANS CROCH IS IN YOUR FACE

Screw professionalism, you're traumatized 😀

But man jays face is WORSE 😭😭

He's SO MAD like angry eyebrows and everything bc YOU JUST GOT VIOLATED ON LIVE TELEVISION

Walks up to you in the middle of the performance and checks on you

"Are you okay? 🥺"

You're like "yeah, talk after" and go back to performing

At the end when you drop down to a similar pose he goes in front of you 😭😭

It's fine because it wasn't your ending fairy but everyone is on Twitter like "he protects them so well 😭"

He rly does 🫶🫶 and starts a petition to at least get female camera operators next time

Jake

You guys were performing at a festival in the rain (wow so safe)

And everyone has talked before hand about being extra careful so you didn't slip

But it was such a big crowd!!! And it was your favorite song!!!

So you maybe went a little bit harder than you should have 🫣

... and fell on your face mid performance

I'm sorry but he laughs 😭😭

Like he sees you down out of the corner of his eye

Just 💃🕳 and then nothing

You give him such a dirty look when he laughs bc "YOURE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME STOP LAUGHING!!"

So ofc he runs over after and helps you up + gives you a big hug ❤️❤️

"I'm sorry, you just looked so funny!!"

So you smack him again of course because "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOOK FUNNY" 😠

But he kisses your boo boo scraped knees (which of course everyone LOSES IT watching) and looks up at you with a smirk 😫😫

I CANT 😵‍💫

Sunghoon

You pretty much always had to wear heels to perform because you were so much shorter than the boys

But today man you had some BIG STOMPERS ON

Like platforms and big heels, the whole thing

And at first Hoon just laughs at you 😭😭

"You really need all that extra height?" Then he stands next to you and realizes you're still not as tall as him "and it doesn't even work!!" 😆😆

He's having the time of his life until you smack him (except he makes you kiss him after so still a win for him honestly)

But then once you guys are performing he notices that you're not moving your legs as freely as usual 🤔 (we love an observant partner <33)

He gives you a 🤷🏻‍♀️ from across the stage and you mouth back "heavy... and too big"

It's a concert and not a like show performance so he just walks over and TAKES YOUR SHOES OFF 😭😭

Like, bends down, unlaces them, takes them off and sets them by the side of the stage

You're like wow he's so sweet omg 😆 but then he goes "now you're short again" with the biggest smile and then runs away

So much for that... enjoy your sock performance 😻

Sunoo

Honestly it was really bad for you but kinda good for him 😭

You guys were performing at a fan meeting and they were gonna shoot like fireworks out at the end !!

And everyone knew it, but you were in the bathroom when they told everyone the specifics 🫣

So you were out just like casually performing, not really doing all of the choreo

More so just singing and running back and forth on the stage to say hi to everyone 🫶

But then the fireworks shootout 😭 and you were literally RIGHT NEXT TO THEM

And you’re so freaked out and they were so close and loud and you fall on your butt 😁

And the boys don’t realize it at first because they’re interacting with fans

But when you fall the whole crowd gasps 😭😭 and they’re like ????

And then Sunoo sees you on the floor half crawling away from the fireworks THAT ARE STILL SHOOTING OUT

He feels bad but he also thinks it’s really cute (😒)

But of course he helps you up 😁

And then he drags you around with him for the rest of the time

Like no you aren’t allowed to go anywhere by yourself anymore, he is holding your hand and you are going TOGETHER

Jungwon

Listen he is MAD

Like Leader Won was on high alert all day because it's been storming on and off

He was worried someone was gonna slip

But it was 10x worse 😭

You had turned your head to do a part of the choreo and some of the rain water got into your in ear

LITERALLY ELECTROCUTED YOU

It's giving Benjamin Franklin sunbaenim 😻😻

You were center for that part so all of the boys just saw you jump from the shock and then fall into a crouch covering your ears

He is IMMEDIATELY on it, running up to you and taking them out of your ears and escorting you off stage

He lowkey yells at the staff (🫣) bc "the performance should have been cancelled and now Yn's hurt!"

He doesn't want to leave you, but he has to go finish the rest of the performance

But once you're back home, he's not leaving your side

Chilling in a dark room with soft music playing so your ears don't hurt 🫶🫶

He's trending for like a week because of how scary he was 😭

Riki

Riki is the opposite of Jungwon 😭

Like he was having the time of his life performing and then he sees you drop and goes through all five stages of grief at the same time

Runs over "are you okay?!"

Except he yelled and you just got YOUR EARS ELECTROCUTED so you clutch your ears tighter bc it hurt

Once he sees you crying ITS OVER

Literally picks you up and takes you backstage, yelling to any staff in a thirty foot radius that he needs help ☹️

They lay you down in a stretcher and take you out to make sure you don't have like permanent ear drum damage or anything and he's just standing there like 😨

He has no idea what to do with himself

"Can I go with them? Please please please?"

So they let him of course bc he's cute and he WILL NOT let go of your hand for the entire time you're being treated until you're back in the dorms laid on his bed 🥹

He’s so clingy for like a week after because he was just so scared and he never wants to be away from you ☹️

[0phantom0]

Swimming (Matt Sturniolo)

description: y/n and the triplets go swimming for content. But matt and y/n's sweet intractions definitely do not go unseen.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual things.

I have had a crush on Matt for the longest time. Everybody always tells me that he likes me back, but I never belive it.

Today, Matt, Chris, Nick and I have rented out a swimming centre, so we can film content in there. I was so exited, I had done swimming in the past and it was always a huge part of my life, something that I could do where I don't overthink or get stressed or anxious. "Y/n?" Matt says, breaking me out of my thoughts. "You alright?" I nodded, continuing to gaze out of the window humming quietly to 'TV by Billie Eilish.'

I suddenly felt a warm feeling on my inner thigh, I peered down at my lap and saw that it was Matt's hand. Slowly rubbing circles with his thumb. I felt a hot flush of heat run to my face as I turned away, biting my lip.

Around 5 minutes later, Matt removed his hand from my thigh to park in a space outside the swimming pool. I was sad at the loss of contact, but I knew matt had to use both hands so he didn't rear end the car beside him. As soon as he had parked we got out, Chris came up behind me and ruffled my hair "hey!" I said looking back at him annoyed. " I was having a good ponytail day!" All he replies with is "whoopsies" as he runs away like a child. Matt came up behind me and wrapped his arm over my shoulders pulling my back into his chest as he walked behind me. He carefully moved my misplaced strands of hair back to their original places. Little did we know Nick was recording us behind long enough to catch the whole thing. "Definitely keeping this in, it will be good for the edits." Whispers Nick to Chris. Chris just chuckles and agrees.

I start to get giddy as we walk inside because I smell the familiar scent of chlorine. I ran into the changing rooms, Chris running behind me as Matt and Nick slowly walked behind us. As me and Chris were fighting over who should get the family sized stall, Nick started to talk to Matt.

"So when are you two gonna get together?" Asked Nick. "What are you talking about?" Says Matt his gazed still fixed on me as I tried to push myself into the stall that Chris wouldn't let me have. "C'mon you know exactly what I'm taking about. Don't think we don't see the way you too look at each other. AND don't think we didn't see you putting your hand on her thigh or when you did all that weird shit in the car park coming in."

"Okay okay geez, I would love to talk to her about a relationship but I'm not sure she likes me back." Nick looks at him with an expression mixed of disgust, shame and shock. "Are you fucking stupid?" Matt laughs and walks away to get changed. All he could think about was y/n. Her beautiful voice, her soft hair, her flawless skin, her eyes, her curves, her lips. Oh god he loves her lips, they are so plump and naturally pink that he just wondered what they taste like.

Matt was quickly shook out of his dirty thoughts when y/n called his name "Matt! Hurry up we're all waiting for you!" Matt quickly shoves his clothes in his bag as he stepped out. He was wearing blue trunks. He scanned the floor and looked up when his eyes met y/n's but not for long as he traveled his gaze down to her bikini. A white fabric with little cherries on it. It looked so good on her. "You okay?" Y/n said giggling. He snapped up out of his trance. "Yeah I'm good." He said as he walked past her, grabbing her hand as he did.

30mins into filming we ended up doing races.

I always remember being really good at breaststroke. It was an easy swim for me as I didn't have to suffocate myself for that long. "Hey Matt!" I yelled " I bet you can't beat me in a breaststroke race!" ( A/N: help why does that sound so weird.)

"I bet I could." Matt says as he runs up to me grabbing my waist and jumping into the water. Nick laughs as he points the camera to us and zooms in. When I pop up from under the water, we both get ready to start the race. "GO!" screams Chris. I take off, my hands and legs moving rapidly, I got a pretty good headstart so I was ahead of Matt but still in arms reach. We were close to the end of the pool when I felt Matt's hand wrap around my ankle as he pulled me back into his chest. Kissing my head subconsciously and whispering in my ear "slow down sweetheart." Oh. My. Word. My somache filled with butterflies as I smiled shamlessly. "Or what?" I whisper back. In that moment I could feel him getting hard against my ass. He pulled away and continued swimming the rest of the pool as I stood there in shock.

Later when we were home, I was lying in my bed, hair washed and feeling squeaky clean, I was scrolling through my Instagram feed when I heard a knock at my door. "Come in." Slowly, my door opens to reveal Matt. I put my phone down and stand up, slightly flusterd as I remember our last interaction. I patted the spot next to me inviting him over. He slowly walked and sat down on my bed, I felt the space sink down and I struggled to stay balanced. "Hey." He said

"Hey." I repeated. He looks me dead in the eye his gaze burning imaginary holes into my soul. I opened my mouth to talk but he got there before me. "You know, I never did answer the question earlier." He said. I nodded, waiting for him to continue...

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A/N: Hey guys! This was my first imagine and I just wanted to leave it on a cliffhanger for you guys. English is not my first language so if i spelt anything wrong or something just doesn't make sense, please let me know thanks xx ALSO DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO SAVE DRAFTS ON HERE?

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MOTOMAMI | see you in formula one

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warnings: self-doubt, angst word count: 3.4k summary: it's the final race of the 2022 f2 championship, is valeria ready to give it her all to win the champion title and enter formula one?

FIDGETING WITH THE rings on her fingers, Valeria didn’t pay much attention to the race engineers debriefing after the qualifying that afternoon. She drowned out the conversations around her as the doubt and worry consumed her senses, her mind filling with endless thoughts about what could happen at the race tomorrow.

Her qualifying didn’t go bad per se; She earned herself P2 for the starting grid, one place right behind Felipe Drugovich who has been her biggest rival during the championship. He was always there, either a few points behind or ahead of her. Whatever happens at the race would break or make the other’s standing. 

“... Valeria?” Cecília gently shook the girl next to her, her face showing signs of worry as she looked at the young driver. “Is everything alright? We need you to pay attention, linda.” 

“Sorry, zoomed out for a second,” trying to shake off her intrusive thoughts, Valeria pulled herself together. “I’m all ears.” She smiled at the team, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

The debrief was over and before anyone could say anything, Valeria had bolted out the door to reach her driver’s room. She had to gather herself before facing the people outside the motorhome. Taking deep breaths, she pulled out her earphones and clicked onto her paddock playlist. The soothing voice of Kali filled her ears, instantly calming her a little as she thought of her friends. If Kali would be here right now, she’d know exactly how to lift Valeria’s mood. 

A text of Benny, her PR manager and childhood friend, ripped her out of her thoughts. 

We’ll leave soon, okay?Didn’t want to disturb you since I know you probably want to be alone right now

Smiling slightly, she appreciated how considered he can be at times like these. Valeria valued her friendship with Benny a lot, even more so now that he’s working with her and was there for her at every race because of that.

Shooting him a short reply, she sighed as she packed her necessities together. Ready to leave with the safety of her music blasting through her ears, Valeria decided it was best to find her team to drive back to the hotel.

Opening the door, she let out a gasp of shock as she saw Felipe in front of her, his fist raised to knock. “Oh fuck, you scared me!” It slipped out of her mouth faster than she could think. Pulling her earphones away, she looked at him in question. “What are you doing here?”

“Sorry,” the Brazilian sheepishly apologised, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “I just wanted to wish you luck for your race tomorrow.” He held out his hand for her to shake. “No matter who wins. No bad blood, right?”

“Uh…” She looked at him, unsure how to process his appearance. She didn’t know whether to take his words seriously or not, Valeria opted to not be a total asshole, Valeria appreciated his gesture more than doubting his intentions.

So, she took his hand and shot him a genuine smile. “Thank you, likewise. May the better one win, I guess.”

“Oh I’ll make sure of that,” he smiled teasingly. Laughing, Valeria slightly hit his chest. “Yeah right. Good joke.” He laughed as well. 

“So… see you tomorrow?” They made their way out of the motorhome together, coming to a halt when their ways parted. “Or more like, you’ll see me since you’re behind me.”

Laughing again, Valeria slapped his arm. “What happened to the shy teammate I had in Formula 3? I think I liked that Felipe more.” She shook her head, still smiling at her former teammate. 

“I guess he grew up,” Felipe shrugged, growing more serious for a second. “I do hope for a good race tomorrow, no matter the outcome.”

“Me too.” They smiled at each other for a second before the moment was interrupted by Benny walking up to them. “Vale! Our ride’s here- Oh, hey Felipe.” He looked between the two drivers, trying to read the atmosphere. Sensing no stress, he sighed in relief. “Our ride is here, just wanted to inform you.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks.” Valeria turned to Felipe. “Sleep well tonight before I beat your ass tomorrow.” 

Felipe grinned at her. “Whatever makes you sleep at night.” They chuckled before wishing each other a good night and parting their ways. 

“All good?” Benny asked Valeria as they turned to leave the paddock. He took one more look at Felipe behind them, shrugging it off. 

“Yeah, all good.” She bumped her shoulder into his, wrapping her arm around his shoulder as they left for the hotel. “Everything’s gonna be good.”

Everything wouldn’t be good. The guilt, the doubt and the worry came flooding all back when Valeria found herself alone in her hotel room at night. While the whole city was sound asleep at an hour like this, she was pacing around her room with her hands nervously combing through her hair. 

She went through every possible outcome of tomorrow’s race, but got ultimately stuck on the negative ones. She couldn’t bear the thought of getting out of the car and meeting all the disappointed faces of her team, of the Prema Racing team, of the Mercedes team and Toto. Valeria knew she had a shot at the free seat at Mercedes for the next Formula One season, it was just one race away from being hers. 

“We want to see how well she performs under real pressure.” Is what Toto had said to Victor, her manager, when discussing the terms of her possible contract. “If she wins the championship, she’s in. That’s our one condition.” 

Balling her hands into fists, Valeria could see her younger self staring back at her reflection through the bathroom mirror. She felt like back in the US when she drove her little rundown kart at various competitions, the laughs and teasing from her competitors ringing in her ears. 

“Who let her drive here?”

“I didn’t know they let charity cases like her into the karting competitions now.”

“It’s cute that she thinks she actually has a chance at winning.”

Splashing her face with water, she looked at her shaking hands as the water slipped through her fingers. She gritted her teeth in anger, sinking down on the bathroom floor. The tiles felt cool against her back, the temperature change calming her nerves for a little bit. 

Will the self-doubt ever end? She asked herself, knowing that deep down she knew the answer was ‘no’. Before the qualifying, Valeria had talked to Lewis for a brief minute. 

“Kick their asses, alright?” He had smiled at her, petting her head as if she was his little sister. “I want to see you next year on the podium next to me.” He had given her a little push, his significant laugh filling the air. She had answered him with a nod, a smile of her own facing him. But inside of her the turmoil hadn’t stopped.

Breathing through her nose, Valeria knew it made no sense to let the doubt plague her any further. She wished she could just mute her own head. Closing her eyes as she still laid on the bathroom floor, she envisioned what it would feel like to win. She would reach that one goal she only dreamed about; Becoming a champion and advancing to the top. 

Valeria knew she had to win. If not for the seat at Mercedes, then for little Vale who had done everything in her power to get her where she is now. 

THE NEXT MORNING came around faster than she had imagined. Not sleeping much that night, her drumming thoughts made the time pass quicker than she had anticipated. Groaning as her alarm went off to remind her to get ready soon, Valeria popped some Ibuprofen to get rid of the hammering headache. 

“Don’t you look like an angel,” Benny teased his friend as soon as Valeria stepped inside the breakfast room of the hotel. Shooting him a glare, he knew better than to push any more of her buttons. “Okay, not in the talking mood, I get it.” He raised his hands in surrender.

“I’m sorry for being an ass,” she sighed in defeat, rolling the food on her plate from one side to the other with her fork. “It’s just-” She stopped when Benny put his hand over hers, stopping her motion.

He looked her into the eyes, his smile genuine. “Vale, I know. I get it. It’s alright.”

Valeria knew he meant the best for her with his words, but something in her bubbled with anger. He did not get it. He had never found himself in her position, so how would he understand what she’s going through? 

Pulling her hand away, she nibbled on her lips as she decided it was better to just not say anything at all. He sent her a pressed smile before continuing to eat his foot. 

“How’s my little star doing?” Victor, her manager, came up behind her and put both his hands on her shoulders, slightly massaging her. “Oh, you’re tense.”

“What did you expect?” She snapped, mumbling a small sorry after realising she had come off as a little too harsh. “Ugh, I hate myself right now.” She held her head in her hands. “I’m awful.”

Victor and Benny exchanged looks with each other. Her manager turned to Valeria, “Well, it’s all going to be different in a few hours. We have faith in you, even if you don’t have it in yourself right now. The more you pressure yourself, the worse you’ll be able to focus.”

What was supposed to be encouraging made Valeria sigh even more. She was pressuring herself a lot right now and it’s not like she can just turn off those feelings, so does that mean she’ll lose it all in the race?

“Come on, eat up so we can go to the paddock.” Victor patted her shoulder, pointing towards the plate which had all the nutritions she’d needed for the race on it. “Benny, make sure she eats it up.” With that, he left as he picked up a phone call.

Forcing the food down her throat despite the nausea growing inside her, Valeria and Benny made their way towards the car where the rest of her team waited for her. Rio, her trainer, shot her a smile of encouragement as he opened the door for her. “Here you go, future champion.”

During the ride, everyone seemed to talk over Valeria’s head about the upcoming race while the girl had her headphones on to avoid any conversation. She already dreaded the celebrities who were at the paddock for the Formula One race which would take place after the Formula Two one. 

Of course the paddock was packed with people from all over the world. Drivers, their team, the media and celebrities crowded the entrance as Valeria got out of the car. In an instant, she found herself surrounded by various interviewers bombarding her with questions about the upcoming race. Before Valeria could even digest all the information thrown at her, Rio had stepped in and pushed the reporters away as gently as possible to avoid any drama.

“No questions right now.” She could hear Victor behind her as Rio shielded her from anyone further invading her space. Quickly pushing through the crowd, the team was able to avoid any more complications upon arriving at the motorhome. Valeria felt her shoulders tense even more when seeing her engineers and mechanics inside the garage, all of them putting their hopes for the win on her. 

Up until two hours before the race, Valeria felt as if the time was passing by slowly. Everything blurred into each other when sitting down to discuss the strategy for today’s race. They kept telling her what to do, but the only thing she could focus on was her racing heartbeat. 

When it was time to prepare mentally for the race, when she finally found some time to cool down, Valeria distanced herself from her team and the garage. “I just need a moment for myself.” She told the others, earning concerned looks from them before walking off.

How am I supposed to last in Formula One when I’m already so stressed out now? 

Sitting down in a more secluded era, she felt like she could finally breathe for a second without anyone looking down on her. She knew they all meant well, however, it just all felt overwhelming to the point where she could lash out and scream at everyone out of frustration. 

Looking down on her phone, she contemplated whether or not to call Tyler. As someone who understood the struggle of not wanting to disappoint his fans, she knew he’d find the right words to calm her nerves without the typical ‘you can do this!’ bullshit. 

“¿Oye hablas español?” 

Valeria got ripped out of her thoughts, the unfamiliar voice making her furrow her brows in confusion. Looking up, she saw a man walking up to her with a big smile painted on his face. Turning her head to her side, seeing if he was talking to her or not, she raised her brow at him in question. “¿Qué?”

“I know a Latina when I see one.” He laughed, sitting down next to her without asking for permission. Valeria’s mood soured a little, she wanted a moment alone and he just bursted in without a thought. However, there was something so soothing about his presence that she couldn’t describe in words.

“I’m sorry but, who are you?” She asked, the confusion clearly taking over her whole demeanour. 

“Filly,” He stretched out his hand towards her to shake. “Sorry for just coming up to you. You looked a bit grim and I figured you’d need some cheering up.” Scanning her outfit, noticing her driver's suit, his eyes widened for a second. “You a driver?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, taking his hand before shaking it. “Valeria.”

“I’m really sorry, I’m kinda new to the Formula world. Didn’t know they had a girl.” Filly chuckled. “But that’s good, aye?”

“I’m not in Formula One.” She corrected him, smiling a little. “Formula Two, actually.”

“Oi, that’s impressive. Good thing I came earlier, so I can watch your race.”

“I mean, I don’t know if it’s going to be as spectacular as the Formula One one.” She shrugged, dropping her shoulders a bit. 

“You just gotta make it interesting, then.” He pushed his shoulder slightly against hers. “You nervous?” He made it sound like a question, but they both knew it was more of a statement. 

“There’s… I guess you could say a lot depends on how I do today.” Valeria wasn’t about to share the whole story, and thankfully, she felt as if Filly understood. “Lots of pressure, you know.”

“I figure, the more you stress, the more you’re setting yourself up to fail.” He just said. 

Letting his words sink in for a second, Valeria found herself agreeing with him. “But I just can’t make it stop. Otherwise, trust me, I would’ve done that already.”

“I’m not a racer, so correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe once you enter the car your worries will go away.” He sent a small, comforting smile her way. “And then, when you achieve what you set your mind up to, find me afterwards and the first round is on me.”

Giggling at his statement, she nodded. “Now I have to win, don’t I? For the shots, at least.” 

“I guess now there’s no other way to go.” He stood up, holding his hand out to help her up as well. Dusting her suit off, she looked up to him. “Is it weird if I hug you?” Bursting out in loud laughter, Filly wrapped his arms around her shoulders to embrace her in a hug. Valeria felt a little lighter, some of the worry falling off her chest. 

“I’ll be at the finishing line, yeah?” He winked at her before waving her goodbye. 

“I bet on it.”

FILLY WAS RIGHT. The moment Valeria had entered her car, her helmet secured on her head, her visor down, her hands gloved up and feeling the familiarity of her wheel under her fingers, she felt her worries and doubts zooming out. Her eyes were fixated on the red lights, a quick glance towards Felipe slightly in front of her, the roaming of the motors hammering through her helmet into her ears. 

It’s lights out and away we go!

Her reaction time was good, though so was Felipe’s. She couldn’t get in front of him, him quickly defending his place when she tried to push past him. Looking behind her, Valeria could see the chaos behind her. The start was always the most nerve wrecking in her opinion, everyone trying to gain as many positions as possible.

She figured it’d make more sense for her to try to overtake Felipe later on, focusing more on keeping her position as second place until everyone had spread throughout the track a little. Hopefully, she was making the right decision on it.

It wasn’t up until a couple laps left when she found a moment to overtake her rival. She had tried many times throughout the race, her mind filled with possibilities on how to get the win while simultaneously defending her current place. Valeria had waited for a moment of weakness of the Brazilian, a small mistake which could lead her to victory. 

She grew almost frustrated by his defending skills, her grip tightening around her wheel. Her focus was slipping away second by second as she kept trying without getting any closer to her goal. 

“The more you stress, the more you’re setting yourself up to fail.”

Taking a deep breath, Valeria detached herself from the nagging thoughts. Feeling herself becoming lighter and lighter, her eyes focused on the car in front of her. She felt like Felipe was taunting her a little.

“You just gotta make it interesting, then.”

“I’m going all in.” She unpressed the button which connected her to her team, drowning out their response before pressing the gas pedal even more. Iit was now or never. 

I will not lose this close to winning.

Valeria couldn’t remember what happened afterwards. 

The adrenaline was spiking high, the blood rushing faster than the cars on track through her veins and her nerves were skyrocketing through the roof. It felt as if someone else was taking over her body, her decisions and choices feeling surreal. 

The next moment she felt like she was back on earth was the moment she drove over the finishing line, the chequered flag waving at her. She couldn’t properly breathe, the screams of excitement filling her ears as her team principal shouted into his mic.

“YOU’RE A CHAMPION.”

I’m a champion.

Her legs were shaking as she stepped out of the car once she was parked. Immediately, her team ran up to her and smothered her in hugs, all of them knocking on her helmet while grinning from ear to ear. 

Valeria couldn’t even come up with any words, her mind completely blank as she pulled her helmet off. Breathless, she looked at her team, her engineers, her mechanics. They all waited for her to say something. 

“I’m a fucking champion.” She laughed as she held her helmet high up in the air. “¡Un maldito campeón!” She jumped up and down, the realisation kicking in and her emotions running absolutely wild. 

Felipe came up to her after getting out of his car. He held his hand out, a smile gracing his features. “You really didn’t make this race easy.” 

Looking down on his hand, Valeria shrugged before giving him a hug instead. “Never said I would.” 

“¡VIVA MÉXICO CABRONES!”

She was swept off her feet, her father holding her up as he yelled at the top of his lungs. A Mexican flag was tied around his shoulders. Laughing at his antics, she joined him as they chanted the national anthem of their country. 

When the official celebrations came around, Valeria was close to tearing up as she stood on the highest step of the podium. The flag, which was previously around her father’s shoulders, was now tightly tied around her. As the trophy was handed to her, she had the proudest smile on her face. 

In the crowd below her, she could spot Toto. He gave her a thumbs up, a smile matching hers on his lips. Grinning, she pointed towards the Mercedes logo which was stitched on her suit. 

See you in Formula One next year!

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The Princess Who was Promised- CH 3: I Can Tell We are Going to be Friends... or Not

Summary: Dany starts her first day at Winterfell High School and runs into Jon Snow.

Preview: The final house was more like an ancient castle, a winding stone wall with an iron gate in front of it at the end of a couldesac. Dany had obviously made a wrong turn, either turning too soon or too late. Seven Hells, maybe she was supposed to turn left and not right now that she thought about it. Woods stretched out on both sides and behind of the castle-like mansion, sentinel trees standing in formation to guard the occupants.

She should’ve turned around, but her curiosity won out, stepping up to gawk at the iron gate that she had to crane her neck up just to see the top of. In the middle where the swinging two-door gates met were two identical wolves facing each other, snarling menacingly. They reminded her of the wolves from her dream, somehow more intelligent and aware than one would think animals capable of.

A click caused her to jump, the gates suddenly unlocking and swinging slowly towards her as she scurried out of the way. Suddenly a motorcycle, shiny and new, zoomed out of them. Dany dove towards the grass lawn next to her to avoid being run over. She heard laughing above the roar of the engine. When she looked up she saw a boy her age driving and a girl with chesnut hair smirking back at her seated behind him as she clung to him with her arms wrapped tight.

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𝙎𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘾𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙔 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙀𝙎:𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐡𝐞𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐉𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐨

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Chapter four: well that happened

Jey's POV:

As I stood there, watching Rhea laugh and smile as we cleaned up the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The last few days had felt so right, so natural. But I knew that I couldn't stay here in Orlando with Rhea forever.

I had to go back to Pensacola soon, and when I did, Rhea would be left here all alone. She wouldn't have anyone to hang out with, anyone to talk to. And that thought scared me.I knew that Rhea was a strong, independent person, but I also knew that she valued her friendships and relationships. And I didn't want her to have to go through three weeks without anyone to share her thoughts and feelings with.

As I thought about this, an idea suddenly popped into my head. I turned to Rhea, my heart racing with excitement.

"Hey, Rhea?" I said, my voice casual.

"Yeah?" she replied, looking up at me from the sink.

"I was thinking... why don't you come with me to Pensacola for the next three weeks?"

Rhea's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, she just stared at me. Then, a slow smile spread across her face.

"Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yeah. Really."

Rhea's face lit up with excitement, and she threw her arms around me. "Yes! Oh my god, yes!"

I hugged her back, feeling a sense of relief and happiness wash over me. I knew that this was the right decision, that this was what I was meant to do.

And as we stood there, holding each other tight, I knew that our adventure was only just beginning.The day of our departure to Pensacola finally arrived, and I knew that we had to take care of one more thing before we left - shopping for crutches. Rhea had been using her temporary ones for a while now, but we both knew that she needed a better pair to help her navigate the city.

As we got ready to head out, Rhea emerged from her bedroom looking like a completely different person. She was wearing black graphic print pants, a tight-fitting short sleeve shirt, and her makeup was done to perfection. But it was her shoes that really caught my attention - she was wearing "Psychic Purple" Nike Dunk High shoes, which added a pop of color to her overall outfit.I couldn't help but stare at her, my eyes fixed on her legs and shoes. She looked incredible, and I felt a sudden surge of attraction towards her.

"Wow, Rhea," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "You look... amazing."

Rhea smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Thanks, Jey. I figured we might as well make a statement while we're out shopping for crutches."

I chuckled, feeling a warmth spreading through my chest. I loved Rhea's sense of humor, and I knew that this was going to be a fun day.

As we headed out of the house, I couldn't help but marvel at how different Rhea looked compared to just a few days ago. She was no longer the clumsy, accident-prone person I had first met; she was now a confident, fashion-forward woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

And I was grateful to be by her side, to help her navigate the ups and downs of life.

As we left the house and headed out to do some crutch shopping, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Rhea was looking beautiful, and I was loving the attention she was giving me.We walked into the first store on our list, and Rhea immediately started browsing through the selection of crutches. I watched her, mesmerized by the way she moved, her confidence and poise drawing me in.

But as we were shopping, I noticed someone taking photos of us. At first, I thought it was just a random person taking a picture of the store, but then I saw them take a few more shots, zooming in on Rhea and me.

I felt a surge of protectiveness towards Rhea, and I instinctively moved closer to her. That's when I saw her whisper something in my ear.

"Kiss me on the cheek," she whispered, her eyes locked on mine.

I didn't need any further encouragement. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her cheek in a gentle kiss. Rhea smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and I could feel the tension between us building.

The photographer took a few more shots, and I knew that this moment was going to be all over the tabloids soon. But I didn't care. I was too busy enjoying the feel of Rhea's skin against mine, the taste of her perfume on my lips.

As we left the store, Rhea turned to me, her eyes laughing. "Thanks for that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think we made a great impression."

I grinned, feeling a sense of pride and ownership. "Anytime, Rhea," I said, squeezing her hand. "I'm always here to protect you."

Rhea smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I know, Jey. And I appreciate it."

As we walked away from the store, I knew that this was just the beginning of our adventure together. And I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.

As we walked into the next store on our list, Rhea's eyes scanned the aisles, taking in the various types of crutches on display. And then, her eyes landed on something that made her stop dead in her tracks.

"Oh my god," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Look at that."

I followed her gaze, and my eyes landed on a crutch that was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was purple, with glittering diamonds and rhinestones covering its entire length. It was flashy, it was funky, and it was utterly Rhea.

"Wow," I said, my voice full of amusement. "That's certainly... eye-catching."

Rhea's eyes were shining with excitement as she reached out to grab the crutch. "I need this," she said, her voice firm. "I need this crutch in my life."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Only you, Rhea," I said. "Only you would find a purple, glittery crutch and immediately fall in love with it."

Rhea shot me a playful glance. "Hey, this crutch is amazing," she said. "And it's perfect for me. I'm a performer, Jey. I need to stand out, even when I'm on crutches."

I couldn't argue with that logic, so I just shrugged and smiled. "Well, if it makes you happy, then I'm all for it," I said.

Rhea grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm going to try it out," she said, taking the crutch and swinging it around to get a feel for it.

As she practiced walking around the store, I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her. She looked ridiculous, but also kind of amazing, like a flamboyant bird strutting its stuff.

And as we left the store, crutch in hand, I knew that this was going to be an interesting few weeks in Pensacola.

As we left the store, Rhea suddenly stopped and looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, Jey? I'm starving," she said, her voice playful.

"Well, what do you want to eat?" I asked, laughing.

Rhea's face lit up. "I want In-N-Out," she said, her voice firm.

I chuckled. "Okay, let's go get some In-N-Out."

We headed to the nearest In-N-Out Burger, joking and chatting as we went. But as we walked in, I noticed a few fans noticing us. At first, I thought they were just looking at Rhea's funky new crutch, but then I saw them whispering to each other and pointing in our direction.

I felt a surge of protectiveness towards Rhea, but before I could do anything, one of the fans approached us. "Hey, Jey!" she exclaimed. "Can I get a photo with you and Rhea?"

Rhea smiled brightly, always ready for a photo op. "Of course!" she said, putting her arm around me.

The fan snapped a selfie with us, and soon, a few more fans approached, asking for photos and autographs. I tried to keep a low profile, but Rhea was in her element, laughing and chatting with the fans like they were old friends.

As we finally made it to the counter to order, I leaned in and whispered to Rhea, "You're a natural-born star, you know that?"

Rhea grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Hey, someone has to represent the Psychic Purple squad," she said, winking at me.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "You're something else, Rhea."

We ordered our burgers and sat down to eat, the fans still snapping photos of us from afar. I knew this was just the beginning of our adventure in Pensacola, and I was excited to see what the next few weeks had in store for us.After we finished our lunch at In-N-Out, Rhea turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, Jey, can we go into the Nike store?" she asked, her voice full of excitement.

I shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

We walked into the Nike store, and Rhea's eyes widened as she took in the rows of sneakers and athletic gear. She loved Nike, and I knew she could spend hours in here browsing through the racks.

But as we made our way deeper into the store, disaster struck. Rhea's crutch slipped on the tile floor, and she went backwards, her arms flailing wildly as she tried to regain her balance.

I reacted instinctively, dashing forward to catch her. But I was too slow, and Rhea landed on her butt with a thud, her crutch clattering to the floor.

The store fell silent, with all eyes on us. I rushed to Rhea's side, helping her up and brushing off her clothes. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice full of concern.

Rhea looked up at me, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm fine," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I helped her up, and we stood there for a moment, the silence between us palpable. I could tell Rhea was mortified, and I didn't know what to say to make her feel better.

But then, something unexpected happened. The people around us started to applaud, cheering and whistling as they realized we were just a couple trying to have a fun day out.

Rhea's face lit up, and she started to laugh, her embarrassment forgotten. "I guess that was pretty funny," she said, her voice full of mirth.

I grinned, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Yeah, I guess it was," I said, chuckling.

We left the Nike store a few minutes later, laughing and joking like we always did. And as we walked out into the bright sunlight, I realized that this was what our relationship was all about - laughing together, even in the face of adversity as we headed back to my house, Rhea's notifications were going off like crazy on her phone. At first, I thought it was just her friends or family members texting her, but then I saw the worried look on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concern etched on my voice.

Rhea hesitated, her eyes scanning her phone's screen. "It's just... the photos of us at In-N-Out and the Nike store... they've gone viral," she said, her voice laced with panic.

I frowned, not understanding the big deal. "So what? We're just having a normal day out."

But Rhea's face told a different story. "Jey, the headlines are saying 'JHEA OUT AND ABOUT'... they're making a big deal out of this," she said, her voice rising.

I realized then that Rhea was worried about the attention, about the fact that our little outing had turned into a media frenzy. I reached out and took her hand, trying to reassure her.

"Hey, it's okay. We can handle this. We're in this together, remember?"Rhea nodded, her eyes still wide with worry. "I know, I'm just... I don't want this to affect our lives, Jey. I don't want people to think we're just some celebrity couple or something."

I squeezed her hand. "We're more than that, Rhea. We're us. And no matter what the headlines say, we know the truth."

As we pulled up to my house, Rhea's phone was still blowing up with notifications. But I knew that we would face this together, as a team. And that no matter what the world threw our way, our love would come out on top.

As we pulled up to my house, I hopped out of the car first and walked around to Rhea's side to help her out. She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling with gratitude as I offered her my hand.

I pulled her out of the car, careful not to jar her injured ankle as she stood up. Rhea leaned against me, her hand on my shoulder as she steadied herself.

"Thanks, Jey," she said, her voice soft.

I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of warmth spread through my chest. "Anytime, Rhea."

As we stood there for a moment, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked in the fading afternoon light. Her hair was messy from the wind, and her eyes were shining with a radiant glow.

I felt my heart skip a beat as I gazed at her, my mind wandering to all the things I wanted to do with her. I wanted to take her on long walks, to hold her hand and watch the sunset. I wanted to laugh with her, to cry with her, to build a life together.

Rhea's eyes met mine, and I knew she could see the emotion written all over my face. She smiled, her lips curving upwards in a gentle smile.

"Hey," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You okay?"

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Yeah, I'm good."

Rhea leaned in, her lips brushing against my cheek in a gentle kiss. I closed my eyes, feeling my heart soar with happiness.

As we pulled back, Rhea's eyes locked onto mine. "I'm glad we're doing this, Jey," she said, her voice full of conviction. "I'm glad we're taking this leap of faith together."

I nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. "Me too, Rhea. Me too."

For the rest of the day, Jey and Rhea decided to just relax and have some fun. They started with a workout session, doing a mix of cardio and strength training to get their blood pumping.

Afterwards, they headed out to the backyard, where Rhea slipped into a stunning black two-piece bikini. Jey's eyes widened in appreciation as she emerged from the changing room, her curves looking amazing in the revealing swimsuit.

"Wow, Rhea," Jey said, his voice low and husky. "You look incredible."

Rhea blushed, smiling demurely. "Thanks, Jey. You don't look so bad yourself."

They spent the next few hours lounging by the pool, swimming and splashing around in the cool water. Jey even attempted a few dives off the side, making Rhea laugh with his goofy antics.

After they got tired of swimming, they headed inside to dry off and grab some snacks. Rhea pulled out a bag of popcorn and they settled in for a gaming session, playing Call of Duty and Minecraft on Jey's console.

As the evening drew to a close, they decided to watch some of the new movies that had recently come out. Rhea picked out a romantic comedy, and they snuggled up on the couch together, laughing and crying at the on-screen antics.

As the credits rolled, Rhea turned to Jey with a smile. "That was so much fun," she said, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

Jey nodded, pulling her close. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "I had a great time too."

Rhea leaned in, her lips brushing against Jey's in a soft, sweet kiss. Jey's heart skipped a beat as he deepened the kiss, feeling a sense of love and contentment wash over him.

This was it, he thought, his heart full of joy. This was what it meant to be truly happy.

Rhea continued to make out with Jey, her lips pressed against his as they sat on the couch. Jey couldn't help but respond, his body reacting to the passion and intensity of the kiss.

As they kissed, Jey suddenly switched positions, pulling Rhea onto his lap so that she was straddling him. Rhea didn't seem to mind, and she continued to kiss him fiercely, her hands tangled in his hair.

But as they kissed, Jey couldn't shake the feeling that this was all moving too fast. He knew that Rhea was still recovering from her injury, and he didn't want to push her too hard.

Plus, a part of him was still hesitant to get too close. He had been hurt before, and he didn't want to open himself up to the possibility of getting hurt again.

So, with a surge of willpower, Jey gently pushed Rhea back, breaking the kiss. Rhea looked up at him, her eyes glassy with desire, and Jey felt a pang of guilt for stopping things.

"Hey, I'm sorry," Jey said, his voice soft. "I just think we should take things slow, okay?"

Rhea looked at him, her expression unreadable. For a moment, Jey thought he saw a flash of disappointment in her eyes, but then it was gone, replaced by a neutral mask.

"Yeah, sure," Rhea said, her voice flat. "I understand."

Jey felt a pang of worry. Had he just ruined the mood? Had he just pushed Rhea away?

But then Rhea smiled, a small, gentle smile. "I'm just glad we're doing this, Jey," she said. "I'm glad we're taking things slow and getting to know each other."

Jey's heart swelled with relief. Maybe he hadn't ruined things after all.

"Yeah, me too," Jey said, smiling back at Rhea. "Me too."

Rhea's POV:

The next three weeks were eventful, to say the least. Rhea had a series of doctor's appointments to check on her progress, and Jey was always there to support her.

They would drive to the hospital together, Rhea's crutches wedged into the backseat of the car. Jey would help her out of the car and into the doctor's office, always making sure she was comfortable and safe.

The doctor's appointments were always a mix of good news and bad news. Rhea's ankle was healing slowly, but she still had a long way to go before she was fully recovered. The doctor would examine her ankle, probing and prodding to see how much mobility she had.

Rhea would wince in pain as the doctor manipulated her ankle, but she never complained. She was determined to get better, and Jey could see the determination in her eyes.

After the doctor's appointments, they would head to physical therapy. Rhea would work with her physical therapist, doing exercises to strengthen her ankle and improve her mobility.

Jey would sit in the waiting room, watching through the window as Rhea worked out. He could see the sweat dripping down her face, the concentration etched on her features. He was so proud of her, proud of her strength and determination.

As the weeks went by, Rhea started to make progress. She was able to put more weight on her ankle, and she was even able to walk without her crutches.

Jey was there every step of the way, cheering her on and supporting her. He could see the joy in her eyes as she took each small step forward, and he knew that she was going to be just fine.

As they drove home from physical therapy one day, Rhea turned to Jey with a smile on her face. "I did it, Jey," she said, her voice trembling with excitement. "I walked without my crutches."

Jey grinned, feeling a surge of pride and happiness. "I knew you could do it, Rhea," he said, his voice full of emotion. "You're so strong and brave."

Rhea's eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, Jey felt like he was drowning in their depths. He knew that he was falling in love with her, and he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them.

After weeks of hard work and dedication, Rhea was finally able to return to wrestling. She was still required to wear a foot brace to protect her ankle from further injury, but she was determined to make a strong comeback.

As she prepared for her first match back, Jey was by her side, supporting her every step of the way. They were at the gorilla position, just outside the ring, and Jey could see the nervous energy radiating from Rhea's body.

"Hey, you got this," Jey said, his voice soft and encouraging. He leaned in and kissed her head, his lips brushing against her forehead. "I'll be watching the match, and I know you're going to do great."

Rhea smiled, her eyes locked onto his. "Thanks, Jey. I couldn't do this without you."

Just then, a familiar face appeared before Rhea, a smile spreading across his face. "Welcome back, love," Roman said, his voice dripping with charm.

Rhea's expression faltered for a moment, and Jey could see the tension in her body. This was the first time she had seen Roman since their breakup, and Jey knew that she was still hurt from their past.

But Rhea quickly composed herself, a fierce determination etched on her face. "Roman," she said, her voice cool. "I see you're still as charming as ever."

Roman chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Always, my love. But I have to say, I'm impressed. I didn't think you'd be back in the ring so soon."

Rhea's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched. "I've worked hard to get back to where I was, Roman. And I'm not going to let anything hold me back."

Jey could see the fire in Rhea's eyes, and he knew that she was going to give it her all in this match. He nodded at her, his own eyes locked onto hers. "You got this, Rhea. Go out there and show them what you're made of."

Rhea nodded, her determination renewed. She turned to Roman, her eyes flashing with anger. "I'll show you what I'm made of, Roman. And it's not going to be pretty."

With that, Rhea stormed off towards the ring, ready to take on her opponent and prove to Roman and herself that she was back and better than ever.Rhea stood in the ring, microphone in hand, her eyes scanning the audience as she began to speak. "The last time I was in this ring, I was left laying in the middle of it, injured and broken. But I've worked hard to get back to where I am today, and I've got unfinished business to take care of."

Her gaze locked onto the camera, her voice growing more intense. "I've got unfinished business with Becky Lynch, but it looks like she's not here tonight. In fact, it looks like she's at home, being a mother."

Rhea's eyes rolled, her expression disgusted. "Which means, I'm next in line for the Women's Championship."

As she finished speaking, the music hit and out came Charlotte Flair, the current Women's Champion. Charlotte sauntered into the ring, a smirk on her face as she looked Rhea up and down.

"Aww, Rhea, you think you can just waltz in here and demand a title shot?" Charlotte asked, her voice dripping with condescension. "You've been out for a while, maybe you should go back home with your little boytoy Jey and leave the wrestling to the grown-ups."

Rhea's face grew red with anger, her hands clenched into fists. "Why don't you come into this ring and fight me, Charlotte?" she snarled. "Oh wait, that's right. Because you're a coward. You run when things get hard, just like your father did."

The audience gasped at Rhea's words, and Charlotte's face turned bright red with anger. "How dare you," she spat, her voice venomous. "I'll have you know, my father was a legend in this industry, and I'm just as good as he was."

Rhea sneered, her eyes flashing with anger. "Is that why you've been running from me for months, Charlotte? Because you're scared of losing to me?"

The two women stood nose to nose, their faces inches apart, as the tension between them grew thicker. It was clear that this was only the beginning of a fierce and intense feud.The tension between Rhea and Charlotte was palpable, and the audience was on the edge of their seats, waiting to see what would happen next.

"You know, Rhea," Charlotte said, her voice icy cold. "I've had enough of your trash talk. I've had enough of your constant complaining and whining."

Rhea's eyes narrowed, her face set in a fierce determination. "What are you going to do about it, Charlotte?" she taunted. "Are you going to hide behind your father's legacy forever?"

Charlotte's face twisted in anger, and for a moment, it looked like she was going to lunge at Rhea. But then, she seemed to calm down, a calculating look coming over her face.

"You know what, Rhea?" she said, her voice dripping with malice. "I think I'll take you up on your challenge. I'll face you in the ring, and I'll show you what a real champion looks like."

Rhea's eyes lit up with excitement, her fists clenched in anticipation. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots, Charlotte," she sneered. "But bring it on. I'm ready for you."

The audience erupted in cheers, knowing that this was going to be a match for the ages. The bell rang, and the referee called for the two women to meet in the center of the ring.

As they faced off, it was clear that this was more than just a match. This was a war, a battle for supremacy and respect.

And only one woman could emerge victorious.The bell rang, and the match between Rhea and Charlotte began. From the start, it was clear that Charlotte had the upper hand. Rhea's ankle was still recovering from her injury, and Charlotte was quick to take advantage of it.

Charlotte targeted Rhea's ankle with precision, using her quickness and agility to evade Rhea's attacks and strike at her weakness. Rhea gritted her teeth and pushed through the pain, but it was clear that she was struggling.

Despite her best efforts, Rhea found herself on the receiving end of a brutal beating. Charlotte was relentless, using every trick in the book to try and regain the Women's Championship.

But Rhea refused to give up. She dug deep, finding a reservoir of strength and determination that she didn't know she had. Slowly but surely, she began to mount a comeback.

The audience was on the edge of their seats as Rhea and Charlotte battled back and forth. In the end, it was Rhea who emerged victorious, pinning Charlotte to the mat and winning the match.

As Rhea stood up, her arms raised in triumph, the audience erupted in cheers. Charlotte, on the other hand, was left lying in the ring, her face twisted in anger and frustration.

Rhea grabbed a microphone and stood over Charlotte, a fierce glint in her eye. "Next time you want to come after my title," she sneered, "I'll put you in early retirement."

The audience cheered even louder as Rhea dropped the microphone and walked out of the ring, her music playing as she made her way back to the locker room.

As she disappeared from view, the camera picked up on her parting words: "Mami's backkk."

The crowd went wild, knowing that Rhea was back and better than ever. Charlotte, on the other hand, was left to seethe in anger and frustration, her plans for revenge already simmering in the back of her mind.

Rhea walked backstage, her music still echoing in her ears. She was greeted with a sea of congratulatory nods and pats on the back from the other wrestlers and staff.

She made her way to Jey, who was waiting for her with a big smile on his face. Rhea threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"I did it, Jey," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I won."

Jey hugged her back, his arms wrapped tightly around her. "I knew you could do it, Rhea," he whispered back. "You're amazing."

As they hugged, their faces drew closer and closer, their eyes locked onto each other's. For a moment, it looked like they were going to kiss, but then they suddenly pulled back, remembering where they were.

Just in time, too, because Jackie was already walking towards them, a look of excitement on her face.

"Rhea, congratulations on your win!" Jackie exclaimed. "So, since you're all heeled up now, what's your next move?"

Rhea's face fell, her expression serious. "I'm going to take on all comers, Jackie," she said, her voice firm. "I'm going to show the world what I'm capable of, and I'm not going to stop until I'm the champion of this company."

Jackie's eyes widened, her pencil poised over her notebook. "That's quite a statement, Rhea," she said. "Do you really think you can back it up?"

Rhea's eyes flashed with determination. "I know I can, Jackie. And I'm going to start by taking on the best of the best. I'm going to take on Charlotte Flair, and I'm going to show her who's boss."

The camera zoomed in on Rhea's face, her eyes blazing with intensity. It was clear that she was not going to back down from this fight, and that she was going to do whatever it took to come out on top.

Jackie turned to Jey, a curious expression on her face. "So, Jey, over the past few months, you and Rhea seem to be getting closer and closer. Care to comment on that?"

Jey's face went slightly red, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Uh, well, Jackie, I think it's pretty obvious that Rhea and I have developed a strong bond over the past few months," he said, trying to sound casual.

Rhea, who had been listening intently to the conversation, suddenly spoke up. "Hey, Jackie, can I say something?"

Jackie nodded, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Of course, Rhea. Go ahead."

Rhea took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto Jey's. "Jey and I, we've been through a lot together," she said, her voice soft. "We've been through struggles, and we've been through triumphs. And through it all, we've developed a deep and abiding respect for each other."

Jey's face went even redder, and he looked away, trying to hide his emotions. Rhea reached out and took his hand, her eyes still locked onto his.

"And I think it's safe to say that our relationship has evolved into something more," Rhea said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The camera zoomed in on Jey's face, his eyes wide with surprise and emotion. It was clear that he had feelings for Rhea, and that he was struggling to keep them hidden.

Rhea squeezed his hand, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Don't worry, Jey. I think it's time we acknowledged our feelings for each other."

The camera cut to a shot of Jackie, who was grinning from ear to ear. "Well, well, well. Looks like we've got a new couple in the wrestling world," she said, her voice dripping with excitement.

As the camera cut to commercial, Rhea and Jey were left sitting alone, their hands still clasped together, their eyes locked onto each other's.

It was clear that their relationship was about to take a dramatic turn, and that the whole world was about to find out about their secret feelings for each other.

As Jackie left the room, Jey waited until the door closed behind her before turning back to Rhea. He gently reached out and held Rhea's face in his hands, his eyes locked onto hers.

Rhea's cheeks flushed pink as Jey leaned in, his lips inches from hers. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, and she knew that this was it. This was the moment she had been waiting for.

Jey's lips brushed against hers, soft and gentle. Rhea felt a rush of emotions as she kissed him back, her heart overflowing with joy and happiness.

As they broke apart for a moment, Jey smiled and said, "You look cute when you blush."

Rhea's face grew even redder as she laughed, feeling a sense of giddiness wash over her. She had never felt this way before, and she knew that she was falling deeply in love with Jey.

"I think I'm going to like this," Rhea said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jey's smile grew wider as he leaned in again, his lips capturing hers in a deeper, more passionate kiss. Rhea felt like she was melting into his arms, her heart beating faster with every passing moment.

As they kissed, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of happiness and love.

Jey's POV:

As Rhea and Jey continued to make out, the door to the locker room suddenly burst open. Rhea, startled, pulled back from Jey, her heart racing with excitement and a hint of embarrassment.

But as she looked up to see who had entered, her eyes widened in surprise. It was Jimmy, Jey's twin brother.

Jimmy's eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of Rhea and Jey standing so close together. A look of surprise crossed his face, followed by a sly grin.

"Well, well, well," Jimmy said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Looks like I interrupted something."

Rhea's face flushed bright red as she took a step back from Jey, trying to create some distance between them. Jey, on the other hand, looked completely unfazed, a smirk still plastered on his face.

"Hey, Jimmy," Jey said, his voice casual. "What's up, bro?"

Jimmy's grin grew wider as he sauntered into the room, his eyes fixed on Rhea. "Just thought I'd drop by and say hi," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I think I'll leave you two lovebirds alone for now."

Rhea's face grew even redder as Jimmy's words hung in the air. She couldn't believe that Jey's twin brother had just walked in on them making out.

But as Jimmy turned to leave, Jey called out to him. "Hey, Jimmy, wait."

Jimmy turned back, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Yeah, bro?"

Jey's smile grew wider as he reached out and took Rhea's hand. "I think it's time we made things official," he said, his voice firm. "Rhea and I are together now."

Rhea's heart skipped a beat as Jey's words hung in the air. She couldn't believe that he was announcing their relationship to his twin brother like this.

But as she looked up at Jey, she saw the determination in his eyes, and she knew that she was all in.

"I'm all in," Rhea said, her voice firm.

Jimmy's grin grew even wider as he nodded in approval. "Well, congratulations are in order, then," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "I'll let you two lovebirds celebrate on your own."

With that, Jimmy turned and sauntered out of the room, leaving Rhea and Jey alone once again.

As the door closed behind him, Rhea turned to Jey, her heart still racing with excitement. "Well, that was definitely unexpected," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jey's smile grew wider as he pulled her close. "I'm glad I could make it official,".

As Jimmy left the room, Jey smiled mischievously and turned to Rhea. "You know, I think we need to celebrate this new development in our relationship," he said, his eyes sparkling with playfulness.

Rhea raised an eyebrow, unsure of what Jey had in mind. But before she could ask, Jey reached out and tickled her sides, making her giggle uncontrollably.

"Hey, stop!" Rhea laughed, trying to squirm away from Jey's tickling fingers.

But Jey just smiled and scooped her up in a fireman's carry, carrying her out of the locker room and down the hallway to his own locker room.

Once they reached his locker room, Jey gently put Rhea down, still chuckling. "I'm glad you enjoyed that," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Rhea smiled, her cheeks still flushed from the tickling. "I guess I did," she admitted, her voice still a little breathless from the laughter.

Jey's smile grew wider as he leaned in and kissed the top of her head. "You know, I was thinking... there's this great restaurant in the next city we have to travel to. Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Rhea's heart skipped a beat at the question. She hadn't been on a date in ages, and the thought of going on one with Jey was incredibly exciting.

"I'd love to," she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jey grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Great! Let's pack our bags and head out to the rental car."

Together, they packed up their bags and headed out of the arena, driving back to their hotel in comfortable silence. As they drove, Rhea couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She had no idea what the date would entail, but she knew that it would be an adventure.

When they arrived back at the hotel, they grabbed their bags and checked out, ready to start their journey to the next city. As they drove away from the hotel, Rhea couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom and excitement. She had no idea what lay ahead, but she knew that she was ready for whatever adventures came their way. As they drove to the next city, the rain started to come down in sheets. Jey and Rhea were making small talk, enjoying each other's company, when suddenly a car swerved in front of them. Jey tried to avoid crashing, but it was too late.

The rental car drove over the small bridge they were crossing, and before they knew it, they were sinking into the water. The car started to fill up with water, and Rhea was the first to wake up.

She looked over at Jey, who was still unconscious, bleeding from his head. Rhea's heart was racing as she tried to wake him up. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Jey groaned and opened his eyes.

He looked at Rhea, taking in their situation. "We're gonna be alright," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "I'm gonna knock that window out, and we're gonna swim to the surface. It's gonna be easy peasy, okay?"

Rhea nodded, but then realized she was stuck. "Jey, I'm stuck," she said, panic rising in her voice. "I can't move."

Jey's face fell as he realized the situation. He went underwater, trying to get the seatbelt unstuck, but he couldn't get it to move. He came back up, his face grim.

"I'm not going without you," he said, his eyes locked onto Rhea's.

Rhea looked at him, her eyes filling with tears. "You have to go," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll always be by your side, Jey."

Jey's face contorted in pain as he held Rhea's hand. "Wherever you are, I am too," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "That's the deal, right? That's the deal to the end."

Rhea nodded, her tears falling freely now. "You have to go," she said again, her voice stronger now. "I can't move!"

As the water continued to rise, Jey held Rhea's hand tight. "I'm not going without you," he said again, his eyes locked onto hers.

Rhea's eyes filled with love and admiration for Jey as the water rose higher and higher. Finally, Jey grabbed Rhea's hand and started praying as they were engulfed by the water.

The last thing Rhea saw was Jey's face, his eyes closed in prayer, as they both went under.

--

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking a few times to clear the haze. As I looked around, I saw my brother Jimmy sitting in a chair next to me, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of concern and relief.

"Where am I?" I croaked, my throat dry and scratchy.

Jimmy's face relaxed into a gentle smile. "You're at West Park Memorial, bro."

I looked around the hospital room, taking in the beeping machines and the sterile smell of disinfectant. My mind was foggy, and I couldn't quite remember what had happened.

Then, like a punch to the gut, it hit me. "Where's Rhea? Where's my girl?"

Jimmy's expression turned somber, and he took a deep breath before speaking. "Jey, there was an accident. You were driving, and you lost control of the car. It went into the river."

My heart stopped. I felt like I'd been punched in the chest. "How long?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "How long was she underwater?"

Jimmy's eyes dropped, and he hesitated before speaking. "Six minutes, Jey. She was pinned underwater for six minutes before the water rescue team got to you."

I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach. Six minutes was a long time. I knew that brain damage could occur after just four minutes underwater.

"But...but it was cold water, right?" I stammered, trying to cling to any shred of hope. "That helps, right?"

Jimmy nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and determination. "Yeah, it does, Jey. People have been underwater longer than that and come out okay. But...we just have to wait and see."

I looked out the window, trying not to think the worst. I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and responsibility. I should have been able to save her. I should have been stronger.

I sighed loudly, feeling the weight of my failure. "I couldn't get her out, man. I wasn't strong enough. I couldn't lift her. I got spooked, and I swerved the car into the river."

Jimmy's face grew stern, and he reached out to grab my shoulder. "Jey, do you really think either one of you would have come out of this better after a head-on collision?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Is she clear? Is she coming out of it?"

Jimmy's expression faltered, and I knew that he was holding back bad news. I felt a surge of panic and despair.

Jimmy got closer to me, his eyes locked onto mine. "Listen, listen to me. We have to be positive about this, okay? She's alive, Jey. She's a fighter. Don't you dare underestimate our girl."

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. I was scared, but I had to be strong for Rhea. I had to believe that she would come out of this okay.

"I never have," I choked out, my voice cracking with emotion.

Jey's eyes scanned the room, his heart racing with anticipation. He had to see Rhea. He had to know that she was okay.

Jimmy helped Jey walk to the room where Rhea was being kept. Jey looked into the door window and saw Rhea's parents sitting at her bedside. They looked up as Jey walked in, and Rhea's mom stood up and walked over to him.

"Oh, Jey, I'm so glad you two are okay," she said, tears welling up in her eyes as she hugged Jey tightly.

Jey hugged her back, feeling a lump form in his throat. "Yeah, me too," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

Rhea's mom sat back down, and Jey walked to the other side of the bed, staring at Rhea lying there with tubes and wires attached to her. She looked so fragile, so vulnerable.

Rhea's mom spoke up, her voice soft and gentle. "She looks like an angel when she sleeps."

Jey nodded, his eyes filling with tears. "Yes, she does," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rhea's mom continued, her voice filled with nostalgia. "Since she was a baby, I knew she was special. The second she came into this world, you could just feel the spirit radiating off of her. Always so sweet."

Jey closed his eyes, nodding as he listened to Rhea's mom's words. He remembered the way Rhea always put others before herself, the way she always had a kind word and a gentle touch.

Rhea's mom spoke up again, her voice filled with pride. "Never thinking about herself, always others. And that's why she's so loved."

Jey opened his eyes, looking at Rhea's mom with tears streaming down his face. "Yeah, that's my girl," he said, his voice shaking with emotion.

Rhea's mom reached out and took Jey's hand, squeezing it tightly. "She's going to be okay, Jey. She's going to come out of this just fine."

Jey nodded, feeling a sense of hope and determination. He was going to be there for Rhea, every step of the way. He was going to support her, love her, and help her through this tough time.

As he looked at Rhea lying there, he knew that he loved her more than anything. And he was going to do everything in his power to help her recover, to help her come back to him.

"I'll be here for her," Jey said, his voice firm and resolute. "I'll be here for her, no matter what."

Jey walked the halls, trying to clear his head and process everything that had happened. But as he walked, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he needed to do.

And then he remembered - the person who had been in the other car, the one who had caused the accident, was probably in the same hospital.

Jey approached one of the nurses at the nurse's station. "Excuse me," he said. "I was in an accident earlier today, and I was wondering if there was another person who came in around the same time?"

The nurse nodded. "Yes, there was. He's in room 107."

Jey thanked her and made his way to the room. As he walked in, the guy looked up at him, surprised.

"Uh, hey man, I think you're in the wrong room," he said.

Jey ignored him and walked over to the bed. "We both have you to thank for being in this hospital today, don't we?" he said, his eyes cold and hard.

The guy looked uneasy, and Jey could tell he was in pain. "You shouldn't be in here," the guy said, trying to sit up.

Jey reached out and grabbed the guy's hand, squeezing it tightly. "If you touch that phone, you cry out, I'll snap your wrist," he growled.

The guy's eyes went wide with fear, and he nodded hastily. "Okay, okay, okay."

Jey leaned in closer, his face inches from the guy's. "What's your name?" he asked.

"M-Mark Wilson," the guy stammered.

Jey's grip on the guy's hand tightened. "Mark? I heard you were in a rush to get to wherever it was you were going so fast. Where were you going, Mark?"

The guy hesitated, and Jey could tell he was trying to come up with a lie. "I-I was just going to a friend's house," he said finally.

Jey's eyes narrowed, and he applied more pressure to the guy's hand. "Ow, ow," the guy cried out, trying to pull his hand free.

Jey's eyes narrowed, his grip on Mark's hand tightening. "Let me ask you something, Mark. How is it that a man can run two people off the road and just leave them to drown?"

Mark's eyes darted back and forth, his face pale. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered.

Jey applied more pressure to Mark's hand, and the guy winced in pain. "Wake up and think to yourself, 'I'll give my friends a visit, going well over the speed limit.' And then what, Mark? You just happened to forget that you'd just run two people off the road?"

Mark's eyes welled up with tears. "Alright, listen, man... I don't even like... I don't remember yesterday... the crash, I don't... remember... I have a problem... I have a problem."

Jey's face twisted in disgust. "Yeah, you do have a problem. My girlfriend Rhea is the best person I've ever known. Her life is to entertain people, to make them happy even when they're going through the hardest times of their lives. Hell, little kids look up to her because she means something to everyone she's around."

Jey pressed Mark's wrist in more, and Mark groaned in pain. "You don't even remember running us off the road, do you? You're so stuck in your own little world, you don't care about anyone else's life."

Mark's eyes were streaming with tears now. "Please, man... stop... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."Jey's anger boiled over, and he reached out to grab Mark's throat, his fingers closing around it like a vice. "So, you're just a piece of trash, huh?" Jey growled, his eyes blazing with fury. "You get to snuff her out and live? What does that mean? What does that even mean?"

Jimmy burst into the room, his face stern. "Jey, that's enough!"

Jey didn't let go, his grip on Mark's throat tightening. "What? Why? This is what he deserves!"

Jimmy grabbed Jey's arm, trying to pry him loose. "Rhea's awake, Jey. Because Rhea's awake, and the first person she asked for was you."

Jey's grip faltered, and he looked up at Jimmy, his eyes wide with shock. Rhea was awake? She was asking for him?

Jimmy pulled Jey away from Mark, his voice firm. "Come on, Jey. Let's go see her. She needs you."

Jey's anger dissipated, replaced by a mix of emotions - worry, love, and relief. He let Jimmy lead him out of the room, his heart racing with anticipation.

Jey walked down to Rhea's room, his heart racing with anticipation. He opened the door and was met with the sight of Rhea lying in bed, sans tubes and smiling weakly at him.

Jey's eyes welled up with tears as he rushed to her bedside, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. "Hey, girl," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

Rhea's eyes sparkled with love as she responded, her voice weak but full of conviction. "Hello, my love."

Jey's face crumpled, and he felt a lump form in his throat. He reached out and took Rhea's hand, holding it tight as he gazed at her adoringly.

"You gave us a scare there for a minute," Jey said, his voice trembling.

Rhea's smile grew stronger, and she squeezed his hand gently. "You know I wasn't going anywhere, Jey. Wherever you are, that's where I'm going to be. That's the deal, right?"

Jey's nod was vehement, his eyes shining with tears. "That's the deal," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Just as Jey and Rhea were lost in their own little world, the door to the room burst open and the doctor walked in.

"Ms. Bennett, I think you're the most popular patient I've ever had," the doctor said with a smile. "Your well-wishers are becoming a mob out in the hall."

Jey laughed, his eyes still shining with tears. "Yeah, that's my family for ya," he said, his voice filled with amusement.

The doctor chuckled and turned to Rhea. "How are you feeling, Ms. Bennett?" he asked, his expression serious.

Rhea's eyes fluttered closed, and she took a deep breath. "I'm foggy, but mostly just tired," she responded, her voice weak but determined.

The doctor nodded sympathetically. "That's understandable. You've been through quite a bit," he said, his voice gentle.

Rhea's eyes snapped open, and she looked at the doctor with a worried expression. "Doc, I can't feel my legs," she said, her voice laced with fear.

The doctor's expression was reassuring. "The feeling will come back in a few days, Ms. Bennett. We'll start talking about physical therapy soon, but for now, let's just focus on getting you comfortable."

Jey's face was set in a determined expression. "But that's it, right? Mend a couple of bones, and that's it?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

The doctor nodded. "Yes, that's right, Mr. Jey. You both are lucky to have made it out of this accident with relatively minor injuries."

Jey's eyes filled with tears as he turned to Rhea. He gently grabbed her face, his fingers soft and gentle. He kissed her head, then her lips, his touch tender and loving.

"I love you, girl," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I love you."

Rhea's eyes welled up with tears as she smiled up at Jey. "I love you too, Jey," she whispered back, her voice barely audible.

The doctor smiled, his face softening at the sight of the two lovers. "I think we can let Ms. Bennett get some rest now, Mr. Jey," he said, his voice gentle. "You can come back and visit her later."

A few days later, Rhea and Jey were finally able to leave the hospital and head back home to Tampa. Rhea had to wear leg braces to help her walk, but she was determined to regain full mobility in her legs as soon as possible.

As they drove through the early morning hours, Jey couldn't help but glance over at Rhea, who had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. He smiled to himself, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude that they were finally home safe and sound.

As they pulled into Rhea's driveway, Jey leaned over and gently opened the door, waking Rhea up softly. "Hey, sleeping head, we're home," he said, his voice low and gentle.

--

Rhea groggily opened her eyes, letting out a soft groan as she stretched her arms above her head. "Ugh, I'm so stiff," she complained, yawning widely.

Jey chuckled and helped Rhea out of the SUV, carefully supporting her as she stood up on her braced legs. "We'll get you all settled in and comfortable in no time," he promised, wrapping his arm around her waist to help her walk.

As they made their way up the sidewalk to Rhea's front door, Jey couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy. They had made it through the accident, and now they could start the process of healing and rebuilding together.

Rhea smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thanks, Jey," she said, her voice soft and sincere. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Jey's heart swelled with love and emotion as he gazed back at Rhea. "You'll never have to find out, love" he promised, his voice low and confident. "I'll always be here for you."

The next morning, Rhea woke up in pain. She opened her eyes and looked around the room, hoping to see Jey lying next to her, but he wasn't there. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to sit up, but the pain was too much.

She groaned in frustration, reaching for the platform that she had to sleep with between her legs. Slowly, she un Velcroed it, wincing in pain as she moved. She had to get up, had to try and move around, no matter how much it hurt.

Rhea gritted her teeth and pushed through the pain, slowly getting up from the bed. She grabbed her leg braces and put them on, her hands shaking with effort. She took a deep breath and started to walk along the wall, using it for support.

As she made her way out of the bedroom, Jey saw her and rushed over. "Hey, what are you doing, Rhea?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Rhea tried to sound casual, despite the pain. "I'm stretching my legs, or trying to. I'm okay, I just need to get to the table, thank you, Jey."

Jey watched her carefully, his eyes never leaving her face. When she reached the table, a sharp pain shot through her back, and she groaned in agony.

Jey was by her side in an instant, placing one hand on her back. "Okay, okay, I got you, baby," he said, trying to soothe her.

But Rhea shook him off, determined to prove she was fine. "No, huh-uh, I said I'm good, thank you, Jey," she said, her voice firm but weak.

Jey looked at her, concern etched on his face, but he eventually backed off, walking away in defeat towards the sink to get her a glass of water.

Rhea let out a sigh of relief, picking up a bottle of multivitamins. "See, no big deal. I'm good," she said, trying to sound convincing.

Jey then said, "Yeah, well, remember what the doctor told you?" as he filled up the glasses with water. "With everything you've been through and recovering, you can get dizzy or lightheaded."

He walked towards her with the water and put it on the table, his eyes fixed on Rhea's face.

Rhea nodded, her expression grim. "I know, I can't forget. I'm waking up in unbearable pain," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jey then said, speaking loudly, "And on that note, I put your favorite snacks and your heated blanket by the couch. There's also a cooler filled with your favorite drink, and a trash can over there, so you ain't gotta get up."

As he crossed his arms, Rhea looked at him with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "That's embarrassingly thoughtful, love. Thank you," she said, her voice soft and sincere.

She looked over at the couch, her eyes scanning the spread of snacks and drinks that Jey had arranged for her. She couldn't help but feel a warmth in her chest at the thought of Jey taking care of her, making sure she was comfortable and happy.

Jey chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I just wanted to make sure you had everything you needed, so you wouldn't have to get up and strain yourself," he said, his voice full of concern.

Rhea took her multivitamins and then Jey said, "You're as tough as they come, ain't ya, girl?" as Rhea walked slowly over to the couch.

Jey said, "But you should know better by now to be trying to get around without a hand. I mean, what if you have a spasm or what if you fall?"

Rhea then turned her head towards Jey and said, "You're going back to work today, Jey. I figured it was time I stood on my own two feet."

She continued to walk towards the couch, her pace slow and deliberate. Jey watched her, his eyes filled with concern. Jey then said, "That's nonsense."

Rhea stopped and looked back at Jey, her eyes narrowing. "What's that now?" she asked, her voice firm.

Jey shrugged his shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry, but you've got to walk with that walker that you refuse to use. And your mom called again this morning. Your parents are dying to come take care of you while I'm away at work."

Rhea spoke, her voice firm and determined. "Look, I told her, now I'm telling you, okay? I don't need anybody hovering over me, alright?"

She turned back and made her way to the couch, her legs trembling slightly as she walked. Jey watched her, concern etched on his face, but he knew better than to push the issue further.

As Rhea reached the couch, she let out a sigh of relief and sank into the cushions, her eyes closing as she settled back into the pillow.

Rhea was laying there on the couch, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with each slow breath. Jey was in the kitchen, washing the dishes, his movements quiet and deliberate.

As Jey scrubbed a particularly stubborn stain, he let out a deep sigh. He was worried about Rhea, worried about her insistence on doing everything on her own. He knew she was stubborn, but he also knew she wasn't ready to be on her own yet.

Jey rinsed the last dish and put it in the drying rack, his mind still on Rhea. He walked over to the living room, his eyes fixed on her peaceful face.

For a moment, he just stood there, watching her sleep. He felt a surge of love and protectiveness towards her, and he knew he would do anything to take care of her, even if it meant hovering over her a little more than she liked.

Jey's gaze drifted down to Rhea's wounded leg, and his heart went out to her. He knew she was in pain, and he wished he could take it away from her.

As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, Rhea stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at Jey, her gaze sleepy and unfocused.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice husky.

Jey smiled, his face softening. "Hey," he replied, his voice low and gentle.

Rhea's eyes cleared, and she looked up at Jey, her expression searching. "What were you thinking about?" she asked, her voice a little stronger now.

Jey's smile faltered, and he looked away, his eyes fixed on some invisible spot on the wall. "Just worrying about you, Rhea," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rhea's face softened, and she reached out a hand towards Jey. "I'm okay, Jey," she said, her voice full of reassurance. "I'll be okay."

A few hours passed, and Jey had to leave for the airport. He made his way downstairs with a carry-on bag, his movements efficient and swift. As he reached the living room, he walked over to the couch and kissed Rhea softly on the forehead.

"I wish I didn't have to leave, but work is work," he said, his voice laced with regret.

Rhea smiled weakly, her eyes still sleepy. "Yes, babe, I'll be okay," she promised. "Go before you miss your flight. Call me when you land, okay?"

Jey smiled, his face set with determination. "Okay, I will. Don't you dare leave this house, either. I know you and how you can be," he said, his voice teasing.

Rhea chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I won't, I promise. Just go, and call me when you land."

With that, Jey turned and walked towards the door, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. Rhea watched him go, her eyes fixed on his retreating figure.

As Jey disappeared from view, Rhea let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes, her thoughts swirling with memories of their time together. She knew Jey was right - she needed to rest and recover - but she couldn't help the feeling of loneliness that crept in whenever he left.

As the silence in the room grew thicker, Rhea's eyelids began to droop, her body succumbing to the exhaustion that had been building up all day. She knew she needed to sleep, to let her body heal and repair itself.

Rheas pov:

I watched as Jey walked out the door, my heart heavy with the knowledge that he was leaving me behind. I knew he had to go, that work was calling, but a part of me wished he could stay, just a little longer.

As the door closed behind him, I felt a pang of loneliness wash over me. The room suddenly felt empty, devoid of the warmth and energy that Jey brought with him.

I lay back on the couch, my eyes drifting closed as I let out a deep sigh. My body ached, my leg throbbing with a dull pain that refused to subside. I knew I needed to rest, to let my body heal and repair itself, but my mind was restless, refusing to settle.

I thought about Jey, about the way he had taken care of me, about the way he had made me feel loved and cherished. I thought about the way he had held me, about the way he had kissed me goodbye.

As I lay there, my thoughts swirling with memories of Jey and our time together, I felt a sense of gratitude wash over me. I knew I was lucky to have him in my life, to have him care for me the way he did.

I knew I would be okay, that I would get through this, but a part of me still felt scared, still felt uncertain about what the future held.

I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I forced myself to relax. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness wash over me, and let myself drift off into a deep and dreamless sleep.

As I slept, I knew that Jey would be thinking of me, that he would be worrying about me, and that knowledge brought me a sense of peace, a sense of comfort that I desperately needed.

The next day, Rhea woke up in pain, her body aching and sore. She knew she needed to take a bath, but the thought of doing it all by herself was daunting. She sighed and unvelcroed the platform between her legs, putting on her leg braces with a groan.

As she got up from the couch, Rhea had to grab onto the wall for support, her legs trembling beneath her. She took a deep breath and began to make her way to the bathroom, her movements slow and deliberate.

The walk to the bathroom was agonizing, every step sending shooting pains up her leg. Rhea gritted her teeth and focused on putting one foot in front of the other, her eyes fixed on the bathroom door.

Finally, she reached the bathroom and leaned against the sink, her legs shaking with exhaustion.

Rhea took a deep breath and began to undress, her movements awkward and clumsy.

As she lifted her leg into the bathwater, Rhea let out a cry of pain, her eyes welling up with tears. She was so tired of being in pain, so tired of being helpless.

But she knew she had to keep going, had to keep pushing through the pain and the fear. Rhea took a deep breath and began to wash herself, her movements slow and gentle.

As she lay in the bathwater, Rhea closed her eyes and let out a sigh, her body relaxing into the warmth. She knew she still had a long way to go, but for now, she was just going to rest and recharge.

After a while, Rhea got out of the bath, her body feeling a little more relaxed. She put on some clean clothes and made her way back to the couch, collapsing onto the pillows with a groan.

As she lay there, Rhea realized that she needed to call Jey, needed to let him know that she was okay. She reached for her phone and dialed his number, her heart beating with anticipation.

"Hey, babe," Jey answered, his voice warm and concerned. "How are you feeling today?"

Rhea smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "I'm okay, Jey," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just tired and sore. But I'm okay."

Jey's voice was filled with relief. "I'm so glad to hear that, Rhea. I was worried sick about you. Are you taking your meds and following the doctor's orders?"

Rhea nodded, even though Jey couldn't see her. "Yes, Jey, I am. I promise."

Jey's voice was soft and gentle. "I know you are, babe. I just worry about you, that's all. But I have to go now. I have a meeting in a few minutes. I'll call you later, okay?"

Rhea smiled, feeling a sense of love and gratitude towards Jey. "Okay, Jey. I love you."

"I love you too, Rhea," Jey said, his voice warm and sincere. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

Rhea nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. "I will, Jey. Bye."

Rhea was craving ice cream, but as she looked around the empty freezer, she knew she was out of luck. She sighed and got up slowly, her legs aching with pain. She grabbed the wall for support and walked along it towards the front door to get the keys.

As she reached for the keys, Rhea knew she shouldn't be driving. She was still recovering from her injury, and driving would only put more strain on her body. But the craving for ice cream was too strong, and she couldn't resist the temptation.

With a determined look on her face, Rhea fought through the pain and got into the car slowly. She adjusted the seat and mirrors, trying to get comfortable despite the ache in her leg.

As she drove to the store, Rhea winced with every bump and pothole. She knew she was being reckless, but she just couldn't help herself. The thought of a cold, creamy cone of ice cream was too enticing to resist.

When she finally arrived at the store, Rhea parked in the handicap spot and took a deep breath before getting out of the car. She moved slowly, her legs trembling with pain, but she refused to give in.

As she walked into the store, Rhea's eyes scanned the aisles, searching for the ice cream section. She finally found it and grabbed a few of her favorite flavors, including rocky road and chocolate chip cookie dough.

As she made her way to the checkout, Rhea felt a pang of guilt. She knew she shouldn't be driving, and she definitely shouldn't be walking around the store. But the ice cream was calling her name, and she just couldn't resist.

As Rhea put the ice cream in the back seat, she felt a really bad spasm and couldn't move at all. She sighed, not wanting to be a burden to anyone, and stayed in that position for 6 hours.

During those 6 hours, Rhea ate the ice cream she had bought, trying to distract herself from the pain and discomfort. But as the hours dragged on, she knew she couldn't stay stuck in the car forever.

Finally, Rhea gave in and called Naomi, hoping her friend would answer quickly. When Naomi picked up, Rhea could hear the concern in her voice.

"Hey, girl! How's the recovery going?" Naomi asked.

Rhea hesitated, not wanting to admit her foolish mistake. But she knew she had no choice. "Well, it's going...are you home? If so, can you meet me at Publix please? I kinda had a spasm and now I've been stuck in the car and can't move."

Naomi's response was immediate. "Rhea, you shouldn't be driving! Yeah, I'm home, I'm on the way."

Rhea sighed, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. She knew she had made a mistake, and now she was paying the price. But at least Naomi was on her way to rescue her.

As Rhea hung up the phone, she couldn't help but think about how stupid she had been. She knew she wasn't supposed to drive, but she had let her craving for ice cream cloud her judgment.

Now, all she could do was wait and hope that Naomi arrived soon. Rhea closed her eyes, trying towill the pain away, and waited for her friend to arrive and save her from her own foolishness.Naomi arrived and parked her car right next to Rhea's. Naomi got out and knocked on the car door, then opened it. Rhea sighed in relief and said, "Ugh, Naomi, I'm so happy to see you. Thank you for coming, friend."

Naomi responded with, "Of course, honey. But you waited six hours to call me?"

Rhea slightly moved her head in protest, and Naomi said, "Does Jey know you're here?"

Rhea hesitated, then said, "I didn't want to bug him while he was at work."

Naomi sat next to Rhea in the car and said, "Rhea, alright, let's check you out."

Rhea then said, "I'm okay."

Naomi asked, "Are you having a hard time breathing?"

Rhea responded, "No."

Naomi then asked, "Alright, where does it hurt?"

Rhea said, "My legs and my back are pretty busted."

Naomi went, "Mhmm, well, at least you didn't go hungry," picking up the empty ice cream container. "Which is good, because you can't take these on an empty stomach."

Naomi then pulled out a pill bottle from her back pocket and took two out. "They'll help with the pain and relax you."

Rhea said, "Huh?" as Naomi handed her the pills.

Naomi smiled and said, "Don't worry, They're prescribed. I brought them just in case you needed them."

Rhea took the pills, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude towards Naomi. She knew she had made a mistake by driving, but at least Naomi was there to help her now.

Rhea then said, "Naomi, I don't know how to be this person."

Naomi responded with, "You are the same person, Rhea, you just can't do the same things, and you won't be able to, not for a while."

Rhea looked at Naomi, feeling a sense of frustration. "Way to give a pep talk, Naomi."

Naomi slightly chuckled and said, "Yeah, I know, right? People expect women to just be on it 24/7, handle your husband, your household, your job like a boss all day every day. But God only gave us this one body, and as much as you and I hate to admit it, we are human."

Rhea looked at Naomi, feeling a sense of understanding wash over her. Naomi was right, Rhea wasn't superhuman, and it was okay to ask for help.

Naomi continued, "Rhea, asking for help doesn't mean that you're weak. It means you're wise. You're acknowledging that you can't do it all on your own, and that's okay."

Rhea sighed, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. She knew Naomi was right, but it was hard to accept that she needed help.

Rhea asked Naomi, "What are you doing?"

Naomi replied, "Driving you home," as she got up from the seat.

Rhea watched as Naomi walked around to the other side of the car and said, "That pill I gave you should relax your muscles enough to move again by the time we get back to your place."

As Naomi was closing the door, Rhea asked, "Uh, Naomi, what about your car?"

Naomi smiled and said, "I'll ride-share. I know how to use my apps," as she buckled Rhea into the seat.

Rhea chuckled and said, "You're a good friend, Naomi."

Naomi replied, "We got each other's backs," as she smiled back at Rhea.

Rhea nodded in agreement and said, "Does that include not telling Jey you found me stuck in my own back seat?"

Naomi laughed and said, "Oh no, ma'am. I'll leave that to you."

Rhea smiled, feeling relieved that Naomi wouldn't rat her out to Jey. "I appreciate that," she said, as Naomi closed the other car door and got into the driver's side.

As Naomi started the car, Rhea closed her eyes, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her friend. She knew she could always count on Naomi to be there for her, no matter what.

Naomi drove quietly, not saying a word as she navigated the roads back to Rhea's place. Rhea appreciated the silence, feeling like she could finally relax and let someone else take care of her for a change.

After a few minutes, Naomi spoke up, "We're almost there, Rhea. Just hang in there a little longer, okay?"

Rhea nodded, not opening her eyes. "Mmm-hmm," she murmured, feeling the numbness spreading through her body.

As they pulled into Rhea's driveway, Naomi turned off the engine and turned to Rhea. "Alright, girl. We're home. Let's get you inside and comfortable, okay?"

Rhea nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She knew she was safe now, that Naomi was there to take care of her.

With Naomi's help, Rhea slowly got out of the car and made her way to the front door. Naomi supported her, holding onto her arm and helping her up the steps.

Once inside, Naomi helped Rhea to the couch, where she collapsed onto the pillows with a sigh of relief. Naomi smiled and said, "I'll get you some water and something to eat. You must be starving."

Rhea nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her friend. "Thanks, Naomi. I don't know what I would do without you."

Naomi smiled and said, "You'll never have to find out, girl. I'll always be here for you."

[nct-charlee]

Jaemin + Charlee (CharMin)

“Charming. That’s what we are. ”

masterlist // NCT DREAM

(korean, english)

warning: NONE.

a/n: but hi everyone !!! so sorry for literally disappearing from the face of the earth for almost a year (yikes!). when i first started writing and thinking up Charlee i had the time and energy to finally write something. but the more i wrote and the less i saw people actually engage in my work was extremely disheartening. it was a really hard thing to consider but i just couldn’t write without thinking of what people would think of my work (if they would even read it LOL). at that same time i started falling out of love with kpop and kpop content and so it made no sense to keep doing something i found no joy in doing. BUTTTT i finally gained that spark and started following NCT and RIIZE!! writing charlee and her story was one of my favorite things to do and i really missed it i think. so her story lives on!! and there’s someone on the way, coming very very soon 😉

WC:

First Meeting

“She was and is so-” (all the members start groaning, Chenle and Haechan start saying ‘la la la I can’t hear you’)

“-pretty” (Staff coo while all the members starts booing causing Jaemin to just smile wider)

It was right after the meeting to reveal that Charlotte would in fact join NCT dream

Charlotte was the last in the room, still trying to rack her brain. she was going to debut

Not just that she was going to debut in a boy group, all different things going on in her head

Jaemin had seen her around, in passing. They had not once said anything to each other though

“She was still bawling in the office and I felt so bad. I don’t even remember what I said exactly, but I remember comforting her.”

Jaemin had realized he hadn’t seen her and decided to go see where she was

He had just been put on hiatus for his back and had a feeling Charlotte was probably feeling horrible, she probably thought she was replacing him

When he came in she had her head in her hands and was sobbing. He quickly walked inside and closed the door, coughing slightly so she could hear him

She quickly tried to wipe her tears, before sniffing out “Sorry, I’ll get out soon…”

“No, no, You’re fine. I was actually looking for you,” He smiles softly. “I just wondered if you wanted to go and get some snacks with me?”

“Um, okay. Sure?”

Jaemin laughed a little and held his hand, taking hers and leading her to the nearest convenience store

Fan Favorite Moment

During “Boom” it was obvious that Dream was going in a darker and more mature era

Slowly her clothes got short and tighter until she all she could do was place her hands around her to at least have a little modesty off stage

It was also when staff realized she was in fact the same height as multiple members, if not taller

When people would bring up her height, he often would often try to change the subject, knowing she was uncomfortable with talking about it

He was also silently helping her with her clothes

Covering her with blankets or towels during variety or awards shows. If nothing was around he would use his own jacket, not caring that he was going to get a earful from the stylists

One time, the camera man started zooming in on her. He immediately jumped into frame and started smiling and waving his finger ‘no’.

When Charlee finally notices the camera she waves and they both start joking around

It’s still unclear if the camera persons intentions were bad or good

On Screen

“We are very charming so Charmin is us!”

Popularity: 9/10

Nicknames: Baby, Honey, Jagiya…that’s it, only endearing names

Best couple right here (I mean whatttt??)

They are so loved that even the biggest scandals that have come from DREAM was because of them, but they got cleared immediately when people realized it was about them

Clingyyyyy

Again one of the few members to show affection on screen

Jaemin while being the perceived “loudest” in variety content, Charlee is perceived the “loudest” during vlogs and trip content. In both occasions they balance each other out

Either calming each other or bringing the other out of their shell. A slight graze of each others arm is all they need to know that they’re either doing “too much” or “too little”

Off Screen

Still touchy, if not more so

Off camera Charlee is quite unserious and is seriously the joker AND a big yapper

Being the same but total opposites at the same time translates even off screen

Charlee is not shy to run up to him and hug him randomly, or call him randomly to say “I have to pee”

There’s no such thing as TMI between them and she makes sure he remembers that

One of the first tattoos she had gotten was dedicated to 8dream, each member had a little doodle she drew that reminded her of them

His was a cup of coffee in a ying and yang-esque way. One half being darker (his namericano) and one half being a milk-coffee (her 70:30 creamer and milk to coffee ratio)

[sstardustt3]

"smile, you're on camera y'know?"

summary- fem!reader and joel go get grocries while reader films.

word count- 1611k

tags- Ifem!reader x joel miller I fem!reader being a horrible camera woman I pre!outbreak (like way before) I 19yo!joel I breif mention of sarah I pregnant!reader I domestic fluff I grumpy x sunshine trope I

additonal info- Hiii this is my first actual fic so sorry if it's bad and it's not proof read so sorry for some grammer mistakes and i'll end up doing another post abt this but i'm going to make a masterlist for my fics in the future and i also can do requests and prompts so if you like this and any future fics and writing please feel free to put it in! reposts are also appreciated.

time-12:35 

Date- 3/31/2001

Recording sesion- 15:28:52

“Fucckkk…” Joel groaned and shifted around in the sheets

“If you don’t get that goddamned camera out my face…what is it five?”

Your eyes drifted down to the time at the corner of the camera.

“No actually, it’s twelve thirty five. I let you sleep in.” 

 you said from behind the camcorder, having a bit of a laugh at his irritation. He rolled his eyes at your comment and put the sheets over his head. Which promptly got it pulled off and thrown onto the ground

“No c’mon get up sleepy. We have shit to do.”

“Why can’t you go yourself since you’re full dressed already?’

Despite his protests and mumbling, sadly for him he knew he could never deny you, so he begrudgingly rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, mumbling on the way. You soon followed, the cold air hitting your body once again and went to the drawer and sat the camera down as she slipped the thick whit socks on.

“He’s so adorobly in love with me, and it might seem like he hates me but trust me if you saw the way he was all over me last night you would be eating your words right now, trust.”  you chuckle to your camera, picking it up and walking to the sink in their bathroom. You hear an annoyed, slightly pained groan from joel on the toilet. 

You quickly turn your head and a grin grows on your face. “You okay in their honey?” you hear another annoyed sigh.

“Im great doll. Just fuckin’ peachy” the toilet flushed and he opened the door, one  hand on his hip and the other with his hand making a poor attempt at covering his face from her god forsaken camera that was tracking him.

“I'm starting’ to think that getting you that camera was a mistake”

He picked up his tooth brush and paste and squeezed the tube. The thick paste beading at the opening and getting wiped off on the toothpaste 

“Nonesense. Plus, wouldn’t little sarah love to see her mom and dad when they were young?”

She smiled, sitting it down on the counter and showing off  her pregnant belly to the camera. 

“Isn’t that what photos are for?”

He supposedly said. It was hard to tell with all the paste muffling him. 

“It’s the digital age.”

He didn’t dignify your teasing with a response and spit out the toothpaste and washed it all out with tap water. He whipped his lip and kissed your forehead.

“I’m guessing you wanna go somewhere?” he lazily pulled his shirt off and threw it in the hamper and you quickly seized the opportunity to zoom the grainy film all the way in to his chest to his abdomen. A cheeky smirk grew on your face at the sight. 

“It’s for groceries and to get a christmas tree. You can’t help get a christmas tree?” you quickly refuted. You zoom out and walk to window and gracefully pushed the blinds up and focused the camera on the outside. Thick snow covering the trees and the driveway covered in ice, It looked amazing on the camera, even better in real life.

“Y'know you didn’t have to wake me up for groceries, could’ve just gotten them yourself.” he mumbled, pulling the shirt over his head and slipped on his grey sweatpants.

You twirl, the camera becoming unfocuesed and slightly blurry at the abrupt halt as you dragged your foot to stop.

“Meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready.”  You call out before shutting the door.

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Time-12:42

date-3/31/2001

Recording session-27:02:24

The doors to the grocery store opens with the chime of bells accompany it as joel pushed the door with one hand and push the cart with other with your hand over his. 

“What do we really need outta here?” he said, seeming a little more awake then he was on the walk there.

The camera whirled to the fruit section they were first greeted with upon walking in. Focusing on the bright red color of the peppers and tomatoes.

“Tomatoes…cabbages…ribs....thats really it.”

“Simple enough.” he walked to the produce section and started looking through fruit, his hands turing them around and looking at them closely. You followed his hand and zoomed out a little to see his face. And once you noticed you couldn’t help but laugh at that  stupidly serious look on his face. He noticed and looked at you and your camera.

“What- what is it, why are you laughing?”  he said, with his eyebrows furrowingly slightly, making him look confused and annoyed.

“Your face, your so serious all the time baby, lighten up, please.” chucking hard, her hand that was filliming dropping to her side and hooking her arm around his neck and gave him a light kiss. His face warmed slightly in response which promptly earned a smirk from you.

“You’re too unserious.”

“You’re too serious.” the camera raised and a cheeky smile grew on your face “c’mon smile, you’re on film.” 

“Forget it.” he rolled his eyes and he refocused his attention on the fruit,inspecting it and testing the firmness to make sure it’s fresh.

The attention of the camera flew to the bakery and you made your way over. Getting welcomed by the secent of crepes, macaroons, jelly filled donutes, and other various foods. First going to the donuts, bending down to the prettily decorated display. A woman came over from the otherside, sliding the door to the side as her tongs took out the powdered donuts out and slid in a fresh new steaming hot batch with a little star star shaped candy on a stick on the top. Quickly you stood up to grab the young tired tenagers attention.

“Exuse me, ma’m?”

She turned around, and came back over, putting her arms on the top of the glss display. “Yeah?”

“Can I have two dozen of these?” you said, pointing off screen to the cute little pastry

She leaned far over the counter, ridiculously far and caused you to flinch slightly and back up.

She looked at the name plate next to the desert.

“The…fairy dust powdered donut?” she cranked her neck up to look at you.

You nodded. “Yeah those are the ones.”

She gave a quick nod and pulled back to her side, swiftly grabbing the tongs and picked up 24, 12 at at time and placed them in a bag.

“Is that it?” she asked.

“Yeah thats all.” you said,  trying to hide her shock at the womans quickness.

“That’ll be 9.95.”

You dug your hand in your purse and pulled out two fives and handed it to her which she accepted without a word and she gave back some cents.

“Have a good day ms.”

She called and you responded with a nod and walked away.

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Date-3/31/2001

Time-1:42

Recording session- 60:02:37

“Goddamn it, it feels like i spent all day in there.”

Joel sighed as he carried the bags from the store to the train station.

“Well not all day. Just…” you paused briefly. “Around two hours. Average time for a trip.”

He scoffed as he stopped at the platform. He turnt  your camera which he was also holding towards you.

“I don’t need you being a smartass.” he said from behind the camera

“It’s what I do best.” you retort with that stupid smile before turning the opposite direction. Leaning to the right to see the train coming.

“Don’t do that.” he pulled you towards him, unintentionally backing into his chest.

“Why not?” you asking while reeling your head back to look at him.

“Because I don’t want a damn bullet train to speed towards us and rip your head off because you’re being stupid.” he said, not noticing the light reddining on his face.

“Joel, your blushing.” you tease with that damned smile you’ve had on all day.

“Shut the hell up.” he quickly snapped back.

Within a few seconds the train slowly came and opened it’s doors and you quickly went inside with joel following closely behind. You took your seats and it was only when the pair sat down they realized how tired they were from standing. Joel craned his neck down to look at the camera. It was a quite a tooth rotting sight actually. You and joel holding hands on the train with both shoes in frame and yours untied. He sighed and sat the camera down on your lap and bent over to tie your shoes. You look down, slightly confused at what he’s doing.

“...What are you doing?” you mumbled as you looked down.

“Why are your damn shoes always untied is the question.”

“Hey, blame converse not me.” you said as you put your head back and sighed. 

He didn’t say anything back and you didn’t either. The entire train ride for the two was surprisingly quiet, with joel just looking into the grainy footage of the camera the whole time that had been recording the pair the whole time, that you were oh so obsessed with. He didn’t realize just how he was staring at the camera until the train speakers rang out their stop. He turned to you and saw you completely knocked out. He chucked and shoved you awake.

“Hey..” you rubbed your eye and and slowly rised as you noticed a few others on the train were, including joel

“C’mon sleepy head, smile your on camera y’know?” he said, cracking a smile. Which caused you to laugh and lightly shove him.

“Yeah, c’mon.”

[thatztyv]

I think the new jack fic deserves a part 2🫣

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- Jack takes Kennedy on a date

Word Count:

- 1.7k

Kᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ Dᴏᴡɴs

(ken-nuh-dee duh-ouns)

"Y'all", I hummed as I set my camera up.

I took a step back to show my full body.

"So I got asked out on a date", I said then clapped my hands together and looked at the camera.

"I hope I didn't underdress", I hummed as I ran my hands over my shirt. "I feel like it's a luh calm fit. Can never go wrong with cargo pants and some fours."

"Anyways I'm supposed to be meeting Jack at two. And it's currently", I started as I checked my phone. "Oh lawd it's one forty-five. I'll see y'all in the car."

.☆.

"He told me he like three minutes away so I'm just waiting for him. I left late and still made it before him", I said and shook my head. "Thats a shame."

A knock came from my window and I jumped. I furrowed my brows and turned to look.

I let my window down and side eyed him.

"Why would you scare me like that?", I asked.

"My bad", Jack chuckled. "You ready to go in?"

"Yeah let me grab my purse", I said before I let my window back up and he opened my door for me.

"Thank you", I told him after I got out the car and he closed the door.

"You're welcome", he said as I put my purse on my shoulder then locked my car.

"Say hey to the camera", I said as I turned the camera to face both of us.

He gave me a hug before waving at the camera.

"Hey", he said with a smile.

"So what they got in here?", I asked as we started walking towards the building.

"All types of games. Good food and drinks. Trust me you'll enjoy yourself", he hummed.

.☆.

"Alright so while we waiting for the lady to come back imma show y'all his outfit since y'all seen mine", I said before turning the camera around to Jack.

I zoomed it out to get his full fit. "Okay. He looking real clean, real fresh. You know per usual."

"Gotta make sure I'm looking good for the ladies always", he said and licked his lips.

"You can't be taking me on a date and tryna please the ladies at the same time", I said turning the camera to me.

"I'm kidding", he chuckled.

"Mmhm", I hummed and playfully rolled my eyes.

"If you two could follow me please", the receptionist said as she grabbed two menus before walking off.

I walked beside Jack as we followed her around the arcade.

My hand accidentally brushed against his a few times before he grabbed ahold of it.

I turned the camera down and showed him holding my hand before turning it back to my face.

I'm literally screaming on the inside right now.

"Alright. This will be your area. If you need food, drinks or anything just push this button and a waiter will be with you as soon as they can. All the games have unlimited play for three hours since you got the premium package", she said as she set our menus on the table. "Lastly if you have any problems don't be afraid to come to the front and tell me."

"Thank you", I said sweetly before she walked away.

.☆.

I set my camera up and pointed it towards the basketball game.

He tapped the card on the scanner.

"Three, two, one. Go!", the machine said before letting the balls out.

I quickly grabbed a ball and started shooting back to back. I looked over and saw Jack had a higher score.

I reached over, trying to block him for shooting.

"Kennedy come on you're cheating", he laughed as he moved back from me.

I laughed and stopped messing with him and shoot another ball.

"Player two wins!", the machine chimes.

"You tried to cheat and still lost", he chuckled.

"Not too much."

.☆.

"We found a baseball game", I said after I set my camera up.

I walked to the tablet and typed in our names.

"Okay what stadium we doing", I asked as I swiped through the different fields.

"Uh Tampa Bay."

I swiped through them then selected it.

"Imma put you up first."

"Wait you go first. You played softball, you got more experience than me", he said.

"That was in tenth grade", I chuckled.

"Still."

I playfully rolled my eyes and grabbed one of the bats before going into the batting cage.

I pressed my foot on the base and got in swinging position.

Pitching in three.. two.. one.

The ball shoot out the floor and I swung the bat but missed the ball. I turned back and looked at Jack.

"That was just a test swing", I hummed before turning back around.

"I'm not gone say anything", he chuckled.

Another ball shot out the floor, I swung the bat and hit the ball.

I ended up hitting fifteen of twenty balls.

"Let's see if you can beat that", I said as I put my bat back on the rack.

He walked in as I was walking out.

"Alright let's see if you can hit a home run", I said. "We aiming for a homer!"

He looked at me as he grabbed his bat. "A home run?"

"Yeah. Bring it home, bring it home."

He stepped on the home base and got ready to swing his bat.

The ball shot out the thing and he swung at it.

"Out the park", the game said.

"That's alright. I missed the ball completely the first time", I chuckled.

He shook his head and stepped on the base again.

He ended up hitting seven out of twenty.

"Y'all I won and he hating on me", I chuckled before he gently moved me out the way.

"She won by eight."

"I still won", I said pushing my way in front of him.

"Whatever."

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"The way it's looking I'm finna order everything on this menu", I said making Jack chuckle.

"Hot wings", he hummed before he chuckled. "That reminds me. You know I watched your last video?"

"You did?!", I said as I looked up at him again and my voice went up an octave. "You watched the whole thing? Beginning, middle and end?"

"The entire thirty minutes."

I looked away from him and back at the menu.

"You ready to order?", I asked changing the topic.

He chuckled. "Yeah."

.☆.

"So I just ordered some fries. They had good stuff on the menu but I didn't know if I'd eat it for real", I said and showed my food on the camera.

I moved the camera and showed Jack's food.

"He got tacos and hot wings. They look so good", I said and zoomed in on his plates.

I set my camera up to show both of us.

"You sure you don't want nothing else", he asked.

"I'm good", I hummed.

I started eating my fries and I could see Jack side eyeing me.

"Why you keep side eyeing me?", I asked turning to him.

"You eating dry fries Kenn."

"Ok and what about it? You know ion dip my fries in no condiments", I chuckled as he just stared at me.

"You gone be starving", he said and shook his head as he continued eating.

Can't lie I was looking over at his plates, his food looked so good.

"Can I have one of your tacos?", I asked and he smirked at me.

"I thought you didn't want anything else", he said, moving his plate over to me.

"I didn't. Them tacos just look good as hell", I said as I grabbed one.

I hummed in delight as I ate it. Taco was delicious.

"Let me get like two wings too", I said and he just laughed.

He slide the plate of wings between us.

"Why you laughing?", I asked while grabbing three flats of the plate.

"I thought you was good with just your fries", he chuckled before sipping on his drink.

"I am. I just wanted to try your food cause it looked good."

"Right", he chuckled.

.☆.

"Don't drop my camera", I warned him as we stood in the checkout line in the store inside the arcade.

"I'm not going to drop your camera calm down", he said as he checked hisself out in the veiwfinder.

"I'm cutting all yo footage out cause they don't want you all in they face like that", I chuckled. "Anyways.. show them the stuffed animal you picked out for me."

He turned the camera around and showed me smiling as I held up the stuffed animal.

"So cute", he hummed quietly.

"He said I couldn't leave empty handed so he said he'll get me this."

He turned the camera back to himself. "She said I could take her on another date. So, win win."

.☆.

"Be safe and text me when you make it home", he said as I started my car.

"I will. You be safe too", I hummed after fastening my seatbelt.

"Alright. Bye Kenn."

"Bye Jack", I said before he closed my door.

I bit my lip as I watched him walk to his car before looking at my camera.

"He know he- chile let me go home", I chuckled before putting my car in drive.

.☆.

"So as y'all can see I got my bonnet and sleeping clothes on and about to get in the bed. I'm just trying to a finish editing this video first."

I showed my laptop before putting it back down.

"Um I just wanted to say I had a nice lil date with Jack. Ian gone lie that's the most fun I done had in a while", I said with a smile. "I didn't really record everything cause I still wanted us to enjoy our time privately."

"But ion wanna say too much cause he already told me he watched the last vid. Ian say nothing too crazy but still", I chuckled. "Anyways I'll just use this as an outro while I'm here."

"Thanks for watching. Like, Comment and Subscribe. Road to three mill baby. And until next time, I love you guys. Byeeeee."

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@TokyoKuri • 1hr ago

I haven't seen Jack or Kennedy smiling this much since they broke up 🥹

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@twiddledeetwiddledum • 1hr ago

awww Kenn looks so happy and relaxed.. love this for her

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@sexyymama-4758 • 49 min ago

The vibes is definitely vibing ☺️

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@FreeK3-867 • 1hr ago

The part when she showed they was holding hands was so cute 🥺

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@Mentality68 • 23 min ago

When he flipped the camera and showed her smiling with the stuffed animal 🥹

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[brainddeadd]

Day Four : Matt's POV

masterlist

This wasn’t supposed to be fun.

The plan was simple: play along, make you think I was into you, and after ten days, win the bet. Easy. Except four days in, I wasn’t just playing along—I was actually having fun.

You were trying your hardest to come off as the crazy, jealous girlfriend, and honestly? It was hilarious. No matter what you threw at me—possessive texts, territorial PDA, over-the-top jealousy—I couldn’t get enough.

It was like watching someone try to drive me away with the wrong user manual. And the best part? You were good at it. Too good.

The Text: Step One

When I saw your text this morning about cute waitresses, I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my phone. Most guys would’ve found it annoying or weird—hell, that was probably the point—but instead, it just made me want to see you more.

I replied instantly: “Lol. You worried about the waitstaff?”

It was supposed to be sarcastic, but when you sent back that angry face emoji, I knew you weren’t letting up today.

This was going to be fun.

Lunch: Step Two

I spotted you as soon as you walked into the burger joint, your grin just a little too bright and your kiss on the cheek just a little too dramatic. I was already onto your game, but damn, if it wasn’t kind of adorable.

You looped your arm through mine like you owned me. “I just love being so lucky that no other girl can have you,” you purred.

I had to bite back a laugh. It wasn’t what you were saying—it was how much effort you were putting into it. You weren’t trying to hide how ridiculous it was, and for some reason, that made it even more entertaining.

Then came the waitress.

You gave her the dirtiest side-eye I’ve ever seen, like you were ready to physically fight her over a condiment. “And make sure you bring the ketchup this time, okay, sweetheart?” you said, practically dripping venom on the last word.

I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing. The waitress looked so confused, and I just shook my head. “You good over there?” I asked, amused.

You gave me this tight, satisfied smile. “Just making sure she knows what’s what.”

You were playing crazy so well it was almost impressive.

Instagram Jealousy: Step Three

While we waited for the food, you whipped out your phone and started scrolling Instagram—not subtly, of course. You shoved the screen in my face, fake outrage written all over you.

“Who’s that?” you demanded, zooming in on my cousin Jenna in one of my old photos.

For a second, I couldn’t even answer. Was this real?

“That’s… my cousin, Jenna.”

Your squint deepened, like you didn’t believe me. “Mmm-hmm. ‘Cousin.’ Sure.”

I snorted, trying and failing to hold back a laugh. “You’re unbelievable.”

You shot me a playful glare. “And you’re suspicious.”

God, you were making this way too easy. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this, but watching you throw ridiculous fits over imaginary threats was easily the highlight of my day.

The Bar: Step Four

After lunch, I suggested we grab drinks at a local bar. You didn’t hesitate to say yes, and I knew that meant the act wasn’t over yet.

The second we stepped inside, you latched onto my arm like a barnacle, glaring at every woman who so much as glanced our way. You even shot the bartender a death stare, just to make things weird.

When the bartender asked what I wanted, you cut her off. “He’ll have a whiskey. And make sure you remember it’s our whiskey night.”

I lost it. I was laughing so hard I nearly cried. “You’re ridiculous.”

You crossed your arms, pretending to be serious. “Just protecting what’s mine.”

I grinned, loving every second of it. “Damn right, you are.”

The Goodbye: Trouble Has a New Name

By the end of the night, I should’ve been annoyed or fed up—or at least bored—but instead, I was counting the hours until I could see you again.

When we reached your door, I knew I should’ve just said goodnight and left. But instead, I leaned in and kissed your temple, enjoying the way you tensed, like you weren’t expecting it.

“See you tomorrow, trouble,” I murmured, grinning as I pulled back.

You stood there, arms crossed, glaring at me like you couldn’t believe I was still around. But instead of pushing me away, you looked… flustered. Like you were the one starting to fall.

I turned and walked away before I could do something dumb, like kiss you for real.

This was just supposed to be a bet. Ten days. Make you fall for me, win, and walk away.

So why did it feel like I was the one who was falling instead?

[magnetta-writes]

Rain

for @hinnymicrofic

They had just finished their Sunday roast. The children had escaped into the Burrow's garden as soon as they had finished their plates. The adults remained at the table, continuing their conversation. 

Suddenly, with heart-pounding clarity, they all heard it at once. It was Rose Weasley’s loud blood-curdling scream coming from the garden, followed by an accompaniment of tiny voices screaming. 

Harry and Ron had, admittedly, the quickest reaction time. They had both sprung up from the table and were in the garden before Ginny even lowered her glass of pumpkin juice from her lips. 

Ginny stood up and made to follow along with Hermione and her parents, but she was calmed significantly when she heard Ron’s booming laughter, followed by high pitched squeals. These were not the sounds of terror, but of joy.

Ginny shot a quizzical look at Hermione, who also visibly relaxed at the sound of Ron’s laughter. They all made their way slowly to the side door that led out into the garden and paused in the doorway. 

It was heavily downpouring even though moments before she hadn't noticed signs of rain. The children were running around the yard screaming and squealing in delight. Harry and Ron stood in the middle of the garden, rain soaking their clothing, laughing and chasing the wet children around in the rain.

Ginny took in the scene and laughed in relief, along with Mum, Dad, and Hermione. They were fine. They were all fine.

Ginny saw her daughter's red ponytail bouncing up and down as she chased her cousin Hugo. Then there were her two black-haired boys laughing and squealing as her brother Ron chased them. Rose grabbed a wet ball from the ground and threw it at Harry, who had not initially been paying attention, but caught the ball as it zoomed towards his face. 

They were all perfect, Ginny thought. She looked at her tall handsome husband who moments before had barreled into the yard in fear, was now smiling and laughing, thoroughly soaked in rain. She couldn't help it, she shrugged and stepped out to join them in the downpour. She felt the rain cool her skin as she walked slowly across the yard in step next to Harry. He grinned at her in greeting.

“It apparently started raining quite suddenly,” said Harry. “And we- all of us-” he gestured intently to their kids running around the garden “decided to start screaming about it.”

“Seems like the appropriate response,” said Ginny, chuckling as she watched her two sons team up to tackle their laughing Uncle Ron on to the wet grass. 

“They're going to give me more gray hair,” smiled Harry with reluctant amusement.  

Ginny snaked her arms around his waist and he pulled his around her shoulders. They stood there for a moment holding each other in the rain, watching the takedown of Ron by James and Al. 

“I love your gray hairs,” she said. Harry tutted and leaned down to roughly kiss her rain-soaked face. 

[storiesofaot]

WIP game!! I find it so funny how you name your files, but I love it. So organized.

How about "A Thousand Times Nothing Happened - Zoom" ? It sounds like "A Thousand Times Hange and Levi had Insane Tension But Were Too Emotionally Constipated to Act" and I can always get behind tension.

Thank you so much, @starshower1215 - haha yes, I do my best to keep everything organised 😂

You're actually not too far off! Let me rephrase it a little bit, "A Thousand Times Hange And Levi Acted As Best Friends And That One Time They Had Insane Tension And Didn't" (yours sounded so much cooler, though!).

This oneshot is based on a German song (xD) that randomly came to my attention again, and which I dont even like thaaat much, but my Levihan brain immediately turned the lyrics into an Modern AU fic, oops! Levi and Hange have been friends since they were four years old, and they stayed best friends for the next 24 years until one night changed it all... *dramatic drum roll*

It's going to switch between present time and flashbacks of them growing up together, because that's where the lyrics led me (and I followed). Here's a little snippet from the beginning, with the cursive being the (translated) lyrics of the song:

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You just wanted to pass the time in the evening, and since you didn’t want to go alone, you called me. We were only friends and wanted to stay that way, not in a dream I believed something could happen.

Running a shaky hand over his face, Levi sighed and closed his eyes, listening to the soft click of her bathroom door. Saying that this night had taken an unexpected turn was probably the understatement of the year. Actually, no - of the century, or rather, of his entire life. This was what happened when he ended up agreeing to things he didn’t want to do. He should’ve said no, should’ve explained that it had been a long day at the bookstore, that he was tired and only wanted to lie down and read a little before falling asleep.

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A little snippet from one of the flashback scenes:

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I don’t even know how long we have known each other. Your parents used to go bowling with mine. We stayed at home, you fell asleep in front of the TV. We were like siblings during all those years.

It had all started when Hange moved in with her parents and her older brother at the young age of four, into the house right across the street from where he lived. His mother had insisted on giving her family a little welcome gift and, against his will, had taken him along - his little hand in one of hers and a box of homemade cookies in the other. “If I saw correctly, they have two kids, a girl and a boy. Who knows, maybe you can become friends! Wouldn’t that be great?”

Levi had shaken his head, a deep scowl on his face. He didn’t want a friend; he had his picture books and his mum, what else did he need? The kids at kindergarten were all dumb; they didn’t like playing with him - so why should those two kids be any different?

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And the moment things started to shift:

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Soon, he was nodding along to whatever she was saying, her words all but lost under the pounding bass, and when she laughed, he found himself smiling too. Because it was Hange, and her laugh always made everything feel a little lighter. But tonight, it stirred something different in him - a strange tingle in his stomach as he watched her look at him, nose crinkling, eyes alight with amusement.

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She squinted a little, as if deciding how to answer his question. Or maybe she was just too drunk and trying to refocus her eyes on him. “I’m trying to read you,” she finally replied. “Something’s different about you tonight, and I wanna know what.”

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This story contails probably the most "sensual" writing I have ever done, but it's definitely nothing explicit, the emphasis is more on the emotional connection 😆 And it's also pretty much finished, so I might upload it towards the end of the week! (if everything goes well ha)

Thank you so much for asking, and have a great day/night! 🌙

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