byul✩elle

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[byullielle]

elle / byul ✩★ | 05 liner | 21 | she/her | 3racha enthusiast | heated rivalry addict | forever valko defender

account status: pulled out of her grave by hudson williams; active!!

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[livelovelaugh-777]

[sodor-memetime]

[byulliexo]

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ | 1k words; fluff, feel-good.

The hum of the fans beneath the machinery is low and controlled, the progress bar inches closer in its completion, while his eyepiece hangs against his ear, cuffed securely, undeterred by his rapid movements. Code runs across the other tab of the hologram, a string of numbers running by a translator that produces the newest beta program for the hologram projector he's been developing within the company.

Once the progress reaches a hundred percent, he swipes off the coding tab and moves to ensure that the beta was running as smoothly as it could, brows knit in concentration while his fingers move across the keyboard and screen, prototype awaiting by the side table, ready to be fed a new disc for function. However, the small, familiar thump of his assistant's knuckles against the metal door breaks him free of his reverie, the line of concentration thrumming through his mind immediately severed as he looks up, standing from his stool in attention.

The scent greets him before the voice does. The gentle, familiar scent of iris and freesia fabric softener tickles his nose, followed by the leather of the concealed holster he knew sat behind her rib.

"Mr. Ao, someone is here to see you," his assistant's voice resonates against the enforced steel. He nearly trips on one of his floor cleaning robots, catching himself on the edge of the counter while holding back the smile already spilling across his face, boyish and excited as he swipes his keycard open and comes face to face with his favorite person in the entire galaxy and it's neighboring stars.

"So you really took my offer to come visit?" he asks, voice absolutely unable to conceal the sheer elation that's coursing through his veins.

"Was I not supposed to take it?" you raise an amused brow, sidestepping him to enter his office as he slides the door locked. You take stock, looking around as the hum-buzz of gadgets and gentle trills of hologram pop-ups surround you, the mechanic whir of machinery on the floor completes its ambience for your sudden visit.

He tries to casually lean over one of the counters only for his elbow to slip and he nearly crashes against the ceramic surface, catching himself while clearing his throat casually, finding the LED clock by the door very interesting. "So, what do you think?" he scoffs under his breath, a little embarrassed and partly relieved you didn't quite catch the moment.

"I think it's very productive," you hum, still looking around, arms tucked behind to suppress the natural urge to touch and poke at admittedly interesting prototypes laid out in shelves and tray tables. "Sooo, this is what you do if you aren't in meetings and business calls,"

He pushes himself off the counter, trailing you while mimicking the position your arms are in, keeping in step before his chest presses against your back and his hand slowly moves, not darting out in order to not startle you. "I enjoy this side of the CEO thing more," he mumbles, handing you a small, white, ivory ball.

Tapping twice on it's smooth surface, it comes to life in the palm of your hand and you couldn't help but squeak slightly at the suddenness of it all. "One of my side-projects, you're free to name 'em," he bumps his nose gently against your temple, "Little guy can dance for you if you say please," he informs.

You tilt your head aside until a small blip makes its face appear, the calm blue light emanating from the white shell forming a small face as it squeaks and beeps. "Please dance," you try, and it starts rolling forward, backward, then around your palm, doing a small circular jig.

"Of course, it isn't all I do. I made him under like, what, thirty minutes?" he detaches from you, huffing while gently brushing his fingers against the tip of his nose, trying to hide his smile.

"You're boasting?" you ask, looking over your shoulder with a soft chuckle upon seeing that goofy expression on his face. "Nah, just informing," he presses his lips together all coy and trying to be cool about it.

Rolling your eyes, you press your index finger against his forehead, pushing back playfully as he grunts, a small 'ack!' escaping him. "Show me the more impressive ones!"

"Wow! Do you not find the boogie-bot impressive?" he looks at you, aghast at the prospect of not finding him interesting as you couldn't help but laugh and shake your head. "Did I say that?"

"No, but you implied it," he pouts, brows furrowed all cute as he grabs a bunch of nano clusters before taking your hand, his thumb smoothing against your knuckle, unable to help himself. He connects the nano clusteres to each knuckle before he runs his fingers over your arm.

"Try making a finger gun," he mumbles as you comply and stick your arm out, index and middle finger outstretched, a solid haptic sensation suddenly flooding your digits before you find yourself holding a gun. "Oh…? Does it shoot?"

"Still working on that, but it already has spring calibration. All I need is to find some way to integrate a loading and unloading system which could try and feed off some evol," he starts explaing, "The nanos detect user placement, but I just think the finger gun thing is more fun, and easier to summon if you ask me," he rambles on before finally looking up at you and feeling his ears turn slightly pink.

"But of course I might be boring you, love."

You gently detach the nano clusters from your hand before gently reaching up and patting his head, soft, fluffy hair atop his crown absolutely comforting.

"Mn, no not at all," you chuckle softly, rubbing the spot like you would a big dog, "It's all interesting to me, I promise,"

He couldn't help but melt against your palm, immediately closing the space between you as he nuzzles against your neck, humming in comfort. "Really…? Praise me more,"

"Attention-seeker," you softly, lovingly levy against him as he whimpers while you keep petting his head.

"You're so mean to me, love."

[byullielle]

drabble debut. i do not joke about valko.

[byullielle]

so my heated rivalry acct is currently asleep, however, i have been a long LADS lurker + player. and i was so excited for valko's release, only to be met with 'oops, we caved to the negative press and would not go through with valko.' WELL FUCK THAT. if im going to live off headcanons then so be it.

anyways, ill start with valko fanfictions out of SPITE.

[qcharlie]

i think being able to identify and deconstruct an irrational feeling should make it go away. i literally solved your riddle puzzle master can u let me OUT the damn TORTURE LABYRINTH

[cb97percent]

[byullielle]

HUBBA HUBBA.

[byullielle]

engenes, hello! i have a question, because im not familiar with enha's game. scrolling through my music app, i see their latest album in sunoo's version, and i have three questions:

1. do all the members have their own versions, and;

2. if so, are those versions really just purely *theirs*?

3. how different is it from the og album?

cause look at the production value, gahdamn. it got me so intrigued 😭

[sheisraging]

yes good.

[bnghvn]

I CAN’T TAKE THIS WHORE ANYMORE!!!!!

CHRIS PLEASE. 😩😩😩

so gorgeous oh my lord

[byullielle]

CHRISTOPHER. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU MAN 😭

[ivyues]

She chose Violence ⋅ Bang Chan

Without needing to reveal yourself, you still fed both your boyfriend and the audience.

Chris was doing a livestream in his room, voice warm and familiar as it drifted down the hallway. You sat by the kitchen table, phone popped up against a water bottle, half-listening to him through the screen while going through your study notes.

You’d been dating for years – long enough that sneaking around felt almost funny now, but after he’d finally told fans he was seeing someone, you both agreed: privacy mattered. Love didn’t need a face reveal.

… much to the dissatisfaction of his curious fans. But that had always been the agreement – support him, but never interrupt the little world he built with STAY.

From the screen, you heard him laugh lightly. “No, I ate earlier,” he said easily, shaking his head at the chat.

You frowned. 

You’d been with him all evening. He definitely had not eaten.

Liar.

You sighed, stood up, and quietly headed to the stove. A simple plate: rice, chicken, some side dishes. Food he liked and definitely needed.

The hallway light was dim as you padded towards his room. The door was half open, the soft glow of the ring light spilling out. Inside, you moved carefully, staying well out of frame as you slipped the plate onto the desk beside him.

Then you were gone again, retreating like nothing happened.

Chris glanced to the side. His eyes softened instantly, and a small laugh escaped him before he could stop it.

“Oh,” he murmured, voice fond. “This is so sweet.”

He stood, picked up the plate, and turned it towards the camera with a shy grin. “My girlfriend brought me food.”

The comments flooded in

CUTEE COUPLE GOALS 🤍 SHOW HER PLS MAPPY HER ALREADY WE WANNA SEE HER!!

Chris laughed, shoulders shaking.

“Should I ask her to come here~?” he teased, eyes flicking toward the doorway. He already knew the answer. He just enjoyed pretending otherwise.

“Babyyyy!”

Then, louder, playful and whiny, “Babyyyy!”

“Babe, can you come here for a sec?”

You froze in the hallway.

The camera was still on.

Yet you moved back to the doorway where you knew you’d be safe, but not centimeter past it.

When you saw his teasing grin, you just shook your head quickly, eyes wide, refusing to even step fully inside.

“Why nottt?” Chris dragged out, pouting dramatically.

You only scrunched your nose at him in response. No way. Not yet. Not even your voice. Not the risk.

“Pleaaase?” he tried again, smiling too sweetly to ignore.

You hesitated. Then, with a quiet sigh, you stepped just BEHIND the camera. Carefully, you raised your hands and made a small heart with your index and middle fingers right in front of the lens.

The chat lost its mind.

Chris laughed, utterly charmed and steped closer to you and the camera as well. “They think that’s cute,” he said, between the screen and you. “They’re spamming that you should talk.”

Before you could escape again, he gently caught your hand and tugged you closer – careful, always careful not to pull you in frame. “She doesn’t want to show herself yet,” he told the fans, apologetic but calm.

“Sorry,” he mouthed towards the camera, but the apologetic look he gave the camera wasn’t meant for them. He squeezed your hand, reassuring.

That was when you got an idea. You knew that they wouldn't drop until they got what they wanted... So what better way to get STAY's attention off of you than...

In one smooth motion, you slipped your hand away, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and tugged it up just enough for the camera to catch a glimpse of his toned abs… then you bolted for the door.

The reaction was instant.

The chat exploded.

Chris yelped, eyes wide, ears burning as he hurriedly yanked his shirt back down. “Yah—!” He cleared his throat, flustered, trying (and failing) to regain composure. He turned his head, just in time to see you at the doorway, shaking his head with an amused, helpless smile.

“Babe—”

Before he could finish, you flashed him the most innocent smile and a not so apologetic finger heart, then disappeared down the hall, door clicking shut behind you.

“God—” Chris muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair.

He looked back at the camera, embarrassed but laughing  

“My girlfriend, everyone,” he said fondly. “Brings me food and drives me crazy.”

He paused, smile softening.

“That’s my girlfriend for ya.”

A quiet exhale.

“Yeah... She’s something else.”

masterlist

[weirdgirlvampire]

Ilya at the hospital: is he ok are you ok is he dead did he die did he die shane are you ok shane tell me shane

Shane, high as a kite: ✨😍💝❤️‍🔥🥰💕❤️🥰✨💅💕🥰🥰✨✨✨✨ ILYAAAAAAAAA 😍🥰😍💝❤️💝✨🥰😍😍✨💝✨🥰💝💝💝

[writing-prompt-s]

To the inhabitants of a game universe, a speedrunner is a horrific abomination.

[byullielle]

sdv and speedrun gang

[cbini]

me putting dwaekki in my mouth and eating him

[endlessly-ranting-antheia]

Ilya: I could marry Svetlana to get American citizenship

Shane: and I could commit a murder suicide right now. See how we’re both saying shit

[dykekarkat]

eventually yuna's gonna b like "it's really upsetting u cant get pregnant because your children would've been the best hockey players of all time" and shane will look at her like she shot a dog in front of him

[ellestarcentaurs]

sappy, sentimental, and overly personal open letter to heated rivalry and the people behind it;

this is going to be so corny but truly, this is the first time i have ever felt this way about a specific show.

i started creatively writing since i was 11 years old, lurking within the dark creepypasta and fnaf x reader underbellies of wattpad and fanfiction. net.

i was 15 when i hit the thousands on my first fanfic book in wattpad, haikyuu invoking a year-long obsession with the show prior to season 4.

and i was 17 when i started an ao3 and tumblr account. creative writing was a hobby that had always been with me since i was a teenager, and my love for reading stemming much more earlier.

somewhere along my transition into college, i found my own creativity dwindling, and before i knew it i stopped writing creatively altogether.

i stopped for a whole year and hadn't made anything that wasn't college related. and don't get me wrong, i love my course. enough to abandon the parts of what fueled my imagination. so yes, i had been stagnant for two years without having the energy to even write a drabble. the course i have is exhausting, and for the first time in my entire life, keeping up with writing felt like a chore. the love of my life started feeling like a chore and i didn't even realize it until i had abandoned both ao3 and tumblr.

and this november, a canadian hockey romance show based on a book aired.that was the catalyst of the revival of what once came so easily to me.

like, so fucking serious, that show was a rediscovery of things i didn't even realize i lost. its such a good show, so much so that i managed to pump out two fics in a span of two days. so, rachel reid, thank you for making heated rivalry. i love the books, i love the show, and i loved just how masterful it was written and done.

jacob tierney, if you want free child labor, my first born is yours. this show and these actors have been my freshest glass of spring water after walking around aimlessly in a desert for a good two years (the longest ive went without writing anything), that's how good it was with pulling me out of a slump.i had underestimated just how much i love writing just about anything, and heated rivalry has done so much to make me realize that in so little time.

may i preface that this isn't parasocial at all. i can still differentiate actor from character and god forbid i start acting out now. but there's just this visceral reaction i had towards the show, that i couldn't even fully express into words.they truly just had three dollars, 78 pounds of spaghetti and a dream—and i am amazed at just how well it turned out, nurtured by those who truly did love the source material. i think it is a masterclass at just how far you could get when you truly know your craft and it would always be an awe-inspiring piece of media i will always keep dear to my heart.

so, before i head back into the trenches of studying for my dream job, im going to enjoy every single drop of inspiration this series gives me.

thank you heated rivalry for bringing my spark back. mwah.