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[xoviennaxo]

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HAHAHA I WILL BE ON IT SOON!! it’s just a matter of me not being a lazy hoe 💆🏻‍♀️

[xoviennaxo]

hi everyone, i am indeed gonna make more parts (im planning on 25-30 in total? if im able to) but life has been so insane and busy recently … i will continue writing asap!!

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x reader

part 15

summary: you finally finally realize your feelings.

you wake up the morning after that whole…thing.

immediately the first thing you think about is the hug. the way he whispered to you that he missed you as if it just slipped out.

you go on your phone to try and distract yourself from thinking about that but you can’t.

the day continues with no changes in the topic plaguing your brain. it’s just him. it’s always him. his hug, his apology, the way he seemed so sincere, how much you appreciate him, how much you lov-

woah.

no L word yet. you’re just friends.

“we’re just friends, we just made up. that’s it. friends do that all the time.” you tell yourself as you scramble in your kitchen to make lunch.

you think not only about the day prior, but ever since you met him. that first interaction when you nervously asked for his number, the first phone call, the first time hanging out, taking care of him while he’s sick….

damnit.

you have to remind yourself it’s all fake. fake dating. just like you had to remind him it was fake as well….

what was that even about?

what was everything the past couples days even about?

you’re mind is in a spiral. confused for so many different reasons.

you physically can’t stop thinking and it’s driving you crazy. so you call up ami.

“hey girll” she answers

“heyyy ami.”

“oh god, what’s that tone for? what happened? did your “boyfriend” fuck up again?”

you sigh. “no. …so hypothetically…if someone said they missed you… and hugged you like their life depended on it… after a fight… and you haven’t stopped thinking about it… what does that mean?”

“what exactly do you think that means?” you can practically hear the smirk in her voice.

“god damnit, ami, i don’t know! i’m freaking the hell out!”

“i’ve told you since the beginning that you definitely like him!!”

“no i don’t, it’s fake dating! and he’s my friend!”

“are you ever actually gonna listen to anything i tell you?”

that shuts you up for a second.

“…sorry” you mumble.

“you don’t need to be sorry. you need to get out of denial. it’s so obvious that you like him and he likes you. you need to do something about it”

“i don’t want to ruin what we have. especially after a fight”

“just forget the fight for now y/n. okay, tell me this. do you see a future with him?”

“as in…?”

“in general. as friends or not.”

“…yes.”

“do you see yourself marrying him?”

“oh my god a-“

“answer the question”

“…i could…see it possibly. hypothetically. maybe.”

“i’m gonna take that as a yes.”

“so then what?!”

“you tell him.”

“i can’t-!”

“stop saying that. there’s no cant. you tell him or you don’t. up to you.”

“….okay” you sigh in defeat.

“go think about it, okay? call me if you need me.”

“thank you, ami.”

you hang up and groan, flopping onto your couch and feeling overwhelmed with everything.

later when you go to the store to pick up some stuff for dinner, you find yourself subconsciously grabbing things you know he likes to give to him later. damnit. why do you keep doing that?

you watch a tik tok and immediately think “oh my god, sitei would love this-“

why? why is he all that’s on your mind?

you think back to the moments before when you’d have things like this happen. you think about the fake-dating stunt. how it was never just PR for you. you felt safe, seen, loved.

you lay in bed and read back old messages with him. wanting to text or call him, but nothing gets sent. you just stare at his contact. when it finally hits you.

“i’m in love with him.”

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x reader

part 14

summary: you run into a certain someone after a horrible fight.

it’s been a couple days and the two of you haven’t talked. luckily, you have a spring break from tournaments so you don’t have to face each other for a bit.

you’re still pissed. you don’t understand what happened? and what did he mean by all that he said? has he always hated you that much? maybe he should be a damn actor instead of a gamer, if he really hated you that much.

you try and distract yourself by going on twitter, but all you see is fans talking about how much they ship the two of you and “relationship goals” and all that. all it does it fuels your anger more.

you shut your phone off and get up, deciding to go for a walk to clear your mind.

you can’t get your mind off of him.

you’re pissed. but you also … miss him.

as you walk, you can’t help but wish he was there walking next to you, like he always does.

you miss his laugh, his teasing, his face … just, him.

you can’t bring yourself to think about the logistics of the fake dating anymore. you don’t care about your public perception right now. you realize your relationship isn’t just some PR stunt. it’s real. whether it’s romantic or platonic, you care about each other.

you have a constant back and forth. telling yourself he’s annoying and you hate him, and then…you love him. you can’t handle this. your mind feels like it’s going crazy.

if it wasn’t nine in the morning you’d definitely go out to the bar for a drink to try and forget all this shit.

you wonder how he’s feeling. does he feel bad? any remorse whatsoever? or does he not care? does he think his reaction was normal? justified, even?

you don’t even know where you’re walking to. when you look up, you noticed you’ve subconsciously brought yourself to the cafe you and sitei always meet at.

of course.

you decide to just walk inside, go to a corner table by yourself and order the coffee you always get.

you never even liked black coffee, but you only got it because he got it. but you still order it either way, him being here or not. is that your subconscious missing him? associating that bitter taste with his presence?

you call ami and try and distract yourself from him as you sip your coffee.

you look around the cafe as you talk to her, venting about your argument with him.

and then you notice something…or someone.

him.

walking into the cafe.

of-fucking-course.

he sees you too. he has a strong internal conflict if he should walk up to you or not. he notices you’re on the phone, and also notices the way you immediately looked away as soon as he looked at you. but his body moves on its own and walks up to you.

“…i have to go ami. someone’s here.” you mumble, looking up at sitei and hanging up the phone.

sitei looks down at you before pulling out a chair and sitting down. your eyes are glued on your coffee, swirling it around in the mug. waiting for him to apologize.

“…so.” he starts. still awkward as ever.

you stay quiet, waiting to hear what he genuinely has to say without you making him get to it yourself.

“….im sorry” he sighs. not knowing how else to start.

he waits to see if you respond. you don’t. so he continues.

“i’m sorry for getting mad at you, for arguing with you, for everything i said. for how i treated you…i promise. i swear i didn’t mean any of it whatsoever. i really regret not being honest with you…i just- … i have trouble with talking about my feelings and it was a lot, and i-“

he cuts himself off when he realizes he rambling. he probably hasn’t talked that much in his whole life.

he just looks down and waits for you to most likely throw your coffee on him and tell him you never want to see him again.

“…im….im still mad” you start, but your tone is soft. “i’m really upset. and sad. about how you talked to me and treated me. that being said …” you sigh.

are you about to say you forgive him? do you forgive him?

“i forgive you.” you finally say, the words leaving your mouth almost without your permission.

“you do?” he finally looks up. you swear you see his eyes somewhat glossy with tears that haven’t fallen.

“…i do.”

“thank you” he sighs of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing once you truly forgive him. “i’m so sorry.” he says once again.

“…can you tell me why you did that? why you were so angry? i-i just don’t get it-“ you say a bit sadly

“it wasn’t about you. i just… cracked. everything’s been nonstop lately, and i didn’t know how to deal with it.”

that doesn’t feel like the full truth … but you can’t bring yourself to ask anymore. you don’t want to fight again. so you suck it up.

“…just please don’t do anything like that again … it made me feel horrible” you mumble.

“i promise. i won’t.”

soon after he says that, he speaks up again.

“…where do we go from here? like … our friendship and the uh …. the dating thing.”

it goes quiet for a moment. the tension in the cafe between them being ridiculously thick.

“i don’t want to lose you” you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. “i care about you a lot … you’ve become one of my best friends.”

“…me too. do you think … we can move past this?”

you nod. “i won’t let you being a dumbass come between us” you say with a soft smile, already cracking jokes at the situation.

he chuckles a bit, still a bit too shaken up to find it truly funny.

“and…” he starts, hating that he ask to ask this dreaded question. “what about the fake-dating?”

“…can we … lay off of that for a bit?” you ask. “considering it’s why we…” you trail off. letting him mentally finish that sentence.

“so do we do a public breakup?”

“no no, definitely not. we just don’t post as much about it. i just want to be friends with you. not a PR stunt.”

he’s just recently realized his feelings for you. so the word ‘friends’ still stings, but he’d much rather take that over nothing.

“yeah … i completely agree.”

you smile softly. “so…we’re good?”

“yeah … we’re good.” he smiles too.

you continue conversation as normal, still just a bit awkward but that’s a given. you’re just trying to feel normal again.

once he pays for your coffees, he walks you back to your apartment, like he always does. you don’t have to miss his presence anymore. he’s back.

once you arrive at your apartment, you stop in the front and smile at him. “it was really good to-“

you get cut off when you feel him hugging you. it takes you a second to process it before you slowly wrap your arms around him.

he lets out a barely audible “i miss you” against your shoulder as he squeezes you tighter.

you almost want to tease him for how vulnerable and cute he’s being but decide against it. just settling for an “i missed you too.” in response.

once he finally lets go (which be for real, you wanted that hug to last for eternity) he smiles and says goodbye before heading back to his place.

you go inside. the only thing on your mind is him. as always.

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x reader

part 13

summary: sitetampos feelings for you finally boil over, leading to a blow up argument.

it’s finally the day for your first practice with your new team … you throw on your new zeta jersey and some baggy jeans and make your way to their studio.

you walk in and immediately levi and sizuku are welcoming to you. you’ve become good friends, and they’re so happy to have you on their team.

you sit down on the couch next to sitei and smile at him…but he seems off. he gives you a smile but it’s definitely a fake one. you brush it off as him being worried about change … how this new dynamic will go.

but another part of you starts to overthink…does he not want you here? is it because he’s gotten sick of you? you’re too overbearing? youre-

“yo, y/n. ready up.” sizuku says, breaking you out of your trance.

“right right, my bad.” you ready up and play the match.

practice goes well, as always. but you mess up a setplay and you hear sitei mutter something under his breath. what was that? you ignore it … you know he takes this game seriously.

but it happens.

again.

and again.

you make one mistake, that doesn’t even affect the gameplay, and he’s next to you, scoffing and rolling his eyes.

your other teammates notice and tell him to chill but he just ignores them too.

maybe it’s just a bad day or something…

he continues making little comments. but only to you. not when sizuku messes up, not when levi messes up, but only you.

you start to get a little uncomfortable. you thought you were friends? what happened? why is he being so cold out of nowhere?!

once you finish up practice, sizuku and levi go home but you and sitei are both there. but he’s glued to his phone. not like he usually is, talking to you any chance he gets.

“…did something happen?” you ask a bit nervously.

“no.”

wow, very insightful.

“…are you sure?”

“are you gonna keep asking me questions?”

that makes you mad. you snap.

“what the hell is your problem?!”

he finally sets, more so slams his phone down on the table.

“i told you it’s nothing!”

“well obviously it’s something because you’ve been a bitch to me all morning!”

sitei finally lifts his eyes, voice low but sharp.

“maybe I’m tired of playing boyfriend to someone who clearly doesn’t care.”

you freeze. “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

he laughs bitterly. “you tell me. half the time you act like this is some fun little game. like none of this matters.”

“because it doesn’t!” you snap. “it’s not real! you think I forgot that? because you clearly have!”

“yeah, well, maybe you’re better at pretending than I am.”

“pretending what, sitei? that we like each other? have you forgotten that this is all a stupid publicity stunt?!

he shakes his head, tone quieter now, almost scarier because it’s calm.

“you don’t get it. you never do.”

“then explain it to me!” your voice cracks, and you hate that it does. “stop shutting me out and just say it—”

“i don’t owe you that.”

you blink. “wow. really?”

“yeah. really.”

“so what, you get to act weird all day and i just have to sit here and guess why?”

“maybe i just don’t wanna talk.”

you laugh bitterly. “classic. something’s wrong, but god forbid you actually communicate like a normal person.”

he clenches his jaw. “not everything needs to be said out loud.”

“except it does when it’s messing with the whole team dynamic! or are you too busy sulking to care?”

“you wouldn’t get it.”

“then make me get it!” you shout. “you’ve been short with me all day, avoiding eye contact, ignoring everything i say, what the hell is going on?”

he opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, finally, but then he stops. Looks away.

“forget it.”

you freeze. “no. no, you don’t get to do that. if you’ve got something to say, then say it.”

“i can’t.”

“why?” you demand. “because you’re pissed about something you won’t talk about? or because it’s about the stupid fake relationship and you’re scared if you say anything, it’ll make it worse?”

that hits. you see it in the way his shoulders tense.

“…so it is about that.”

he shakes his head, but says nothing.

“jeez,” you mutter. “you’re impossible.”

he finally snaps back, “and you’re exhausting.”

you reel back, stunned. “fine. maybe we shouldn’t be doing this anymore.”

“maybe we shouldn’t.”

you stare at each other in silence. neither of you moves.

then you turn, heart pounding, and leave.

the sound of the door clicking shut behind you feels louder than anything either of you just said.

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x reader

part 12

summary: you find out you’re moving from NAVI to another team and have to process this news with sitetampo.

“we’re having you move teams.”

“WHAT?!” you look at him dumbfounded. you’re getting moved from NAVI? where? is it gonna be a team far away? is it gonna be-

“we’re moving you to ZETA.”

ZETA? you’re moving to sitetampos team?! you don’t know if you should be excited or not. on one hand, it means more time with sitei. as well as sizuku and levi, whom you’ve become close with. but it also means .. you are leaving your friends who you’ve been with so long. achapi, ryohei, and kuru.

“the fan meeting is over, so come to room 6 when you’re ready.” the manager says and then leaves.

you look to sitei to gauge his reaction.

he’s freaking out.

not only does this mean he has to spend more time with you, but he also has to confront his feelings sooner than later. and, the fake relationship will only get more intense from here on out.

“i did not expect this.” you finally say.

“me either…”

“i wonder why they’re doing this..?”

“…only one way to find out” he says, still trying to hide the panic in his expression.

the two of you find your teammates and break the news to them. they’re all pretty upset, but seem to have a clue why. you have a similar play style to achapi and they don’t need two of the same. but zeta on the other hand, needs a player like you.

you’re still upset about having to leave your friends, but decide to just go to the meeting and see what it’s all about.

once you and sitei sit down and listen to them, it’s exactly what you suspected. they’re transferring you to ZETA for your playstyle. although there is a few comments about the fake-dating situation and this move being good for that also.

when you agree to this, albeit a bit nervously, they hand you your new jersey. it’s blue and black, the ZETA DIVISION logo on the front, and on the back, is y/n printed.

everything feels real now. you really are moving to ZETA.

once the meeting is over, you and sitei walk outside. the air is filled with a mixture of nervousness, excitement, and unspoken tension.

“are you okay with all this?” he asks as he walks side by side with you.

“…i think i am. i’m sad about leaving my teammates, but … i think this is for the best. for my career. and … for our ‘relationship’.”

that’s partially a lie. you don’t really think you’re okay. you’re freaking out. for so many reasons. but you keep that to yourself.

“yeah … that makes sense. but you’ll like ZETA. and you already know all of us well.” he tries to give you a comforting smile.

“…yeah…this is gonna complicate things but i’m sure we can do it.” you smile, just a little bit.

“definitely.”

the rest of the walk home is in silence. one of the both of you just thinking about the future. about eachother.

he drops you back at your house, something that’s become a routine of sort as of recent. once you go inside, you check twitter and see you both are trending again. the picture of him kissing your cheek at the fan meeting is going viral in the brawl stars community, and everyone is freaking out. you like and repost a couple of tweets to get the fans going more, and then close the app.

just as you lay your head on the pillow, you get a text from sitei.

you feel yourself blush at the usage of the heart, but remind yourself it’s platonic … there’s nothing else there.

you go to bed that night thinking about everything. your new team. your relationship with sitei. what this means for your career, what this means for you. these are big changes. and you can’t stop them.

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x reader

part 11

summary: fan meeting leads to an unexpected big change.

today is the day of a fan meet up. and after a phone call with your manager, you learn that he thinks you aren’t selling the relationship enough. and at this fan meet up he’s practically forcing you to do something that really shows you’re a couple.

some people on twitter have been doubting the legitimacy of the relationship, so you suppose you should amp it up a bit.

after clearing it with sitei, you head to the fan meeting. albeit a little nervously.

you arrive there and discuss the boundaries of what you’re gonna do. he thinks to himself “i have no boundaries when it comes to you” but obviously he doesn’t say that out loud.

you agree on sticking to holding hands, maybe an arm around the waist, and if it’s absolutely needed, a kiss on the cheek.

the fan meeting goes well. the two of you sticking together basically the whole time, which has a lot of the fans geeking out about your “relationship”.

everytime you take a picture, he slings a hand around your waist and you lay your head on his shoulder. it’s now a lot less uncomfortable than it was a couple months ago at the beginning of this whole scheme. it feels natural. a bit too natural for a fake couple.

you have some off time while the fans meet the other teams and he turns to you.

“you comfortable with everything?” he asks. you really like his sympathy.

“yeah, i’m all good. i mean, we’re friends so it’s not that weird.”

that gives him a weird feeling in his stomach. friends. that’s right. that’s all you are.

“yeah, yeah for sure…” he agrees, but his tone is really off.

“…you good?” you ask with a raised eyebrow.

“yeah, just tired … this fan meeting thing is exhausting.” he half lies. you don’t fully buy it but also don’t press the issue.

you glance around for a moment before turning to him with a smirk.

“i see someone taking a picture of us. kiss me.”

“what?!”

“my cheek.”

“ohh…” he sighs. he doesn’t know if it’s of relief or disappointment. “okay…”

he places his hands on your waist and kisses your cheek, trying to make it look natural. you hear a few girls gasp and squeal in excitement. seems it worked.

you feel butterflies at the action. but try to ignore that. you can’t catch feelings … you can’t.

once he pulls back you giggle. “they definitely bought that. i’m sure we’ll see that picture on twitter later”

he removes his hands from your waist and chuckles “most definitely.”

the day goes on, continuing the slight PDA and making up answers for questions about your relationship from the fans.

you’re just about to leave when one of the heads of the ZETA team walks up to you both. you assume he’s here to talk to sitei about something, but he turns to you.

“y/n. we need to have a meeting. you two and some managers.” he says.

“huh? why?” you ask, you and sitei both looking equally confused.

“we’re having you move teams.”

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x reader

part 10

summary: you go over siteis house for a movie night, which leads to him finally realizing something about his feelings.

it’s a boring day. a painfully slow one. you’re getting bored of brawlstars and groan as you lay back in your bed. just then your phone dings with a text.

you throw on a hoodie and sweatpants and start walking over to his place.

once there, you knock on his door and he lets you in. his hair is unstyled and his bangs are pinned back to each side, which you find cute.

you go in and sit down on his couch with him, keeping a small distance but not too small. your body almost craving his closeness like a drug.

“so, what are we watching?” he asks as he crosses his legs, leaning back on the couch.

“how abouttttt…horror?” you suggest.

“didn’t think you’d be the type for horror…”

“and why is that? hmm?”

“you seem like a scaredy cat”

“well i think you seem even more like a scaredy cat.”

“is that a challenge?”

“sure is.”

you put on the conjuring. and it goes well at first. your body slouching down more and more with every minute and you’re practically laying down on his couch.

sitei had made some popcorn before you came over, and you snack on it as you watch.

out of nowhere, there’s a jumpscare and you let out a squeal and grab his arm and he busts out laughing.

“it’s not funny!!” you say, not even realizing you’re gripping his arm for dear life.

“there there” he says sarcastically as he pats your head.

“s-shut up!!” you whine, your head now buried in his hoodie sleeve.

“movies almost over, calm downnn” he laughs.

you groan and finally let go of his arm, sitting back up and taking a deep breath and continuing to watch the movie.

you finish the movie finally and you relax a bit knowing you won’t get jumpscared anymore.

“can we watch something a little lighter?” you suggest, not being able to handle another horror.

“how about a romcom? that’s pretty light” he suggests, scrolling through movies with the tv remote.

“ehhh…i’m not sure about a romcom”

“why? scared you’ll wish it was us? catching feelings for your fake boyfriend already?” he smirks. that bastard.

you launch one of the throw pillows on the couch at him and he catches it.

“shut up” you mumble. reallll convincing…

he laughs and you groan and cave.“fine, i guess let’s watch a rom-com, as long as it’s not hella cheesy.” you say as you lean back in the couch.

“bet.” he puts it on.

you watch it, feeling a lot less on edge than with the horror movie, but also…watching a romance movie with someone who you definitely have developed a crush on (even if you haven’t accepted that reality yet), makes you feel a certain way.

as you watch the movie, you reach for some popcorn without looking. and he does the same time. your hands brush and you both freeze. you’re glad for the dark room so he can’t see your blushing face.

after a few seconds, he playfully pushes your hand away and grabs a handful of popcorn.

“too slow.” he smirks.

“hey!!” you scoff, grabbing a piece and throwing it at him.

you continue watching the movie, it’s now 02:00 and you’re exhausted. as hard as you try, you can’t keep your eyes open.

before sitei knows it, you’ve fallen asleep on him. your head falling to his shoulder.

he just watches you for a moment. not in a creepy way, but he just … admires you. how peaceful you look when sleeping…he finally has a chance to look at you fully, seeing every feature and freckle on your face.

he can’t decide if he should let you sleep here or wake you up … but ultimately decides to wake you up, since he never asked you if you want to spend the night, and doesn’t want you to be upset at him.

“hey…hey” he whispers, lightly shaking you.

you groan and slowly blink your eyes open at him. which he finds adorable.

“sleepyhead…get up”

“…what time is it?” you mumble, slowly sitting up off his shoulder. not even realizing you did it. you’re too tired.

“like 2…super late. i’ll drive you home.”

“are you sure? you really don’t have to, i’m fine walking-“

“i don’t want you walking alone at night.” he says, sternly but kindly.

“…okay” you smile softly at his insistence and stand up, stretching and yawning before he grabs his keys and you both head out to his car.

you’re basically asleep the whole car ride. he plays some soft j-pop at a low volume on the way to your house. taking glances at you any chance he gets.

he drops you off and walks you to your door.

“you really don’t have to do all that yknow..” you chuckle, yawning again.

“well, i’m supposed to be your fake boyfriend, aren’t i?”

you blush and smile. “well then. shouldn’t i get a kiss goodnight?”

you have NO IDEA where that confidence came from. but it makes sitei freeze. not expecting that.

“i’m just playing.” you say with a laugh at his reaction.

damnit. he almost did it too.

“y-yeah…” he forces a small laugh trying to hide his disappointment. you’re too tired to notice it anyways.

“well..goodnight sitei”

“goodnight, y/n.”

you smile and go into your house. he stands on your porch for a few seconds and then heads back to his car and goes home. you immediately fall asleep once you hit your bed, but he has trouble falling asleep. he’s come to a realization.

he caught feelings for you.

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x reader

part 9

WARNING: detailed description of a panic attack. (ive had severe anxiety since the ripe age of six lmao so i know my stuff 😛) but if this is a triggering topic for you, feel free to skip this chapter. it’s just a cute moment between the two, not needed for the story.

summary: before a tournament, sitetampo helps you through a panic attack.

your team has a tournament against RC REJECT. safe to safe you’re freaking out.

it’s the day of the tournament and you’re backstage, in one of the rooms off to the side that nobody else is in.

why?

you’re having a panic attack.

you struggle with anxiety, especially before tournaments, but for some reason it’s bad this time.

you feel your vision going blurry and you’re getting lightheaded. you lean against the wall for support as your breathing becomes heaved. you’re gasping for air at this point, covering your mouth with your hand (which definitely isn’t helping) but you don’t want your teammates to hear you.

not only your teammates, but sitetampo came to support all of you guys. he’s backstage in the main area with the three guys on your team.

you feel tears brimming at your eyes threatening to spill, still holding on to the wall for dear life.

you can’t play like this, it’s impossible. you need to calm down but you don’t know if you can.

just as you feel your vision fading, there’s a knock at the door.

“y/n?” a voice calls out. sitetampo’s.

your heart drops. “y-yeah?” you respond, trying not to sound like you’re dying right now.

“you alright in there? the match starts in 10 minutes and everyone is practicing.”

oh fuck. you’re doomed.

before you can try and come up with some excuse he speaks again.

“can i come in?”

your immediate thought is HELL NO. but the doorknob twists before you can say anything.

you feel yourself annoyed at him for asking then not even waiting for an answer but that feeling is quickly overshadowed by the embarrassment of him seeing you like this.

his eyes widen and he shuts the door behind him, and he speaks to you in a somewhat hushed tone.

“woah woah, are you alright?” he walks up to you, he wants to hug you but aren’t sure if you’re okay with that.

“i-im fine-“ you choke out, but it’s pretty clear you’re not.

“are you having a panic attack?”

the tears finally start coming out, trying to catch your breath but failing, feeling your body slip down the wall you’ve been using as your crutch.

he wastes no time and grabs you before you can hit the floor and hugs you.

if it was any other time, you’d be overjoyed and would probably be blushing like crazy. but of course it doesn’t happen like that.

you’re too weak to hug him back. you just bury your face in the crook of his neck and half sob half try and catch your breath as he holds you.

“shhh…it’s okay. you’re gonna be okay. i promise.” he whispers to you. the words sounding so intimate coming from him.

you desperately try to gasp for more air. you feel him gently rub your back and melt into his touch, but you’re still too panicked to really think about it.

he’s so tempted to kiss the top of your head. but he doesn’t. he can’t.

he just holds you there, his body slightly swaying as he tightens his grip on you. he continues to whisper soft words to you, trying everything he can to calm you down.

after a few minutes, you start breathing normally again, your vision unblurring for the most part. but you stay in his arms.

“…how do you feel?” he asks quietly.

“…like shit.” you answer truthfully “i’m sorry about this. you shouldn’t have to comfort me-“

he answers before you can finish your sentence. “don’t say that. i want to help you. i care about you.”

the words come so naturally to him he doesn’t realize the implication until it’s too late. not that either of you care right now.

“…thank you” you whisper with the last bit of your strength.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, but his arms still wrapped around you. he gently wipes the residual tears off your cheeks with his thumbs.

“i’m guessing this is about the match?” he asks.

“yeah … i’m normally anxious but never this bad…”

“it’s gonna be okay. i know it’s stressful. i know. but you’re an amazing player. you and the rest of NAVI. you’re gonna be okay.”

you nod and sniffle “thank you…”

“you’re welcome…” he gives you a soft smile and finally lets go of you. the both of you immediately missing the connection but neither saying anything.

you hear achapi through the door “you guys better not be doing anything nasty in there!”

you laugh and sitei just blushes and puts his head down a bit.

“shut up, dork” you tell achapi before opening the door and you both walk out of the room. it’s clear you’ve been crying but nobody mentions it.

the match goes on, and of course, NAVI wins. you cheer with your team on the stage then go backstage with them, sitei waiting there for you all.

“you guys did great!” he gives each member a high five, including you. when your hands touch you feel that flutter in your heart again.

as the members talk among themselves, you turn to sitei.

“mind walking home with me again?”

“of course not. though i do want to head out soon…”

“me too.”

once you both leave and start walking home in the dark, you speak up.

“thank you.” you start. “i’m sorry you had to see me like that … but i don’t know what i would’ve done if you weren’t there.”

“no need to be sorry. it’s okay. i was just worried about you.” he thinks about the hug, how it felt so good to be close to you. but he shakes away the thoughts. this isn’t about that.

“…i know that our friendship started off kinda weird … with the whole fake-dating thing…but i really do care about you.” you immediately add: “a-as a friend of course!” you giggle bashfully at the almost slip up.

he laughs. almost wishing you didn’t correct yourself. “yeah, i uh … i care about you too. a lot.”

you smile softly and continue the walk before getting to your house and saying your goodbyes.

just as you think this crazy day is over, you get on your phone and check twitter, and see this.

woah. creepy. but hey at least it’s good for the whole fake-dating thing. but it’s still bizzare to think some rando took a picture of you both…

you go to sleep thinking about the earlier events. and you miss his touch.

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x reader

part 8

summary: when you go for a practice with your friends, you face relentless teasing from all of them for taking care of sitei while he was sick. the day ends with a romantic friendly moment between just the two of you.

as of recent, both of your teams have become good friends. always practicing together. a lot of them were friends ahead of time, but have only gotten closer

which also means more time with sitei.

you’re all sitting in the common area, playing 3v3 brawlstars maps together.

sizuku from ZETA chimes in during one of the matches.

“so, y/n, i heard you took care of sitei while he was sick?”

you nearly drop your phone.

“…how’d you know that?” you ask

“oh, he told me.”

he told him?? he TALKS about you?? to his best friend?? oh my god.

levi chimes in “i wish i had a fake girlfriend that nice.”

“it wasn’t because of the fake dating thing, i just-“

oh.

the room goes silent.

“you just what?” achapi says with a devious smirk. you freeze. that was not supposed to slip out.

your brain scrambles for an excuse, but it’s too late. achapi is already leaning in, grinning like he just won a championship.

“you just what?” he repeats, his smirk widening.

“i just…” you clear your throat, trying to sound nonchalant. “i just felt bad for him, that’s all. he looked miserable.”

sizuku hums knowingly. “suuure. and that’s why you bought him tea and medicine and stayed to keep him company? out of pity?”

you wonder just how much sitei told them about your little visit … he seems to know all the details.

sitei, who had been oddly quiet, finally speaks up. “she was just being nice.” he says, voice softer than usual.

that does not help. if anything, it only makes things worse.

“ohhh, defending her now?” levi teases. “this is adorable.”

your face is burning. “shut up.”

ryohei snickers. “i don’t know, man. if it were me, i’d start thinking maybe it’s not so fake after all.”

everyone, besides you and sitei, starts laughing.

you make the mistake of glancing at sitei. he’s staring at his phone, avoiding eye contact, but his ears are bright red.

“bro, i literally just live the closest to him. there’s no subliminal reason.”

you hope that clears the air.

before anyone else can tease you two, kuru giggles “alright guys, leave them alone. they’re gonna realize their feelings soon enough.”

you almost retort with something sassy, denying his claim, but you just give up. simply rolling your eyes and continuing with your game.

once it gets late, everyone goes home. you sigh of relief before realizing one person stayed behind.

sitei.

“alright, i’m gonna head out” you say, throwing on your backpack.

“can i walk with you? we live in the same direction” he says shyly.

you have to stop yourself from smiling brightly.

“yeah, that sounds good. let’s go.”

the sun is setting during the walk home. it would be romantic. if it wasn’t fake dating.

theres a comfortable silence during the walk. your body subconsciously shifting closer to him, which you don’t even notice.

and just to your luck, it starts raining. of course it does.

“of course” he mumbles with a slight chuckle, saying exactly what you were thinking.

“you know … we could use this to our advantage” you smirk

he looks at you skeptically “what do you mean?”

“we could take some pictures and post them. make it something romantic for twitter, like a scene in a movie or something corny like that” you smile

“…actually … good idea. but no faces though. you know how i feel about se-“

“yes yes, everyone knows you hate selfies. come on.”

you take a few pictures and post them on twitter.

soon after, you make it to your house.

“are you sure you’re fine walking back down to your house in the rain? i mean .. you could stay”

you mentally freak out when you offer that, but he saves you with his response.

“i’m good. i’m only a few minutes away.”

you mentally sigh of relief. you’d be a wreck if you had him stay at your apartment for the night.

“well then … thanks for walking home with me..” you brush your wet hair out of your face.

“no problem.” he smiles a little “i’ll see you soon, okay?”

you nod and smile “yeah, see you soon”

you walk into your house and change out of your soaking wet clothes before flopping onto your bed. the only think in your mind as you go to bed is sitei.

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x reader

part 7

summary: you go over siteis house to take care of him while he’s sick

it’s been a few weeks since that post.

you both have been hanging out, but mainly with your friends. not yet just yourselves..

you’ve gotten to know each other better, and actually mesh really well. to the point of becoming genuine friends.

one thing about sitei, is he’s got the weakest immune system ever. especially in the winter, hes always sick.

today is one of those days.

you’re at your desk playing brawlstars on your ipad when you get a text from him.

you walk down to your local convenience store and pick him up some soup, barley tea (since he mentioned he starting drinking that) and some medicine.

his apartment isn’t far from the store, so you walk over and knock on his door.

“come in” he says, and you can hear the congestion in his voice. you walk into his apartment and briefly glance around since you’ve never been there before, then you make it to his bedroom.

he’s laying in bed, a box of tissues beside him. he doesn’t look great, health wise, but also looks surprisingly cute while sick. his flushed cheeks and tired expression…

you snap yourself out of your thoughts and walk in and set the stuff you bought down on his bedside table.

“my wallet is over there, i can pay you ba-“

you cut him off before he can finish. “no need, it was only ¥1480.”

“if you’re sure…”

you sigh and place a hand on his forehead, a sort of motherly instinct kicking in.

his eyes widen slightly at the touch, but he definitely doesn’t mind it…

“damn, you’re burning up.”

“yeah yeah, i know …” he mumbles, sniffling a bit.

you remove your hand and grab the stuff you bought.

“you don’t mind if i make you the soup, do you…? you don’t seem in any state to get up”

“go ahead, i don’t mind. just don’t trash my kitchen, please”

“i’ll try” you smirk and make your way to his kitchen, searching through a couple cabinets before finding his pots.

you make the soup and bring it back to him, making him sit up even though he complains about it, and place the bowl in his lap.

“i also got you some tea”

“you didn’t have to do all this for me…”

“of course i do, you’re my fake boyfriend after all.” you smirk.

he rolls his eyes and ignores the thoughts in his head, sort of wishing the word “fake” wasn’t in that sentence.

“so…i can head out now. let you get some rest” you start to leave before he weakly grabs your wrist. you turn around and look at him.

“i’m bored out my mind. just stay .. for a bit?”

who are you to deny those puppy eyes?

“fine … just for a bit.”

you roll over his gaming chair and sit beside his bed, careful to keep your distance so you don’t also get sick.

the conversation you both have flows well, you’ve gotten much more comfortable with eachother over these past couple weeks.

you look at the clock and see it’s 1900.

“it’s getting dark soon … i need to head home”

“that’s okay, thanks for keeping me company” he says with a small smile, as much as he can muster up in his weak sick state.

you nod. “yeah, anytime…”

“text me when you get home, okay?”

the fact he’s worrying about you makes your heart flutter. you give him a smile. “yeah, will do.”

once you make it back, you send him a quick text to tell him you made it okay and he thanks you again for coming over.

even though you won’t admit it, you liked being with him. even if it put you at risk of his cold, you always enjoy his company.

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x reader

part 6

summary: you see sitetampo again to take a selfie to continue to egg on the fans about your new fake relationship.

todays the day you finally see sitetampo, you’re a nervous wreck. ami tries to calm down but to no avail.

you’re on the phone with ami, pacing in your bedroom.

“ami, i don’t get it! i don’t get why i’m nervous?!”

“because you have a crush on him, duh…”

“NO I DONT- ahem … no i don’t.”

“yeah…okay girl. tell yourself that.”

“i hope you know i hate you”

“yeah, love you too. go get ready to impress your new quote unquote boyfriend.”

“i’m not trying to impress him. i don’t care what he thinks about me. he’s just my friend.”

“yeah … ok. go get ready. bye.”

she hangs up the phone and you sigh.

you get in your car and make your way to the brawlstars studio you’ll be recording at. you have no idea what it’s for, and really don’t feel like going, but it’s whatever…

you get there and sit on the couch, playing brawlstars on your phone as f/b (favorite brawler) to distract yourself.

after 10 or so minutes, you feel the couch sink down slightly next to you.

you turn and see sitetampo. he’s sitting next to you, yet keeping a comfortable distance. the two of you aren’t that close yet…

“hey” he says, quietly as usual.

“hey.” you exit the match and set your phone down on the coffee table infront of you to give him your attention, not wanting to be rude. “do you have any idea why we’re here?”

“ah, they wanted to do something practice matches with ZETA and NAVI. get fans excited for upcoming matches or something” he says with a slight shrug.

“ahh, gotcha….sooo…do we try and take a selfie now? freak out some more of your fangirls?” you say with a slight teasing smirk.

“i guess … am i allowed to put an emoji over my face?”

“nooo, that will make it look fake”

“…fine”

you grab your phone and open the front camera and you feel him subconsciously move a bit closer to you. your stomach does flips again.

you don’t wanna get too close. you like to keep your distance. but you lean your head in slightly.

you take a few pictures and you both look down at your phone to review them.

“if we’re gonna sell this, you need to look at least a little less like you hate me.” you say teasingly, although the face he’s making definitely doesn’t look like he’s with his girlfriend.

“i don’t hate you.”

“then why do you look so awkward in every single selfie?”

“i. hate. selfies.”

“ughh, just smile. a little bit.”

you remember the small detail you noticed about him, that he always covers his mouth when he smiles and laughs. he obviously won’t agree to tha-

“okay, fine”

oh…he agrees, huh?

“alright .. let’s give this one more try”

you pull out your phone and get ready to take the selfie. the pose he does shocks you. he leans his chin on your shoulder. just slightly so, but you feel your cheeks heat up and try to keep a normal face for the selfie.

once you take it, he pulls back from you again. when you look at the selfie, you both agree that that’s the one.

“alright … do you want to post this or me?” you ask, trying to ignore the slight waver in your voice.

“you post it and i’ll repost.”

“okay….”

you choose a cute but not obvious caption and hit post and immediately refresh your page to see what people are saying.

as usual, a bunch of people freaking out. you giggle as you read them.

“my god, people actually think this this is real”

he shakes his head and lets out a slight chuckle “people are gullible.”

then, finally the rest of NAVI and ZETA walk in, as well as managers, to record this video.

the whole time, all you can think about is that stupid flutter in your chest everytime you remember him getting close to you. when will this feeling go away…?

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x reader

part 5

summary: discussing more fake-dating strategy with sitei and your teammates ask you about your dating scandal.

safe to say the matching profile pictures went well. people are speculating a lot and you’re already trending on twitter.

some of his fangirls and your fanboys are mad, but that’s to be expected. they’ll get over it.

you send him a text as you’re getting ready to head to practice with your team.

you find yourself already getting anxious at having to see him again but try to ignore the feeling. you tell yourself it’s stupid.

you head to practice with your teammates. once you get there, they can immediately tell there’s something on your mind.

achapi is the first one to speak up

“soooo…new boyfriend, huh?” he smirks

“no no no, hell no. it’s fake”

“what?” ryohei chimes in

“it’s a publicity thing. alexander asked me to do it”

“of course he did..” kuru mumbles

“yeah, he said it’d be good for our image.”

“but .. you do like him right?” achapi smirks again.

“…as a friend.”

“sure.”

“i mean it!”

“yeah yeah, i totally believe you”

“you’re the worst. shut up and get on brawlstars.”

after a couple hours of practice, you sit on the couch and scroll through twitter to continue reading what people are saying. you can’t lie, the whole fake-dating thing makes you nervous. but it can’t go wrong … can it?

you’re worried for when you see him in real life in a couple days. you’re getting more comfortable with him, starting to see him as a friend and not just some famous brawlstars dude. but you still have a feeling, a small one, that maybe there’s something underlying in your mind about this…

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x reader

part 4

summary: you meet up with sitetampo to discuss the idea of fake dating.

it’s been about a week, a pretty boring one at that. mainly training for upcoming tournaments and just chilling at your apartment.

you’ve been thinking a lot about the whole “fake dating PR stunt”. you think you’d be okay with it but are still not sure about sitei.

you text him and ask if you two can meet for coffee and discuss it. and he agrees.

you anxiously wait at the small cafe. why are you anxious? it’s just a simple conversation…nothing to be worried about.

he walks in and searches for you, when he sees you he sits down. you already ordered a coffee for him and yourself.

“thanks” he says quietly, his hoodie over his head and his bangs slightly covering his eye.

the air is slightly awkward…you both know what you’re here to talk about. and it’s not the easiest conversation…

“so umm…” you start, fidgeting in your seat as you sip your coffee nervously. “about the fake dating thing…”

he laughs a bit. thats a relief, at least he’s not super uncomfortable. “i think it’s silly.”

you agree. “it’s definitely silly.” you giggle a bit. feeling some of the tension leave your body. “so, not up for it?” you ask him.

“no…i think i uh … i may be up for it.” he says somewhat embarrassedly

“really?”

“yeah … it’d be good for publicity and stuff i think”

“i agree. so … we should do it, yeah?”

“yeah. but we have to make it believable. start off slow.”

you nod your head “for sure…so, what should we do?”

the two of you discuss how to go about it, but ultimately decide to soft launch with some matching pictures on twitter.

you go back home to your apartment and flop on your bed and stare up at your ceiling.

oh god. how is this going to go.

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x reader part 3

summary: you talk to sitetampo about the post, which leads to an interesting proposition from your media manager.

right after you see the post you decide to send sitei a text. hoping he’s not … too mad about it.

well, that definitely went better than expected. at least he’s cool with it. which you’re surprised about, since he’s pretty lowkey on social media.

you go about your day as normal, playing a bunch of brawlstars and hanging out with your friend, ami.

you’re on the train back to your apartment when you get a message from Alexander Kharchenko, the head of media for your team, NAVI.

what. the. fuck. he wants to you pretend you’re dating this guy you just met and maybe sorta have a crush on?!

no way sitei is gonna go for this. i mean, the guy is so shy and kept to himself. he’s gonna think this is bullshit. you don’t even wanna ask him. but you know alexander will get on your ass so … i guess you have to try.

you feel so conflicted about what’s going on. is it worth it? it’d definitely be good for both of you … but it’d be sort of uncomfortable, you barely know eachother.

but a less moral part of you kinda wants it to happen … since you think he’s cute and quite endearing … what do you choose to do?

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x fem!reader part 2!

see part 1!

summary: after meeting sitetampo, you both run into eachother at a party.

text below the cut!

a couple days after the tournament, you can’t get him off your mind. there’s a party held by some of the higherups of the esports managers and you both end up there.

sitetampo arrives at the party looking more awkward than usual, not used to and not really liking having to attend parties and socialize among the other professional gamers & managers. as he stands there, he takes a minute to look around.

he sees you standing by the bar, laughing with achapi and another manager. his eyes linger on you a bit longer than they should’ve.

he’s normally shy, but he actually finds himself … nervous, seeing you there.

he takes a deep breath and preps himself before making his way over to you.

little does he know, you’re actually talking to achapi about him. how you don’t understand he’s so attractive, and nice, and charming. but you make it very clear you DONT have a crush on him. most definitely not…

when you see him start to walk up, achapi smirks and slyly makes his way out so that the two of you can talk. that bastard.

“hey…how’s it going?” he asks somewhat awkwardly, but it’s endearing. his bangs covering his eyes slightly, making it better for him so he doesn’t have to make full eye contact with you.

“it’s going good!” you smile, the bit of alcohol in your system making you more outgoing than normal. “i’m surprised to see you here, honestly.”

“yeah, i’m surprised too.” he laughs a bit “parties aren’t really my thing … but sizuku basically forced me into it.”

he left out the little detail that it was because sizuku knows he has a very small crush on you…

“yeah, sounds like sizuku for sure..” you giggle.

god, he finds that cute laugh way too attractive for his own good.

“yeah, he’s definitely got a way with words…” he mumbles.

“say, want a drink? or is that not really your thing either?”

drinking definitely isn’t normally his thing. but it’d probably help the nervousness coursing through his body right now.

“ahh, screw it. i’ll get a drink.” he chuckles and asks the bartender to get him a drink.

one drink turns into two, which turns into three, and so on.

which inevitably ends in you posting on instagram, which you’d probably regret in the morning, when you look at it with your raging hangover headache.

you and site talk a lot that night. about your lives, friends, relationships, games, all of it. you get to know each other pretty well.

not only is he cute, but he’s a sweet guy with a good sense of humor and humble personality. you’ve seen more of his teasing side. which you weren’t sure if it was just because of the alcohol or not, but only time can tell.

the next day, you wake up at 13:00, dehydrated as hell and the immediate need to throw up. you groan as you roll over in bed and grab your phone, checking your social media to see what’s going on today when you notice the post you made last night. not just that, but all the comments.

some people think you’re DATING?! this is bad. was the picture too much? or is it just the internet…being the internet? god, you cannot trust your drunk self. you’re freaking out a bit.

is site gonna think you’re a freak now? no, it’s not your fault .. he shouldn’t think that. but you never know.

[xoviennaxo]

sitetampo x fem!reader

a/n: hiii! i’ve been writing fanfic since elementary school but decided to put it on tumblr :3 this is an x reader with some smau in there :) i’ve never posted on tumblr, so i’m not sure how the message system works here, but if you have suggestions for the fic, please do let me know!!

summary: you’re a professional brawlstars player, playing for the team natus vincere. during the semi-finals, you finally meet one of the most famous players in the brawlstars community.

text under the cut!

you’ve been playing brawlstars since release date. you applied to join a professional esports team, and made it into natus vincere! as a female player, you get a let of attention. some negative, some positive, but you try not to let it get to you.

it’s the day of the semi finals. anxiety forming as a knot in your stomach, you try to push through it the best you can. your teammate, achapi, helping you through it.

as you walk onto the stage, you wave at the cameras and high five some of the members in the audience that sit close enough to touch you during your walk. stepping up to your stand, you look around.

you have an ipad, a headset, thumb covers and a bottle of water. you try your best not to get sick as you feel the anxiousness of the tournament starting to get to you. you look at kuru nervously but he gives you a gentle smile.

you force yourself look up from your stand and see who you’re up against, zeta division. it has one of your ex members and current friend, sizuku. another man named levi, who you haven’t spoken much too, and the infamous sitetampo.

you’ve heard of him. you know all the girls love him. you don’t get the hype. at least, that’s what you tell yourself.

you feel yourself get even more nervous. but not because you’re scared of losing and letting your teammates and fans down, no, that’s not why.

looking at site. how his hair is somehow more perfect than yours, his effortless coolness with the way he wears his jersey baggier than most, and … everything.

you quickly look back down at your ipad. occupying yourself with choosing your brawler. trying to ignore the random surge of butterflies from when he made eye contact with you moments before.

your thoughts are abruptly cut off when you hear the commentator talking over the speaker, saying the match is about to start. you put on your thumb grips and zone out to everything and everyone around you. including the boy across from you now plaguing your mind.

as the match goes on, you play really well. almost better than normal. carrying your teammates and somehow, all of you together, manage to beat zeta 3-2.

after going through all the congratulations from everyone, you find yourself backstage. you scroll on twitter mindlessly when all of a sudden, someone walks in.

you expect one of your teammates, but to your avail, it’s sitetampo.

“oh, hey!” you say, shutting your phone off and setting it down to be polite.

“hi” he says quietly. you heard he was shy, seems it’s true. “you played well.” he compliments.

“thanks, you did as well! i mean, you always do- i’m not sure how i even managed to beat you- i mean- not that i-“ you cut yourself off. realizing you’re rambling.

he chuckles softly. damnit. that shouldn’t have been so attractive.

“it’s alright, i get what you’re saying. i’m surprised too, in all honesty. i thought we had this game in the bag.” he says as he subconsciously runs his fingers through his hair.

you nod. “yeah…me too…”

a silence falls over the two of you, not an uncomfortable one per se, but one where neither of you know what to say.

“so uh … can i have your number?” what? did that just come out your mouth? oh my god, he’s gonna think you’re a creep! why the hell did you ask that?! are you sick in the head? it’s so over for you!! you’re-

“yeah, sure.”

…did he just agree?

“really?”

“yeah. why not.” he shrugs nonchalantly.

well damn. that was easy.

the two of you exchange phone numbers, and he gets called off by levi so you say your goodbyes.

once you’re back in your hotel room, you decide to send him a text.