Privatebutnotsecret Stories

"Would you do it again?" "Miss me already, huh?" "Answer the question, B." "... Yeah I would. I had a really good time." - Brodie Rhodes is popular. Just about every student at her school knows who she is, just about every person in her state who's on TikTok knows who she is. Millions on TikTok and Instagram know, follow, and admire her. Famous for her undeniable gymnastics talent and show stopping beauty, Brodie has plenty of romantic admirers. Yet, not a single one is or has been genuine. So despite her unbreakable confidence and self-love, there's an abundance of doubt in her ability to have a true love life. Damien McCallister is nearly just as popular. Much like Brodie, just about every student at his school knows who he is, and just about every person in his state who's on TikTok knows who he is. Hundreds of thousands on TikTok and Instagram know follow and admire him, his fame rooting from his evident good looks with an added hint of baseball ability. He has plenty of romantic admirers, all of which he ignored while he was with his girlfriend. They broke up 4 months ago. They've known each other since 2nd grade, when they were in the same class for the first time. For years they've had a flirty friendship, going back and forth throwing flirty comments at each other for years, yet nothing ever developed from it. It was always more of a running joke between the two lookers. Was. Now it's their senior year and they're back in the same class right next to each other. When those flirtatious comments are no longer a joke, how will they navigate their newfound fascination with their constantly increasing fame?

a wordless love song, written at 3:02 a.m., where silence becomes a bridge, and loneliness learns the shape of someone else. Joss lives a life made of structure-measured days, symmetrical hours, the soft hum of predictability that fills the air between meetings and microwave dinners. He doesn't speak much. He doesn't need to. His world fits neatly into cells on a spreadsheet, and most of the time, that's enough. Gawin, a few floors under, lives differently. He draws book covers for stories no one remembers. Brews tea in chipped porcelain cups. Records podcasts about things that pass too quickly to hold-like the sound of shoes on wet pavement, or the hush in a room when someone leaves just before they speak. They've never met. Don't know each other's names. But every Monday, at precisely 3:02 a.m., something small and quiet moves between them-a playlist, left like a trail of breadcrumbs in the dark. One sends. One receives. One lingers in sound. One folds into silence. No conversations. No promises. Just music that feels like a memory you can't place, and stories that feel like someone waiting with the light on. And over time-through nameless songs, forgotten alleyways, and the curve of a moss green jacket with cuffs the color of rust-their worlds begin to soften at the edges, touch in places neither of them meant to leave open. It's not sudden. It's not loud. But it's real. And sometimes, love arrives like that. Quietly. Without knocking. Without a name. Just... there. ⸻ Originally posted this story on AO3, as I usually use Wattpad for Vietnamese works. But after seeing some folks on X mentioning that there aren't many JossGawin fics in English on Wattpad, I thought-why not share mine here too? So there you go, enjoy!

Behind the Lens, It's You A love story not made for the spotlight, yet never hidden. ⸻ Some people step into our lives as softly as a blurred frame- No grand entrances. No loud declarations. Just a glance, a silent smile, a song floating past... And suddenly, the world tilts. "Behind the Lens, It's You" is the story of two opposites: A radiant soul made for the stage, and a quiet spirit who only ever wanted to stay behind the camera, collecting the fleeting moments no one else noticed. They come together not with fire, but like rain seeping into dry soil - slowly, gently, inevitably. Shared silences. Tentative messages. Afternoons spent sorting vinyl records, Evenings moving furniture with only the soft hum of a city falling asleep. This isn't a love story that burns bright. It's a song whispered when the city has gone quiet. Slow. But deep. Soft. But real. Because behind all the screens, the music videos, the blinding stage lights- The one Joss always saw most clearly, was the boy just beyond the frame. ⸻ Originally posted this story on AO3, as I usually use Wattpad for Vietnamese works. But after seeing some folks on X mentioning that there aren't many JossGawin fics in English on Wattpad, I thought-why not share mine here too? So there you go, enjoy!

"I'm a cat, not a matchmaker. But I sit between them, every day, until they figure it out on their own." - Somewhere by a quiet coast where the sun is soft and the sea isn't in a rush, there's a small wooden cottage under the shade of coconut trees. There's a cat named Princess - chubby, moody, and surprisingly good at making people slow down. There are two men who live beside each other - neither making the first move, neither willing to leave. And so, through lazy mornings and silent afternoons, something unnamed begins to stitch their lives together. A soft little tale of healing, companionship, and the cat who saw it all. ⸻ Originally posted this story on AO3, as I usually use Wattpad for Vietnamese works. But after seeing some folks on X mentioning that there aren't many JossGawin fics in English on Wattpad, I thought-why not share mine here too? So there you go, enjoy!

They fell in love over a waltz. Married because of a promise. And realized-they had chosen the right person, at the right time. ⸻ In a world where moonlight melts into the air, and drunken promises can become destiny, two kingdoms are bound by a marriage pact no one paused to question: Did the one being given away ever say yes? A "princess" who was never really a princess. A prince who refused to choose a spouse from a portrait. And a masquerade ball where everyone hid their faces-until one brief waltz sowed something unnamed into their hearts. They met beneath the moon, strangers. Married beneath palace lights, unaware. ⸻ This is a story of a ring that slipped off. A glance that lingered. And a husband trying to win back his spouse-only to realize he had fallen long ago. ⸻ Originally posted this story on AO3, as I usually use Wattpad for Vietnamese works. But after seeing some folks on X mentioning that there aren't many JossGawin fics in English on Wattpad, I thought-why not share mine here too? So there you go, enjoy!

Alternate Title: My Mortal Enemy Turned Out to Be the Ex I Blocked In a monarchy where blindbox-style royal marriages are totally a thing (yes, really), Captain Gawin Caskey - ice-cold, painfully principled, and unfortunately gorgeous - gets hit with the worst match of his life: Captain Joss Way-ar Sangngern. His smug rival from the Royal Marines. The guy who always wins. The guy who always teases. Gawin is ready to explode. His squad? Shocked. The King? Delighted. "You two are perfect together," he says. And the worst part? This chaotic arranged marriage starts to dig up memories Gawin thought he'd buried: a nickname whispered through a headset, a strange dish only one person ever made, and a past relationship he never got to finish. Turns out this blindbox? Surprise! It's his ex. ⸻ This fic was born out of a chaotic brainwave back in March. It's still very much ongoing (read: barely written), but if I don't post it now, it'll probably gather dust forever 🥹 All military settings and structures in this fic are 100% made-up. I did try to read up on stuff, but let's be honest: I once skipped a military training class to go to Da Lat and almost failed the semester. So take everything here with a grain of salt. Or a grenade. ⸻ Originally posted this story on AO3, as I usually use Wattpad for Vietnamese works. But after seeing some folks on X mentioning that there aren't many JossGawin fics in English on Wattpad, I thought-why not share mine here too? So there you go, enjoy!