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#your call or whoevers call! lmao
r0semultiverse · 1 month
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HELEN DISTORTION, IS THAT YOU?!?! 🥺
THATS HELEN’S VOICE OMG 😻 DISTORTION IS BACK!!! 😳
Wait- huh?? Needles? Maybe not her then.
“He’s been quite stabbed.” 😂
“An act of affection.” “Let’s call it a cuddle!”
OOOH THE FEAR OF THE SKIN HOLE TEXTURE THING!! Or having things poking into you or both?? New entity & avatar?
Or maybe the distortion has evolved & changed over time?
“I know exactly where I am.” “The land is definitely marked now same as me.”
Okay this definitely has to do with the hole skin fear thing that cropped up recently or fear of being punctured or both. ​Trypanophobia or trypophobia!
Ooooh this is an interesting new creature/avatar/entity!! I like this scary spooky guy! 👀
Hello Celia! 👋 (I feel like Celia or Sam are not gonna be long for this world)
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particlexxdealer · 2 months
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When you're the world's smallest hero, the best thing you can do...
is THINK BIG.
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assassinhomecreedstuck · 10 months
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omg laswell has a wife.... good for her, hope she stops smoking
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shatteredfears-arch · 2 years
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i gained sudden muse bc i saw cj/dani reply to cassie
and what do i do the second i go on lappy
browse carrd templates
#out.#...... i'm not saying i don't like mine anymore#bc i love it i got two in the deal i can link whoever to the page you can buy the template from#bc even tho i pay for carrd premium i am too stupid to figure out how to do shit myself entirely#except the making each think link to larger bios i did that myself that did not come with the template#the template was just the mini bios i made the large bios myself#where you click on the mini bios name and it leads you to the large i mean#i did that#btu i am not intelligent or brilliant like cj or ty or literally all yall magicians w your work#i bought my psd bc i knew i couldnt make one pretty enough for ppl to wanna interact w me#bc all mine didn't color block or anything#and honestly the one i use from i believe kuro is so frickan gORGEOUS like wtf they're a genius i wish i could donate a livers worth of#money to them they deserve everything bc how tf do you that brilliant how#my area of work is edits colors are so unbelievably hard on me lmao#my vision my first ever eye doctor test was 20/25#and by the second i needed#i dont know what they're called i think it was like 145 something in the numbers but my mom had to#figure out what that meant bc sams clubs number system is fucking weird#my lenses aren't like thick thick but they arent thin and my visions just gotten worse#i rly need to do the eye doctor thing before my insurance runs out in december lol#maybe wednesday idk#i cant even see what im writing here rn and for once its nothing to do w dyslexia it is entirely my vision sucking#since i cracked my head open two years ago i can't see v well at all#ironically it was also cracking my head open that made my ex //friends// call me selfish and attention seeking like#im so sorry i almost died for attention somehow by non chalantly mentioning it a week later lol#ppl are weird idk man#i cant see#that was my point#thats probably why i like to lean into cass obvious vision issues bc SAME GIRL SAME#only i'm not entirely blind in my oen eye yet but
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So that interview with Tony Butler from 2019 that I watched/listened to yesterday was AMAZING and he is truly a great storyteller and I could probably listen to him read the phone book without getting bored, but y'all cannot know the RELIEF I felt to hear/learn that Tony didn't try any harder to join the Pretenders. LOL And that's not just because of my affection toward Big Country as a band (although that is a significant part of it) - it's also because I completely understood and agreed with him that the Pretenders became like Chrissie's backing band (although I think the consistency of Martin Chambers is also incredibly important as far as the success of the band goes, so it's not just about Chrissie even if that's the image that has been pushed regarding the Pretenders) and basically her solo project in one, and that the Pretenders' music that was released was largely recorded by session musicians (thus reinforcing the idea that the Pretenders was Chrissie's solo project), affecting the other musicians' ability to thoughtfully collaborate on the 'band's music. So yeah, when I heard him say that he didn't really want to join The Pretenders because he felt like he wouldn't have had as great a role in creating the music as he did/would with Big Country, I was like, 'OH THANK GOD, BECAUSE YEAH, that's exactly what would've happened.'
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ghostfacd · 4 months
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THIN LINE
based on this thought
pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader
genre: fluff, a bit of angst, descriptions of killing, they’re like in love ig, ooc!snow (he’s still crazy LMAO), SPOILERS for the ballad of the songbirds & snakes, Snow and reader being disgustingly touchy 💀
summary: in which there is a thin line in between yours and coriolanus’ friendship and something more, leading to a sudden shift in your dynamic
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“Coryo! I passed! Coryo!” You shriek in excitement as Casca Highbottom passes one of your papers back. It had taken quite your strength when you were given the task to make new proposals and implements for the new Hunger Games, crying to your best friend Coriolanus about how you’ll never get it done on time.
“Oh yeah?” He asks, looking over at your paper. There was a bright red A+ along with the sloppy cursive writing of Good Job Miss. L/N!
“Good job,” Coriolanus says, snaking his arms over to pull you back into his chest, placing a sloppy but soft kiss on your cheek. “Knew you had it in you.”
The scene makes Arachne Crane let out a moan of disgust, rolling her eyes as she turned to another corner.
“What’s wrong Arachne?” One of her friends asked, and she only points to the two of you, who were too engrossed in each other to notice.
“Snow and L/N, are we even surprised?” Livia let out a huff of irritation.
When Casca Highbottom announced that you all will be meeting in the largest room of the Academy, you thought it was to finally announce the winner of the Plinth prize. The only rightful ones were you and Coriolanus, anyway. And maybe Sejanus, the boy whom you’ve gotten soft for these past few days.
You and Coriolanus entered arm in arm, avoxes had wove through the crowd of students with trays of posca, a concoction of watery wine laced with herbs and honey.
Coriolanus quickly grabbed two goblets, handing one to you and then chugging it quickly down his throat. For a minute, it burned.
“Oh there you two are,” Arachne waves you over, her face gloomy. “Obviously, no amount of bribing would make Sejanus tell me who won the prize. Not like it matters, we all know I deserve it most.”
There was an eye roll from Felix Ravinstill. “Sure Arachne, and I’m the richest man on the planet.”
That earned him a scowl from the girl, who then turned her attention to Sejanus. “He can have as much money as he wants, but he’ll always be district, you know.”
A few of your classmates laugh, nodding in bitter agreement as they watched Sejanus conversing with one of the professors.
“Right.” Coriolanus mumbles, surprising you. He hadn’t ever agreed with Arachne before—calling her a psychopath even—so why was he now?
“Oh please,” the girl snaps back. “You and Y/N are friends with him.”
“We tolerate him,” Coriolanus says, his hand that was holding yours became tighter. “He’s district.”
When Sejanus comes, the murmur of your classmates grows silent, and from the looks of it, he could already tell they weren’t saying much good about him.
“It’s time to assign the tributes.” Is all he says, motioning to Dean Highbottom.
“As you all know, the Plinth prize and money would usually go to the student with the highest mark,” Highbottom begins, clearing his throat. “But this year, we’d like to do something different.”
You can tell Coriolanus has stiffened in his seat. Even though you want to hold his hand and caress it, you know you can’t, so you keep your desire inside.
“Whoever is the best mentor among all of you will be able to win the Plinth prize.”
“Oh that is not fair!” Livia complains. “What if I get some poor weak district girl and she dies 2 minutes in the games?”
“It’s not just about your tribute winning,” Highbottom says, “you will be assessed.”
You and Coriolanus sit through the announcement of which mentor gets which tribute. You had gotten Coral, a girl from District 4 while Coriolanus had gotten the girl from 12. Lucy Gray Baird, apparently.
“Hey, you okay?” You say as you two stepped out from the Academy. “Look at me Coryo.”
He looks up from the ground, his eyebrows furrowed and his face upset.
“He hates me.” He says, referring to Dean Highbottom. “Always has, always will. Gave me the worst district of them all.”
“Hey,” you say, cradling his face as your eyes quickly scanned his. “Don’t say that. We saw Lucy Gray on stage, she can sing and she sure as hell can put on a charismatic personality for the crowd. You’ll be okay, Coryo.”
“I don’t know,”
This was the first time you saw Coriolanus so upset, so lost in his thought. Without a second thought, you pulled his head towards you, giving him a long kiss on his jawline.
“Sleepover tonight?” You ask as you pull away.
“Sure, I just have to tell Tigris first.”
That night, you and Coriolanus talk about your futures under your warm white covers, limbs tangling one another.
“Do you ever want kids, Coryo?” You ask, saying anything that came to your mind.
“Maybe.” He replies. “Only if I find a girl as worthy as you.”
His words make you smile, pulling him closer to your body. “As worthy as me?”
“Mhm. Or else I’d marry out of convenience. For profit. To ensure no one takes advantage of me.”
You shake your head, placing a small kiss on his forehead. “I hope that never happens, Coryo.”
“I hope it never does either.”
You turn over to turn off your nightlight, snuggling yourself under the covers as Coriolanus throws an arm around your frame.
“Goodnight Coryo.”
“Goodnight Y/N.”
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After Coriolanus’ little involvement in the tribute cage, Highbottom, to say the least, was unimpressed. He claimed Coriolanus was breaking many of the Academy rules, including endangering an Academy student. However, he agreed to let the mentors visit their tributes and offer them water or food.
You were talking to Coral, handling her a glass bottle filled with water. If you couldn’t get her out of here, the least you could do is hydrate and feed her.
You turn to look at Arachne, who was busy swinging water in front of her tribute. Her tribute almost looked pitiful as the bottle always seemed to swing out of her reach.
Coriolanus was talking to Lucy Gray, a little too close for your liking, but you knew it was just to discuss strategies.
“You think you’re gonna make it in the arena?” You ask Coral, who only glared at you, taking small sips of water at a time.
“Hey.” Coriolanus suddenly comes up from behind you, once again wrapping his arms around your shoulders before bringing your face in for a long kiss on the cheek.
“Hi,” you giggle, continuing to hold on him as you turned your entire body to face him.
Coral let out a scowl of disgust, eyeing you and Coriolanus up and down.
“Coral, meet my friend, Coriolanus Snow. He’s Lucy Gray’s mentor.” You say, pointing at the girl who was currently talking to another tribute; Jessup, you think his name is.
Coral doesn’t respond, only continuing to snarl at the two of you.
“They’re like wild animals,” Coriolanus whispers in your ear.
“Hey pretty boy,” she finally speaks, smirking from ear to ear. “You were on the truck earlier.”
“I was,” he replied curtly.
“Maybe I can’t kill you—but I’ll definitely kill your tribute.”
Before you could hold Coriolanus back from jumping at Coral, you all hear a scream.
Arachne’s tribute had somehow managed to grab the bottle of water, smashing it against the metal cage and stabbing Arachne directly in the throat with it.
“Oh my god!” You scream, running over to the girl. Although you and Coriolanus disliked her, she was still your classmate, and someone who you spoke to on a regular basis.
“You two, off.” The peacekeepers say, grabbing ahold of you and Coriolanus; dragging you away from the scene.
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The walk to Coriolanus’s home was quiet, aside from occasional twig snapping and leaves falling.
“I’m scared,” you finally say, staring up at Coriolanus. His icy blue eyes bore into yours before they softened.
“I know,” he says, cupping your head in his hands. “I know you’re scared, that should’ve never happened.”
“But it did,” you say, placing your hands into Coriolanus’s coat to keep them warm. “What if it happens to us next, Coryo?”
“Hey.” Coriolanus’s face is only a meter away from yours, lips almost touching. “I’ll never let that happen to you, do you understand? As long as I’m alive, no one will hurt you.”
You nod, a few tears rolled down your cheeks.
“Hey, don’t cry,” Coriolanus wipes away your tears with his thumb, one of his fingers caressed your cheek lightly. “They’ll have to shoot me dead before anything can happen to you.”
And before you could let out another one of your worries, Coriolanus leans in, placing a much awaited kiss on your lips. He pulls away for air after a minute, forehead against yours.
“I love you, Y/N. I’ll never let anyone hurt you, ever.”
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dustofthedailylife · 10 months
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"General, This Ain't A Cat"
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Pairing: Jing Yuan x (gn!) Reader
Summary: One day you find a cute white lion cub scratching on your front door, little did you know that the actual owner of it was Jing Yuan, the General of the Xianzhou Luofu himself. And he might have the wrong idea about the little thing, too...
Tags: Fluff, Crack, Jing Yuan's Lion loves you, inspired by the General's Diary you can find in HSR, flustered Jing Yuan
A/N: I love him a very normal amount, your honor! The fact he is a cat dad too is just too cute! And also that he got scammed trying to buy a cat and instead unknowingly managed to buy a lion makes it so much funnier. I can only recommend reading his diary ingame lmao
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A distinct scratching sound on the front door of your home made you perk up in your seat. You waited for the sound to reappear a couple of times before deciding to check what was causing it.
You slowly opened the door and looked outside. But both to the right and to the left you spotted nothing that could’ve caused the sound. It was also relatively windstill on the Luofu today so that also couldn’t have been it.
Just as you were about to close the door again you spotted the culprit behind the flower pot right next to your door. It was a small, snow-white lion cub, not older than a couple of months at best, and it looked at you pleadingly with its azure-colored eyes.
Did it want to come in?
You knelt down on your doorstep and stretched your hand out towards it, prompting it to come over to you. It hesitantly tiptoed in your direction from behind the flower pot, carefully smelling on your fingers first before bumping its head into your hand. You began scratching its head and not too long after a loud purr could be heard.
It was such a cute little thing you were almost tempted to snatch it and keep it. But a beautiful animal like that had to belong to someone, right?
You picked the soft bundle of fur up and walked towards the main road to look around. Maybe it ran away and the owner was still around looking for it? They had to be since you never heard of any instances of strays on the Luofu.
A little bit further down the street, you spotted two Cloud Knights with a bag of treats in their hand. They were eagerly shaking them to make rattling sounds and simultaneously scanned the ground for something. Looks like they are the people the little cutie belonged to.
"Hey," you called out to them. "Are you looking for this snow lion perhaps?"
"Oh, thank the Heavens!" One of the guards exclaimed. "We've been looking for it the entire day already.”
One of the guards stretched out their arms to take the little lion cub into his arms but it made no fuss to go anywhere. In fact, it was clinging to you and started purring loudly, bumping its head into your chest.
“Hey, you little cutie. You have to get back home. I’m sure you’re hungry by now, aren’t you? Enough adventure for one day.” You said in a higher-pitched voice. Its eyes almost looked sad and it let out a squeak the moment you handed it back to the soldiers and waved them goodbye.
As soon as you were back home you couldn’t help but think about the little lion again. It was the first time you had ever seen one with such a majestic fur and eye color. Whoever it belonged to could surely count themself lucky. 
A couple of days passed and you went about your days as normal until you heard the familiar scratching at your front door again. 
Unlike the first time you immediately knew it must be the same lion from a few days prior. You went to open the door again and the white bundle of fur immediately zoomed inside of your home.
Alerted, you immediately began chasing it around your living room. As much as you wanted to actually keep it as well, you absolutely couldn’t. Someone was waiting for it and probably worried about its disappearance once again. You for sure would turn the Luofu upside down if it was your missing pet.
Snatching the little complaining bundle of fur up again proved difficult as it was clinging and clawing at your carpet for dear life, but you eventually managed.
Carrying it outside once again you looked for Cloud Knights you could return it to again but this time a blonde teen boy, dressed in blue and no older than maybe fourteen was walking down the street with treats this time. And for some reason, he seemed oddly familiar.
“Mimi? Miiiii-Miiiii. Come get your treats!!” The blonde boy shouted and shook the treat box in his hands like a rattle.
The little lion cub, apparently named Mimi, perked its ears up in your arms and began trying to wriggle out of your grasp. You let it jump down and watched it zoom in the direction of the boy, sitting down and looking up at him with hungry and expectant eyes.
“There you are, you little troublemaker!” He says furrowing his brows and throwing Mimi a handful of treats.
Going off of the way the lion reacted to his voice you assumed it was probably his pet lion.
He picked it up and started petting it, eliciting it to close its eyes, start purring and relax in his arms. The boy smiled at it fondly and slightly shook his head in disbelief over the little rascal before looking down the street to where you were standing.
“Hey, you!” He shouted and started trotting in your direction. “Were you the one who found Mimi?”
You nodded in response before wondering how he could’ve figured that out considering he didn’t see you with Mimi at all.
“Wait how did you-?” You inquired with furrowed brows.
He just pointed at your chest, or more specifically, at your shirt in reply. Following the direction of his finger with your gaze you soon realized that you were entirely covered in white fluff from when you were holding Mimi.
“Ah. Well of course. That makes sense,” you chuckled. “Does it run away a lot?” You asked pointing at the still happily purring snow lion in the blonde boy’s arms.
He simply rolled his eyes and smiled in reply. “All the time.”
“Well, it seems to be fond of my front door as of late. I live just a bit further down the street. So chances are if it runs away again, it might be near my house again.”
“Good to know. Certainly makes things easier,” he nodded. “I’m Yanqing, by the way!”
That’s why he seemed so familiar. He is the lieutenant of the Luofu Cloud Knights and you had seen him here and there in an official capacity but you generally didn’t pay too much attention to those so you couldn’t quite put your finger on it earlier.
It certainly explained the beautiful and special-looking animal in his arms.
You grabbed the hand he held out to you and introduced yourself as well before bidding him farewell for now not too long after. Looking after him as he walked back home you smiled to yourself and hoped for him that he would be able to keep his little lion cub in check from now on.
A couple more days passed once more after that encounter until someone rang your doorbell. You weren’t expecting any visitors, especially not this late in the evening so you wondered who would possibly come over at this time of day.
Out of every possible person on the ship, however, you certainly didn’t expect the General of the Luofu in the flesh to be your late-night visitor. He was standing in front of your door with hands folded behind his back and staring down the street, waiting for your to open the door.
“Good evening, General… Can I help you with something?” You carefully inquired with some hesitancy in your voice. 
You suddenly felt very small, and that was not only because he was a tall, handsome, and quite muscular man but also because you were more than just a bit intimidated.
Nothing to worry about, right? It was only the most important man on the entire ship standing in front of your house. 
Naturally, your mind immediately came to the conclusion that you must’ve done something wrong.
“Uhm-,” he began, scratching the back of his neck. “Do you happen to know where my cat is?
Out of every possible thing he could’ve said, this was the last thing you expected.
“Your… cat?” You asked in disbelief. He simply nodded and looked around your front yard once more.
“It’s white with bright blue eyes. Yanqing has informed me that Mimi is quite fond of you and keeps escaping to your house.”
So it was his pet. But wait, didn’t he just say…
“Cat?”
“Yes. A small grimalkin, up to no good, constantly runs away. My cat.” He elaborated.
At that point, you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He seemed very taken aback and confused by your outburst and you were almost inclined to say that it made him, this big hunk of a man, look like a huge, gentle teddy bear.
“Care to explain what is so funny?” He asked crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Forgive me, General,” you wiped a tear out of the corner of your eyes. “I do not wish to burst your bubble here but your cat may not be what you think it is.”
“What are you implying?”
“It’s a lion, General. I can assure you, it’s most certainly not a cat.”
You observed how his eyes widened in surprise and a hint of pink began to dust his cheeks behind his long bangs. You had to bite your lip in order to not start laughing again. He really didn’t know. And the fact you made him aware of it seemed to be quite embarrassing to him.
“Oh. Uhm… well, I actually had my suspicions already.” He stated, once again scratching the back of his neck. You couldn’t help but wonder how a man like him could manage to look this cute when flustered. And to think this was the first face-to-face contact you had ever had with him made it all the better.
Without a doubt, he was an attractive man, and that was something everyone aboard the Luofu would agree to. However, after witnessing him in this flustered, and quite frankly, adorable state tonight, your desire to get to know him on a more personal level increased.
“What would it take for you to not tell anyone about this?” He suddenly inquired. But before you could answer, he made an offer himself. One you couldn’t possibly refuse after everything that transpired tonight.
“How does a dinner sound? My treat of course.”
“Hmm, very well. Or you could let your cat stay with me more often?”
“Well, that can also be arranged,” he chuckled with a playful smile. “But we come as a pair.”
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il-miele-che-scrive · 2 months
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you know what people are saying when a girl gets cheated on? go for his brother.
a/n not tryna offend anyone, I just love a lil drama
Part 2 here
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username1 Miss Y/n Y/l/n getting cheated on? No one is safe fr
↳username2 Yeah cuz how's he casually cheating on a literal goddess??
username3 they were together for almost 2 years😭
username4 My therapist will hear about this
↳username1 And Arthur is paying the bill
username5 that's it I'm NEVER trusting a man
username6 Isn't that girl Y/n's friend too? Poor girl getting cheated on twice
↳username3 yes it is 😭 guess Arthur got it from his brother
username7 Except Charles didn't cheat 😭 he's a homie hopper but he got morals
username8 I don't worry about Y/n, she's gonna find a new bf, but she wasted almost 2 years on him
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yourusername excuse my state i'm as high as your hopes
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username2 Miss girl about to enter her hoe phase
↳username3 As she should tbh
charlottesiine Lots of fun last night🤍
↳yourusername nothing will beat an ex wags night out
↳username2 best ex wags fr 😭
yoursister Next time I'm going too to keep an eye on you wtf
username4 Wait so Y/n and Charlotte are friends? When did this happen?
↳username5 Yeah cuz we've never seen them hang out back when ChaCha was a thing and suddenly the girls are partying together?
↳username6 I mean it could be just a "we both suffered a Leclerc so let's hang out" kinda thing
username5 WE BOTH SUFFERED A LECLERC 💀 no okay but that's valid
username7 Am I the only one noticing this post was liked by Charles?
↳username2 He knows his lil bro messed up lmao
username8 Okay guys so what are we betting on - did Charles like this post because of Y/n or because of Charlotte? Also, isn't he in a relationship?
↳username3 Charles has been single for a few months now, he's free to like whoever he wants lmao
↳username9 It's just a like it's not that deep
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arthur_leclerc You were my cup of tea but I drink vanilla latte now
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username1 The AUDACITY some men have
username2 and she was her best friend 😭
username3 I really want to believe they broke up before he got with the best friend but I don't think it's true
↳username4 Y/n and Arthur literally attended Charles' race a few days before we got the pics of Arthur with the other girl
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yourusername you don't mean nothing at all to me
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yoursister And I didn't even have to stop you from calling your ex
↳yourusername why would I even wanna call him anyways
yoursister Riiight, you were too busy getting to know some other interesting people:)
username1 What is Y/s/n talking about?
↳username2 Or rather WHO is she talking about?
username3 No Charlotte in the post but Charles is in the likes again 😶
↳username4 Have you seen what this one gossip page posted? Charles being in the likes isn't the thing I'd worry about here
username5 WHAT.
username3 Care to elaborate?
username4 Charles was also at the club with Y/n. It honestly looks like it was organized by a friend of his and he took Y/n there
username2 OH
username2 That's what Y/s/n is talking about
username5 Our girl Y/n is getting promoted from F2 to F1 and I love to see that
↳username6 LMAO it's so funny because it's true 😭
↳username2 Do we know who else was at this party?
username4 Allegedly the party was organized by Gasly, so obviously there was his gf Kika, but also some fellow drivers like Albon, Russell, Sainz, Ocon, Ricciardo and their gfs
username5 I was joking but now it looks like Y/n is actually becoming an F1 wag now lol
username7 Gossip girl on wheels I've been saying it for months
username8 But the caption SLAPS
↳username9 no because it looks like Y/n and Arthur are having a caption war lol it's funny
username8 It's childish but let a girl heal from a heartbreak in peace
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username1 MISS GIRL?? WHO IS THE MAN??
↳username2 We all know it's Charles (allegedly)
username8 Nah cuz I told yall she's gonna find another boyfriend soon
yoursister Loving to see you happy again ❤️
↳yourusername just needed a little upgrade
username3 I have no proof but I just know it's Charles
username4 Do we think she went for Charles because she genuinely likes him or just to get back at Arthur?
↳username5 Wait until someone starts a "she cheated on Arthur with Charles" gossips
username6 My two favorite red flags
↳username7 The homie hopper and the brother hopper, a match made in heaven
username6 The homie hopper is so real, Y/n recently hung out with his ex Charlotte 💀
username8 What kinda brother gets with his brother's ex?
↳username9 Imagine the next family dinner lmao
username10 Y'all it's not even confirmed that the man is Charles, y'all are crazy
↳username6 The post was liked by all the F1 drivers and their partners that were on the party from Y/n's previous post, it says a lot
↳username2 What @/username6 said and also Y/n is now followed by half of the F1 grid AND the wags
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charles_leclerc Not your cup of tea, but my glass of wine
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yourusername KARMA IS MY BOYFRIEND❤️
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diejager · 3 months
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bro make a fanfic about the reader and the ghost/konig WHEN THE READER WAS SHOT IN THE BUN ON THE MISSION AHAHAHHHAH LMAO (in the military helicopter when they were supposed to return, the reader was holding her butt, moaning, writhing in pain and trying to hide the pain)
That is a funny thought…
Shots Cw: gun violence, bb shots, tell me if I missed any.
You yelped when you were hit is the ass, flinching forward and raising your arm just as you turned to glare at whoever landed the shot. Your right cheek exploded in soreness, tingling from the sharp pain of a BB shot.
“Hit!” You called it, letting your rifle hang from your shoulder as you rubbed your right cheek, grumbling about the bastard, “On my fucking ass of all places.”
You walk towards the respawn with your arm up, still cussing out whoever shot you in the ass. You had a hunch about the shooter: Soap, who else had enough courage to shoot you in the ass. You doubted Gaz did it, he might’ve been tempted, but he preferred other type of pranks, more mischievous ones like tampering with the washer or drinks, harmless but hilarious. Soap, however, rarely knew the limit, going as far as stealing and hiding your stuff, tapping you in the ass or messing up your head while he cackled away, speeding off to Ghost or Price to escape your wrath.
You reasoned that this was a staged scenario, a small group activity Laswell came up with that landed your Task Force somewhere in France for game of airsoft, a Free for all in the reserved location. No one had complained, thinking it a good activity mixing fun, training and awareness —everyone agreed to it enthusiastically once Ghost had voiced his grumpy acceptance, seeing this as a moment to be able to training without the prying eyes of others or the presence of strangers. Once you reached the spawn point, your jump back in to land a few shots at Soap to see whether or not he liked getting his ass bruised by a BB. You walked off determined, mind narrowed down to a single goal, your retaliation—
Until you yipped a second time, a pellet bouncing off your second cheek. You whipped around, yelling as your eyes scoured the tree line and the openings in the buildings behind you, the windows, the roof and behind pillars. You couldn’t find Soap anywhere, he wasn’t hiding behind the trees or in the buildings, but you did catch the glint of a scope —a familiar sniper scope.
“Ghost, you son of a bitch!” You screamed in outrage, feeling how both cheeks throbbed with pain. You bared your teeth, hissing at your Lieutenant who seemed smug and comfortable in his high perch on the roof of the building, “Why’d you do that?! I was already out!”
”Big target, luv,” his amused voice cracked in your comm, the low rumble of sadistic pleasure ringing out in your headgear. He cocked his scope, his white mask standing starkly in his dark gear and broad figure, “Impossible to miss. Quit moaning.”
“Big target? Are you-!” Huffing at his continued laughter, you glared his way before you turned to hurry back to the respawn, “Let’s see who’s laughing later, you ass.”
“Fuck- Hit!”
Your shoulders shook with restrained laughter, admiring the way Ghost jumped from your perch, hidden in the darkness given by the cement wall. You listened to him hiss and swear, massaging the place you aimed for: the pronounced curve of his ass, his jeans rarely doing him the pleasure of hiding what he had.
“Quit moaning, Ghost,” you cackled as you parroted his words, telling him the same thing as he told you, but you had more to add, more to taunt and tease him as revenge, “Couldn’t miss it, Lt, it was a big fucking target.”
You watched him stomp off, retreating to the tree line for his spawn point. It filled with a sense of elation and ugly smugness, and all that was left now, was to find Soap.
“Steamin’ Jesus!” Johnny’s yelp felt more exciting than Ghost, something you could devour over and ove without regret.
“Not so fun, is it, Johnny?” You smirked, replying with a gleeful tone.
He looked red-faced, the tip of his ears turning a bright shade of red from the way you spoke to him, utilising his known weakness and playing him to watch him stutter and flush brightly.
“Awa’ a bile yer heid! That hurt, lass!” His voice had taken a whinier tone, face screwed in embarrassment and something that you couldn’t put your finger on at this distance.
“I know, shouldn’t have shot me in the ass then.”
Gaz tapped you on the shoulder, a smile threatening to break into chuckles. He’d known what happened to you and knew what you did in retaliation, finding amusement after siding with you, sitting beside you and peering at two frowning and mumbling men.
“Heard you had a lot of fun.”
“Not enough.”
You thought you heard Price sigh tiredly.
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bluebeary-jay · 1 year
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clouded judgment / clear mind
Joel Miller x f!Reader
Summary: it was a long time since Joel had felt a maddening rage like this, but he weren't about to let anyone who dares to hurt you get away with it (based on this ask)
Tags: Joel goes apeshit, angst, a bit of comfort at the end, established relationship, protective Joel (REALLY protective lmao), basically he goes feral
Warnings: uh. VERY graphic descriptions of violence (I'm not good at writing action sequences but it is graphic), swearing, kinda torturing 😬
Word count: 4.5K
A/N: this one was really challenging, but i hope yall will like what i came up with :) i really didn't expect it to be so difficult to write buuut i tried to focus on the "giving-his-brother-nightmares" side of Joel and i think i succeeded. anyway !!! happy reading ❤️
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He should have never left you alone.
Which was a ridiculous thought, of course, because how are you supposed to patrol efficiently if the other person refuses to leave your side even for a moment? Besides, he didn’t want you to think he didn’t trust you – he saw multiple times what you were capable of first-hand and he knew you were able to take care of yourself.
He put it forward once – to not split up and patrol the same area within the eyeshot of each other. You sent him a crooked smile at that, saying something about him being a little too overprotective before you gave him a kiss and went on your merry way, leaving him alone and slightly annoyed (but with a faint, stupid grin on his face).
So he tried to rein in this ‘overprotectiveness’ you mentioned. He never brought it up again, even though a cold shiver ran up his spine every time he lost sight of you beyond the safe walls of Jackson. Each time you two went on a patrol, he had to take a second to calm down and remind himself this is not one of his dreams when he loses you.
That’s why at first, when he heard your voice screaming his name from a distance, he wasn’t sure if it was really happening.
The instinct, however, kicked in the next second and he rushed back to where he saw you last, to the interior of a resort around which he was scouting. This was supposed to be one of the safest options for patrolling – no one ever saw any signs of life here besides occasional infected, and Joel was never that worried when you went inside alone to check the place.
He had a feeling his cautious (he really didn’t want to call it ‘overprotective’) nature was gonna become a nuisance again after this incident.
The goddamn downpour outside made listening for any noises aggravatingly difficult. Joel yelled for you, but he didn’t hear any answer and the driving rain beating against the windows of the resort absorbed all the sounds.
He made his way inside the building and up the stairs when he noticed your hat lying discarded against the wall. A wave of ice-cold dread washed over him. The stairway was dark but even with the little light he had he could see a couple of wet, almost black droplets on the dirty floor.
What he felt next reminded him of falling asleep – his shoulders relaxed and from head to toe a cool, silent equilibrium crept over him. Joel gripped his rifle firmly and pushed on soundlessly. It didn’t seem like you were stabbed or shot – there would be much more blood present – but you were hurt. Someone must’ve laid in wait to ambush you, and now…
It didn’t matter. Whoever it was, they made a grave mistake.
Joel reached the second floor, listening intently for any clues as to where you might be or how many people are in the building with him, but he didn’t even have to check the rooms one by one. A faint light, which couldn't have been left by the previous patrol, was spilling out from underneath the doors at the far end of the corridor . He did consider the possibility that it was a decoy and your attacker was hiding in one of the other rooms, but the closer he got to the sliver of light on the dusty floor, and the more doors he passed, it became clear that whoever got you, they weren’t that cunning.
And then he heard it. A sound of a blow from the other side of the door, and then a strangled cry.
It was you. Your voice.
Joel took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and kicked the door open, bursting into the room with his rifle held high – only to find himself surrounded by six men, five of whom were holding him at gunpoint.
The sixth one, a ragged-looking blond, stood over you and the second he saw Joel, he grabbed you by the hair and pressed a knife against your neck, making both you and Joel freeze.
“You’re from this town nearby, right?” asked the man with a heavy accent Joel couldn’t place. “The one that fucking shoots off any newcomers.”
Joel didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at this man. All he could see was your bruised and battered face and the blood running freely from your – probably broken – nose and down your chin. You had a black eye and a split brow, but your gaze was sharp and alert when you looked back at him.
He felt like his insides were boiling.
“Hey, dickhead!” the leader of the group yelled, gripping your hair tighter and making you hiss in pain. “You deaf or something?”
Joel finally managed to take his eyes off you – your blood and your bruises, and the concealed fear on your face – and glared at the man standing over you. His jaw was clenched and nostrils flaring, but he quickly collected himself. He couldn’t let his emotions get the better of him when you were in danger.
He lifted his hands slowly, showing that he was no threat to them. The thug tilted his head at one of his friends.
“Put down your gun and slide it over.”
Joel watched you following his movements with your eyes as he carefully put his rifle down and kicked it in the direction of one of the men. The blond holding the knife nodded twice.
“Now. You two are from the town, aren’tcha?”
“Let her go,” said Joel, trying to remain calm and not use – quoting Ellie – his ‘asshole voice’. “Then we’ll talk.”
The man shook his head and chuckled.
“Oh, no, no.” He pressed the blade harder against your throat. “We have the upper hand here. You understand?”
The man was looking at him expectantly but Joel’s eyes were nailed on the trickle of blood now running down the column of your neck. He remembered kissing that same neck this morning and tickling it with his nose, and the thought of this fucking bastard cutting your soft skin and leaving such a mark on it made him feel like he was about to burst.
“Fine,” he ground out with his jaw set. He looked over at the leader of the group. “What do you want?”
Had any of them been smarter, they would have picked up a dangerous note in his voice. But just like he suspected, they weren’t that bright.
“You go back to your town and bring five more horses here,” said the blond.  “And ammo. My buddy here,” he used his chin to point at another guy, standing behind Joel, “will tell you what kind. You try anything or come back with someone else, and I’ll slit her throat right open.”
“She will go get that shit for you and I will stay,” Joel negotiated strongly, but the leader of the group shook his head again.
“No. No way. You go and bring back everything we ask for, and I’ll let your little friend go.”
Joel’s eyes once again shifted to your form and something inside his chest twitched. You noticed it – of course you did, you were always able to read him like no one else – and tried to offer him a half smile.
“I’ll be fine, Joel,” you reassured him. “Nothing I haven’t–”
“Shut your trap!” The shorter man standing to your right yelled and raised his hand, making you flinch.
Joel could almost feel fire burning in his veins and through his skin, peeling it off his bones.
“Hey! There’s no need for that!” he said louder, taking a step forward, but the gang lifted their guns higher. He stopped and spread his arms wider. “I’ll get you the stuff you want. Just leave her alone.”
“You better hurry, then,” said the blond with a nasty smile, and Joel nodded while trying not to look too desperate. He looked at his friend. “Tell him what we need.”
Joel didn’t give a shit what they were saying – it was him who needed to think of something, and fast. He had a suspicion as to who these men were – he heard from Tommy about a larger group trying to gain entry to Jackson several times. Apparently they threatened the patrol which found them when they were denied permission to join their community. It was before Joel came to the small town for the first time with you and Ellie, but the word around was that any rogue group around this terrains wasn’t to be trusted.
And everything from the description Tommy gave him fit: ragged looks, traveling on foot, low on ammunition.
While one of the men listed what kind of guns they had and how much supplies they wanted, a motion in Joel’s field of vision caught his attention and his eyes darted to you – or more specifically, to your left hand.
You stared right back at him, moving your fingers slightly so the others didn’t notice.
N… O… A… M…
No ammo.
None? That’s probably why the one standing next to you wasn’t holding you at gunpoint but with a knife to the throat. The rest of them must’ve had their pistols drawn just for show. Joel had no idea how you figured it out, but a thought struck him and he surveyed the members of the group. He remembered which one held onto his rifle, but you were armed, too…
As if reading his mind, your fingers started to twitch again the second he looked back at you.
U... Left… B, E, H, I…
Suddenly the man to your right bowed over you again and punched you square in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you.
“Fucking bitch,” he snarled with contempt and glared back at Joel. “No funny games, you hear me? You come back with a gun or anyone else, and I won’t hesitate to fucking kill her, man.”
Joel’s heart was pounding in his chest. All he could see was your face contorted in pain, all he could hear were your coughs and grunts.
Two of the men came forward – the one on his left had a loaded gun from what you managed to convey to him in sign language – and pushed him towards the exit. Joel shifted his icy stare at the man standing next to him, and then at the two situated near you.
They were all going to die.
When he gets back, he’s going to kill every one last of them, and he’s going to enjoy it immensely.
Joel sent you one last look before turning around and slowly walking out of the room with both men close behind, pointing their guns (and only one of them loaded) at him.
It was going to be alright. He had a stirring of a plan and when he comes back, maybe with Tommy or someone else…
You gasped and coughed again behind his back after the sound of another punch.
Joel came to a dead stop, not registering the gun barrel digging into his back, and he felt like his jaw was going to snap if he kept clenching it like that.
You murmured something he didn’t quite catch and Joel turned his head slightly just in time to see the short man kicking you in the ribs and your form lying on the wooden floor, spitting out blood…
“You think you’re so clever, huh? I swear to fucking god, if you pull something like that again…”
Joel didn’t even let the man finish.
In a split second he elbowed the man behind him, grabbing his hand holding the gun – the one they took from you – and shooting the blond standing over you. He fell backwards and the knife fell out of his grip. Taking out the guy Joel grappled with was embarrassingly easy, and once he had a good grip on the pistol belonging to you, he spun around to face the other thug with his gun, standing on the opposite side of the room.
The ragged man fired at him, but Joel didn’t even need to duck, for the bullet missed him by half a meter at least. The man was lying dead soon after, shot twice in the head, and the remaining three took out their weapons, ready for a fight.
None of them reached for Joel’s rifle, lying under their friend’s corpse.
“That’s even better,” he murmured to himself, unloading the gun and throwing it against the far wall.
If looks could kill, they’d already be lying on the ground and writhing in agony. But Joel was more than happy to do it himself. And with his bare hands.
He strode with confidence to the nearest man who swung a machete at him. Joel avoided the attack and pushed him back, quickly darting to the side and decking the other man coming at him.
A sharp pain ripped through his body from the back of his arm when the third thug cut through his clothes. Joel blocked the second strike and twisted the opponent's arm, applying so much pressure that the bone in the forearm snapped and the man’s scream pierced the air.
He lurched back to dodge the machete aimed at his neck and picked up a knife dropped by the previous guy. He surged forward, driving the blade into the thigh of his current attacker, which made the other man lose his balance. Their friend, the last one still unharmed, managed to punch Joel’s jaw, making something crack and reverberate inside his skull, but he only wiped the blood from his face.
When the last thug came closer, Joel used his own momentum and grabbed the back of his skull, bringing the guy's face down onto his own knee. After that his movements were practically automatic when he grabbed the dazed man from behind and broke his neck in a swift motion.
Breathing heavily, he made his way to the first man he knocked out and took your gun from, picking up the machete en route. That son of a bitch wasn’t even conscious, but it didn’t stop Joel from bringing the weapon down and through his head.
The next one was the bastard with the broken arm, but his screams quickly died away when he, too, received a deep and lethal wound from Joel – this time aimed at his chest, almost cutting it open.
Your yelp ripped through the roar of blood in his ears and Joel turned around just in time to see the blond he shot in the shoulder sitting on top of you, trying to stab you with his knife. You managed to dodge it and before that idiot could try again, Joel came up to you both, grabbed the man’s hair and all but threw him off of you and onto the floor.
The blond was still holding the weapon in his hand, but didn’t get another chance to use it – with all his strength Joel brought the heel of his heavy boot down on the injured man's fingers. The man screamed when the satisfying crunch of the bones in his hand breaking echoed throughout the room and Joel couldn't hide a smirk.
He deserved it. All of them deserved it.
He again saw before his eyes the way this motherfucker kicked you and how his friend threatened to cut your throat. Again he saw red.
“You piece of shit,” Joel whispered, still blinded by rage, and gave the man a taste of his own medicine by kicking him in the stomach as hard as he could. The bastard coughed and yelled in pain but it wasn’t enough.
Joel’s focus was sharp and clear when he stood over the battered and bleeding man, staring down at him with hatred. He thought the blond tried to say something – his lips were certainly moving – but he didn’t concern himself with any begging or threats the thug had to offer. Instead he gripped the front of his sweater and punched him in the jaw, letting the limp body fall to the floor and relishing in the sounds of his curses, his grunts of pain, his blood dripping onto the floor…
Not enough.
Joel did that several more times – grabbing the idiot’s clothes, hair, whatever – to pull him up and hit him in the jaw, temple, nose and wherever else his fist landed. The face of the man was bloodied and he was barely conscious at this point and still all Joel could see was the look of sadistic glee on this man's face after finding an excuse to hurt you.
Joel didn’t have much strength anymore, but he ignored the biting pain from the cut on his arm and the raw wounds on his bloody knuckles, and straddled the lying man. The survival instinct must've kicked in and the blond started to tussle, reaching with his not-broken fingers to Joel’s face, scratching his brow and cheek.
And just like the glee he saw in the thug’s eyes earlier, Joel was more than happy that he gave him an excuse – and an idea – how to hurt him more.
“I saw how you looked at her,” he said in a low tone to the unlucky man, holding his left arm in place with his knee and pressing his own thumb to that fucker's swollen eye. “You like hearin’ people screamin’ in pain? Because I just know this is going to bring me great joy.”
Blood was flowing from under Joel’s finger and down his hand when he gouged the blond’s eye out and the man was shrieking. He was writhing and struggling under Joel's weight, and his voice became guttural and hoarse soon after when the dark blood started to flood his mouth. Joel pulled his hand away, panting heavily, and soaked in the suffering of that bastard whose face now resembled a smashed, bloody goo.
Not enough.
It was unfortunate that the blond was the only one left Joel could take it out on, but he couldn’t find any compassion in himself at the moment. So he punched him again, staining the floor with the scumbug's blood.
And again.
And again.
And again.
“Joel.”
Joel turned around sharply, grasping the thug’s knife. He could still feel rage churning inside of him and he was breathing heavily, trying to contain the fury filling him without screaming out loud. His hands were covered in blood – not his – and he subconsciously knew that the man lying motionlessly under him was long since dead, his face completely destroyed, but he wished that son of a bitch was still alive so that he could feel the suffering Joel longed to inflict upon him.
Everything because he hurt you.
You…
The ringing in his ears stopped suddenly and the knife fell out of his hand when he ran up to where you were still lying on the floor. You were curled up on your side with your arms wrapped protectively around your stomach and your face twisted in pain.
Joel’s breathing got quicker, now for an entirely different reason, when he noticed that the cut on your neck was bigger than he originally thought, and still bleeding. Your face was bruised and he knew your whole torso will probably turn green and purple soon, too.
“Oh, babygirl,” he whispered tenderly, his trembling hands hovering above your body, but not touching it. “It’s…” It’s alright, he wanted to say. Or maybe, where does it hurt the most?
He had trouble finding his voice, though. In his fury he completely forgot that you were still here and in need of his help.
You took a deep breath and turned your head ever so slightly to look at him in the corner of your eye. A sad smile appeared on your face.
“Hi, Joel.”
Joel breathed in. Out. In again.
For fuck’s sake, what was he thinking?
He quickly wiped the blood of the people he killed on his pants and cursed at himself mentally.
“Hi, darlin’,” he murmured in response, focusing back on you. “You’re gonna be alright. How are you feeling?”
“I think I might have a broken rib or two,” you breathed while Joel pulled out a clean piece of cloth he carried in his jacket for cases like this one and pressed it against the cut on the side of your neck. You winced and he felt a pang of pain in his own chest.
“Can I check?”
You let go of your stomach with a strangled gasp. Joel started to gently feel your torso, trying to discern if he could feel any broken bones or signs of internal bleeding. He kept his touch as delicate as he could, not wanting to hurt you even more, or worse – scare you.
He couldn’t stop his hands from shaking, though, no matter how much he tried to calm his breathing. He wished he could hold you as securely as he held his gun, with a quiet heart and sharp focus, but the fear of accidentally hurting you made his fingertips recoil at times.
Although you two knew each other for years now, you were never a witness to this cruel side of him. You knew about it, of course, of horrible things he’s done before he got to Boston and met you. A couple of times you even saw with your own eyes snippets of these primary emotions of fear or anger overtaking Joel’s mind and body.
But never like that. Never with such ferocity, hatred and satisfaction from hurting those who did the same to you.
He just really didn’t want you to be afraid of him. You were so precious to him and often he thought those brutal hands of his, which he knew were guilty of inflicting unimaginable pain and suffering, weren't worthy of touching someone who in his eyes was so delicate and pure.
But it never stopped you from seeking his touch, and although Joel could be stubborn and tough at times, he didn’t have it in himself to ever refuse you anything – even when he knew better.
That was always the case. His judgment and mind were clouded when it came to you.
“I don’t think anythin’ is broken,” he finally said in a quiet voice, cupping your cheek gingerly and turning your head to look at it better. “But the nose probably is. How did it happen?”
“They jumped out on me in the hallway,” you answered, not meeting his eyes while he gently touched the base of your nose. Then you looked to the window against which the still pouring rain was beating. “One of them punched me when I shouted for you. I thought you might have not heard me.”
“I heard you,” he murmured and sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. You came for me pretty quickly, so–”
“Not that. M’sorry you had to see… this.”
To that, you didn't say anything. Joel felt his heart clenching on itself and almost stopping from the wave of terror that washed over him.
His treacherous mind was rushing him to defend his actions or make excuses – because if he doesn’t, if it turns out you’re scared of him and the things he’s capable of…
You might leave him. And if you leave, Joel won’t survive that.
But he didn’t give in to those cruel thoughts and silenced the voice in his head.
“I’d do it again,” he said quietly, making you lift your head. “In a heartbeat. I’m really sorry you had to see that, darlin’, but I… just know I’d never hurt you. And if I can help it, no one else will either.”
“Hey.” Your knuckles brushed his cheek and you looked at him with sad eyes. “You don’t need to explain yourself. I know you did it to protect me.”
“I wanted them to suffer,” he continued as if you didn’t say anything, but at the same time he soaked in the feeling of your soft touch on his face. “I don’t know how much you saw–”
“Joel.” You sat up with a wince after interrupting him, and your gaze turned sharp. “Why are you telling me this?”
Even though the bloody, battered mess that he made of the blond man seemed to push itself into Joel’s field of vision, he refused to look away from you.
“‘Cause you need to know. I feel like I’d be lyin’ to you if I didn’t explain that it wasn’t an accident or a one-time thing,” he answered, his eyes flickering from your neck to your face, and down to his own stained hands. “Couldn’t think of anythin’ else after I saw you like that, on the ground and…”
“Listen to me.” You took his head firmly in your hands and your gaze was unwavering – like you wanted to make sure that your every word will reach the depths of his soul. “I’ll say it again: you don’t need to explain. I get why you did that. And don’t even think you’re gonna drive me away because of that.”
You knew him too well. Sometimes it was slightly annoying, sometimes even scary.
This time, however, it felt reassuring.
You looked to the side where the body of his last victim lay, and Joel grimaced, gently touching the edge of your jaw and tilting it back to him. “Don’t look,” he whispered, realizing with surprise, as well as a horrible lump in his throat, that he felt almost ashamed.
Your bright eyes met his again and he briefly wondered if your gaze always was so scrutinizing.
“I’m not scared of you,” you said sternly, like always knowing what was going on in his head. “I'm not, so stop thinking that.” You shook him by the arm a little and when he didn’t answer, the corner of your lips tugged upwards in a teasing manner. “I’ve seen you multiple times in the morning. I know you’re secretly a big softie.”
Joel really didn’t deserve this kind of kindness and understanding from you. That didn’t stop him from craving it, though.
He didn't say anything – just leaned in and kissed your cheek tenderly, lingering there for a moment but paying attention not to brush your nose. You exhaled and closed your eyes, your eyelashes tickling his skin, and he decided not to drag this conversation on any longer.
“Come ‘ere, sweetheart. I’ll help you up.”
He stood up and held out his hand. It was rough and covered in blood, but even after you saw what he did to those men and heard their screams, you didn’t hesitate to take it.
“Joel,” you said gravely after standing up. There was no trace of your previous smile on your face. “If you were the one in danger, I’d do the same thing.”
You were looking at him expectantly, clearly waiting for an answer, and after a couple of seconds he nodded slightly. Apparently it was good enough for you, because you just squeezed his hand and tugged him after you and out of the room.
Joel didn’t know if he believed you.
But your words made him feel calmer and cleared his clouded mind nonetheless.
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ty ty tyyy for feeding my mike schmidt heart with ur fics, hopefully you can make one where maybe his gf (kinda like there's obviously smth going on between them but they don't address it situation lmao) and she's in all the action at the end of the movie?? hope it makes sense lmao ly <333
yes ofc! sorry it’s taken me like a week to do this thank you for being patient!
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MIKE SCHMIDT X FEM!READER
— NOTHING WAS PLATONIC BETWEEN YOU AND MIKE; THAT MUCH WAS TRUE.
“Abby?” You called out as you stood outside the Schmidt household, trying to peer into the textured glass window on the door to make out any figures.
Stepping back, you looked down at the doormat and knelt down, picking the corner up a little. You’d told Mike before that it was the most typical place to leave a door key but now you were thankful he didn’t listen to you for once.
You unlocked the door and opened it, stepping inside. “Abby?” You called out once more and silence followed seconds later. Abby wasn’t home which was strange, usually having a babysitter for company.
Before your mind could wonder much further, your gaze averted to the vest sprawled over the armrest of the couch. With a sigh you picked it up and read the label “security” patched into it.
“Mike.” You mumble, scolding his forgetfulness despite the fact he wasn’t here. As you looked down at it an idea struck your mind.
You might as well take a trip to the pizzeria and give it to him? Could be important.
Besides, when Mike told you about the strange occurrences at the pizzeria and didn’t care to elaborate, your curiosity got sparked.
Slipping on the security vest, you walked out the house (shutting and locking the door) before getting in your car and driving to the pizzeria.
This really had to happen on the worst night.
After parking in the desolate parking lot, your car, a police car and Mike’s car being the only ones there. The sight of the police car made you feel nervous and urged you to walk a little quicker into the pizzeria.
Walking through the entrance, you could hear voices and a groan of agony. Slowly you walked forwards, noticing a bloody Mike on the ground and a disturbing bunny costume looming over him.
“Mike.” Your voice was a whisper and you stepped back, your foot knocking into a fallen chair. The squeak attracted the attention of whoever wore the costume and Mike.
Mike looked up with pure terror in his eyes. God what were you doing here? Why now? He looked to William who began to turn around.
“No.” Mike murmured with gritted teeth as blood spurred out of his mouth slightly due to the harsh kicks he’d taken in the stomach. Despite his state, Mike was willing to protect you and reached out to try and grab William’s leg and pull him down.
William looked back, and with a harsh kick Mike was knocked out cold. You were frozen in place, not willing to leave the pizzeria without Mike despite how intimidated you felt.
“Hey!” You hear the voice of Abby yell and both your eyes and William’s eyes look to her. “Abby no!” You cry, knowing William would try going after her now. Without a second thought, you grabbed the fallen chair and swung it at the man. Immediate regret; he was charging at you with his knife in seconds.
A bullet pierced through his torso before he could reach you, stopping him just seconds before he reached you. In the heat of it all, you rushed over to Mike and tried helping him up with Abby. He became conscious, his eyes slowly opening and you looked to him.
“Hey.” You spoke softly. He was beaten and bruised and although feeling numb his hand reached for your face, his fingers lightly trailing over your cheek. You were his last thought before he slipped unconscious.
“You’re okay.” Mike whispers and you nod, smiling at him. “I’m okay.” You assure him. “Come on!” Abby brings the both of you back to reality as you help Mike up.
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Mike was in hospital for multiple injures for a day or so and you and Abby stayed for it. The three of you were in the room, you sat at the chair beside the bed while Abby was sat at the desk in the corner of the room colouring.
“Abby, would it be okay if we could talk for a moment? Just me and her?” Mike asked of his sister, his voice hoarse. Abby looked between the two of you, a smile gracing her lips before she nodded and left the room for the moment.
You smile slightly as you watch her leave before Mike speaks up. “Why were you there?” He questioned. You looked down at your shoes for a moment. Mike wasn’t happy at all with the fact you’d come to the pizzeria but he wanted to know why.
“You forgot your vest, I wanted to bring it to you. Could’ve been important.” You say, looking up to him. Mike looks to you for a moment before smiling and chuckling softly.
“That’s it? My vest?” He says. His eyes avert to it as you wear it and his eyes come back to meet yours.
“Suits you.” Mike teases and you roll your eyes.
“Yeah I don’t think I’ll be getting a job there anytime soon.” You reply, standing up and sitting on the edge of the bed.
There’s a moment of silence, where you look to Mike and his hand reaches out for yours. You gently take his hand in your own and run your thumb across his knuckles.
“I was really scared for you, really scared.” Mike admitted, his face dropping as he remembered the feeling. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
“I don’t ever want to lose you, ever. I—“ Mike hesitates on his next words and your eyes look to him in anticipation.
“I love you.” He finally says. For a moment there’s silence and Mike immediately feels he’s screwed up, shutting his eyes tightly and retracting his hand from yours.
Too soon?
Before he can begin rambling apologies, he feels your lips on his forehead and his eyes open. You pull away and look to him, leaning down once more and planting two more kisses on his cheeks before finally kissing his lips.
It was a gentle and delicate kiss, nothing too strong or deep. You hold the kiss for a moment before pulling your lips away. His lips are parted slightly as you do, as if he’s still reliving the moment.
It isn’t long before your lips are back on his.
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𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 || 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒
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★SUM when you decide to break up with your boyfriend, you never thought you’d end up sleeping with his enemy.
SMUT!!!! Fem reader, one night stand turned lovers, oral (F and M receiving), sloppy make outs, cheating (reader and her bf are cheating on each other), mentions of drunk sex but it doesn’t actually happen, hangover sex, creampies, phone sex (readers bf calls and they pick up mid deed), Jack doesn’t give two shits lmao, he’s kinda switchy???, “I can treat you better than he can” trope, reader is a celebrity but her personal work is not mentioned, use of y/n, unhealthy relationships, Jack does not live with Luke in this fic, readers ex boyfriend is not named and can be whoever you’d like it to be.
WC of 3.2K, not proofread 😥
♪ Practice - Drake
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“All I want to do is go out and you’re already acting like a bitch.” Your boyfriend says as he buttons up his shirt
“You promised this time we would stay in.” You said from your spot in the room as he shifts his eyes to look at you from the mirror and his brows furrow “so what? You want me to be inside all the time and be boring? I have a social life I have to keep up with, y/n. You can either stop being a pain in the ass about it and come with me or stay here by yourself.” He says as he walks out the room and with a heavy heart you follow him outside.
Sitting in the passenger seat silent he drives you both out to some random club with random people and quickly ditches you without even saying goodbye
Your boyfriend immediately left you in the corner as soon as you both got there, and there you were standing there like you knew you would be. Everyone's drinking and smoking who knows what and it makes your skin crawl at the fact that you have no clue who your even around right now.
"Hey beautiful. What're you doing here alone?" Some random creep says to you and you have to physically hold back from cringing into your skin, the alcohol evident on his breath.
"Sorry, I'm not looking for anyone" you say and quickly down your drink to move to the dance floor to get away. Bumping into strangers you realize the alcohol kicks in quicker than you thought it would. Eventually finding your boyfriend and rolling your eyes at the way he’s obviously flirting with another girl, you quickly realize you’re gonna have to find another way home tonight.
Trying your best to forget about your shitty excuse of a boyfriend, you very quickly start to dance with some random. Though the lights are extremely dark, you could tell he was handsome.
Told you he’s seen you around before, and than he’s been plotting on you for a while. His offering of a drink somehow turnt into you grinding against him and in the blink of an eye you’re stumbling into his apartment, drunk and insanely horny.
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Lightheaded. That's the only word you could use to describe how you feel so early in the morning.
Forcing your eyes open you see the man who’s name is apparently Jack laying on your chest-knocked out asleep. You sigh and grab your phone to check the time: 5:30 am, you have a few notifications from the group chat you and your friends share; most of it just your friends being they’re usual crazy selfs with your other friends entertaining it.
Your hand finds itself into his hair, stroking it while he lets out quiet snores against you. The buzz from the alcohol must've followed you into the next morning cause you still feel so relaxed, head spinning but in a good way. You feel jack shift against you to pull you closer and you look down at him.
His eyes are on you now, mumbling a "good morning" while his hands run down your back and he presses a kiss on your collarbone. The action makes your heart flutter and you whisper "good morning" back to him, hand pushing the hair out of his face while he scoots up to lay his head in the crook of your neck.
“Jack, I really shouldn’t be here-“ “I know you have a boyfriend, pretty girl. I don’t care about him. He doesn’t deserve you.” He cuts you off with a mumble of the last part and you’re stuck in minor shock
You don’t protest his statement knowing that he was right. If your boyfriend can have some fun why can’t you?
You two have simple conversation, him asking what time it was and how you were and you responding. You scrolled through instagram seeing yet another picture of your boyfriend leaving the club with some random woman and he watched silently while rubbing his hands onto your waist. He suddenly hums and makes small pecks into your neck, kissing around until he finds a spot that makes you breathe a little heavier and leaning your head to the side so he can get better leverage at the spot.
"What're you doing?" You whisper, curious but making no effort to stop him. "Kissing you." He replied blankly, mumbling small praises in between the kisses. You move his head so you could kiss him on the lips— sloppily but passionate. He pinches your sides to make you gasp so that he can slip his tongue into your mouth, groaning into the kiss.
He moves a knee between your legs so you don't close them, moving your shirt up so he can kiss down your torso until he gets down to your pants. He looks up at you; asking with his eyes if he can remove them and you nod. He wastes no time taking your pants off and removing your underwear, dick twitching when he sees how wet you are.
'''S all for me?" He mumbles into your thigh and you nod again, breath hitching in your throat. "Use your words." He says, kissing up and down your thighs-both arousal and nervousness pooling in your stomach at the sight of him kneeled down in front of you. "Yes. All for you." You say, and you could barely get another word out before he begun to lick a stripe up your slit.
An audible gasp left your mouth while a groan left his, and your hand—that was previously holding your shirt up—flew to his hair and gripped onto it for balance.
"Why didn't you tell me you tasted so good?" Jack said, words coming out slurred due to him not bothering to stop the attack on your pussy. "H-when was I supposed to tell you tha- oh my god." you said, words getting cut off when his tongue circles your clit.
He's really eating you out now, head mushed between your thighs, licking and sucking every part of you his tongue can reach. You don't know how he became so alert so quickly, he just was damn near asleep barely even half an hour ago. The feeling becomes too much, you squirming around and him grabbing both of your thighs to bring you back to him, mumbling a "stay still for me" into your core as he continues.
It's only a few more moments until you get closer to the edge, whines and moans increasing in pitch as Jack inhumanly speeds up. " Jack, I'm close" you whine, and he just hums as he continues. Your thighs closing in on his head as you cum and him groaning, trying to practically drink it before you have to forcefully remove his head from your pussy. His eyes are low, filled with lust and you're panting, trying to catch your breath.
“I’m not done with you, pretty. Let me fuck that loser boyfriend of yours out of your head, hm?” He says as he drags you closer to the middle of the bed, near his now hard dick that was now very obviously poking through his shorts.
The fact that he’s not wearing a shirt makes this process much easier, as all he had to do was slide down his shorts and kick them off. You’re staring at him and you don’t know what to think right now, he’s huge. He looks at you for a brief moment before smirking, “you like what you see?” He says and your face gets a little hot when you realize you’ve been caught. He spits down into his hand and gives you a little show, jerking himself off and teasing his tip on your slit.
“I wanna suck you off” you suddenly blurt out and he can’t help but chuckle a little. “Next time, lovely. If I don’t fuck you right now I think I might explode.”
“Jack please don’t tease me” you whine and he kisses up from your collarbones to your ear, and whispers a beg for it into your ear. “Please, please, put it in. I need to feel you.” Was all it took from you before he put a hand next to your head and he was pushing himself into you.
He pushed in slowly, part of it wanting you to get you to the stretch, but the other part of it was for him to not cum quickly. “You’re so fucking tight y/n, god.” He groans out and you moan out when he finally bottoms out inside of you.
Jack doesn’t waste any time pounding into you as you quickly grab onto his shoulders for support. “Oh!” You cry out and he grunts in reply, “so fucking wet too. This turn you on? Having a real man take care of you like this.” He says as he grabs you by your chin so you can look at him and you sob out a yes for him.
“Feels so good, Jack. So full of you, fucking me so good” you whine out and he lets out what would seem to be a quiet whimper “keep talking to me like that and I’m definitely not gonna last long, baby.” He licks his thumb and brings it down to your clit to rub it in fast, tight circles that makes your jaw drop and your toes curl.
“Oh fuck! Jack!” You say as your back arches off the bed and he puts his other free hand on your back for support. “Come on baby, let go for me. Cum on this cock.” He whines into your neck and with a few more thrust you were creaming all over him. He keeps going and you quickly get overstimulated while he holds your hips down into the bed
“Just a little more, pretty. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard into you. Fuck.” He pants out and like he said, after a few more deep thrusts, he cums inside of you.
He gently lays on top of you as you both catch your breaths and come down from your orgasms. He kisses your temple and whispers about how he’s going to run you a bath and bring you some water.
“What am I going to wear? And as much as I would love to stay here I have to go home.” You whisper and he tells you not to worry about it, that you could take one of his shirts and he’ll take you home his self. You don’t object when he carries you to the bathroom and sets the water temperature to warm.
Begrudgingly getting out of jacks car and giving him your number, you grab your keys and walk into your very empty apartment. Usually you’d be upset, however this time you’ve never been more grateful. You wash your face and put on a movie to lay on the couch and rest.
You’re rudely awoken when your boyfriend walks through the door at 11:30 am and you don’t even bother to ask him where he’s been when you know exactly where he was.
“Hey babe.” He says and you hum a small “hey” back to him. He doesn’t even know you didn’t come home last night and you plan to keep it that way.
“What’s up with you? All relaxed.” He says and you shrug “I was taking a nap…” you say and he side eyes you. You don’t usually sleep unless he comes home but he lets it go as you were probably tired.
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It’s been a few weeks of you and Jack sneaking around while your boyfriend doesn’t have a clue. And a part of you feels bad about it but then again he’s cheated multiple times and you’re simply not in love with him anymore.
Tomorrow, your boyfriend has a game against the New Jerseys devils which excites you because then you get to see Jack again.
“Why are you so happy to go? Never seen you this excited to see me kick some ass in a game before.” Your boyfriend chuckles as you mentally groan and put on a fake smile “just happy that I get to see my boyfriend play.” You lie straight out of your teeth, well not really. You are watching your boyfriend play, just not him. he smiles at your statement. “You know, recently you’ve been acting different. And honestly, I love it so much. You’re so much more calmer and it just makes me happy that knowing you regained that trust in me.” He said and you didn’t even respond. Just smiled like you didn’t know what was happening
“Only thing that’s pissing me off is that Jack kid” he says and you freeze. “…What do you mean?” “I mean like, he’s just some pretty boy who thinks he’s the shit. Thinks he can do whatever he wants and tonight I’m gonna beat his ass in this game tonight to show him who’s boss.” You don’t say anything once again and you’re left with your thoughts while your boyfriend flips through the tv to find a channel to watch.
By the time you left the house, your boyfriend was already on the ice getting ready to start his match. You’re about to sit down next to your friend when a text comes through your phone.
Jack 🤍
Come meet me after the game.
You shoot back a 👍 before putting your phone down and talking with the girl beside you.
It was obvious who was going to win. A devastating game for your boyfriend with a 4-0 to The new jersey devils but a celebratory one for your affair partner. Your boyfriend doesn’t even look at you, just gets in his car after taking off his gear and goes home. You don’t even care anymore, and after you see all the boys leaving the opposite teams locker room, you text Jack asking if it was okay for you to come to his apartment and he immediately sends a yes.
You walk into the place and immediately you’re hugged by him, which sends butterflies to your stomach and a bright genuine smile to your face.
“Missed you, gorgeous. Saw how I kicked ass out there?” He says as he pulls away to look at your face and you smile even harder “I did! You played so good, super proud of you” and he gives you a deep kiss as you both giggle.
“You have to stop! What if you leave a mark?” You whisper laugh and he nips at your ear “don’t care anymore. Let them know how much I love you.” He says and you suddenly feel flustered “Jack….” “Y/n. You don’t have to be with him anymore. I can take care of you so much better than he can and you know that.” He says with so much seriousness in his voice that you’re left speechless
“Jack-“ “I genuinely love you. seriously. I want to be with you.” He says and you have no words so you just kiss him again. The kissing turns into him pinning you against the wall and the grinding and groping is very evident.
“Take all this off baby. I need you right now” he says as you’re quick to push him down onto his couch. “Not this time. It’s your win. Let me take care of you” you say and he whispers a fuck while his eyes run along your body.
You take off your top and after a few minutes of kissing and grinding, you drop to your knees and he lets out a gasp of pleasure at you palming him.
You unzip his pants and he’s breathing heavily, anticipating what you’d do next. You spit onto his dick and roll your hand around it for a few strokes before giving gentle kisses to his tip.
“Baby don’t tease, thought you were taking care of me?” He whines out as you giggle “I am. Be patient for me.” You say and his next words fall flat on his tongue as you start tonguing his head.
Finally granting his wish, you dip your head down and take him fully down your throat. Your cheeks pulling in to suck him tighter while your head dipped up and down. A groan of surprise leaves his mouth as his eyes immediately become hooded.
“Fuck, angel. Such a nice mouth you have on you” he groaned out. But his muttering and whining was quickly cut off with the way you sloppily put your tongue on his balls
“Holy shit. Oh my fucking god baby. You’re incredible” he moans out as you continue to jerk him off while popping of on his balls out of your mouth and moving on to the one beside it.
You took him back into your mouth and your hands worked around what you couldn’t reach, the head of his dick kissing the back of your throat in a pleasureful burn and you can feel tears swelling in your eyes when he gently grabs your head and begins to start fucking his full length down your throat.
His moans and whines become more desperate every second and it’s obvious he’s close to cumming. Although you’re enjoying your time here, your phone suddenly starts ringing. It’s your boyfriend. Jack groans out partly in annoyance and in pleasure and then he gets an idea. “Wanna show your boyfriend how pretty you look when I cum down your throat.” He almost cries out and you moan around him “please baby, can I pick up the phone at let him he- oh fuck, let him hear how well you take me?” He says as he struggles to keep his composure with the way you’re deepthroating him, cutting himself off with his own moans
You hum in approval and Jack doesn’t waste any time picking up that phone and putting your boyfriend on speaker.
“Hey. Where are you-“ and all that’s heard is a loud gag through the room and the sloppy noises of your mouth on jack’s cock.
“Fuck baby. Keep going please. I’m so fucking close, oh my god.” Jack says as he throws his head back, face flushed and neck red as you hold his hips down and begin bobbing your head up and down again.
“Y/n?! What the fuck is happening?! Who is that?!!” Your boyfriend frantically says as Jack takes the phone. “She’s a pro at sucking dick. Honestly I have no clue how you could even let her out of your sight” Jack grunts out and hangs up the phone, not even wanting to bother with him right now.
A few more bobs of your head and Jack is cumming down your throat. Chest heaving as he does so. “Oh fuck, you’re so perfect, holy shit.” He whines out and you’re determined to clean him up completely, continuing to suck him off until he was completely finished
“Fuck- you trying to kill me over here? God” he says with a small laugh as you finally pop off his dick, catching your breath.
As you and Jack bask in the afterglow, your boyfriend is blowing up your phone and before you can reach for it, Jack stops you.
“You don’t need to worry about him anymore. You’re mine now.”
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you are in love, tom blyth
PAIRINGS; tom blyth x singer!yn
WARNINGS; reader gets called a slut, mentions of cheating but apart from that there’s nothing else
SYNOPSIS; rumours speculate of yn and tom breaking up
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user yn performs i miss you, i’m sorry at her latest concert in london after rumours of her split with tom blyth!
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user UHM??
user what is girlie doing?
user y’all what did he DOOOOO
↳user nothing! but i have a reliable source that claims she cheated on him with an a list celeb…
user womp womp this is a win for the tom girls
user this wasn’t on my 2024 bingo cards
user i refuse to believe she wrote cornelia street and you are in love for this man just to cheat on him. they’re fine I BET MY LIFE ON THIS!
user shut the fuck up why would she perform a song she wrote about HER EX-BOYFRIEND for tom blyth? make it make sense
user GET A JOB. STAY AWAY FROM HER!
user i bet they’re reading these comments LAUGHING THEIR ASS OFF
user he was too good for her anyway
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ynuser thank you @/ellemagazine for having me
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rachelzegler beautiful🥲
↳ynuser love you!❤️
user she has that post-breakup glow
user mother is feeding us
user tom hasn’t liked her post💔
user imyis is a song she wrote about harry so why would she then perform it for tom?
user IS SHE NOT ALLOWED TO SING HER OWN SONGS LIKE DAMN LET HER LIVE
user y’all are chronically online just because tom hasn’t liked doesn’t mean they’re split up
user bffr rachel wouldn’t support yn if this was true
user if they’re not together anymore i don’t believe in love
user WHERES TOM’S LIKE AND COMMENTS?!
user everyone when yn performs a breakup song: 🤨😮🫨
user tom deserves better!
user not gonna support someone who cheats on their partner✌🏻
user at least we’re gonna get some good songs from this
user i’ve always said tom could do better, i was right😚
user she’s such a slut
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tomblyth i fall more and more in love with you everyday❤️
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user I KNEW IT
user all the ‘tom girlies’ are quiet now HUH
ynuser i’ll love you forever
↳tomblyth always
user PHEW
user I WAS WAITING FOR THIS I HAD THE NOTIFS ON!
user SILENCE THATS WHAT I THOUGHT
user lol whoever started this rumour must feel embarrassed
rachelzegler i have a reliable source that says yn and tom are going to be together forever
↳rachelzegler it’s me i’m the reliable source
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ynuser hate to burst ur bubble but myself and mister cornelia street are still very happy and very much in love together, the rumours can stop now🙃🫶🏻
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rachelzegler HELL YEAH B fuck them
↳ynuser well and truly
tomblyth mister cornelia street is happy with his girl🫶🏻
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user THE LAST PIC I LOVE HIM HAHAHA
↳ynuser dedicated to those who believed the rumours😉
user your honour she served too hard
tomblyth i can’t take a social media pause without people saying that we’re not together anymore
↳ynuser lmao take ur break baby
user i love them🥺they better get married soon
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user ‘one night he wakes strange look on his face, pauses then says you’re my best friend’ JUST FROM THAT LYRIC ALONE I KNEW THEY WERE GONNA BE TOGETHER FOREVER
tomblyth i mean you only cheat when we play ludo
↳ynuser no ur just a sore loser
↳rachelzegler i can vouch for tom you do cheat at ludo
↳joshandresrivera lies you always cheat in ludo
↳ynuser ok what is with the attack??
↳ynuser seriously take ur break @/tomblyth
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OUT LOUD | Eddie Munson
Summary: When you and Robin pass notes in class about Eddie Munson, the teacher calls you both out for it, confiscating the notes. To make matters worse, she reads the notes out loud catching the attention of the very special freak.
Part 2
Author’s Note: Not proofread, sorry lmao 😭
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You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to be met by a very annoyed classmate with a neatly folded up note gripped in between their two fingers. They looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to grab it.
You take it, looking around to see who could have given it to you. You locked eyes with Robin, her nodding to you to open the note.
“When are you going to tell him?” The note read in sloppy hand-writing. Robin’s hand writing wasn’t the very best, you were surprised that you were even able to read it.
“Who?” You wrote underneath her sentence. You knew who she was talking about, you just decided to play dumb. What if— whoever the person’s name behind you— read it and told Eddie that the two of you were passing notes about the dungeon master? Ever since Robin found out about your crush on Eddie, she has been nonstop trying to convince you to tell him.
You turned around in your seat, a tight-lipped smile on your lips as you gave it to the person behind you. They frown, snatching the note before giving it to Robin.
You watch as she opens it, her eyes scanning the paper before looking up at you with a quirked eyebrow. She scribbled something on the paper before giving it back to the annoyed person who was now a note messenger for the two of you.
You take the note, opening it up. “Eddie? Who else would I be talking about. You really need to tell him, I’m telling you, he likes you back! I swear I saw him staring at you earlier in the hallway, his eyes were like heart-shaped!”
A faint blush painted your cheeks. Was he actually staring at you earlier? The two of you only talked a few times, only knowing each other because of Robin and Steve. You guys have probably talked three times the whole school year. The first time was when Steve introduced you two, the second was when you accidentally bumped into him during lunch and the third time… was when you bumped into him, again.
“Chrissy was near me. He was probably staring at her.” You quickly scribbled onto the paper.
“Ms. Y/L/N.” Your teacher started, her witch hand snatching the piece of paper out your hands. You gasped.
“Are your notes more important than this class?” She asked, squinting her eyes to read the words written on the paper.
“N-no, ma’am.” You mumbled. You prayed that she would just throw it away, confiscate it and tell you, you can get it after class. But, no. With your luck, she decided to humiliate you, her screechy voice reading everything out-loud enough for the whole school to hear.
She mimicked the words, trying her best to read Robin’s sloppy handwriting. “When are you going to tell him? Who? Ed…” You slouched into your seat, covering your face with your hands to hide your red, embarrassed face. You prayed that the ground would open up and swallow you whole.
You didn’t dare look up, even when she lectured you about how you should be worrying more about school than boys. How boys were going to get you nowhere in life. She then threw the note in the trash, her face grimacing.
You could hear a few snickers from students in the classroom, some whispering and judging you for having a crush on the infamous freak. You could already imagine the rumors that would be spreading around by the end of the day.
What did Eddie think of you now? Was he snickering along with the rest or the class? Was he going to take apart of those rumors? Was he disgusted? Embarrassed for you?
You hesitantly removed your face from your hands, looking back at Robin to send her a glare. She just gave you a apologetic look before mouthing the word “sorry”.
In your peripheral vision you could see someone staring at you. You already knew who it was. You remembered where he sat, it was the one area of the room you tried your best to avoid— to avoid any obvious signs of your crush on him.
You turned back in your seat, crossing your arms as you went back to slouching. You prayed and begged that you would be able to escape the classroom before Eddie could have the chance to confront you. You could just avoid him for the rest of your life.
A few minutes went by of you trying to find a way to disappear when you felt a all-too-familiar tap on your shoulder. Was Robin trying to embarrass you, again?
You turned around, the note messenger holding up another note for you to take. You look back quickly at the teacher to make sure she wasn’t looking before snatching it, turning back around to open it up under your desk.
“I was actually staring at you, not Chrissy. Cheerleaders aren’t my type. - Eddie”
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Hiiiii❤️ I idk if this is a Drabble or a headcaon but here I go anyways😅 . Hear some context So you don’t think I’m some weirdo. So in the 2017 movie called the babysitter and this character Allison got shot in the b00b and she “omg he shot me in the b00b what kind of dçk shots a girl in the b00bs” (funny scene) so basically fem!reader with platonic!taskforce141. And there on a mission and suddenly they hear the same line on their coms and they’re like 😳
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A/N: LMAO - I had to look up the scene for this as a reference. Just picturing Price's paternal disappointment when he realizes his team acts like a bunch of children. Sorry, this is rlly short!
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Summary: Your attempt at comedic relief sets off a chain reaction of immaturity.
Warning(s): platonic!141, canon-typical mild injury, suggestive language, AFAB!Reader, no use of y/n
Word Count: 554
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No Filter // 141 Drabble
Compared to some of the other operations you’d done with them, this was a piece of cake. A simple infiltrate and exfil mission where you’d be clearing house in one of Hassan’s safehouses—a mere breadcrumb leading to the man himself.
Price thought it would go smoothest if everyone split up, but to keep within shouting distance. It was only a small facility, after all.
Being ambushed? Shot? That was not something you saw in the cards for today.
Luckily, you got a bullet in him before he had a chance to do worse. But here you were, slumped against the wall with all the air knocked out of your lungs.
“Heard the shots, Sergeant. You broken?”
Captain Price’s voice crackled through near instantly, the second he had pulled the trigger on you. Though it took a few seconds, you managed to recuperate, and asses the room in front of you. The man who shot you K.I.A, and you very fortunate.
You peered down at your chest; indeed not broken, but injured. The vest had absorbed the shot, causing a relieved sigh to escape your lips. Obviously, if you really had a bullet in your chest, you wouldn’t just be sitting there—but the adrenaline of escaping death eliminated any rationality.
You unbuttoned the first few buttons on your shirt, seeing a welt on your breast as if the man had his gaze set on them when he pulled the trigger. Still, with your hand on the button of your radio, you finally gave some sort of answer.
“Bastard shot me in the boobs.” It was a mumble, but there was no way in hell they didn’t hear that.
As you winced, you seemed to forget that the entire team was on the other line—probably way more concerned with your life than the health of your tits. “What kind of dick shoots a girl in the boobs?” You asked rhetorically, despite the astonished silence on the other line.
“You were shot in your…?” Gaz was the first to speak up, his tone practically painting the picture of his signature squint.
Before the next voice chimed in, you could swear you heard whoever it was stifling a laugh. “Thanks for that.” Soap chimed in, accent crackling against the static. His smirk was visible even if his words; the natural flirt in him coming out no matter what.
Ghost had remained silent, probably muting his comms so he didn’t have to listen to this. And Price? Oh, Price… He’s got his head in his hands with pure disappointment. How did this status update turn so unprofessional, so quickly?
“Wait, let me get this straight,” Soap comes in again, a smug sneer on his face. “He shot you on the—”
“Keep it tactical, Sergeant.” Price blurts, interrupting the immature banter daring to be further set in motion. He was fighting every urge to crack a smile at the pure ridiculousness, but his poker face and stern tone prevented it.
“Tactical or not, John, it’s a tough break.” Laswell comes in, your only saving grace against Price’s father-like disappointment. She was the last superior of yours you’d expected to find it humorous, but she did, nonetheless.
This would definitely be the source material for the next HR meeting, you could see it now.
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GIVE ME YOUR TMI — [18+!]
AN INTERACTIVE STORY
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“Well,” he starts again, “in case you ever need someone to take care of you, you know that my room is upstairs, baby.”
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🌷 Caught up in lots of uni stress, you help your friend Minho with studying for the upcoming exam at his place. The tension between the two of you has been growing for some time now and you are just waiting for him to make a move on you. But then there’s also your other friend—Minho’s roommate Jisung—who is desperately looking for your attention. Soon, it gets pretty obvious that the two of them just want to find out who will be your choice, secretly hoping you will spend the night with both of them. However, that’s entirely up to you!
❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are the main character in this interactive story, falling for both your friends Minho and Jisung. In order to choose whoever you want to end up with, simply select an option after reading this chapter [options will be highlighted and have a link attached to them] and follow the path!
📖 CONTENT INFO: minho x reader, jisung x reader, college au, minho and jisung are roommates and rich boys, smut with plot and a bit of fluff but also the tiiiiiniest sprinkle of angst, friends to lovers, a pretty lighthearted story after all the drama i have written in the past months lmao [warnings under cut]
🖊️ WORD COUNT: ~9.0K [or 13.9K in total if you read all options]
🩷 AUTHOR’S NOTE: Your queen and pioneer of interactive stories [24 to 25 in 2022 and Red Lights in 2023] is back! I am suuuper excited to share another one that I have been working on for some time :) I hope you like this simpler oneshot with only two of the members [my ult bias and my wrecker] too! If that’s the case I would be very grateful if you shared your thoughts with me by reblogging, commenting, sending an ask etc.! Thank you for always being here and being so supportive, it’s insane. Have a wonderful day and enjoy reading this little story. 🫶🏻 — Yours, Tan 🍓
⛓️ CONTENT WARNING: [not too specific to prevent spoilers], explicit sexual content [includes dom/sub dynamics, oral f + m receiving, semi-protected sex, semi-public sex, marking m receiving, edging, reader gets blindfolded and has to guess who kisses, touches, etc. her (I’m so sorry, this story suddenly became wilder than planned), use of names like princess, baby, good girl, angel, slut, whore], slight jealousy but not much
The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.
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“I’ll make it up to you, I swear. But I’m running late,” you shout through the speakers of your phone. 
The subway is cramped, severely cramped and it takes every strength within you—mentally and physically—not to spill the two paper cups’ liquids all over an innocent passenger sticking to your body. The fact the coffee is so hot that you’re burning your fingertips by solely holding the items makes everything harder. Especially, since you’re simultaneously trying to balance your posture—cursing internally every time the wagon rushes around a sharp corner—and the device that’s caged between your ear and shoulder.
The other people are already looking at you, possibly you’re once again speaking way too loud. But it isn’t easy, drowning out the obnoxious voice of your friend who is on the other side of the phone call. It makes sense that he invites you to his place—his apartment is way more spacious and closer to campus, just in case you need to borrow some books for your assigned study session today.
But you’re a natural when it comes to running late. Even if you get ready earlier, you always manage to leave the house past the time you have meticulously scribbled down in your phone’s notes app. It’s what you have to do—taking notes and planning every detail of your daily life. No matter if writing down when and what kind of meals to have, when the next deadline will be occurring, what’s on sale at the supermarket this week or when to take a break, allowing your exhausted lungs to take a deep deep breath of oxygen.
Easier said than done, especially in a big city like the one you’re living in—you’ve said goodbye to healthy and regular meals due to lack of time caused by your studies. 
So, that’s why you’re very much grateful to have a friend like Minho. You help him with studying for your shared finance and macro economic classes, whereas he always invites you for food and drinks. He can be glad to be born in a richer family, allowing him to not think twice about every won he spends. But he doesn’t necessarily show it, he doesn’t brag about his money nor status.
“Y/N, it’s okay,” Minho says. You’re almost at your destination by now and the subway is getting more and more crowded, barely fitting any new people. “Just be careful and ring the bell when you’re here, yeah?”
That’s what you do once you’re standing in front of the modern apartment building. The sun is still setting early—after all it’s just the beginning of the year and the semester. It explains a lot about your current lack of motivation, but hopefully both Minho and the two cups of coffee that you’re balancing between three fingers will soothe your mood.
“You’re finally here,” your friend announces once you flaunt into his spacious place. You’re greeted with the huge living room, the scent of lavender lingering in the air. 
“Sorry it took me so long, Min.”
You take a seat at the long dining table right next to him. He’s already got everything prepared—the study supplies including several electronic devices, sheets of paper, highlighters and pens, snacks such as a tray filled with fresh fruits, detox water and juice, as well as the infamous smirk on his face.
“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ve got enough time, yeah? This just means you have to tutor me faster.”
You chuckle, taking a sip from the water. “Or you have to understand the theories quicker.”
Minho flicks the page, getting back to the exercise you last worked on. He can already feel his brain go all foggy at the sight of all the numbers on the paper, threatening to cause him a headache.
“I’ll try my best. I want to impress my talented tutor, you know?”
Especially since it's not the first time he’s throwing in some words that can be taken as a clue for flirting, it is almost embarrassing that you already feel the pace of your heart increasing at his sentence once again. That’s just how Minho is, how he speaks, how he behaves. He’s constantly searching for an excuse to get your attention, subtly adding a few teasing words in between the lines he drops—constantly making you wonder if there’s more than just this bond of friendship between you.
“Don’t worry about me, Min.”
Whereas Minho is embarrassed about the fact his palms always become sweaty whenever you use that specific nickname for him. It makes you seem even cuter, even more innocent. These days, the boy’s dreams are filled with none other than that – corrupting you, shaping you, making you feel good, using you to make himself feel good, worshiping your pretty body.
“Do you get it?”
Eyes wide open. Escaping the zoned out state. Fuck. You probably have noticed.
“Can you explain one more time?” He asks. His voice is quiet but you mistake it for lack of focus. You haven’t noticed.
“Of course. How about a break after that? I really need it.”
Ever since he met you last semester, Minho has been having some type of crush on you which he just can’t seem to get rid off. He almost feels embarrassed about it, but that’s just how it is now. The tutoring lessons both make it better and worse, this way he can spend some time with you but also feel himself getting more and more insane because of it.
“Sure,” he says, bringing his focus back to the current exercise.
🌷
Indian takeout is your choice of today’s study lesson’s retreat—Minho made you decide and, of course, invited you. The vegetable curry you’ve ordered smells delicious, letting your taste buds float on cloud nine. The both of you very much deserve it after such a long time of eating up all that finance and historical literature, your vision blurry from focusing on black letters swimming on cream white paper sheets.
“Do you like it?” Minho asks, handing you some more of the naan bread—the one with the cheese filling. You haven’t tried it before, but your liking for it is increasing.
“Yes! A lot. Thank you again. Next time I am–“
“No, no, no. You’re not. Y/N, you’re such a big help for me. That’s the least I can do.”
You nod, continuing with the bite you’ve carefully laid on your spoon. The cold breath from your mouth sinks the temperature of the meal, making it easier to swallow the spice. 
“Yo, did you order some for me too, Minho?”
There’s that certain obnoxious voice that fills the room again, the one that’s the reason why Minho has to scream on the phone with you all time to drown him out. He’s loud, he’s quiet, he’s vivacious, he’s introverted, he’s lazy, he’s hard working. But all in all—he’s his roommate, Han Jisung.
He’s your friend, too, but you’re closer with Minho. The three of you often hang out whenever you’re done studying. You’d like to get to know the younger one more, as you seem to share some interests and general habits, but perhaps both of you are too introverted or shy to propose that idea. Still, whenever Minho is around, his roommate turns into a confidence filled goofball that loves nothing more than talking and teasing—especially your study partner and sometimes you.
“It’s too much, you can have some,” Minho tells him without meeting his eyes.
Jisung scoffs. You still haven’t looked at him or rather he hasn’t replied to your glances, pretending you’re not in the same room as him. He sometimes does that. In the back of your mind you are wondering if that’s to make you crave his attention but then you remember it’s time to take your anti-delululu pills and stop believing he’s got a crush on you.
“Do you think I’m a pig who wants to eat your leftovers?”
Minho shakes his head and you witness his eyes rolling to the back of it. “Whatever. Take it or leave it.”
Jisung decides against the latter option. He sits down at the table, choosing the chair directly between his roommate and you.
“Hey, Y/N, how’s it going?” Jisung asks you, speaking to you for the first time that evening. He’s got his hair grown out, the black waves dangling down almost to his shoulders and the sweatpants and shirt indicating he’s just gotten back from another producing session. Yes, your friend has a little music group—or whatever the hell you wanna call it—named 3RACHA, that is pretty famous on campus.
“I’m fine, how’re you?”
He nods and takes a bite from the naan bread, dipping it in the chutney before and once the taste spreads over his tongue he hums a sweet melody.
“Did you choose the food? And Minho paid?”
You’re caught off guard. Now you really feel like a burden. Even though Minho has explicitly invited you, coming off as a gold digger is the last thing you want to be perceived as. But this might be the case here. Jisung has often caught you eating food after study lessons with his roommate so perhaps that’s what he perceives.
“No, it’s just– that’s his tactic with every person he wants to fuck,” Jisung smirks.
What?
You poke a bit around in your food, taking your anxiety out on the cauliflower, unsure what to respond. But you’re sure about this. Minho isn’t just inviting you to get his hands under your skirt. You wouldn’t decline an offer though. But he isn’t interested in you that way. He definitely isn’t. Earth to brain, shut the fuck–
“Don’t listen to him, Y/N. Jisung is just teasing you at my cost.”
But Minho is not sure about this. He does want to fuck you, yes. Sensually. Rough. Passionately. Deep. Hard. But that’s not the reason he’s paying for your food. He’s just being a gentleman and would do it nonetheless. He’s highly grateful for your help, seriously.
“Well,” Jisung starts again, “in case you ever need someone to take care of you, you know that my room is upstairs, baby.”
You want to roll your eyes and scold him but instead a scratching feeling erupts inside your throat once your body mistakes your lungs for your esophagus, making you choke on that stupid piece of cauliflower. Blood rushes up to your head, tears are pricking on your lower lash line. But Minho is fast to hand you a napkin and your glass of water.
He gives a small smack on your back, hoping to help you with the ongoing fight with your body. But said body and mind are entering another quest right now – the idea of how his hands would feel colliding somewhere else with your very much naked skin. A spank on your thigh, on your ass, on your pussy–
“Are you good again?”
Fucking embarrassing. Especially when you witness Jisung’s mischievous smirk on his face.
“Yeah, thank you.”
🌷
You find yourself in Minho’s bedroom upstairs now. For another quick study session though. It’s the first time you’re in his private space here, since the two of you usually study either in the living room or meet up in the library right after your classes. There’s no particular reason for him not bringing you here earlier—despite the fact it’s easier to focus and study when sitting on a big dining table with a somewhat okay posture. Your body now located on his bed, your spine rather equals the shape of a shrimp.
There’s a particular reason for him to bring you upstairs especially now, though. Jisung has invited some friends spontaneously, occupying the living space with both a group of people and his obnoxiously loud voice—you are so gonna bring a sound-level measuring device with you next time.
Although, if you are completely honest—you don’t own such an instrument and there’s got to be another way to find out who is—
Oh. No, no, no. Brain, please don’t go there. Barricade the impulsive thoughts now. Build a wall, a really thick wall. Shut the fuck up. You know exactly where these spirals of ideas guide you to—it’s nothing new after all. You’ve been having alarmingly risky fantasies these past weeks and you blame it on the upcoming finals season that they at some point developed into actual dreams. Unfortunately, the evolutionary step of them turning into reality has been failing to materialise so far.
“Why do they make us learn some physics formulas?” Minho sighs out of the blue.
Well, it’s not entirely out of the blue. You simply haven’t been paying attention to any sounds coming out of his mouth since your mind is focused on the way his lips are moving and you feel awful for it. Say thank you to the stress and the lack of intimacy in your life lately.
“The professor has a PhD in physics,” you explain, rolling your eyes. Bring back your fucking focus to the present, Y/N. It’s getting embarrassing. But are you really here to be blamed when Minho looks this good? You’re convinced he’s the reincarnation of some Greek God, just put here on earth to mess with your head while you should be paying attention to some calculations you will never need in life again after you—hopefully—passed this stupid exam.
Minho lets out a piled up lump of air, as his head falls back in exhaustion. “Surprising. Not.” He closes his eyes and with the position he’s in, you can see his Adam's apple, the light from his nightstand table falling right onto it. Life is so unfair.
“You okay, Y/N?”
Your breath hitches.
Has he noticed you ogling him? He probably has. But who the fuck looks so perfect while doing exactly nothing? You can’t be blamed here, right? You solely have eyes and Minho got into the view of them.
“I-I’m fine, sure,” you say with a suppressed giggle that emphasises your embarrassment.
“You’re sitting there like a shrimp, by the way.” He suddenly stands up from his seat, taking long strides towards his bed where you are sitting, crawled under a blanket he gave you some minutes ago. “No offence though. It’s just not good for your back.”
The worst thing is. He’s right. You’re still simping for him in your head while Minho points out how bad your posture is. You entered a new level of awkwardness now. Great.
“Oh, that’s where the pain is coming from,” you shyly reply with a chuckle, quickly sitting upright but this doesn’t lessen the discomfort in your upper body.
Your friend sits down and scoots closer, before he tilts his head, “You’re in pain and not realising it’s from your awful posture?” A laugh spills from his lips. 
“Hey, don’t bully my posture, Lee,” you reply, scrunching your eyebrows together while a faux pout appears on your face. You cross your arms in front of your chest, pretending to be offended.
“I am just speaking the truth, it’s not my problem you can’t handle criticism, princess,” he teases you further, clicking his tongue.
Princess. Oh, god. This is getting out of control quickly. At lightning speed, to be precise. You’re aware he doesn’t mean it in a flirty way—for what you know, he may just call you a diva instead. 
“Want me to do something about it? I can massage you, if you like–“
Your eyes are widening and your mouth immediately falls agape.
“Sorry, that was a bit straightforward, I know how you are with physical touch and all and I’m–“
“That would be great. My body is really sore just from sitting all the time,” you explain.
There’s nothing wrong about it, right?
You’re just two stressed friends that are caught up in a busy exam season trying to get through all this. Minho has offered it after all. There’s nothing more behind it. He just likes you platonically. Unfortunately. But that you are sure of. Otherwise, he would have already made a move.
“Then, turn around. Or—wait—maybe lay down on your stomach? Is that alright with you?”
You’re gonna go insane at any second. “Sure.”
You do as you’re told, shifting in your position before you roll over and lie flat on your belly. Minho hopes you don’t notice the fact that he’s staring at your ass for a bit too long but fortunately you’re already turned around and therefore can’t see him. Your face is tilted to the side, as your head is attached to your hands that are crossed and laying flat against the bed underneath you. You hope you don’t fall asleep in this very comfortable position until the weight of the mattress shifts and you feel two legs dip into it right next to you.
Your friend is sitting on top of you, his crotch almost pressed against your ass and he’s praying to all the Gods he can think of so that you don’t notice the hard on he’s starting to sport inside his pants. Minho is quite sure now that this wasn’t the smartest idea he’s had in a while but he’s thinking a bit too much with his dick whenever you are near.
He gets into a comfortable position, right before his hands land on the middle of your back.
“Are you ready, Y/N?”
You nod, “Y-Yeah. Just start whenever you feel like it.”
He begins with slow movements, trying to get to know your body as much as it’s appropriate. It’s a shame you’re still wearing clothes but he gets that you wouldn’t just go naked for him to get massaged. At least not yet. You’re not at that stage of your friendship and whatever it evolves too. But for now, Minho will take everything he can get and won’t complain in the slightest. This is heaven on earth. The outlines of your curves, the soft flesh that his fingertips are touching—separated by a few layers of fabric but who cares.
It feels so damn good to have Minho’s hands roaming all over you. It does help you a lot with your back pain but unfortunately—and you hope it won’t be noticeable anytime soon—your panties are going damp from all the arousal that is gushing into them. The way Minho leans forwards, rubbing over your ass with—what you expected to be—his growing erection makes you feel all dizzy.
Is he really getting turned on by this? Because you are, too, and if he’d slip his hands under your shirt, rip down the rest of your clothes and ask you all nicely, you’d allow him to bury his cock deep inside your hole. That you are sure of. That’s also not a new fantasy of yours, after all.
Fuck. Bring back your focus to the present. Minho is just a man and this doesn’t mean he wants you too. It’s just his body reacting to something very natural, right?
“God, I’m really stiff, huh?” you ask, laughing a little about yourself. 
Yeah and I’ll get a bit too stiff down there too if you don’t stop moaning like that, Minho thinks, rolling his eyes to the back of his head. But he keeps going. Those soothing motions continue, making you relax under his gentle touch.
“Fuck—so sorry for the sounds I make,” you grunt, a sweet little chuckle slipping right between those animalistic noises, “but it feels too damn good. You should do this professionally, Min.”
“No, I’d rather keep my skills reserved for you only,” he says, clicking his tongue.
You gulp but then his thumbs dig into the soft flesh again and you’re hit with another one of those crazy sensations that makes it impossible to focus on anything else. Another moan spills from your lips and you hear the alarm bells ringing, telling you to rather stop this.
But you do want Minho. In any way possible. However, you still have an appointment with your roommate and friend Chaeryeong which you suddenly remember, that you really shouldn’t miss.
Okay, and perhaps you’re a little bit of a coward. Although you don’t know why. Minho would make you feel so good, that you are sure of. But perhaps you aren’t ready yet to face the big question of what happens after this considering your great friendship. You know that there’s more than this coming from your side but then again you also catch yourself thinking about his roommate in the same way on a daily basis and you feel awful for playing with their emotions like this in your mind.
“Shit, okay… I feel a lot better already. Thank you so much for this,” you suddenly say and Minho’s motions come to a halt.
He can tell that you got cold feet but he won’t question it. Your friend gets up again and gives you enough space to stand back on your feet, too.
“No need to thank me, princess. Anything for you, yeah?” he says with another one of those winks because he just can’t hold back.
You get all shy, grabbing your stuff and heading towards the door. He follows you to the exit of his bedroom, before you say, “I think… I should go. I am meeting up with Chaeryeong at home in half an hour .”
“Of course. I can bring you home,” Minho says.
“It’s okay, Min. No worries,” you reply.
He gets a bit closer but your distracted brain soon grasps that he only wants to properly say goodbye to you. Minho pulls you into a hug then—a bit longer than usual which is very unusual for someone like him—while he whispers into your ear, “Text me when you’re back home and all. Thank you again for today.”
“I will. Promise. And no worries.”
You let go again and give him a last shy smile, praying he doesn’t notice how startled you are and how much heat has risen up to your head but you are sure you’re doing the worst job at hiding it.
Walking down the stairs, you almost trip all over your own feet until you make it to the entrance door of the ridiculously huge apartment.
“Y/N, you’re already going home?” Jisung says, when you walk right into his vision.
You’ve managed to get to the door, your hand almost seizing the knob but the other one of the two roommates decides to mess with your head by talking to you now too. Yes, it’s just talking. But you’re still so startled from what happened just minutes ago and the fact that Jisung changed into some tank top, showing off his muscly shoulders and arms doesn’t make it any easier for you.
“Yeah,” you tell him, giving him a small smile.
“And my roommate isn’t bringing you home?” he asks, eyebrow raised up and his head tilted.
You shake your head, “He offered it. But I have another study session with Chaeryeong, my roommate. It’s alright and not dark outside yet.”
“Okay. I wanted to ask you something if you still got a minute,” he adds.
“Sure.”
Jisung reaches inside his pants pockets with his hands, getting a bit shy now for whatever reason.
“You’re tutoring Minho in economics, right?”
“Yeah, I do,” you reply, getting a bit confused. Jisung knows exactly what his roommate and you are studying, why is he asking that now?
“Great,” he speaks again. “For whatever dumb reason I chose an economics class this semester and I am struggling. Would it be too much to ask for help from you? I think one or two hours for reminiscing will be enough but I also get if you got too much going on–“
“Oh, no. It’s fine!”
“Ah, you’re an angel. My guardian angel, if you will. I can text you later and we can discuss the details,” he proposes.
“Yeah, of course,” you say with a bright smile.
God, how he adores those. Jisung could straight away melt and turn into a puddle. That’s the issue. His teasing and talking and bad excuse of flirting sometimes isn’t just because he’d love to have you on top of him, bouncing on his dick while your nails are gripping into the flesh on his back and you’re dearly struggling not to cum for yet another time—no, it’s more than that. He absolutely adores you and likes having you in his life, although he’s not as close with you as Minho is. But he can change that and this is the first step.
“Perfect. Can I pay you somehow?”
You look at him confused, once again, “No, it’s fine! No worries about that. You’re my friend. I won’t take any money from you.”
“No, I’m gonna repay you. I promise. Get back home safe,” he tells you and you decide against arguing with him at least for now.
“Have a nice evening, Jisung.”
🌷
When you arrive at your student apartment, your roommate isn’t there yet. So, you drop down your bag and freshen up a little in the bathroom before you prepare everything for Chaeryeong and you.
Sitting down on the dining table in the little kitchen living room thingy you share, you grab out your phone and notice a message sent to you by your roommate.
[Chaereyong, 19:55]: I’ll be there in a few minutes! I’m bringing iced coffee and cake with me so please forgive me my dear!! 🫶🏻
You chuckle to yourself and quickly text her back, before you open the chat with your other study partner and newly found massage expert.
[You, 20:02]: Made it home :) Thanks for the food again!!
Is this message too much? Too little? You are still so absolutely confused and startled about what happened back then. You were dangerously close to having your good friend take the stress off your body in very different, pretty much forbidden ways. Well, don’t make it sound as if you are caught in a bad remake of Romeo and Juliet. The forbidden part is solely your inability to face your own feelings that you have for your good friend.
A reply from him awakens you from your spiral of thoughts.
[Minho, 20:05]: Thank you for helping me with studying, Y/N. Have a nice evening 🩷
You quickly answer.
[You, 20:07]: You too Min 🩷
You are fast to place your device away until you receive another message.
[Jisung, 20:08]: hey, my guardian angel 👼 do you have some time tomorrow afternoon? my exam is already next week and it’s killing me 😩
You laugh a little, both about him calling you his guardian angel and the difference in the way he texts compared to Minho.
[You, 20:09]: yeah, sure!! At 15:00?
You watch the screen until you receive two texts within a few seconds.
[Jisung, 20:10]: it’s a date then ;) looking forward to it thank you again 
[Jisung, 20:10]: *study date xd 
Well played, Jisung. Not obvious at all.
[You, 20:11]: see you tomorrow :)
The door opens and Chaeryeong enters right before you get the last message.
[Jisung, 20:11]: see u tomorrow , Y/N 😌
🌷
“So, should we just start with the basic concepts?”
You find yourself inside Jisung’s bedroom upstairs, currently helping him with the issues that are occupying his head when someone mentions the word ‘economics’. There’s a huge amount of food and snacks here, as well as your favourite drink from your favourite cafe near their apartment building—a small thank you because you are tutoring Jisung.
He’s leaning against the chair, you’re sitting right beside him but something tells you that he is focusing on anything but the studying happening in front of him.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, wrinkling his nose when he sees the numbers and letters that are becoming a total blur in front of his eyes. No, this whole study date wasn’t just some cheap ploy to get your attention but it’s a welcomed side effect. However, it’s also a great way to lose attention about what’s really important over and over again.
But there’s just something about you that makes his heart race as if he’s an astronaut, as stupid as it sounds. Whenever you look at him, talk back at one of those silly things he says, his pulse quickens up to a ridiculous speed. Jisung is caught in a dilemma whenever he comes home and finds you studying in the living room with Minho.
On one hand, each day that he gets to see you automatically turns into his favourite day of the week. But on the other hand, the fact that you spend so much time with his roommate makes him jealous.
He knows he isn’t in a position to feel that way, you’re just friends after all and you’re kinda closer to Minho as well, given that you are the same age and happen to major in the same subject. Still, he can’t fight those dumb little feelings that take over him whenever you are near.
Studying with Jisung has two perks for you. First—very simple—it helps you revise the material for your own exam, given the fact that your friend’s test paper will be about the basic stuff to which you are taking an advanced course this semester. Second—rather complicated—you can spend some time with him. In his room. Being close to him. Having an excuse to stare at him for a little too long while studying and just blame it on the fact that you want to make sure he’s understood everything based on his mimics.
Oh, Y/N, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into here?
Who on earth likes two of their friends that also happen to be roommates at the same time? It couldn’t get any more heart wrenching, could it?
Well, there is no drama yet and you won’t create any of it. Although this means you have to hold back and won’t engage with any of them despite what you really want. It was already unbearable to refrain from taking another step when Minho massaged you yesterday. You’re unsure if you will be able to withstand any of your inner desires when being in a room with Jisung for too long.
However, tutoring goes fine and your friend seems to understand what you’re trying to explain to him. You get a lot of exercises done, repeating all the terminology he needs to know and after two hours, he tells you that this will be enough for today and you agree.
“Do you have any more questions?” you ask, bringing your eyes back to one of the papers in front of you.
“Hmm, are you and Minho dating?”
Okay, screw that. You’re seriously not sure how your heart is gonna survive this. Is he perhaps jealous? Nah, you doubt that. This is just typical Jisung behaviour, searching for anything to tease you.
“I was referring to the topics of your exam…” you say, hastily blinking, and trying to not entirely lose your mind. He’s just messing with you. That’s all.
“And I was referring to my roommate and you. I heard cute little moans coming from his room the other day when you were over,” Jisung adds, clicking his tongue.
That–
Okay, calm down, Y/N. Calm down.
“That was… we didn’t–“
“Yeah, I’m sure you didn’t,” he says with a wink. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m fine with sharing, you know?”
You look at him dumbfounded. Are you still so sure he’s just teasing you?
“Sharing?”
“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t make me beg you to give me your TMI, Y/N,” Jisung whispers with a pout.
The room suddenly feels one hundred degrees hotter and tinier, as if supernatural forces are pushing you closer to him but in reality neither Jisung nor you have moved even a centimetre.
But you can’t go down that road. Although you want to. You want both of them and you know this isn’t gonna be easy. Which is why you need to stop all this before it even starts.
Right.
“I… yeah, I know what you mean… but we can’t. We’re friends, Jisung. I value that a lot.”
Or perhaps you’re just a coward. And a lot scared to mess things up because you might lose both of them. God, why do you always need to overthink everything to this extent?
“Yeah, me too. But this doesn’t have to hold us back from following what we both truly crave,” Jisung says, his voice dropping lower by an octave.
You gulp, “What do we crave?”
You know exactly what he means. You’re just playing dumb now to give your head, heart and that arousal erupting in your lower stomach some break. Focus, Y/N. Focus.
“Well, I can only speak for myself but I love the way you look at me whenever I tease you. Or whenever my hand subtly grazes over your body like this,” Jisung brings his fingertips to your thigh, wandering over your pants but stopping right before something happens that you both might regret—despite the animalistic urge inside you, “I dream a bit too often about what it would be like to have you in my lap, you staring right down at me, grinding over me and—fuck, since when am I so confident talking about this?”
Jisung suddenly pulls his hand away when he remembers where he is and with who and what he just spoke out loud. You’re gonna think he’s a total perv now.
But all you do is chuckle and say, “I don’t know, I’m surprised too. But I like it, Ji.”
You like it.
You like it.
Then where’s the issue?
“So, what’s holding you back?”
“It's… well…” you can’t really find the words.
“Everything’s okay. I’m not making you choose. There’s no pressure ever, yeah? If this makes you uncomfortable, just forget that this conversation has ever happened.”
He slows down a bit. Stressing you out is the last thing he wants. You’re friends after all and your well being is what comes first here.
“Okay… I feel so bad about it but…”
He sighs, “It’s about Minho, isn’t it?”
“Y-Yeah.”
Surprise.
Of course his older friend and roommate is what’s letting those second guesses appear in your head. He should have known and secretly he has.
“It’s fine, I get it,” Jisung says, nodding.
“I just need some time to think,” you admit.
“It’s alright, really,” he repeats.
You give him a smile and stand up, taking a quick glimpse at your phone and the clock on the screen that reads five in the afternoon. Fuck. You almost forgot that you still have to pick up a package from the post office. Caught in your exam stress, you spend a little too much money on useless stuff the other night when you were shopping online out of frustration. But it’s okay. You can always send it back.
“Thank you again for everything, Y/N. I’ll see you again tomorrow?”
Right. Tomorrow. Same place. Same time. And after that another study session with Minho.
“Of course! See you tomorrow,” you say, as Jisung pulls you into a quick hug that lasts a little longer than usual before you leave his room and walk down the stairs.
You’ve managed to get to the door, your hand almost seizing the knob but the other one of the two roommates decides to mess with your head by intercepting you. Minho is suddenly standing there, looking at you with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He’s wearing a tank top just like Jisung did yesterday and for a second you wonder if they planned this.
“Oh, hey, Min! I didn’t know you were here,” you shyly greet him as you awkwardly wave.
“Ditto. Have I missed something?”
His head is tilted, as he looks right at you.
You shake your head no, “Oh, no. I just helped Jisung a little with his upcoming exam, that’s all.”
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow evening for another study session?”
“Of course!”
And faster than he’s able to add anything, you’re already rushing out that front door.
🌷
Only when you make it back home, your heart drops down its pace enough for you to take in your surroundings and all the noises a student apartment building offers.
What the hell was that?
Oh, right. Your stupid heart. Making everything worse than it already is.
You’re caught in a real dilemma although you are sure by now that you’re the one who is complicating things by a thousand levels. Unfortunately, not one of the character traits you are proud of.
Chaeryeong isn’t back yet, probably still at work but you know that you can’t just sit here now after that steamy study flirting session with Jisung and running right into Minho on your way out after that massage yesterday. You’re wondering if they are aware of the fact you find them both attractive. Hell, they probably know. You don’t quite do a good job at hiding it and everything makes you feel as if they might reciprocate those complicated feelings you have for them.
Fuck. What should you do?
One thing is sure—you can’t stay here and wait for your roommate. Of course, Chaeryeong is the best friend you can have but on top of all the stress she’s going through right now you don’t want to add on to this. Some introverted time will do. Get out. Do something to distract you. Right.
You change into different clothes and grab a thicker jacket, before you reach for your bag again, leave the apartment and lock the door.
In order to deal with this situation you are left with a few options that feel right to you.
First, you could go to the library, perhaps wait a few hours there for Chaeryeong and get more studying done or simply read a book or watch Netflix. This has always helped to distract you.
Another idea would be to take a walk in the park since it’s still sunny and warm outside and perhaps get some drink like a coffee or a matcha latte on your way, just letting your thoughts free and coming up with a solution.
However, you could also head back to Minho’s and Jisung’s apartment now instead of tomorrow and discuss things. But then again, you’re not quite sure if you’re bold enough for that and if it’ll lead you anywhere.
Fuck, this is more complicated than it should be. But it’s time to make a decision. Will you go to the library to distract yourself, take a walk in the park or visit Minho’s and Jisung’s apartment?
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