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seventeenreasonswhy · 4 months ago

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Same Team! A YJH Office Romance Pt. 1

Idol!Jeonghan x ProductionStaff!Reader

You’re serious about your job, but not as serious as Yoon Jeonghan is about flirting.

Part 1: ~2k words, Part 2

Series Content: slooowwwwww burn, fluff!, cute flirting!, will-they-won’t-they vibes!, tension!!, office crushes, office romance, appearances by all of the members, reader is shy and gets flustered easily!, jeonghan is jeonghan-ing!

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Author’s Note: This is just Part 1! Not sure how long this series is going to be, but I promise there will be smut eventually lol! I just got into the head of this MC and wanted to create a tense, flirty coworker dynamic with Yoon Jeonghan, the prettiest man alive! Also, I should mention that the representation of Koreans in this chapter is completely fictional and in now way representative of how actual Korean people feel about foreign coworkers! It’s a little K-Drama “ice queen” trope, sorry! I hope you enjoy! 😊

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If you had known there was going to be so much paperwork involved, you would have just printed and signed everything ahead of time. But they had mentioned that the in-person onboarding was required.

“Sign here,” the onboarding representative pointed to various lines for your signature.

Payment, discretion, benefits... the contract was airtight.

That’s the K-Pop industry for you, you thought as you diligently scanned through each line. You could feel the other new hires at the onboarding getting restless.

“Sorry,” you said to the room, “I’m kind of slow at reading Korean.” You could practically smell the mixture of surprise and annoyance coming from the others seated around the long conference table. If you were being honest, you knew that your Korean was pretty good. (Not that you’d ever admit it out loud!)

“Wow, you speak pretty well,” the onboarding representative said.

“Thank you,” you smiled politely.

“Is she pretty, too?” you heard the woman seated across from you mutter to the woman on her right, eliciting a soft giggle. You caught her eye for a moment, smiling, but she looked away quickly.

You had to remember that small gestures you considered normal in the States might come off as rude or overly familiar. You focused again on the contract in front of you, trying not to mind whether you were the last one to finish signing.

“Once everyone is done signing everything, we’ll take you on a tour of the building, and we’ll end the day by swinging by the practice room and meeting the members.” The onboarding representative clapped his hands cheerfully, and everyone stood, bowing and shaking each other’s hands as they left the room. You were selected to go with the second tour group, with the two women seated across from you and another young man. You were all new “executive production staff” and would be sharing a four-desk cubicle.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N,” you said, bowing politely to your new colleagues. They greeted you politely, if a little stiffly. The two women seemed to know each other already and were sticking together. The young guy was typing rapidly into a messaging app on his phone.

“Um,” one of the women said in a timid voice, directed at you.

“...Yes?” you asked as politely and as gently as possible.

“Where are you from?” The other woman asked more boldly. You noted that she didn’t use polite speech.

“I grew up in <hometown>, in the U.S.,” you answered politely, deciding to ignore this woman’s attitude.

“What are you doing here? Don’t they have plenty of production jobs in the States?” she asked in English.

Ah, she’s gonna be a tough nut to crack. You anticipated some culture-clashing and were prepared to answer any questions or handle any tension that might arise. You wanted to be prepared, so you had done your best to study the culture before moving, talking to friends whose parents were from Korea and reading books about Korean history and social norms. And by watching (probably too many) TikToks. But, you had focused most of your energy on learning the language.

But the fact still remained: you were the outsider here.

“Fluent English speakers are in high demand, after all,” you tried to answer as smoothly as you could in English.

“Jiyeon-shi,” the woman’s friend gently hit her arm, her tone both amused and chiding. The woman, “Jiyeon,” just stared at you, her expression smug.

“Well, don’t expect to turn Korean just because you got a job here and use our skincare routine,” she said, her words laced with venom. Ah, she’s speaking Korean again, you noted.

“I would never presume such a thing. I look forward to working with you,” you bowed deeply. Kwon Jiyeon scoffed just before the four of you were guided toward the office floor.

“This is where you’ll be working,” the tour guide, a young woman wearing a face mask and glasses, gestured to a partitioned-off space in a sea of similar cubicles. “You’ll likely not spend much time at your desk, but please make yourselves comfortable.” She directed you and the others to the staff kitchen, the lounge, the row of conference rooms that needed to be booked at least two days in advance, the company cafeteria, the courtyard on the roof, the editing bays, and finally, you were at the practice rooms.

“This is where various groups and their performance coaches and choreographers can be found,” the tour guide said. You could feel the bass of a song pulsating through the walls and could see tight groups of dancers practicing in the mirror through the small windows in the doors to the spacious, sprung-floored rooms.

You were assigned to exclusively work with the group SEVENTEEN, probably the number one K-Pop group in the world at the moment. You felt unbelievably lucky to have gotten the gig. You were fully expecting to work with idols who hadn’t even debuted yet, but the interviewer was so impressed with your experience in the American music industry—and the way you picked up the language quickly—that he felt it would be a waste of your talent to send you to a group that could disband in a couple of years.

“Okay, it looks like they’re about to take a break,” the tour guide said before facing the four of you. “Listen, the members are very polite and kind, but please respect their privacy and their position at all times. This is meant to be a formal meeting, so please remember to be professional.”

Interesting warning, you thought. You figured there had probably been incidents with staff in the past. You could imagine. There was a lot asked of the idols in this industry. Not to mention they were all gorgeous. You hoped they wouldn’t be uncomfortable working with you. Jiyeon and her friend (“Daein” you learned) were visibly flustered. You averted your eyes, trying to focus on your breathing. I can’t get nervous, you thought, these are going to be my colleagues.

The tour guide opened the door, and the four of you filed into the studio. The atmosphere was rowdier than you expected, and more crowded.

So many people around just for a dance rehearsal? Or is it just open studio time?

There were a group of girls, one in a folding chair, the others sitting or stretching on the floor nearby, facing away from the mirrors. A group of guys on the far end of the studio, some of them even snacking, some of them talking to each other or into a camera, held by some other young person wearing a face mask. All the while, music was playing at the far end of the studio, and there they were.

Well, some of them.

You felt your stomach flip.

Well, you couldn’t imagine not reacting to them, right? They were famous. And... you didn’t know how to describe it. Standing there, next to this wary Jiyeon and her follower, Daein, and the other young guy on your tour whose name you already forgot... and the nice tour guide, and the staff in the corner she was talking to...

Somehow they all just disappeared, and you were watching the group of men in the middle of the hard studio floor, dancing in perfect sync to the music.

So this is what it’s like to be in the presence of real celebrities, was all you could think.

Your heart was pounding like crazy. You could tell that your face was probably beet red. You tried to breath.

They’re ...boys, really—you told yourself. You’d learned that age was important in Korea. You’d also learned that you were a year older than the group’s oldest member.

Seungcheol, you remembered. That was his name.

... A pretty name.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of their dancing, until suddenly the music died down.

“What, what!”

“Hey!”

“Why are we stopping?”

A flurry of protests came from these men (—boys), and the tour guide clapped her hands together.

“We apologize for the interruption,” she bowed to the group, now paying attention to her—and facing in the direction of where you’d entered the studio, facing the four of you.

“We’d like to take just a quick moment to introduce you to these four new executive production staff that will be working with you from today. They are the sharpest and most creative candidates, and some are even coming from overseas. Please let me introduce...” she gestured to each of us, gave us a moment to bow, and tell these ... men ... that we looked forward to working hard together.

You realized there were only eight of them standing there in front of you. It didn’t feel real. ...Aren’t there thirteen of them? you wondered.

And then, as if summoned, three more of them appeared from the other side of the long room—the boys who you’d seen talking into a camera. You involuntarily caught eyes with one of them, briefly. He bowed slightly, his kind eyes crinkling.

Cute... you thought involuntarily, quickly averting your eyes and bowing slightly.

You recognized him. “Joshua.” His Korean name was “Hong Jisoo.” You wondered what to call him... You’d both lived in America, right? “Joshua” was fine, right?

“And this is Y/N, coming to us from the United States,” the tour guide said. You snapped out of it, turning to the members and bowing quickly, unable to look at them directly to see their reactions.

“It’s nice to meet all of you!”

Fuck, I sound so nervous. What the hell...

“Nice to meet you!”

“Thank you for being here!”

“Whoa, you’re American!”

“Do you speak Korean?”

“Really? Wow!”

“Wait, you know Korean?”

“We go to America all the time.”

Again, a flurry of words flew from the crowd of boys. You don’t really realize until you’re in front of this many people, but 13 is a lot... you continued to stare nowhere in particular, just avoiding their faces. But even judging by their feet, there were still only 11 of them.

As Jiyeon and the young man—who had finally put his phone away—bowed shyly and exchanged some words with a couple of the members... from what you could tell... That one must be “Hoshi”... a surprisingly average-height man with bleached blonde hair and a baggy hoodie on, speaking politely with Jiyeon, who was covering half of her face with her hand.

“Nice to meet you.” A velvety voice came from right next to you, and you jumped a little in spite of yourself before turning to face the most angelic looking man you’d ever seen in your life—grinning softly and staring right at you. You managed just a fraction of a second of eye contact before averting your gaze, positive that your face was flushed and Yoon Jeonghan could absolutely tell.

“Nice to meet you.” You bowed, suddenly conscious of every tiny gesture you were making, wondering if you shouldn’t have worn your hair down��if a ponytail or a bun would have looked more polished, or maybe you chose the wrong outfit, the wrong shoes...

“Thank you for your work,” another voice came from next to Jeonghan, and you turned and bowed. It was Seungcheol, the leader. He looked spectacular up close. They all did. It was like they weren’t even real. You couldn’t believe that real people could look so stunning, just casually.

Jeonghan and Seungcheol joined the other members, and everyone exchanged greetings before gradually returning to practice.

You couldn’t help but look at him again. He was so beautiful. You’d never seen someone like him before. Your heart was hammering in your chest. You didn’t even care how red your face probably was. How he had such a beautiful face, and a slight build... but he looked so strong at the same time. You glanced in his direction before the tour guide rounded you up again to leave for the day.

But he was already looking right at you.

It was too unbelievable for you to look away...

“Welcome,” he mouthed at you, smiling as you were led out of the room—completely speechless.

Your eyes stayed locked until you were out of sight.

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tinyhrry · 1 year ago

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Angst

untitled (@avatar-anna)

Grief Pt 2 (@avatar-anna)

The Maid of Honour & The Best Man (@musicforastylesrestaurant)

Why Dont U Love Me? Pt 2 (@alltheloveflowerh)

The Boxer Pt 2 (@ever-since-kiwi)

I wish you were the one who told me (@meetevieinthehallway)

Commitment Pt 2 (@harry-writings)

Friends before fans (@finelinevogue)

Take my money (@gucciharrywritings)

Destiny (@freedomfireflies)

Thick and Thin (@theonewiththefanfics)

Reconcile (@talesofstyles)

High (@harryisalrightig)

Champagne Problems (@allyouneedisbuck)

Love you goodbye (@atharryshouse)

Canyon moon (@gucciwins)

She can see we're lonely down here (@violetsandfluff)

A small phone call (@twohearts-hs)

Trust (@shroombloomm)

Pull me in (@hunflowers)

Just called to say I love u (@avatar-anna)

Better Man (@avatar-anna)

In sickness and in health (@talesofstyles)

Failure (@avatar-anna)

to love someone (@ineffablywriting)

Second (@missmielyhoran)

you are the love of my life (@finelinevogue)

worst daddy ever (@whitemancumslut)

future gf (@avatar-anna)

rivals (@avatar-anna)

interesting (@goldsainz)

Fluff

birthday boy (@finelinevogue)

drive my car (@mulledcherrywine)

No guarantee (@allofurlove)

Girl Gone Live (@avatar-anna)

When in Rome (@finelinevogue)

Drama Queen (@sunflowerkiwis)

Wardrobe Malfunction (@watchmegetobsessed)

Drunk on a wedding (@harryyskiwii)

Favorite Holiday (@tsumtsumrry)

Puppy Love (@watchmegetobsessed)

Highschool Lovers (@haaarry)

Class Buddies (@ever-since-kiwi)

Waiting for you (@watchmegetobsessed)

Chubby Cheeks (@jarofstyles)

Bo Peep (@haarrrys)

Anything for his girls (@flwrsforu)

Shoot ur shot (@finelinevogue)

Wouldn't it be nice (@ill-be-your-honey-bri)

Where the world takes you (@havethetimeofyourstyles)

Princess Jasmin (@harrysmimi

New York streets & dreams (@sweet-creature101)

What dreams are made of (@flwrsforu)

Sick on tour (@musicforastylesrestaurant)

At the brits (@hes-writer)

Times you were at Wembley with harry (@harrysfolklore)

Lots of loving (@daaydreamy)

Finally Free (@be-with-me-so-happily)

Before the show (@avatar-anna)

Home (@musicforastylesrestaurant)

Childhood Friends (@harryyskiwii)

In your rainbow paradise (@anabsolutetrainwreck)

Instagram Live (@astranva)

Good job (@daaydreamy)

Love at the coffee shop (@gucciwins)

Interesting enough? (@finelinevogue)

Brother's best friend (@watchmegetobsessed)

We're really funny (@mosh-4)

asking for her hand (@ameliaskdr)

GQ couples quiz (@glitteredrry)

worth the risk (@gucciwins)

Smut

No more games (@watchmegetobsessed)

Better now (@bopbopstyles)

Series

Pregnancy Series (@avatar-anna)

Our Story (@daisyblog)

Songs of hers (@chaoticloving)

Kiss me in the dark (@finelinevogue)

Young dad!harry (@avatar-anna)

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herejusttosufferalong · 4 months ago

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Alright, Tif's live recap part 2...

-they confirmed none of L's other friends were there that they saw

-They said body language (when they've seen them and also in pics) between L and A is "nonexistent." They said their interactions with him had more chemistry than what they saw (lol)

-Said there is no comparison to how he behaves with N and their chemistry. They said it's easy to stay on the ship because the way L is in person with N vs A is so insanely different.

-Compared A to Nadia in the Tomdaya situation

-Tif doesn’t like A, but she gives space for the idea she could be great and he could be really happy (respectful queen lol)

-Thinks things will change once season 4 is filming. They said his longterm/loving relationship with J couldn't make it through season 3 and season 4 will be worse cause they're going to be acting married and in love the whole time. Tif said if she makes it through maybe she's the one and then Maria said or she cares more about the attention (lmao)

-Reiterated we shouldn't follow, like or comment on A's page cause it's what she wants. Fandom is worried she'll go private like J did, but there is no way based on who she is

-Said L liking A from his public page is very purposeful and is basically him claiming her publicly

-Reiterated how unbelievably kind and sweet and shy L is in person. Said he is always kind, but previously had been painfully shy in person (TSOT, Paris in Jan). They think the press tour helped him be more comfortable interacting with fans

-They also think his glow up has changed him and he isn't the cute nerd he used to be (💔), but he also has gotten more confident because of it

-A has started blocking lots of people from her account. They also brought up her deleting comments and posting at the same time as N. Tif was trying to be generous and reasonable about this, but it's clear her reserved opinion of A is headed downhill

-Fan account came in and was blocked, then started making drama on their page about it

When asked about the polaroid she said she thought it was just changed to one of her friends, but she didn't know. When asked if it maybe was another of Luke she responded:

“if she changed the polaroid and it’s Luke again, I’m buying my dress to the wedding. I don’t give a shit”

So lets all pray that it's L on there again lol

I think that's all the most important stuff. There were a lot of repeat questions in the chat that she seemed to purposefully avoid. She said she got a lot of hate after her last couple of lives, so I think she's being really cautious.

It's a shame she is getting hate from her doing the lives

This fandom can be such trash

Again, appreciate you taking notes for the class anon

💜🥃

#this is all opinion #premiere night #drama

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totaldrama-showdowns · 9 months ago

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Round 2 Match 4

Propaganda

Svetlana: svetlana!!!! ^_^

Let’s be real this one’s canon

OUR CANONICALLY TRANS QUEEN!!! VENI, VIDI, VICI, s-VETLANA

Harold: She has the exact same vibe as all those ex-viners and ex-bronies who turned out to be women later in life. Trust me on this.

“Leshawna, I’m transgender” “I know Harold” “I didn’t even tell you which way I’m transgender” “I still knew”

She invented trans women in the total drama canon (/j)

🧨💥🧨💥🧨💥🧨💥🧨🧨💥🧨💥💥💥🧨

she/herold

the obvious winner. which direction? who knows.

That girl is not cis

Self explanatory

that ginger is TRANS

just look at him

He's trans. Which way is a mystery.

harold is transfem to ME and i love that its a kinda popular hc in the td community is that not propaganda enough

Second World Tour aftermath. Need i say more?

its freaking harold what else can i say

#total drama #poll #most transgender showdown #svetlana td #mike td #harold td

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smicksstuff · 2 years ago

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lets go racing in Jeddah! its the second race of the season and it is packed with twice the amount of drama you could have expected! drama unfolds, trophies passed around like hot potato and secrets spilled like red wine on a white dress. what has yn gotten herself into ? is all this worth it ?

read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 here

The PitBox Crew Series

Land of Pizza and Pasta

(f1drivers x yngasly)

a/n: sorry for the google translate french and italian. please note this is a work of fiction.

20 March 2023

yngasly

Jeddah

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yngasly i guess everyone is an aston martin now ?

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fernandoalo_official Vamos Yn !! 💪🏼

yngasly congratulations on P3 !

fernandoalo_official are you sure?

yngasly congrats to george then ?

yngasly someone help this is more confusing then trigonometry 😫

sharl she is so real for this

pierregasly what is with the memes

yngasly arent they cute !! i love Pear Gasly, gonna be your new contact now 😎

pierregasly no why?!

yngasly why not?

pierregasly at least its better than the current one

pedrogaseoso pls tell us what the current one is !! i need to know !!!

yngasly hint: its his spanish name 😉

pedrogaseoso NO WAY !!! MY USERNAME??! i have made it 😍

formulauno can someone tell me where to sign up to be yn’s friend ?

yngaslyfans SAME !!! drop the signups here 😃

charles_leclerc why am i a red flag ?

yngasly gee i dont know charles, maybe the fact that all my dates ditch me the second they find out i know you ? 😤

charles_leclerc well they weren’t good enough anyways 🤷🏻‍♂️

sharl where can i get a bestie like this ?

lancestroll green is definitely a good colour on you!

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lancelot ummm 👀 je suis pardon ? (translation: im sorry?)

f1fandom not another colour debate 😂

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26 March 2023

yngasly

Italy

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yngasly Mi è mancato questo posto! Bello essere tornato ❤️ (translation: i have missed this place! great to be back ! )

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isahernaez come to spain next !! i miss you 😫❤️

yngasly buying my plane ticket to spain after the race!!

carlossainz55 you dont miss me this much 😧

isahernaez i see you too much 🫢

carlossainz55 WOW

isahernaez come on i only see her at races or during breaks ☹️

carlossainz55 fine 😕

isahernaez im planning our date as we speak !! keep a whole day free babes 😘

yngasly you can have the whole week 😉

ybfusername GOD I MISSED YOU SO MUCH !! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

yngasly ME TOO !! 😭😭😭 you need to come to UK next

ybfusername planning my trip to UK rn

landonorris if you need a tour guide, you know who is the best ! 😎

yngasly thanks lando for the offer! @maxfewtrell when are you free ?

landino oh no she did not 😧

maxfewtrell anytime mate! text me and ill bring my chauffeur too 👍🏼 (hint: he drives a mclaren)

quadrantmania not max joining in too

yngasly sounds like a plan 👍🏼

landonorris lando has left the chat

lilymhe im obessed with your outfits babe!! we need to go shopping together soon!!

yngasly awww thanks lils!! i learnt from the queen herself 😉 a shopping date is a need !!

alexalbonfans yn calling lily “lils” my heart 🥹❤️

charles_leclerc 10/10 for the maranello tour

yngasly how are you so sure

charles_leclerc what is your rating then ?

yngasly tour is a 10 but the the tour guide……

carlossainz55 i was so much better

charles_leclerc not trueee

yngasly he made me coffee !!! thats like +10 points

charles_leclerc 😧

yngaslyfans OMG this comment section is getting me pumped for the rest of the season!! cant wait for all the potential dates yn has !! im so excited!!!

emmainmilan this is just a phase. you dont even know the real yn! if you knew her, you would make sure these people dont mix around with her.

yngaslyfans no one asked mate

emmainmilan its just a friendly heads up. i know the real yn, to her this is just a game. when she has got what she wants she will bring them down instantly.

emmainmilan i was one of her closest friends and let me just say she is a real piece of work.

username7 pls i agree, i heard from a friend that yn is such a brat! im amazed her family took her back after all she did

user6 spill what happened

emmainmilan when she moved with her family to italy, it was all great until the passing of AH. she became a wrecking ball after that, she partied all night, skipped school, and did all sorts of nonsense. pierre and her got into many fights and it got to a point they didn’t talk anymore! she would come home black out drunk and she got into many fights in public too. her family kicked her out and she ended up staying with me. after that she dropped out of school and lived off the money in her trust fund.

user6 WTF i can’t believe i looked up to her

emmainmilan it gets worst, one night she got so drunk she got into a fight with a stranger and ended up in the police station, her parents were called and they had to bail her out ! thats the first time they heard from her since she left their family house 1 year before that. man she begged her mum and dad to take her back. and i honestly can’t believe how her mother took her back.

user5 if that was my daughter, i would have left her to rot in the cell. she deserves it.

emmainmilan same! after her parents took her back, she dropped me like a fly and never looked back! honestly she thinks that she can just forget all this but hell nah im not going to allow that.

yngaslyfans PLS STOP! this isnt your story to share ! its hers!

emmainmilan pls i suggest you find a better person to be a fan of, yn gasly is just an entitled brat!!

yngaslyfc Hey Yn!! if you read this, please know that we still love you so much!! and if this is all true, we are proud that you got better !! dont let these nobodies bring you down❤️❤️❤️

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username8 what a suck up!! she doesn’t deserve it

26 March 2023

charles_leclerc

Maranello

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charles_leclerc Maranello Tour ‘23 🏎️

yngasly thanks for the tour! got to admit i really liked it 😍

charles_leclerc happy to hear that! what was the best thing ?

yngasly well carlos was amazing and i really liked the coffee and merch! im ready for australia now 😃

charles_leclerc and me ?

yngasly you could learn how to make coffee ?

carlossainz55 give it up charles, she is a chilli fan 🌶️

charles_leclerc 😞☹️

yngasly omg i love both ferrari drivers equally !

sharl when will it be me !!!!!

f1fans charles and carlos need a better friend to be honest. just stick with pierre.

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scuderiaferrari thank you for visiting us Yn !! Come back soon! We love hanging out with you ❤️

yngasly Thank you @scuderiaferrari definitely loved hanging with you too ❤️

alpinef1team stop stealing our Yn ✋🏼

yngasly no need to fight, @alpinef1team you will always have me 😉

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assistant-of-drama · 5 months ago

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The final three contestants of Total Drama World Tour stood on the beaches of Hawaii.

Alejandro and Noah were having a Hawaiian Battle to the 'death', while Heather was tied to a pole. But alas Alejandro had eventually disarmed Noah of his weapon. The Charmer then, with a playful glint in his eyes, pinned Noah to the ground, his lips brushing against Noah's nose in a lingering kiss. The camera zoomed in, capturing Noah's face: a mixture of embarrassment, outrage, and a surprising glimmer of fascination. Alejandro, his eyes sparkling with mischief, enjoyed the spectacle, relishing the shock and awe of the former contestants. The next challenge was a test of speed and sacrifice. Heather and Alejandro were tasked with selecting helpers to make the pineapple dummies. The first one to hurl their dummy into the fiery maw of the volcano would be declared the winner.

Heather picked Noah and Cody. Alejandro picked Courtney and Lindsay. Heather, fueled by a competitive spirit as fierce as the volcano itself, ran as fast as she could with her dummy. She sprinted to the edge of the crater right past Alejandro, the heat radiating towards her, and with a defiant yell, tossed her offering into the fiery abyss. The world held its breath. The cameras focused on Alejandro, expecting anger or disappointment. Instead, a genuine smile spread across his face, a smile that surprised even Heather. Heather, ever the opportunist, capitalized on the moment. She leaned in, her lips meeting Alejandro's in a passionate kiss, a kiss that surprised everyone. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she turned to Noah, who stood there. She planted a soft kiss on his lips, Noah’s eyes widening in disbelief. Alejandro, without missing a beat, followed suit and kissed Noah on the lips as well.

The contestants watched in slack-jawed shock.

With a flourish, Alejandro explained, 'The three of us have been in a polymorphic couple, since before the 3rd season. Heather and Noah got together, somewhere around the Season 1 Finale. They added me into their relationship after Season 2. We decided not to make it official until the show was over. Now, that the show is over, we don't have to hide anymore.' The cameras caught a glimpse of Noah's hesitant blush and Alejandro's smug smile. Heather, ever the mastermind, had orchestrated a perfect ending. The finale party was a blur of celebratory drinks and ecstatic laughter. Heather, draped in a dazzling red gown, danced with her two boyfriends, her eyes sparkling with genuine happiness. The three of them, in their own unique way, had found contentment in their unconventional arrangement. Heather, true to her ambitious nature, used her winnings to purchase a lavish mansion, a home for the three of them to share. Their life together was a testament to their resilience and ability to defy norms, proving that love can bloom even in the most unexpected of places. After all, even a queen bee needs a king, or two, to complete her hive.

#td noah #alejandro burromuerto #td heather #total drama #total drama world tour #alenoaheather #alenoah #aleheather #noaheather

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mermaidgirl30 · 1 year ago

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Part 1 is out! Hope you lovelies enjoy! A03

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- Pairing: Joel x fem! Reader, Joel x You

- Rating: Explicit (18+)

- Words: 4.9k

- Tags: No outbreak, protective Joel, angst, fingering, oral, cream pie, abusive dance partner, tension, longing, porn with plot, smut, dom! Joel (reader mid 20’s, Joel in his early 40’s)

- Summary: You’re starring in the ballet Swan Lake, taking on the lead role in New York. You practice day and night and are always staying after hours. You keep seeing Joel around the theater, the hot maintenance worker you can’t keep your eyes off of. You aren’t the only one though because you think he’s watching you too.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

It was the middle of October in New York. Breezy and chilly as the days started getting colder. You spent most of your days tirelessly training at the David H. Koch Theater, slaving away to your art which was ballet.

You had just landed the biggest role of your career. You were picked to play the lead in Swan Lake and would dance as the swan queen. You still couldn’t believe it. After all those hard, grueling years of practice, you had finally done something right.

You had just graduated from Julliard, working extremely hard for this day. You swear you’d never get it. You always were too hard on yourself, needing to be absolutely perfect. Needing to keep every turn, every leap, every movement sharp. Make it look like it was effortless. That’s how you’d get someone to pay attention to you. See how hard you were working to get a lead role in a huge dance production.

Of course the position came with its downsides. You always had someone hounding you about watching what you ate. Telling you that you had to stay extra hours to get that one dance move perfect. Having to put up with bullshit from strict instructors. Having girls always talk bad about you behind your back because they were jealous they weren’t in the number one spot. Having to deal with grimy men that wanted to get in your pants just to say they scored big with the top girl.

It was brutal some days, but you put up with it because that’s the price you had to pay to do what you loved. And that was dance.

You spent the whole first week of training touring the grand theater and learning your dance pieces on the massive hardwood theater stage. Learning all your place markers, where you’d enter and exit, where you’d change your wardrobe, and so the list went on. It was a lot to take in as you had never done anything this big before, nonetheless perform in an immense theater as this. It was all overwhelming to say the least.

You always showed up on time, always made sure you looked the part. Never leaving the apartment without your makeup or hair done, making sure your pointe shoes stayed spotless and shiny. You were a professional now so you had to act like one.

As much as you loved ballet and being in the spotlight, you didn’t realize what all really went down behind the scenes. You had to deal with a lot of shit on the daily. Get yelled at constantly, have a smile on your face even when you didn’t have the heart to, deal with vicious dancers, see just how far some of those girls would go with higher ups just to have a chance at getting a lead role. It was all exhausting. You hated the drama, so you always did your best to tune it out and just focus on your dancing.

There was one good thing that came with this territory though. The first week something had caught your eye. Not something, someone.

You had been rehearsing a dance routine for the white swan, and one of the stage lights had gone out while you were in the middle of your performance. Your strict instructor had yelled for someone to come help fix the damn light. She had been angry, upset that her time was getting wasted on mundane things. It didn’t take long for someone to come along and enter the auditorium. And that’s when you saw him for the first time.

He was all muscle, wearing a tight green flannel shirt that clung to his bulging biceps. His shoulders were broad and he was tall, standing a little over 6 feet. He wore light blue jeans and brown worker boots. His hair was slightly messy as he pushed it back. Dark brown hair that was sprinkled with grey and a trimmed beard that showed silver patches.

He looked to be in his 40’s which was intriguing. And he was handsome, a brooding sense about him that could entice you to linger your gaze just a little too long. He had intense dark eyes. Eyes you would be okay with staring into. A walking dreamboat.

And his arms.

God, his arms.

His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, exposing thick veiny arms. And his hands. His hands were big and strong, veins spiraling over long, thick fingers. It was hot. And then your mind wondered to dark places.

He could probably do a lot with those hands. Those rough, sturdy hands…

You caught yourself staring as he was walking up the wooden stage steps, eyes finding yours as they locked on you for a few seconds. Your heart was in your throat as you stared at the gorgeous man, wanting to feel just how soft his hair was, wanting to know what it’d be like to run your fingers through those thick tousled curls…

He was walking past you now, just trying to do his job and head to the light fixture that needed fixing. He gently brushed past your shoulder as he walked by. You felt the spark of electricity instantly as his touch lingered for a few seconds, the scent of mahogany and spice encasing the air.

You turned around to get one more glance at the handsome stranger, but then you caught him looking back at you too. His brown eyes flicked over you curiously, his eyebrow slightly raised, then he was turning back around, heading for his task at hand. Your instructor yelled at you to focus, and your mind went back to what you were supposed to be doing.

And that was the first day you saw the maintenance man. The day that you developed a hyperfixation for men that wore plaid shirts and had untamed hair. The day that would ruin you for good.

The weekend went by fast as Monday rolled back around. That meant a full week of training. More overtime to be spent in the theater. You didn’t want to know what sort of drama awaited you, but you pulled yourself together and got ready for the day anyways.

When you finished putting your hair up and finished your makeup, you headed out the door and said goodbye to your comfy bed. You just knew you’d be back late. You always were.

The theater was quiet today, aside from the stage manager Timothy and your instructor Carlotta bickering back and forth. Carlotta was an old, big shot ballet dancer that had toured the entire world. She was the most dramatic and strict instructor you had ever had. Every single thing you did she nitpicked. You just took it because she was only trying to make you a better dancer.

Carlotta was tall, too slim, barely ever eating anything that wasn’t green. She’d always yell at you if she caught you eating anything that was greasy or unhealthy. It was a real pain, but you learned not to eat around her anymore.

She’d always wear her auburn hair in tight buns and dress in fancy clothes that were name brand and custom made. She was a diva, a real piece of work. She had a thick Russian accent and always rolled her r’s.

She always had dark red lipstick caked on her thin lips and long eyelashes that could surely poke an eye out. Her heels were always at least four inches tall, and she acted like she was the most important thing in every room she walked in. Her confidence was set high, and she never doubted herself.

You remember the first day she saw you in the audition for Swan Lake. She called you a beauty and said your long legs were a godsend. She pulled you aside and called you a diamond in the rough and was positive that you’d get the lead. She was right. You had to thank her for her confidence in you. All she said was, “We have work to do,” when you got the part.

“Timothy, I do not have time for this today. You tell them to have my props ready by tomorrow or someone is getting fired!” she screamed as she raised her arms and pointed for Timothy to exit the room.

He shook his head and agreed to get them done by the next day, then took his leave as he slammed the side exit door, leaving an echo across the vast stage.

She glared at you and pointed to your feet that weren’t yet in pointe shoes. “Shoes, now! You’re late,” she spit as she had a deep frown on her red lipstick face.

“But I’m not…” you said defenseless, but she cut you off.

“Hush, shoes!” She pointed to her expensive Coach watch and clicked the glass with her long, pointed finger.

You were in no place to argue, so you just sighed and found a spot on the polished floor, quickly putting on and lacing up your shoes. You were actually ten minutes early. You weren’t late like she accused.

But whatever.

As soon as you got your shoes on, she demanded that you start from the beginning of Act One. She wanted you to cover all the solo dances for today, and then tomorrow you’d have to dance with your awful partner, Pierre.

God, you couldn’t stand him, but you had to do what you had to do.

Carlotta yelled your name and snapped her fingers, demanding that you hurry up and get in position for the first dance.

“Just a second!” you yelled as you hurriedly rushed to your first starting point, trying to find exactly where you were supposed to stand.

“No, now!” she yelled louder, getting annoyed with you.

You smoothed down your pink skirt and ran a hand over your too tight black leotard, feeling like it was suffocating you.

Carlotta huffed and pointed to your starting point which was a foot from where you were.

Oops.

You heard a few snickers coming from behind the rose red stage curtain. Three bleach blonde ballet dancers whispered to each other back and forth as they looked you up and down, clearly talking about you.

Your hands went to tight fists, and you held back tears that were burning at the backs of your eyes. Why hadn’t anyone been nice to you? This entire time you thought people would be more friendly, more welcoming. Turns out when you’re the star of the show that’s not the case. When you’re the lead everyone is cruel, unfriendly, harsh.

You just wanted one person. One goddamn person to be nice to you. Make you feel like you weren’t an outsider, but that didn’t happen. You just had to suck it up and do what you came here to do. Dance. That’s what you knew and that’s what you’d do. Even though you were dying on the inside from the weight of it all.

The spotlight shined down on you as you blinked and squinted your eyes, trying to get used to what you’d see every night in performances. You took in your surroundings of the theater as you looked around.

The walls were covered with red velvet material, the ceilings done in pastel-colored majestic art. The box seats up high were decked in gold with angel statues surrounding them. The theater was stories high as rows were stacked on top of each other. Crimson, lavish seats sat against the theater floor, along with marble staircases that led to the balcony and upper seats. A colossal, crystallized chandelier hung in the center of the room, giving it that Phantom of the Opera vibe. It really was quite a sight, something you thought you’d never get to yourself.

“Position, now!” Carlotta screamed at you as you jumped from her booming voice. You rolled your shoulders and stood up a little taller, getting in position. The dreamy music sprung to life as you started your routine, focusing on perfect movements, not wanting to be yelled at by every little thing you did.

So far she wasn’t barking at you. She was just observing, watching you, going over every little detail on you. You kept your head up and took to the air as you leaped and turned, pirouetting around the stage, getting dizzy from all the motions.

Before you could finish the routine, she halted the music as silence took over. You stopped mid turn to face her, your jaw clenching as you were afraid of what she’d say.

“Not too bad, but could be more perfected. Go again. From the top,” she commanded as she pointed with her long red fingernails to the starting position.

You internally groaned as you dragged your feet back to the mark she had showed you earlier. You heard more snickering behind the curtain and rolled your eyes, not wanting to deal with them today.

“No rolling your eyes! You’re a professional, professionals never do that in public. Big smile and chin up. Now go again,” she demanded as she crossed her arms and sat down in a crimson theater chair in the front row.

You put on a big fake smile and got in position, waiting for the music to begin again. Once it came to life, so did your body. You pushed yourself to be as perfect as you could, lifting your legs as high as they’d go, making your spins as tight as they could possibly be, raising your arms as gracefully as you could get them.

Carlotta still had things to pick out when you finished, still wanted you to go again. “Better, but let’s go again. This time I want you to jump higher. Point your toes a little harder on your soubresaut.”

You stood there staring at her, trying to catch your breath from the previous routine.

“Well, go on. We don’t have all day.” She flicked her wrists your way as you sighed and went back to the start.

Before you could get back into position, you looked up into one of the dimly lit opera boxes and froze.

It was him. The maintenance man.

Your heart sped up entirely too fast as you focused on keeping your composure calm.

His broad shoulders filled the denim button-up shirt as he held a screwdriver in one hand, the other pressed down on the edge of the opera box, fixing something with the dark wood. His eyes were trained on what he was doing, but he looked up a few seconds later as his dark eyes honed in on you.

You looked down shyly but peered back up at him moments later. Running your thumb against every single finger slowly, trying to calm your nerves as you stood in the presence of the older, attractive man.

You gulped as you looked at his big hands, trying hard not to think about how they’d feel against your skin. Watching the way his rough hands slid across the wood, digging his thick fingers into the screwdriver.

His eyes focused only on you as his hands continued to work. Slidding, turning, digging, flexing his fingers…Making you bite your lower lip in response, almost able to feel that burn against your skin.

Carlotta screamed out your name as you jumped, coming out of your trance. “The routine? Hello?” She was raising her arms in a shrug and pointing at your position on the stage.

“Oh, sorry…guess I got distracted,” you said with an apology, getting into position once again.

Before the music started, you lifted your eyelashes and peeked back up into the left corner discreetly so Carlotta wouldn’t pick up on what was going on. Your eyes gazed back over to the mysterious man in the opera box, wanting one more look before you got back to work.

He looked back down at you as his eyes found yours, carefully watching you as his eyes trailed over your body and back up into your face slowly. You shuttered as you pulled your legs closer together, trying not to get too excited from the eye contact.

Holy shit. You had a crush and you didn’t even know the man. You could see this was going to be a big distraction here. You dropped your gaze once the music sounded again, repeating the routine once more.

Just breathe. Focus.

But you couldn’t. Not when he was watching.

You stayed late again that night, going over the first act over and over again until Carlotta said you could stop. She gave you only one short fifteen minute break today and didn’t even let you eat. You had a turkey sandwich stashed in the break room fridge, but one of the ballet dancers had thrown it away.

One of the snarky blondes to be exact. “Oops, sorry. Was that yours? My bad,” she had said. You fumed with anger and yelled at her, wanting to slice into her. You had told Carlotta about what she did, but she just brushed it off saying you didn’t need to eat.

Today had been one of the most frustrating days at the theater. You were starving, you were lonely, and you were buzzing with emotions that left you wanting to curl into a ball and cry, letting all your frustrations of the day go.

This wasn’t anything like you imagined being a professional dancer would be. If someone had warned you, maybe you wouldn’t have taken the part. Maybe you would’ve stayed back in Florida. Maybe….oh, nevermind.

You were sitting on the edge of the stage, hanging your legs off the side as you slumped over and put your hands on your forehead, needing just a moment to breathe. To clear your mind.

As you continued to sulk, you heard faint footsteps against the dark brown wood that made up the floors. When you looked up your eyes widened, almost thinking you were imagining who you saw. There he was in all his glory, walking up to you slowly.

It was him. The man with the dark eyes that haunted your thoughts.

“Tough day?” he asked as a deep southern drawl left his mouth. A sound that could stop you in your tracks. A lull that could hum you to sleep.

He raised his eyebrows as he waited for you to respond, taking another step forward, stopping just a few short steps away from you.

“Yeah, you could say that,” you sighed as you sat up taller, trying to keep your restless legs still.

“They’re pretty tough on you, aren’t they?” he asked with concern in his simmering eyes.

“Unfortunately,” you grumbled.

“You new to this?” he asked as he took another step forward, making you nervous with how close he was getting to you.

“It’s my first big show,” you said with a shrug, not showing much enthusiasm.

“You don’t seem too excited,” he stated plainly, pointing out the obvious.

“All my life I’ve worked to get this far. I never expected to get the lead in this ballet, but I did. And no, it’s not what I expected, but I’m just trying to remind myself this is what I’ve wanted my entire life,” you replied adamantly, raising your voice just the tiniest bit.

“Jus’ be careful. Don’t hurt yourself. I see how hard you practice. You must be exhausted.” His dark eyes turned to a warm coffee color, eyes you wanted to swim in. They were absolutely breathtaking. They changed just the slightest more dark when he was talking about something serious. Something you were embarrassed that you picked up on quickly.

“I am exhausted. I don’t really have a choice though. They don’t give many breaks around here,” you shrugged defeatedly, putting your hands on the edge of the stage.

“Jus’ try not to let anyone push you around too much. Okay?” he asked with a calm demeanor.

“Okay,” you nodded, not wanting to tell him you’d still be pushed around, even if you didn’t like it.

“Wait. So you’ve been watching me?” you asked as you glanced up from your long eyelashes, looking directly at him.

“Oh, uhh no. I’m just around a lot and see you up there practicing. That’s all,” he said with rushed words, turning red in the cheeks.

So he was watching you. You knew it. You could feel his eyes on you throughout the day. That dark gaze that made you dizzy.

A slow tingle ran down the back of your spine at the thought of his eyes on you. Watching your moves, watching your form, keeping his eyes on you.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked coolly.

Sweetheart?! He just called you sweetheart.

Christ. You were already freaking out, and you didn’t even know his name yet. You had to calm the fuck down. He was just a man. A really attractive, manly man. The first person to even be nice to you in this city.

You gave him your name and then he repeated it back with a melodic tone in his voice, captivating you with his smooth, gentle voice.

Fuck. You had it bad.

“That’s a pretty name,” he said with a smile creeping up to the corners of his mouth. Sending butterflies through your stomach.

“I’m Joel,” he said kindly as he held out his hand for you to shake.

You looked at it for a couple seconds, blinking your wide eyes, and then reached your arm out and took his hand. Heat burned through you the moment his hand connected with yours. It was big and strong. Rough calluses lining the backs of his fingers as they scraped against yours.

You gasped when he closed his firm hand over yours and shook it gently, enthralling you in a trance like state as you stared into his honey eyes, wanting to sink into them slowly.

After a few seconds he pried his fingers from yours and placed his hand down against the stage.

Right next to your thigh.

The side of his arm grazed the outside of your leg, sending electricity zapping through your nerves. He was standing so close, leaning too close. It was almost too much.

You squeezed your legs together as your breathing picked up, warmth building against the insides of your thighs. You were sure you were flushed. You had to be. With a gorgeous man like him standing this close to you? Fingers practically on your thigh.

Oh, God.

You were going to have a hell of a time keeping away from this one. You just knew it.

“You from around here?” he asked almost softly.

You shook your head. “No, I’m from Florida.”

“Ahh, the sunshine state. I can see that.” He flicked his eyes over you and faintly smiled as his hand shifted just the slightest, his wrist now leaning into the outside of your leg.

Your breath caught at the feel of him through your tights, the weight of his gleaming eyes on you making you burn with heat. It was a lot. He was a lot.

“You have any family here?” he asked as he leaned against the stage, his bicep flexing on the spot.

You took your eyes off the thick veins in his arm and looked back up into his honey eyes. “No,” you said sadly, dropping your eyes again. “They’re all back in Florida, unfortunately.”

“That’s a shame. What about friends? You have any friends here? Surely a girl like you has some kind of support system.”

You looked down at the ground and sighed, shaking your head as your face dropped. “No. I mean I used to have friends. At least I thought. Once I got the lead role in the ballet, they all turned on me. Turns out they wanted my spot, and apparently I stole it from them.” You put the word stole in air quotes as you spoke. “So, no. Can’t say that I have anyone here.”

A wave of sadness washed over you as you looked back up at Joel, keeping back tears as you glanced at him with a melancholy look on your face.

He furrowed his eyebrows as a concerned stare met your eyes. Like he was apprehensive and worried. “Sounds like they’re jus’ jealous that you’re a better dancer than them. Girls can be little vipers. Gotta watch your back.”

“Yeah…I try. And my instructor is kind of a nightmare. She nitpicks every single thing I do, and it makes me feel like maybe I don’t belong here or maybe I’m not good enough...”

He cut you off as he cupped your chin and turned you to where you were eye level with his. You gulped as his dark brown eyes were searing into yours, his face intense as his hand stayed under your chin. A tingle running down your jawline.

“You do belong here. I’ve seen the way you dance. The way you lose yourself in the music, in your dance moves. You’re good. Best I’ve seen up on that stage actually.”

So he had been watching you dance all this time. You knew it. Holy shit.

“You wanna dance, right?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“And you want to be the star of this ballet?”

“That’s right,” you said quietly, your mouth dry from the contact of his fingers on your face.

“Then dance. Forget about them. Forget about all of them. Just go out there and do what you do best. Think you can do that?”

You nodded your head as you worked hard to keep your breathing normal. “Mhm,” you replied.

“Atta girl.”

Your eyes widened at the reference, a wave of slick pooling in between your legs as you pushed them closer together.

God, his voice was so smooth with that southern accent. It was making you come undone.

“Try not to let ‘em get in your head. A pretty thing like you should be treated better. Jus’ be careful. Don’t work yourself too hard.”

Pretty? He thought you were pretty. Holy…

He let go of your chin and took his hand off the stage, gently grazing the side of your leg as he backed up, leaving heat running along the places he had just touched.

“If ya ever need someone to talk to, I’m around. You know where to find me. See ya later, sunshine.”

He turned and walked the opposite way, heading for the exit door at the back of the room. Leaving you completely breathless as you watched him get further.

You just sat there gawking at him with an open mouth. Did he just give you a nickname? He called you sunshine. And damn, if it wasn’t the sweetest sound you ever heard.

Before he pushed the door open, he stopped and looked back at you, eyes flickering over you once more.

You closed your jaw and tried to look more sophisticated. Make it look like you weren’t freaking out on the inside.

He nodded his head toward you and then headed out the door as it closed with a loud bang against the echo of the auditorium.

You were left there sitting against the stage as your fingers dug into the sides with your legs pressed together. Leaving you with wanting thoughts and a pool of desire in between your legs.

You sat there thinking of his handsome features, his tousled curls, his honey eyes, his broad shoulders, his thick hands. You sat like that until the lights started dimming, signaling you it was time to leave. To go back to the empty apartment. When all you wanted was for him to fill the silence of those bare walls. A longing desire that needed to be put to sleep.

That night you tossed and turned in your sheets. You couldn’t get him out of your head. Those smoldering eyes haunted your dreams. He was so charming, so nice. The way he had called you sunshine. Enticing you with that low southern drawl of his. It did things to you. Immoral things.

You couldn’t sleep so you did the next best thing you could to get him out of your mind. You touched yourself. As you slid your hand beneath the sheets, you found your aching core to be wet and sticky. Slick was pooling at your middle, covering the inside of your thighs. Making them wetter the more you thought about him.

You groaned as you slid one of your fingers inside yourself, feeling your dripping wet walls as you pushed in and out, letting all your sexual frustration out.

You took your other hand and placed two fingers against your throbbing clit, pressing them down on the most sensitive spot that you could find. You moaned out as the slow circles turned into fast breaths and silent cries. Needing more, needing something else.

Dark eyes encapsulated your vision as you closed your eyes, concentrating on those bulging veins. Reflecting on that low drawl of his voice, pretending he was in the room with you now. Working you with those thick fingers of his.

Atta girl. That’s a good girl. That’s it, sunshine.

Your fingers were circling faster, pumping in and out harder, curling up into the spongy spot that made you see stars.

That’s my good girl.

And then you were coming as you released all your built up pressure, clenching around nothing and coming undone. Saturating the bottom of your sheets as you moaned out Joel’s name across the room, spilling yourself once more onto the bed.

Christ. You had to get a hold of yourself. You needed to focus on your dancing, not the brooding man that made you absolutely crazy.

But he wasn’t just a man.

No.

He was more than that. So much more.

Part 2

#joel miller #joel x you #joel x reader #joel the last of us #joel x female reader #joel miller smut #joel tlou #protective joel

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 3 months ago

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Oh Meghan will definitely come to Birmingham. They won't miss the chance to do another pseudo royal tour, that too in the UK and show how they are better at royaling. I'm expecting a huge number of bots on social media during that time proclaiming H&M could be the savior of the BRF and simultaneously harassing the royal family especially the Waleses for attending or not attending.

Old ask from July 22nd

We’ll see.

They seem to be back on separate PR campaigns now - Harry has his polo documentary, Meghan’s back in with Oprah. Harry is also getting a lot of coverage from the DM (I counted 5 stories one day over the weekend) so he seems to be on a birthday PR cycle. Not to mention they’ve dragged out the “multimillion-dollar inheritance from the Queen Mother for his birthday” story again for the umpteenth time.

I saw that Oprah is doing another television special, AI and the Future of Us. I have a niggling feeling Meghan’s got something going on with this, maybe on a cyberbullying angle. It’s too coincidental she had the book-reading with Oprah after 2 years of nothing.

A real quick PSA. Please don’t get your education on AI exclusively from Oprah. Yes, it’s important to know what AI is and understand what it’s capable of doing but Oprah isn’t an authoritative source. She’s doing this for drama and attention. She’s going to make this sound like AI is the worst thing in the world and that the apocalypse is nigh. While AI is certainly problematic and it most definitely will be exploited for terrible things, AI also has good, practical applications too. It’s not something to be scared of.

Do your own research. Find your own experts to learn AI from. Don’t rely on Oprah.

#sussexes

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player1064 · 2 months ago

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Footy RPF Fictober, day 2 - injury

also available on ao3

MINDLESS NONSENSE!!!! also side-note writing about Gary having tight muscles that need a massage is making me very aware of how tight MY muscles are. massage roller save me....

carraville, set vaguely while they're off on one of their little trips to film the overlap on tour

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Jamie hauls a limping Gary out of the lift and into his hotel room, lets him put his weight on him as he gingerly lowers himself to sit down on the bed with a wince.

What a drama queen, honestly. They’d been spending their afternoon off of filming on the beach with Roy and Wrighty – a chance to relax, but of course Gary Neville’s not relaxed a day in his life and he’d started getting antsy after a few minutes on a sun lounger.

Jamie’s also not much for sunbathing, so he’d found them a frisbee and they’d been playing around with it when Gary had suddenly done a weird little hop mid run and gone ‘ooh, fuck, I’ve done me ‘amstring’ in that squeaky little voice of his.

So now: Jamie’s left Roy and Ian at the beach (not that they’d notice if he was there or not anyway) to bring Gary back to the hotel, tease him a bit about being an old man with a broken-down body, and then get back to enjoying his day.

But Gary just looks so miserable, like he feels guilty for not being a twenty-something anymore, like he’s just personally ruined their whole trip, and Jamie feels – well, he should try do something, shouldn’t he?

“D’you want me to—” he gestures vaguely at Gary’s leg, not sure if he should say it. If it’s allowed. “I mean, I do an alright massage, if yer –"

“Oh.” Gary blinks. “Oh, I – ha. Thought you were just gonna give me an ibuprofen and leave me to ‘ave a nap or something.”

“Oh,” Jamie echoes. “Yeah, no, that – makes more sense, doesn’t it? I’ll just –” he looks around the room, all of a sudden feeling slightly desperate. Does he even have any ibuprofen on him? Does Gary?

“Massage sounds nice, though.”

Gary isn’t looking at him as he says this, is fidgeting with the starched white sheets on the bed instead. Oh, Jamie thinks again. Oh, he’s not used to asking for help.

A memory hits him, unwelcomed, of a summer’s day a lot like this one. But instead of the warm sands of Italy he’s on the battered grass of Melwood, instead of Gary sitting awkwardly at the end of the bed like a child waiting for a telling-off it’s –

He shakes the thought off.

“Go on then,” he replies, nodding towards the bed. “On your front. And off with those shorts, eh Gaz?”

Jamie’s never felt right using that nickname for Gary, but it’s a necessary evil. ‘Cause otherwise he’d just be a man asking another man to strip for him. So: Gaz it is.

Gary rolls his eyes but he shifts his shorts off – he’s got black boxers on underneath, big fucking surprise. Jamie could’ve told you that without even needing to look; he’s pretty sure it’s the only kind of underwear he owns.

Jamie goes into the bathroom to fetch the hotel-brand body lotion trying to pass itself off as fancy, then he hovers awkwardly at the edge of the bed, kind of half-kneeling half-standing next to Gary as he tries to work out how to do this in the least questionable way possible.

“Where’s it worst?” he asks, cringing at the way his voice cracks, just a tiny bit. Probably not even noticeable.

Gary hums in thought. “Hamstring,” he says simply.

Well, duh.

He eventually realises that Jamie’s not making a move because he needs more information, so he takes another second then says, “uh, think it’s the centre muscle. Maybe six inches up from my knee.”

Jamie spreads his hand over the back of Gary’s thigh, runs a firm line over the muscle with his thumb. “Here?”

“Hmm, bit lower maybe.”

Every muscle in Gary’s thigh is tight, left unattended for god knows how long. But Jamie knows it when he’s got it, feels the hard knot of muscle that makes his whole leg twitch when he presses into it. Slowly, slowly, he starts working at it, tries to stay gentle so he doesn’t put Gary off when he’s just barely started.

“Mmph,” Gary says, his voice muffled by the pillow, “you’re not bad at this, y’know.”

Jamie digs his thumb into the muscle hard, just ‘cause he can. It twitches involuntarily under the pressure, and Gary lets out a displeased, squeaky sort of hum. Then, after a few seconds, he watches smugly as the tension holding Gary’s entire body rigid starts to fade, as he relaxes back into the mattress.

“I’m serious.” Gary tries to twist around and look at Jamie, moving to prop himself up on one elbow. Jamie pushes him in the shoulder so that he lies back down. “D’you take a class or somethin’? Don’t think I’ve had a half-decent massage since before I retired.”

“Bloody cheapskate,” Jamie mutters. Because of course Gary would never go out and pay for a massage. Though to be fair to him that’s probably less because of the cost and more because it’s never occurred to him that he might need one. “No classes, no. What, you think I can’t just be naturally talented?”

He can practically hear Gary rolling his eyes. “Just tryin’ to make conversation, James. Makes it less like I’m just lying half naked in a hotel room while another man feels me up.”

“Steady on, lad. There’s a long list of people I’d rather be feelin’ up right now than you.”

“Mmm,” Gary says. He sounds softer than Jamie’s used to, less frantic. “You do this for Nicola? She’s into her running, right? Bet she appreciates havin’ a masseuse at her beck and call.”

Jamie freezes, just for a moment. The sun beaming through the windows is warm on his back, and if he closes his eyes he can almost convince himself that he’s some other place, some other time. In his memories it’s always summer, warm and hazy and sweet. God, Carra, no wonder the girls all like you so much.

He shakes himself back to reality, back to Gary and his troublesome hamstring – or rather now his calf, because as Jamie works his way down his leg he’s realising there’s not a single relaxed muscle in his body. Typical Gary, of course.

“Not for Nicola, no,” he says, all light and conversational like. “She’d rather go to a professional. No need to risk my meaty hands making things worse.”

“Oh, right.”

Who, then? Gary kindly doesn’t ask. After all, he’s the expert in half-truths, in talking his way neatly around a subject until you forget the question ever crossed your mind.

Gary’s still built like a defender. Solid, stocky. Thick thighs that were never going to make him a sprinter but could get him in the air, could win him his fair share of tackles. There’s a faded surgery scar on his knee, a few more scattered over his ankle, his foot. Jamie’s not sure he could name a single footballer that doesn’t have scars like that.

Is all this really worth it? he’d asked once, a few lifetimes ago. He’d got a call from Mo, late evening, and he’d gotten straight into his car and driven half an hour to find him home alone, lying on his plush carpet with his face twisted in agony. And the only person he’d tried to call was Jamie. He always used to call Jamie.

Don’t be stupid, Carra, he’d said. He’d been trying to sound confident, cocky, but it had been through gritted teeth as Jamie tried to ease his leg back to a useable state. Of course it’s worth it. He’d let out a cry of pain that shot right through Jamie, that made him want to fold in on himself, then he’d looked him straight in the eyes and said it again. Of course it’s worth it.

“Sometimes,” Gary says now, interrupting the scene in Jamie’s mind, “sometimes, when it’s really cold I still feel an ache in my foot.”

Jamie’s nowhere near his foot, so he’s not sure why he’s bringing it up at all, but then –

“Becks used to get the same. An’ it’s so stupid, isn’t it? The things that make us – but every time I feel it, I wonder if he’s feeling it too. And I wonder if he’s thinkin’ the same about me, d’youknowwhatImean?”

The Foot, the papers used to call it, and The Foot’s Best Friend. Jamie kneads his fingers into Gary’s calf, thinks about all the times he’s gone through the same motions a on slimmer pair of legs, wonders if Michael ever thinks about calling him again when he’s in pain. Feels a twinge of guilt that he doesn’t ever really think about Michael at all.

He clears his throat. “That any better?”

Gary shuffles to sit upright, stretches his leg out like he’s testing it still works after such a grievous injury as the minor hamstring pull he’s suffered. “You know what, I think it actually is. Thanks, Carra. Maybe I should keep you on retainer, eh?”

“Not enough money in the world, Gary, this was a one-time offer.”

#carraville #footyrpffictober #yes it's day 2 and already i am posting Late in the evening.#in my defence i had class tonight. no i did nothing else the rest of the day and couldve been writing instead <3 #anyway. jamie giving gary a massage like sure hope this doesn't awaken anything in me!#gary suspecting its something to do w mo. and trying to bring the topic up carefully by mentioning becks #can someone PLEASE get these men 6-8 therapy sessions #drabbles

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TXT/SKZ | Regal Affairs | Ch. 2

While Aurelia settles into Choi court and Yeonjun battles the reality of his unwanted approaching nuptials, Reina comes in close contact with a very bold, very alluring Taehyun.

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{Main Pairings:} Choi Yeonjun x Original Female Character, Kang Taehyun x Original Female Character, Lee Minho (Leeknow) x Original Female Character

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Royals

{Warnings:} Arranged Marriage, Flirting, Forbidden Romance, Drama, Family Dynamics, Future Smut

The next morning, the sun rose above the horizon as the betrothed pairing took a stroll through the castle. Yeonjun practically waltzed through the corridors, moving swiftly to end the interaction so that he could respectfully neglect her presence. Aurelia was more than willing to keep up with his pace, her shoes scuffing across the stone floor. The tour of the castle was fleeting as the princess tried to make polite conversation, but was interrupted by her groom before she could utter a sound. Yeonjun strategically spoke about each area of the house to avoid dwelling in awkward small talk, leaving no room for Aurelia to get a word in edgewise.

He found his demise as they reached the garden, where the space was bountiful and there was a spectacle to see in every corner of the grounds. His limbs were exhausted from the haste within the walls of the chateau and were begging for solace as they transitioned to the gravel pathway. With the change in pace, Aurelia drank in the tranquility of the sun shining down upon her fair complexion and brightened the hues of the flowers.

“Look at how beautiful the weather is this morning.” She sighed happily, taking slow deep breaths as she promenaded alongside Yeonjun through the autumn blooms. The prince merely nodded in accordance with her statement, giving no proper reply to thread a more in-depth conversation.

Aurelia held her hands behind her back as she peered at the handsome man beside her, sparked with interest as he continued to steel himself from her presence. “Do you favor any past times?” Her gentle steps crunched against the jagged rock beneath them as they headed for the lake.

He chuckled sarcastically, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “Future kings do not get much time to pass, unlike their fertile, craven queens…” He took the opportunity to knock down her character, enjoying the flinch in her muscles from his comment. “I suppose when I do, I rather enjoy swordsmanship, archery-”

“Combat.” Aurelia boldly interrupted, unimpressed by his interest in weapons and battles just like any other man of their time. How predictable and brainless. She was spurred on by his presumptuous slander of women in her predicament, and if he was such an advocate for war then she would be willing to participate.

Yeonjun picked up on the smallest hint of venom in her tone, smirking to himself. “I also like to paint.” His steps moved without hesitation onto the grass, crossing the field to reach the edge of the land while Aurelia faltered, falling behind briefly as her mind processed an image of the eldest Choi having the patience for intricate strokes upon an impressionable canvas.

She cleared her throat, gathering her gown to chase after him. “You paint?” She inquired, trying to capture his eye as she caught up to him once again. He only hummed in response as he finally reached the shore. “Let me guess…images of war and bloodshed?” She was only teasing, but the sharpness in his glare held her tongue from further speaking. She needed to make this union work and antagonizing him would only make their bond more unbearable.

“Does it matter?” He challenged, turning his body and adjusting his posture to oppose her menacingly.

Aurelia did not grow timid from his display of masculinity, only looking to know more about the man she would be marrying in only a few days. “Yes…it tells me what is in your heart.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, enamored by his stature as she admired his handsome features under the harsh demeanor.

The betrothed stood in silence momentarily, gazing at each other as they observed the characteristics of one another. Yeonjun drank in the view of her bosom just under the bridge of his nose, flickering his dark orbs up to her face and tracing every curve with admiration. There was no denying a physical attraction was present between them, but many more strides were necessary for their emotional bond to tether.

Yeonjun was the first to break free from the enchanting spell of her beauty. “Come, I will show you the training grounds we use for combat.” He flashed her a roguish smirk as he twisted his body in order to guide her to the other end of the castle grounds, close to the thick treeline surrounding their home.

While he was facing away from her, Aurelia stole the opportunity to roll her eyes. Boys. She trailed behind him, waltzing across the lush grass as she admired the scenery of the field during their journey. She subconsciously fiddled with the pendant of her necklace, thinking about her future, their future. She hadn’t been in court long, but it was facile to observe the relationship between the siblings was stitched closely despite the affectionate banter. “I notice you are quite close with your brothers and sister…” This captured his attention, his muscles tense as he wondered what she might try to discuss in regard to his siblings. “Does that implicate you to want more than one child as well?” Aurelia admired the bond of the Choi offspring, missing the opportunities she could have had if her parents created more children.

Yeonjun relaxed, sighing as he fixed his narrow eyes towards his bride. “Ah, the imbeciles, you mean?” He chuckled at his own joke. “Yes, I guess you could say I’m fond of them.” It was a pure understatement; there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for his younger brothers or sister. He hid behind the veil of annoyance well, but his instincts gravitated towards their presence, enjoying the laughter they brought into the castle and his mundane life. “As for children of my own…” He thought about it for a second, imagining the pitter-patter of tiny feet stampeding through the corridors just as he and his siblings would when they were younger. A ghost of a smile graced his lips as a sense of pride swelled within his chest. Above all else, he wanted children and was more than happy to participate in the ritual of creating them. He glanced slyly at Aurelia, “I’d like as many as your womb allows.” He left her speechless with a wink, striding proudly towards the terrain of the training area.

Aurelia felt heat overcome her cheeks, praying that it was coming from the rays of the sun rather than the impact of his words. How could he be so bold? Why not just give her an ideal number rather than imply he was willing to fill her with his seed indefinitely? She huffed in rebuttal, stomping her heels into the dirt. “How do you suppose I would allow you that many children?”

Yeonjun chuckled as he turned back to her, his smirk ever present as he intended to torment her imagination. “It’s hardly complicated, you simply lay back and open your legs.”

Aurelia held back her urge to slap him, “You’re insufferable.” She hissed in retaliation.

He took a menacing step forward, “Yet in only a few days, you won’t have a choice. That’s the beauty of our arrangement.” He tilted his head, staring her down condescendingly. “Bedamned the etiquette and manners, we are forced together regardless. Save yourself the effort and end this forsaken charade.”

She was left speechless yet again, unprepared for how to manage his attitude respectfully. In the end, she held her tongue; if he didn’t want her efforts then she would give him nothing in return. She took a deep breath, soothing the bubbling anger that simmered under the surface of her calm demeanor. “I understand our circumstances are less than ideal, but it is our duty and I hope that in the future, you find our pairing is favorable.” She gave a small curtesy, excusing herself to retreat towards the castle. She refused to let him break her spirit, plaguing her mind with rebellion; she was raised to be queen and planned to continue on the path flawlessly.

—

The crisp crinkling of parchment echoed through the castle corridors as Reina flipped through a novel of foreign policy, strolling through the lavishly decorated space, her gown trailing behind her as it swished with each of her steps. She found herself merely reading the words printed on the page, completely disengaged from the context of the information.

She let a sigh escape her lips as she dabbled in the mundane subject matter, wishing princesses wouldn’t need to learn such things. It wasn’t like they would need the information themselves. The man of any marriage was tasked with that responsibility while women were seen as pawns in bearing an heir.

Reina’s mind couldn’t help but venture onto Aurelia, thinking back on the conversations shared at the dinner table the night of her arrival. She was her family's only heir, yet she wouldn’t be able to reign as their queen until she was wed to a king, one with a claim to the crown and the power to rule their nation. Surely she would be able to rule alongside her counsel. Through the brief interactions she shared with the visiting royal, she was highly intelligent and knowledgeable. However, despite her capabilities to rule independently, her kingdom would appear weak in a man’s eyes, the world filled with vulturous men eager to prey on weak unsuspecting nations to conquer them for their own.

This must be why Aurelia was so eager to appeal to Reina's mother and father, why she didn’t mind being promised to a complete stranger. Her nation would need the support of a king’s rule, and her eldest brother would be just that.

It’s just a matter of time before mother and father sell you both off just the same.

Reina shuddered at the thought of Yeonjun’s words during Aurelia’s arrival. They were both arranged to be married not by their own free will, but by their parents' bidding. They would need to live the rest of their lives married to one another despite Yeonjun’s distaste of the sheepish royal and despite any of Aurelia’s wishes.

Reina continued to peer down at the busy pages nestled in her palm, her mind venturing from the parchment as she dwelled on her interactions with the handsome servant, Taehyun. Reina hoped she’d marry for love, destined to spend her days with a man who fills her with happiness and admiration. Her mind suddenly shifted to the horrid reality that one day, she might also be promised off to some outsider all for alliance and security amongst a changing world.

She shook herself of her thoughts, flipping through a few more pages of her book before turning the corner of the corridor, eager to seek out Beomgyu for a much-needed change in pace. Her book closed with a loud thud as she glanced up from the object, her eyes widening once realizing that she was inches from colliding with another individual.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have enough time to avoid the collision, the loud clanking of Taehyun’s metal tray ringing against the stone floors as red wine splattered across the marble, rouge grapes and cheeses joining the disarray. Her eyes found Taehyun stumbling back from the impact, Reina struggling to find her footing as well before glancing down at the heap on the ground.

“Taehyun, I apologize…I…I was reading before...” Reina stumbled over her words, feeling her cheeks flush in embarrassment as his gentle wide eyes bore through her soul. She was relieved to see a chuckle tug at his lips as she knelt down to begin gathering some of the debris onto the now-empty tray.

“Please, Your Highness. It’s entirely my fault.” He added without hesitation, working quickly to clean any remnants off the floor.

Reina felt partially responsible for the mess, crouching beside him as she set her book down to aid in picking up litter. Taehyun paused in his movements, surprised to see a royal not only aid in cleaning up the mess but also using a handkerchief that was tucked with her gown to aid in wiping up the spilled wine. “Let me help.” The young princess stumbled against the stone, making quick swiping motions in her best attempt to clean the spilled wine, the sleeve of her gown becoming saturated with the substance.

Taehyun moved quickly to pull his own rag from his pocket, aiding to remove any excess liquid, stunned that Reina was still trying to work alongside him in rectifying the mess. “Your Highness, please don’t worry about it. Princesses shouldn’t scurry, especially not on stone flooring.” He placed his rag onto the silver tray, grabbing her handkerchief before offering his hand to assist her in standing. Reina hadn't realized she was on her hands and knees, appearing as if she had just been scrubbing the floors, which she so boldly did.

She gave up on her mission as she reluctantly accepted his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity course through her body as Taehyun’s gentle fingertips caressed the fabric of her sleeve. She could feel his warmth seep through the material of her gown, warming her body in an insatiable heat.

Taehyun’s hair hung loosely in his eyes as he used his free hand to push back the strands, exposing his bright-eyed stare. “Your gown...” He spoke softly, his voice almost a whisper as his fingers trailed down the soiled fabric, grazing over the spot.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Reina pulled her arm away from his soft embrace, hiding it behind her to conceal the damage of her efforts. “It’s only a gown. I’ll come up with some excuse as to why it’s been stained.” Reina shrugged off the matter as she glanced back down to see if there were any remaining objects scattered about.

Taehyun was mesmerized by her nature, stunned to find that she wasn’t like most royals he’d come across. She treated him as if he were her equal, making him feel like a man of dignity despite his current position as a servant in the palace. He was in awe of her, wishing their status wouldn’t be an obstacle for him to profess his affection, knowing there could never be anything between them other than their hidden flirtatious gestures.

As if his mouth spoke on its own, he found himself stepping closer to her as his eyes darkened with intent. “Take off your gown.”

Reina blinked, completely dumbfounded by the audacious statement that escaped Taehyun’s lips. Her face flushed a deeper shade of crimson as she struggled to meet his gaze. “Pardon me?”

Taehyun refused to release her from his captivating glare, ignoring thoughts of the consequences as his mind whirled with images of her figure beneath the material adorning her body. With a jolt, he managed to peel his stare from her figure, peering up as his eyes widened at the reality of his predicament. “For the stain, your highness.” He quickly added, fumbling back as he allowed their proximity to simmer. “If you take off your gown and leave it in your chambers, I can tend to the stain.” He quickly attempted to cover his remark, wishing he could toss himself from the top of the trivets, mortified that he allowed himself to be so bold.

Reina visibly relaxed as she took in his explanation, nodding in agreement as she pulled her arm from behind her, examining her sleeve once more. “I shall. Thank you.” She spoke softly, her eyes glimmering at Taehyun with a wild desire as if expressing similar interests in the young servant. He felt himself gulp back his shock before Reina turned to make her way towards her chambers. “I’ll send my maid to inform you once it’s ready.” She called back, fighting every urge in her being from turning around to further indulge in the interactions she shared with the handsome servant.

Taehyun stood still as he watched her confidently strut down the corridors, leaving him practically drooling at the sight of her backside swaying with each step.

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