#guys i'm wheezing this is so fucking funny

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lay all your love on me - op81 (C2)

synopsis: in which oscar piastri and a university student begging for her euro summer vacation collide in a steamy, abba-inspired romance

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02: Love, Sweat, and Secondhand Embarrassment

"Clemmy I swear I wanted to die that entire time. Whoever I offended in an alternate universe I am so so sorry, I truly believe karma is real now," I lamented, voice weak.

Burying my head in my pillow, I could finally appreciate the cool blast of AC (well, it was a little bit of air conditioning but a little is better than nothing) I scratched my right leg that was hoisted up onto the blue duvet cover. If not for the horrible comedic timing of everything, in that moment, I might have said that I was enjoying myself.

On the other line of the phone, thousands of miles away, it was a completely different story.

"What the fuck," Clementine could barely muster out because she was laughing so hard.

"I still don't think any part of this story is funny, Clem," I roll my eyes and trail off.

"But it is! You genuinely should consider a career in stand-up comedy. If you recounted all of this in front of a paying live audience, I'm just saying it could make you a millionaire overnight," Clementine wheezed.

"Oh, shut up, bitch," I retorted, trying to suppress a smile despite my mortification.

"You know it's true though!" Her girlish giggles rang through my room. I could see her face through the screen and it looked like visible tears were streaming down her face from how funny she found this to be.

"I am completely and utterly humiliated. There is no way I can go downstairs and face everyone right now," I whined. It was true, as twenty minutes ago, mid-Facetime with Clementine, I heard the door to the foyer open and heard a lot of new noises.

New people. The neighbors. The rest of the Australians.

Crikey, mate.

There was no way I could face them. And since Oscar was probably their son (he looked way too young to be a father) he had probably already told them about the wretched and humiliating mishap.

"Seriously, Clemmy, you don’t get it," I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice but failing miserably. "This is not just some embarrassing story. This is my life, and I have to face these people now."

Clementine’s laughter finally started to subside, and she took a deep breath. "Okay, okay, I get it. But you have to admit, this is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of disaster. You can’t just ignore it. It’s like the universe is telling you to embrace the chaos."

I sighed, feeling a bit more grounded with her calming tone. "Yeah, well, I’m not exactly feeling the universe’s love right now. I feel like I’ve been dropped into some kind of sitcom. And what if they think I’m a total klutz? I can’t even begin to imagine how Oscar must’ve described me."

"It'll be fine. You are a pro at handling horrible situations. I mean, I can really only think that you have had more bad experiences with guys than good ones!" Clem tried to reassure me.

"Wow, thanks," I deadpanned. "Way to make a girl feel special."

Clementine's voice was full of playful sympathy. "Hey, I’m just saying, you’ve survived everything life’s thrown at you so far. Besides, look at it this way: if they’re judging you based on this one incident, they’re missing out on getting to know the amazing person you are."

"Yeah, because nothing says 'amazing' like face-planting into a pile of shampoo and knocking over a bunch of cleaning supplies," I said, sarcasm dripping from my tone.

Clementine laughed. "Exactly! And let’s be honest, if they do judge you for this, they’re definitely not worth your time. Besides, Oscar might even think you’re charming in a clumsy, endearing kind of way. You never know."

"You should really consider a career in therapy. If I lay here and close my eyes for a bit and sleep for three hours surely your advice will work," I retorted.

"Oh be so serious with me now,"

"I am! Now I can add a new skill to my LinkedIn profile," I said, trying to stifle a giggle. "How about 'Expert in Catastrophic Bathroom Mishaps: Master of Turning Shower Encounters into Slapstick Comedy'?"

Clementine burst into laughter. “That’s quite a title! It’s like you’ve got a whole new niche market for yourself.”

“Right? I’m just waiting for the endorsement from ‘The Association of Embarrassing Bathroom Incidents,’” I said, imagining a badge with that exact title. What a big, fat, fucking joke.

“Or maybe you'll become the keynote speaker for the 'International Conference on Unexpected Water-Based Accidents,’” Clementine added, her voice full of amusement.

“I’ll make sure to include a workshop on ‘How to Survive a Bathroom Collision with Dignity and Humor,’” I said with a chuckle. “And don’t forget the seminar on ‘Turning Slip-and-Fall Disasters into Networking Opportunities.’”

“A career to consider!” Clementine laughed. “And you know what? I’ll be your first fan. Just remember to keep me updated on how your new ‘disastrous bathroom mishap’ career is going.”

“I’ll make sure to do that,” I promised with a smile. “Thanks for the laugh. It’s nice to know that even in the middle of a fiasco, I can count on you to turn it into a comedy show.”

"What can I say, I will never turn down listening to a free shit show," Clementine winked at me through the camera.

"Clem! What the hell!" I waved my manicured pointed nail at her.

"Bye! Don't die from embarrassment before you come back!" She quipped, then promptly hung up.

I lay sprawled on my bed, dreading the thought of going downstairs and facing the group of new neighbors. The whole idea made me cringe. I was just about to mentally prepare myself for the awkward introductions when a sudden knock on my door jolted me upright. My heart raced as I called out lazily, “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Oscar standing there. His eyebrow was raised, and he wore a cheeky grin that did nothing to ease my nerves.

"Well, well, well," he said with an amused smirk. "Looks like you’ve been having quite the chat with 'dearest Clemmy,' haven’t you?"

My face flushed beet red, and I stuttered, struggling to find my words. “W-What are you doing here?”

Oscar leaned casually against the doorframe, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Oh, you know, just overheard you and Clemmy talking about our little mishap. I believe you mentioned something about me being ‘a charming yet infuriating Aussie who managed to turn your bathroom break into a comedy skit.’”

I blinked, stunned into silence. My mouth opened and closed, but no coherent words came out. The sheer embarrassment was overwhelming. Oscar’s casual demeanor and his cheeky grin only made things worse.

“What can I say, my name was called,” Oscar continued with a mischievous glint in his eye. “If someone keeps calling you hot, I mean, wouldn’t you be too curious to listen?”

His smirk only made my breath hitch and my fingers tremble a little more. I could feel my cheeks burning, and I struggled to come up with a response. The playful glint in his eye and his casual attitude did nothing to alleviate my embarrassment. Instead, they only made me feel more flustered.

I took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “W-Well, I guess I didn’t think anyone would be actually listening.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow playfully, his smirk widening. “Oh, I’m sure you didn’t. But it was too good to pass up. Especially the part where you called me a ‘human wrecking ball.’”

My face flushed a deeper shade of crimson. “Great. Just great,” I muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “I’m sure I’ve made a fantastic first impression.”

Oscar chuckled, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Look, it’s all good. I’ve seen worse first impressions. Trust me. At least you didn’t accidentally set off the fire alarm or flood the place.”

I managed a weak smile, still feeling the sting of embarrassment. “Yeah, well, I’ll try to keep any future disasters to a minimum.”

Look at me, constantly embarrassing myself in front of hot guys. This was the exact reason why I was still bitchless and socially awkward at the ripe age of twenty-one. I could navigate a spreadsheet like a pro, ace exams, and even master the perfect contour, but put me in a room with a cute guy, and I turned into a walking calamity.

I sighed internally, already dreading the inevitable teasing I’d get from Clemmy once she found out I had, yet again, failed to keep my cool around a guy. Maybe I should’ve just stayed in the bathroom and let the ground swallow me whole.

Oscar raised an eyebrow, studying me with a curious look. “You know, you seem like a completely different person right now. Way quieter, more shy… less daring.”

My face flushed with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. “That’s not true,” I snapped, crossing my arms defensively. “I’m exactly the same as I was before.”

Oscar’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on me. “Sure, if you say so. But the girl who almost took me down like a rugby player in the bathroom seemed a lot more fearless.”

My nose flared as I shot him a glare, feeling the fire of indignation rise within me. Who did he think he was, making assumptions about me? I’ll show him just how brave I can be, I thought, my fists clenching. If he wanted to see daring, then I’d make sure he regretted ever doubting me. The nerve of this guy! He might have been hot, but that didn’t give him the right to push my buttons like this.

Oscar gave me a lopsided grin, clearly pleased with himself. "Anyway, everyone’s heading downstairs to meet each other. Figured I’d let you know, since, you know, it’s probably not the best idea to hide out up here forever."

My stomach twisted with nerves at the thought of facing everyone after that humiliating encounter. The idea of meeting new people while still reeling from my disastrous introduction to Oscar was daunting. But there was no way I was going to let him see how nervous I actually was. I took a deep breath, nodding stiffly. "Fine, let’s get this over with."

As we walked out of the room and toward the stairs, I could feel Oscar’s presence behind me—large, imposing, and annoyingly close. My face heated up, and I silently cursed myself for blushing yet again. Why did this guy have to make everything so difficult?

It was like shooting a sitting duck. A little small talk, a smile, and baby, I was stuck. I was a grown woman, for god’s sake, not some teenager swooning over a crush. But there I was, getting flustered over a guy I barely knew. Get a grip, I told myself, trying to shake off the absurdity of the situation. This wasn’t supposed to happen—I wasn’t supposed to be this easily charmed.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I hesitated, gripping the railing a little longer than usual. I could feel Oscar’s gaze on me, and it only made my nerves worse. Just as I was about to take the first step down, his hand brushed against mine. The contact was brief but enough to send a jolt of awareness through me. His hand was rough with calluses, moderately enveloping mine in a way that felt both comforting and disarming.

What was it about this guy that made me feel so uncharacteristically off-balance? As I tried to steady my racing thoughts, I reminded myself that I had to keep it together. After all, I wasn’t about to let some smooth-talking Aussie turn me into a lovesick fool—no matter how much my traitorous heart seemed to enjoy the challenge.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my eyes were drawn to two adults who were deep in conversation with my mom. Their warm, friendly demeanor and unmistakable Australian accents told me they were Oscar’s parents. They seemed just as lively and outgoing as he was, which only added to the strangeness of this entire situation.

Then, I spotted Oscar’s siblings—a trio of sisters who looked like carbon copies of him, yet each had her own distinct vibe, like different fonts of the same typeface. They were laughing and joking with each other, their bond evident in the way they effortlessly engaged in light-hearted banter. I felt a pang of envy, wishing I had siblings to share that kind of closeness with.

My daydream was abruptly shattered when Oscar’s large, warm hand clasped onto my shoulder, his fingers pressing gently but firmly against my skin. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through me, making me jump slightly as a flush of heat rushed to my cheeks. His chuckle, deep and amused, rumbled behind me, the sound wrapping around me like a teasing caress. He was standing on the step just above me, close enough that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. His presence was unmistakably felt—broad, solid, and way too close for comfort, yet somehow not close enough.

His fingers lingered on my shoulder, almost as if he was testing my reaction, and I could feel the warmth radiating from his touch, seeping into my skin. The space between us seemed to shrink with every passing second, and I could barely concentrate on anything but the weight of his hand and the steady beat of my heart hammering in my chest.

Oscar leaned in slightly, his voice low and smooth as honey. “Jumpier than I thought,” he drawled, his tone dripping with playful mischief. “Didn’t take you for the shy type. Especially not after our little bathroom tango.” His grin widened, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a way that was both infuriating and ridiculously charming.

My pulse quickened at the way he was looking at me—those eyes sparkling with amusement, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. I swallowed hard, my mind racing to come up with a retort, but all I could focus on was how his hand, still resting on my shoulder, felt both protective and possessive. The air between us crackled with a tension that was impossible to ignore, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

I could quite literally cut the sexual tension with the dullest fucking butterknife in the world.

I tried to muster a sharp retort, something that would wipe that smug grin off his face, but my brain was too busy short-circuiting to cooperate. All I could manage was a stuttered, “I-I’m not shy! You just—caught me off guard, that’s all.” The words tumbled out, weak and unconvincing, and I mentally cringed at how feeble they sounded.

Oscar’s grin only grew, clearly enjoying my flustered state. He leaned in a little closer, his gaze locked on mine with a playful intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “Off guard, huh?” he murmured, his voice dipping lower. “So, you’re saying if I hadn’t surprised you, you’d be able to keep up?”

I opened my mouth to respond, determined to regain some semblance of dignity, but nothing clever came out. Instead, I just stood there, caught between wanting to pull away from his teasing and feeling inexplicably drawn to his warmth. His hand slid from my shoulder, and the absence of his touch left a surprising chill in its wake.

Realizing that my window for a comeback was closing, I finally managed to sputter, “Y-Yeah, exactly.” I immediately cursed myself for sounding so pathetic. Not exactly the sharp comeback I was hoping for. His smirk deepened, and I could tell he wasn’t buying it for a second.

“Sure, whatever you say,” Oscar replied, his tone still dripping with amusement. He straightened up, giving me a quick wink before stepping down to the next stair. The playful glint in his eyes told me he knew exactly how much he was getting under my skin, and he was loving every second of it.

As he moved past me, I finally found my voice—too little, too late—and muttered under my breath, “Cocky bastard.” But it was quiet enough that I hoped he didn’t hear it. To my dismay, Oscar paused, turning back with a raised eyebrow and an even wider grin.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Care to repeat it?”

My cheeks flamed as I quickly shook my head. “Nope, nothing. Let’s just… go meet everyone.”

Oscar’s grin didn’t falter as he took a step closer, still looming above me. “You know,” he began, his voice casual but with that familiar teasing edge, “I’ve already met everyone else. Your mom, too. And I’ve gotta say, you two seem like complete opposites.”

I blinked up at him, caught off guard again. “Opposites?”

He nodded, leaning against the wall with that effortless ease he seemed to have perfected. “Yep. Your mom’s all smiles and warm welcomes. You, on the other hand… well, you’ve got this whole ‘ready to throw punches’ vibe going on.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to gauge whether he was being serious or just messing with me again. “I do not have a ‘ready to throw punches’ vibe.”

Oscar’s lips twitched like he was holding back a laugh. “Oh, you totally do. But don’t worry,” he added with a playful smirk, “it’s kind of endearing. Keeps things interesting.”

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Glad to know I’m so entertaining for you.”

He shrugged, unfazed. “Hey, I’m just saying, opposites attract, right? Besides, your mom already likes me. You could take a few notes.”

His comment sent a fresh wave of warmth to my cheeks, both from irritation and something I couldn’t quite place. “I don’t need notes from you,” I shot back, though my voice lacked its usual bite.

Oscar just chuckled, giving me one last teasing wink before turning to head down the stairs. “Whatever you say, mate. Just try not to tackle anyone else while you’re at it.”

"Well well well, what do we have here?" A girl with short hair and a devious grin matching Oscar's grinned at me as well entered the kitchen. Shimmering her hands like "jazz hands", she rolled her eyes and rested her chin in the palm of her hand.

I turned to face the new arrival, immediately recognizing her as one of Oscar’s sisters—one of the three siblings who seemed to share his penchant for mischief. Her cropped hair and sharp, playful eyes made her look like she’d just stepped out of a rom-com where she was the resident troublemaker, always stirring the pot and having a laugh at everyone else’s expense.

“Hey, party people,” she said, her voice dripping with a teasing lilt. She shot me a grin that was almost a mirror image of Oscar’s, mischievous and knowing, like she was in on some inside joke I hadn’t been let in on yet. I could feel the same heat from before creeping up my neck. Why did it feel like these siblings were reading me like an open book?

“Looks like someone’s already made a grand entrance,” she continued, flicking her eyes between me and Oscar with an amused smirk. “Oscar’s been talking about you nonstop since we got here. Said something about a ‘bathroom fiasco’ that deserves an award?”

I shot a glare at Oscar, who was leaning casually against the counter, looking far too pleased with himself. “Did he now?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the mortification clawing at me.

The girl laughed, light and musical, but with an edge that told me she was fully enjoying every bit of this. “Oh yeah, he’s been filling us in. But don’t worry, we’re used to his tall tales. I’m Hattie, by the way,” she added, extending a hand with exaggerated enthusiasm as if we were meeting on the set of a game show rather than in my kitchen.

I hesitated for a beat before shaking her hand, trying to muster a smile that didn’t look too forced. “Nice to meet you, Hattie. I’m—”

“Oh, I know who you are,” she interrupted, her grin widening. “You’re the girl who almost took out my brother. Honestly, I’m impressed. No one’s ever managed to knock him off his game quite like that.”

I glanced at Oscar, who was watching the exchange with an infuriatingly smug look on his face. Maisie’s comment hung in the air, both a compliment and a lighthearted jab. I couldn’t help but feel like I was once again the butt of some inside joke between the siblings.

“Yeah, well, it’s a special talent of mine,” I said, trying to sound casual but feeling like every word was being scrutinized. “Guess I just have that effect.”

Hattie laughed, the sound bright and unapologetically amused. “Oh, I like you already. But hey, if you’re gonna hang out with us, you better be ready for a little friendly chaos. And maybe a few more unexpected collisions.”

Oscar gave a soft snort of laughter, and I could feel his eyes still on me, assessing, teasing, and—annoyingly—almost impressed. I tried to ignore the butterflies that seemed to be staging a full-on rebellion in my stomach. Clearly, this family thrived on playful torment, and I had somehow found myself right in the middle of it.

“Don’t worry,” I said, straightening up and forcing a confident smile. “I think I can handle whatever you guys throw at me.”

Hattie's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she gave me a mock salute. “That’s the spirit. Welcome to the chaos, mate.”

Oscar chuckled again, giving me that damn wink before pushing off from the counter. “Oh, she’s ready for it. Trust me, she’s already made quite the impression.”

The other two girls strolled in, each with their own distinct energy that filled the room. One had a fierce, confident look, dark hair tied up in a messy bun, and a leather jacket that screamed ‘cooler-than-you’ vibes. The youngest, a curly-haired, bright-eyed whirlwind, practically bounced into the kitchen, her infectious smile lighting up the space.

“So,” I said, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sudden influx of new faces. “I’ve met Oscar, obviously, and… Hattie, right?” I glanced at the girl who had first greeted me, who nodded with a playful smile. “But I’m afraid I haven’t gotten your names yet,” I continued, pointing between the other two sisters.

The girl with the leather jacket gave me a wry grin, leaning casually against the counter. “I’m Edie,” she said, her voice dripping with casual confidence. “The cooler, smarter middle child.”

Mae, the youngest, immediately chimed in, rolling her eyes at her sister. “And I’m Mae, the fun one,” she said with a giggle, her curls bouncing as she hopped up onto a stool. “Edie’s just mad she wasn’t born with my charm.”

Edie snorted, pretending to be offended. “Please, you’re like a tiny tornado of chaos. But yeah, I guess she’s not wrong,” she added, shooting me a smirk. “Mae’s got a way of making everything a little… livelier.”

I couldn’t help but smile at their playful back-and-forth. “Nice to officially meet you all. And thanks for the heads-up on your brother’s antics,” I said, glancing at Oscar, who was watching the exchange with an amused glint in his eye.

“Oh, trust me,” Hattie added, her grin widening as she nudged Oscar with her elbow. “We’ve got years of experience keeping this one in line. You’re welcome to join the effort.”

Oscar threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Wow, ganging up on me already? This is why I never bring girls home,” he joked, though there was a hint of genuine warmth in his voice, like he was more than used to—and secretly enjoyed—their teasing.

Mae leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just wait till we start telling you all the embarrassing stories. Oscar’s got quite a few, and we’ve got no problem spilling the tea.”

Oscar smirked, shifting his weight just enough to close the distance between us, his presence suddenly feeling a lot closer, a lot warmer. He leaned in with a casual ease, his movements smooth and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to make me squirm. His voice dropped into a playful, low tone, rich and velvety, each word dripping with deliberate charm. “Oh, don’t worry about them,” he murmured, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “I’d much rather hear your stories. You’re far more interesting than anything they could say about me.”

The way he looked at me was like I was the only person in the room, his eyes lingering on mine with a bold, flirtatious glint that sent a shiver down my spine. His grin was maddeningly confident, a little crooked, and devastatingly irresistible—the kind of smile that made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing. It was teasing, suggestive, and far too charming for its own good, like he was daring me to blush, daring me to react.

I felt the heat creeping up my neck, a slow burn that spread across my cheeks, making my skin prickle with the sudden awareness of how close he was. My mind scrambled for something clever to say, but his flirtatious tone, the way his eyes roved over my face as if he was reading every reaction, left me tongue-tied. It was like he was peeling back layers with just a look, searching for the part of me that he could fluster with a few well-placed words and that infuriating smile.

I tried to steady my breath, but his proximity was overwhelming. I could catch the faint scent of his cologne—fresh, with a hint of something spicy—and the subtle shift of his body as he leaned closer sent my senses into overdrive. Every nerve seemed to hum in response to his nearness, and I could feel my face burning hotter, betraying me with every second that I failed to look away.

Edie made a gagging noise, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Ew, Oscar, seriously? Can you not flirt for like five seconds? It’s embarrassing.”

Mae giggled, giving Oscar a playful shove. “Yeah, gross. No one wants to see that. Save it for when we’re not around, Romeo.”

Hattie snorted, shaking her head as she watched Oscar with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “He’s always like this. Thinks he’s Mr. Smooth. Don’t let him get to you.”

But Oscar only chuckled, clearly unfazed by his sisters’ teasing. He turned back to me, his grin widening as he caught sight of my flushed cheeks. “Aww, look at that,” he said, his voice soft and teasing. “Did I make you blush? How cute.”

I quickly tried to hide my face, mortification bubbling up as I realized there was no escaping the heat radiating from my cheeks. “N-No, you didn’t,” I stammered, though the pink tint on my face said otherwise.

Oscar’s smirk deepened, and he leaned in just a little closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re not very good at hiding it, you know. It’s kind of endearing.”

I could practically feel my cheeks getting even more red, if that was even possible. His sisters snickered behind us, enjoying the show as much as they enjoyed tormenting him.

Mae nudged Hattie, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear, “He’s really laying it on thick, huh? Someone needs to put a leash on this one.”

Hattie snickered and turned to me, giving me an exaggeratedly sympathetic look. “Don’t worry, he does this to everyone. It’s part of his ‘charm offensive.’ Just don’t let him get away with it too easily.”

“Yeah, make him work for it,” Edie added with a laugh. “And don’t let that blush fool you. He’s got enough of an ego without you feeding it.”

Oscar just shrugged, clearly unbothered by his sisters’ ribbing. He kept his eyes on me, his smile softening just slightly. “They’re just jealous because they know I’m right. You really are something else.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to fight the smile that was creeping onto my face despite my best efforts. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, crossing my arms in an attempt to compose myself.

Oscar leaned back, finally giving me a bit of space but not without one last wink. “Impossible’s my specialty,” he said, the playful challenge hanging in the air.

Hattie clapped her hands together, breaking the charged silence that had wrapped around us. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s change the scene before this kitchen gets any steamier,” she said with a sly grin, glancing between Oscar and me. “What do you say we all head out to the pool? It’s hot as hell today, and I could use a swim.”

Mae’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, and she bounced on her toes with excitement. “Yes, please! I’ve been dying to jump in all morning. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Edie shrugged, pushing off the counter. “Sounds like a plan. Beats sitting around here watching Oscar make a fool of himself,” she said, shooting her brother a pointed look that he brushed off with a careless smirk.

I hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden change in plans. The thought of the pool—cool water, bright sun, and lounging with these new, vibrant personalities—was tempting, but my mind immediately jumped to what that would mean: changing into a bikini, being under the sun's scrutiny, and, worse, the idea of Oscar’s eyes on me again, but this time with even less to hide behind.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I said, trying to sound casual, though my heart was starting to race for an entirely different reason now. “Just give me a minute to get changed.”

As I slipped back into my room, I rummaged through my suitcase, finding the bright bikini I had packed on a whim but hadn’t quite planned on wearing in front of a whole audience of strangers. It was a pretty number—a little more revealing than I was used to—but suddenly, the idea of wearing it around Oscar felt daunting. My insecurities bubbled up: the nagging thoughts of whether my stomach was flat enough, if my thighs looked alright, or if the faint stretch marks I tried so hard to ignore would be too noticeable under the bright afternoon sun.

I took a deep breath, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I tugged at the fabric, trying to adjust it in a way that made me feel more comfortable, but the nerves wouldn’t settle. I could already imagine Oscar’s eyes lingering on me, his playful smirk turning into something more appraising, and the thought sent a rush of heat to my cheeks. God, why was I letting this get to me? It was just a pool. Just a bikini. Just Oscar. But the more I tried to rationalize, the more those little fears crept in, whispering doubts that made my stomach churn.

I was so lost in my own thoughts, adjusting and readjusting the strings and trying to silence the negative self-talk, that I nearly jumped out of my skin when a sudden knock rattled my door. My heart leaped into my throat, and I spun around, my breath catching as I called out, “W-Who is it?”

“It’s me,” came Oscar’s familiar voice, muffled but still clear enough to send a jolt of nerves through me. “Just checking to see if you’re alright in there. You’ve been quiet, and, well, didn’t want you chickening out on us.”

His tone was light, but there was something softer in it, something that caught me off guard. It wasn’t the usual teasing or the cocky one-liners I’d grown accustomed to in the short time I’d known him. This felt… genuine. A flicker of concern threaded through his words, almost like he actually cared if I was okay. My cheeks flushed anew, this time from the unexpected warmth of his attention rather than embarrassment.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my cover-up as I tried to piece together my swirling thoughts. Was this the same Oscar who had been smirking at me in the kitchen, flirting shamelessly in front of his sisters? The same Oscar who seemed to relish every moment he made me blush or stumble over my words? It was strange, almost disarming, to hear him like this—concerned, attentive, with none of his usual bravado.

My heart fluttered at the thought. What if there was more to him than just the cheeky guy who lived for teasing? I couldn’t help but feel a small, unexpected tug in my chest, an urge to believe that this side of him was real and not just some act. But then, just as quickly, my rational side kicked in, reminding me that I’d known Oscar for all of three hours, most of which had been spent flustered and caught up in his whirlwind of charm.

Was I reading too much into this? Was I letting my own insecurities and wishful thinking color my perception of him? It was hard not to, especially when he swung so easily between flirty and sincere, keeping me constantly off-balance. I barely knew this guy, yet here I was, letting my mind wander into dangerous territory, imagining depth and sincerity that might not even be there.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady my thoughts. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions—didn’t want to let a few kind words make me think I’d seen some hidden side of him. But it was hard not to feel flustered when his voice had softened like that, when he’d taken the time to check on me instead of just joking about how long I was taking.

The knock on my door, the concern in his tone—it all felt so different from the playful Oscar who’d swaggered into my life just a few hours ago. Maybe it was nothing, just a moment of decency, a brief glimpse of something real behind the jokes and teasing. Or maybe I was just overthinking, desperate to see something more in him because he’d managed to get under my skin in a way I wasn’t quite prepared for.

I sighed, feeling my cheeks heat up once more as the realization hit me—I was blushing again, and not just from embarrassment this time. There was something about Oscar, something that made me want to believe he was more than the carefree charmer he projected. But whether that was true or just wishful thinking, I couldn’t be sure. Not yet.

“I-I’m fine!” I called back, trying to steady my voice, but it came out shaky, betraying the mix of anxiety and embarrassment that had settled in my chest. “Just… getting ready.”

There was a pause on the other side of the door, long enough that I thought he might have walked away. But then, Oscar’s voice cut through again, softer this time, and with a teasing edge. “You sure? I promise no one’s gonna judge you out there. Least of all me.”

The reassurance felt sincere, but I couldn’t help the way my mind raced with all the what-ifs. What if he did look? What if I didn’t look good enough? What if this stupid bikini made me feel more exposed than I could handle? I glanced at myself one last time in the mirror, trying to summon the confidence that I usually wore so easily, but right now felt like it was hiding somewhere I couldn’t reach.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I finally managed, forcing a smile I hoped he couldn’t hear through the door. “Just... give me a sec. I’ll be right out.”

“Take your time,” Oscar said, his voice fading as he finally moved away from the door. “But don’t take too long. You don’t wanna miss the fun.”

As his footsteps retreated, I let out a shaky breath, trying to collect myself. I ran a hand through my hair, giving myself one last pep talk before heading out. It was just a pool day, I reminded myself. Just a stupid pool day with some new people and a guy who was way too good at making me blush. And maybe, just maybe, it would be fun—if I could get out of my own head long enough to let it be.

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taglist! @mingyusbigrighttoe @theblueblub @demandealalune @linnygirl09

[wannabe-all]

I watched Ámsterdam the other day and oh fuck god ehm gay yes

There's definitely queer baiting in the movie, I was expecting to see a polyamorous dynamic between the main characters (there isn't) but the movie was good. It denounces fascism and Taylor Swift dies (spoiler)

[mclqren]

THE LECLERC CHRONICLES ★ F1 GRID

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!younger sister!reader ; f1 grid x fem!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you're the younger sister of charles leclerc, and your relationship with the rest of the f1 grid has the internet going crazy [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader is 22 years old, and the youngest leclerc sibling. this one is a bit shorter than my other smaus, sorry for that! the fc i've used is lexi jayde, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

SERIES ✦ the leclerc chronicles masterlist ; next part

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yourusername it's tough work being the hottest leclerc 🤷‍♀️

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user1 UGH SHE'S SO PERFECT

user2 my fav leclerc sibling!!

charles_leclerc the caption 🤔🤔

yourusername am i lying though?? 😘

arthur_leclerc i think you are!

yourusername i think it's just you (& charles) who think that!

landonorris so what's the crown for then?

yourusername because im a queen. i need no other reason 😊👑

landonorris self proclaimed queen or-?

yourusername im queen of the grid, now bow down, bitch!

alex_albon you don't even drive-???

yourusername stop it rn or i'll tell charles to ram into both of you on the track 😊❤️❤️

georgerussell who are the flowers from 🤨🤨

yourusername my man, who else?

georgerussell okay be honest now y/n...who are they from.

yourusername and if i told you ur girlfriend then what 🤷‍♀️

carmenmmundt only woman i need 😘😘

georgerussell WOAHHH SLOW YOUR ROLL GUYS

carlossainz55 loving the sunglasses, y/n! 😎😎

yourusername awww you type like such a dad but ur forgiven bc ur my fav ferrari driver 💗

charles_leclerc helloo i'm your older brother??

yourusername hey, i'm still allowed to have my favorites!

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yourusername bahrain weekend woohooo!! TEAM LECLERC (third slide is for motivation ❤️)

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user3 THE THIRD SLIDE IM WHEEZING

user4 SHE'S SO FUCKING FUNNY

charles_leclerc the last slide??? im telling maman ☹️

maxverstappen1 maybe you can beat me with that motivation!

yourusername he speaks the truth charlie soz 🤷‍♀️ AND PLS DONT TELL MAMAN IM SORRY

francisca.cgomes ur sooo 😍😍

yourusername leave pierre for me rn. im richer i swear

pierregasly huh?

yourusername see, not a thought behind those eyes! run away w me bbg 😘

francisca.cgomes okay you've convinced me, give me ten minutes x

yourusername HAAA GOT UR GIRL GASLY

landonorris the coat in bahrain weather??

oscarpiastri how is she surviving??

yourusername a girl does what a girl has to do 🤷‍♀️ maybe you should both take fashion tips from me anyway xx

charles_leclerc you aren't being rude are you y/n?!

yourusername noooo!! im offering friendly advice 😊

lance_stroll i wonder who bought you the first shirt...🤨

yourusername my rich nepo baby friend, thanks again boo 😘

lance_stroll wowww you're literally a nepo baby sister idk what ur on about

yourusername im actually famous for my incredible looks & witty humor, not my fugly brothers

charles_leclerc why are you so rude to us ☹️

yourusername it comes from a place of love 💗

logansargeant i wonder whose sunglasses you're wearing?!

yourusername idk i just found them!!

yourusername

( caption one: the third wheel lifestyle is NOTTT for the weak 😔 + tags | caption two: yeah i took this photo asw. can they stop being so fucking happy please it's making me depressed 😔 )

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yourusername who needs a man when you have kika 😘 ( ps no clue who the other people in the last pic were, but whatevs )

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user5 the y/n lifestyle is something i needddd

user6 SO REAL FOR THIS

user7 outfitsss!! 😍

francisca.cgomes love you 😘

yourusername LOVE YOU MORE 💗💗

landonorris what on earth were you drinking

yourusername idk but it was fizzy and orangey and it was yum

alex_albon orangey isn't a word ❌

yourusername ACTUALLY ☝️ it is. sooo idk what ur on about mate

pierregasly are you even of age to be drinking

yourusername IM THE SAME AGE AS UR GF??? ur just jelly she prefers me to you

pierregasly ☹️☹️

logansargeant the winnie the pooh shirt 🔥

yourusername do americans even know winnie the pooh...

logansargeant clearly??

charles_leclerc how much did you have to drink

yourusername none of ur concern brother!

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landonorris y/n's signature pose: hands under the chin (she forced me to post this please come save me guys)

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user8 SHE'S SOOO ICONIC

user9 CAPTION LOOLLL LOVE Y/N

yourusername live laugh love me!!

alex_albon is it now...

yourusername SHUT UP ALBONNN IT IS

yourusername guys the caption is a liee i swear he just loves me 💗

landonorris urm who told you that mate

yourusername shut up or i'll send you back to the basement 😁 no one cares enough to save you

georgerussell63 carmen's looking over my shoulder and says y/n's a cutie

yourusername TELL CARMEN I LOVE HER AND TELL HER TO COME OVER TONIGHT 😘😘

pierregasly are you just after everyone's girlfriend then?

yourusername yup! single life = hoe life, @/alex_albon lily's next 😘

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yourusername hey alexa, play art deco by lana del rey ( 📸 @/arthur_leclerc )

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user10 SHE LISTENS TO LANA?

user11 SHE'S ONE OF US FR

user12 the dress wooowwww

charles_leclerc when did you take these 🤨

yourusername don't worry about it 💗

arthur_leclerc we had tons of fun without you ❤️❤️

yourusername ARTHUR DON'T BE MEAN (it's true)

charles_leclerc ☹️☹️☹️

lilymhe 😍😍

yourusername LOVE YOU LILS 💗

yourusername but also ops on leaving alex for me...just for research purposes

alex_albon Y/N STOP IT SHE'S MY GF

yourusername leave me alone im single and sad :(

lance_stroll did i not buy you that dress for christmas

yourusername yes you did!! thanks again lance it was a LOVELY investment 😘

yourusername

( caption one: guess where i am!! 🇦🇺 | caption two: yeah yeah the flag gave it away whatever look at my new best friends 🦒 )

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yourusername aussie aussie aussie... (australians finish the chant)

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user13 she's so perfect

user14 wait is she charles' sister??

user15 yup!! she's the youngest of the leclerc siblings

oscarpiastri coming from an australian...no 🧡

yourusername lucky for me ur not the only australian i know...so!

danielricciardo OI OI OI 🇦🇺🇦🇺

yourusername @/oscarpiastri LOOLLLL POINT MADE

oscarpiastri DANIEL WE'RE MEANT TO BE AUSSIE BUDDIES WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME

danielricciardo THE CHANT WAS CALLING TO ME I CANT HELP IT

charles_leclerc FORZA FERRARI

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️❤️

yourusername idk red's not really my color...might have to step into the mclaren paddock next time to see if orange suits me better

charles_leclerc as my sister you can't fraternise with the enemy

yourusername yeah but y/n leclerc does whatever she pleases and right now she wants to wear an orange jacket 🤷‍♀️

landonorris *papaya, not orange

yourusername yeah yeah pls give me a vip paddock pass for japan thank you lan 😘🫶

georgerussell63 the first picture??

yourusername i dropped my ice cream and my WONDERFUL brother decided to capture the moment instead of comforting me ☹️

charles_leclerc it was so funny you just had to be there

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yourusername FERRARI 1-2 I KNOW THAT'S RIGHTTT!! PROUD OF MY BROTHER(S) (and little lando norris congrats on 3rd 😘)

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user16 THE CAPTIONNN BROTHERS IM CRYING

user17 the way she said in a podcast once that carlos being in her life was like having ANOTHER older brother makes me cry its so sweet

user18 FERRARI IS MY RED FLAG YESSS 🚩🚩

charles_leclerc rare post of you being proud of me?

yourusername it's mainly for carlos...but i'm proud of you too i guess!

charles_leclerc but i'm your brother??

yourusername idk ur both my brothers in my eyes 💗💗

carlossainz55 te amo y/n! ❤️

logansargeant embracing your inner cowboy, i see! very american of you 🤠

yourusername RAHHH WHAT IS A KILOMETRE 🦅🦅🦅

lance_stroll nurse, she got out again

yourusername SHUT UP LANCELOT ur just jealous that i prefer america to canada!! ❤️

landonorris thanks for the caption y/n, but are you not looking for a way out of the ferrari paddock...🤨🤨

yourusername unfortunately mr norris i have to be a supportive big sister on days like today, where my dear brother has done an exceptional job at racing. i hope you understand, and i offer you my deepest condolences ❤️

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might make a p2 to this idk :)

[pippin-katz]

The Awardist - Nicholas Galitzine & Taylor Zakhar Perez

I have to write down the best bits and record my thoughts while listening to this because I am completely losing my mind over what is our first real interview with the boys that was recorded in real time.

27:55 - right off the bat we got a great inside joke/reference from the host that had me cackle

28:19 - taylor being happy to see their faces and nicholas immediately shutting him down like "well i'm not happy to see taylor's face"

28:40 - taylor joking about putting a post-in note over nick's face lmfao

29:30 - the way they don't want to talk over each other, it's giving alex's bedroom flashbacks

29:40 - nick being like "oh! oh, it's good!" when dipping into the online response when the movie released lmfao 😆

30:33 - the silence following the social media question where they were apparently nodding followed by taylor saying they were texting each other like "mate" "mate" back and forth

31:20 - THEY TALKED ABOUT THE SIGNING WARS

31:44 - nicholas calling taylor "this little fucker" had me dying cause me and @meraki-yao were literally referring to him as that in our conversation on ig yesterday

32:00 - nicholas genuinely asking taylor "what possessed you to do this?"; it's giving storage closet in the children's hospital vibes when henry's like "why do you dislike me?"

33:04 - "take it nick" immediately upon being asked the dense question regarding fans reacting to their portrayals of henry and alex, and the way that nicholas laughs and stutters makes me think that taylor totally did that on purpose to mess with him lmfao

34:00 - taylor stopping to talk to fans regardless of where he is or where he's going and specfically mentioning how meaningful it was that people have said *TW* they were contemplating suicide when they read the book/watched the movie and that it helped them 🥺

35:40 - the host referred to the film as "a coming out story", which i don't really agree with as a label because the coming out portion is an added piece of their relationship as two public figures, but their love is the actual story

36:40 - nicholas referring to the film as "wholesome and funny" made me smile so much because it truly is wholesome

37:18 - not the host making the "top to bottom" joke 😭

37:58 - nicholas and taylor have talked about their friendship with each other and how they instantly clicked; nick knew within a few minutes of rehearsal that taylor was "his buddy" 🥺

38:41 - catch me squaring up with everyone who has made nicholas self conscious and self deprecating about doing so much intimacy work on the screen that he refers to it as "basically his thing" like that's all he's recognized for; i am so ready to punch some motherfuckers 😡

39:10 - "it's so fun now, seeing my mate at all these awards and stuff"; catch me fucking crying

39:24 - not taylor misremembering the "nicholas or joey" question as "who was the better kisser"; he totally combined the "is nicholas a good kisser" question with the "who has your heart tonight" question

40:05 - taylor talking about matthew's background in theatre and how they got to actually rehearse with each other; i will never stop being insanely grateful that matthew is a theatre guy

40:55 - the way i said "oh my god" out loud because i was so excited by the question

41:14 - improvised the "physicality" of the store room; i.e. they just fell on top of each other and clamored around 😂

41:32 - the way i literally gasped so hard that i started coughing when nicholas called taylor "tay", i am not even fucking joking, that was so fucking cute 😭

43:42 - fucking wheezed upon realizing where the question going

44:02 - the knowing way taylor was like "i will take this one" lmfao

45:10 - not me going so red from second hand embarrassment 🫣

45:44 - taylor bringing the jockstrap that nicholas wears in bottoms, and nicholas immediately adding "i won't even go into mary & george" 😂

47:51 - taylor finishing nicholas' sentence about matthew's direction for the cake scene; sharing a braincell lol

48:36 - taylor's dog passed away the night of the first day of filming like wow, that fucking sucks 🥺😭

49:05 - "everyone's looking at me with these sad eyes" made me so sad but then taylor said "do you want some tea?" in a terrible british accent lmfao

49:50 - nicholas complimenting and boosting taylor's performance while having such a hard time emotionally 🥺

50:49 - taylor bringing up running through the museum; i can hear the smile in his voice while talking about it 😭

51:28 - they filmed the kensington palace fight and the red room the week after nicholas got covid

52:40 - oh my god, the way you can hear nick grinning as he throws taylor under the bus for the sequel question 😂

53:30 - taylor wants a second book to base the sequel off of

54:03 - taylor used they/them pronouns for casey!! see? he knows, it was totally nerves

55:20 - it felt like it was over too soon, i desperately need more of them PLEASE 😭

This is the greatest thing that's happened in like, a month for me lmfao I am literally begging for more people to interview the boys about RWRB, I am so fucking desperate for more content of the two of them together. They are everything to me 🥺

Thanks for reading!! If you enjoyed this essay & would like to support me, you can give me a tip on my Ko-Fi! ☺️

[moralesmilesanhour]

seeing double

summary: Milo keeps getting mistaken for Miles and he's like really over it wc: ~500' a/n: I feel like I've just been writing heavy-ish stuff non-stop so I thought I'd just do something for the sillies. Here is my masterlist for more Stuff

“Yo, Miles, we got a problem–oh.”

Milo gave Ganke Lee an icy glare from where he sat on the stoop in front of his house. The husky Korean boy had met his twin brother in ninth grade, and the two became fast friends. They were not close enough, apparently, for Ganke to avoid occasionally mistaking the two boys and spilling bits and pieces of secret plans that Milo was decidedly not a part of. Like being fucking Spider-Man. The braids seemed to help, though not by a large margin.

Milo pulled back his purple hoodie to reveal them, for emphasis.

“Yeah, wrong guy,” he said flatly. “Need me to text him?”

Ganke tensed. 

“Um, nah, I think I’ll be able to find him.”

Milo scoffed. “Scared you’re gonna spill his lil’ ‘secret identity’?”

The other boy’s eyes widened.

“You…You know?”

“I know how to put two and two together, Lee. Now do you need me to text him or not?”

Ganke pursed his lips for a second, then shrugged. “Tell him the Goblin’s loose again. See ya.”

He gave a quick salute, then began to jog back in the direction he came from.

The rest of Miles’ week went about the same way:

“Miles, how’s the art project coming along?”

“I’m not Miles.”

“We miss you, Miles!”

“Not Miles, but I’ll pass the message along.”

“Miles, it's not funny. Let's go.”

“I'm. Not. Miles!”

You struggled to tug your boyfriend along behind you before the showing time for the movie you two had picked out rolled around. The tight new cornrows sitting on top of his head seemed to be cutting off the flow to his brain, because he seemed to have no idea what you were talking about. 

“We're gonna be late!”

“Late to what?”

Fully on the brink of giving up, you dropped his hand and spun around to face him.

“Look, do you wanna go or not? You can't keep flaking on me like this, this is the third time–”

“And it won't happen again!”

There, jogging up to you in a white sweatshirt, hair very clearly un-braided, was Miles. 

You blinked hard a few times, then looked back at Not Miles, who had his arms crossed in irritation. 

“Yo, your girl tried to kidnap me just now,” he snapped. “Can you not be late to everything?”

The real Miles glanced between you and his twin for a moment before bursting into a wheezing fit of laughter.

“It's not funny!” You both said in unison as he held his stomach. 

After wiping a tear from his eye and regaining his composure, he gestured towards Not Miles. 

“You wanna introduce yourself first?”

Not Miles sighed.

“Milo Morales. My real name's Manuel, but I don't want nobody calling me ‘Manny’, so I go by Milo. Don't forget it.”

You narrowed your eyes at Miles.

“Why didn't you tell me you had a brother with the same face as you?”

He shrugged. 

“Wasn’t important information at the time.”

“ ‘Wasn't important’– I almost took your brother out on a date by accident!”

“You're not my type.”

“Alright, look,”

Miles took your hand. His palm was softer than Milo's, you noted.

“I'll explain at the movies, I promise.”

Your expression softened, and you squeezed his hand back.

“You'd better.”

“See you at home?” Miles turned to Milo, who was already stalking off in the other direction with his hands in his pockets. 

“Whatever, man!”

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

ok so ive been rewatching psychoville and saw on the wikipedia that there were a bunch of websites made for the series (they were all written by reece and steve btw) which i've been looking through cos they are genuinely SO fucking funny & also just amazingly creative lol!

anyway i know people in the fandom probs already know about this (since the show came out literally 15 years ago pfft) but i thought i'd share some of my fav bits (but honestly would just recommend just checking them out if you haven't i have been crying with laughter for literally hours lol)

i will say that a lot of the media (videos, games, etc) no longer work on the archived sites rip but i'm sure people have uploaded some of the stuff (vids especially) to yt or other places lol

so a) i love that we get some background stuff on jelly and 2) 'captain CRACKERS' bernie clifton's dressing room reference question mark ??????? (ofc bcdr was AFTER this but i know love the idea that mr jelly trained under len pfft)

what that red raw stump do though 👀 (sorry pfffft)

mr jolly's website wasn't that interesting soz tho i did like him comparing being a doctor to being a clown lol

the comment about fag bears did make me wheeze i'm afraid lol i also loved the blurry photos of lomax's commodities lol (kinda reminded me of the bit in tlog w/ that terrible old photographer guy lol)

when i tell you i DIED with laughter at the 'now known as hull' bit like u just know reece wrote that bit pfft

not really a funny thing but this poem written by david honestly kinda breaks my heart lol... i think it also a lot of additional context to david's guilt when he thought he'd killed his father(faver) because perhaps he felt guilty about NOT feeling guilty you get me? like, it felt to me that when maureen told david it was SHE who killed her husband, it didn't feel like he was mad at her for doing it, but more that she kept the fact from him. it's about... the mutual oedipus-coded obsession with one another that couldn't even be destroyed in death and in this essay i will....

ghoul_lass23 is just like me but about tumblr lol fr

nothing feels more cursed than the phrases 'the river minge has burst its banks', 'crying creamy tears' and 'fleshy rapunzel' (which i've just noticed they misspelt lol... don't think that was intentional lol?) so if i had to read this so do you <3

the way that i kinda wish this actually existed tho pfft... also, it does kinda remind me of that video where jenny nicholson talked about that insane reality show 'opposite worlds' lol

'cross between seven and glee' is honestly sending me pfft

also on this part there was a script from stinkfinger (which is a show mentioned on the show) which sounded suspiciously like a reference to tlc lol

the less said about swastknickers the better

(will say i did nearly piss myself laughing at the nazi section of the hoity toity website lol which wasn't a sentence i thought i'd type today lol)

i just love these kinds of jokes pfft

also the whole biography sections of each of the pantomime cast are fab lol tho i AM kinda pissed they made debbie from yeovil and yet didn't give her a west country accent lol!!! (i guess they thought it'd be a bit much w/ joy being bristolian but i'm still mad about it lol)

also i know people have probably already pointed this out but i do find it funny that brian in the in9 episode last night of the proms is a closeted gay guy who likes watching drag was probably a reference to brian in this show that was a drag queen like... is anything these guys do NOT a reference??? u know those gaylor fans who obsessively look for clues in her songs about her apparent secret sexuality? all i'm saying is that i think they'd really like the extended reece shearsmith & steve pemberton universe pfft

all three of these made me cry with laughter lol

ohh this is interesting lol so obviously they suspected that some people might be all 'um why didn't the sprinklers go off during the fire at ravenhill? plot hole much!' so they wrote this into one of the websites so they could be like SEE! WE'RE ONE STEP AHEAD OF YOU DUMBASSES lol

both the jeremy kyle reference (remember when that was a thing? yikes... my mum used to watch his show CONSTANTLY...) and nurse kenshington's thoughts on david and maureen are interesting lol.. also there's a reference to the serial killer top trumps in this bit lol! (do people still play top trumps?? man i LOVED top trumps lol...)

the entire sunnyvale care home section is so fucking funny (both the website AND in the show lol mrs wren/mrs ladybird face is unironically probably my favourite character on the entire show) these were just some of my fav gags lol...

ok but why is this the SECOND reference to a guy punching a child who was apparently looking at his dick lol!??!! did this happen to one of you ??!!?!? reece did you punch a child ??!???!?!??

&&&& that's it lol

there were a few websites i didn't spend long on or generally weren't that interesting (coughmidgetgemscough) but honestly? i was really captivated with just how funny and well put together all these sites were! you can tell they had a lot of fun making it and i'm sure fans at the time LOVED being able to have this semi-interactive element of the show lol

there was just something so wonderfully late 00's about these websites lol i genuinely don't think i've laughed this much at anything in literal months and all of this is just solidifies that psychoville is a criminally under-appreciated masterpiece lol

[oogaboogaspookyman]

An impulsive response to @dronebiscuitbat for the recent 20th part of the nuzi fic Aka a fan creation fueled by desire for comedy

[STARGAZING AT SOMETHING BETTER THAN STARS]

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A do-over prom, best idea Thad has ever had... Just deal with whoever has magnets and tries funny things. Yeah.

He'll be fine!

The music is blaring, the lights are bright, the band friggin' SLAYS, prom is going amazingly and much better than the last.

Thad had dealt with a... Harrasser, some guys with magnets, and may or may not have found the culprit for spiking the fermented oil. Asshole that girl, i swear, he thought. Well at least prom is doing well!

Two drones stepped into the dance floor, starting with clumsy steps and slowly progressing to faster speeds. That's Uzi and N, and she has wings?! Awesome! Thad took note of this, and so did the band currently playing.

The crowd was startled, some began to cheer and encourage, the band picked up the pace telling the duo to go all out.

Little by little, they began to rise from the floor, flying, almost about to shoot for the sky.

The band picked up the pace, more and more and more, until...

..!

Would you look at that! They shot into the sky!

All the air that surrounded the duo suddenly got blasted onto... Well, everywhere! One dude got sent back from it, too... They really did shoot to the sky huh! Okay better take a look at the guy holy robo-jesus.

Thad ran over to the potentially injured drone, as fast as he could. "Dude are you okay?! Are you hurt?!"

"Hh... Yeah i'm fine, i'll walk it off no worries..." Thad doubted the guy's response, "I'll ask for help anyway- can anyone help this guy that's hurt?!"

"No really i'll be fine, look"... Did he just fucking stand up and walk away?? Back to do his thing??

... Yes he did.

Hm.

Welp! That's sorted out faster than thought! Back into the action!

After a small few minutes of Prom Stuff™, suddenly he, somehow, managed to hear chatter in the sky... Uzi and N, they have to be. How are they doin' up there?

"Wonder how they're doin' up there!" That's exactly what i narrated here. Anyway- Thad looked up and... Couldn't make out a damn thing. Right. Sky. Very up there. Does he have anything to have a better look at them?

Yes he did. From straight outta the Convinient Hammerspace For Different Events™, he pulled out a pair of binoculars and looked up at the sky now with a MUCH better look at them.

There they are, curiously way closer to each other and very lovey dovey! Man, about time those two got together, it's been clear from the get-go they liked each other.

Wait a minute.

"Whazzawhat..." He raised the binoculars again and... Upon closer look they ARE curiously way closer to each other. WAY closer.

Oh.

OH!

OHOHOHO!!

"FUCK YEAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The crowd looked at Thad in concern.

...

...

"What happened??" Someone asked.

"Uh. Hm." Thad thought of a way to slip the situation under the rug.

...

Oh yeah that's so gonna work.

"Ligma." Thad spoke the sole word.

...

"What's ligma??" Oh hell yeah he waited to do this for a WHILE...

"Ligma balls, get back to your thing." The crowd exploded into unhinged cackling and wheezing. "FUCK YOU MAN" said the someone who asked. After a little death by laughter they went back to doing Prom Stuff™

"What just happened, Thad??" Lizzy ran up to him, curious about the situation, and all Thad did was give her the binoculars. He pointed up, much to Lizzy's confusion.

She looked up at the sky, where she spotted two familiar figures kissing... "Whazzawhat??" She said as she lowered the binoculars in confusion and raised them again...

"NO FUCKING WAY" Thad wheezed at his sister's reaction, "YES FUCKING WAY" patting her on the back.

Hallelujah they finally kissed!

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Joining the Steddie Valentine avalanche!

In all Steve's previous relationships, he was the one taking care of everything related to the Valentine's Day. Chocolates, roses, a nice candlelit dinner, a romantic movie - he did it all because it was expected of him. And sure, he enjoyed doing it, he loved showering his dates with gifts and affection, but it was always about meeting someone else's needs. And sure, dating a guy might be different, but Steve is a giver so he's fully prepared to do the whole spiel with Eddie. He's not fully sure if Eddie would like roses so he's researching, trying to blend the typical Valentine activities and gifts with Eddie's uniqueness. He wants everything to be perfect for Eddie because damn it, he deserves it more than anyone.

So when Eddie shows up under his window after his shift on February 7th, blasting Van Halen's "Why Can't This Be Love", just briefly shouting "stay up there baby, I'm serenading you here and for that you need a balcony or something!" before belting out the lyrics, adding a comment here and there that has Steve snickering in his window:

Whoa, here it comes That funny feeling again Winding me up inside Every time we touch

"And I would love to talk about the touching bit more but you've got neighbors, baby, and they're a nosy bunch, so-"

Hey, I don't know Oh, tell me where to begin 'Cause I never, ever, felt so much Hey!

And I can't recall Any love at all Oh, baby, this blows 'em all away

"And before you ask, yep, wanna talk about the blowing bit too, but still neighbors, we're moving to a cave in the mountains, I tell you..."

It's got what it takes So, tell me why can't this be love? Straight from my heart Oh, tell me why can't this be love?

He ends up kneeling under the window as the tape clicks and he looks at Steve with those large dark eyes, flashes him a toothy grin and digs in his pockets, producing a surprisingly well preserved envelope. "Steve Harrington, the sun of my life which, unlike real sun, isn't hurting my skin or making my head spin, well actually you do the second thing, but in a good way! So you're the superior sun for me. Where was I. Oh yeah. Be my Valentine? In a week. I think. I double-checked the calendar, so it should be a week. What do you say, pretty boy? You and me and some romance? Please say yes, I'm kneeling in the snow here and it's cold as fuck."

Steve is still wheezing with laughter when he assures Eddie that he will be his Valentine, he will be the sun of his life or anything he needs and offers to let him in and warm him but, but Eddie just blows him a kiss, wiggles his finger and shakes his head. "Na-ah Stevie, I've got preparations to do. Which means, no planning or worrying your pretty head, I will handle everything for our big day. Let me just slide this bad boy in," he shows the envelope again, "which I would love to, but innuendos aside, it's just this paper thing and through your door. Open it on the morning of 14th, yeah? And follow the instructions."

And Steve just smiles down at him and blows him a kiss in return, feeling silly but also excited. "Don't I always?"

They end up calling each other in the evening of February 13th, chatting about anything and everything. Steve starts yawning but when Eddie nudges him to go to sleep, he firmly rejects. "I consider anything past midnight morning, you know," he tells Eddie and Eddie's cackling fills his ears as they wait together for the date to change into 14th.

When Steve tears the envelope open with Eddie's quiet blessing, he's surprised to see that there's nothing concrete. Just Be ready at 10, Stevie. Comfortable clothes and that pretty smile of yours are the only two things you'll need.

Eddie snickers when Steve asks him about it. "You always follow instructions, Steve, but you're way too smart about it for your own good. See you in ten hours, love you!" And with that, the phone goes silent.

Steve Harrington knows exactly how Valentine's day normally goes. It's fairly pleasant. Very romantic, all that. It never occurred to him that maybe things could be different...and better.

Eddie picks him up at 10 with hot coffee in travel cups. He asks Steve to hold both and when he does so, Eddie reaches behind his back and produces a single flower, tucks it into Steve's hair. "Flowers are not ideal for where we're going, but there's no way you're not getting at least one," he says, quickly checks the neighborhood and presses his lips against Steve's cheek before heading to his van.

And out of all places he could have thought of, Eddie takes him to a basketball game. He proudly presents the tickets and ushers Steve in, squeezing next to him into uncomfortable plastic chairs. And Steve just stares because he was supposed to be the one taking care of things, he was supposed to choose whatever Eddie likes but Eddie is here, smiling at him, even looking excited. He can't help but ask then, thank him profusely, but Eddie didn't have to, they both know it's not exactly Eddie's thing, is Eddie going to be okay-

But Eddie stops him right there with a squeeze of his hand, warm against Steve's. "I appreciate you thinking about me, Steve, you always do and I love you for it. But you deserve something nice too, you know? And sure, I originally thought - let me give you the whole thing, flowers, chocolates, fancy dinner, but...the more I thought about it, it wasn't you. Or it was, but not really? Because I don't know if you really like those things, if you want to be reminded of those formal dinners with your parents, if you want to sit in a restaurant where we can't even share a dessert because people would be assholes about it. Here," he turns to the crowd humming with anticipation, "no one cares. No one watches us. So we can do something you like and I can hold your hand. And," he admits, pulling a strand of hair in front of his face, "I might have found your...comparison to chess or even strategic games inspiring. It sort of is like a battle. And I need a good fight dynamic for my next campaign for all those nuggets of yours, so...happy Valentine's day, Steve." He phrases it as a question, unsure whether Steve found the explanation enough, but the beaming smile and interlocking of their fingers tells him everything he needs.

Steve doesn't spend the Valentine's day of 1987 sitting in a restaurant with a pretty girl. He goes wild cheering with Eddie by his side, Eddie who shares his hobby as if it was his all along. Their hands are comfortably slotted together and they are drunk on it, being together in public, side by side. When the cheering gets too loud and Steve winces, his head warning him that the noise was too much, Eddie just smiles and reaches into his pocket, producing a carefully wrapped pair of earplugs.

Steve doesn't eat a fancy pasta dish, terrified his fingers will slip and the spaghetti will fly everywhere. He returns with Eddie to his and Wayne's small home (Wayne conveniently having a shift and then stopping by Scott's) where Eddie proudly presents him with a bucket of KFC because "I've heard from a reliable source that someone finds this finger lickin' good." The painful memory has been long overshadowed by the new love and Steve listens to more of Eddie's rambling, explanations on how he thought it's either something he knows Steve likes or experimenting and then eating an inedible disaster, and Steve can't help himself but kiss Eddie to shut him up so he can tell him it's perfect.

Steve doesn't watch a romantic comedy or a period drama that day. Instead, Eddie sits him down to The Golden Girls, one of Steve's not so guilty pleasures, and combs through his hair, laughing at the jokes and arguing with Steve which of the characters is the best.

Steve doesn't get a card, a box of chocolates or something similar. Instead, Eddie gives him a mix tape with all the songs that remind him of Steve, with short recorded explanations in between. Steve wants to keep the tape - and Eddie - forever.

And finally, Steve doesn't give Eddie any generic gift either. Instead, he presents Eddie with curtains for his new room - because Eddie is a self-proclaimed vampire and the morning after Valentine, Steve examines his neck and wonders if those claims were true - with an illustration he commissioned from Will, the Hellfire logo next to the Corroded Coffin one in vivid colors on the textile. As Eddie turns a lovely shade of pink and sputters how wonderful that is, Steve reaches around Eddie's neck and gently claps a chain there, letting Eddie examine the new guitar pick with a small "S+E" engraved into the back side.

Steve Harrington didn't do a single thing he normally does on a Valentine's day during 1987. And, as he whispered to Eddie under their covers when they were falling asleep, now that he saw what the holiday could be about, he could never go back.

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 13. just Jungwon

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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(3.1k) written work + SMAU :: warnings: cursing

Jungwon stares blankly at his phone screen. Hundreds of scenarios running through his mind, each one crazier than the last. Why did you suddenly want to call him? Before he can delude himself further his screen lights up with your incoming call. He only gives himself a split second to smile subconsciously at your contact picture before accepting and placing the phone against his ear.  

“Hello? Y/N?”

“Yang Jungwon, I fucking hate you, you know that?” 

Jungwon sits up slightly at the sheer frustration that drips from your tone, his brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Me? What did I do? Are you okay?” 

“No. I am not okay you idiot. I miss you and your stupid face and your annoying voice. And you sending me selfies looking cute is not helping. I am trying my very best to be a responsible friend and not take up your time, why are you tempting me you dimpled freak.” 

Jungwon can’t help but burst into laughter, it was entirely absurd, the way you sounded absolutely vexed at the prospect of not being able to see him. Any hint of fatigue from studying had been replaced entirely by an ear splitting grin, his cheeks aching and warm from your admissions. His heart swelled knowing that your time apart had affected you just as much as it had been affecting him. 

“This is not funny! Stop laughing at me you dickhead. I’m gonna hang up just go back to your work,” you whine into the phone and Jungwon can almost picture your scowling face, complete with jutted lips and knit brows. 

“No, don’t hang up. I miss you too Y/N, I wanna hear your voice,” Jungwon pleads between wheezes. 

“No. You heard my voice already and you laughed at it. You lose all Y/N privileges. Get back to studying, you gotta focus,” you gripe crossly. 

“Come on, just a couple more minutes and then I’ll let you go, hm?” Jungwon asks, smiling fondly to himself when you respond with an exaggerated sigh. 

“Alright fine, I guess I can spare you a couple more minutes since you miss me so much. How are you doing, Wonnie? You tired?”

“I'm doing alright, lowkey exhausted. I would be better if I saw you more,” Jungwon admits softly, “All I see are the guys and my textbooks. So I'm kinda going crazy, hence my messages about me dying.” Jungwon huffs, leaning back in his chair to rub at his temples, the dull ache slowly returning again at the thought of his upcoming kinesiology exam. 

“Hmm.. yeah that sounds rough. Have you eaten? Maybe you need some food in your system?”

“Yeah I ate a banana earlier. Everyone in the house has been too busy to cook or go grocery shopping so we’re living off of ramen for the week. It's not too bad though, we switch up the brand so we don't get sick of it.”

Jungwon pauses at the lack of response on your end, hearing only the rustle of you moving around the room. “Y/N? You good?” 

“Yeah, I’m here Jungwon, my bad. Just grabbing a jacket and my shoes. I'm gonna head out for a bit.”

“Oh. Okay, well if you’re busy, we can hang up.” Jungwon offers half heartedly, fiddling with the edge of his papers. 

“Uh. Yeah I'm really sorry Won, I promise I was listening. It's just gonna be a bit loud where I'm going so I don't want to disturb you. I'll make it up to you okay? I missed you a lot and it was nice talking to you, really.” 

“Yeah, you're fine Y/Nnie thanks for calling, I needed it. Be safe when you're out okay? Text me if anything happens.” 

“Mhmmm I will, good luck with studying! You got this! I'll see you soon. Byeee!!” 

Jungwon draws his phone away from his ear slowly, blinking at how abruptly you had left the call. Exhaling slowly, he turns back to his desk, engrossing himself back into his studies.

It isn't until he hears the tell-tale slam of the front door that Jungwon jolts out of his trance. He slid his gaze over to his phone to see that over an hour had passed since you hung up, his screen empty of notifications. Extending his arms above his head, Jungwon stretches slowly, his muscles groaning and popping in protest. 

He’s mid stretch when he hears faint conversation in the kitchen downstairs. Jungwon cocks his head in confusion, zeroing in on the noises outside, he could almost swear that he heard a girl’s voice. Shrugging off his curiosity, Jungwon turns back to his notes, looking over the hastily scribbled diagrams and notation. 

“Jungwonie~” Sunghoon raps on his door, cracking it open to stick his head inside. His eyes bounce around the room until they land on Jungwon, crinkling in a playful smile. “I have a surprise for you~. A very very special visitor-”

Jungwon doesn't even have time to question Sunghoon before he’s pushed aside, causing the door to swing open with him. 

“Oh my god Sunghoon, move. It's just me. Why are you acting like you're fucking Oprah,” you grumble, making your way into Jungwon’s room. 

 Jungwon lights up at the sight of you, arms flying open automatically in invitation, “Y/N! What are you doing here?”. 

“Hey bestie~, a little birdie told me someone missed me,” you chuckle, accepting his hug. Jungwon uses the opportunity to pull you onto his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck happily. 

“You guys are gross. I’m the one who actually stopped her from leaving without seeing you and you can't even give me the time of day,” Sunghoon sulks, leaving with a theatrical glare, slamming the door behind him.

Jungwon tilts his head at Sunghoon’s words, looking up at you inquisitively for an explanation. 

You roll your eyes, running your fingers through his hair gently, lightly scratching at his scalp. Jungwon preens like a feline at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “I was just stopping by to drop off some proper food for you and the boys because you said all of you hadn’t eaten well. I ran into Sunghoon on your doorstep on his way out somewhere and he let me in. I wanted to just leave the food and go so I wouldn't distract you but Hoon said you’d want me to say Hi at least.”

“I can’t believe you were gonna just leave without even seeing me,” Jungwon frowns up at you accusingly, his grip on you tightening slightly. 

Your jaw ticks slightly as you struggle to justify your actions. As much as you had wanted to see Jungwon, you thought it would only make things harder. You were right. It felt wrong to act like everything was okay when it felt like your whole world was teetering on your shoulders. 

Your hands stutter slightly in their ministrations against his scalp, sliding down to rest at the nape of his neck. With his arms securely wrapped around you and the warmth of his gaze, it was so easy to be lulled into this sense of false security. 

You wanted nothing more than to spill out all of your frustrations and worries. To just cry and let Jungwon wipe your tears, and tell you everything would be okay.

No. Your whole life you’ve disillusioned yourself enough with false promises and hopes, you couldn’t guarantee anything right now. Until you spoke with your father, you had no clue of the seriousness of the whole dating situation. There was a chance that it merely a suggestion, with nothing binding you to going through with it.

You wouldn't burden Jungwon with your superficial issues, not when his eyes already drooped with fatigue, ringed with dark circles as evidence of his late nights. So you swallow back the confessions that threaten to escape from your lips, giving Jungwon an easy smirk and flicking his forehead gently. 

“Well you got to see me, so no point in sulking. I just didn’t want to take up your time, you look enough like a zombie already.” you tease softly, tracing small stars on his neck. 

“Ugh, trust me I feel worse than a zombie,” Jungwon scoffs, burying his face back into the crook of your neck, “If I have to look at another joint ligament or femur I think I’ll actually drop out and become a tik tok dancer or some shit.” 

“Aww poor baby.” You coo at Jungwon teasingly, snickering when he pinches your side in retaliation, mumbling insults against your skin. “Seriously though Jungwon, make sure to get proper rest and eat well okay? I brought some curry for you and some random dishes for the other boys. Don’t stress yourself out, you know the material, you’re gonna do amazing I know you are.”

Jungwon’s response is muffled but you can still pick apart his whispers of thanks and assent to your requests. You look down at his tucked figure fondly, resting your head against his own. 

The comfortable silence settles between the two of you, and you let yourself melt against Jungwon, exhaling deeply. Your relief is short lived as your mind soon begins to travel again towards your future with the company and Jaemin. Suddenly Jungwon’s hold feels suffocating, a slight sense of panic settling in your bones as think about the fast approaching changes to your life.

Feeling you tense up, Jungwon lifts his head, scanning your face with searching eyes. “Y/N? What's wrong?” 

Shaking your head dismissively, you smile in what you prayed was a convincing manner. “Just some company shit with my Dad that's stressing me out. I’ll tell you more once I actually know the proper details.” 

Jungwon scrutinizes you, before nodding slowly, “Okay, if you’re sure.”

You clear your throat awkwardly, shaking his arms off of you and sliding off of his lap, “I’m certain. Anyways, I should probably get going, you have to study. Enjoy the food okay?”

“What? No.” Jungwon says incredulously, your arm firmly locked in his grasp, “Stay.”

You huff exasperatedly, “Stay and do what Jungwon, you’re gonna be studying. Plus I’m tired, so I'm gonna head home and take a nap.” 

“You can nap here! Come on, I won’t get distracted by you I swear. I just want you here with me,” Jungwon pouts up at you, slumping in disappointment when you wiggle your arm free of his hold. 

"I fucking hate this cute ass man. He is the literal bane of my existence," you sigh inwardly, giving in as always. You were starting to think Jungwon had cast a spell on you, rendering you unable to refuse him. 

“Alright, fine you win. You can put the fucking pout away, I’ll stay.” You shove his head lightly, walking over to flop onto his bed, wriggling until you’re snug under his duvet. Jungwon’s comforting scent envelops you and you can’t help but inhale it slowly, already feeling the drowsiness tug at your eyelids. 

You peek at Jungwon to find him already staring back at you, a soft smile on his face as he watches you get comfortable in his bed. “What?” you ask defensively, flustering under his affectionate gaze.  “Do your work or I’m gonna leave” you threaten and Jungwon raises his hands in surrender, turning back to his work with a barely stifled smile on his face. 

It’s not long before you’re fast asleep, snoring softly into Jungwon’s pillows. Much like Jungwon, you have had numerous sleepless nights since the performance, albeit for entirely different reasons. 

It’s an hour later when Jake quietly comes into Jungwon’s room, eyes widening at the sight of you knocked out in his bed. 

“Yo, I was just coming in to say thank you to Y/N for the food. My bad, I didn’t know she was sleeping, is she good?” Jake whispers. 

Jungwon considers your slumbering form, chewing on his bottom lip in contemplation, “Yeah, I’m not sure. I can tell something’s bothering her but she’s not too keen on sharing and I didn’t want to push her. I managed to get her to stay for a bit so hopefully she gets some rest and feels up to talking about it.”

Jake looks at Jungwon’s worried demeanor, the way his eyes are trained on you and can’t help the smile that stretches across his face. “You really like her huh?” 

Startled Jungwon faces Jake with wide eyes, “Y-yeah? I mean she’s a really good friend and we just get each other you know? She's really important to me I guess,” he stammers. 

Jake snorts, shaking his head, “Yeah right, dude you know what I meant. Come on, you two are literally obsessed with each other. When are you gonna make your move bro? You never know who might try and steal her away before you even get your chance.”

“I don’t know hyung.” Jungwon pauses, his jaw clenching slightly at the thought of you with someone other than him. “I do like her a lot, maybe even more than that at this point. But I don’t want to risk anything right now you know? She’s a CEO’s daughter and I’m literally a college student worrying about midterms. I just feel like we’re at such different levels, I want to be able to take care of her,” he frowns. 

“Right now, all she’s been doing is helping me out basically, more than you guys even know. And then she did the whole makeup crew thing and now the food. I’m so so grateful for Y/N and everything she does for me. But every time, it just serves as a reminder that when it comes down to it, I’m not sure I can do the same for her. What can I possibly give her that she doesn’t have? If anything I’m dead weight, and I so badly want to be selfish and just ignore it and make her mine-” Jungwon halts as you shift slightly, he had become so absorbed in venting his feelings that he hadn’t realized his gradually increasing volume. 

Jake and Jungwon hold their breath, eyes bouncing back and forth between each other and your stirring figure before you settle down again, letting out a puff of sleep. 

Relieved, the pair exhale gratefully and Jungwon starts again, his tone lowered to a  discouraged mumble. “Anyways, I’m working on getting the confidence to actually do something. But it’s hard hyung, I’d rather be her friend forever than risk it and not have her at all. She could probably have her pick of the most successful men in Seoul, why would she pick me? I’m just Jungwon.”

“Dude, I get it. I really do. Y/N’s great and that can be daunting, but Won, there’s a reason she’s here in your bed. It’s not like she ever really tries to hide the fact that she’s whipped for you bro. If anything she’s probably holding back because you won’t let her breathe in our direction and then you go on twitter and best-friend zone her because you’re too scared to confess that you like her.” 

Jake smiles encouragingly, “She’s right in front of you Jungwon, don’t let her slip away,” with a final pat on Jungwon’s shoulder, he turns to leave. As Jake shuts the door, he spies Jungwon staring at you quietly, gently brushing away the stray hairs from your face. “Idiots in love I swear,” he laughs to himself. 

Jungwon barely registers the click of the door closing, his focus entirely on the way you lean into his fingers, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He slips his phone out of his pocket, snapping a quick picture of you swaddled in his comforters and pillows. 

As his gaze drags over your features, the slight part of your lips as you let out puffs of air, Jungwon’s mind wanders to Jake’s words. If it meant that Jungwon got to see this sight more often, maybe it was worth the risk. 

Jungwon eyes his notes and the clock, weighing the options internally. He sighs as he reaches his decision, not that he had much of a choice anyways when you and his bed looked so enticing. Truthfully, he had already resigned himself to this fate as soon as he had felt the soft flesh of your cheek against his fingers. And so, Jungwon pulls his hoodie over his head, draping it on the back of his chair. Gingerly, he slides into bed next to you, trying not to rouse you from your sleep. 

The dip in the mattress just barely tugs you from your slumber and you look up blearily at Jungwon. “Wonnie?” you slur, voice raspy from lack of use , eyes fighting to stay open.

Jungwon smiles down at you fondly, his hands slipping just under the hem of your shirt to rub soothingly against the small of your back. “Go back to sleep baby I’m right here,” he whispers softly, guiding your head back down to rest against his chest.

You're unable to muster anything but a pleased grunt in response, happily curling up against Jungwon, your legs tangling with his. In the comfort of the warmth radiating from Jungwon and the addled state of your sleep-ridden mind, your guard slips and a mumbled confession escapes your lips “Don’t wanna lose this Jungwon.”

Your words are so quiet and jumbled that Jungwon's not entirely sure he even heard them properly. He's given no chance to process them or question you before you’re sound asleep again, drooling slightly on his shirt. He mulls over your words silently, wondering if it had anything to do with what was bothering you that you refused to tell him about. 

“Why is there so much to think about,” Jungwon groans internally, “Fuck it, I give up on trying to make sense of all of this. I’m just gonna focus on passing first. I’m gonna ace my midterms and then I’m gonna figure out how to ask Y/N out without making a fool of myself.” 

With a new, steely determination set in his mind, Jungwon tugs you even closer, finally allowing himself to fully relax into your touch. He brushes a soft kiss against your forehead, making a mental note to tease you for drooling on him later. 

Jungwon’s not sure of the outcome of the changes that loom over the two of you. If he makes his move and it all goes downhill he may never have the chance to hold you like this again. But for now you're here, and having you firmly within his grasp is comforting enough to allow Jungwon’s eyes to flutter close and his mind to finally succumb to sleep. 

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#3 Raph and Mikey? :3

Sure thing! I used a random injury generator for what injury Mikey is gonna get and I got "Your character has a needle wound on the front of the left side of their neck."

So this is gonna be fun!

3. "Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You're okay." With Raph and Mikey.

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There's some D-List villains terrorizing the streets on southern Manhattan. The turtles parkored across roof tops to get over there as soon as possible. The villains themselves were this wolf and fox yokai. The twins went after the wolf. The sunset duo went after the fox.

The fox yokai ducked into a dark alley and Mikey was hot on his tail.

"Mikey, wait up!", Raph called out as he tried squeezing through the cramped alley.

"Come on, Raph, hurry!", Mikey called back, still darting after the fox.

Mikey was tunnel-vision focused on capturing the shifty fox. It was funny how yokais like foxes and wolves were seen as evil, always the villain in a story. Mikey started to wonder why was that? How come folklore choose these creatures as bad guys?

The fox hit a dead end wall. Cornered, Mikey slowed down and readied himself for when the fox decided to bolt. But instead, the fox began fumbling for something inside his coat. What was he grabbing? A gun?

Mikey wasted no chance, summoning his mystic chains and capturing the villain's wrists.

"Hands where I can see them, fox!", Mikey ordered.

In restraining the fox, whatever he was holding spilled out of his hand and clattered on the ground. A syringe. Full of a glowing blue liquid.

"...What is that?", Mikey asked, trying to keep a brave face.

"Wouldn't you like to know, little tortoise..."

"Hey, I'm a turtle. Get yo' facts straight."

"Mikey?! Where'd you go?!", Raph shouted in the distance.

The second Mikey took a glance behind to call for his brother, the fox yanked itself out of the mystic chains and lunged for the syringe. Mikey was a split second too late to stop him before the fox charged at him with the syringe.

"WOAH, WATCH IT, HOSS!", Mikey sassed as he gripped the fox's wrists as the fox pushed back with all his might.

The syringe inched closer and closer and Mikey was doing everything in his power to push back against the fox. In a feeble attempt to escape, Mikey threw his weight into tumbling on his side. But in doing so, the needle jabbed into the front left of his neck upon impact. He feels the rush of something ice cold seep into his neck as he screamed, yanking the syringe out. Okay, not a smart move. He chucked the syringe on the ground, watching it shatter as the glowing blue sheen dissolved into the concrete. He clasped a hand around his neck, glaring at the fox.

"What the fuck was in that?!", Mikey rasped for answers. All the fox did was cackle and began scurrying off. "Hey! HEY! GET BACK HERE--"

The world began to tilt, wobbling and distorting like waves of blueish hues. Mikey stared down at his hands, a blurry bright blue trail following his silhoutte that refused to stop swaying and swaying and swaying...

"...Woah...", Mikey muttered. His voice was soft, almost inaudible. Simply because breathing became a super hard task.

Mikey caught himself on his knees before he could collapse, heaving and wheezing. He tried to breathe as deeply as he could but it was as if he was high up on a mountain, the air was incredibly thin. Sifting through his hands like sand, unable to grab on.

Large echoing footsteps shook the place. A large shadow casted over Mikey with glowing red eyes. The creature made a loud roar, approaching him. Mikey stumbled back in a wheezing panic, trying to escape the beast, but found himself cornered. How did this wall get here??? He had no choice but to face the monster head on. He tried to summon his chains but all he got were sparks of orange light that failed to grab on and take form.

The monster grabbed him.

Mikey screamed, heaving for air as he began to suffocate against it. He struggled in the beast's hold, flailing his arms about to try and push away or claw at its face or to do anything to get away. The beast roared louder and louder. Its claws grabbed his face tightly, roaring louder and louder.

Until the roars sounded like words.

"...key! Mikey! Mikey, snap outta it! It's Raph!"

Raph? Mikey heaved, blinking his eyes in hopes to abate the swaying blurs of blues. The red eyes dimmed, revealing the red mask covering his brother's face. His kind, smiling, reassuring face. Mikey's vision began to blur again, but this time with tears.

"Raphieeeeeee...", the youngest whined. "I feel weird."

"Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You're okay.", the oldest soothed. "You're okay, Raphie's gotcha. Our brothers are coming."

Good. This was good. Everything would be okay. Mikey heaved a sigh as he found himself collapsing against Raph's plastron. Raph wasted no time, scooping his little brother up before he could fall. Mikey couldn't manage more than lolling his head against Raph's shoulder and heaving for air. Even now that he wasn't not moving, the world was still swaying a dizzying amount. He'd probably vomit in a bit.

"Hey, big man, you gotta breathe. You're breathing very shallow.", Raph pleaded softly. "...Why are your eyes glowing blue?"

Was he? Mikey couldn't tell. He was trying his darndest to breathe as deeply as he could and even then it was a struggle. Splotches of black began to fill his vision. He could barely make out what was happening around him.

"...h thank pizza supreme. Leo, you gotta help-- What's with Donnie? Why are his eyes glowing red?"

"Long story..."

"OMIGOSHHIRAPHHIMIKEYOHWOWMIKEYYOUDON'TLOOKSOGOODDON'TYOUAGREELEOHEDOESN'TLOOKGOODWHYAREHISEYESBLUETHATISSOFUNNYIT'SLIKEHOWMYEYESAREREDHAHAHA"

"Okay, Dontron, deep breath."

*the quickest deep breath known to mankind*

"Okay...good...Uh, go stand over there and count to 1000."

"OKAYYEPSUREMHMICANDOTHATANOBRAINERWATCHTHIS123456789101112..."

"Hey, Mikey...what's going on?"

"He's strugglin' to breathe. Seems kinda outta it."

"Gotcha. Here, lemme grab Don's ventilator tech thingy."

Before Mikey knew it, air was being forcibly pulled in and out of his mouth. The black splotches began to fade away yet the world still swirled in shades of blue. At least it was enough to get his bearings. His eyes drifted to the side to see his other brothers. Leo was actively checking over Mikey's heartbeat and the puncture in his neck. Donnie's eyes were glowing red as he vibrated with such intensity in the corner muttering numbers to himself.

"9979989991000HAHALEOIDIDN'TDIDYOUSEEDIDYOUSEEMEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAWOOOOIBETTHATWASANEWRECORDORSOMETHINGIBETYOURASSICOULDREACHINFINITYHAHAHAHAHAIDON'TCARETHATIT'SILLOGICALICANTAKEOVERTHEWORLDFUCKYOUELON"

"Donnie. Breathe. Slow.", Leo spat in a no-nonsense tone. Donnie began hyperventiliating and Leo raised a brow at him. "Slower. ....Slower... Good. Keep it at that pace." He turned to Raph. "I'm calling the tank, let's get out of here."

"Good call. ...Is Donnie gonna be okay?"

"Eh, he'll be fine. Must be some adrenaline booster or something. He should tucker out soon. Mikey, though, it's hard to say what happened to him. Some kind of poison, I guess. Nothing we can do except ride it out. Make sure his vitals are stable."

"How long is that gon' take?"

"Few hours??? I don't know. This is mystic stuff."

Mikey let the sounds of his brothers talking wash over him, too dizzy to keep up. His eyes slipped shut, just relishing in the fact he could breathe again.

When Mikey woke again, he's lying down in something soft. Bright light filled the room and thankfully the world was colorful again. Though these colors were dull. Shame. There was something beeping off to the side and he still had the ventilator latched on his face. He also heard a groan.

"...Ughhh...I feel like I got ran over by a tank...", Donnie grumbled in the gurney beside him.

"Yeah, I expected as much. Just try and get some rest, Dee.", Leo reassured. "How you feeling, Mikey?"

"Well...I can breathe again...", the box turtle shrugged.

Raph chuckled. "Yeah, you gave me quite the scare back there. Next time, don't go running off without me."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

.

.

.

Boom. Happy ending. Happy now? See? I can do happy shit too, I'm not a monster-- agdgdhadfhfdh

[nicomundthered]

Kept Hidden

Injured Trilogy- part one | part two | part three

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

summary: made a mistake, and then you try to hide it.

tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, lots of blood and descriptions of injury, mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of character death, I'm not a doctor, established relationship, no horses you say? no horses I say, soft Joel.

word count: 11k | ao3

a/n: I eat this trope up. Hope you enjoy!

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So the thing is, you knew that you shouldn’t have gone in without Joel. But in your defense, the door was ajar and he seemed close enough behind. You just wanted to get back to Jackson before it started raining again. You normally didn't mind the rain but this was your last house to check and it was getting cold–you didn't care to be both cold and wet. And quite frankly you were tired. It had been a long day and you were so done.

You opened the creaky door and took four maybe five steps into the home and a noise made you jerk in the opposite direction when a man with a bat came charging at you. Unfortunately for you he was quicker and the bat slammed into your side before you could register what was happening.

You fell over the wind completely knocked out of you. You tried to focus on breathing but that was when the sharp nearly blinding pain made itself known. Cursing at the bat, the man, the fact that you entered the building, and unfairly at Joel where the fuck was he? You let out a pained grunt and flipped onto your back. You tried to lift the arm holding the gun but he hit your hand before you could.

The feeling of your hand shattering made you scream. “Pl-please, please don't.” You desperately wheezed out, gripping your injured hand and raising your arms enough to block your face.

He angrily murmured something that you couldn't quite make out, he lifted the bat high above his head and with a wicked gleam in his eyes brought it down. You rolled as quickly as you could, narrowly missing the descending object.

You were gasping for air as you tried to get to your feet but he jumped on top of you, quickly discarding the bat realizing that it was too slow in this situation. Instead, he put both hands around your neck and gripped tightly.

Tears formed in your eyes as you fought under the compression of your windpipe. You clawed at his hands but they were locked and with one good hand you couldn’t do much of anything.

You started seeing dark spots and knew you were about to pass out. Your last thoughts were of Joel and Ellie. What you wouldn’t give for one more night with them by the fire–Ellie reading her jokes and Joel trying to act like he didn’t find them funny. Then later, after Ellie fell asleep, Joel would snuggle up to you. His deep breaths would calm you and you’d place your hand over his heart to feel its steady beat. This was your happy place. This was home.

As last thoughts go this was nice. You felt yourself calm down and prepared to let go. It was surprisingly an easy thing to do as the blood struggled to make it to your oxygen deprived brain.

Your good hand fell by your side grazing something hard and familiar tucked into your jeans, your knife. What the hell were you doing? Giving up before even trying? If you could have laughed you might have.

With the driving need to see your home again you successfully removed the blade, and with all of the strength left in your body you managed to stab the guy in the chest—once, twice, then a third time.

He yelled an expletive and grabbed at the knife as his blood covered you. He quickly gave up realizing that it was too late for him and decided that his last act on this earth was going to be trying to take you with him.

He got two good punches in, you barely even registered the blows landing on your jaw and then cheek due to the euphoric feeling of air filling your lungs, then he collapsed on top of you, the handle of your knife uncomfortably dug into your shoulder. Which brought your attention back to your injured side. The sharp pain was becoming more noticeable.

You desperately tried to roll him off of you. He wasn't large–smaller than Joel but not by much, but each time the pain in your hand became intense or your vision started to get blurry you’d panic and release him, which caused him to land roughly on your abdomen causing you to yell out.

It felt hopeless.

Just as you closed your eyes while you continued to slowly suffocate, you heard your name. It sounded distant. You looked around and couldn’t see anyone. And when you thought that maybe it was a hallucination, a cruel trick your mind was playing on you, you heard it again. This time closer and loud enough to recognize it.

“Joel?” You barely managed to rasp out.

He turned the corner quickly with his rifle. His brown eyes were intense but barely looked your way while he made sure the room was clear.

“I-I can't…” you couldn’t finish the sentence.

Ideally, he would like to check out the rest of the house for more people, but the desperation in your voice and the trail of blood that slowly pooled by your side almost made him shudder and refocus his priorities.

He swung his rifle behind him and threw the man off of you. Even though the man had enough blood on him to confirm his demise, he still had the urge to shoot him and reached for his gun.

Joel was hyper focused. His vision was clear, his breath was quick but deep, his heart was pounding in his ears making them feel like they were stuffed with cotton. He felt feral.

He found that he couldn't bring himself to look at you yet. He needed to eliminate the threat he needed to make sure no one else could hurt you. He found it hard to switch from protector to caregiver–which were two very different modes. And if he was being completely honest, if you were badly injured, if you were dying then his world would come crumbling down. He had experienced that feeling before and he was in no hurry to feel it again. He couldn't. He didn't think he was strong enough for it.

Caution be damned. If someone heard the gun go off then he’d kill them too. And anyone else that dared to threaten your existence. He’d kill them all. He was no longer thinking rationally. He could barely think at all.

The rifle went off twice, the bullets landed into the already dead man's chest. He felt satisfaction as the blood exploded from his motionless body. Pride came with it, you had killed the fucker.

And as soon as he watched the last bullet land he dropped the gun and fell to his knees beside you. His attention was now on you. His ears cleared enough so that he could hear your shallow-wheezing breath. He saw the fear in your eyes as you gripped his arm begging him for help, needing the air to return.

“Easy, easy. Shhh deep breaths,” he took a deep breath in and out trying to guide you through it. The fact that he wasn't sure what was wrong made his blood run cold.

As if you read his thoughts, you lifted your neck and hand gestured a choking motion with your good hand. He then noticed the red and purple colors discoloring your beautiful throat. His hand delicately touched the darkest spot and blinding anger made the muscles in his jaw twitch. He gently moved his hand higher to stroke your swollen cheek.

“Damn,” he sighed. “Jus- just breathe as deep as you can, ok?” You nodded and he lifted your head to lay on the softness of his thigh.

“You hurt anywhere else?”

You lifted your hand.

His eyes glazed over as he took in your swollen bruised hand. He cursed the dead man as he carefully held your hand in his. It was hot and the skin felt tight. It looked like it hurt badly and if it was indeed broken, which it certainly looked like, it would probably be an injury you would carry for the rest of your life.

He was so fucking mad. Not at you. Never at you. He did his best to calm down.

“Is this any of your blood?”

He held his breath. God help him if it was.

You shook your head no and he released all of the air in his lungs. “You did so good baby. I’m so proud of you.”

Your breathing was slowly returning to a calmer and fuller rhythm which allowed you to speak. “A- bat…he had,” you tried to clear your throat. “A bat,” your voice was quiet and hoarse but he was so relieved to hear it.

Joel looked around for the offending object and when he saw the aluminum baseball bat a few feet away he felt his heart begin to race. He gripped your leg a little tighter than he should and his voice was deep and hateful. “Son of a bitch got lucky.” His thoughts flooded with the violent urge to get the bat and smash the man's face in until it was nothing more than a pile of gunk. That's what the man deserved.

You placed your good hand on his and rubbed gentle circles causing him to ease his grip, you knew him so well. “I’m ok Joel.”

It wasn’t that you didn't love this side of him, you loved him and accepted him with all of his imperfections just as he did yours, but you hated when he did this. Took all of the blame. Put too much on himself. Acted like everything bad happened because he wasn't fast enough to see it coming. And you hated that with these thoughts came aggressively dark connotations. He wanted you to believe that he moved on from that and maybe he had for the most part, but not when it came to his family. It truly wasn't something he could help.

You knew that his daughter- Sarah had died. And although you didn't know what it was like to lose a child and you didn't pretend to, you have lost a lot of people you loved as well. So you didn't pretend to be better than that, you understood.

You could see the fear in his eyes now. Your physical wounds would heal, and you knew that his emotional wounds wouldn't. And this would be yet another scar. The inability to protect the ones he loves–his greatest fear. Everytime he failed he lost another piece of himself to his darkness.

Joel would do anything to keep you and Ellie safe. He wanted neither of you to have to see anymore death. For both of you to have a place where you could take off your shoes, and not need a weapon or a backup weapon or a backup for your back up weapon. He often tried to talk you out of going on runs and taking patrol shifts, but that was an argument he'd never win. You were a team and you weren't going to leave him alone.

The color was returning to your face and your breaths were not full but they were enough for you to want to sit up.

He was still staring at the blood covering your midsection as you abruptly became vertical. You gasped at the sharp pain in your abdomen, which you should probably mention, but there wasn't anything he could do about it here. You’d wait until you saw the doctor in Jackson. There was no need to put more worry and unnecessary guilt on him. He battles with that enough as it is, and if you were being honest you were a little more than a little ashamed. If you wouldn't have been so impatient you wouldn't be lying covered in blood, and more injured than you let on.

“Hey easy!”

“I’m fine,” you gritted out defensively as he helped prop you against the wall.

He looked at you skeptically. His eyes continued to study your body. You had the tendency to tell half truths when you were injured. You didn't like the attention and feeling that you were incapable. One day your pride was going to get you into big trouble.

He also knew that you kept your pain hidden from him, especially from him for a reason he didn't understand. He had caught Ellie helping you with cuts and sprains more often than he liked. And he couldn’t for the life of him wrap his head around that. The two of you had been together for years now. He loved you and you loved him and yet, you still felt too guilty that you were–what, human? That you felt pain and bled? That you made mistakes?

You always seemed so ashamed, so embarrassed. Like you were afraid that you somehow had let him down. Which was insane, he just didn't want you hurt. Even if it was by your determination just a little sprain or scrape.

So no, he didn't believe you when you said you were fine. Despite knowing that, he still didn't want to waste time arguing with you. It would be a losing battle for him anyhow, and it would only make you feel worse. But he did have to believe that you were going to be ok to make it back.

“I’ll be ready to go in a minute,” your voice was pure gravel as it pulled him from his thoughts.

“We’ll stay here as long as you need,” he rocked back on his heels and his fingers were flexing where they balanced him to the ground.

You thought that you understood why he couldn't be still–the fear and his feeling of inadequacy, you knew it was the past haunting him—teasing him it will happen again. He was fighting the impending darkness, trying to distract himself from its reality. It filled you with guilt and shame, because you caused this. If you would have just waited. If you would have been more careful, the haunted look that now covered his handsome face wouldn't be there.

“Joel.”

Even though he had seen you injured before, he would admit that this was different. There was something about the blood soaking your clothes. He had never seen you covered in it before. He knew that it wasn’t yours, he had been looking for tears in your shirt, but the image still shook him. There was a constant thrum in his body—his pulse felt loud and he couldn’t keep his damn hands still.

“Joel,” you said as loud as you could manage.

His eyes shot to yours, they were overflowing. Not with tears but raw conflicting emotions– love and fear.

“I’m ok,” you gripped at his trembling hand.

He leaned forward and rested his forehead gently on your own.

“Scared the shit out of me,” he practically whispered, his breath tickling your skin.

“I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have...”

He interrupted you by suddenly leaning back so he could look into your eyes, “Not now, ok? Not now.”

“I shouldn’t have gone in without you,” tears flooded your eyes and you gasped almost frantically trying your best not to sob at your own stupidity and pain.

He pulled you to him tightly and you felt the proverbial dam break. You cried hard and snuggled into his neck, tears wetting his jacket. His fragrance gave you a sense of peace encouraging you to breathe fuller. You finally felt safe.

A massive lump formed in his throat, you weren't the only one struggling to breathe. He tried his best to keep his emotions in tact, but he felt the familiar panic begin to creep. The attacks had been happening more frequently and he had yet to tell you about them. This wasn't the time, if it ever would be. This was about your comfort and it wasn't fair to put his own shit on you. He realized that that was hypocritical of him, but he had to be stronger than that.

The only thing grounding him was your warmth and the sound of your breathing. Your body suddenly felt so small to him and delicate. You were always precious to him but you suddenly felt like you were made of glass. He worried that if he squeezed too tight and that you might shatter into a million pieces right in front of him. He thought about how easy it would be for someone larger to hurt you. How easily he could hurt you.

And yet you weren’t the one laying lifeless.

“I got you baby, I got you,” he wasn't even aware that he was muttering promises and endermanets into your hair.

You don’t know how long you stayed in his arms but you did know you were in no hurry to leave his strong embrace. After a while your tears slowed and eyelids grew heavy. Your head pounded and you just wanted to lay back down.

“I need to wrap your hand,” he said slowly unwrapping himself from you, sensing that all of your remaining adrenaline was dwindling and that it was time for action.

He touched your hand as carefully as possible. It looked worse than it had a few moments ago—almost double in size and a few shades darker than your skin tone. He took out his handkerchief and wrapped it loosely. It wouldn’t do much but he figured that it was better than not doing anything, and that simply wasn't an option.

You hissed and he frowned in sympathy.

“Just until we get you to the Doctor,” he said more to himself than to you.

You caressed his cheek with your uninjured hand. His face relaxed as his bloodshot eyes closed and he leaned into your palm giving a firm lingering kiss.

“Joel-“

“Yeah sweetheart?” He mumbled into your palm.

“Let’s not tell Ellie about this. It’s hard enough to keep her-“ you coughed unexpectedly and it made you wince.

Joel witnessed it all and his eyes narrowed as he observed you, “I think she might notice.” He looked at your bruised cheek and neck. Not to mention your busted hand. You might could lie to her about one of these things but not all three.

You cleared your throat but it didn’t do much good and spoke slowly. “I just…I don’t want her feeling like she needs to do this. I just talked her out of going on these runs until she's a little older and now she's not gonna let us go alone. She's so young Joel and I don’t want her getting hurt trying to- to protect me…or something. You already do too much and-“

He said your name firmly, “Stop. Don’t you fucking dare.” He sat up straight and ran his hand over his face. He didn’t want to have this conversation. It was ridiculous. You were his to care for. Didn’t you know that?

It wasnt that you couldnt take care of yourself and you have done a good job of that your whole life. You just happened to be a little unlucky is all, and to be fair this was by far your worst injury. But given the circumstances you'd say you've done alright for yourself.

“I have told you time and time again, we are a family. You, me, and Ellie.” His eyes searched yours seeing if you were listening. “I would do anythingin the world for either of you.”

You turned, avoiding eye contact with him. The love that he had for you felt too much at times. In fact it completely overwhelmed you. It was hard to accept that someone could love you this much. It took awhile for him to admit his feelings to you but once he did it was like watching a flower bloom. He poured his love out and in doing so got back some of his past self. It made him feel happier like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He absolutely loved loving you, and caring for you. It gave his life meaning, it made him feel human again, something that he hadn't felt in decades.

However, the downside was he still had his thorns–your relationship had only made them sharper and along with that came a protective side that was lethal.

In return, you were afraid that you couldn’t properly convey how much he meant to you. You weren't a flower, you had worn your affection for him with every glance you gave. With his confession you hadn't blossomed, you became grounded–more like the roots of a tree than a flower. Your feelings didn't change outwardly, you still looked at him the same, but on the inside, deep down in your soul everything had become safe and stable since Joel Miller had entered your life. You for the first time since the outbreak felt peace.

You would die for him just as fast as he'd die for you. Even though you doubt he would believe that, or maybe he just wouldn't want to. Of course he knew you loved him but he didn't understand just how much. It was more than just a love, it had become a need. A selfish need to see him everyday, to hear his smooth calming voice, to feel his strong hands on you. Your day felt empty without it. Sometimes you felt like you needed him more than he needed you, and feared that with his past loss one day he’d wake up and realize you weren’t worth the pain. Especially if you kept getting injured.

“Hey-” he said, breaking you out of your anxious thoughts. “Look at me.”

You turned your head slowly. His eyes locked on to yours, “I don’t know what more I can do to convince you. Tell me and I’ll do it.”

“I know you love me.”

“Do you?”

You shook your head yes.

He didn’t look happy, “Do you love me?”

“Of course I do!” You spoke as loud as your voice would allow. You coughed again, this time it was deeper and sounded wetter. It took longer for you to return to normal.

His brows furrowed, “Easy, hey easy. I believe you.” His hand caressed your shoulder. “Don’t speak just nod, ok?”

You nodded in confirmation.

“Listen- I- I know you. And I know you don't want to believe it, but I…I’m scared of the man I'd be without you.”

“Don’t say...”

“Quiet,” he said firmly with a little rawness. “Don't get yourself worked up- just listen.”

You nodded that you would.

“When I lost Sarah...”

You reached out and touched his hand and with eyes full of fresh tears you shook your head no. God he didn't have to do this now.

“No. I- I-...It’s ok. It’s time, I just need you to understand something,” he turned his hand over and held yours tenderly. “She died because of my mistakes. She was shot and I-” he swallowed thickly. “I- couldn't save her. That was on me, her father. She trusted me to keep her safe. She trusted me with her life and I couldn't even give her that. The most simple thing I could have done.” He shook his head in disbelief, “...and, my one job- and I failed her,” he clinched and then unclenched his jaw.

“After- I went completely…there was nothing. Couldn't cry. Could barely eat–I didn't want to. So I decided that I- had had enough. Enough of it all…I couldn't see a point without her. Without her smile, there was no sun anymore and- and so I- grabbed my gun…”

You tensed and sucked in a deep breath. He lifted your hand so that your fingertips touched the raised flesh on his forehead.

“I missed.”

Tears fell from your eyes.

“Thank god I missed.” He brought your hand to his mouth and pressed his lips to your knuckles. It wasn't a kiss so much as him needing to just feel your skin.

He said your name when you turned away and your hand fell, unable to look at his pained expression any longer. You felt that you had to be strong for him but you found it very difficult. He was finally sharing with you his darkest moment, something that you had wondered about since you got to know him– you never tried to pry, if he didn’t want you to know you could live with that. It was his memory to share and you would die not knowing if that’s what he wanted. It wouldn’t change how you felt about him.

You had just wanted to know all parts of Joel. The good and the bad. Maybe even especially the bad, because that's the part he's let motivate and mold him into the man he is today. Not that you've ever blamed him for that. You didn't know what you'd do if you lost Joel or Ellie–you didn't know who you'd become. But this, this you honestly weren't expecting.

You hated that with this knowledge, it felt like both a relief and a massive burden. He had now bared his soul to you but in doing so he had just unintentionally placed something on you that was unfair. You didn’t want to feel like the catalyst, like the ticking time bomb waiting to explode and kill what he'd finally gotten back. You didn’t want that on your conscience and you were sure he wasn't even aware of what he'd done, but it frightened you.

And as he sat before you now–with those deep brown eyes boring into yours, you all of the sudden selfishly wished that he hadn't shared. It felt too much, too serious, too final. Your head started pounding and the pain in your hand became more apparent.

“And now, twenty years later I’ve been given a second chance- at love, at life. I know accepting that is hard for you- I get it, but even if you can't accept it- don't you ever, ever doubt it.”

He gently grabbed your chin and moved your face so that you were inches away looking up at him, “Because, I- I can’t fail you.”

He pressed his lips to yours. It was quick and gentle, and then he rested his forehead back onto yours.

Whereas he felt a sudden peace you were almost panicking. “You- you won’t. You couldn’t. Even- even if something happened…”

He said your name, “Please…”

“Let me,” you leaned back and he followed only this time he was the one dreading the eye contact. “You would have to keep going.”

He didn't respond.

“Joel you'd have to. If not for me then for Ellie.”

He sighed. “I can't make that promise to you. I- I wish I could but I can't. I’m stronger now, I know I am. You've helped me be that, but if…if you left me- I don’t know.”

“Can you promise me that you'd try?” You knew that wasn't far, but you had to hear it. You couldn't bear the thought of him hurting himself over you and you knew that the next time, if there ever was one, he wouldn't miss.

He nodded yes that he would try.

“Ok.”

“Ok?” He asked not believing that you would just accept him like that. That you would just hear the darkest part of him and still love and respect him. That you understood him, even with all of his darkness, and after his admission you now knew it all.

You nodded but then your cough returned violently.

“I told you not to speak and now look at you,” he frowned, his concern starting to rear its ugly head again, and he stood up deciding it was time to leave.

“We need to get you home,” he walked over and picked up your gun and stuck it in his pants, and then pulled your knife from the man’s chest, wiped it off and tucked it back into your pants. “You ready?”

He was overwhelmed by the sudden urge to get you out of the house. It was too cold and he didn't want you breathing anymore of the musty air.

He slowly helped you up and stilled when you groaned out. The blood rushed to your head and you swayed.

“I gotchu,” he held you steady as your world slowly righted itself.

After a few moments you nodded indicating that you were ready. He took off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders, and swung his gun back onto his back.

“I don’t ne–”

“It's getting colder and it's gonna rain.” You stared at him about to argue when he said, “I’ll be fine. You know the cold doesn't bother me.”

You scoffed knowing that it was a losing battle. He complained about the cold as often as you did.

He helped you to the door and you found that you couldn't stand up straight. That was fine though as long as you could walk you were good. Jackson was only about four miles away. It would only take an hour, maybe two if you had to slow down. You could make it.

You had to.

Thirty minutes later, you were moving as fast as your legs could but your side hurt. And for the first time since the injury you were actually worried. The pain was sharp and deep, and it felt like you had a sack of rice draped over your chest, making it very difficult to breathe. Though what concerned you the most was after your last round of coughing, you had tasted blood.

Joel was a couple of steps ahead, clearing the way, just in case the man in the cabin wasn't alone. You knew that his confession took a lot out of him, hell it took a lot out of you, but now he was focused on getting you home. Whereas before you felt like you had all of the time in the world now you felt pressured to continue.

Each step felt heavier than the last, and your pace was slowing dramatically but you still didn't call out. You had to dig into something deep within you–keep moving, keep moving, you can't be his bomb.

Another few minutes pass and you're still not even at the halfway point. It's beginning to rain, and you believe it's mixed with sleet. You can hear the soft pattering as it hits the fallen leaves.

Despite your chills you're sweating now. You can feel it dripping down the back of your neck. You can no longer feel the pain in your hand, probably thanks to Joel’s wrapping–or at least you hoped that was why. But you did have the worst sore throat of your life. And your side felt too big- swollen with its own heartbeat.

The ground was slick from the rain and you stumbled a few times. You start shaking from fear or shock, you aren’t sure. When you coughed this time you had to bend over. It was loud and intense, it echoed through the trees as it brought you to your knees.

Joel continued ahead. He felt that he had to keep moving. Everything would be fine once you got home. He had to believe that.

He had a feeling that something more was wrong. He observed you, he specialized in you. But the fear within him, the fear that he’d fail someone he loved yet again…it made his chest hurt. It made him want to pick you up and run. He needed to get you to safety.

But when he heard that cough, the one that had taken you to the ground, he turned and ran to you. His heart almost stopped entirely when he saw how you were shaking, and when he saw the new blood beading the arm of his jacket he fell to his knees with you.

“How long?” he barely managed to rasp out.

“I’m f-fine,” you spoke so softly that you almost couldn't be heard over the rain.

Joel sighed in disapproval as your name left his lips. “Why would you lie to me?”

You looked up at him, blood coated your teeth and bottom lip. “There's noth– nothing you can do…I-I didn't want to…worry you.”

The words that your hoarse voice barely managed to rasp out mixed with the sight of you chilled him to the bone. He would rather be eaten alive by clickers than to be in this hell he was in now.

“Baby...”

You turned your head and coughed again, so violently that your face turned a deeper shade and the veins in your forehead protruded. Blood sprayed out from your mouth with every cough and you suddenly felt very tired.

He held onto you from your side and he could feel the effort required for each breath. He could feel the tremors, and scarier still- he could smell the metallic twang of your blood.

When you finally calmed down, it felt like hours to him but it was no more than a couple of minutes, he hauled you up not wanting you to be in the cold mud for another second.

“I'm going to have to look at you, ok?”

You feebly nodded. His hand reached for the bottom of your shirt and you grabbed his hand stopping him. You looked at him ashamed as you mouthed the words ‘I’m so sorry Joel’.

When he watched your beautiful lips make those words he stilled, his eyes shifting between yours. He was stabbed with an intense fear that made him want to collapse. His eyes didn't leave yours. What he was searching for he didn't know, but he needed something. It was like he didn't believe how serious it was, like he was waiting for you to laugh or smile.

He placed both hands on either side of your face and handled you a little rougher than he intended. He didn't hurt you but the intensity was definitely there.

“You are going to be ok?”

Your eyes wandered, you didn't want to alarm him but you were terrified. You were beginning to think that maybe you wouldn't be.

He said your name, “Look at me. I said you are going to be ok. You hear me?”

You start crying again but you still nodded with more conviction this time, for his sake.

“It's not much further, we will go slow and take as many breaks as you need–then we'll getchu home and warmed up by the fire, alright?”

You nodded again. You recognized what he was doing, and appreciated it. But as much as you wanted to cuddle in front of the fire with Joel, honestly all you wanted was a doctor.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and he backed away trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He wanted to fall on his knees and scream up at the heavens. This isn't fair, this wasn't right. Though he stayed strong, because for all he knew, maybe it wasn't that bad.

The problem was though, it was that bad.

You reluctantly let him slowly lift your shirt. You turned your head so you couldn't see his reaction. You didn't want to, you knew what was probably there and you didn't think you were strong enough to watch his face as he saw the hidden injury.

You wanted to fuss at him and say you were ‘fine let's go, we are wasting time’ but you physically couldn't. You wanted to jog ahead playfully and ask ‘what was taking so long’ but you couldn't. You wanted to remove the furrow of his brow and the frown of his mouth but you couldn't.

Your shirt was still wet with your attacker’s blood and rain. It was clinging to your skin which made the reveal even more traumatizing for Joel. Last time he’d touched a bloody abdomen that wasn't his own, it was his dying daughters.

“Fuck,” he wasn’t aware he choked out.

Your right rib cage was extended—swollen like a football and so dark of a purple it was almost black. He let his fingertips lightly graze the swollen area. It was hard and felt hot to the touch.

Your involuntary tremors made him snap out of it and he let go of your shirt and put his hands on your shoulders

“We have to get going. Ok?”

You mouthed, ‘how bad?’

“It’s not bad, we just need to get home before dark.”

You looked at him knowingly, it was his serious expression that told you the truth.

‘Joel?’ You silently persisted. Needing to hear it from his own admission. If you were dying you wanted to know.

He tilted his head down and took a deep steadying breath then returned to you, “It’s…it’s not good baby. Some ribs are broken I—I think and it’s so purple, I think it’s internal bleeding but—but I don’t know. I think maybe your lung…” he swallowed and did his best to steady himself, “I think a rib might–might have punctured your lung. I’ve never seen…we need to get you back.”

His voice sounded foreign to his own ears, too weak and soft for the moment. It sounded like he had given up but that couldn't be further from the truth. His chest hurt. His shoulders were shaking from anxiety and his heart was racing dangerously.

Tears were streaming down your face, blending with the now pouring rain. You smiled sadly– 'Told you, nothing you can do.’

He made a sound you never wanted to hear from him again. If you had to describe it, and you really didn't want to, it sounded like a strangled sob.

He pulled your good side to him and held you for a moment, more for him than you. He needed to feel you, as a reminder that you were here, that you were still warm and alive.

The half embrace helped you as well. Maybe you had been walking too fast, because this break had helped you breathe, you hadn’t had the urge to cough in awhile.

“Alright let’s go real slow. You just focus on your breathing,” he put your arm around his neck and put his arm under your arm. He braced you taking most of your weight so that you just barely had to move your legs.

You didn’t struggle for another fifteen minutes after, but then you felt the cough coming and tapped his arm. He stopped immediately and held you up. Your legs wobbled as the cough took almost everything that you had. You felt extremely sore as the sharpness from your broken rib poked at your organs. The blood returned and so did the wheezing.

“I’ve got you…I’ve got you.” His face grew pale as he saw the amount of blood coming out of you.

You looked up at him, blood dripping from the corner of your mouth and mouthed ‘tired.’

“I know baby, I am too but we still have a little ways to go. We need to hurry though because we don't want to worry Ellie.”

He held you tighter and took more of your weight, practically dragging you alongside of him.

You tried honestly you did, but your feet felt like lead and your eyes were refusing to stay open. The struggle to breathe was returning and you started to feel cold.

The rain continued to pour. The mud was starting to stick to Joel's boots making him have to pick up his feet a little higher. If you were to look behind you'd see trail marks from you not being able to pick up your feet.

A few more minutes of struggling, and with a little more than a mile to go, you tugged at his arm.

He slowly came to a stop and looked at you.

The color was gone from your face and you could barely hold your head up. ‘I can't’, you silently stated. You were by now too weak to cough. The rattling in your chest had grown louder and wetter, and the pain in your side was becoming unbearable, irritated by each tug as he pulled you along. You just wanted to lay down. You felt your body give up.

“It's ok.”

You frowned and if you had any tears left they would begin to fall but you were empty. You feared you had nothing left in you, and really didn't want to die this close to Jackson. That would be cruel and pathetic.

You wanted to tell him to go ahead and get help, that you'd wait for him, that you would do your best to stay awake. But you knew that was pointless–he would never leave you.

“I’m proud of you. You made it so far.” He kissed the top of your head. Then he moved in front of you, and turned his back, “Hold on to me.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck–low enough to where you don't choke him, and grimaced as you squeezed your bad hand too tightly but didn't let go. You put all of your remaining energy into holding on.

He grabbed a hold of your legs and brought them around to hug his waist, then he wasted no time and started trudging through the muck as fast as he could. He could feel your trembling body and because of how close your mouth was to his ear, he could hear every gasp for air. It sounded scary but it was comforting, he prayed it didn't stop.

The weather was only getting worse and he felt that that fit the mood appropriately, because something this bad couldn't happen on a beautiful day. The rain was falling so heavily now that it affected his visibility. You were both soaked, even his boots sloshed with water.

There was a road that led straight to Jackson. It wasn't usually busy and only really got a handful of visitors a year, most people would turn back before even trying to get in after they saw the armed guards. That was the quickest way back, but both of his hands were currently preoccupied by holding your legs, so he couldn't defend you if need be. So even though it was much harder on him he opted to stay hidden in the safety of the trees.

By his determination, if he could keep up this pace, you'd be home in thirty minutes.

“How are you doing back there?” He asked. He had been avoiding speaking too much because he needed all the air he could get. He wasn't exactly young anymore and although you weren't heavy to him–he still needed to be smart with his stamina.

You didn't respond.

“Baby, if you can hear me move your leg.”

Nothing.

Shit he thought, picking up his pace. He still heard your rattled breathing but losing consciousness was never a good sign.

It began to thunder and the wind started picking up. The temperature was dropping fast.

And just as he was thinking about how the weather was currently mirroring the turmoil within him, he felt your grip loosen. He reacted quickly enough to lean forward so you wouldn’t fall from his back.

The sounds of the storm made it so he could no longer hear your breath and at the loss of that sound, meant he'd lost all signs of your life.

He fell to his knees instantly and as carefully as possible, turned and laid you on the ground. He quickly leaned forward and hovered his good ear over your mouth. It took an agonizingly long time but he heard it there, the faint sound of your sluggish breath.

He sobbed out in relief and did his best to collect himself. He took just a second to look down at you. You were so hauntingly beautiful at that moment. Blood diluted by the rainwater lightly streamed out from your mouth. A few strands of hair were stuck to your face. He moved them carefully like with one false move and you'd be gone.

Now that he couldn’t talk to you, all he wanted to do was tell you how much he loved you, and vowed to himself that if you survived he’d tell you everytime he thought it.

He moved to cradle you in his arms and once he had a good grip, he slowly stood up. His lower back protested with an achy twinge of a past injury, but he could care less. He was getting you home no matter if he was broken in half.

Carrying you this way was more of a challenge. It was harder on his body to do so but also he could see just enough of your face to make him constantly on the verge of breaking down. Despite the paleness of your face, bruising of your cheek, and the blood dribbling out from your mouth, you looked peaceful. And that scared him so bad he almost couldn't deal with it.

Every fiber of his being wanted to run and now after really thinking about it, it was fucked up that the weather was so bad. Winter was a few months away and he had not experienced a rain like this since being in Wyoming. So naturally on all days that it could happen it had to be today.

His arms, back, and legs were on absolute fire but he was getting close now. He could see the buildings in the distance.

With a new found surge of energy he picked up his pace. The motion jostled you and you grunted in pain.

“I know, I know but we are almost there. Just hold on for me.”

When he got you to the entrance he yelled out as loud as he could, “Help! Somebody helppppp!”

Tommy who had been patrolling came running and was the first one to see Joel with his arms full of you. He tried to help his brother by taking you from Joel's arms, but Joel jerked you away from him.

“Get the doctor! Go- GO!” His voice was rough but loud enough to send chills down Tommy’s spine.

He had only heard that voice one other time. He took a giant step back and tried his best not to think of another day long ago. He looked at you and got that eerie familiar feeling. Joel looked ready to yell again so Tommy wasted no more time and sprinted ahead calling out for the doctor.

Just as Joel made it to the old clinic, he could see the doctor running down the street putting her hair up as she yelled out for him to go around back.

She met him there and quickly opened the door which led directly to her operating room. She cleaned her hands as he laid you on the table.

If he hadn't just heard your soft puffs of air he would think that you were dead. In fact the doctor did assume you were and checked for a heartbeat.

Tommy and Maria came barging through the other door, he was panting for air and she was looking at you with such anguish.

“How is she?” Maria asked quickly.

You, Maria, and Tommy really got along. The four of you spent a lot of time together. You'd go to the movies and eat dinner as a double date. They loved you. So much that Joel often found himself feeling like the odd man out. He just wanted to be around you, he no longer cared if that was selfish.

“She has a heartbeat, that's all I know so far.” The doctor's voice was smooth and feminine, though urgent.

Joel then realized that he wasn't being any help. He was just standing there with his arms slightly raised forward like he was expecting for you to be placed back into them. You weren't out of the woods yet just because he got you to the doctor. The next step of your recovery has begun and he needs to get his head on straight. His recuperation couldn’t begin until after you were stable–until after you were home and in his arms.

“She–she um…” His voice didn't sound like his own, too weak and desperate sounding. It sounded like he was about to break down. He realized this and pushed his wet hair back out of his face and straightened his shoulders. He calmed his breathing and his thoughts and spoke much more assuredly. “She was attacked with a baseball bat. Her side is bad and her- her hand. He tried to strangle her, but it's–it’s her side.”

The doctor didn't even look up at him as he spoke. Her sole focus was on you. She had already determined that you had been choked and beaten–your swollen face and neck was more than enough evidence to determine that. She noticed your labored breathing but had assumed that it was from the trauma to your windpipe.

She lifted up your shirt to examine your side, and quickly instructed, “We need to get her clothes off.”

Joel rushed to your side almost protectively and assisted the doctor in removing his jacket from you. Tommy and Maria stripped you of your boots and socks, they both finished and looked up when Joel cut your shirt open. He fought the urge to shield you from their view.

Maria gasped, one hand flew to her mouth as tears filled her eyes, and the other landed on her belly in an unconscious attempt to self soothe. Tommy wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in close.

Joel had to quickly construct a wall around his emotions–or else he would be useless in the moment. His eyelids slightly lowered as he blocked out their reactions. He only waited for the next task that the doctor gave him.

She prodded and poked you, but you didn't respond.

Then she looked up and turned to Tommy. “I need Amber and Michael.” They were her two assistants. Amber had been a nurse and she had been training Michael for a couple of years now.

He nodded and ran out.

Maria had composed herself and reached for your belt buckle. Joel responded negatively to that and pushed her hands out of the way and took over. She took no offense to it and got out of his way. He had your belt undone and your wet pants off quickly–an act that he was now an expert at.

Tommy, Amber, and Michael all came flying in and crowded around you. Joel was glued to the spot but all of these eyes on you made him uncomfortable, it was like he was no longer present in the moment, like some animalistic instinct was begging to take over- protect, protect.

“Joel?”

“Joel!” Tommy shook him and Joel swatted his arm away from him roughly.

Tommy understood Joel and had seen him at his absolute worst so he didn't take it to heart, but he was worried for his older brother. He was acting like he did after Sarah's death and you were still alive.

“The doc wants us out.”

Joel shook his head profusely–not a chance.

Tommy practically begged him but he wasn't listening. He was just watching them working on you. It was like everything was happening in a daze. All of the motions blurred together and any sound that he did hear sounded like it was far away. Time slowed down and he ignored his brother tugging at his arm.

A loud knock made Joel snap out of it. His eyes were dry from staring and he blinked rapidly in an attempt to wet them.

Nobody had responded to the knocking, everyone was either too busy working on you or too busy worrying over you.

The door swung open so aggressively that the door handle loudly hit the wall behind it chipping the painted brick. Ellie came barging in, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

She saw Joel covered in blood, and a look in his eyes that she didn't recognize. “What the fuck happened?” She said as she looked from Joel over to you. Her voice was as strong as ever but her eyes flooded with tears and her mouth slightly opened.

When she looked at him again and saw the mirrored pain in his own eyes. Not knowing what to do, she ran to his arms and hugged him tightly.

His weak excuse of a wall came crashing down as he held on to her for dear life.

It was only then that Maria and Tommy were able to herd them out of the room.

As they waited Joel did his best to fill them in on what all happened, or at least everything that he knew. He didn't really feel like talking. Ellie was livid and full of random questions about your attacker. Questions that he had no clue about. They didn't even really matter but it was her mind trying to make sense of why someone would dare hurt you.

There were two chairs in the now deemed waiting area. Two chairs that neither Joel nor Ellie touched. They simply paced, and paced, and continued pacing. At one point Ellie was overwhelmed with emotion and swiped the contents of a nearby shelf clean off. Joel didn't bat an eye.

Tommy stood solemnly and Maria eventually took one of the chairs. He had told her a few times that they should go home, that she was pregnant and needed her rest, but she didn't say a word–just gave him a look that could kill.

It was mid morning by the time the doctor came out. Her shirt was splattered with your blood and she was drying her hands on a towel. She looked exhausted. Joel and Ellie ran up to her and Maria stood by Tommy.

She explained that it was broken ribs, collapsed lung, and she had tried to operate on her hand, but Joel couldn’t clearly understand anything past she's stable.

She put the towel over her shoulder and stretched her neck from side to side. “They are cleaning her up and then you guys can see her. She’s going to be in a lot of pain for a while, but I do believe she's going to be ok.”

Maria let out a ‘thank god’ and embraced her husband, who also looked quite thankful.

Joel and Ellie though stared in disbelief. Until they saw you they wouldn't get their hopes up. Not that they didn't trust the doctor–they just had prepared for the worst and needed to see you.

After twenty minutes Michael came out and told them they could see you now. Maria insisted that Ellie and Joel go in first. She knew they needed to be alone with you.

The room seemed too bright and the sterile smell was so strong it was almost nauseating. “Oh shit.” Ellie said as the sight before her surprised her.

Joel also couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't know what he had expected but it wasn't this.

You were slightly propped up on the bed, your skin pale and lifeless. Your torso was heavily wrapped all the way down to your pelvis. There was a thin sheet covering your legs and feet. And your hand was placed elevated on a pillow beside you.

But what had caught them off guard was Amber sitting by your side holding a hand held pump, manually pumping air into your lungs.

Amber smiled sweetly at the pair that she couldn't believe were not actual father and daughter. “I know it looks scary, but this won't have to be done for long. It's just making it easier on her lungs right now, she can breathe without it.”

Neither said a word. They just stared.

“I'll give you guys some alone time.”

She stopped pumping and got up to leave when Ellie ran over and started pumping. “Are you fucking crazy?”

“Ellie!” Joel fussed. Even though he felt the same.

“No, it's ok. Like I said she’ll be fine without it…Do you want me to show you how to do it?”

Ellie nodded and listened intently to Amber's instructions.

“I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

And just like that, the three of you were alone.

Joel stood still for a moment, then made his way over to your good side. He took your uninjured hand in his. He fixated on the blood and dirt beneath your nails. He wanted to clean them for you, he wanted to wipe every trace of yesterday from you.

Your hand felt warmer than he assumed it would and that gave him some hope. Even though it didn't seem like you were alive, you were.

Ellie was talking to you while pumping at the precise interval she was taught. Telling you how thankful she was that you were ok and what all you were going to do together when you got out of here.

But Joel found that he couldn't speak. In fact he couldn't think of a single thing to say to you except I love you. And he wasn't going to keep muttering that, he'd tell you when you woke. No, he found the idea of talking to you right now somehow wrong.

A few minutes later Maria and Tommy came to see you. Their visit was very short but they both told you how much you meant to them. Before they left they tried to get Ellie and Joel to go home and rest, especially Joel who was still wet and muddy, but Ellie just said ‘not a chance’ and Joel didn't even bother to respond.

The next day Maria had convinced Ellie that you weren't going anywhere and invited her to stay at her place. She knew that being in an empty home surrounded by your things must be hard. Ellie accepted, because that was what she was thinking as well.

Tommys battle was a little more challenging but he eventually got Joel to go home and shower and change. He still refused food but had gulped down three bottles of water.

Joel had not left you after that.

They stopped pumping air into you the following day. Though they still checked on your lungs with a stethoscope every couple of hours. Your breathing had improved dramatically and the doctor had decided to attempt a second surgery on your hand. It went well and she was able to repair more than she thought she'd be able to.

The day after that she decided that your lungs were strong enough and it was time to cut back on your pain medication, it was time for you to wake up.

On the third day since your injury you woke up.

There was nothing and then there was everything. You slowly blinked open your eyes and were at first very confused. You felt pain and then you felt a warmth in your hand. You lifted your head stiffly, looked down and saw Joel. He was almost half draped on the bed, your hand lovingly wrapped in his own.

He was breathing heavily, deep in slumber but you knew he'd want you to wake him. You opened your mouth to speak but not a sound came out. Your brows furrowed and you tried again…nothing. So you squeezed his hand.

He shot up immediately like you'd just pressed his power button.

He blinked a few times like he didn't trust his eyes.

‘Hi,’ you mouthed and smiled at him lovingly.

“Hi,” he said as warmth and disbelief filled his eyes. He held your hand to his chest and returned your smile.

He stood up suddenly, “They need to check you.”

You gripped his hand tighter and shook your head, ‘stay.’

“They need to make sure you’re ok baby.”

‘I’m fine.’

He choked out a laugh through his sudden relieved tears, “No, no you aren't.”

You frowned, was there something you didn't know?

“...but you will be.”

You sat back in relief, wincing as a pain shot through your side.

“Let me get somebody. You're in pain.”

You didn't let go of his hand, if anything you held even tighter.

He said your name to try and convenience you but first he needed to tell you something. “I- I love you. God, I love you.”

You smiled with tears in your eyes, ‘I love you too Joel.’

You had to stay in the hospital for another ten days. You felt dirty, miserable and restless but the pain was at times severe, so much to Joel’s disbelief you didn't really complain about having to stay. That worried him at first but he was also thankful because he wanted you there for however long the doctor felt you needed to be.

Your side still hurts, in fact it really hurts, each movement makes you gasp out in pain. Joel’s always there to help–it's sweet but at times a little suffocating. The swelling in your throat has gone away but you still struggle speaking. Your voice is hoarse it sounds like a croak, and so you stick to one word responses. You don't do much with your hand. It was the least life threatening of your injuries, though, it does secretly concern you a lot.

On the day Joel walked you home from the hospital the sky was baby blue and the sun was beaming brightly. It was a comfortably warm day which was special because it was normally much cooler around this time of year.

His arms were wrapped around you and it reminded you of a much scarier time about two weeks ago now. He didn't say much the whole journey, much too absorbed by similar thoughts.

He helped you up the stairs and when you entered your home you were flooded by the familiar comforting smell. It smelled of the three of you. You were so relieved to be back, for a while you weren't sure that you'd make it back.

The only thing missing was Ellie. You looked up at Joel and opened your mouth to ask where she was.

He read your questioning gaze effortlessly and before you could speak he said. “She's still at Tommys.”

You shook your head, though you'd be lying if you said it didn't hurt you a little. Home wasn't complete without her.

He led you to the shower and helped you bathe. He had Ellie pick you up some of your favorite soap the day before in preparation. It smelled of goat's milk, honey, and wildflowers. His touch was gentle but firm enough to feel like he was really cleaning you, which you were thankful for.

When his hand trailed over the green and blue bruise that still covered your side he sighed and carefully brought your body to his. He pressed his forehead to yours and shut his eyes. Water trailed down his wet hair and ran down your body. Your good hand caressed the back of his head and you shifted, lifting up to give him a kiss on his beautiful lips.

You looked up at him and it almost ended him. You were here in his arms, kissing him, smiling at him.

“Joel.” You were proud of how composed that sounded.

His hands caressed your face lovingly and he kissed you again, much firmer but not at all rough. He lifted his head and looked into your moisture filled eyes and said softly, “I love you.”

He washed your body twice, thoroughly. Not just because he loved the feeling of your soft skin, but because he knew that you had felt disgusting after not being able to for so long. He wanted to make sure that you felt pristine.

He asked if you were hungry and you nodded no that you werent, which was true. You were just physically tired, this was as much as you've moved in awhile and your body wasn’t used to it.

“Cold.” You whispered into his ear as he was placing one of his shirts over your head. You weren't really cold, after the shower you were actually quite warm, you just wanted to be in his arms.

Your breath hitting his neck made him shudder involuntarily. “I got you.” he whispered back.

He picks you up slowly, careful of all of your injuries and carries you down stairs and lays you on the ground in front of the fireplace. Then he gets all of the pillows and blankets he can find and makes a comfortable nest around you. He builds the fire and lights it and then lays down beside you, bringing your good side firmly to his. He sighs contentedly as you lay your head on his chest and he presses his nose into your hair inhaling your scent.

“This is what I’ve been wanting.”

“Fire?” You messed with him.

He chuckled. He felt all of the stress begin to leave his body for the first time in fourteen days. His shoulders lowered in relaxation and the lines on his face softened.

“You. You’ve been what I’m wantin’.”

You looked up and demanded the words to come out. “You have me.”

He kissed your forehead and snuggled back into you. His eyes closed quickly and before you knew it he was sleeping soundly.

You weren’t really tired, not mentally at least. You did feel incredibly content though. His breath and the crackling of the fire soothed you and despite the dull ache in your hand and side, you felt ridiculously comfortable.

You shifted slowly so that you could look at him. He looked so at peace, your guardian angel—your protector—your love. You were filled with so much affection that your chest ached.

Everyday since your injury you often found yourself thinking about what he went through to get you home and what a lonely hell that must have been. It wasn’t completely your fault but you still felt incredibly guilty about it. He saved you, and one day if you were ever put in the situation, you hoped that you could save him in return.

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[sadlyiamgay]

Yandere Genshin Men Brainrot

Im going fucking insane. Anyways have any of you guys played silly or furry wisher? It's like a cute and funny genshin ripoff, a little boring at times but I enjoy clicking away in slime valley. While playing though an idea popped into my brain, "what if the real genshin characters (that's hopelessly inlove with you) finds out the reason why you haven't played genshin in a while? Only to realize that you're playing a genshin meme game" And then these men go and hack the shit out of the game because monika vibes I love. Uh might update from time to time, thie will only include Zhongli and Neuvillette (they're literally the only well built 5 stars I have. How the fuck do we build genshin characters I'm so confused)

By the way check out the games (Silly Wisher, Furry Wisher). It's fun and amusing

--ZHONGLI: His reaction to the realization of you playing an.. Odd ripoff(?) Game was one of pure amusement, the Geo archon couldn't blame you either, I mean, your poor little head couldn't handle the amount of unfinished and WAY too hard quests, he thought you were taking a break, but after a while (when you eventually and finally returned) he finds out pretty quickly from your small mumbles and comments that he oh so always adores, and out of pure curiosity decided to break out of the game codings and go through your apps, seeing two new odd games on your phone, Silly wisher and.. Furry.. Wisher..? Of course he broke in the new favorite games you had in your device, and cooing at the fact that you *still* main and favor him even in these joke games. He also quickly realized that he could easily possess the John Lee (he was a little offended by the name, but quickly laughed along when he heard you wheeze everytime you played the game) as well as Meatball. Quickly making both the characters extremely and suspiciously.. **Overpowered.**

"... Wait. Since when did Johnny do 100k damage??? Is this what happens if you level them up to level 15??? "

- YOU, mumble, absolutely amused and still giggling after listening to Dr. Snek's voiceline. Zhongli smiles, happy that you were enjoying your gameplay, he felt grateful, even though he was a little upset that you decided to play some ripoff game instead of properly spending time with him, Zhongli was happy that he didn't have to hide his lovestruck and flustered face, in the real game he always tried his best to mess with the camera so that it would never face him, he used to be able to hide his true emotions, but overtime it got harder. Extremely, harder (haha that's what she said). So it was a breath of fresh air on seeing you without you yourself seeing him, letting himself indulge in fantasies that he could never think of whenever you were around. Especially with the other game too. He could stare at you all the time, and you'd brush it off. Each time Meatball came around and jumped into the screen you'd coo, making him fall harder (down the stairs of) inlove with you. Each time you needed a copy of him for the whole "gene splicer" He'd come home willingly. Hell, there was a pull you did once that consisted of him and only him. He of course didn't question the fact that the dog version (that sounds so wrong) of him has alot kids. But he brushes it off. Replacing the thought of his genetics being merged is weird, into a fantasy where all those merged, genetically made kids were yours and his.

Congratulations, you gave this old man wattpad fantasies. Fucking hell, he wants to pull you into the game to do that. Though, that thought can and should wait. For now, he wants to watch and stare at you longer. *Just* a little longer.

--NEUVILETTE, the hydro dragon was always a man with (questionable) morals. But even he, the mascot of Justice has his limits. He was upset at the fact that you weren't as active as before, sure he sympathized with your overwhelmed situation (especially since it was he who activated half the quests), but that mean you can literally just leave like that. It wasn't his fault that his curiosity about the game you kept mumbling about made him break out of the game he's bounded in. What was his reaction to Hydropump Judge and Judgy Cat? Well, he laughed. Not because he was upset, but because he was *still* favored. He was still your main. Even if there was no differences in attacks when it came to grinding in slime valley. So he rewards you with extremely overpowered and multiple copies of him, it also doesn't help the fact that he could literally also just stare at you for hours and hours. And you still brush it off. You weren't weirded out. You weren't reporting to the game developers. Unlike when you felt uncomfortable when he forced the camera to not be able to move and freezing the option to switch through the characters. Just you and him. Eye to eye.

"Man I wished you had a voiceline, Neuvi. I mean, your banner description in this game is absolutely hilarious, but I genuinely want another funny audio. Aside fron Dr. Snek"

-YOU mumble as you kept spamming the attack button, watching your highscore be passed, you questioned why the character was able to hit high numbers, but you didn't question it, you never did. Brushing it off and thinking that it must be because he had the highest level out of everyone. Neuvillette smiles. Happy, satisfied and lovestruck at how calm and adorable you were. He loved your expressions, all of it. But he *adored* your relaxed state. Since it was rare to see you like this. He wished the Fontaine update and his banner came earlier when you joined the game.

...Maybe he should lower the world level himself? He wants to see you in this state more often. He wants to see you happy and carefree, proud that you finally finished your quests. He thought of this as he kept staring at you through Judgy cat. You had fallen asleep, not minding the fact that he was on screen a while ago. You didn't question it, since it was part of the games anyways. Seeing you in such a state makes him want to break out of your damn electronic and drag you with him. But that can wait, for now he should think of a way to make you play genshin more often.

[liaarxse]

how would the tr boys react when their s/o is the funniest person ever? like they could crack anyone up with just saying something and their humor is peak humor?

This is unbelievable...

Characters: Haruki (Pah-chin) Hayashida, Keisuke Baji, Shinichiro Sano

Warnings: None, crack if you lack cocaine

A/n: My type of humor frfr. I had a blast writing this HAHAHA

Also, can I add how insane some TR fangirls are? Like, I love my man too, but chill out, he is a fictional character, he doesn't belong to anyone. It's all fun and games until they become toxic

— Haruki (Pah-chin) Hayashida

If you don't like Pah-chin, leave

It's literally one of my top favorite characters

Anyway

Y'all were out, roaming around the city while Pah Is walking his dog, Pochi

Pochi >>>>

You were just blabbering about all kinds of shit

Toman shit, school shit, hobby shit

Shit shit

When, all of a sudden, a pregnant couple walked out of a store just a few feet away from you

Pah didn't think anything about it, probably didn't even notice them

But you?

OH YOU

You noticed A LOT more

"Y'know..." You started. "There is something about my unholy mind that when I see a guy and a girl walking by and they're a couple, and the girl is pregnant, I'm like... was it good?"

Pah was FLABBERGASTED

You? You were laughing your ass of on the middle of the side walk

Both Pah and Pochi looked at you like-

This bitch good?

"Like, OH YOU'VE BEEN RAW DOGGING IT ALL NIGHT HUH—"

"Y/n–"

"OkAY–"

"Y/n sto–"

"You've been RIDING IT" "MHMMM"

"Y/n–"

"GET THAT DICK–"

Pah elbowed you right in the stomach

And you just continued LAUGHING

Thank God the couple didn't hear you

Sweet potatoes and honey pie

This bitch mental

But you know who else is mental?

This mf in front of you, who out of nowhere starting wheezing

Like?

Are y'all not?

Embarrassed?

APPARENTLY NOT

You just started wheezing and screaming into thin air

Nobody, but you knows why

Like, even the dog is embarrassed

Stupid

Pochi had enough of your shenanigans that when Pah's hold on the leash weakend, Pochi made a RUN FOR IT

Boy just ZOOMED into space

And when I tell you

That dog is fast as a motherfucker

You and Pah? Your asses are dragging on the fucking floor

You couldn't catch Pochi even if you wanted to

Thank GOD Baji appeared from thin air and caught Pochi and you got him back

What?

Y'all seeing ghosts now?

— Keisuke Baji

Samara entered the chat

Somebody call ghost busters

Kidding, kidding

It was like, 2am and Baji was, obviously, sleeping

You?

Sleep is for the weak

So you called your sleeping boy to say something important

"Y/n. It's 2 fucking am—"

"Babe if I was a bee do you know what sound I'd make?"

"...what?"

"I wouldn't make a 'bzzzing' sound, I'd make a 'puhtk, puhtk, puhtk.'

Y/n what the fuck

You mental ass

But you could hear his muffled laughing

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Like. Bzz is boring, ya know? Puhtk-ing is wayyyy better. Like, imagine if I flew over your head. You wouldn't hear bz bz bz, but like, puhtk, puhtk, puhtk. Like a small horse with wings."

"...wh—"

He burst out laughing

Bruh

It ain't even funny

Maybe he was too sleep drunk to comprehend the situation

And you were too drunk to realize what you was saying

"Don't laugh! It's a perfectly reasonable theory that if I were to become a bee, I'd be 'tuguduking' like a horse."

Suddenly the other line went quiet

Like

Dead quiet

...

Wait

Shit

"Baji?"

He suffocated

Great job, Y/n

You ass

— Shinichiro Sano

Y'all smell that?

Smells like reincarnation to me

Anywhoooooo

You were out with Shinichiro

It was raining but who cares?

Pneumonia?

What's her snapchat?

@Pneu_yomom_nia

SKSKSKSK

You were just talking to Shinichiro when all of a sudden

"What's the feeling of being named after a bone, Shin?"

"Don't say that."

"Why, Shinbony?"

"...SHIN WHAT—"

LMAOAOAOA

Shinbony-kuuuuun 🤪

"Or like, SHINaningans."

"Y/n I swear to GOD."

"Don't, you'll go back again."

"Wha–"

Yo ass went silent

For like

2 minutes

What?

Writer Lia here, it was 2.69 seconds, my mistake

"Shini, shini yay, shini yay, shini yam-"

"Are you fucking joking?"

"SWALLA-LA-LA"

"Stop."

"SWALLA-LA-LA? SWALLA-LA-LA"

Y/n what kind of cocaine did your ass inhale?

And from where

The nose, the mouth, she bellybutton, yo fucking BOOTYHOLE ??

Cuz your ass cannot COMPETE with the shit that is coming out of YO MOUTH

I'm hilarious

I mean, Shin thinks you're hilarious, not me !!!

(Fangirls don't kill me)

Like

You both got home after like, 10 minutes

The bitch dropped the second y'all entered the house

That's because he didn't accept pneumonias snapchat friend request

[bess3714]

I didn't know this comic even existed before now, but if the rest of the issues are as funny as this one, I might have to read it

Catman: He's not talking to us, right?

Bane: Idk, maybe? Hard to say

These guys are so funny

Bane: I will not break your spine. Instead, I will let the ground break your spine

Okay, so I just went and looked this guy up and his name is Peter Merkel, Jr. and her backstory is so wack but I'm lowkey obsessed with this murderous store-brand Robin and I want you all to know that

Bane saving kids is so sweet. Also I like how this could be read as Bane saying, "The Batman saved your child because his influence caused me to make the decision to save her" but also "I am the Batman and I saved your child."

Ohohoho, this is getting good!

Catman: You want to be Batman so bad.

Bane: No, you want to be Batman so bad.

Ragdoll: I want to be Robin. I want it so bad.

And the reference to Jason Todd's death is just mwah *chef's kiss* beautiful

"Oh, I'm a little sidekick short and lean, I'll be replaced when I'm eighteen!" Dick does not deserve this slander but I'm wheezing anyway lmao

I mean, not giving yourself permission to bleed out is a very Batman-like trait. The spine thing, not so much.

And the thrilling conclusion to the issue!

I cackled through this whole issue. I'm not even joking it was so amusing and I don't even know any of these characters. Fucking spectacular.

Oh, and getting back to the actual Battle for the Cowl-ness thing, the writing is on the wall for Nightwing

Ooooo, I think you're going to have to be Batman, Dick. Sorry, buddy. That sucks

[liverpool-enjoyer]

hii

I know you're thinking "who the hell is this guy"

here's a funny story: I've caught a cold (yes I live in italy, yes I know you're thinking about chiesa, yes there are 578C° outside, yes I should have worn a jacket when it was raining) and I'm tucked in my bed with the sheets above my neck and I can't move because I've got a terrible muscular pain; i'm a football fan, I support liverpool and my local team, both bc of my dad. I didn't know about ao3 until 2 weeks ago, but my friend (a shoutout to gloria) who doesn't watch football sent me a link and just said "read it, I don't know who these people are but it sound funny" and so I did! I didn't even know people shipped footballers but I swear to god actually it's so funny and entertaining to read, even tho I don't. I just enjoyed a lot the drama and the friendship between all the characters.

But let's get to the point, being stucked in bed I read again chapter 20, and I wheezed at the first scene, I can't tell you why, it was just funny to me. So I decided to draw it this afternoon

I did a lot of errors in proportions, plus müller is right handed but he is holding his fork in his left hand, I didn't want to redraw it tho. I hope you like it <33 I really appreciate your work <33

AHHHH OHMYGOSH??? THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT <3 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING THIS LIKE I WISH I COULD PUT IT ON MY FRIDGE AHHHH. i cannot explain enough how uefa high art makes my YEAR

PLUS ITS AMAZING!!! i love your lil facial expressions <3

i hope you feel better soon bro!!! as the future of healthcare may i recommend uh. drinking water. also you fucking clocked me w "yes i know youre thinking about chiesa" 😭

i loved reading abt your uefa high origin story ashflsdhf. tell your lovely friend gloria i said thank you for recommending my fic n finding it funny!! that rlly means the most <3