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I somehow got inspired to write a Pride & Prejudice inspired Rolanfic so here is a little snippet from it :) it's a work in progress and part of a longer scene :3

this is the "she's tolerable, but not nearly enough to tempt me" part at the ball lmao

COME GET YALLS ENEMIES TO LOVERS!!!

Rolan was content to spectate. He did not enjoy dancing with strangers and absolutely did not enjoy meaningless smalltalk, either. To occupy himself while Cal and Lia were all bust lost in the dense crowd of dancers, he instead chose to sink into his generously poured goblet of red wine. It was good. Rich.

It matched the attendees of tonight’s event, who were all swathed in expensive fabrics. Velvet, silk, chiffon, satin - all were represented in every color, swirling around in a jubilant wave of celebratory dance. 

Rolan’s amber eyes flickered around the room as indulged in his drink, observing for the entire duration of one song. And then yet another. And another. 

Only the need for his second - no, third  - goblet of wine lured Rolan from his self-appointed post and once his refill had been obtained, he made his way back to the secluded spot against one of the grand stone walls. 

His siblings returned at nearly the same time, their cheeks flushed from dancing. Cal was smiling but Lia was not; she looked irritated to find him in the exact same place where she had left him.

“Rolan,” she said sharply, tugging on the sleeve of the new robes he had purchased specifically for this event. He scowled and pulled himself away, out of reach of her bristly annoyance. “Cal and I will drag you onto the dance floor ourselves. Quit hiding.”

“I’m not hiding,” he protested. Hiding was what children did. He was merely… strategically placing himself beyond notice. Yes. That was it. The goblet was held in Lia’s face, swaying to get her attention. “I have a drink. Am I supposed to take it with me? Slosh it all over the floor for the sake of some blasted dance?”

Cal made a resigned ‘here we go again’ face and Rolan knew all too well why; their sister had crossed her arms over her chest. Lia was now a dog with a bone. “The point of a dance, funnily enough, is to dance,” she said. 

Rolan swallowed. “I don’t know anyone,” he said. “Only the two of you.”

Cal looked sympathetic; he could hear the well-hidden, tiniest twinge of reluctant apprehension in Rolan’s voice. For as long as they had known each other, Lia certainly picked up on it as well, but her steely pose did not yield in the slightest.  

“Well, you’re absolutely not dancing with either of us-” she began.

“We already have partners for the next dance,” Cal explained gently. 

“- and besides, you’re too old to be this pathetic,” Lia said. She clapped him on the shoulder and gestured to the bustling room with a sweeping, grand arm. “Go ask a girl to dance, Rolan. It won’t kill you.”

“No. I refuse,” he said, swallowing another large mouthful of wine instead. The immediate refusal earned him another scowl from Lia but he ignored her easily, his gaze flowing over the room. There were certainly a large number of people to choose from; a frame of waiting participants had formed around the already-crowded dance floor. “If I dance with them, I’ll have to talk to them. And none look as if they have a single interesting thought in their head. Why should I waste my time with such meaningless frivolities? Who even are these people-”

“Bloody Hells, who cares?” cried Lia, rolling her eyes. “They’re pretty! Pretty girls, pretty boys, pretty people. Go swing one of them around the dance floor and smile and have a good time, you absolute dunce-”

“Linry promised me the next dance,” Cal said excitedly.  

“Of course,” Rolan found himself saying with a defeated shrug of his shoulders. “Of course you would manage to capture the attention of the prettiest girl here-” 

“I’ve already danced with her twice,” Lia said. The annoyance on her face temporarily melted into smugness, as if there were some unspoken competition between the siblings. “Stop stalling, Rolan. You’d better hurry - look, most people have partners already.”

And he saw that she was right. The band was taking a break to quench their thirst at one of the little bars scattered around the large ballroom, but pairs were already queueing around the dance floor in anticipation of the next song. 

“Oh! I know. Her sister!” Cal said suddenly, brightening. He scanned the crowd, searching. “You should ask Linry’s sister to dance, Rolan. You’re both tall and-”

“Yes,” Lia agreed enthusiastically, taking Rolan’s cup and setting it down on a little table nearby. “What was her name? ‘Kes’ something? She’s stunning. And honestly, she looks a little grumpy, which is good. It means you’ll have something in common-”

“Stunning?” Rolan asked in disbelief, already mourning the loss of his cup. It had been both an indulgence and also a strategic shield between him and the rest of the partygoers. “That’s a generous observation. You’re only trying to manipulate me into - into-”

“Enjoying yourself?” suggested Cal gently. 

“How dare we!” Lia said, throwing a sarcastic scandalized hand over her heart. 

“Kesrin’s tolerable,” Rolan conceded at last, retrieving his wine from where Lia had placed it. “But not nearly enough to tempt me. Go. Have your fun, you two. Leave me to my own company, which is certainly preferable to anyone else’s.”

“Oh, Rolan,” Cal said. The words dripped with pity. 

“Fine. Stay here and be miserable all night,” Lia said.

“I’m hardly miserable-” Rolan protested, but his words fell into the empty air; Lia had already turned her heel and marched off, with Cal trailing behind her. 

He watched them for a moment. Lia found a dance partner within moments, a curvy human woman with freckles and shiny auburn hair, and Cal of course was dancing with Linry Ralotumal. Rolan could see the pink in her merry cheeks from his spot across the room.

Linry really was the prettiest girl in the room and with a bright cheeriness that meant she would not want for a dance partner at any point in the coming night. Everything about her was round and welcoming: her sweet circular face, curving easy smile, and shining large round gray eyes. 

Rolan did not see her sister anywhere. Kesrin would have been easy enough to spot; she was tall and had rather unique and strong features - at least compared to her family. Where Linry was all softness, Kesrin was entirely angles: expressive arched eyebrows, prominent cheekbones, and stern, hooded almond eyes in the same light gray as her sister’s.

The only features they had in common were their eyes and their hair - though Linry’s dark curls were cut shorter than Cal’s and Kesrin’s fell to the middle of her back. 

For a few more moments Rolan looked, but was unable to spot Kesrin’s tall figure anywhere. 

No matter. 

He would not have asked her to dance anyway. The wine was company enough.

It was warm in his stomach and on his cheeks, mingling with his muddled feelings. Certainly he was a little annoyed that his siblings had managed to not only push him into accepting the invitation to this dance in the first place but now still seemingly wanted more.

Why they insisted on his participation in activities that did not appeal to him at all, he did not know. 

The tiefling wizard knew how to dance well enough, sure, but his time was better spent elsewhere. He had an entire tower full of knowledge to explore and he would much rather be there than here, and he did not want to have to pretend otherwise. 

Feeling oddly lonely and cross, he took a few steps back so he would not have to see so many jolly faces. There was a tapestry on the wall behind him, a large and intricate thing showing a scene in a forest. Rolan expected to feel it against his back now, but instead-

“Shit,” he said, almost falling. There was no wall behind the heavy bit of cloth; it was a doorway. The tapestry was actually two tapestries, acting as curtains, parting to reveal a surprisingly roomy balcony. 

Fresh night air pleasantly washed over his hot face.

Rolan inspected himself to make sure no wine had managed to splash onto his new robes and only once he was absolutely sure he was spotless, he pushed the heavy coordinating curtains aside and stepped onto the balcony. 

It was very cozy, with a metal awning curving over its entirety to shield any occupants from rain. There was a set of charming wrought iron chairs, too, with a little matching table between them, and some more furniture pushed against the far wall.

Rolan took in a long breath, closing his eyes. Perhaps he would remain here for the rest of the night, to avoid any further poking and prodding from his siblings. The spot was nice enough; private, but not quiet. He thought the tapestries would have dampened the sound of the party, but they did not. 

Someone purposefully cleared their throat. 

The goblet nearly clattered to the floor, but Rolan caught it with a desperate scramble of a catch that sent wine spilling over his clenched hand and onto the balcony’s tiles.

“Oh. It’s you,” he said as he straightened, without thinking, identifying his unexpected company.

It was Kesrin, the sister of Cal’s dance partner. The half-elf looked quite comfortable in an armchair he had not noticed in the corner, her feet propped up onto a matching upholstered stool. In one pale hand she held a small, thin book and kept its pages open with her thumb. In the other was what looked like a drawing pencil. 

“My name is Kesrin,” she said. Her tone was neutral, uninterested, a complete departure from the convincingly polite words they had exchanged at their introduction. For a brief moment, her bright gray eyes flickered to him, and then returned to the open pages of her little book. 

“Yes, I remember,” Rolan assured her, feeling oddly out of his element. The tiny puddle of wine was at his feet. What was he supposed to do about that? Rolan’s fingers drummed anxiously against the goblet in his hands.

Kesrin did not reply and instead kept looking over to Rolan and then back to her book and then back to him again. She did not seem to notice - or perhaps did not care - that her erratic glances and lack of response were making him uncomfortable.

“Really?” she asked quietly, finally.

Rolan stood there in his now wine-splashed robe, feeling like an idiot, because he could think of nothing to say as she scribbled away. Perhaps he should have stopped at one glass of wine. Rolan swallowed and tried to clear his mind. He needed to excuse himself and steal away to a washroom, where perhaps he could coax the drops of wine from his robes before they stained, and then-

“I could have sworn you thought my name was… what was it?” Kesrin continued, her words indifferent and almost lazy. “Oh. ‘Tolerable.’” 

Fuck. 

Was his face on actual fire? For all the sudden heat, it could have been.

His mind clumsily raced for words - any words, Rolan, say literally any words, please, he begged himself -  but his tongue was gummy and fuzzy and none came.

Or rather, too many words came. Excuses, denials, all pushing up into his throat. He swallowed the crowd of sentences down. 

“I… didn’t mean that,” he offered finally, looking down into his empty cup. The loss of wine on the floor was sorely lamented; perhaps if any liquid was left he could have drowned himself in it. Rolan felt her gaze upon him. 

“Surely not,” she agreed lightly. The tone of her voice did not match her words. She did not believe him. And why would she? Kesrin knew nothing of him, save for his name. Their only interaction had been the run-of-the-mill introduction earlier in the evening and now this. 

Yes, he had made a right ass of himself. Wonderful.

Rolan dragged his eyes up, straightening his back and forcing himself to look at her. But Kesrin’s attention was back to her book and he realized from the large movements of the pencil that she was, in fact, not writing - she was drawing. 

“Are you in the habit of saying things you don’t mean, when you think you can’t be overheard?” she asked after a moment, both voice and expression carefully controlled. Her mouth was set, stubbornly determined to give nothing away.

Rolan stayed silent. The tips of his ears were even redder than his cheeks. There was no right answer to that question, so he would not offer one. 

“I think this is the part in the conversation where one would apologize,” she suggested, looking up at him finally. Their eyes met again, simmering amber to striking gray. He felt a shock run up his spine. The song that had been playing in the ballroom ended. 

“Yes. Yes, of course,” he said hurriedly, relieved that she seemed to be offering him a guiding hand back toward a less tense conversation. The help was probably based in pity now that she could see his defeated (and arguably slightly drunk) expression, but he would take it. “I am sorry. Truly-”

“Oh, that’s alright,” Kesrin interrupted with a dismissive shrug.

A page was torn out of her sketchbook with careful, nimble hands. Rolan could only watch. Her fingers, which had been neat and pristine mere hours ago when he had shaken her hand during their meeting, were now darkened by spots of what he assumed were pencil smudges. 

Her guarded face offered no indication of her true feelings and he could not rely on her unclear words to determine if she was angry or not. 

Rolan waited. The wine had burned off in his heated embarrassment and he found his agile mind was returning, somehow, driven by his sizzling adrenaline.

He would not be a mouse for her to toy with and he absolutely would not give her the satisfaction of continuing to see him squirm. Yes, he had made an ass of himself, but he was sorry, truthfully. She did not deserve to hear his unthinking words, certainly not, but had had already apologized once.

So he waited.

Waited for an insult, a demand that he be thrown from her family’s ballroom immediately, or something else entirely. 

The little sketchbook page was folded in half so that its contents were hidden and Kesrin stood, tucked her belongings under her arm, and approached. 

Gods help him, her unsettling eyes were upon him again and now that she was closer, he could see - see the challenge in her gaze that sparked, unyielding, fueled by irritation and anger and perhaps the tiniest tinge of reluctant hurt. All hope for an accepted apology was smashed in an instant, ground to nothingness by the steel in her expression. 

Wordlessly, she reached out. Judging by her sharp and narrowed gaze, Rolan was expecting a slap, perhaps, or a less extreme indignant poke to the shoulder accompanied by equally angry words.

She did neither. 

Kesrin instead pressed her hand against the center of his chest, holding the folded piece of paper firmly against his robes. Rolan silently cursed his breath, which had caught in his throat, for betraying him.

She held his gaze and he returned it, refusing to break eye contact. He would not bend, he would not give her the satisfaction of his yield.

After a long moment, her slender hand was pulled away and instinctively Rolan reached up, covering the folded paper with his own flattened palm so that it would not flutter to the ground. 

“Goodnight,” she said simply, with a mocking curtsy.

And then she was gone, ducking through the parted tapestries without so much as a look back.

For a few moments Rolan could only stand, dazed, goblet in one hand and the bit of parchment in the other. 

And then curiosity quickly got the better of him. 

The empty goblet was hurriedly set down on the little wrought iron table and he unfolded the page from her sketchbook with frenzied fingers.

What had she given him?

Amber eyes swept over the page. 

Slowly, his mouth folded into a frown.

Rolan squinted and the paper was examined again, tilted this way and that in the candlelight, to make sure his wine-fueled eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.

They were not.

He scowled.

The sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears, summoning him back from the irritation bubbling in his mind. Turning smartly on his heel to face the doorway, Rolan expected to see Kesrin - hoped to see her, even, because there was a choice set of words ready at the tip of his tongue that he wanted to free - but it was not her that entered the hidden balcony. 

“There you are, Rolan!” Cal said breathlessly, parting the tapestry curtains. Behind him, bright eyed and a little worried looking, was Lia, peering over his shoulder intently. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Were you planning on jumping off the balcony and making a mad dash back to the Tower? Don’t worry, we won’t really make you dance if you don’t want to,” Lia assured him after she noticed his face. “... Rolan? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” he spat in return, but regretted it almost instantly. They were not the reason for his anger. They did not deserve the venom in his tone. 

Mercifully, they both ignored his ire. 

“What’s that?” Cal asked, pointing to the parchment in Rolan’s hand.

His siblings did not wait for his answer and instead came around to stand next to him, one on either side, and together the trio all looked at the paper once more. 

It was a sketch. The one, he assumed, Kesrin had done while he stood there like an idiot with spilled wine on his chest and no words in his head. 

Kesrin had drawn him.

It was a little rough portrait from the chest up but to her credit, she had captured his likeness very well. It was all there: the curve of his horns, the span of his shoulders, his fingers wrapping around the stem of his goblet. It was a very flattering, rather regal depiction of him.

Or, rather, it would have been if not for one detail. 

At the bottom of the page, the sketch had been both titled and signed by the artist herself. 

ROLAN THE DICKHEAD by Kesrin Ralotumal

“Hey, look,” Lia said cheerfully, stabbing a pointed fingernail toward the sketch. “She remembered your name!”

[reds-skull]

Fanfic Recommendation: Multi-Chapter (Completed)

The comic I'm working on is taking... a long time (understatement of the year, been working on it since July 31st...) so I wanted to make another post like this

Like last time, there's no shared theme between these beside having multiple chapters and being completed (both SFW and NSFW)

As always please check the tags for CWs, and if a link doesn't work you're welcome to reach out!

Every Morning by sauceboss_yahoo - Ghost is back on base with the rest of the 141, ready to fall into his usual routine. Someone else, however, is itching to be a part of it and wants to peel back the curtain concealing him more than he already has, whether Ghost likes it or not.

Mask of my own face by Avidcatperson - Ghost takes great offence to the implication that he’s going to eat his cell mate, who is clearly sentient, with his bare hands. Soap is fairly sure he’s about to die. Chucked into a cell with a human? Pretty much a death sentence…hopefully Gaz can get out at least. [Space AU, multiple works in this series!]

bare my skin by Cristinuke - A study of moments as Ghost learns to trust Soap's touch.

Anomalous by Brigadier - Ghost, a SCP-056, finds a certain human worthy of his love, trust and adoration.

let these hills absolve me by flowersferns - When the news of three weeks’ forced leave reaches Ghost, he’s resigned himself to loneliness in an empty base. That is, until a certain Sergeant offers him an invitation he just can’t seem to refuse. Or: the sheep farming fic nobody asked for [this one hurts so bad but comforts so well]

Punch Drunk by Drolly - If you told Soap the second time he’d see Ghost’s face was in a shitty bar on a shittier block of Chicago… Well, he might have asked for a little more pomp and circumstance. At least then he’d have an excuse for the way he could hear his blood pumping faster in his ears and why he could feel it, hot and burning behind his eyes.

Simon's Gateway by wayfaredsoldier - When things get too rough on retired soldier Simon, his friends help him out and unknowingly provide him a gateway to something, or someone, beautiful. [veteran support hotline operator Soap]

A Bit Too Much by cod_dump - Soap always acts confidently, brave. Almost always has a smile on his face. But the fact is… He’s a bit too much. [locked for non-AO3 users]

Until The Nightfall by Mikhail - Upon realizing their friendship had grown into something deeper and more serious, Ghost is left torn between duty and longing. With each mission, Ghost is reminded of all the things he can't control, and it's becoming clear that this - whatever it is - he has with Soap, just might be one of them.

Philematology by ErlKönig (Herm_own_ninny) - Ghost kisses Soap while begrudgingly playing spin the bottle, and tries to repeat it with other party games.

stick up by amongthebooks - While off base, the 141 are unexpectedly caught up in a robbery. The raiders clock Soap, Gaz and Price as SAS operatives…but without his usual gear, Ghost was seen as just another guy. His team is rounded up, whilst he's treated as a civilian. Can Ghost take down the attackers and rescue his team without exposing his identity?

I Will by lemonwrap - After going missing on a mission, Soap has been gone for an entire year. Ghost finally rescues him, but he’s not quite the same.

The Worthy Vessel by MildLimerence - To take the edge off his maddening attraction to his aloof and inscrutable Lieutenant, Soap decides to try his luck with the local barflies off base. To prevent Soap from fucking anyone else but him, Ghost offers himself up under the guise of mutual stress relief. Soap thinks he’s just taking one for the team, but Ghost has just had everything he’s ever wanted fall right into his lap.

Damaged Goods by Red_Clegane - After an encounter at a club, Soap needs to know if he's actually into men… like into men. In a fit of desperation and homoerotic panic, he arranges a one night stand with a prostitute. It was just supposed to be a one off arrangement. But when Ghost shows up, it sets a series of events into motion that neither men could have predicted. [locked for non-AO3 users]

They Blame it on the Times by WildFlowerSolitude - "We were never anything. You need to get that through your head." Soap laughs hollowly into the empty corridor. I can live with that OR Ghost says some fucked up shit and Soap crumbles.

home is where the heart is by Anonymous - Soap vanishes from base one day. The Captain says its nothing to be concerned about. Ghost disagreed. [literally so so good]

Personal Affairs by sannikovs_bastard_son - Ghost got injured on a mission in Spain and was forced to take a temporary leave, leading to some buried feelings being brought to light, and Soap doesn't make his inner turmoil any easier by being the casual flirt he is.

Tug A Little Harder by puffyfish2006 - Ghost really really really likes Soap's long hair.

Burned and Broken, but Not Beaten by sick_of_sleep - Ghost ends up burning his hand pretty badly and Soap help his lieutenant while it heals. But Soap ends up helping Ghost in more ways than one.

Lofticries by Arodana - The mafia had always escaped John "Soap" MacTavish. No matter what evidence he found, it would disappear. For lack of words, it pissed him off. On top of that, he has to find a serial killer that has been evading the police and any efforts they've made for months. Soap finds himself stuck between his sense of justice when he is offered an opportunity to work with the one man that had been making his police career a living hell. Soap might just get what he wants.

Freely Given by Tatzelwurm - After the stress and danger of Los Almas and Chicago, Soap is finding it near impossible to let go and relax. He can’t sleep, jumping at shadows. Ghost wants to help him, dutiful lieutenant that he is. But Soap can’t bear to take any more from Ghost than he already has. At least, not without feeling exceedingly guilty about it.

Hold my hair up, Darlin (Ice packs on my neck) by JackiboysHorrorHouse - a fic where Soap's wisdom teeth end up having to be removed when he's in the 141, and ghost is the one who takes care of him during recovery!

Misplaced Jealousy by dyn42ty - Soap hinted that he had been crushing on someone within the base to Gaz. Overhearing the conversation, Ghost wonders who has Soap captivated. Not to mention it wasn't him? The more he thought about it, the more angry he had gotten.

lotus flower by exavibus - a new flower shop opens across the street from 141 Tattoo, in london's shoreditch district. one of the florists already seems to have something against him. the feeling's mutual.

Cry by kcisbroken - Ghost always leaves. After an intimate night together, Ghost picks up his things and doesn't look back, leaving Soap to sit in silence and ponder on whether or not it's worth breaking his heart over and over again.

i'm a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm by marviless - Soap spends three and a half days in Ghost's house after getting injured on a mission.

used to hide behind a mask by kj_crwn - What a pitiful thought; the scary hound of 141 force turned into a pliant mess by one simple man. “’Bout your scary mug,” Johnny clarifies, as expected. He leans down again and settles against Ghost’s chest, his head resting just beneath Ghost’s chin. “Yer a bloody gorgeous lad, Simon.” Except that Johnny is anything but simple.

We Are Ghost by Murmeloni - Instead of having to crawl out of his own grave, Simon escapes Roba's clutches with the help of Ghost. A klyntar stranded on earth who decided to make Simon his new home. The two of them were content with each other. Until they met Johnny.

Emergency Contact by soapsbeloved - John MacTavish is about as unlucky in love as you could get, never finding someone that would give him enough of a chance for a second date, resorting to sleeping around when he gets stood up. Simon, his best friend, seems to be the only person in the world willing to give Soap a chance, but the dumbass can’t see past the fact that Ghost isn’t very good at talking about things, and is completely and utterly oblivious to how Ghost feels about him.

dicentra by crown_twist - There's someone new joining the 141 and everyone is happy about it. So happy, in fact, that they don't seem to realize one of them is slowly slipping away. Johnny's only all too aware. [I reread this one so many times it's the ultimate hurt Soap fic]

and i wish i could change by SoftKing - Which meant he also noticed when Ghost frowned heavily and murmured, “Not really my thing.” “Oh,” Gaz said with his brows raised. “So you haven’t got one then.” He slapped Price on the shoulder and grinned. “I do.” Ghost interrupted, taking another long sip from his nearly empty glass. “Just think they’re rubbish.” [soulmates AU]

Night Has Always Pushed Up Day by Sillililli - Simon "Ghost" Riley is stuck in a shared hospital room, which has been fine up until then. He'd been alone, alone to fight the shame of having his face uncovered and having failed his team. But they bring someone into his space, a younger soldier, temporarily blind.

Domestic by Sillililli - Simon and John are coworkers. Both ex military, they relate in ways others can't. Soap is facing hard times at home and finds a safe place with Simon.

So Call Me Maybe? by cripplingchips - Ghost is trying to focus on the mission at hand when Soap starts getting a little… strange.

A Kiss For Luck by iamtheidiot - Soap and Ghost start playing gay chicken.

Mission: Cardsharp by nyxite - Soap (accidentally) gets a love reading from a fortune teller.

death is in the air (wish i could be brave) by aetherealmoss - Ghost gets injured severely and is sad and upset about it, until Soap appears at his doorstep and makes it better.

My frozen heart (would melt just for you) by Red_Clegane - After a mission goes wrong in Russia, Soap has to patch Ghost up... and keep him from freezing. Huddled together in a tiny cabin in the middle of the frozen tundra, something warm blossoms. [locked for non-AO3 users]

demolitions threat by amongthebooks - Home on leave, Soap has to instruct Ghost on how to disarm a bomb over the phone. The pair make a good team - but not every mission can end well. Ghost has dug himself out of his grave once already. Can he do it again?

i'm something else when i see you by oh_ellie - The first time Ghost had enough courage to plant his lips against Soap’s they’d both been drinking. They're fairly heavily intoxicated.

In the Middle of the Night by JDigital - “Go!” Came his Sergeant’s gruff exclamation as he threw his elbow into the Shadow’s face, an alarming amount of blood still soaking through his clothes. “Get out of here, go!” A few Shadows stopped their assault on Ghost’s cover to subdue their captive, and he was forced to watch as Soap was brought to his knees by a cruel strike of the stock of one of their rifles. “Ghost, move! Get out of here!”

Racing hearts season by Nuria123 - The F1 COD AU no one asked for SoapGhost style.

Through His Eyes by WhisperedWords12 - Ghost accidentally finds Soap’s sketchbook, is taken aback when he sees a familiar face looking back at him.

Peeping John. by A_BitOfStrange - When he considers it properly, the only person that would be either brave or stupid enough to go into Ghost's room while he’s away would be Johnny. The little fucking shit.

Surviving You by WhisperedWords12 - Ghost forced himself not to feel frustrated, had to admit to himself that Soap might be the most challenging sub he had ever had assigned into one of his units.

Yours Sincerely by LeoDoesGames - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish has been medically discharged following a mission gone wrong, which left him with severe agoraphobia and PTSD. He joins a programme which connects both active service members and veterans through the act of writing letters. Although things get off to a bad start, the connection he forms with his letter mate slowly becomes unbreakable. That is until he gets too close and strikes a nerve. [one of those fics that will not leave your brain for weeks]

Doing Time by MildLimerence - Soulmate AU: On leave from the 141, Soap lands himself in Strangeways prison, home to some of the worst criminals in the UK. When his soulmark activates on the inside, Soap must contend with Ghost, an infamous soulmate-hating killer who seems intent on haunting his every move.

Spiorad agus Corp by Oud_smoker420 - A bet is made between the notoriously reckless Soap and Alejandro to try and get their respective crushes and the most stoic and traumatized men of the 141 in their beds. It definitely has the potential to go so bad.

Smooth Sailing on Choppy Water by coderaven - Soap and Ghost are sent on a mission to the middle of American suburbia to protect a Russian journalist targeted by Makarov. Their cover is that they're newlyweds. And very much in love.

Bathe in Sunlight, Take Deep Breaths by coderaven - Ghost gets honorably discharged after taking a bullet to his shoulder that completely obliterates his rotator cuff and leaves him with nerve damage. He joins a gym to help with his recovery. He meets Soap, ray of sunshine personified, a trainer at the gym. He falls pathetically in love.

Learning Experience by AvaLoren - Soap is forced into a simulated interrogation with his Lieutenant and the information he learns about him isn't what he expected.

If tomorrow you don't open your eyes by Swiftwater_Prawn - Ghost loves Soap but is bad at feelings and gets stuck in a time loop. [multiple works in this series!]

Collecting Strays by WhisperedWords12 - Ghost didn't trust Soap, couldn't know for certain what a year and a half of forced fighting in the pits did to something as volatile as a Wolf. But Price insisted that the man may have valuable intel, might be enough to finally bring down the Fighting Ring where they'd found him.

Driving Myself Home by Aether_Ghoul - Gaz insisted that he was just the thing for Soap. Soap insisted that everyone had a "but" and for the life of him, Gaz wouldn't tell him what this Simon guys "but" was.

all that's said in the low light by headlocket - After a near-fatal injury, John MacTavish finds himself back in his hometown in Scotland. Fresh off an untimely discharge, he's forced to cope with disability, his dysfunctional family, and the lingering knowledge that there are some things he's just not ready to leave behind… [literally if you haven't read this yet what are you doing with your life]

Lay back and think of England by Aether_Ghoul - From the outside, Ghost is well adjusted. He seems like everything recruits and rookies could ever wish to be. Inwardly, he is falling apart. It is when Soap asks him to spend their leaves together, that he makes a decision that will haunt him. Do everything Johnny wants, needs or dreams of because if Ghost is useful, maybe Johnny will finally love him. [this is another one I keep going back to T_T]

Our Time Is Right Now by ChaoticEmeline - A serial killer is making their mark on the newly installed crime factions in London. Smart, savvy, and undetectable in a city covered in CCTV. The man operates…like a ghost. Captain John Price and his team aren't afraid to get their hands dirty and do a little ghost hunting. But what happens when the ghost starts hunting them back?

Spectre-Unit by Zosch - The Spectre-Unit was a task force shrouded in mystery, not much was known about them and it was a rare occasion to witness one of their members in action. Until the Task Force 141 gained a new addition; S-U: 25, John "Soap" MacTavish.

Velocity Of Envy by leathfaic - Soap has a friend with benefits back home in Glasgow and Ghost, Ghost doesn't have a problem with it of course. After all, Johnny is his sergeant and anything else would be unprofessional, wouldn't it?

Crystalline by Sillililli - Soap and Ghost end up captured at the same time and as much as they'd like to save each other, they can't let their captors know they could be used against each other. Easily. Simon concocts a plan to save them that he can't let Johnny in on, hoping the lie won't shatter what little is left of them when it's over.

[restricted-on-13th]

Here

[centipedetea]

their friendship makes my heart hurt

[seaquestions]

blake lets him keep it. this is a dire lapse in judgement on his part but they're just gonna have to live with it. (ids in alts)

[madaqueue]

i only cried once today after being yelled at/scolded for two hours straight!!!!! i would like my hug and pat on the head for being so good now please!!!!!!!

[magentagalaxies]

oh my god why are high-quality video files so massive it literally took me two entire days to download the wide-angle of my KITH rivoli interview and i only needed it to check the framing of this one three-second quote

[nerdcrawfish]

DEADLOCK?! Never heard of him...

[joshuamj]

Visiting my childhood friend for the first time in like 5+ years and oh my god their haunted nightmare house is also very lucky. Been hunting shiny Charcadet for hours at home but found TWO within THREE MINUTES of each other while here and i was only hunting for like half an hour 😭

[stabbyfoxandrew]

okay alright so.

i have the next three chapters of cosmic lost and found basically done sooo like when i get four done maybe i'll start posting them? like one chapter on sundays? and i think that might give me time to write the next four?

[gender-euphowrya]

looking back on some of the subtle ways my abusive friendships manifested like it really is just you getting assigned a specific role within the friend group against your will & without your knowledge and if you do even just one thing to stray from it you're fucked

[ame-to-ame]

love being nd and have the tism wolf Inside me be so drastically uncomfortable with uncertainty that i physically cannot think about school and having to deal w the unknown of that whole situation without losing 5lbs in 2 days

[xximperioxx]

Work Crush

Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x fem!reader

Word count: 3k (I blacked out)

Warnings: age gap (reader is in her 20s), cursing, nothing too spicy - my man just wants to kiss his girl, sex toy mentioned lmao

Notes: y’all this man has me in a chokehold. He may be a little ooc but idc. This is kind of set before the first episode. I literally don’t know any about social workers so please ignore. It’s been soooooo long since I’ve written something so please be gentle. Also when you read it you can totally tell I listened to I Can See You by Taylor Swift writing this.

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Being a social worker at the Pitt has been interesting to say the least. You never know what’s going to come through those doors. The days are long and the shifts are difficult but the people and families you’ve helped regardless of the situations have made it worth it.

You started as an intern a few years ago, working directly with Kiara. You’ve become a tight knit family in the Pitt in a short amount of time.

You obviously cared for some co-workers more than others. Kiara was like your mom in and out of hospital. Dana was your work mom, Langdon was like your annoying brother, Collins and McKay felt like older sisters. Robby was different.

At first it started as a silly work crush. Blushing every time he said your name. It had to be how he looks in scrubs. That’s what you told yourself anyways. That was until you both saw each other outside of work at a local coffee shop.

You walked into the coffee shop down the street from your apartment, half asleep even though it’s after 2pm on your day off. Lifting your sunglasses to the top of your head, you scan the restaurant. You take an earbud out and stare at the menu debating on trying something new.

You feel someone stand next to you. Not ready to order, you turn to the person, “Oh I’m not ready yet, you can…Robby?”

He looks down in surprise, almost not recognizing you in casual clothes. His eyes travel down to your leggings and an old band tee with your hair in a lazy ponytail. You wanted to cringe, immediately regretting the lazy outfit.

He gives you a smile, “Fancy seeing you here.”

Your cheeks warm from his smile. “Just needed an afternoon pick me up.. well technically morning.”

He lets out a chuckle, “Just woke up too? I think I rolled out of bed like an hour ago.” Lies. He barely slept.

You nod with a smile, noting the lie you can see in his eyes. He feels like you see right through him.

He looks down at you, “Do you come here often?”

You purse your lips, not trying to laugh, “Was that supposed to be a pick up line?”

Robby feels himself grow red. He didn’t mean it like that. At least he thought. He opens his mouth to respond but the barista interrupts him. “Dr. Robby! You want your usual?”

Robby slowly nods in response and takes a step towards the register. You let your eyes finally take him in. Off shift Robby. He was wearing sweats and a hoodie. God he’s hot in regular clothes too. You find yourself thinking he looks a little too good in sweatpants. Get a hold of yourself.

Robby clears his throat. You’re caught red handed. Your eyes meet his. “Let me buy your coffee.”

“You really don’t need to do that.” You stutter out embarrassed. Is he being nice or flirting?

He gives you a look. “Too late. Order.” He motions you over, “C’mon, before I change my mind.”

“Yes, Sir,” you mumble before taking a step towards the barista with a smile. You can feel Robby’s eyes on you. His mind is racing with a million thoughts. He hopes you can’t hear his heart beating out his chest.

As you’re ordering, Robby pulls out his wallet. His eyes can’t help but wander over your ass. He catches himself and pulls himself back when he hears the barista’s voice. He feels like a dirty old man. He meets the eyes of the employee already looking at him. The barista repeats the amount due. Robby quickly hands the cash over.

You both walk to a table. “Thank you for the coffee. I really appreciate it.”

The smile he gives you almost weakens your knees.

“Anything for my favorite social worker.”

You let out a laugh, “Yeah, when Kiara’s not at work. She’s the best. ”

He shakes his head, “Give yourself some credit, kid.” You feel yourself deflate at the name but shake it off. “You’re fantastic at your job.”

“Says you, Dr. Robinavitch.” He makes a face at the praise and shakes his head.

It’s quiet between the two of you. You can see him thinking. Taking a sip of your coffee, you joke quietly, “One of these days, Michael.” His brown eyes meet yours with furrowed eyebrows in response, “You’ll tell me what’s going on in that brain of yours.”

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After the coffee shop, you found yourself watching how he carried himself around patients, around his coworkers, those he thought of as friends, and you. How he cares more about others than himself. The way he smirks when jokes around, the way he smiles when he sees his residents working hard. Your heart begins to beat faster whenever he catches your eye.

You began to feel Robby’s eyes on you more. The lingering touches when he brushes past you to get to another patient. The two of you ignoring what you’re both feeling.

Langdon even noticed the tension. He thinks it’s funny to gag whenever he catches you two looking at each other. It normally ends in a hard shove and a wince.

You don’t realize you’re spacing out in front of the computer until Collins repeats your name for the third time and McKay is snapping her fingers in your face. You blink a few times before looking at her. “Sorry, I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Collins hums, “Any particular reason?”

You shrug and take a sip of your coffee. “I guess I have a lot on my mind recently.”

McKay frowns at you, “Are you taking your medication? You really…”

You stop listening to her as you see Robby walk through the door. His eyes find yours and gives you a smile with tired eyes.

McKay stops talking, following your eyes. She scoffs as Collins and Mohan both snicker.

“How does that song go?” Mohan begins to sing, “‘Daddy’s home, home for meee.”

Collins lets out a loud laugh before joining, “You know your daddy’s home. It’s time to playyyy”

“You guys are mean.” “It’s too early for this” You and McKay say at the same time.

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It had only been about two hours into the shift and you had already talked to families about tough situations. A miscarriage, death, postpartum mental health, addiction. You had lost count already.

Sighing as the low battery message popped up on the tablet you were using, you walked over to the desk to get a new one. Langdon, Mateo, and Mohan were deep in conversation about a patient you assume.

“Listen, all I’m saying is, the majority of the people who use toys like that aren’t getting laid.” Langdon said as if it proved a point.

You turn to the trio in shock, “What the fuck did I just walk in to?”

Mohan greeted you with a smile, “Patient‘s penis got stuck in one of those hands free strokers.”

You blanched at the thought. “That’s rough.”

Mateo nods in response before joking, “It was a sticky situation.”

A snort escapes you, Mohan stifles a giggle, and Langdon groans at the bad joke.

“Alright tea party’s over.” Robby interrupts the group, “Gloria is already up my ass today. I don’t need her seeing this.”

The doctors go in separate directions, each going to check on patients. Robby sits down at a computer with a sigh. He puts his readers on. You glance at him with a smirk as you work on paperwork for a recent patient, “Is today the day?”

He lets out a snarky laugh, “To talk about my feelings? In your dreams.”

“You always are, Dr. Robinavitch. You wouldn’t believe half the things I dream about,” You cheekily respond. He shakes his head at you. A real laugh escapes him.

Kiara comes up to you with a smile and you greet her. She looks between you and Robby. Noting the smiles on your faces. “What’d I miss?”

You hear McKay call you over to a patient. Picking up a new tablet you begin to walk away. You turn your head and joke, “Dr. Robby just mentioned to me he was finally interested in talking to you about what’s going on in that brain of his!”

Kiara looks at Robby with a hopeful smile, “Really?”

“No.”

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Later in the day, you found yourself at the counter again working on a patient file. Langdon noticed you and looked away from Dr. Robby, “What about you, (Y/N), what’s your take on dogs and kids?”

Glancing up from your tablet, “I’m actually more of a cat person myself. Had one growing up and I have one now.” You answer with a shrug.

Langdon scoffed, “You’re basically an old cat lady.”

You send a glare his way.

“You have a cat and haven’t gotten laid in like a year.”

Your face turns red in embarrassment. You confessed to Langdon that it’s been over a year since you’ve had sex when you went out drinking with him and his girlfriend not too long ago. You could almost hear the way the couple let out a sad oh in response now. Could this get anymore embarrassing?

Thankfully you don’t notice Dr. Robby’s eyes widened after hearing Langdon. Surely a young woman like yourself didn’t spend most nights alone. He finds you attractive, he wouldn’t deny that. He remembers hearing you mention Leo a few times in passing. Does this mean you don’t have a boyfriend? He shakes his head, ignoring his thoughts. He could be your dad for Christ’s sake.

“And you’re a swiftie.” Dana added.

You gape at her. “How did you even know that?”

The charge nurse chuckled, “I saw you crying in your car at All Too Well a couple months ago. The 10 minute version if I recall.”

The two doctors raise their eyebrows at Dana, surprised to know her knowledge of the song.

Robby slides his glasses down to look at the charge nurse with a smirk, “Kinda sounds like you’re a swiftie, Dana.”

Your eyes find his and you try not to smile at his way to try to change the conversation. Robby’s smirk turns into a soft smile at you. Langdon looks between the two of you and keeps his mouth shut this time.

She puts her hands up in defense, “Blame my daughters.”

“They have great taste!” You defend her daughters. Ignoring the urge to cringe knowing Dana had caught you crying over a silly guy who broke your heart.

Langdon turned his attention back to you. Pointing his pen at you, he smirks, “Officially an old cat lady…just in a 20 something year old’s body.”

Dana puts her hand on your arm, “Sweetie, you’re too young to turn into a cat lady. You can’t be spending your nights off with your cat.” she says with a light laugh.

“For your information, Leo is great company.”

Robby looks up from the computer, “Leo’s your cat?” Langdon and Dana let out a laugh at his comment.

You pick up your tablet with an eye roll. You mumble, “You guys suck.” You begin walking away before you look back, “You guys remember this next time you need me for a patient!”

Robby found himself standing up and following you. As he got closer to you he began to regret his decision. He shoves his hands in the pockets of his hoodie with a sigh.

Now in step with you, his elbow bumps your shoulder.

“That last part didn’t include me, right? Because I-..” A laugh from you interrupts him. He lets out a chuckle too.

“No Robby, I’m all yours.” You stop, eyes wide after realizing what you said. “I mean like - you don’t suck,” Robby’s grin grows causing you to turn red. “..I’m going to stop talking now.”

“Oh no, please keep going.” He teases.

You try to joke, “Is this karma for earlier?”

Your smiles wipe off you when you see Gloria standing with an unimpressed look on her face. She’s looking at Robby. You slowly turn to look at him, placing your hand on his bicep. You purse your lips and lie, “I’ll um… go talk to that patient in 103 that you mentioned,” you lean in whispering, “Good luck.”

He gives you a tight lipped smile.

Collins stops you on your way to speak to one of her patients about counseling. You walk into the patient's room with a calming smile.

As you’re discussing what services will be covered by their insurance, you get interrupted by Robby’s annoyed voice yelling, “I can only tell you so many times that this wouldn’t be happening if you hired more help! It’s fucking ridiculous. We are doing all we can down here while upstairs is empty.”

Your eyes widen and your patient lets out a laugh. You apologize for the language before casually peeking out the door to see what happened. You only see an irked Gloria and a group of nurses and doctors looking at each other awkwardly. No Robby to be seen.

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After finishing up your conversation with the patient you excuse yourself. Dana looks up from the computer to see you at the desk signing some paperwork.

“You talk to Robby?” She questions.

You meet her gaze and shake your head. She sighs and you look around the room, still not seeing him. “I was going to ask you that. Where did he disappear to?” You get a shrug in response. Nodding, you put away your tablet and decide to look for the stressed doctor.

You end up finding Robby leaning up against the wall in a quiet hallway. His head against the wall with his eyes closed. You watch him for a minute, debating if you should leave him alone.

You decide to join him. Leaning on the wall, your arms brush. It’s quiet.

You rest your head back and close your eyes as you enjoy the moment of peace.

Robby’s voice fills the air, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

You hum, “I know.”

He turns his head to look at you. Feeling his stare, you peek at him with one eye. You can’t decipher the look he’s giving you. “Stop looking at me like that.”

He lets out a chuckle and turns away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You laugh.

The two of you stand in comfortable silence. The loud noise from down the hall drowns out the loudness of your beating hearts.

“Does it bother you that I’m twice your age?”

The question takes you by surprise. This time you turn your head to look at him.

“I find it sexy.” You tease and he lets out a huffed laugh.

It's quiet again. You sigh, “No, it doesn’t bother me. It never did,” you pause almost hesitant, “Does it bother you that I’m young?”

Robby let’s out a tired sigh, “It would be a whole lot fucking easier if it did but it doesn’t.” He runs his hands over his face. “Everything would be a lot easier if I didn’t feel this way about you.”

You nudge his shoulder. You push yourself off the wall and face him, “Tell me about it. I’ve had the hots for you since I started here,” you begin to take a step backward to create some space and laugh, “I tried to convince myself it was purely a work crush and next then I knew is - you’re all I could think about. Day and night.”

Robby reaches for your waist and pulls you in close.Your hands rest on his chest.“Remember when you blushed every time I said your name?” You roll your eyes, “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

He turns serious again, “You take one look at me and I feel like you see right through me and it’s fucking scary. Yet every time you smile at me I suddenly feel like a teenager again.” His thumbs grazing your hips he holds you and jokes, “More like a dirty old perv actually.”

You scrunch your face, “We all have our quirks. Me with my attraction to sexy older men and being a cat lady - ”

“You’re ridiculous,” He cuts you off with a shake of his head and a smirk. “And one sexy cat lady.”

You let out a giggle.

The two of you look into each other's eyes. Robby’s eyes occasionally glancing down at your lips. His head dips down and you lift head up to meet his lips. Your lips brush against each other and you mumble, “Michael, if don’t you don’t kiss me soon I think I might pass away.”

You feel the rumble of his chest as he chuckles, “Always so dramatic.” His lips finally meet yours for a slow, gentle kiss.

You eagerly kiss him back. His hands trail up your body and cup your face, kissing you harder. You both deepen the kiss and find yourself unzipping his sweatshirt and taking it off him. He pulls his hands away from your face for a second to help take it off, your lips never parting. It falls to the ground. Your hands travel up his biceps and back to his chest. After a few seconds, you both pull away with cheesy smiles on your faces, breathless. His hands fall back to your waist and gives you a squeeze.

Your hands wrap around his neck, “That was really nice.”

He lets out a snicker before pulling you into another passionate kiss. His lips begin to travel to your jaw and down your neck. You let out a breathy sigh, “This is even better.”

Your breath hitches as he begins to suck at your neck. This couldn’t keep going farther. It'll only be a matter of time before someone catches the two of you. You let out a moan, “You've had me hot and bothered since you told Gloria off.” He groans before he nips at your shoulder in response and pinches your sides.

You squeak, “And as much as I would love to jump your old man bones right now,” another pinch, “We should really get back before she comes looking for you.” You gently pull his face back up to yours.

He nods. “You’re right.” The look in his brown eyes says otherwise. He shrugs with a teasing smile, “Maybe just one more.”

You roll your eyes before pulling him into another kiss.

It was only a matter of time until Dana found the two of you, “Hey! We don’t have time for this! Get your asses back to work.”

You jump away from each other embarrassed, blushing like two teenagers who got caught by their parent.

[femreader]

♪⋆.✮ ┆OP81 .ᐟ lost & found

pt. ii

🎧ྀི : summary: reader has a shitty friendgroup. But it does lure in a driver.

🎧ྀི : genre: some angst, comfort & fluff

🎧ྀི : pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

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friend1: lock the guys. Girls are out 🙂‍↕️🤭

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friend2: yessss hotties as always 🙂‍↕️🤝🏼

friend1: you’d know babes

friend3: i swear we only have hot people on our roster. Love youuuu

friend1: stopppppp 😭😭❤️

yourusername: pretties ❤️ it was lots of fun!

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user1: omg im so jealous of this girl

user2: stay unproblematic

user3: is she rich or..?

user4: i think they all are someway??? Like few of their dads and own companies?

User5: Their dads are co-founders of that one big security company!

user6: god has favorites 😭

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friend2: drinks = drank, outfits = slayed, food = ate

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Yourusername: i have the prettiest friends 🥹

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user1: omg blonde moment

user2: blonde trio I love it, where do you get it done?

friend1: that’s a secret 🤭

friend3: kisses!

friend2: and hugs!

friend1: i swear im jealous of your tan give it here

friend2: teehee no 😇

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friend3: challenge: how many outfit changes girlies need?

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friend1: it was only three okay!!

friend1: literal angel on earth

friend3: no, you 🫵🏼

friend2: giving unproblematic princess vibes ✨

friend3: alwayssss 💋

yourusername: mhm pretty as always 🙂‍↕️

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yourusername: next time tell me we’re doing an outfit change tho😭

User1: oh are these the friend group who are everywhere on tiktok?

User2: yeah atleast in the France area! They do grwm’s and stuff together.

user3: so they’re a trio?

user2: no there’s @ yourusername aka the token brunette of the gang 🫶🏻

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user3: why isnt she in their pics 😢??

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Yourusername: summer vibes ☀️

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User1: unpopular take: @ yourusername is my favorite from the Quartet ™️🙂‍↕️

User2: the way she posted them all but they didnt have her anywhere???

User3: could be they just didnt take lot of pictures

User4: where are the blondes in the comments??! C’mon she’s so pretty wth 😭

User5: omg where’s the outfit from??

Yourusername: I’ve thrifted them but I can try and see if I find any lapels! 🫶🏻

Yourusername: The dress is H&M but the straps are apparently self-made :)

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User6: greeks made statues of you

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Yourusername: cooking classes 🙂‍↕️🫶🏻

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User1: is that a man 👀

User2: so THIS is why she wasnt on the day vlog the quartet posted on tiktok

User3: omg she’s on a date I’m calling it!!!

User4: prettyyy the brown hair really suits you

User5: and no friends commenting?

User6: what did you make?

Yourusername: vodka pasta. Tried to atleast we didnt like it so we ordered in 😭😂

User6: lmao I feel you, i tried it after one of the hadid sisters made it and I couldnt finish after one bite 😭

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Friend2: hoes before bros 🫶🏻

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friend1: we are so prettyyyy

friend2: prettiest trio

friend1: yup

friend3: im so jealous of everyone who gets to see that face everyday

Friend2: come over so you can

friend1: im coming with!!!

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yourusername: me three 🫶🏻

User1: everyday i wake up—

User2: are any of them single 👀

User3: ”hoes before bros” right after @ yourusername posts something with a guy (for once might I add)

User4: ikr they seem a little… iffy User5: AND "prettiest trio"???

Yourusername: Hopefully you guys had fun! Sorry I couldnt make it 😢

User6: And she’s… ignored?

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Yourusername: knight in a shining armor of a t-shirtand a fancy car <3

Friend1: you didnt come?

Friend2: who is it? The same guy?

Friend3: cool ig

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OscarPiastri: monaco cruise 🤝🏼

lando: oooooh this is why i was ditched ☹️

OscarPiastri: we’re coming over you absolute child

OscarPiastri: just be cool okay her friendgroup sucks

lando: based on her texts I saw she’s an angel and I’ll try not to throw hands at some petty bitches

OscarPiastri: you read my texts?

lando: …no…

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TMZ: F1 driver Oscar Piastri was seen getting cosy with someone at the Monaco centre few days ago! The Mclaren driver and current leader of the Formula One driver's championships was reportedly spending time with an unknown face buying flowers. Sources says the couple looked rather cosy together holding hands and laughing at their own whispered jokes. Could this be the start of a new lovestory? Let's see if a new WAG hits the streets on the upcoming race weekend in Monaco 👀

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user1: nooo tmz got our low-profile pookie

user2: omg new wag ?? maybe?? who is sheee?

user3: maybe a sibling? he has those?

user4: babes it's not his sisters, they're in Australia and one does not hold their sisters like that

user5: omg does anyone know those girls from tiktok? the one whose dad's own like the security company

User6: go look at @ yourusername's post month ago!! she was cooking with someone User7: AND one time she got a instagram story, something about a fancy car and a guy User6: HOLY SHIT YEAH i got a ss of it!

User8: okay so the sweet angel of the group of regina george's bagged an f1 driver? I'm not a petty bitch but karmaaaa

User9: criminals are lucky these fangirls are just that and not detectives

friend1: we'd know if it was our girlieee, everyone calm down lol

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Yourusername: how does dating work, first time doing this, kinda nervous 😭❤️

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User1: shut up shut up EVERYONE SHUT UP

User2: I'm new to her someone give me a summary pls

User3: okay so her dad is co-founder of the biggest security company worldwide, she is (was???) friends with the other founders daughters and they did tiktoks under "qvartet tm" but for a long time it kinda looked like she was fourth wheeling everything :((

User4: I CAN PROUDLY SAY I ALWAYS ROOTED FOR HER NONEXTENTIAL LOVE LIFE

Yourusername: i dunno if I should say thanks 😭

User4: no no im so happy you found someone really <3 User5: not just someone she bagged a baddie!

User6: the brunette of the qvartet has grown uppp i cant i remember them always joking she’d never date

User7: tbh it was always the others saying that, i never really liked it :/

Friend1: Congrats girl!!! You look glowing!

Friend2: Let’s go get drinks for this <3 pretty girl

Friend3: couple goals omg

User8: okay not them CRAWLING to her after being the shittiest friends ever

User9: yeah this is like the first time they’ve ever commented on her photos

User10: let's not bring the mood down people and let's just say she looks amazing in loveeeee

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OscarPiastri: I dunno I think I need some more material of the smile of yours. For scientific purposes.

Yourusername: come over then <3

User11: sir piastri i am sorry i did not realize you have rizz

lando: he thought about that for like 10 minutes

lando: but you guys look great

yourusername: ty :)

HattiePiastri: here are some thoughts and prayers. You'll need them :)

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author -> this got so long so suddenly 😭

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𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Meeting the lads men for the first time as a non-Mc Reader (part two here and series master list here)

ft: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb.

wc: 2523 (aprox 500 for each)

warnings: slightly graphic in Zayne's section (surgery), possible inaccurate depictions of motorcycles and piloting.

notes: first ever lads fic and first ever fic on tumblr. Idk if the guys will be ooc cause I don't fully know how to write them yet but you've got to start somewhere lmao!

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

Xavier needed to shed his mask and all the human lies behind it, and there was only one place he could do that: at Jeremiah's florist shop. Xavier knew the place like the back of his hand, and his friend always welcomed him with that familiar smile, a quiet comfort in his presence. Their bond had tightened over time; Xavier felt that in his bones, their friendship forged by duty and shared isolation.

And yet, as he stepped into the florist, he felt as if he'd never seen his friend's shop before. There was something more vivid about the plants, he realised, leaves were tangled together, petals blooming wildly, exposing bold and beautiful colours. The air was thick with the sweetness of flowers, and it through Xavier through a loop. He furrowed his brows.

Then, he heard the humming.

You appeared from around the corner, oblivious to his presence as you caressed the lilies. He watched as they lifted from their drooped posture into a bright and proud stance. Then, you moved to the roses next to them, and he watched as the brown-tinged petals flushed with a pink hue. A rustle came from above. He leaned forward, tilting his head curiously, foot scuffing the floor loudly.

You lurched backwards at the sound, and a vine hanging from the rafters of the ceiling swung downwards, catching you firmly by the arm.

You stared at Xavier.

His eyes flickered to the plant wrapped tightly around your limb, the end of the vine twitching agitatedly like a cat's tail. You followed his gaze and laughed, putting the vine softly, "Thank you."

The vine swayed softly and rose back up to its resting place.

"...Sorry," Xavier murmured awkwardly. He couldn't find himself to fully meet the gentleness of your expression.

"Don't worry about it," You smiled softly, following his eyes up to the vine. "Ah, my evol lets me manipulate plants. Sometimes they like to get minds of their own, though."

Recognition flashed through Xavier, sudden and bright. He nodded thoughtfully, "I understand." The light he commanded certainly liked to play by its own rules, after all.

"You're an evolver, too?" You inquired curiously, wiping your hands on your apron, trying to rid yourself of green marks and pollen on your hands.

"Yes," Xavier responded, ignoring the pulse in his heart as he watched you tilt your head slightly, "I manipulate light."

You clapped your hands, grinning, "Plants and light, we make the perfect match!"

"I..." Xavier's words lingered on his tongue.

Your cheeks flushed, "Oh! I, um, I didn- not like that- um-"

"Why the hell are the Peonies so clingy?!" A familiar voice yelled.

Both of you snapped your heads to find Jeremiah stumble into the room with a grunt, dragging two pots of brightly coloured peonies with him, some of their stems and roots wrapped around his body, coiled tightly.

You laughed loudly and moved to help. Xavier caught your eye and couldn't stop himself from cracking a smile.

He swore, the second you left, he was going to interrogate Jeremiah to find out as much about you as he could.

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

Sylus liked joyrides. Racing through the labyrinthine streets of the N109 Zone on his bike until everything was a blur was a favourite pastime of his, especially when fools tried to test his patience. 

His jacket clung to his skin as the wind whistled widely against his body as he increased his speed, listening to the rev of his engine, grinning beneath his helmet. Splitting through traffic was as easy as breathing; the honks of horns only made him laugh as he zoomed by. These streets were his, built from the blood and bones of his enemies and he'd be damned if he didn't enjoy them.

The roar of a loud, purring engine echoed by his side. He looked through his side mirror. Rapidly gaining on him was another motorcycle and its rider. Black leather seemed to glow against the street lights as the rider edged closer and closer, the vibrant pink accents on the bike burning like sunrise. What caught his attention, though, was the helmet, as dark and unreadable as the night, with two points sticking out of the top. 

Sylus laughed, someone wearing a helmet with cat ears.

You were side by side before he could let out another breath. From behind your visor, you looked at him, and he looked back. Seconds passed as you raced through the streets, neither of you fully looking at the road. Sylus hummed, something flaring in his chest.

He clenched his handles and slammed his foot down on the accelerator.

He could almost hear you laugh.

Gone was the irritation built by endless meetings and arrogant idiots, replaced by competitive fire that burned in his heart.  Sylus found himself grinning wildly as you challenged him, your bikes neck and neck as you left behind blaring cars. The wind rushed against him as you reared around a corner, knee so close to touching the tarmac, his heart leapt in his chest. He had no time to think as you flew through narrowing roads with drunken buildings leaning closer and closer together.

Sylus had many close calls on his bike, from crashes and bullets alike, but as you darted around a corner, he'd never slammed on his brakes harder. The two of you skidded sharply before a large stone wall that lurched toward the black sky. 

A beat of silence.

He stared at you.

You stared back. Then, with gloved hands, you pulled your visor up. Chaos, is all he thought as he studied the only part of your face he could see, your eyes, falling deep into the coy glimmer in them. 

Your chest rose and fell in a breathless laugh, "You lost."

"To what rules?" He hummed, heart heaving, pulling off his helmet entirely to match your gaze with his crimson one.

"Since when did the N109 Zone have rules?" You mused.

You didn't give him time to answer before you flicked your visor back down and revved your bike, speeding into the night. 

Sylus chuckled. He'd finally found an interesting puzzle to pick apart.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

Rafayel had no inspiration. Most of his new canvases were still white, some full of awful colour and thrown into the corner to rot. Thomas kept hounding him about deadlines, and he felt like he was in chains. So, he did what he always did when the world got too loud: he went to sea. Rafayel's bare feet sank into the sand of the beach as he drew closer and closer to the waves that welcomed him.

Then, he heard the wild, frantic cries of a seagull. Probably hungry, maybe he could entertain himself and make an encore to his first seagull symphony. The sea sang to him as he rounded the corner, pulling himself around rocks still wet from high tide. Rafayel sighed as the wind brushed against his skin like a kiss, and he turned his head towards the cries, finding you there. 

Flapping its wings erratically, the seagull thrashed in your hold, but you didn't flinch, your attention laser-focused on removing the netting that had been caught around the poor creature's neck. Rafayel clenched his jaw; he'd almost forgotten how infectious humans were.

A squeal left the seagull as you finally released it from your arms, watching as it flung itself towards the blue sky, a mirror of the sea it caressed at the horizon. You smiled contentedly.

Rafayel tilted his head. "Animal activist?"

You turned, bright eyes glowing as you shook your head, "Marine biologist."

"So you spend all your time with fish," He hummed.

"I do," You laughed, "And you? What do you spend all your time with?"

"Paint. I'm a painter. Of the ocean, mostly," Rafayel answered, the words spilling from his lips like a waterfall, he rushed to catch them, but they were already flowing out of his reach. He waited for the questions, the comparisons, the shift in attitude, but all he got was a quiet smile.

You weren't looking at him but at the sea, "I don't blame you. If I had any artistic talent, I'd devote all my time to understanding something as complex as the ocean."

Something in his chest fluttered. "Complex?"

"Yeah. The sea is as brutal as it is beautiful. It's home to so much life, I mean, it is the place where life on this planet first started. It's also home to death and destruction. It's wild and untamable, but it's also full of love," You breathed, almost whispering as the wind tickled your hair.

Rafayel's mouth went dry. He stared at you, sitting on the sand like you never wanted to leave, and something in his body pulsed with vibrancy. He looked towards the ocean, his home, and felt like he was seeing it again for the first time.

He said nothing to you as he turned on his heel and marched back to his villa. There was canvas waiting to be painted, with the colours of the sea and the shade of your eyes in the sunlight.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

His uniform was burning against his skin, forcing him to suffer beneath the sun as he stood with other officials of the Farspace Fleet. Caleb would have much rather been in his ship, in the Deepspace tunnel, actually doing something useful. He'd much rather that than standing in the stands waiting for the seniors of the Aerospace Academy to complete their exams and compete for the Fleet's attention. Citizens looked at him and whispered behind their hands, muttering about the mysterious new Colonel.

He gritted his teeth, glad for the sunglasses he wore, lest everyone see the foul look in his eyes. He tapped his foot impatiently as he stared out toward the open sky, full of clouds, barely registering the obstacle course before him. He remembered doing something similar.

 "You aren't going to search out new talent, Colonel?"

Caleb glanced at the Major to his side, "What talent? The Academy barely produces good cargo pilots."

"Such a scathing criticism!" Brigadier General Nix laughed as he approached with one of his Captains, "But not entirely unfounded, I suppose. Did you hear ab-"

"Look!"

They turned. 

And there they were, spaceships zooming across the sky, jolting with the eagerness for victory. Amongst the janky movements through the obstacles, one of the Aerospace Academy's ships was being handled with an iron fist. Each turn was tight as the ship jerked through the course, the engine roaring fiercely. 

Caleb leaned forward.

He almost laughed when the ship barrel rolled through a hoop. Just who was pulling tricks during their exam?  Who had enough skill? His eyes stayed trained on the vehicle as they darted past ship after ship, pulling into first place like it was the easiest thing in the world. 

Every ship landed within a few minutes, but Caleb's focus remained only on one, the first one. He hadn't felt anything this strongly for a long time. His gloved hands gripped the railing as he watched on with rapt interest as students slowly crept out of their shuttles, sheepishly peering up at their spectators.

All except one.

Each step of yours was assured as you made your way to the front of the crowd. Caleb pulled off his sunglasses. The pilot of the ship he'd been invested in. The best pilot he'd seen, aside from him, of course. The Academy's uniform suited you, and Caleb wondered what you'd look like in the Fleet's one instead.

You peered upwards.

The smirk on your lips made his heart stutter. You locked eyes with him, unafraid as you called out, "Look at the top score on the exam results and you'll find my name next to it!" 

Caleb grinned, "You think?"

"I know," You laughed as you waved coyly, only to walk away right after. The others followed you like sheep as you strode towards your future with the surest steps he'd ever seen.

Caleb watched you until he couldn't see you anymore. He loosened his tie. Then, he turned to his fellow soldiers, "When does the Academy release the results to us?"

He was going to get a new pilot, after all. And he couldn't wait to find out how well your talent competed with his.

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

Sunset was smothered in grey clouds as Zayne sat on a bench, listening to the world around him. He felt like the bubble he was in had popped the moment he'd finished his surgery and stepped out of the operating room. The bench was cold, even to him, but he didn't bother to move; he wanted a few moments to himself, needed them really. 

In the early hours of the morning, a call came from another institution, pleading for Zanye and his team to do an emergency transplant on an eight-year-old boy who finally had a chance to get a strong heart to replace his failing one. He'd gone without hesitation, spent hours in that sterile room, carrying the weight of a child's life on his shoulders, and now he was as exasperated as he was proud. 

His chest heaved as he pulled off his glasses, shutting his eyes a she listened to the life around him, the birds, the people, the cars, all so loud compared to the mechanical beeping of monitors and the squelch of blood as he used his scalp to cut through the boy's skin. He clenched his eyes closed, trying to will himself to shed the sergeon that had frozen the civilian in him.

Footsteps approached.

He sighed and pulled his glasses back on.

"Doctor Li?" 

He looked to his side and saw you standing there, familiar white coat draped over your shoulders as you smiled down at him. He studied your features and noted he faint shadows beneath your eyes, as tired as he was.

"Yes? Is everything all right?" He murmured. Had something gone wrong after the surgery?

"Yes!" You smiled, "I just wanted to say thank you."

Zayne furrowed his brows. "For what?"

"For doing Cody's heart transplant. I've been his Doctor since he was six. It's been such a long journey for him, I almost couldn't breathe when I got the call about a donor." Your gaze burned with warmth. "And now, thanks to you, he can finally do all the things on his bucket list. Play basketball, go see movies with his siblings, life outside of white walls and appointments."

"I was just doing my job like any Doctor," Zayne spoke softly.

You nodded, "I know. Doesn't mean the operation was any less difficult."

He didn't know how to answer that.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a lollipop with a shiny red wrapper. "Here. Something to help you feel real again."

"To help me feel real again?" He inquired, hesitantly taking the sweet you'd given, unable to deny his desire for something sugary, something to take away the chemical taste in his mouth.

You hummed, "Yeah. In our profession, we can't always be people, we can't flinch when we see blood, we can't show disgust, we can't show worry. Sometimes we just sort of...shut off a bit, like we're on autopilot. At least...that's what I think."

Zayne couldn't verbalise how much he understood. Something in his chest softened.

You sent him a bright smile, "Anyway! See ya!"

He watched as you disappeared back into the hospital with a smile. He'd have to ask someone for your name.

Professional curiosity, he told himself as he unwrapped the sweet, grinning when he tasted cherry on his tongue.

[nekonaps0]

Mixed text pt1

✦part2 part3 part4

✦fem!reader

✦characters: third years

✦You meant to send your very spicy little message to your boyfriend. But you didn’t just text him. You accidentally dropped it into the dorm group chat…

Trey Clover

Your text:

“If I sit on your lap again tonight, are you going to finally do something about it, or just pretend to focus on baking?”

Group chat chaos:

Cater: “OKAYYY HELLOOOO?!? 💀💦”

Riddle: “YOU DID WHAT IN THE KITCHEN?!?!”

Ace: “Didn’t need to know this. Deleting my eyes.”

Deuce: “…”

Trey was in the middle of slicing strawberries when the notification hit. He froze. Knife still in hand. His entire soul left his body as his glasses fogged.

“...She didn’t…”

Poor man’s face went cherry red. He immediately DM’d you:

“You sent that to the dorm group chat… sweetheart.”


“Riddle’s having a breakdown.”


“Ace threatened to move out.”

When he finally sees you, he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re lucky I like you so much… but if you’re going to make me this flustered, at least do it privately next time.”

He’s a blushing mess—but the next time you sit on his lap? He’s not pretending anymore.

Cater Diamond

Your text:

“Thinking about you pulling my hair last night… Maybe tonight I’ll return the favor ”

Group chat chaos:

Trey: “Cater...”

Riddle: “I’m blocking both of you.”

Ace: “I need to bleach my brain.”

Deuce: “I dont get it and I don’t think I wanna…”

Cater read the message and screamed. Like, full-on squawked in his dorm room and nearly threw his phone.

“YO everyone ignore that! She’s just passionate okay?? LMAO delete this from your memories pls~”

Then he slid into your DMs with:

“Babe. You’re killing me here. But also 👀 I’m free at 9…”

Leona Kingscholar

Your text:

“If I tell you I’m not wearing anything under my robe, are you going to come deal with it or keep pretending to nap?”

Group chat chaos:

Ruggie: “WHAT THE HELL BRO 💀💀💀”

Jack: “This chat is NOT safe for minors.”

Leona blinked at the screen once. Twice.

Then groaned, rolled over, and muttered:

“...Stupid herbivore. You just had to hit ‘everyone.’”

He ignored the chaos in the chat completely. The only message he sent was directly to you:

“You’re gonna pay for that. In private. Tonight.”

Later, he showed up at your room, lazily shutting the door behind him.

“You wanna wear nothin’ under your robe? Fine. But now I ain’t letting you leave until you regret sending that to the whole dorm.”

(You are cooked..)

Vil Schoenheit

Your text:

“I’ve been thinking about your hands on my neck all day. Should I wear something pretty tonight? I would let you take it off after”

Group chat chaos:

Epel: “OH MY GREAT SEVENS I DIDNT WANT TO KNOW THAT”

Rook: “Quel passion! Quelle audace! I am weeping!!”

Vil was doing his skincare routine when the notification came in. He read the message. Then dropped his serum bottle.

“...Darling.”

He slowly opened the chat to assess the damage—sighing deeply.

He messaged you with:

“You just turned our entire dorm into a gossip magazine headline.”

“You’ll have to do a lot more than wear something pretty to make up for this little incident.”

But later that night, when he walks in and the door locked? You know exactly how seriously he took it.

Rook Hunt

Your text:

“Do you think anyone would hear if you made me cry your name tonight?”

Group chat chaos:

Vil: “Rook. Handle this.”

Epel: “I’m GONNA PUKE.”

Rook (immediately replying): “Ma chérie, even the wind heard your words~ 💘”

Rook doesn’t panic. He’s delighted. He DMs you in under five seconds:

“Your boldness, your artful seduction—I am in awe! Shall I prepare my chamber for your tears and whispered gasps tonight?”

Later, he pulls you aside with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“If you wished for an audience, mon trésor, all you had to do was ask~”

(You stop sending spicy texts for a month after that.)

Idia Shroud

Your text:

“If I was kneeling under your desk right now, would you keep playing your game or make me earn your attention?”

Group chat chaos:

Ortho: “Um… I think that’s the wrong chat…”

Random Ignihyde student: “I’m logging off forever.”

Idia's soul left his body immediately.

He dropped his phone. His entire room was lit up with ERROR windows. The AI screens around him buzzed with red alerts. He curled into a fetal position and wheezed:

“They’re gonna exile me.”

He didn’t even open the chat. He just messaged you:

“W-WHAT LEVEL OF CHAOS GREMLIN ARE YOU—DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE?!?!”

After he calmed down (3 hours later minimum), he quietly messaged:

“...I haven’t stopped thinking about it, btw.”

You walked fast as you can so you can make it up for him!!

Malleus Draconia

Your text:

“If you come to my room tonight, I promise to be good… I mean… at least in bed.”

Group chat chaos:

Sebek: “BLASPHEMY!! DISGRACE!!”

Silver: “...Pretending I didn’t see that.”

Lilia: “Ohoho~ my boy is all grown up~”

Malleus… doesn’t get embarrassed. Not outwardly. He read your message. Saw Sebek’s meltdown. Then calmly turned off his phone.

Later, he teleported directly to your room.

“You wished to be ‘good,’ did you?”

There was a smirk on his face. A low hum in his chest. And glowing green eyes promising divine punishment.

You deleted that message from the chat… but Diasomnia never forgot.

Lilia Vanrouge

Your text:

“Next time, sit me on your lap like you did last night—just don’t stop halfway this time, old man”

Group chat chaos:

Sebek: “I AM GOING TO END MY LIFE.”

Silver: “I don’t want to know.”

Malleus: “...interesting...”

Lilia didn’t even blink. He cackled so hard, he fell off his bed.

“Fufufu~ Oh, you naughty little thing~”

He replied to the group chat himself:

“She speaks the truth, my dears. And I fully intend to finish what I started~”

You screamed into a pillow.

Later, he winked at you and whispered:

“If you wanted the whole dorm to know how naughty you are, you could’ve just said so~”

Please stop him…

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Look at me✨ feeding the whores ✨💜 (and I love doing it 😌)