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F-R-I-E-N-D-S Hyung Line

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NAMJOON

"Joonie stop!" The sounds of your squeals echo throughout the apartment as he tickles both of your sides.

"No, not until you say that Kim Namjoon is the sexiest man ever!" He states as you try to wiggle away from his torturous grasp.

"Never! You might as well just let me g-" you gasp when he begins to increase the speed of his fingers.

"I'll only do it if you apologize for saying that Han Sung is more handsome than me." He slows down with raised brows, plump lips stretched so much into a smirk that his dimples appear.

Body now able to take in stable air, you let out a huff of defiance. "You know if I say that it'll be a lie!"

Namjoon stares at you with a blank face as his lips purse in agitation. "Okay...you wanna be like that then."

"What are you-ah! Stop it! Shit, I'll apologize!" You scream from the familiar feeling of being touched on your ticklish sides.

"Hmm? What was that? I couldn't hear you over the screams," Namjoon calls out through his own laughter, eyes adoringly taking in the way your face scrunches up.

"I-I said I'll apologize! Now please stop!"

Hearing your whining pleads, Namjoon finally stops.

"So...about that apology?" He leans against the chair with a grin as his arms cross in victory.

Scooting back against the furniture, you make eye contact with the smug male.

"Aight damn. I'm sorry for saying the character Taehyung plays in that drama is more handsome than you..." He nods his head at your apology and patiently waits for rest.

"...cause truth be told: that Mothafucker ten times sexier than you. Like, a bitch was damn near finna say fuck it and go back into time for dat ass."

Namjoon's face quickly shifts into an angry frown.

"Take. That. Back!" He hisses with narrowed eyes, body slowly creeping towards you with a clenched jaw.

Your lips form into a mischievous smirk. "But why should I?"

He freezes at your question with wide eyes before lowering his head. "Because...because I..."

You frown at his sudden change of demeanor. "Hey, you okay? You know I was just playing right? I'm not serious."

"Yeah...I know. It's just that...I-I don't know how to explain this." Namjoon nervously wrings his hands with a strained smile.

A few moments pass, he continues to stumble over his words before shaking his head with a weak It doesn't matter.

Leaning closer to him, you put a comforting hand on his shoulder with a bright smile. "You're my friend Namjoon, so whatever it is you can tell m-"

"Don't say that!"

You flinch at the loudness of his voice and quickly withdraw from him as he gets up from the floor to began to pace.

"J-just please...don't." He shakily whispers, running a hand through his dyed locks.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I thought that I could just pretend and act like always. But no! I can't do it! What the fuck is wrong with me? "

"Hey!" Getting on your feet, you walk over and grab his hands when he begins to hit his head in a scolding way, "calm down Joon. It's okay...just tell me and maybe I could help."

Namjoon looks at your joined hands in thought. You give them a squeeze forcing him to look up and shyly make eye contact.

"I love you."

A warm smile replaces your frown as you playfully push him away with an eye roll. "Dammit, dude! And here I thought it was something bad when it was only that. I love you too ya dork."

"No ____, you're not understanding me." He shakes his head at your words before grabbing your hands again. "I love love you."

You stare at his face with widened eyes, searching for any trace of laughter to see if he was serious or not.

'Namjoon...he loves me?'

But by the way he looked, it was clear to see that he meant every single word. But you refused to face the truth and instead brushed it off with small giggles.

"Yeah right, go somewhere else with that Romeo 'O Romeoheadassery. But thanks for the small joke, I really needed a chuckle or two." You wipe away the forming tears with a breathless sigh.

"____!" Namjoon huffs before grabbing your face to pull you closer to his. "I'm in love with you. I always have been ever since I met you all those years ago."

Dark eyes boring into yours, it almost made you feel vulnerable from the intenseness they held.

You step back from his touch and turn away, sure that if you hadn't you would've been broken down at the confession. "You don't love me Namjoon...you can't."

"____, I get that you've been a little rocky when it comes to the topic of relationships. Especially after what had happened with [Ex-Boyfriend's Name]. But I want you to know that I'm here for you and-"

"We're nothing more than friends okay?! So stop it!"

Namjoon goes quiet as you look at the ground with clenched fists.

"...I just don't love you that way, you're more like a brother to me."

The room goes quiet. The weight of your words caused you to feel even worse until it was replaced by a shaky sigh.

"It's because of my looks isn't it?"

Quickly turning around, you catch sight of Namjoon quickly wiping away the tears that were starting to form.

"Of every girl I've ever confessed to, they always rejected me. Even my fans didn't want me because I wasn't handsome or cute enough. I was afraid to tell you, but I thought that maybe...just maybe...the one person who's been by my side since the beginning would love me for me," He looks at you with a laugh of disbelief, "but even you don't love me the way I want you to."

Tears filled your eyes from his words as you let out a small sigh. Reaching out to him you place a hand on his shoulder. "Joon."

He flinches away from your touch with a forced smile, dull eyes staring at you.

"N-no I'm okay, really. I don't need pity."

"Look Namjoon, you're an amazing guy-and please trust me when I say that. But I've known you since we were ten, it's kinda impossible for me to see you that type of way..." you look at the ground knowing that your friendship may not ever be the same way again, "but there's another reason why I'm not able to love you that way."

He observes your shrunken frame, the way you hold yourself as you avoid his gaze. "I'm guessing you've found someone else?"

Despite knowing you were going to say that his heart still breaks at your subtle nod.

At the sudden sound of keys, you look up in time to see him grabbing his coat and wallet. "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm...I'll just go for a little walk or something. You can see yourself out while I'm gone."

Walking out when you're hurt is one thing, but to walk out of your own place? That was definitely some deep-ass heartbroken shit right there.

But it was also deep-ass heartbroken shit you needed to quickly fix before it got worse.

"Namjoon wait! Just please hear me out." He stops at the front door without turning around, refusing to see your face and get more hurt.

"What is it ____? Because I really don't want to hear 'how much of a great guy he is' or that you want me to meet him. Especially after I've just gotten my heart broken by my bestfriend." He clears his throat in an attempt to shake off the waver in his voice.

You feel your skin heat up in embarrassment. "Um, well...actually-you won't believe this by the way. It's so hilarious that-"

"Dammit, ____! Can you just get to the point so that I can cry while stuffing my face in peace after you leave!" Namjoon cuts you off in irritation with a snap.

Nervously rubbing your hands, you rock on your feet. "It's not a he...it's a she."

His hand lets go of the doorknob before slowly turning towards you with wide eyes. "W-wait a minute. So that's why you won't go with me...and broke up with..."

You sheepishly nod at his words. "Yup, I like pussy."

A laugh explodes from Namjoon as he runs over and picks you up with a twirl.

"Ah! You don't know how happy this makes me." He breaths out, the gloomy face from before now replaced with a bright smile.

You look at him with raised eyebrows. "So you're not upset?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "Yeah, but not as much. I mean, at least you're not getting dicked down by a guy. So when did you find out?"

Scoffing at his answer, you lean against his shoulder with a soft glare. "I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that sexist ass comment. But to answer your question, you know when we went to that party in the eighth grade?"

Namjoon stares off into space before dawning a look of realization. "Oh, when you played Seven Minutes of Heaven with that girl? Wasn't her name Rosie?"

A huge dimpled grin appears on his face at your shy nod, "My girl! She's a hottie right?"

"Really? Are you seriously gonna ask me that?" You look at him in disappointment, head shaking with a frown.

Namjoon hangs his head in shame once he realized what he said. "Yeah, you're right. My bad, I shouldn't have asked that. I'm s-"

"Because I'm gonna tell you right now...that ass is amazing." You hum out with a dreamy look sat on your face.

"Hmm...good to know. You don't think she'll mind sharing right?" He wiggles his brows, hand creeping up your leg.

Smacking it away with a fake contemplating look you finally let out a sigh of disappointment. "I don't know...I mean I'm already used to that kind of thing, but I guess I can see if Mina and Hye-jin will agree to it."

Namjoon chokes on his spit, eyes stretched open. "Y-you pulling two girlfriends at once?!"

With a cocky grin, you stretch your arms out. "Uh-huh. Put both of their asses to sleep before coming over here."

He quickly gets on his knees in a begging position. "Please please please: teach me your ways."

Seeing the ways his eyes sparkled with hope, there was no way you were going to turn him down.

"Well, the first thing to do is-"

The familiar ringtone of your phone fills the room, forcing you to stop talking to pick it up.

Opening the device, you immediately see the picture showing both of your girlfriends barely covering themselves as they asked you to come home.

"Sorry bud, duty calls," quickly showing him the picture, you put the phone away to grab your things and run out of the apartment.

Namjoon runs to the doorway just as you got in your car and shot him a sly thumbs up.

"Bu-hey! Can you at least send me that picture? ____!"

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SEOKJIN

"Just drop it! How many times do I have to tell you that I don't feel that way?!" You yell out in anger as the two of you faced each other.

The day started like any normal one: Jin would visit, you'd sit together and hang out for hours until it was either too late to stay out, he was needed to record a song, or if any of the other members called.

It was a system that had been running for nearly seventeen years, but now...not so much.

"____, please just hear me out," He desperately pleads with misty eyes. Your glare softens a little as you look at the face you've known since middle school.

You step away from his warm touch, refusing to fall for it again. Every single time you were close to going off he would wrap you in his arms, making you lose all confidence to say it.

But not this time...

You couldn't do it anymore. What kind of bestfriend were you if you just turn a blind eye as he continued to suffer day by day?

"No, you hear me out Jin. Constantly bringing up shit like this will only push me away. That stuff about being head-over-heels in love with me...it makes me go crazy sometimes that I can't even think straight. For fucks sake, I already have a boyfriend and you know that! You can't just expect me to drop my three-year relationship out of the blue," your voice cracks, eyes lowered to the ground despite wanting to look him in the face.

The room goes silent. The tension grows thicker as the sound of your breathing being the only thing heard.

"I love you so much ____ that I-I can't stop thinking about you. My pulse race whenever we make eye contact...heck, I even stop eating my food whenever your name pops up in the conversations during practice just to join in," he weakly jokes despite the view of his eyes filling with tears.

You want nothing more than to just walk up and hug him, but you knew it'll only add salt to the wound by doing so.

The only option left was to wrap your arms around yourself in a lame attempt to mimic the same feeling of protection he would give.

Hot tears ran down your face at his words. Lips formed into a shaky half-assed smile when you look up at him.

'Why is everything complicated?'

"Jin..." your words trail off when he holds up his hand and sadly shakes his head.

"No...you don't need to explain yourself when it's not even your fault. I fell in love with you knowing there was zero chance of you having those same feelings. It was all on me," he slowly walks to you only to stop when there were only a few spaces in-between.

A bright smile appears on his face, but you could still see the true pain that was held behind his eyes.

"Just know that cocky asshole you call a boyfriend will mess up, and it'll be to a point where he loses the best thing that has ever happened in his life," a shiver runs down your spine at the intenseness of his words.

With gentle movements, Jin pulls you to his chest and cups your face before placing his forehead against yours.

As your eyes close he continues to observe you. Wanting to have the sight of your face etched in his mind 'til the day he takes his last breath.

Even in a crying state such as this, your [Light/Brown/Dark] skin dulled from the lightning of the room as leftovers tears clung to the eyelashes underneath your puffy eyes, he still thought you were the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

And if he couldn't have you? Jin would still grow old with a smile knowing he got a chance to have someone like you in his life.

"Despite the dreams I have of us together...I will still stand for you even if I can't have you in reality."

He presses his lips unto yours, putting everything he has into the tender kiss before reluctantly parting away.

You're brought back from your frozen state and stare at him with wide eyes, heart stuttering from his actions.

Softly touching your lips, heat spreads over your face and ears.

The sound of your thundering heartbeat and Jin's retreating footsteps fill your head as he leaves you alone with your shambled thoughts.

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HOSEOK

"Oh my god! What are you doing?! Don't just stand there looking at it! Run bitch! Don't fucking go in that basement you dumbass! I don't give a damn if you hear movement down there! No don't look back- aaaand she's dead," you glare in annoyance towards a character that was in the scary movie.

Hearing a chuckle from the side, you turn your attention to Hoseok as he watches you scold the idiotic people for their mistakes.

"What?" You stuff more popcorn into your mouth with a huff, happily eating the only thing that's making the 'movie night' experience tolerable.

His eyes widen in shock now upon seeing that realizing you caught him and quickly turn towards the movie.

"N-nothing!"

Your eyes narrow in suspicion before shaking off his weird behavior and continue to watch the screen.

But it seemed that task was damn near impossible when the constant feeling of eyes gazing against your skin caused you to finally snap.

Eyes closed with a small annoyed groan, you turn off the TV. "Look Hobi, we've already been over this haven't we?"

Hoseok innocently looks at you as a light blush spreads across his face. "W-what? What do you mean my dearest ____?"

"You really think I don't see you looking at me with that look in your eyes?"

His once light blush turned into a full-out crimson wave that covered his entire face as he sheepishly looks at his hands. "Was...was I really that obvious?"

"Nooo, you totally were so notobvious with the constant sneaky glances and blushing cheeks that turned even redder whenever we made eye contact."

Hoseok lets out a small sigh. "Okay, I know you said no, but please just give me a chance. I promise to-"

He immediately stops talking at the sight of your raised hand. "Look, you are a very great person who would seem like an awesome boyfriend. But just not my boyfriend."

He shakes his head at your words. "____, I just know we're meant to be together. I said I love you, you said you love me-"

"I love you as a friend. Got it? Plus I only said that like once when I was high from those weed brownies Jin had made. Man! You're really not going down without a fight huh?"

"You know, I really think we are meant to be. I mean both of our signs are compatible and everything. I even know all the things you're allergic to just like you know mines." Hoseok says with a smile, ignoring all of the words that came out of your mouth.

"Oh my god! Just because we know things about each other doesn't mean anything. And I only told you because of that time you made me banana bread and my whole fucking face and hands got swollen even after I've specifically told you that I'm allergic to nuts. But your dumbass put almond paste in the damn bread!"

"All the more reason why I should be your man. You could've died if I wasn't there to call the ambulance."

You stare at him in disbelief, your eye begins to twitch in anger. "Now I know goddamn well-motherfucker! You were the one who caused me to go to the damn hospital."

"Shhh...don't worry babe, just calm down. We'll talk about us later okay?" He coos out, holding your face with care as he brushes away the wrinkles from your furrowed brows.

The room goes silent.

"Get out."

Hoseok looks at you in shock, startled from the calm tone you spoke despite the fire raging in your eyes.

"Are you okay? Do you need some tea? A foot massage? Back massage? You name it and I'll do it." He frantically asks and places his hands on your shoulders so that he could start on your command.

"Get. Out." You spit out the words as you look up at him, your eyes slowly forming into slits.

"Now you know I can't do that. No boyfriend should-"

"Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME!!" With a roar, you push the confused love-sick fool off your couch and towards the front door.

"Wait. I-"

"NO! You can't be reasoned with. I'm done being polite to your ass. Hit the road Jack! Siyahnara! Ducese! Ádios Amigo! Au revoir! Salut! Now bye!" Cutting off any possible explanation, you push him out the doorway along with his jacket and shoes.

Hoseok looks at you like a puppy who had its chew toy taken away. "We could be something great if you just give us a try ____!"

You let out a sigh of exhaustion, hands gripping your braids in frustration with his never-ending attempts.

"Hoseok...I've told you one, two, three, four, five-hell now six thousand times: I don't love you like that. Just as friends okay?"

He nods his head. "Yeah but-"

"Good to know you understand. Buh bye~" Cutting off his words with a bright smile, you slam the door shut in his face.

"But sweetheart, you can't do this to me...I love you." He whimpers out in sadness on the other side of the door.

You lean on it for a few moments, the occasional pleads from the man outside fill your head as he continues to stand outside in the cold.

'Goddammit! Doesn't he have anywhere else to go? The fuck he still doing out there?'

"I'm really doing this aren't I? Dammit ____! Why you gotta be so fucking nice?"

Slowly getting up off the door, you open it revealing a red-nosed Hoseok sitting on the ground in sadness.

"Hobi..." Hearing the soft calling of his name, he lifts his glassy eyes to meet your reluctant ones.

With a soft head nudge, a smile suddenly appears on his face before he quickly gets up and runs inside the warm building.

You close the door behind him and trudge to the living room.

Plopping down to the spot next to him, the TV was turned on once more. The light atmosphere from before the whole ordeal had returned.

"____?"

Finally dragging your eyes from the movie currently playing with a popcorn-filled mouth, you turn towards a quiet Hoseok.

"Hmm? Whut yuh wahn?" You mutter, eyes quickly going back to the screen while still munching on the crunchy popped kernels.

He doesn't answer making you grow agitated from his lack of words. "Bitch didn't you just hear me? I asked what the fuck you w-mm?!"

Your eyes widen at the sudden feeling of a pair of lips pecking your own. Snapping towards him, you catch sight of Hoseok running out of the room with a smile.

The sounds of his giggles echo around the apartment as you sit there in a frozen flustered state, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

"HOSEOK!!"

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YOONGI

"Oh my god, he's soooo hot! ____, do you think he'd hook up with one of us?" One of your lab partners whispers out as she and her other friends surround you.

You stiffen at the sound of your name being called. "Huh?"

The girls roll their eyes. "I said do you think he'll go with one of us. Weren't you listening?"

Your lips purse at her words. Pushing the sliding goggles up, you lift the tubes filled with unknown liquids in hand.

"Um...I really wouldn't know a lot about that. But as you can see here, we have to find out what these substances are. Don't you think it would be very efficient if we would all just do our part of the project? It'll make my work much easier."

They scoff at your words. "You always have your nose in a book or task. Relax for once! It's not like one failing grade is the end of the world."

You open your mouth ready to speak once more, but they cut you off and continue to fawn over the lone male that sat across the room.

'Now I know these motherfuckers didn't just...'

Eyes closing in frustration, you let out a tired sigh before finishing the rest of the work and collect your things.

"Mr. Go?" You call out to the teacher who was grading papers on his desk.

"Oh, ____! What brings you here?" With no words being said, you place the completed sheets of paper in front of him.

A small chuckle leaves the man once he picks up the sheets and analyzes the completion of the work that had only your handwriting on it. "Got tired of the gossip and left them behind?"

"Yes! I really cannot believe that they'll actually give up their chance of receiving a good path of education over some...dickhead." You rub your temple frustration and count backward in hopes of calming down.

A smile appears on Mr. Go's face at the way of words. "Okay, I understand. But since you used such foul language, you'll have to go help him over there."

Following the directions of where he was pointing, your eyes in horror. "What?! No please you can't-"

He raises his hands.

"Now you know I can't show favoritism among my students...even if you are my favorite." He puts on a frown, clearly struggling to stay serious and keep himself from laughing at your face.

"Fine," Your head lowers in defeat before crossing your arms with a sour pout, "but I want extra points for this."

Reluctantly making your way across the room, everyone goes quiet once they see where you were going.

Whispers begin to float in the air when you plop down in the empty seat and lay your head against the warm-toned body.

"I'm gonna take a hint and say that Mr. Go forced you to help me right?" His chest vibrates from laughter as you give a low whine in response.

"Yeah...and it's all your fault!" Leaning off him with a hiss, you send him a heated glare.

Yoongi looks at you in disbelief. "How the hell is it my fault? I haven't done anything!"

"You say that, but o-"

"____?" Turning at the call of your name, you see that it was one of your used-to-be lab partners with a tight smile on her face.

"Yes??"

Her face becomes bright red at the amount of attention she was receiving from your new partner.

"Um...why haven't you come back towards our table? You know we have lots to talk about and stuff." She grits, anger clearly showing through her fake concern.

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? You want me to go back?"

"Yeah, you are our lab-partner after all."

"Nah," a snort escapes your relaxed form, "I'd rather not go back. But thanks for the offer though." With a fake smile plastered, you turn away and lay down on the desk.

"Excuse me? Who do you think are?" Her voice rises in anger and embarrassment causing the classroom to go quiet.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows at you. Eyes slightly widening at the dark emotion that fell over your face.

Your desk screeches back as you stand up and face the dramatic girl with the over-glossed lips.

"Now I was nice enough to say thanks, but you pushing on my last few nerves. You really got me fucked up if you think my ass is finna go back only to hear you and your group threaten me and talk about how you want to hook up with my friend. Want him that bad? Here, you can take him!" You pick up his arm and hand it out to her.

"Hey hey! I didn't agree to whatever the hell this is! Leave me the fuck out of it." Yoongi pulls his arm back with a pout before glaring at the girl, "I think it's best you leave. I'd hate it if you got your ass whooped in front of everybody."

"Mr. Go!" She turns to your teacher with a frown, "aren't you gonna do anything about this?"

Any traces of amusement on his face immediately disappears once realizing students were now looking at him. "Huh?"

"They threatened me! Bullying shouldn't be tolerated right?!"

Mr. Go's face goes blank. "Um..."

"Mr. Go," both of their attention shifted towards your smiling face, "no need to worry. If it's really a problem, I don't mind going to the Dean's office to speak of how I, one of the school's top students, had an altercation with someone who's two grades behind. Matter a fact, I'll just go up there right n-"

"N-no need! It was just a misunderstanding. T-that's all!"

"You sure?" She nods her head with a pale face.

"Well thank you for your cooperation sweetie! Now, get the hell out of my face before I break yours."

Both humiliated and afraid, she storms off with a glare towards you.

You sit back down with a sigh as the room slowly went back to its talkative ways.

"Damn...that was hot. Why'd you have to be so mean babe?" Yoongi grabs your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours.

Lifting your head with a glare, you yank away from his hold. "Because Yoongi, I'm done being nice to those fake ass girls who only talk to me so they can get closer to you. And don't call me babe ever again, I'm not your girlfriend."

He pouts before laying down on your shoulder. "Why not?"

"Because you're my friend, and it's kinda weird when my friends use pet names with me."

He sighs in disappointment. "I really hate that."

You look at his frowning face in confusion. "You mean the pet names? Cause I really don't have a problem with them in general, just the intimate ones."

"Nah, it's the friend part. I hate the word friend when it's put in a sentence with you and me."

Your eyes close in irritation, already knowing what's about to happen.

"Come on Yoongi. I-"

"Did you know every time we hang out, people would've come up to me and say we look like a cute couple? Why can't we get together?"

"Look Yoongi, we've known each other for literally one school year. Not even connecting over the summer or breaks. Truth said I don't even date someone unless I've known them for at least two or three years. Plus they'll have to meet my parents and other family-it's just too complicated."

He goes silent as you rub your temples in exhaustion. "But I really like you, and I don't think it's just some middle school crush. Plus-"

You quickly cover his mouth before he could say anything else.

"My guy, haven't I made it obvious? Wasn't I clear enough when I told you this? We are friends and nothing more. Or do you want me to spell it out for you? F-r-i-e-n-d-s. Got it?"

Head nodding, the once happy glint in his eyes faded away into a dull gleam of disappointment.

Seeing that he gave up, you remove your hand and grab your notebook to write down notes for next week's test.

A few minutes passed of taking small peeks at the star athlete only to see him blankly staring at the desk.

With the pressure of guilt getting too much, you place the pencil down with a sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry if I made you upset or anything. But you have to understand that it's just how I am when it comes to dating."

Yoongi nods his head before a small smile appears. "I understand, and I'm sorry for misunderstanding you. I get what you're saying now."

You smile at his words. "Thank you, and-"

"I get that I'll just have to talk to you more, wait two more years, and meet your family until you're mine. And it won't stop there babe, not until a ring is sitting proudly on that finger of yours showing everyone we got married." The bell sounds as you look at him frozen, no words to say.

Having a bright gummy smile instead of the usual intimidating glare, Yoongi gives you a quick peck on the cheek with a wink. "I'll see you later ____. Or should I say, Mrs. Min? Damn...has a nice ring to it doesn't it?"

Your mouth opens to say something, but he leaves before any sound could come out.

Leaning against the chair your head shakes in disbelief when a sudden thought came to mind.

"Wait...he said married?!"

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I just realized that I see everyone talking about the Silvercandle divorce when technically Silverbrush got a win in III18.

Paintbrush was considering Silver and they said that a good strategy game was "wroth rewarding for".

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Final Decision

~when i say no, it means NO. Ok? Ok.

April 22, 2018

[andy-clutterbuck]

Black T-Shirt + Sling | requested by Anonymous

[hayleythesugarbowl]

joey tribbiani x reader headcanons

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a/n: hope you guys enjoy this, i had a lot of fun writing it and i love joey so much <3💌🍒

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dating joey would include…

ok so he met you at central perk

you were another victim of “how you doin?” obviously 

he finally introduced you to the group after you’d been dating a little while

they all thought you were just another one of his two-week relationships

but he’s been dating you for months now and they all got to know you really well

he calls you “the one”

his entire family knows everything about you

insists on buying you a drink every time you go to the coffee shop  

(even if he has to borrow money from chandler to do so)

he tells everyone how you’re so smart and he doesn’t know what he would do without you 

‘(y/n) is great. i mean, she taught me  what rectify meant. i always just thought it was another way of saying as—’

you and the girls become besties of course

rachel loves going shopping with you 

(and joey loves tagging along to try to watch you try stuff on)

and monica cooks for you

(and joey begs her for ‘just a little bit, (y/n) can’t eat all that!’)

phoebe gives you free massages 

and chandler loves you too 

like sometimes you’ll wake up before joey when you’re staying at their apartment and you and chandler will just talk

he caught you guys once though and he still hasn’t let you live it down

ross let’s you hold ben

joey loves just waking up next to you

unless you’ve knocked hugsy off the bed

and he’ll make sure he doesn’t wake you up as he covers you with the blankets and goes to make you breakfast

you and joey have movie marathons and during scary movies he insists on holding you close “in case you get scared”

but really it’s cause he’s terrified

he would actually do anything for you 

when you guys go out to dinner he even lets you share his desert 

‘alright fine, just don’t take a big bite!’

loves it when you run your fingers through his hair 

he once tried to cook you your favorite food for your birthday and almost burned his apartment down

you help him read lines all the time to practice for upcoming auditions

and he always picks ones with romantic scenes just for an excuse to kiss you 

‘and it says here dr. drake is supposed to kiss mr. roberts? hey, i don’t know, i don’t write these things.’

he is so gentle it’s adorable 

you guys cuddle all the time

calls you baby occasionally 

he’s a flirt

but he also gets super jealous and protective of you if someone hits on you

he always makes you smile when you’re having a bad day

he loves you so much and you guys are just so happy together <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope all my friends fans enjoyed this!! i love joey so much so i had to write these little headcanons. definitely thinking about doing this for other friends characters. hope you enjoyed ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🩰🪩

[causeimanartist]

He's a rich kid with issues, lots of issues

[luxmoogle]

Your bio says you can be bribed with lux, but what about 13 postcards I found randomly? Would you take those?

..THIRTEEN????

[csyakult]

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[somewherefornow]

BRUCE WAYNE & JIM GORDON in BATMAN: TURNING POINTS #5

[michaelnotwheeler]

btw swearing trigger warning ig

Those who ship Chandler and Joey from Friends, I beg of you, PLEASE rewatch s2 ep2 somewhere closer to the end, there’s the scene where Joey comes back to the apartment at night and he’s wearing the cowboy outfit, and has this funny scene with Chandler, anyway it’s super gay because first: pay attention to Chandlers initial reaction, secondly: when Joey walks over to the counter,

CHANDLER FUCKING CHECKS HIM OUT.

MULTIPLE TIMES.

Lastly: it’s just very homosexual please rewatch I think your day might be better :)

(Sorry this was longer than it needed to be)

[lonerswhimsie]

Little pose pack time again!

Story: Introduce you to the characters that I make! From left to right, Maja, Rowen, Chicago, Maddie, Dax, Betty, Amy, and Joey.

They are besties living in the same apartment, Chicago and Amy are Dax and Betty's kids. They used to date but not anymore... well, they are on and off, on and off, on and off but whatever.

Amy and Chicago live with Dax, Betty lives with Maddie, and Rowen and Joey live together. 🏠

I have so much fun making this, I hope every body enjoy it too! 🫶🏻

Download [mod the sims]

[isasan347]

Everyone gangsta until someone messes with Ravio’s friends

(Design for Lullaby by @geminiskulleta)

[andy-clutterbuck]

requested by Anonymous

[king--atlas]

I did a silly little redraw of something from @witch-sweets 's Haunted Prince AU. I love their "constantly at each other's throats" dynamic a lot in this. (Original under cut btw) I hope you like it :P

I guess this is a little ironic for Valentine's Day, huh.

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hi!! I love your friends writing!! I have an idea and it’s totally fine if you don’t like the ideas, but what if Joey and reader broke up, ( he cheated or whatever you want) before all of the friends met. And she gets introduced to him as like one of the others sister/school friend.

The One With the Ex || Joey Tribbiani x reader

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summary: after joey cheats on you and breaks your heart in high school, you run into him again years later and find out the past might not be exactly what you thought it was

word count: 3.2k

warnings: presumed cheating, drinking, suggestive material

a/n: hope you enjoy this love and this is what you wanted. i wrote this kinda quick and just went with it so let me know if it’s any good lol!! also i imagine this to take place in s1 but imagine it however you want. enjoy!! 🍒💌

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      Central Perk.

     You came to a stop before the sign on the front of the coffee shop where Rachel had told you to meet her. 

     You took a deep breath. You were excited to see her after so many years—eight years, to be exact. You were best friends all throughout middle school and part of high school, but then you’d been in different circles and, especially ever since you’d moved out of the state, you had lost touch.

     When she heard you were going to be in New York visiting some family, you both had made plans to see each other and she had suggested here.

     You pushed open the door and saw Rachel, sitting in a chair and sipping from a yellow mug.

     “Rachel?”

     “(Y/n)?” She ran over to you, giving you a big hug. “Wow, you look great!”

     “I could say the same about you,” you said, as she led you to the couch opposite the chair she’d been occupying and you both sat down.

     “So tell me,” she said, “What’s new with you since high school?”

     Where did you even begin? 

     “Well, college,” you started, “and now I’m a—”

     You cut off as you saw someone enter the room. Someone you would recognize anywhere.

     “You ever wonder why restrooms are called restrooms. I mean, you don’t rest in there,” the man said as he walked from the back towards Rachel.

     Joey Tribbiani.

     You hadn’t thought you would ever see him again. Not after all this time. Not after what he did to you.

     But it was definitely him. He had the same hair, the same style, the same swagger that he walked with like he was just so damn attractive.

     And he was so damn attractive, you thought as you looked at him. Curse him. Curse him and his good genes.

     “Hey Joe,” Rachel said, “I’d like to introduce you to my friend, (Y/n).”

     Joey turned to you and his eyes widened. He stared at you for a moment before turning back to Rachel.

     “And (Y/n), this is Joey.”

     “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Joey,” you said, keeping a pleasant expression on your face.

     “The pleasure is all mine,” Joey shook your hand, “(Y/n).”

     “Ok, am I missing something here?” Rachel looked confused, “Do you two know each other?”

     “Yes,” you and Joey said at the same time and Rachel’s brow furrowed.

     “Rach, can I talk to you for a minute?” You said, dragging her away from Joey and towards the other side of the coffee shop.

     “What is he doing here?” you whispered.

     “Joey? He’s a friend of mine, why?”

     “We kind of have a history,” you said, rising a glance over at Joey but he was already sitting down and eating a croissant. Typical.

     “Did you guys used to date or something?” Rachel looked at you.

     “That’s one word for it,” you bit out, “Yes, we dated. Until he cheated on me with Lucinda Figglebottom in senior year of high school.”

     It had been many years since you and Joey had dated. Since you had walked in on him making out with one of your classmates who he swore was just a friend. Since he had broken your heart.

     And you had moved on a long time ago. You had hardly even thought of Joey and what he did to you. Time had made you numb to it as time has a way with doing to all things. 

     But seeing him here, with Rachel. You felt like you were 18 again and you remembered why you had hated him for so many months. 

     And Joey didn’t even look affected, you thought. He had been surprised to see you, sure. But he clearly hadn’t been hurt as you had. Why would he have been when he’s the one who cheated on you?

     “Wow (Y/n), I had no idea—” Rachel said apologetically.

     “How could you have known? It’s fine, it was a long time ago, and we’re all adults here,” you assured her. 

     “Most of us,” you mumbled under your breath. 

     You and Rachel walked over to where Joey was sitting.

     “Well,” Rachel said, “Now that we’ve got the introductions out of the way. (Y/n), you were telling me about your life now.”

     Now that Joey was here listening, you felt the need to exaggerate the better points of your life. That would show him that you were different now from the girl who ran out of the room crying when she found her boyfriend cheating on her and spent the next few months crying until her tear ducts didn’t have any tears left. 

     “My life?” You started, “Oh you know, I travel a lot, when my work allows it. But, I try not to leave my husband and kids in that big house alone for too long. You understand, of course.”

     The fact that you had a house was the only true part of that sentence. Rachel looked at you curiously. 

     “Oh, speaking of work, I have an audition,” Joey said, standing up. You sighed. You were pretty sure he hadn’t even been paying attention to anything you just said.

     “So you’re still acting?” You couldn’t resist, “I assume it’s going better for you than when I knew you?”

     “Yeah, well, I’d better get going,” Joey said, not quite meeting your eye. “It was good seeing you again (Y/n).”

     He stood up and left in a hurry before you could say anything else, and you and Rachel were left alone.

     “Oh my god he’s still in love with you!” Rachel said.

     You spun around, “What?”

     “Did you see the way he looked at you? I mean, he didn’t flirt with you or ask you out or try to look at your backside or anything.”

     You stared at her baffled, “And that means he’s in love with me?”

     Rachel nodded and you shook your head, “No. Trust me. He does not want to get back together with me and I certainly don’t want to get back together with him.”

     You were both silent for a moment before Rachel’s face lip up as she looked like she had an idea, 

     “Hey, why don’t you come to Monica’s birthday party this Saturday. It would give us another chance to catch up and you could meet some of my other friends.”

     “Is Joey going to be there?” You asked her, trying to keep your tone casual.

     Rachel opened her mouth to respond but you cut her off. Why should it matter if Joey was going? You could be in the same room together, for goodness sakes. You weren't going to not go just because Joey might be there.

     “Never mind,” you said, “I’ll be there.”

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     You walked into Rachel and Monica’s apartment that Saturday, feeling better than you had since you’d been in New York again.

     The low cut, tight dress you had picked out and the heels you were wearing made you feel confident. Confident enough to walk in there and not care if you saw Joey or not.

     In fact, you hoped you did see him. Then he could see how moved on you were and how much you didn’t care about him.

     “Hey, (Y/n),” Rachel called, “You remember Monica.”

     Monica walked over and stood next to Rachel. “Hey,” you greeted her, “It’s nice to see you again. And happy birthday.”

     Monica smiled at you, gesturing around the apartment, “Make yourself at home. We have drinks over there and hors d’oeuvres over here.”

     You thanked her and walked with Rachel towards the table with snacks and plates. You caught a flash of blue fabric to your right and you looked there seeing Joey. He was standing with a woman and he had his arm around her shoulders as they laughed about something.

     Joey can date whoever he wants, you thought bitterly. Why should I care?

     “On second thought, let’s go to the drinks table,” you told Rachel.

     She followed your gaze and nodded, walking over with you to pour your drinks. You caught Joey’s eye as you passed by him and his eyes widened as he saw you.

     His gaze trailed down your outfit and then back up to your face before he looked away quickly.

     You would make it though this, you resolved, taking sip of your drink.

     That one drink quickly turned into several, however, and you found yourself feeling lighter than you had all week. 

     You met all of Rachel’s other friends and after she left to go to the bathroom, you walked over to the drink table again and scanned the room for Joey. You didn’t see him and you scolded yourself for looking.

     “Can I make you a drink?” A tall man came up behind you and you smiled up at him.

     “Sure thing,” you slurred as you watched  him pour different alcohols into a glass for you. 

     He made two and then handed you one of them, which you downed very quickly. He grabbed your wrist and led you to a corner of the room that was less populated.

     It took all of three seconds before his hands were on you. An alarm went off in the back of your head but you ignored it. Maybe this was what you wanted. 

     Seeing Joey this week had brought up a lot of bad memories and right now you just wanted to forget. The man you were with began kissing your neck and you saw a gleam in his eye. You knew you should be getting away from him but you couldn’t make yourself. You didn’t want to.

     You let him push you up against the wall and as he brought his lips to yours, you kissed him back. People were looking but you ignored them. You wrapped you arms around him and flipped around so he was against the wall. As the mystery man smiled down at you, he began sliding his hands down your dress and you helped him by fumbling for the zipper on the side and starting to unzip it. You stopped as you felt someone’s presence behind you. 

     “(Y/n), it’s time to go,” Joey came up behind you and you felt his hand on your waist. He discreetly zipped your dress back up. Where did he even come from?

     “Get off me,” you whispered-yelled, turning to face him.

     “(Y/n), you’re very drunk,” he whispered back.

     “So?”

     “Come with me before you do something you regret,” he pulled you away from your corner of the room.

     You scoffed, “Are you sure you’re not just jealous?”

     Joey looked like he wanted to say something else but settled for. “(Y/n), come with me. I’m trying to help you.”

     “I don’t need your help,” you tried to elbow him but he just griped your arm harder and pulled you away.

     “Where are we going?” You spat as he dragged you out of the room and across the hall.

     “My apartment,” Joey said. 

     “No,” you squirmed in his grip, “I don’t want to go anywhere with you.”

     Joey ignored you and opened the door to his apartment, dropping you down on the couch. 

     You stood up in outrage, but your head spun and so you sat back down.

     “Here,” Joey said, handing you a mug of coffee, “drink this.”

     “Why are you doing this?” You tried to figure out amongst the fog in your brain what in the world Joey was thinking. You hadn’t talked or seen each other in years since you broke up—which was his fault— and now he was acting like you were friends. 

     Joey didn’t answer you, just waited until you took a sip of the warm, bitter liquid before walking back into the kitchen and digging in the fridge. 

     “What if I want to go back in there?” You asked him, trying to get his attention.

     “And let that guy stick his tongue down your throat again? He was taking advantage of you, (Y/n).”

     Was he? You couldn’t think. “Why do you care?”

     “Because,” he said, standing up straight and walking over to sit down next to you, “I care about you, (Y/n). Just because things ended…the way they did, doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

     “You hurt me, Joey,” you tucked your hair behind your ears. All of a sudden you felt like crying. Yes, the many years that had passed made you numb to his betrayal. But deep down, you still hated him. 

     Joey rubbed the back of his neck. “I know,” was all he said.

     And he looked so sincere. So vulnerable. So much like he had when you were together. God, he was gorgeous, you thought. You leaned in closer to him.

     “You hurt me a lot,” you whispered, closer to his face now. 

     He scooted back, away from you and you closed the distance again.

     You put your hand on his shoulder and he shrugged it off. “(Y/n)—”

     “Do you want to hurt me again?” You were practically on Joey’s lap now. “Then kiss me.”

     You leaned forwards and Joey abruptly stood up. He looked flustered and you wanted him to get back on the couch and kiss you. Kiss you until you stopped being mad at him and you could pretend everything was like it was before.

     “(Y/n), you’ve had a lot to drink. Try to get some rest, ok?” He walked out of the room and you laid your head down on one of the pillows. 

     You wanted him to lay with you and hold you in his arms and—

      What were you thinking? This was Joey Tribbiani, the man who had kissed another woman while you two were dating and had broken your heart. What were you doing thinking of him that way?

     Snap out of it, you told yourself. 

     And then your eyelids drooped and you struggled to keep them open. You gave in and let sleep take you for the night.  

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     You awoke with a start, looking around and blinking sleep from your eyes. You glanced down at your shirt—no, Joey’s shirt. And Joey’s bed. 

     You sat up in horror. Fragments of the night before came back to you. 

     Joey walked in carrying a mug with coffee. Something about it felt vaguely familiar about the past night. He handed it to you and you took it from, griping his forearm.

     “Joey, I’m in your bed.”

     “Yeah,” he said sheepishly, “You fell asleep on the couch but I didn’t want to you be cold so I—”

     “But we didn't—”

     “No, of course not! I would never—” He looked down, “How much do you remember from last night?”

     You strained to recollect anything. The pounding in your head wasn’t making it very easy. “Enough to remember that I made a fool of myself.”

     And forced myself on you.

     “That’s not—,” he started, “well, I wouldn’t say you made a fool of yourself.”

     “Oh god,” you ran your fingers through your tangled hair, “of all the things that could’ve happened. Waking up in the bed of the man I’m supposed to hate!”

     Supposed to hate. You realized it after you said it. You’d thought you despised Joey. You did. But all you could remember was Joey brining you back to his apartment last night and saving your butt. Another memory came back. 

     “I should thank you,” you told him, “Y’know, for rescuing me.”

     Joey shrugged, “I would have done it for anyone I cared about.”

     You were so confused. Confused about how you felt about Joey and how he could be acting so kind right now when he had been such a jerk to you.

     You supposed people changed. It was a long time ago, and you knew that. But you had to know why. 

     You couldn’t believe you were about to ask this. But after all that had happened in the past 24 hours, you had courage enough to manage a weak, “Why, Joey?”

     “Well, when you know someone really well—”

     “No, not that,” you said, “I meant all those years ago. Why?”

     Joey sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. 

     “(Y/n), if you’re talking about why we broke up—”

     “Why we broke up?” Your voice rose. Just when you were starting to soften towards him for helping you. “You mean why you cheated on me?”

     “Let me explain,” he said, calmly, “Lucinda and I really were just friends.”

     “Is that what you told yourself after you made out with her? I’d say you were really good friends.”

     Joey continued. “She had just broken up with her ex and so she asked me as a friend, to kiss her so he’d get jealous and want to get back with her. Her ex was supposed to walk through that door, not you. But I promise, we were always just friends. I was just helping her out. I would’ve asked you, but she was so embarrassed about it that she didn’t want anyone to know.”

     Wow. What were you even supposed to say to that? If that was true then… 

     “But, why didn’t you say anything?” 

     “You didn’t really give me the chance,” he confessed. You supposed he was right. After you’d caught him with Lucinda you’d ran away and avoided him in any way you could.  You’d never come into contact with him again until a week ago.

     “But if I’d have known—” you broke off, “I was in love with you Joey.”

     “I felt really bad for screwing things up,” he said, “I loved you too and I missed you a lot afterwards. But I didn’t know what to do and so I just let you get away. It’s the biggest regret I’ll ever have.”

     “It’s not your fault Joey,” you said, “It was a misunderstanding and that’s that. I can’t believe I hated you for so many years.”

     “God, if I could just go back,” Joey said.

     “Maybe we don’t have to,” you looked up at him.

     “If you’re saying we should kiss right now, then I definitely agree,” Joey smirked and you laughed.

     You leaned towards him and brought his lips to yours. It had been a while since you’d done this, with Joey or anybody. It wasn’t perfect but it was exactly what you wanted. You pulled away, smiling. 

     “I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you in Central Perk,” Joey admitted. 

     “Really?” You said, teasing. “Creep.”

     “It is not my fault you’re that gorgeous, (Y/n).”

     “You’re not bad yourself,” you said, kissing him again.

     “So, while you’re in New York, maybe I could take you out sometime? Again.” Joey added.

     “I’d like that a lot.”

     You were thrilled. You had gone from hating Joey to kissing him in his bed. What a wild week. You knew that a lot of time had passed since your’s and Joey’s relationship and it would take some time to get to know each other again. But you wanted to do it. You wanted to make up for the time your missed when you could have been together.

     “We should tell Rachel about this,” you said, “She’ll probably be ecstatic. She had this crazy idea that you were still in love with me after all these years.”

     Joey looked into your eyes, brushing the hair back from your face.

     “I don’t think it’s that crazy, (Y/n). I don’t think it’s crazy at all.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this!! tysm to @hopefulinlove for requesting this!! always love writing for joey. have a lovely day <3🍓🩰