not people saying endeavor is going out like a king,,,,, ma'am have you forgotten he's a whole genuine abuser? that put his family through torture? that scarred them all for life??
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youâve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasnât stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistryâpeople have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny⌠until you canât stop thinking about it. đď¸
pairing: namjoon x f. reader
genre: podcast, friends to lovers au; crack, smut, fluff
rating: explicit. minors do not interact.
warnings: parasocial relationships galore, a m*n with a p*dcast, author abuses italics, swearing, alcohol, reader uses a pseudonym/nickname (piper) because writing the meta fanfiction scene would've been too weird without one and i refuse to use y/n, dialogue-heavy but it is a fic about a podcast, everyone is down horrendous, mentions of social media & fake r*ddit posts, ex-boyfriend yoongi but in a good, healthy way. let me know if i missed anything but mostly this is just two goofballs not realizing they're in love with one another.
smut warnings: kissing, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex (fiction), protected vaginal sex (nonfiction), a lil squirting, mild degradation, mentions of a p*ss kink but there is no actual pee i promise (...lest?), i didn't intend to write size kink but it's namjoon so it just showed up anyway, slight dom!joon, everyone orgasms.
wordcount: 17.5k
credits: this was entirely inspired by that one episode of the basement yard where frankie reads the smut fic of him and joe, so credits to both that author and that podcast. spotify, for their podcast name generator. astro-seek for helping me drag namjoon astrologically. an extra special, gigantic thanks to @effortandmore for writing the meta fanfic (3k of it, no less!) and not batting an eye when i said it could have pee in it as a joke. this is as much yours as it is mine. finally, @hot-soop and @the-boy-meets-evil for reading this over for me and telling me i'm funny.
author's note: happy birthday, indigo! here i am to validate every fear you've ever had that the people you write porn about may one day read it. live and on air. :)
Youâve co-hosted a podcast with Namjoon for three years.
You can learn a lot about a guy in that amount of time.
None of it is especially salacious. You know all about his family and his dog and the brand of recycled paper towels he insists on buying in bulk. You know what heâd written his grad school thesis on and what heâd looked like in the thick of it, when he was staving off his fifth mental break of the week. You know how fidgety he gets when itâs closing in on Friday night and heâs got a dateâhow much he stresses over which restaurant to pick, which cologne, which expensive cashmere sweater to wear.
You also know what the internet thinks about him. Intimately.
Kim Namjoon, according to the internet, is peak husband material. He has cheeks ripe for pinching and thighs small countries would go to war to defend. He has a lap that doubles as a seat and dimples people want to get baptized in. He has Instagram selfies with hundreds of thousands of likes and comment sections full of intelligible keysmashes, especially the ones he posts from the gym.
Kim Namjoon, according to the internet, is a man written by a woman.
Looking at him now, you arenât sure thatâs true, you think people just need to raise their standards. Namjoon is just⌠Namjoon. Heâs intelligent and kind and up to date on modern feminist theory, is all. And, sure, maybe in the current political landscape that puts him far above the rest of men, but the way the internet has latched onto him is a little concerning.
âThereâs another post about whether or not weâre dating,â you say, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.
sooo letâs be real here, we ALL think theyâre dating, right??
Posted by u/pod-shipper 2 hours ago
Just like he always does, Namjoon huffs out a soft laugh, makes his way around to your side of the table. Puts his large hands on your shoulders as he leans in close to read from your screen, snorting every time he reads a sentence he finds particularly amusing. Whichever cologne heâd chosen this morning is, admittedly, very nice.
Itâs sooo obvious, especially in the episodes they film and post on YouTube. The way they look at each other?? I donât even look at my HUSBAND like that! (+1264)
âł omg ur sooooo right! i could MAYBE buy that they arenât full on dating, but theyâve def at least slept together. Namjoon is so đĽđĽđĽ (+791)
âł um how can namjoon be dating her when heâs already married to me đđ
(+3)
âł For the millionth time, can we not speculate on their personal lives? This is weird and reinforces really harmful ideas that men and women canât just be friends. (-51)
âHow come they never talk about how hot you are?â
You can tell by the look on Namjoonâs face that he hadnât meant to say thatâor, if he did, he didnât mean to say it like that, with an entire pout, eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline. âCursed to be ugly and dumb,â you joke to ease the sudden tension, reading the comment that simply says youâd have to be the dumbest person alive to not sleep with Namjoon.
He scrunches his nose at that. Returns to his side of the table. âYeah, I donât think so, lots of people havenât slept with me.â Starts to unpack all the gear from his bag before he says, âHey, all that stuffâdoes it bother you?â
âWhat do you mean?â you answer, the corner of a protein bar stuck in your mouth. Namjoon always insists on recording at the most inconvenient times.
âPeople thinking weâre together,â he clarifies.
You shrug. âI dunno. Not really. Comes with the territory, I think, not to mention how much you love to overshareââ
âHello?â
âIâm just saying,â you retort, hands raised in self-defense. âThere really was no need for you to mention you blew your grad school stipend on a porn scam.â Namjoon looks affronted, like he canât believe youâd stoop so low as to bring that up. âOr that you lost your virginity at fifteen.â
âWe have a relationship podcast,â he states simply. âThatâs kind of what we do, right? Talk about relationships? And the spectrum of human sexuality is part of that.â
You slump back in your chair as you quirk an eyebrow. âNo one said it wasnât, I just said you overshare. Which you do.â
âAnd thatâs why thereâs a dozen Reddit posts a week discussing whether or not weâre dating? Because I overshare?â
âYeah, exactly. Thatâs the kind of behavior that leads to parasocial relationships. People latch onto that shit. Makes them think theyâre your friend.â He glares. âDonât give me that look, you know Iâm right. Itâs bad enough youâve word-vomited all this highly personal information about yourself, but to not even do it under a pseudonym? Itâs like youâre begging for trouble.â
Another comment he doesnât even realize heâs making: âI donât beg. For anything.â
To this day, youâre not sure why Namjoon asked you to co-host a podcast with him.
His reasoning had been simple: âYouâre my best friend and we donât agree on anything.â Hard to argue with that. Namjoon has seemingly endless patience, even in the face of things he shouldnât entertain, and you⌠do not, to put it simply.
Youâre not a cold person. Your fuse isnât short. Youâre just a little jaded, is all. Have far less propensity for bullshit than Namjoon does, so the two of you play well off each other. You end a sentence with a well-punctuated full stop and Namjoonâs right behind you to sigh and say maybe you shouldnât be so hasty, not everything in the world can be so black or white.
Except some things are. Somewhere along the way, the podcastâwhich Namjoon had affectionately named Place Him Gently in the Garbage, even though some people should be shoved in there with forceâhad picked up a following. A big one. And now, every week, youâre inundated with emails ranging in severity. Sometimes people just want to vent after their tenth bad date in a row or share funny stories, and Namjoon lets you take the lead on those, but sometimes itâs a little more serious. Thatâs where Namjoon shines, all that endless patience, and people love him for it.
âWhatâs on the agenda today?â he asks, accepting a thick stack of papers from Jungkook.
Ah, Jungkook.
You arenât sure what he actually does. Some kind of social media manager, which is obvious from the wildly out-of-context clips he posts of you to TikTok, and itâs his responsibility to go through the thousands of emails you get from listeners, but aside from that all youâve got are your suspicions that he just sticks around to swindle Namjoon out of more and more money.
âIâm in a silly goofy mood,â comes Jungkookâs reply, and you let out a witch cackle as Namjoon winces. Nothing good ever comes of Jungkook being in a silly goofy mood, and thatâs quite alright by you.
Fifteen minutes later finds you with a camera in your face that you greet with an unamused, flat stare. Jungkook is used to it by now. Just films for a few seconds before turning his attention to an unaware Namjoon. Head down, pen and highlighter going a mile a minute as he pores over the stack of papers with all the doggedness and eagle-eyed stare of a literature professor.
Thatâs the thing about Namjoonâhe takes this really seriously. So do you, but not in the ways Namjoon does. Heâs all skill and determination and youâre color commentary. It works. It clearly works, so you arenât too bent out of shape about it, but sometimes you worry. Namjoon takes this really seriously and sometimes you worry that he takes it too seriously, that he carries the burdens and worries of all these strangers, that heâs trying to solve and fix things that arenât his responsibility to solve and fix.
So he takes it really seriously and you donât take it as seriously as you maybe should, and everything is by design. Balanced.
Twenty minutes later finds you staring across the table at Namjoon, who asks, âAre you ready?â and does one last equipment check before he launches into, âWelcome back to another episode of Place Him Gently in the Garbage with Namjoon and Piper. Whatâs new with you, Pipe? Any fun news?â
Pipe. It drives you nuts. Feels like nails on a chalkboard. âI see you almost every single day,â you respond dryly. âBut for the sake of entertainment, Iâm thinking about getting a cat.â
âA cat?â Namjoon parrots, and his eyebrows disappear beneath his fringe because he knows what that means.
Youâve co-hosted a podcast with Namjoon for three years, but youâve known him even longer.
Since your first year of college, which is also when you met Yoongi. Yoongi, your ex. Yoongi, the person youâd been with for six years and had planned a life around. Yoongi, now one of your closest friends, because the two of you still love one another but no longer in that way, which is fine. But alsoâYoongi, allergic to cats.
So, yeah. Namjoon knows what that means, and he has the good sense not to mention it. Unlike him, youâre intensely private and keep your cards close to your chest. Your listeners donât even know your real name, let alone that youâd gone through a breakup a year ago.
âWhat kind of cat?â he continues, like his entire world hasnât just been turned upside-down.
You shrug. âEh, I donât know. Probably one thatâs been in the shelter a long time, I guess. Iâm not too fussy, you know?â
âRight, a cat is a cat,â Namjoon says, thinking heâs done something. You and Jungkook gasp at the same time. âWhat? Why are you giving me that look?â
âBecause thatâs a fucked up thing to say! A cat is not just a cat. They have little personalities, just like people. Youâve gotââ
âBut you just said youâre not fussy,â he interjects. âAnd I know they have personalities and that you have to find one that suits your lifestyle! Like, you canât have one of those really cool cats that likes to go kayaking and shit, itâd never workââ
âWhat does that mean? Why couldnât I have a cool cat?â
âHey, all you cool cats and kittens,â Namjoon mocks, and you can tell he thinks heâs done something again, but his impression falls flatter than flat. An awkward silence fills the studio. He coughs. âAnyway. Do you have pictures?â
âYeah. I also have a list of candidates ranked by how cool their names are. Number five, Casserole.â
âThatâs cute.â
âMhm,â you agree, âbut Casserole is a kitten, and Iâm not sure Iâm ready for that kind of responsibility.â
âThey do say you should adopt kittens in pairs.â
âAnd thatâs how they get you. You want one kitten and they talk you into two, and before you know it youâve got, like, twelve cats. Number four, Party Girl.â
âSick name.â
âNumber three, Toddler.â
âToddler?â
âNumber two, Flat.â
âJust Flat? Understandable.â
âAnd, finally, number one: Human Torch.â
âYoooo.â Namjoon laughs. âYou have to adopt Human Torch. Let me see.â You pull up a picture on your phone and hand it over. âOkay, for our listenersâHuman Torch is a young, male Domestic Short Hair. He has stripes. I donât know what thatâs called.â
âTabby,â Jungkook chimes in.
âJungkook says heâs a tabby. Heâs cute. Adopt him.â
You return your phone to your pocket. âMaybe. I still think I want an older cat, but Iâll consider it. What about you, though? Any new dating horror stories to share?â
Ah, the dating horror stories. Your most dedicated shippers are convinced theyâre fake, that Namjoon just makes them up on the spot to keep them off your trail. If only. Not in the if only they were fake and Namjoon and I were actually dating kind of way, but the holy shit one of my closest friends is a fucking disaster and itâs a little embarrassing kind of way.
âNot really,â he answers. âIâve got a date this Friday, though. Trying to decide if dinner and a movie is too boring.â
âItâs a classic for a reason. What are you gonna see, My Big Fat Greek Wedding 3?â
âThree?â Namjoon emphasizes, truly sounding scandalized. âSince when are there three? I havenât even seen one or two.â
âOkay, first of all, the original is a classic and itâs a crime you havenât seen it.â
âAnd second of all?â
âThere is no second of all. Repeat point one.â
He snorts. âIâm not gonna see that, anyway. Maybe the re-release of Howlâs Moving Castle.â
âSubbed or dubbed, though?â
âAre you trying to get me canceled?â
âAbsolutely.â
âI like both,â he chickens out. âNow, letâs stop wasting time and get to the point of the show.â
âTalking about cats is a waste of time?â
âIâno, weâve just got a lot on the agenda today.â
âLike what?â
âWell, thereâs lots to talk about on the celebrity frontââ
Namjoon loves this part. As esteemed and educated as he is, not even he is immune to good old celebrity gossip. (Inside him there are two wolves.) Lives for it. Texts you about it at all hours of the night. Sends you links to Reddit threads with hundreds of comments. Has more opinions on Celebrity Big Brother than he does on Ludwig Wittgenstein, sometimes, and when thatâs the case you know youâre in for a long evening. Youâve never even seen an episode of Celebrity Big Brother.
But Namjoon loves it, so youâve become fond of it by association. Reminds you a bit of Yoongi and his love for sports and sports anime.
ââone should we start with?â
âWhatever you want,â you answer, because you havenât been paying a lick of attention and you arenât sure it matters anyway. Namjoon can talk to a wall on a good day, but heâs an entirely different beast once mundane, innocuous celeb gossip gets involved.
And even though you hadnât been paying attention, it seems like this was the right thing to say, because Namjoon smiles so wide his dimples crater his face. âCool. Letâs start with Taryn Manning. Did you see that bizarreââ
âWho?â
âWhat?â
âWho is Taryn Manning?â
Namjoon looks a little dumbstruck. Even Jungkookâs arching an eyebrow at you. âAre you serious? She was in Orange is the New Black and Crossroads.â
âThe Britney Spears movie?â
âYeah.â
âOh. Weird, okay. Continue.â
Your co-host shoots you a very pointed look. âI will, thanks. Anyway, she posted a video on social media talking about this affair she had with a married man. Like, she pulled over on the side of the road to record this. Said she canât stand the manâs wife because she called her a quote-unquote lunatic.â
âIâhuh, thought we werenât supposed to say that anymore. Alright.â
âBut wait, it gets even more bizarre. Listen to this quoteâand this is direct. This is a direct quote from the video, I canât stop thinking about it: âDonât you ever threaten me when your husband came to me to get his butthole licked.â Can youââ
âWhat? Namjoon, what in the fuckââ
âItâs crazy, right? She was gonna buy this guy a boat.â
âNamjoon, this is a family show, you canât just talk about ass-eating unprompted.â
âNo itâs not.â
âWell, you still shouldnât talk about ass-eating unprompted. Itâs unbecoming.â
âYouâre unbecoming,â Namjoon fires back, because he canât help it. The words are out of his mouth before he can think. âSorry, that was out of line.â
You sigh. Know whatever look Jungkook is catching on his camera right now is exasperated and pointed, the corners of your mouth probably tugged up just a hint. âUnbecoming, like I said.â Namjoon scoffs. âAnyway, so this actress was gonna buy this married guy a boat and was eating his ass?â
âYeah. Apparently it was her friendâs husband? They all went to a Taylor Swift concert together.â
âJesus, this keeps getting worse. Big year for Hollywood cheaters.â
âIt is, right? Cheaters and divorces. Something in the water, I guess.â
âI saw the astrology girlies saying a bunch of planets are in retrograde, soââ
âCan you explain that to me? Like, what does it mean for a planet to be in retrograde? Why is it causing divorces?â
âI donât know, Iâm not an astrology girlie. Thatâs why I said the astrology girlies. What are your big three, though?â
âWhatâs that?â
âYour sun, moon, and rising signs.â
âHow do I find that out?â
âUgh,â you intone, âdonât worry about it, Iâll do it myself. What time were you born?â
Namjoon rattles off a time.
You grab your laptop. Pull up the page, type in Namjoonâs date of birth and birthplace, and wait. Then youâre staring at a circle with a bunch of lines in it that also donât make a lick of sense to you. You roll your lips to keep from laughing and school your voice into something deadly serious. âBad news: it says youâre a virgin.â
âVirgo,â Namjoon corrects, not taking the bait. âI already knew that.â
You scroll a little further down the page. âYour moon is in Sagittarius. Oh god, listen to this, theyâve got you pegged: âThe greatest need is to always search for something. In order to feel safe you need a philosophy or beliefâââ
âHaaa, thatâs notââ
âââYou need to have a goal or mission that gives your life meaning. Your faith must be voluntary and it is a paradox that fighting against dogmas may lead you to other dogmas.â Yeah, thatâs you.â
âThat could apply to anyone,â he argues. âThere are seven-billion people on this planet; Iâd imagine a sizable amount of them would say that also describes them.â
âHm, sounds like your faith in astrology is not yet voluntary. Did you know youâre a Scorpio rising?â
âNo. Iâm sure youâre gonna tell me all about it, though.â
You smile. âCorrect. âPeople with Scorpio on the Ascendant need to fight against dark and destructive power in their life.â Is that true?â
âYeah, youâre the dark and destructive power. You keep sidetracking me and we need to get to the point of the podcast.â He grabs the stack of papers Jungkook had given him. Looks more highlighter than paper, if youâre being honest. âI guess Jungkook thought we needed a lighthearted kind of day.â
âThat was nice of him, considering what he gave us last week. I guess weâre allowed to have faith in humanity today.â
To your left, Jungkook scoffs.
âAlright,â Namjoon starts, putting on his Very Serious Podcast Guy voice, âfirst up weâve got a question from one of our listeners in Canada. It says, âHi, Piper and Namjoon. I recently agreed to go on a blind date with a friend of a friend. She said he was a bit old-fashioned but really talked him up so I thought I was in good handsâand then he showed up to get me in a â67 GTO and exclusively referred to me as doll. He didnât use my name once. Iâm torn, because he was really nice and I had a good time otherwise, but this is weird, right? Should I see him agaiâââ
âNo,â you interject.
âCan I finish?â
âYou donât have to. This guy sounds greasy.â
Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. âAnd why is that?â
âIgnoring the fact that this guy has arguably one of the lamest classic cars around, he didnât use their name once? Not once, in all the time they spent together? Thatâs really disrespectful.â
âSome people are just pet name people,â Namjoon argues.
âWith absolute strangers, though? Itâs really giving the impression that he didnât even know it, not to mention some people are uncomfortable with pet names. The whole shtick is super lame.â
âI agree it sounds a bit misguided, butââ
Ignoring Namjoon, you say, âSorry you had to go on a date with the ghost of less-cool James Dean. Into the garbage he goes.â
And, just like heâs done a million times before, Namjoon rolls his eyes and says, âIf you really like this guy and want to see him again, a bit of communication will go a long way. Tell him the pet name made you uncomfortableâif it didâand offer to pick him up for the next date. I donât think heâs completely destined for the garbage, yet.â
âYouâre just saying that because you donât have a license. You probably think a 1967 Pontiac GTO is the pinnacle of romance. Thatâs probably like picking someone up on a Specialized Aethos to you, eh?â
âThatâs a fifteen-thousand dollar bike, Iâll have you know.â
You groan. âOh my god.â
Ep: #183 - Namjoon is a Virgin
I think Namjoon had the right idea on this one. Sure, the car can be considered lame, but I think a lot of men are deeply insecure and therefore overcompensate when it comes to dating. Women are hard to impress when they have unlimited options. You have to stand out, so Iâm glad he advocated for him. Piper can come off like such a misandrist sometimes. (-649)
âł just shut up bro namjoon would fuckin hate u (+204)
âł Imagine caring about something like this when theyâre getting a cat together đ (+19)
You think about the cat thing for nearly a week.
Adopting a cat is certainly not the worst idea youâve ever had, and truth be told itâs been a little lonely, living by yourself. No more Yoongi in your space; no more Holly. So, having a new little friend around might do you some good.
Itâs justâ
Itâs a big commitment, and thereâs also the dog sitting-shaped elephant in the room. Ending things on good terms means youâre still Yoongiâs second-choice sitter whenever he has to go out of town, and while you love Holly dearly (the two of you had adopted him together, after all), heâs a lot like his father in a lot of ways.
Should I get a cat, you type out, and itâs only been in Yoongiâs inbox a few seconds before the most unflattering picture youâve ever taken of him is flashing across your screen.
âAre you dying?â you ask, because Yoongi doesnât call you for much else.
And you already know what his response is going to be. âWeâre all dying.â
âLighten up, Yoongi. One might say being so existentially nihilistic before noon causes wrinkles.â
Thereâs a split-second pause. âItâs nine p.m.â
âSure, but itâs before tomorrowâs noon, so it still counts.â
âWhatever. Listen, before you adopt that cat, I need a favor.â
âYou going out of town again?â
âYeah. Shouldnât be long, though. A week at the most, five days if Iâm lucky.â
âThatâs fine, bring him over whenever. Yijeongâs busy?â
This pause is far, far longer. âNo,â comes Yoongiâs eventual response, but itâs slow. Unsure. A two-letter word has never taken so long to say in the history of ever. âHeâs, uh. Coming with me?â
Oh, you think. This is where your ex awkwardly and hesitantly breaks the news of his new relationship. Youâve known this day was coming, and this is what you get for staying friends with him. âThis is a fanfiction plot,â you accuse. âHot, mysterious man moves into a gaudy apartment complex after ending a long-term relationship and meets his equally-hot and mysterious neighbor and they fall in love.â
âIâthatâs notâmy apartment is not gaudy.â
âYes it is. Thereâs a giant gold bust of a weird bird in the lobby.â
âWeird bird?â he parrots. âItâs a swan.â
âI see youâre not denying the in-love-with-your-neighbor accusations.â
âAm I on trial?â Yoongi retorts, and itâs such a Yoongi thing to say when what he means is, is this okay? He means, are we able to talk about this without it being weird? He means, I wonât ever say as much out loud, but your acceptance means a lot to me, and Iâd like for you to give me this.
So you lower your voice and soften the edges because itâs not really something to joke about, and you say, âNo, of course youâre not on trial,â and Yoongi knows what you mean. âAnd if you were, you'd get locked up for fifty years. You canât lie for shit.â
Thereâs a beat of silence before he clears his throat, mutters a thanks that is so quiet you almost donât catch it. âSend me pictures of the cats.â
Later on, once youâre freshly-showered and tucked into bed with a candle and a book (Eloge de lâamour by Alain Badiou at Namjoonâs insistence and request), your phone buzzes with a text from Yoongiâ
Yoongi: toddler is a fucking hilarious name for a cat but so is flat
Yoongi: itâs a tie for me
You: Okay well pick one đ
Yoongi: yijeong says get both
You: Both???? Is he paying my vet bills?
Yoongi: kinda out of line to proposition him for money. flat is also good with dogs, js
You: If heâs now being raised by you two, my perfect, well-behaved son is probably long gone. Does he even count as a dog anymore?
Yoongi: me and yijeong both say fuck off
Yoongi: holly too. he says he doesnât miss you anymore and heâs not coming over now
Yoongi has added Yijeong to the group
Yoongi has changed the group name to #ThirdWheelChat
Yijeong: Please donât drag me into this. Also I did not say âfuck offâ
You have changed the group name to People Who Have Seen Yoongi Naked
Yoongi: fuck you
You shouldâve known something was going on with Jungkook, because itâd started like this:
(When you and Namjoon started the podcast three years ago, it was in the living room of his apartment.
Surrounded by books and plants. He loved to record in the afternoons back thenâNamjoon loved to say it was because of his grad school schedule, but youâve always suspected he just wanted to preen in the golden hour light, much like heâs doing now.
âIs this really necessary?â Jungkook whines from his spot on the couch. Heâs already swindled Namjoon out of two bags of microwavable popcorn and three cans of sparkling water. âItâs a Saturday afternoon; I could be doing something so much more fun than this.â
Namjoon scoffs. âAre you saying this isnât fun?â
âYeah. It sucks, actually. This couldâve been an email.â
And because Namjoon is accomplished, mature, and absolutely incapable of not taking Jungkookâs bait, the space between his brows creases as he sends a murderous glare Jungkookâs way. âStop eating my food, then. And drinking my drinks. And lounging on my couch like thatââ
âIâm not lounging,â Jungkook argues.
âYouâre manspreading all over the leather!â
âThis is how I sit!â
âWell, knock it off! My couch is only for fun and people who think Iâm fun!â
Jungkook rolls his eyes. âSo you fuck on it?â
âWhat?â
âWhat other fun things could you possibly do on a couch?â
Namjoon blinks. âWatch⌠watch a movie?â
Jungkook groans, throws himself backwards against the pillows as if heâs suffering a Victorian ailment. âJesus. No wonder you canât score a second date.â
âOkay, that was a little uncalled for. There are a ton of reasons a person might not want a second date, and no one is obligated to go out with meââ
âUh-huh. Anywayââ
You clear your throat. Try to hide your own can of seltzer youâd taken from Namjoonâs fridge in the midst of his and Jungkookâs bickering. âNot trying to be rude, but I have an appointment at the shelter at three. If, yâknow. You wouldnât mind speeding this up a little.â
âOh! Yeah, of courseââ
âOh, so youâll speed this up for her but notââ
Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. âShe,â he begins, jerking his thumb in your direction, âisnât needlessly complaining and actually has someplace to be.â)
It was just a quick little rendezvous in Namjoonâs living room to come up with a rough draft for the following monthâs episodes. He couldnât do it over text because heâd fallen down the steps at his office and landed on his ass on the corner of a step and his phone had been in his back pocket. Cracked clean in half. And he couldnât do it over email because heârightfullyâknew Jungkook would ignore them because he has his inbox set up to send all of Namjoonâs personal emails to the trash.
But Jungkook holds onto things like that. Grudges. Loves to let Namjoon think bygones are bygones and pop up a few days later with some evil scheme. Hence:
âWhat is this?â
Jungkook smirks. Rocks back on his heels. âItâs fanfiction.â
âI can see that, but⌠why?â
This is where Jungkook shines: the ominous, cheshire cat grin; the aw, shucks demeanor that gaslights Namjoon into thinking Jungkook couldnât possibly be fucking with him. âWell, you were having trouble coming up with ideas for episodes, and thereâs an email in there from someone whose partner reads really expliââ
âJungkook, this is fanfiction about me.â
You canât help the laugh that escapes you. Of all the weird shit youâve seen on the internet (and thereâs been a lot), fanfiction of people you knowâyour friendsâwas something youâd managed to escape. Probably by virtue of not knowing anyone famous enough to warrant fanfiction being written about them.
But you shouldâve known. You really, really shouldâve known.
âOh my god?â
Youâre not sure who says it. Could be you or Namjoon, but the sentiment is the same. He mouths a what the fuck at you thatâs met with a shrug. Youâre in uncharted territory now, too. âWhere did you even find this?â you ask, taking the stack of papers from Namjoon. âAnd why did you print it out?â
âBecause Iâm going to track down whoever wrote it and get them to autograph it. Then Iâm going to buy a nice frame and hang it on the wall behind him, so we never forget this historical moment in Place Him Gently in the Garbage lore.â
âItâs a podcast,â Namjoon deadpans, âhow can it have lore? And how much lore can there possibly be?â
âItâs the internet,â you concede. âThe lore possibilities are endless. Donât tempt them.â
Jungkook nods sagely, well-versed in the degeneracy of the internet. âYeah, thatâs how you end up with shit like 4chan.â
â4chan? Thereâs Space Jam porn on there.â
As the youngest, all Jungkook can do is roll his eyes. âSometimes explaining this shit to you feels like trying to teach old people how to rotate PDFsââ
Namjoon scoffs. âIâm not that bad. I know how to rotate a PDF.â
Wow, Jungkook mouths. âAnyway, back to the fanfictionââ
âI donât want to talk about it,â Namjoon interjects. He looks at you. âItâs weird, right? Like, itâs weird that people have written this about us?â
About us.
Your scope of the world narrows to the size of a pinhead. Itâd just been about Namjoon before. This is fanfiction about me, heâd said, and you hadnât been included in that. Now itâs written about us and youâre included.
âIâwhat?â
âItâs about us,â Namjoon repeats.
Jungkook rolls his lips. âItâs about the two of you fucking, to be specific.â
âCan you notââ
âFucking a lot,â Jungkook continues. âSo much fucking.â
Namjoon looks at you, and itâs all you can do to keep from laughing. The look on his face is pure bewilderment, both that Jungkook has cooked up this idea and is hell-bent on executing it and that he remains employed. And maybe itâs a little bit of nerves, too, because neither of you are ignorant of the risks. Reading fanfiction about yourselvesâabout the two of you as a couple, specifically, or at least two people who have sexâis weird. Not something you can unread.
And maybe itâs because youâre so determined to not make it weird that you send Namjoon a cheeky, exaggerated wink, shrug your shoulders, and say, âIâll need a couple drinks, but Iâm down.â
Jungkook throws his head back and cackles wildly, and that look of bewilderment on Namjoonâs face morphs into something else. Trepidation, maybe; definitely disbelief, because sometimes he lets himself get swept away in Jungkookâs schemes, but itâs rare that you follow suit.
As Jungkook continues to laugh, you wonder if you shouldâve said no.
Namjoon has two stipulations: the two of you have to film the episode completely alone, and he, too, needs to be a little drunk.
The latter? Piece of cake, considering Namjoon has become some sort of whiskey aficionado in recent years. His drinking is streamlined and to the pointâhe knows exactly how much and what to drink to get him where he wants to be. You canât say he isnât efficient.
The former, though? Borderline impossible. From the second Namjoon states his terms, Jungkook is having none of it. Argues that heâs the one who found the story and the one who cleared it with the author, so he deserves to witness the fruits of his labor.
âNo,â Namjoon repeats for the nth time, âno way. Iâll barely be able to do this with just her, let alone both of you.â
And thatâthat doesnât bother you, right? You force a laugh, because why would it bother you?
There are few secrets between you and Namjoon, except your respective sex lives have been staunchly off-limits. Namjoon could be a virgin for all you know, and as you study himâthe way he keeps bobbing his leg, the slight shake in his handsâyou wonder if thatâs the reason heâs being so weird about this.
Itâs just a story.
Fiction.
Most people donât have to worry about someone writing stories about them fucking their friends. If they do, you reckon even less actually read them. So, sure, itâs a little strange, but people from all over the world send in stranger stuff all the time, donât they? Itâs literally the reason youâre in this predicament.
Eventually Jungkook agrees. His whining has gotten him nowhere, so he just throws up his hands. Posts a cryptic little âu guys wonât believe what the next patreon ep is lmaoâ that sends the internet into a frenzy. Doubles your Patreon numbers almost immediately, and both you and Namjoon do a good job of pretending the pressure isnât overwhelming.
Jesus. You have to read explicit fanfiction about yourselves. On camera.
Namjoon gets caught up with work and isnât available until the weekend, so youâre forced to sit with the nerves for a few days. Not too bad at first, but youâre nearly coming out of your skin by Thursday with the need to know. Youâre well-versed in the world of fanfiction, but this is fanfiction about you: your name, your likeness, maybe even your personality.
What will they know of Namjoon, though?
Will they get it right, the way he looks with his jaw clenched? How impossibly deep his voice can go, both when itâs raspy with sleep and when heâs fully at ease? Will the Namjoon in the story be closer to the Namjoon you know, or the version of himself he presents to the public?
And youâve known him a long timeâlong enough that there are few secrets between you, but you donât know the most intimate parts. All the parts the internet loves to speculate on. All the little gaps that, apparently, need to be filled in by fanfiction.
Will they know what Namjoon looks like when he gets off?
No, you scold yourself, jerking awkwardly like youâve been burned, and neither will you.
Because you are not going to think about this. Your thoughts are not going to go there. Namjoon is your friend, and youâve listened to him scold an endless amount of men on the podcast for exactly this behavior. Sexualizing their friends. Youâre not going to do it, too.
Maybe thatâs why youâre kind of seeing double when it comes time to record. Namjoon needed an extra shot and offered you one as well. Youâd necked it without a second thought and now youâre here, trying to ignore the slight tilt of the room as Namjoon adjusts the camera.
âHowâs the shot look?â he asks, gesturing vaguely behind him at his laptop screen because Jungkook had refused to lend you his fancy cameras if he wasnât allowed to be involved.
Itâs a completely normal question.
Itâs a question youâve asked and answered a million times.
Exceptâthereâs something horribly distracting about Namjoon in this moment. The outline of his back muscles through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. The way the sleeves are tight around his biceps. Heâs always been a gym rat, always carries around a protein shake that smells and looks completely foul, but you canât remember it ever being this obvious.
And you take too long to answer, because Namjoon straightens up just enough to send you a concerned look. Which does not help. You are not imagining what else might cause his brows to pinch like that, what might have his lips parting, have sweat dotting his hairline.
You swallow. Hard.
âLooks fine,â you manage to say. Heâs still staring. Are you on fire? You feel like youâre on fire, which would make sense. Would explain Namjoonâs sweating and concerned stare and the fact that he cannot stop staring at you. âMaybe a tiny bit to the right if weâre being picky,â you tack on, hoping itâll break whatever spell the two of you are ensnared in.
It works. âTo theâthe right, yeah, makes sense,â he rambles.
He moves it an inch to the left.
â
Things are tense, to say the least.
Recording hasnât been this awkward since your first episode, or maybe ever. Youâre sat across from one another like you always are, and usually Namjoon would be making quip after quip by now, talking endlessly until Jungkook shushed him long enough to get the intro filmed. Now, thereâs just silence.
âShould weâŚ?â Namjoon startles. Bangs his knee on the underside of the table and drops a string of curses. âSorry, are youââ
âIâm fine,â he says, cutting you off. He gestures vaguely toward the camera. âIâll just⌠yeah.â
Showtime.
You wipe your hands on your jeans, unsure of when they got so damp. Unsure of when youâd grown so nervous, too, because youâd been fine an hour ago. Had strolled in with two cups of tea and a little too much confidence, giddy at what you were about to do.
Maybe the nerves had shown up alongside the alcohol. This sounds reasonable, and you do not, under any circumstance or for any reason, think about Namjoonâs back. Or his biceps.
Namjoon makes it through the intro, dimples deep and wide as he smiles, and you also donât think about the way his voice cracks and gets a little breathy when he introduces you. Itâs only because heâd been drinking, and the flush on his cheeks attests to that. The same flush that creeps down his neck, still a little sweaty; disappears beneath the hemline of his shirt.
ââJungkook had. Right, Piper?â
Now itâs your turn to startle, and thereâs not much you can do to hide the obvious except ask Namjoon to redo the shot. Because itâs bad enough the internet already overanalyzes every move you make, every word choice, every instance youâve stared at Namjoon a second longer than they thought you wouldâthis is a blatant display of⌠affectedness.
âSorry,â you say, âI wasn't paying attention. Can we redo it?â
Youâre expecting a playful scolding. A ha ha, get it together, because thatâs what you usually get. But thereâs nothing aside from Namjoon studying you and nodding. Asking if youâre okay. Saying, âIs thisâthis is weird, right? Is it too weird? Maybe we shouldnâtââ
An out. Namjoon is giving you an out, and you should take it, you know you should take it, so thereâs absolutely no reason at all you shake your head and say, âNo, no, itâs fine! I think Iâm just a little, uh. Drunk?â
âAre you sure? We canââ
âItâs fine, Joon,â you insist. âBesides, itâll be good content, right?â
âGood content,â he parrots. âYeah, for sure.â He fidgets in his seat, runs his hands down the span of his thighs. Very, very thick thighs. âIâll grab us some water.â
You faceplant onto the table as soon as heâs out of the room. When did his thighs get so thick?
But the water helps. Cures whatever strange, insatiable thirst has come over you, because you feel much more human after a few glasses. Less drunk, too, which makes sense. Yoongi could barely escape your drunken, horny wrath when the two of you were together, so you chalk it up to a Pavlovian response.
Namjoon does the intro again. Introduces you strong and steady, not a hint of nerves, and explains, with a fresh blush taking over his upper body, what the episodeâs going to be about. âSomeone wrote fanfiction about us,â he says, scratching at the back of his neck. âItâs, uh, pretty explicit. Jungkook thought itâd be funny if we read it.â
You snort. âHe might get fired, depending on how this goes.â
âHe should get fired regardless,â Namjoon deadpans. âAnyway, we have permission from the author to read this so donât come after us, and, as always, weâll put all the credits in the video description.â
âSpecial shoutout to Jungkook, though, who was not allowed to be here with us for this momentous occasion.â
Namjoon laughs. âIâm sure heâs having plenty of fun at home.â You both pause. âThatâs notâIâm not implying anything with that! I just meantâyou know, like. Heâs hanging out and enjoying his day off.â
âUh-huh.â
âMoving on. I have two copies of this. Do you want your own?â
You grin, wicked and wide. âNah, just read it to me.â
âMaking me do all the work,â he huffs. âTypical.â
âThereâs a stack of papers in front of you that might say otherwise.â
Itâs clear you catch him off-guard. He cocks an eyebrow, opens and shuts his mouth a few times like a goldfish. An obvious question sits on the tip of his tongue: You think youâd be in charge? Instead he coughs, jerks his head to the side, and says, âI guess weâll see.â
It sounds like a challenge.
Thirty seconds is all you get before Namjoonâs shuffling his stack of papers and clearing his throat. Asking if youâre ready and jumping right into it once you say you are. Reads the first few lines like theyâre some old lecture notes, and theyâre conservative and safe-for-work enough that you start to relax.
And then Namjoon reads, âA louder one wonders if Namjoon is a pet name personâif heâd call her âhoney,â or âgummy bear,â âbabe,â or âbaby,ââ and you choke.
âGummy bear?â
Namjoon laughs along with youâthe weird one that almost sounds like a dog panting. âYou want me to call you gummy bear?â
âI want you to call me a Lyft,â you snark. âIâm leaving.â
He continues:
And thatâs how it starts, wandering thoughts, wandering fingersâthe first time Piper comes to the thought of Namjoon calling her baby, pushing inside her, showing her that he definitely doesnât beg, but she does⌠Well, sheâs a little ashamed. Sheâs apparently got a reputation to maintain, anyway, not to mention a friendship.
His eyes leave the paper and lock onto you. âOr maybe youâd prefer baby?â
âFuck off.â
Weeks after that first time, itâs become a habit, thinking about Namjoon as something more than a friend. Itâs confusing and a little mortifying and itâs starting to affect her in ways she hadnât expected. When they record, she feels fidgetyâsheâs jumpy when he gets close, has all the stupid obvious tells of an unwanted crush: her breath hitches when he whispers (why the fuck is he whispering in her ear, anyway? Doesnât he know what that does to a person?) inside jokes to her so Jungkook canât hear, her heart rate spikes when their fingers accidentally brush, she feels itchy and hot and a little embarrassed whenever he holds eye contact with her. Itâs terrible, and itâs only made worse by the way heâs doing all of those things more than usual.
Or, at least she thinks he is, thinks sheâs not imagining the way his eyes linger on her more than she can remember happening before or the way sheâs caught him staring at her lips when she chews on the end of her pencil mindlessly.Â
Youâve completely forgotten how to breathe.
Namjoonâs staring again. You need to salvage this. Heâs only on paragraph three and youâre already squirming in your chair and imagining things that are not appropriate. So you roll your lips, return his teasing. âWell? Do you stare at my lips?â
It works. âNo,â he scowls.
âYou sure?â you joke, morphing your face into something half-pout, half-duck face.
âWeâre never gonna finish this if you keep making comments.â
âYou started it,â you point out. âGo on, then.â
Thereâs some dialogue. Some prose that hits way too close to home, has you wondering who on earth wrote this and how they plucked every single thought from deep within your psyche. A pang of fear that maybe you havenât been as subtle as youâd thought all these years. A moment to confirm to yourself that, no, you havenât been harboring a secret, deeply-buried crush on Namjoon.
Then he readsâ
And then he kisses her. Itâs greedy and hot, his lips like a branding iron. She moans a little against her better judgment when he licks at the seam of her mouth, and in return, she can feel Namjoonâs lips curve into a smile against her own.
Itâs better than sheâd been imagining it, really. Heâs a good kisserâfirm at the right times, soft when she needs it, careful but not cautious. He holds her jaw with one hand and keeps her right where he wants her beneath him (as if sheâd want to move, anyway).Â
When their lips finally part, he rests his forehead on hers. Itâs intimate in a way she hadnât expected, and he looks at her as if sheâs the answer to every question. Finally, he whispers, âWhatâre we doing, Piper?â His lips are still wet and pink and a little swollen from kissing, and she barely hears the questionâsheâs too busy thinking about kissing him again, about pulling his plump bottom lip between her teeth, teasing andâŚÂ
âKissing,â she says finally.Â
âWhat do you want?â he asks, sinking to his knees in front of her. And if that alone isnât an answer to his questionâŚ
âWhatever youâre willing to give,â she replies. It feels like sheâs wanted this forever, this and so much more. Once she got the idea in her head, itâs hard to know if she ever felt differently, ever truly thought they could just be friends. Or, if in the back of her mind, in the dark corners that she never lets see daylight, she always knew she wanted Namjoon. Always knew she loved him.
âand everything goes right out the fucking window.
Namjoon sits with those words for a moment. Scans the paper in his hands and frowns a little when he confirms what you already know. âThe rest is, uh. Porn.â
âThat is why weâre here.â
âLast chance to back out.â
âIâm not scared,â you lie. âAre you? Youâre the one who keeps stalling.â
He huffs. âYouâre a pain in my ass,â he retorts, and then nothing is all that funny anymore.
Because Namjoon was right: the rest is straight-up porn. Heâs barely able to read the part where he goes down on you with a straight face, turning a deep shade of crimson. Stutters through the part where you pull his hair, and that is not something you needed to know about your friend. You think he loses his grasp of language entirely when he reads, âWhen he slides a long finger into her and brushes past her most sensitive spot, she arches into him and lets his name fall from her lips in a soft cry. Piper, notorious skeptic, is a babbling, trembling mess as she gets closer to her orgasm,â because all the words are garbled together, producing nothing but gibberish. You think heâs ready to keel over and die when he reads, âNamjoon pulls away briefly, lips slick with her juices, and licks over his top one, pausing to tell her how good she tastes before he dives back in.â
âThat was nice of them to include. I appreciate their attention to detail in regards to my personal hygiene.â
âThis is so embarrassing,â he whines.
You roll your eyes good-naturedly. âGimme. Iâll finish it.â He hands over the papers immediately.
Except you regret it immediately. The words youâre staring at are not words you ever thought youâd read or recite in your entire life. Not even for a million dollars. âOh,â you say instead.
âSee? Not as easy as it looks.â
âThis is really embarrassing,â you confirm. âI might need another shot.â
âY-yeah. Alcohol sounds good.â
Namjoon staggers forward obligingly, looks completely fucked out and pliant, willing to do whatever she asks. She remembers the sounds he made when she pulled his hair, wonders if he likes being bossed around, if he wants her to tell him what to do, to be a little mean to him. Maybe itâs different from her dreams, maybe he will beg her. She wants him so badly, sheâd do anything for him. So, she pulls his briefs down to expose his absurdly large member, already mostly hard, and slaps it. Gently at first to see how heâll react, and when he shudders and jerks his hips, she does it again, a little harder.
âLook at you,â she whispers, âsuch a needy boy.âÂ
He whimpers at that, eyes pleading. âPlease, PiperâŚâ he whines.
Â
âPlease what?â
âPlease let me fuck you,â he begs.
She wants to, wants him so much, wants to feel him stretch her open, and from the looks of his cock, thick and long and drooling with precum, he could.
âShould I?â she asks. She musters all her confidence to keep the condescending tone up. It feels wrong given how desperate she is to get him inside her, but it also seems to be getting him worked up and equally as desperate. âDo you even know what to do with that big, stupid cock?âÂ
Namjoonâs cock twitches, and he begs, âIâIâll fuck you so good, PiperâŚ. I know how, I promise. Just⌠please?â
âOh my god,â the two of you say in unison.
You so badly want to ask if this is biographical. How Namjoon feels about a little degradation; what heâd do if someone actually called his cock stupid. Ifsomeone has called his cock stupid. You dare a glance at him and conclude that someoneâs had to. Namjoon just has that kind of energy.
But you canât ask because itâd be weird, so you keep reading.
âHow do you want me?â she asks softly when their lips part. Thereâs a wild look in his eyes, like heâs processing all the possible options out of everything heâs considered. And then it occurs to her. âHave you imagined this before? Thought about how youâd fuck me?â she teases him as she stands, stepping into him. Piper pushes one hand through his hair, brushing it back off of his forehead and wraps her other around his dick, squeezing a little for emphasis on her words.
âYes,â he groans as she strokes him, thumbing at the head of his cock.
âTell me what you want, then. Want me on all fours for you? Want me to show you how itâs done, to let you lay back and ride you so you donât have to put in any work?â
Namjoonâs breathing is getting heavy, pupils blown wider with each suggestion.Â
âI told you!â you shriek, laughing in between the words. âI told you IâdâŚâ And then your gloating tapers off, because what happens next has your brain malfunctioning.
âAll of that,â he whines as she lets go of his hair and brings her hand down to run a fingertip over his perineum. âWant all of that. Want to bend you over the table and fuck you right here. Hear your sounds in the microphone.â
Even in her dirtiest thoughts about him, she hadnât considered the microphone, hadnât considered recording it. When she thinks about it though, it makes sense. Namjoon is exactly the kind of person that would get off to someoneâs voice.
So, she does. She makes a show of turning around and slowly bending over the table, sliding her upper body across it carefully until she can reach her microphone and turn it on. When she says into it, âWhatâre you waiting for?â she sees over her shoulder the way that Namjoon shivers.
This is⌠not good. Youâre never going to be able to look at a microphone the same way, which is extremely not good for a person who supplements their income with a very popular podcast that requires them to speak into a microphone for extended periods of time.
This is very, very bad.
Namjoon must be thinking the same, because he lets out a strangled a-haaa thatâs less of a laugh and more a plea to God, the gods, the entire gamut of higher powers that might be able to save him. No oneâs going to, you think, staring down at the paper again. This godless piece of fanfiction will be preserved on the internet forever, will be seared into your mind forever, and no amount of praying is going to erase it.
âI should, uh. Just read the rest, yeah? Get it over with?â
âMhm. Yep. Yes, please.â
Donât say please, you almost say. You canât take it; not after what youâve just read.
So you put on a show. Steel your expression and your nerves and take it seriously. Use voices and sound effects and desperately try to stave off the awkwardness you know is inevitable because a smut fic is probably only going to end one way, and thatâs with you acting out Namjoon having an orgasm.
Maybe youâll have another one, too, if the author is nice.
Itâs sweet, she thinks, the way heâs easy for her, takes his time with her. Strokes his fingertips along her sides and kisses the back of her neck reverently. As much as she loves it, part of her hopes heâs not always like thisâhopes heâll give as good as he takes, hopes heâll put her in her place. She can feel his cock hard against the cleft of her ass, not even inside her yet, and still, she thinks about next time and the time after that.
âStill okay?â He breathes into her ear as his tip rubs against her cunt.Â
âYeahâwant you, Joon.âÂ
âNever thought Iâd hear you say those words.âÂ
âI never thought youâd record them,â she teases, eyes glancing up to the flashing light showing the mic picking up all of this as he starts his slow slide into her.Â
Piper falls even further forward when he bottoms out, letting her forehead rest on the table. Heâs whispering filth in her ear, about how he has something to prove, how sheâll never want anyone after this, how no one can fuck her the way he does.Â
She hates that heâs right.Â
Each stroke brings a new sensation: sparklers, butterflies, nerve endings on fire as he fucks into her and licks and sucks at her neck, her shoulders, her ear. Piper canât even think, and this is what people mean when they talk about being fucked stupid, she decides.Â
Itâs perfect.Â
Every time she thinks sheâs getting close again, he changes something: fucks her a little shallower, moves his hips just a little, slows down, speeds up⌠Itâs driving her crazy.Â
âCome on,â she whines. âIâm so closeâŚâ
At least she can tell he is, too. No longer able to sustain the dirty talk, heâs breathing heavily, letting out broken moans and sighs of her name. Heâs moving rhythmically now, thrusts consistently faster.Â
âOh, fuck, Piper,â he groans, âGonna cum.â
One of his hands finds her clit and he rubs careful circles over her, bringing her to her peak along with him, no more teasing.Â
When she comes, itâs with a loud moan into the studio mic, and that seems to be what tips Namjoon over the edge, too. His hips stutter into hers as he comes, her cunt clenching around him for what feels like forever.
You deserve an award, you think. An Oscar. You didnât even groan when you had to read the word âcunt,â and thatâs a feat in and of itself.
âIs it over?â Namjoon asks, words muffled by the hands covering his face.
âNot quite,â you answer. âThereâs some aftercare, and at the end you ask if Iâll piss on you.â
Namjoon gags. âI asked you whatââ
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HOLY SHIT THE NEW PATREON EPISODE????????
Posted by u/pod-shipper 4 minutes ago
NO WAY. NOOOOOOO FUCKING WAY DUDE THEREâS NO FUCKING WAY THEY DID THIS AS AN ACTUAL EPISODE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT HTE FUCK WHAT EHTU FKF DFGLKDG;L (+705)
I wasnât sure if they were messing around before, and I was quite critical of the âshippers,â but now Iâm pretty convinced. (+423)
âł weâve been telling yâall for YEARS đ¤ (+197)
âł Glad youâve seen the light, u/RandomAcorn2058! (+5)
âł ugh. they werenât messing around before and they arenât messing around now. do you guys not listen to what they say? namjoonâs been dating, and piper got out of a six-year relationship just over a year ago. if theyâve had something going on for âyearsâ that means theyâre both cheaters, and thatâs a really shitty thing to assume about them. not to mention it makes the entire point of the podcast moot. (-63)
Why do you guys think Jungkook âwasnât allowedâ to be there? (+314)
âł So they could fuck lmao itâs so obvious (+329)
âł because itâs awkward af? would you wanna read porn about yourself w all your coworkers in the room? (+2)
âł the âitâs awkwardâ excuse is sooooo lame heâs the one who found it and is the one who edited the episode, heâs gonna see it regardless. (+15)
âł Tbh Iâm more curious about how he even found it to begin with? Do they have a throuple thing going on? Like, why was he looking for smut fic about his bosses? (+38)
You do not get through recording unscathed.
You are very scathed. Perhaps the most scathed a person has ever been.
Jungkook texts the group chat sporadically throughout the week, cracking jokes and making memes at your and Namjoonâs expense which is par for the course and shouldnât have you off-kilter, but something inside you feels deeply wrong. Feels like someoneâs given you devastating news; feels like it used to back in uni when you knew youâd failed an exam and were just waiting to see how badly.
It both helps and doesnât that the internet is so invested. All the clips Jungkook keeps posting have re-doubled your Patreon numbers, and jumping up a tax bracket never hurt anyone, you included. But all of those jokes and memes largely went unanswered by both you and Namjoon, still too close to the incident to find the humor in it from the other side.
The two of you had sex.
Not literally, of course, but you figure you might as well have with the way youâre feeling. The way youâre avoiding one another. Someone wrote a story about the two of you having sex and you both read it and something about that, days later, feels really fucking unsettling.
In a bad way? You arenât sure. Itâs not like youâre mad or upset or any other synonym. You just feel⌠off. Itchy from the inside out, and thatâs far from the norm in your and Namjoonâs friendship. In all the years youâve known one another, youâve never once avoided each other, including the time youâd set him up with a close friend and he showed up 45 minutes late to their date and ghosted after.
(Unsurprisingly, that friendship had not lasted.)
Maybe itâs because Yoongi had always been there as a buffer. You arenât of the belief that men and women cannot be platonic friends, but being in a years-long committed relationship nixed a lot of awkward interactions and assumptions off the bat. Even Namjoon had known Yoongi first. Had introduced himself to you in your shared 100-level psych course with a, âHey, youâre Min Yoongiâs girlfriend, right?â because they ran in the same underground circles and Namjoon had idolized him from afar for years.
Pretty fucked up, then, that Yoongiâs off in Los Angeles with his hot new boyfriend and youâre on your couch, Holly at your feet, pointedly ignoring your texts.
âIâm gonna get a cat,â you say to the dog, trying to redirect his attention when he starts chewing on your sock again. Holly doesnât offer any input, of course, and heâs a lot like his father in that way. âI canât believe you have a stepfather. Youâre a proper child of divorce now, Min Holly.â
There are a pile of unread texts you continue to ignore in lieu of showing Holly pictures of adoptable cats. A few more memes from Jungkook, one from Namjoonâs new phone asking to move the recording date a few days because âsomething came up at work,â one from the food delivery service you admittedly use too much offering 10% off your next order, and two from Yoongi. This reminded me of you, the first one says beneath a picture of an ice cream cone on the ground, and another one of him holding a water gun that says send me a picture of my son or else.
You eventually reply back with a picture of your middle finger, Holly nothing but a blurred brown blob in the corner of the frame.
Thatâs how it goes for the better part of a week. Namjoonâs work issue lasts four days. He doesnât offer an explanation and you donât ask for one, you just wait for the all-clear text and try to quiet the nerves once you get it.
Youâve never been nervous to see Namjoon before.
The more popular the podcast became, the more money rolled in. The more money that rolled in, the more you could afford nicer things. That meant going from recording in Namjoonâs living room to a bona fide office space. Third floor, an expanse of windows and natural light, thirty-five minute commute by train.
Today, it feels more like thirty-five seconds.
You can hear Jungkookâs witch cackle from the stairwell, and your mind fills in the blanks of Namjoonâs exasperated sigh. It helps, your brain reminding you that you know these people. You know this is Jungkookâs late gym day, so heâll be in a pair of sweats and a hoodie that drowns his frame. You know that when Namjoon has work issues and feels like an inconvenience, he always shows up with two boxes of baked goods from the bakery near his place, and you know both of them will save the best donut for you.
So you walk in and Jungkookâs in a hoodie and sweats just like you expect him to be, and there are two boxes of baked goods next to the coffee machine. Both of them say hello and wave and, for all intents and purposes, everything is normal.
Except it isnât.
Because Namjoon looks⌠different.
Not in a bad way. Not in a bad way. He almost always dresses nicely, always looks polished and put-together, usually because heâs either going to or coming from campusâfitted shirts, either of the tee or dress variety, and earth-toned cardigans; tailored trousers that are sometimes corduroy; polished loafers. Sometimes, if heâs feeling extra casual, a stark white pair of tennis shoes.
Today, he wears none of those things.
No, today torture comes in the form of form-fitting jeans and a t-shirt a little oversized so he can roll the sleeves. His hair is brushed back off his face instead of parted down the middle. Heâs wearing gold jewelry that glints in the sun. A pair of off-white Converse high-tops. And, much to your horror, heâs also wearing his glasses.
According to the internet, Kim Namjoon is peak husband material, which you can usually ignore, but not when heâs wearing glasses.
You avert your gaze, convinced youâll burst into flames if you stare too long, not to mention Jungkook will notice and thatâs a ribbing youâd rather die than take. So you avert your gaze and pointedly ignore Namjoon, whoâs talking about his work crisis to no one in particular. Something about a co-worker going on an unexpectedly early paternity leave, and Namjoon being asked to cover some of his courses until they could find a more permanent fix.
Jungkook asks a question you donât catch. Because paternity leave means his co-worker and his partner had a baby, presumably via old-fashioned methods, and itâs not a direct mention of sex but itâs close enough to send you into a coughing fit you have to blame on your donut. Neither of them buy it, but Namjoon is a good enough person to look genuinely concerned. Reaches out, probably to slap your back, but the thought of him touching you is just⌠too much.
So he barely gets out an, âAre you oââ before you choke down whateverâs left in your mouth and cut him off with a, âYep, all good!â before youâre scurrying off to the opposite side of the room like a little rat.
It doesnât get any better.
Both of you are so stilted and awkward during recording that Jungkook has to be the voice of reason and call it, suggest trying again tomorrow. Luckily he has enough b-side stuff he can release if need be, Namjoonâs work emergency providing a decent cover, and he sends the two of you home for the afternoon with all the exasperation and incredulity of a disappointed parent.
Thirty-five minutes back home.
Thirty-five minutes to sit in the embarrassment of not being able to do your job. Thirty-five minutes to catastrophize and wonder what youâre going to do if you canât get it together. Namjoon will keep the podcast, of course; youâll be replaced with someone else. Maybe someone less cynical, maybe someone more, but undoubtedly a man. After this mess, you canât imagine Namjoon would want another female co-host.
But as embarrassed as you are, your traitorous brain keeps thinking about Namjoon.
Thirty-five minutes to think about his glasses and his rolled-up sleeves and the way the denim of his jeans contoured perfectly to his thighs. Thirty-five minutes to think about, âPlease let me fuck you,â he begs. Thirty-five minutes to squeeze your thighs together and overanalyze the way he stumbled over his words today; how he could barely make eye contact. Thirty-five minutes to draft a dozen resignation texts and delete them all.
You groan, head thunking against the train window. Youâll take a cold shower as soon as you get home.
Thatâll cure you.
You get home and walk Holly so long he gives up halfway through and you have to carry him back to your apartment. You take a cold shower and actually find it pleasant once the initial shock wears off, so it doesnât work to keep all your rogue Namjoon thoughts at bay. You make a simple dinner and donât think about Namjoon sitting you on the counter and having his way with you. You tuck yourself into bed far too early and consider going back to therapy, because clearly something very, very bad has happened to your psyche.
Needless to say, nothing cures you.
But itâs a new day, and youâre determined to get your shit together. Yesterday was a fluke, because youâre so normal and so capable of being in the same room as Kim Namjoon.
Exceptâyouâre not.
Jungkookâs there when you arrive, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Barely looks up at you to say hello, and barely returns it when you do. You double-check the time, because you can count on two fingers the amount of times youâve shown up and Namjoon wasnât already there, jotting down extensively-detailed notes, circling and highlighting and chasing down Jungkook to ask questions.
âWhereâs Namjoon?â
Jungkook shrugs. âDunno. Not here.â
You roll your eyes. âSuper helpful, thanks.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes right back. âYou donât pay me enough to also be his handler.â
You bite your tongue. Arguing with Jungkook means youâve already lost the war. Not worth it. But it still eases your worries a bit that he doesnât know any more than you do. That Namjoon hadnât only texted him to say why he was running late because he didnât want toâor couldnâtâtalk to you.
So you wait. And you wait and you wait and you wait. Jungkook lets you talk to people on his dating apps and tells you about his new gym routine until your eyes are glazing over. Orders food delivery for the two of you because he gets hungry after an hour and had already eaten what was left of the snacks before you arrived. Cracks a joke that isnât really a joke about calling the police, because Namjoon still hasnât shown up and he hasnât said anything and none of your texts are showing as delivered.
Youâre halfway to hour two when the office door bursts open and Namjoon stumbles through, soaked with sweat and stammering over apologies.
âI am so sorâI broke my phone again so my alarm never went off and then I missed my bus? And apparently theyâre not running the regular bus schedule today so the next one was a half-hour wait, but then IâŚâ
You donât catch the rest, because Namjoon is covered in sweat and breathing heavily and a week ago you couldâve survived this. A week ago you wouldâve cracked a joke and handed him a towel and told him to get to work. A week ago you would not have been paralyzed in your seat, transfixed on the sweat rolling down the side of his neck.
You are fucked beyond belief.
Jungkook elbows you in the ribs, bringing you back to reality. â...even paying attention?â You startle, face warming in embarrassment. Namjoon still isnât looking at you. âThis is so sad to watch,â Jungkook mumbles, and thankfully itâs only loud enough for you to hear. âLike some stupid shit you only see in nature documentaries.â
Well, you canât really argue with that, now can you?
But youâre a professional above all, so you hum an acknowledgment and take your regular seat. Pointedly ignore Jungkook. Wait for Namjoon to assume his position as well, and youâre surprised to see the space in front of him empty. No notes. No script. Thereâs just⌠nothing.
âAre you okay?â you ask, gesturing to the space in front of him when he seems confused. âI donât think Iâve ever seen you without a stack of notes in front of you.â
âI forgot them.â
âDonât think Iâve ever seen you do that, either.â
Your tone is light and airy, not at all accusing or confrontational, but Namjoonâs jaw clenches nonetheless. He scoffs, fires a shitty little, âWere you not paying attention when I was talking about what a horrible fucking morning Iâve had?â at you that makes even Jungkook flinch. A few moments of stunned silence, and then, âOh fuck, Iâm so sorry, that was rudeââ
âYeah, it was,â you agree, and all of a sudden you feel too big for your body. Feel like there are ants beneath your skin, feel like everything is wrong, and you donât want to be here anymore. âItâs fine. Letâs justââ
Namjoon looks like he wants to argue, but he just sighs and says, âIâyeah, okay.â
This is where Namjoon would usually launch into the intro, a dimpled smile already plastered on his face thatâd drop as he discussed another failed first date with that brand of self-deprecation that makes him so endearing. This is where heâd say what have you been up to, Pipe, and youâd try not to groan because how hard could it possibly be to add one more letter, another syllable, but Namjoon seems incapable of it. This is the part that, for three years, has been seamless and easy and instinctual, just two friends having a conversation.
Thereâs a red light on your microphones that indicates youâre recording. Itâs on and it mocks you, because Namjoon is not doing the intro or telling you about a failed date. He doesnât use that cringey nickname. He doesnât say anything at all. His mouth opens and shuts and no words come out. Whatâs worse is that you know exactly why he canât speak, because youâre thinking about it, too.
âSo, uh,â you begin, and Jungkook makes a gagging sound from behind you. âCome here often?â
Namjoon ignores you. âRight, right, the introâŚâ He sucks in a breath. âWelcome back to another episode of Put Him in the Trash, Iâmââ
âJoonââ
âNamjoon, and my co-host here isââ
âJoon, thatâs notââ
âPiper. Wait, why are you looking at me like that?â
âThatâs not the name of our podcast.â
âHuh?â
âYou said Put Him in the Trash.â Namjoon just blinks. âItâs Place Him Gently in the Garbage.â
âIs it? Since when?â
âSince forever?â
He looks at Jungkook, who is hiding behind his hands. âIs she right?â
A beat of silence. âI canât do this,â he half-shouts, half-whines. âAre you two going to be like this forever? Because if you are, Iâm quitting. Iâm so serious. Iâm gonna quit. I canât take it anymore. The two of you are insufferable.â Another beat of silence, before Jungkook stands at full height and lords over you and Namjoon. âForget today. Just go home and try again on Monday. This is soâIâm seriously gonna quit.â
Yoongi comes on Saturday afternoon to pick up Holly.
Yijeong isnât with him, which is almost disappointing. Now that heâs dating again, you were looking forward to seeing just how awkward it could get with the three of you in the same room, but he looks good. Refreshed. The trip clearly did a world of good for him, and you canât even bring yourself to crack a joke at his expense.
He, however, has no such hang-ups. âYou look like shit.â
âWeird way to say thank you.â You click your tongue and look down at Holly. âDo you see how your father treats me? You should bite him.â
âMy son would never. But also, thank you.â He flops onto the sofa. âYou do look like shit, though. You wanna talk about it?â
âNot with you, preferably.â
âOh, gross, is it a dating thing, then?â
âIâno.â You pause. Itâs not a dating thing, but you still feel like youâve got motion sickness whenever you think about it. How would you even begin to explain this to Yoongi, anyway? Someone wrote a porn fic about me and Namjoon. You remember Namjoon, right? Namjoon, that Iâve known and have been friends with since college. Yeah, that Namjoon. Anyway, someone wrote fanfiction about us having sex, and it fucked me up so bad I can no longer be in the same room as him.
No fucking way.
âYou look like youâre holding in a fart.â
âYou know, Iâm getting really sick of you. Did you just come here to insult me?â
He snorts, but his smirk dissipates a few seconds later, a familiar seriousness filling the void. âWeâre okay, right? Was the Yijeong thing too soon?â
âNo,â you answer immediately, leaning over to flick him on the forehead. âWeâre fine, and if youâre happy, then Iâm happy for you.â He still looks doubtful. âYou want me to start singing âI Will Always Love Youâ or something? Itâs just⌠weird work stuff.â
âDepends. Are you singing the Dolly Parton or Whitney version? And real work or podcast work?â
âPodcast work, and obviously the Whitney version.â
Yoongi seems surprised by this, eyebrows disappearing beneath his fringe. âLike, the podcast with Namjoon?â He presses his tongue into the fat of his cheek when you nod your head. âNot gonna lie, I didnât think that was possible.â
âLike I said, itâs weird. It wasnât, like, an argument or anything.â
âHow weird?â
âYouâre so fake, Min Yoongi. You act like youâre so distinguished and above drama, but really youâre just as hungry for gossip as the rest of us.â
He shrugs. âIâm not denying it.â
God help you, youâre going to rip off the band-aid. âSomeone⌠Jesus, this is so embarrassing. Someone⌠wrote? Fanfiction? About us.â
âAbout you and Namjoon?â
âYeah.â
âOh my godââ
âAbout us⌠uh. Having sex? Specifically.â
âOh my godââ
âJungkook found it and thought itâd be funny if we read it for an episode.â
âOh my god?â
âSo we did? And it was really weird, which I expected, because Iâve known Namjoon for a long time, and I never, ever thought about having sex with him because we were together and me and Namjoon are friends, so yeah, it was fucking weird. But now⌠I donât know. I canât stop thinking about it? And now we canât even be in the same room as one another.â Yoongi is a concerning shade of red. âSo our show is gonna get canceled, because we can only release b-side stuff for so long until people realize somethingâs up, and it was Namjoonâs podcast to begin with so obviously Iâll get firedââ
âOh my god, you want to fuck Namjoon.â
Yoongi sounds like a strangled cat when he says this, which does not help the way you feel like youâve been hit square in the face with a frying pan. âNo,â you argue, though it sounds more like a question. You do not want to fuck Namjoon. âNo, no. No. Itâs just because it was weird.â
âDid you forget I dated you for six years? I know what you look like when you want to fuck someone.â
âYouâre telling me you wouldnât be weird if someone wrote fanfiction about you fucking your friend?â
âNot if I didnât actually want to fuck them, no.â
âYouâre a liar. Get your dog and get out of my apartment.â
Yoongi laughs as he stands. Pats you on the back in the most condescending way youâve ever had someone pat you on the back. âLet me know how it goes. No need to give me credit for your moment of horny clarity.â
Min Yoongi is a bastard.
Unfortunately, as you come to find out, heâs also a correct bastard.
You want to fuck Namjoon.
Which is⌠not great, you have to admit, considering he can barely stand to be around you, so you take another cold shower and decide youâre going to take this to your grave. Youâre going to spend the rest of the weekend getting your shit together, and youâre going to show up on Monday and be a consummate professional. Youâre going to look at Namjoon and say, ha ha, isnât it so funny someone thought we would have sex? I donât think about it at all because I am so cool and normal about it.
Youâve got it all planned out. Youâre going to show up fifteen minutes early with your own box of pastries. Youâre going to look nice, if not a little pretentiousâmaybe a nice sweater. Youâre going to be prepared with notes of your own. You might even be nice to the villain of the week so Namjoon doesnât have to pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh at you.
And then someone knocks on your door.
You find Namjoon on the other side, and all your plans immediately go to shit.
Has he always been this tall? You canât remember. You canât remember a lot of things, including how to speak, because Yoongi had launched you into a crisis of epic proportions and now hereâs the source of it, standing right in front of you. With all of his⌠height. And thighs. And that heady, musky cologne he always wears, that you can still smell now even though thereâs an unfortunate amount of distance between you.
âUh, hi.â
You blink. âHi,â you parrot, and itâs a little insulting how one single word seems to have sucked up all of your brainpower. âNamjoon,â you tack on, not awkward at all.
âSorry to just show up,â he says, scratching at the back of his neck. Very bad idea; makes his biceps bulge. You barely swallow your whimper. âItâs justâmy phoneâs still broken, and it felt bad leaving things how we did? So I was hoping we could talk.â
Talk. Namjoon wants to talk to you. Normally: not a problem. Currently: big problem. You manage a nod, open the door wider to let him in, and you donât think about how jarring it is to have Namjoon in your space. You donât think about how your legs feel like jelly all of a sudden, or what itâd be like if Namjoon bent you over the couch, or the kitchen counter, or theâ
You cough. âDo you want anything to drink?â
âOh, sure. Maybe just some water if you have it.â
If you have it. What kind of person doesnât have water? But you tell him to make himself comfortable and get him some anyway, and you mull too long over the size of the glass. Ultimately decide on a smaller one, because if things get unbearably awkward you can excuse yourself to the kitchen to get more.
âI havenât been here in a while,â Namjoon says from the living room, and when you look up heâs sorting through a stack of books near the window. Some heâd lent you months ago, notes jotted in the corners, sticky notes in the shape of sea animals on important pages. âYou ever wind up reading this?â
The Idiot. Namjoon had raved about it when he was in the midst of his 19th century Russian phase, right after heâd read a bunch of Tolstoy and Pushkin. You shake your headâthough, judging from the title, you wonder if someone hadnât written your biography.
âItâs good. If you have the time, you should definitely give it a shot.â
âYeah, of course,â you say, handing over his water. You take a seat in an armchair, pull your knees to your chest. Namjoonâs still looking through your books, isnât looking at you, so it feels safe to say, âYou wanted to talk?â
âYeah.â He moves to sit on the floor, massive thighs spreading until heâs comfortable. Thank god he canât see the look on your face. âI just wanted to make sure weâre alright. Things have felt pretty weird since we filmed the, uh.â He coughs. âThing.â
âRight, yeah.â You realize heâs waiting for an answer, and you offer up a very rushed, âWeâre fine, Joon.â
âAre you sure?â
Yeah, youâre sure: sure you absolutely cannot be having this conversation in the safety and sanctity of your own home. Itâs tainted now, contaminated by all your uncontrolled horny thoughts about the man in front of you. Youâll have to fumigate. Might have to pick up and move, actually, or call an exorcist.
âIâm sure,â you assure him. âThe⌠thing⌠was weird, but itâs fine. Temporary.â
âDo you think we shouldnât have done it?â
Thatâs the million-dollar question, isnât it? Because, in isolation, reading a porn fic about yourselves wasnât a big deal. No one got hurt. Everyone who needed to be consulted was consulted. The episode made the two of you a lot of money, and Jungkook even promised to send some of it to the author, so your bases are beyond covered.
So, should you have done it? There wasnât a good enough reason not to, because the story itself was never the problem.
The problem is staring you right in the face. Itâs sitting on your floor, a book cracked in half at the spine and forgotten in his lap. The problem is looking at you like you hold all the answers to the universeâs secrets, and itâs no small thing to be looked at like that. The problem is that Namjoon is looking at you like that from across the room but youâre wondering what itâd look like from on top of you.
The problem is that youâve co-hosted a podcast with Namjoon for three years, have known him even longer, and youâve just realized today that you want to have sex with him.
And you canât say that, can you, because Namjoon came here to fix things which really does not lend itself to a hookup. Namjoon cares about your friendship and your working relationship so much he came here to try and salvage it, so youâre going to keep your mouth shut. Youâre going to say, âI think itâs okay that we did,â and leave it at that. Because it is okay.
Because youâre the problem.
It feels like a small victory when Namjoon sags in relief. When he exhales and says, âOkay, good, because I think so, too.â
âIt made us a lot of money,â you tack on.
Namjoonâs eyes widen as he laughs. âRight? Like, that was almost too much money. Just to watch us read porn?â
âAbout ourselves. I think that was the selling point.â
He stands. You do, too. âNever thought Iâd be doing that,â he says, returning the book to where it belongs. âDefinitely the most embarrassing thing Iâve done for money.â
âBeing a man with a podcast wasnât embarrassing enough?â
He snorts. Gets closer to the door. âHey now.â Youâre going to survive this. âThanks for entertaining me, by the way. For a second there I was really worried weâd fucked it all up.â
Just the ending. Just one more thing to say and youâll be done with this, and then you can take your third cold shower in recent memory and triple text Yoongi with a full-fledged mental breakdown. Maybe heâll bring Holly back and you can register him as your emotional support animal.
And Namjoon must sense the awkwardness thatâs crept back in, because he tries to cover it with a joke. Says, âHaaa, like youâd actually piss on me, right?â
Except it sounds like heâs got a mouth full of marbles.
Itâs no wonder you mishear him.
Because he says like youâd actually piss on me but you hear like youâd actually kiss me, and there isnât a universe that exists in which the following makes sense: you, stunned into silence in the doorframe, Namjoon saying his goodbyes, you thinking fuck it, last chance and saying, âYeah, Iâd kiss you.â
Namjoon stops dead in his tracks. âWhat?â
Your entire body is on fire. âIs, uh. Is that not what you said?â
âI donât think it matters anymore what I said.â
âIâd argue that it does, for the sake of my digniââ
âYouâd kiss me?â Namjoon⌠doesnât look put off of the idea, which is surely a point in your favor. Interesting to note that his diction is crystal clear, now. Bastard. âYouâd kiss me right now?â
Thereâs also no explanation for the way you say: âItâs only been an option for ten seconds and youâre already begging for it?â
Youâd say thereâs no explanation for the way Namjoonâs jaw clenches, the way he repeats I donât beg for anything, but maybe the simple fact is: the two of you want to fuck each other. And, judging from the way Namjoon crowds your space, keeps dropping his gaze to your mouth, it seems very likely to happen.
All that fixating youâd done on Namjoonâs thighs was wasted, you think, as you take in the shape of his mouth. His lips. The way his tongue darts out to run along the bottom at the last second before he reaches out, tilts your head up, and finally presses his mouth to yours.
And youâve got to laugh, because no piece of written fiction could ever accurately portray what it feels like. How soft his lips are. The way he touches youâgentle, but still dominant enough to have you moving the way he wants, have you backing up into your apartment so he can smile against your mouth as he closes the door behind him.
No piece of fiction would get it right, the way youâre unsteady on your feet, breathless at the way Namjoonâs kissing you. How he only breaks apart long enough to ask where do you want me in that throaty, deep voice of his. How youâre so overwhelmed you canât decide: unsure if you want to waste the time itâd take to get to your bedroom, but if itâs only going to happen once, wanting to make it count.
So you decide to risk it. Plant your hands in the middle of his exceptionally broad chest and push him in the direction of the hallway, and if the two of you canât wait, canât control yourselves, well.
But the story had gotten one thing right: Namjoon does kiss like a branding iron, hot and greedy. Namjoon kisses you like thereâs nothing else he wants to do in this lifetime, and it makes you dizzy. Has you off-kilter, stumbling into the wall as you try to remember where the fuck your bedroom is and why itâs so far. Just like the fictional version of you, you also moan when he licks into your mouth.
âShould I do it the way we did in the fic?â Namjoon asks as the two of you cross the threshold into your bedroom, a cheeky grin on his face. âDo it like this?â he questions, pushing you gently until youâre on the back in the middle of your bed, chest heaving as you lift your head to look at him.
Namjoon is so, so big from where you lay, just hovering at the foot of your bed. Cheeks ruddy, bulge prominent. âWhatâd you say you wanted?â
Takes a second to remember how to breathe, let alone what youâd read. What do you want, Namjoon had asked, right before heâd sank to his knees in front of you. âWhatever youâre willing to give,â you answer.
Namjoon smiles. Puts one knee on the bed, and the way it dips beneath his weight is unsettling. Why does he have to be so fucking large. âThatâs right, baby.â Christ, you think, because thereâs another thing that fic had gotten right. No one on earth would be immune to Namjoon calling them baby in that tone of voice.
The riposte biting at the back of your teeth gets swallowed whole as Namjoon grabs your ankles and drags you to the edge of the bed. âMay I?â he asks, hands poised above the waistline of your leggings. You nod, and Namjoon drags down your underwear with them. âFuck, look at you,â he groans, awe creeping into the edge of his words.
âYou want me to do it the same way? Hm? Youâre being awfully quiet; thought you were giving me shit about being the one in charge,â he chides.
Because youâre short-circuiting. Namjoonâs on his knees, just like youâd envisioned, and his mouth is dangerously close to your cunt. How can you be expected to think and speak under these conditions? But if Namjoon can find the brainpower to be a bastard, so can you, because what youâd read and the way heâd reacted can both never be forgotten. So you thread your hands into his hair and pull. The resulting moan is enough to sustain you for years.
âAre you gonna keep running your mouth, or are you gonna make me come on it?â
He blinks. âJesus Christ.â
Thereâs precedent. Fictional Namjoon ate you out like a man starved, like he couldnât get enough. Had fictional you writhing and insatiable, so itâs a lot to live up to, but it doesnât deter him in the slightest. He hesitates for only a second, giving you one last chance to back out before the two of you set every last boundary on fire, and then heâs settling between your thighs and making you see stars.
Now you know what itâs like. Now you donât have to rely on fiction, and it doesnât matter because itâd never compare to the way Namjoon feels as he works to bring you to your ruin. The way he flattens his tongue to lick long, thick stripes; the way his lips suction around your clit. The way it feels when he groans against your core. The way he says, âFuck, you do taste good,â like thatâs a completely normal thing to say. Like he doesnât know exactly what heâs doing to you.
But you need more and Namjoon knows it. His mouth doesnât leave your cunt for a second, but his fingers find your mouth, so you put on a show. Wrap your lips around them, suck on them the way heâs doing to you, make sure theyâre slick. Namjoon groans again, doubles his efforts. Slides one thick finger inside of you and barely lets you adjust before heâs adding a second.
In an embarrassingly short amount of time, Namjoon has you unraveling. Presses incessantly on a spot that has your vision whiting out. Has you trembling, a little panicked as you say, âJoon, fuckâNamjoon, waitââ as it builds and builds and builds.
You might black out for a second, because you come to and Namjoon looks⌠stunned. He looks like he canât believe any of what just happened, and you blink a few times, try to come back into your body, and when you regain enough consciousness, youâre extremely aware of the large wet patch beneath you.
âUmââ
âHoly shit.â
âNamjoon, thatâs notâthatâs embarrassingâcan you grab aââ
He shuts you up with a kiss. Presses the taste of you into your skin, and all those silly protests die in your throat, because if Namjoon was needy before, heâs desperate now. Covers your body with his own, hips dipping down low enough to press his erection into the juncture of your thigh, and the weight of him is delicious. Has you fisting the fabric of his t-shirt to pull him closer, has you pulling it over his head, his pants following. Has your hands skimming down every thick part of his body until you reach his cock, hard and aching and slick with pre-cum.
âI need to suck you off later,â you say, done with overthinking. Time to just be honest, and Kim Namjoon has a dick you need to feel down your throat. âRemind me.â
He whines, thrusts into your hand a little harder. âHow could I forget that?â
âDonât know. Didnât know if this would be the only time,â you answer. âDid you bring a condom?â Namjoon nods, fetches one from his wallet and rolls it on.
He hovers above you again. Looks nervous, all of a sudden, like he canât tell his lefts from his rights. All out of sorts. Youâre about to tell him itâs fine, you donât have to do anything he doesnât want to, donât have to do anything at all, when he says, âIt doesnât have to be.â You just stare. âThe only time.â
Thereâs a conversation to be had. You know that. Both of you clearly have feelings you need to talk about and sort out, but you reckon they can wait. Theyâll still be there in the afterglow, in the morning. So you nod, say okay, Joon, and kiss away the insecurities that still linger.
You think about the fic. Think maybe Namjoon would appreciate it if you cracked a stupid joke, just like heâd tried to do earlier. âHas anyone ever called your cock stupid?â
He laughs, breath fanning against your skin. âNo. Wanna try it and see what happens?â
Might as well. You try to remember the exaggerated tone of voice youâd used. Repeat the lineââDo you even know what to do with that big, stupid cock?ââand wait.
Thereâs a beat of silence, and thenâ
Namjoon swallows thickly. âI, um. Unfortunately, I think that really works for me.â You laugh. Pull him closer. Wrap your legs around his waist as he starts to move against you. Has jokes of his own. âPlease. Please let me fuck you.â
You roll your eyes, laugh tapering into a giggle. âDo you know how?â Namjoon nods, looking all too much like a puppy eager to please its owner. âDo you promise?â He nods again. âOkay. Okay, come here.â
You expect him to move fast; expect the first time to be frenzied and a little awkward. It isnât. Namjoon lines himself up and pushes the smallest bit inside, and then heâs leaning down to kiss you. Threads your fingers together, squeezes your hand. Pushes further inside and mumbles praise just beneath your ear.
Itâs dizzying, the amount of care Namjoon handles you with. How soft he is. Does nothing to ease the discomfort of the stretch, the overwhelming fullness, but he talks you through it. Tells you how good you feel, how beautiful you look. Spills a lot of words youâd probably be embarrassed to hear and heâd be embarrassed to say if this was any other time, but in the heat of the moment it all just works to unravel you faster.
He bottoms out. âOkay?â he asks, and youâre rewarded with a dimpled smile when you say you are. Namjoon is a devastating kind of beautiful.
But, as he gives you time to adjust and you give him the all-clear, he also fucks like a demon. What once was hand-holding is now your wrists pinned to the bed, your body caged beneath him as he rolls his hips at a pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head. Youâve been deceived. Lured into a false sense of security.
Itâs almost a shame this isnât being recorded, because you want to memorize all the sounds Namjoonâs making. Want to hear them for the rest of your life. Donât want anyone else to be the reason he sounds like this, and as he ups his pace and presses his lips to your neck, you donât want to sound like this because of anyone else, either.
Maybe one of those times in the future, you can talk him into it.
Namjoon reaches down, rubs circles into your clit. Every time you think you might be close, he pulls his hand away, smiles like the devil. You let him have his fun for a while, let him think youâre keen to lie back and take it, and then you tighten your legs around his waist and flip him onto his back.
He doesnât think itâs very funny. Looks up at you all bewildered. âWhatâre youââ
âYou were taking too long,â you snark. âFigured Iâd take matters into my own hands.â
âYeah? Shit,â he says as you begin to move. âFuck, baby, like that. Ride me just like that.â
You do. Donât change a thing, because Namjoonâs cock is long and thick enough to hit exactly where you need it to. You can feel yourself clenching, feel yourself getting wetter, and the sight of Namjoon beneath you does nothing to stave off the inevitable. He looks even better than youâd imagined: skin flushed, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, sweat-slick. You want to make him cry. Want to give him the entire world. You will.
Namjoon thrusts at the same time you roll your hips, and thatâs what does it. Has you crying out, has stars flashing behind your eyelids. Has you saying fuck, fuck, fuck as he drives you over the edge for the second time. Has you on the brink of oversensitive as he thrusts a few more times to chase his own end, almost delirious at the way Namjoon moans as he spills into the condom.
Has you swooning, just a bit, at the dopey way Namjoon smiles at you, eyes half-lidded and crinkled at the corners.
âWas that okay?â
You snort. âYeah, Iâd say it was decent.â
âMaybe next time you could pee on me,â he jokes.
You whack him on the chest. âSure. Or we could record it.â
Has you a little shocked at the way his cock twitches inside of you at the mention of it.
On Monday, you donât wear a pretentious sweater.
When you stroll in, Jungkookâs already got the best donut shoved halfway into his mouth because heâs a shithead. He eyes you warily, probably hoping with all his hope that you spent the weekend finding God and getting your shit together.
And then he realizes youâve got on Namjoonâs hoodie and he nearly chokes to death.
âWhat the fuck are you wearingââ
Namjoon appears at that very moment, and itâs so hard not to take credit for the way heâs glowing, the dazed smile on his face. But Jungkook notices, because Jungkook notices everything, and his gaze darts between the two of you: your hoodie, Namjoonâs face, your face. He opens his mouth, something inappropriate bound to spill out, but Namjoon beats him to the punch. âReady?â he asks you, and you nod.
Itâs seamless.
No hiccups, no awkward stuttering. Namjoon gets through the intro without a hitch, and it feels exactly like it used to. Just two friends having a conversation. Itâs obvious Jungkook still wants to say something, but after suffering through last week, he stays quiet lest he makes it worse and sends the two of you back to the bad place.
âHow was your weekend, Pipe? Do anything fun?â Namjoon rolls his lips, tries not to laugh.
So you play along. âNo, not really, just some dog sitting. How about you?â
âOh, you know me. Had another first date on Saturday.â
âDid you? Howâd it go?â
âPerfect.â
Itâs a blessing Jungkook isnât filming this, because your eyebrows raise so far they nearly disappear from your face altogether. There isnât even a hint of hesitation in Namjoonâs voice, and although you wouldâve described it the same way, hearing him say it with such conviction has you a little stunned. âWow. You gonna see her again?â
âYeah,â Namjoon says, sharing a private smile with you. âI think I am.â
who the FUCK is namjoon dating
Posted by u/pod-shipper 7 minutes ago
This has honestly ruined my entire day. I thought all the stories he told about dating were a bit⌠Like, what kind of guy has a podcast about relationships but canât seem to be in one? But you could just HEAR it in his voice how much he likes this woman he went on a date with over the weekend and Iâm sick to my stomach. (+2195)
âł bro you and me both đ i genuinely thought him and piper had something going on fr (+1302)
âł Seriously might stop listening because of this! Any woman with self-respect would never let their partner host a podcast with someone theyâre obviously in love with. If he gets serious with this woman, Piper will be gone within 6 months, mark my words. (+927)
âł I wouldnât worry about it too much! My cousin works at a really nice restaurant in the same city Namjoon lives in, and she said she saw this âdateâ on Saturday and that it wasnât anything serious. (+788)
âł Piper got a cat and Namjoon finally got a second date. Face it, itâs over. (+325)
âł cannot believe him and piper arenât dating.. do you think i should delete all my tiktok edits? (+4)
âł this is unhinged lmfao i thought yâall hated piper? youâre in here bitching abt her being a âmisandristâ every week and now ur gonna stop listening bc namjoon isnât dating her? pick a lane and stay in it (-64)
Thank you so much for reading! I'd love to hear your thoughts, and reblogs/shares are always welcome! I appreciate you very much~ âĄ
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â dating nishimura ni-ki ! (fluff) đď¸đŚđŞźđ¸ď¸
a/n: this is more of a drabble with a small scenario! hope you guys enjoy! not writing smut for riki !! this is so incomplete and ass but i have sm motivation rn, not gonna put that to waste !!
warnings & content: enemies to lovers! cursing, niki and reader bicker a lot in a loving way. a few kisses here and there. height difference (riki is taller).
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you and riki love each other to death. it's almost so painful with how the two of you guys are so attached to each other.
it wasnât so smooth in the start, you guys were classmates that always threw snide remarks to each other. you guys nearly chewed each others ears off!
riki's fellow bandmates would always hear him come home to complain about things you did that bothered him! but everyone knew that it was because he was hiding his painfully obvious crush on you.
honestly, you forgot why you guys did that. now when you and riki think back to it, it gives you guys a good laugh, being in one the most healthiest and loving relationships ever.
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"riki you should wear these pink sunglasses! you would look so cute with them on!" reaching up to place them on him.
"FAWK NO!" he emphasizes his words, a silly accent thrown along with his voice, not watching the volume of his voice in the store.
heeseung takes a look at the both of you guys and shakes his head releasing a exasperated sigh. still even after dating, you guys bicker like an old married couple!
both of you and riki knowing his deep hatred for the color pink. but pink was your favorite color :( the only time ni-ki didn't mind the color pink was when it came to you, he was so glad you were his gf, you came into his life and changed his perspective on so many things.
"what is your hatred against pink?" you ask, glaring at riki for taking off the pink glasses off himself so quickly, faster than the blink of an eye. "it's just.. pink. i don't like it!" he responds. "the most shocking discovery of the century! nishimura riki doesn't like the color pink! i'm in such distress!" you sarcastically yell out, now it's your turn, not caring about the volume of YOUR voice in the store.
the fellow enhypen members looking thru the clothes and glasses, pretending they don't hear your guys' pointless bickering.
"i told you your oreo hair was the best era! and you're just now youâre realizing it?!" you say, a string of pointless points being stammered to each, both you and riki.
"i think you guys should watch your volume in this store. after all, we're not the only people here.." jake murmurs by you and riki. "no need to argue anymore.." sunoo adds on.
"who said that we were arguing!" both you and ni-ki argue back at the same time. you both throw a smile to each other.
"wanna get boba across the street riki?" you ask, riki and you completely forgetting the fact you two were practically chewing each others ear off for the past 11 minutes.
"hell yeah! you don't even have to ask. it's on me." he responds.
you smile in response to your boyfriend, tippy toe-ing to place a small peck on his lips, reaching out your hand to grab his and skip out the store happily, leading him to the boba shop.
riki turns around as you are happily leading to the exit of the store, to jake and sunoo, "we locked in for real." he mouths to them, turning his body back around to skip with you.
both jake and sunoo stare at each other in disbelief.
it's the way you guys can argue so angrily with each other but then the next second act like nothing ever happened.
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Iâve been thinking about in-universe media so. Heh. Why donât we tumblrify the ending of the rottmnt movie
Update: hereâs part 2 and 3+3.5
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Nice knowing you guys
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Wtf??? Where do you live?
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You canât just ask someone where they live
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op must be from new york. iâve been trying to text my sister who lives there all day and when she finally gets back to me, itâs to send me a photo of her being chased by some weird??? fleshy???? car? i think the pink stuff was growing inside of it?
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The hell is happening in your city?
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The end of the world
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Where else would you learn that?
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Alien invasion???? This is not how Jupiter Jim said it would go
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So who had alien invasion on the 2020 apocalypse bingo card
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At this point no one is surprisedÂ
#give it two months. somehow something will find a way to top this
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I lived bitch
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Context?
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No â¨
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Sorry everyone  ::> ︾ <:: No more art until my hands are healed up. Doctorâs orders
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Are you okay? đĽşđĽşđ
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⥠⥠Achy. But I realllllly want to drawwwwwww
#I have so many ideas right now #currently trying and failing to draw with feet #but I am determinedÂ
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Time to storm Area 51 again
#they canât stop all of us #look I just want to see aliens in person okay #if they canât invade my city then whatâs the point #I know they have to be keeping some of those pink blobs in there
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Hello
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JUNIOR! HELLO
I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE INTERNET
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Itâs Senseiâs fault
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#I?????? #donât just look at me it was purple too
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I smell the scent of betrayal in the air.
#not science posting #blue Iâm looking at you
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You are a time traveller sent back to stop the apocalypse before it ever began. Only problem is: you arenât sent back far enough.
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RelatableÂ
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Umm???
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Day 3667 of me posting: no
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Wow this blog is dedicated
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Why do aliens always invade NYC? Whatâs so special? Why donât they ever invade Las Vegas huh? What about Boston? Where are my aliens in D.C? So many cities and youâre telling me they chose New York? If aliens really did invade I bet you they wouldnât even come near it
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This post⌠aged
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Pay up op
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thereâs something weird going on in this city. remember that time at the stadium? suddenly itâs a free for all on world domination i swear
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I thought the whole stadium thing was a publicity stunt
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I thought that was a rogue cosplayerÂ
#for real though. What even happened to them?
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đyes-the-earth-is-flat Follow
Wow. So tumblr thinks it can gaslight me int thinking aliens exits huh? Well think again
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Stop bringing up my username. You know im right
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NO, MY KEYBOARD IS NOT STUCK LIKE THIS. EVERY LETTER I TYPE IS AS IT IS MEANT TO BE SAID. WITH PURPOSE AND VOLUME.
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IF MY USERNAME COULD BE IN CAPITALS YOU KNOW IT WOULD BEÂ
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I can help with this
#give me one minute and some flavourless juice
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My apartment was almost flattened by a giant freakin robot a few years back. And now aliens????? Iâm moving
#guys Iâm just. So. Done with all of this
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So did the aliens just up and leave? Whatâs the story here?
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There have been various sightings of lights across the sky. I have not been able to find any reliable sources on the cause, but the general consensus is the lights pushed the aliens back where they came from.Â
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This photo of some person swinging around the city has been making rounds on twitter
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Pretty lights and vigilantes?Â
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So what are we calling these aliens? They need a cool, alien sounding name âcuz all Iâve been seeing around is âland squidsâ, âbrain goopâ and shoutout to that one discord user who used the words âpink gelatinous parsnipâ to describe them.
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Have they ever seen a parsnip before?
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What about Utroms? They kinda look like the aliens from Jupiter Jimâs Last Trip to the Moon 9
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Isnât your fandom super dead?
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Say that to our 80+ movies. Your faves could neverÂ
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Fandom still going strong đŞÂ
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Why does everyone keep on calling them aliens? Are we sure theyâre not just failed government test subjects? Havenât there been mutant sightings in NYC before?
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Sorry, mutants???
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Nah itâs defo aliens
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#so far 3 votes for Utroms and 22 for parsnips #sigh
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Children are terrifyingÂ
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Agreed. But I feel like thereâs a story here
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Was walking back from work, and I was like nearly home right? I turn a corner and there: a sea of cheering girl scouts. Who are they cheering on you ask? Their⌠cult (?) leader? Tearing one of those aliens apart with her bare hands. And the kids are just laughing and some are even joining in? They must have nerves of steel
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Woah
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@Â Â HOCKEYORDEATH Hey look at this
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Set a profile picture because apparently everyoneâs blocking me thinking Iâm a bot?
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Sorry CJ
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asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the sunshine âď¸Â Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know they make you happy
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Aww, hey Orange
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Hey, whereâs my ask
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Orange?
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OhÂ
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asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the bugs đŞłÂ Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know theyâre bugging you
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Two can play at this game
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Jk âď¸âď¸âď¸
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I remember the good old days on tumblr. Back when my brothers didnât know the name of my account. Back when they didnât bug me in my inbox
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Then make another one?
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Gasp. And leave behind a username such as this? Iâm attached.
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What about your sister?
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Youâre fine
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FavouritismÂ
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Whoever you heroes are
Thank you. Â
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#I donât know how you did it. Or what you even look like #but one thing is for sure and thatâs that you are heroesÂ
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Body To Flame - A. Anderson
Kinks/Warnings: Rough sex, predator/prey dynamics, light bondage, strap-on sex/use, dacryphilia, light dumbification, degrading/humiliation, sub/dom dynamics (sub!reader, dom!abby), knife play, spit play, impact play, cum eating, throat fucking, voyeurism, strap referred to as âcockâ, pet names, AFAB reader
đď¸ Sora Says: CHAT! I worked really hard on this (took multiple breaks from being distracted by Lucy Dacus) and I think it turned out kinda good! Please donât kill me if this is super dark. đ I just think Iâm into some weird shit and in turn, this appears out of the works! I wanted to release something with all the free time I had so this is it! Okay damn lemme stop rambling.. YIKES!!!
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Running through the thick, luscious forest and taking in its greenery, you only had one goal in mind â outrun Abby before she gets you. Adrenaline pumps through your veins in a way it never had before. It was exciting on both ends; Abby giving you a head start while slowly creeping up on you, and you trying to escape her grasp.
Leaves crunch under your shoes as you run, your legs screaming in pain as you huff with effort. You take a second to catch your breath, leaning against a large willow tree while the forest continues making sounds around you. The hum of crickets, the chirps of some other animals and the faint flow of water combines and makes a beautiful sound â almost a perfect juxtaposition of the predicament you were in.
The tranquility didnât last long as you heard heavy footfall behind you. Every sense in your body screams for you to run. So your body moves on autopilot, bolting off in another direction.Â
Abby gets a thrill from the chase, a slight hint of amusement appearing on her face as she breathes somewhat heavily.Â
Though youâd been two steps ahead of the girl, she was faster. Her big arms wrap around you, bringing you in her clutch as you pretend to struggle.
âQuit fucking squirming. Donât pretend you donât want this.â Abby barks, holding you tightly. âLeave me alone!â You shout. âOh but baby, you wouldnât want that would you?â She retorted. You stay silent. âThatâs what I thought.â
Abby then pushes you to your knees, before walking behind you. âGotta ensure you donât run from me now. Iâd be really sad if you ran from me.â Her belt comes undone before she pulls it off.
With an agonizingly slow pace, she bounds your hands behind your back. She pulls the belt extra tight before walking back infront of you. The bulge in her cargo pants was definitely prominent and it made you salivate.
She takes notice of the expression on your face and she smirks slightly. A hand comes down to slightly caress your face. âIâm gonna fuck your throat and youâre gonna take it like a good girl. Got it?â She asks, somewhat sharp in tone.
You nod, of course, and she wastes no time to pull off her boxers and pants. Her fingers slowly intertwine with your hair, grabbing into a makeshift ponytail. Your mouth opens without her even having to tell you to do so.
She started off slow, listening to each sound as she slowly worked its length into your mouth. She groans as if she can feel it. She wishes she could. âTakinâ it so fucking good for me baby.â She mumbles under her breath between breaths and moans.
She becomes absolutely feral for it, seeing you on your knees like this, taking her cock so good. How could she not wanna do nasty shit to you?
âGonna cum down your stupid fucking throat, yeah, ân youâre gonna fucking take it for me, baby.â Abby speeds up her pace, feeling some kind of euphoric feeling. Could she have just cum from this sight alone? Probably. Hell, she might even do that right now.Â
The occasional bump on her clit from her strap was only moving her to go slightly faster. âLook like such a whore on your knees like this. Cryinâ for me and shit.â She spat, tossing her head back. Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as the strap hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly.
Abby looks down at you before she slightly smiles. âSo pretty crying for me.â She seems to be getting a kick out of seeing you cry for her. And you were definitely certain of it when her breathing became faster and her moans got higher.
She was about to cum, and god was she close. With a few more harsh thrusts, sheâd made a mess of herself. âTake my cum down that pretty throat.â She grumbles. Yet again, she tosses her head back as the aftershocks of her orgasm pass through her body.
But she was far from done. She stands you up, before leaning in to kiss you. It was hungry, it was needy, and it definitely made you moan and whine into her mouth. Her tongue intruded into your mouth, sliding against yours before she pulled away.
Opening your mouth with her thumb against your bottom lip, she instructed you to stick your tongue out. From there, she spits in your mouth.
âGo ahead and swallow it for me.â She says, harshly patting your cheek. You swallow it eagerly. You look her in the eyes all needy and she knows it. She knows youâre probably soaking wet right now.
âYou need to be fucked donât you baby?â She asks, cocking her head to one side. âReally bad, Abby.â You whine. A dark look twists itself onto her face. âBeg for it. Be nice and loud for me. And tell me exactly where you need me.â
It was embarrassing in a way to do this. She always made you do this. âCmon, you know what I need. Just give it to me.â You say while looking up at her. âNo, I donât. You gotta tell me. Canât read your mind.â Abby responds, chuckling at how needy you are. âSo stupid and needy that you canât even tell me what you need. How sad.â The faux sympathy was hard to ignore.
âNeed you inside me. I wanna be filled up by you. I want your cock so bad, Abby. Please.â You whine yet again. âThere she is. I knew you had it in you.â She coos.
Abby then proceeds to manhandle you, pushing you onto the ground with your ass in the air, and now sheâs on her knees behind you. Your back forms a deep arch as she yanks your pants down.
The click of her switchblade could be heard behind you. It makes your heart race with anticipation. The cool steel of the blade makes contact with your exposed thigh. Slowly, she drags it up and up. It causes you to squirm. âKeep still. Donât wanna have to make you bleed.â She instructed.
The blade finds itself under the fabric of your underwear. Abby drags the blade up until the fabric rips. The now torn fabric falls off your body, exposing your wet cunt.
âLook at her, sheâs crying for me.â She teased, taking in the sight. She continued dragging her switchblade across your inner thighs until you were whining for her.
âAbby please. I dont wanna be teased anymore.â You say, almost crying from how bad you need it. Abby shushes you. âLemme have my fun first.â
It feels like sheâd been teasing you for what felt like hours before you finally heard shifting behind you. Abby spits on her hand before coating her strap in it. She drags her cock against your slit, listening to your desperate little whines.
When she notices you trying to push yourself down onto it, she harshly slaps your ass, making you whine loudly. âNuh uh princess, wait till I give it to you.â She said while rubbing the spot sheâd smacked. Now she makes you wait even longer before she pushes it into you. At first she doesnât move.
Sheâs still as if sheâd been calculating her next move. When youâd least expected it, she begins thrusting slow and deep. You moan loudly, your hands balling into fists, making crescents on the palms of your hands.
Her hands smooth over the globes of your ass before returning to your hips. âFaster please. I need it.â You say between moans. âBeg me properly.â She growls, keeping her pace steady.
âPlease fuck me harder and faster, miss. I need it really badly. I wanna cum for you.â You whine out. âThatâs a good girl.â Her thrusts pick up in speed, as you asked. She reached a hand around to vigorously rub your clit.
Youâre whining and gasping, almost screaming her name while she continues fucking you. Sheâs hitting your g-spot and you feel like youâre in heaven.
A string of curses fall from your lips, ragged and broken, as she continues with her unrelenting pace. âYeah? You needed it all hard like this. Anyone could just walk past and hear how fucking loud you are.â Abby says, grunting slightly. The idea was thrilling. Absolutely thrilling to the both of you.Â
She gives your ass another smack. âGoddamn baby, you hear how wet this pussy is for me? And sheâs sucking me in? This pussy was just made for me, wasnât it?â She sounded absolutely feral for you. âYes! Itâs all yoursâ fuckfuckfuck, feels sâgood!â You moan, your eyes rolling back slightly. âDamn right its all mine. You belong to me and nobody else.â
Wet squelching fills Abbyâs ears, taking over her senses. Sheâs absolutely pussy drunk from you. She couldnât get enough. She looks down at you, cursing softly.Â
âTaking it so good for me. Making such a mess all over my cock baby.â She mumbles under her breath. She, at this point, wishes she could feel you. The way you were begging for her to cum inside of you encourages her movements.
Going faster, she watches you get dumber and dumber. Your moans are significantly louder and your babbling. ââM so close Abby! Please donât stop. Wanna cum for you.â You moan loudly, and she groans. Her pussy was soaking again. Youâd made her this way.
âGonna make you go stupid for me.â She promises. Your hands ball up tighter while your orgasm builds up in your stomach.
âIâm cumming! Donât fucking stop!â You say, screaming almost. âCum for me then, pretty girl.â Abby says softly.Â
The orgasm washed through your body as you came all over her. Your legs shake slightly as she helps you ride through your orgasm. Your chest rises and falls as you moan.
She takes the belt off of your wrists before she pulls out, looking at the mess between your legs.
âWhat a messy bitch.â She says, then going in to clean you up with her tongue. You were still quite sensitive, everytime her tongue grazed over your clit you mewled out and squirmed. âGotta clean you up baby, keep still for me.â She whispers. She laps at your cum, savoring the taste and letting out little moans. Once sheâd had enough, the two of you take a second before getting up.
She was far from done with you, and you knew that you. Thatâs why she hauls ass back to her car while holding your hand. You look down at her back pocket, seeing your torn underwear. Your face heats up, but you pretend not to notice. Abby was already saying what she planned to do to you when youâd arrived back home.Â
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summâŠry âââ As rehearsals and promotions for your big collab stage with Enhypen become progressively more intense, you and Niki face challenges that might effect your secret relationship and standing with the company...
pâŠiring âââ idol!niki x popstar!reader PREVIOUSLY
contâŠins âââ band au, fluff, secret romance, kissing + a slightly heated make-out scene, mild bullying, LOTS of drama, reader is younger than Niki, 3.6k words
It felt strange having your hair, makeup, and clothes managed by someone else, especially in such a meticulous way.
Today was the big day of the Riot Grrlz x Enhypen fan meeting that Hybe was hosting in honor of your upcoming collaboration stage, the event acting as some sort of promotional.
The fashion theme for the day, as decided by the likes of an online poll distributed by Enhypen's Instagram account, was 'Schoolgirl / Schoolboy,' which meant everyone would be dressed in plaid neck ties and neatly-ironed button-down blazers.
âThis'll have to do,â murmured one of the makeup artist's on duty, simply dusting you with a bit of blush, some gloss, and shimmery eye shadow because they couldn't find a foundation shade that matched your skin color.
âI can't find my contact solution!â Serenity exclaimed frantically in the dressing studio, searching through her sparkly teal duffle bag for the fifth time this hour.
Of course none of you were willing to assist her on the aimless contact solution hunt, especially not with the way she verbally harassed the makeup crew for not "lining her eyes right."
âJust let it go, Ren,â Sunghoon said with an annoyed sigh, âthe stylists are making all of us wear glasses for the concept today anyways...â
âOkay first of all, don't call me by my nickname. Second, it's not my vision I'm worried about, but my image,â she clarified matter-of-factly, âI wanna impress the Korean fans with a big and bright boba eye moment...â
âYou have sooo many problems,â Jade added with a similar irritation, rolling her eyes at the diva before a hairstylist ran over to clip in another track of fake hair.
âTell me about it,â Serenity huffed despairingly, sticking her arms out like a scarecrow as the fashion crew adjusted the belt around her waist.
âLet's just try and maintain a good mood before the meeting guys,â you started optimistically amongst the tension, âthe fans might pick up on our bad energy if we all show up pouting like this...â
âEasy for you to say,â Niki replied teasingly, âyou slept like a baby last night⌠meanwhile, you kept me up with your insistent snoringâŚâ
âDid not,â you whined in protest, looking back at his attractively playful expression, âitâs not my fault that the stories you tell in your groggy bedtime voice are so relaxing.â
Niki meant to reply but was rudely interrupted by Serenityâs stinky attitude, âAww, late night bonding moment, I see? Hope a little âstory timeâ was as far as it got for you two lovebirds...â
You and Niki shook your heads in unison at her senseless comment, the rest of Enhypen and your band mates soon rushing out of the dressing room and outside to the awaiting limousine as the schedule manager directed.
âMake sure you have everything you need, guys! Weâre running a bit behind on time and canât afford any more set-backs,â exclaimed a tall, broad man in athletic wear, a black Hybe hat topping off his look.
âGot it, sir,â Jungwon replied politely, double-checking his leather cross-body bag before stepping into the vehicle, the rest of you following after him.
You didnât expect to see Miss Kim in the front seat with the chauffeur, but you greeted her nonetheless.
âMorning, Miss Kim!,â You and Hearin started enthusiastically.
âMorning, Riot Grrlz,â she returned while not looking at any of you, writing hasty yet neat notes down on her clipboard, âIâll be bold and assume you ladies have never attended any sort of fan event, correct?â
âY-yes, that is correct,â Jade answered before you, crossing her legs in her seat, âthisâll be our very first experience todayâŚâ
âOh, thatâs cool for you then, isnât it? Donât worry if you donât know what to say or do, by the way... just copy us,â you heard Heeseung encourage somewhere behind you, but your mind was more focused on the way Nikiâs hand accidentally brushed against yours while you two glared out of the same window...
Accidentally⌠maybeâŚ
âI was just getting around to that, Heeseung,â Miss Kim continued after clearing her coffee-stained throat, âKorean fans as a whole are pretty cutthroat, and whether youâre a foreigner or not, they expect you to present yourself a certain wayâŚâ
âPerfect,â Sunoo thought out loud, âthey expect you to be perfectâŚâ
âThatâs just the way this idol life goes, I'm afraid,â Jungwon sighed from his seat, not empathetically, but in a realistic sense.
âEither way, you girls should be safe to mirror whatever the boys are doing if you ever feel confusedâŚâ Miss Kim trailed off, the limo being just a few feet from reaching the fan meeting center, âGood luck today, you all.â
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Things were turning out surprisingly smooth at the event, to say the least.
Needless to mention, you and Niki stayed pretty close the entire time, and the fans seemed to be amused by your attempt at famous duo heart poses with him.
âJust extend your hand like this,â he instructed while giggling, watching as your overhead heart ended up looking more like an oval to the audience.
Serenity was received as a fan favorite, too, her âboba eyeâ look captivating the male attendees while others were more entertained in her beginner Korean skills.
âHwaiting,â she exclaimed confidently before the fans one too many times for your tolerance, Sunghoonâs face clearly showing just how much he was enjoying not being the cringiest person in the room for once.
Or, at least that was until an older fan requested that he and Sunoo sing and dance to the infamous aeygo Ottoke song for good luck at the show tomorrow.
âThe things we do for engene,â the two boys collectively thought to themselves while fastening coquette bunny ears atop their heads, hoping that their enthusiasm would override the embarrassment.
It was all just such a culture shock for you and your group.
âUhhh, a little help here?â Haerin worriedly called out to Jake as a particularly excited Korean fan approached her with a lot to say that she could barely understand.
âOh- allow me,â Jake offered between the language barrier, translating to Haerin what the fan was trying to tell her.
âShe thinks Iâm a what now?â
âA K-pop Idol, mostly because of your trendy look today,â Jungwon giggled warmly, âthe prophesied eighth member of Enhypen, in fact...â
Haerin laughed with both embarrassment and flattery, trying her best to explain to the young fan that she was a member of the Riot Grrlz and Riot Grrlz only.
Interactive activities continued just as well after this, the event nearing its end as you and Niki did a few TikTok dance challenges for the fans on stage.
Dance challenges that you had practiced with him in eery hours of the night, or whenever you two were left alone in the dance studio.
That, alongside other things too⌠like stealing sweet kisses here and there⌠or nearly melting while staring into each others love struck eyesâ
â____, right?â A fan asked, approaching you with a blue marker and square of paper.
âYes, thatâs me. Nice to meet you,â you returned, keeping eye contact with her, despite the dark shades she wore.
âNice to meet you, too! I have so many questions to ask you about what itâs like working with Enhypen!⌠and I really like your hair, too! The highlights look really nice with your outfit hehe⌠ALSO, I've been listening to a lot of your groups songs recently, and my favorite has to be the main track from your most recent album, itâs so unique!âŚâ the fans voice eventually trailed off shyly.
âOh my goodness, sorry for rambling!! Uhmmm, can I get your autograph by any chance?â
âAww, thank you,â you smiled brightly, âand itâs okay! I find it cute how interested you are in my experience and musicâŚâ
Your hand reached out to grab the marker from her grasp, your body leaning forward slightly as you signed your name on the photo, resting your weight on the desk before you.
So lost in the moment, you didnât even realize that the photo you had just signed was one of you and Niki hanging out just outside of Yeouido Park the other night.
It was impossible to hold back the gasp that escaped your throat at the realization, your finger loosing its grip around the marker as your stunned eyes met her knowing ones.
âLook like youâve seen a ghost,â she chuckled in a facetiously sweet tone, you and her hands fighting over the now autographed-polaroid before your grip overthrew hers.
âWhere did you get thatââ
âYour secretâs safe with me, alright?â She interrupted with a sharp whisper, âSo long as you work on distancing yourself from Niki moving forwardâŚâ
You blinked in feigned confusion at her words, âI donât know what youâre talking about, weâre just colleaguesââ
âAnd heâs an idol,â she cut in again, âidols donât belong to silly American girls like you⌠you donât even belong in our worldâŚâ
At this point, you're certain she could see how upset you were with her, and you didn't even care to hide it. âEveryone has welcomed me here, expect for you⌠and to what gain? Iâm here with my band solely for work purposes, and I can assure you there is nothing you have to worry about concerning my professionalism.â
Your strong reply seemed to have rubbed her the wrong way, one of her hands fastening the bag over her shoulder while the other adjusted the glasses sitting at her nose.
âThank you for your time,â she nearly growled at you, that same phony smile plastered to her lips before she hurriedly walked away, disappearing into the crowd of fans.
You let out a breath that you didn't even know you'd been holding, trying to calm yourself down before anyone noticed the silent commotion that had occurred on your side of the meeting booth.
All you could do was hope that this was the only copy or evidence of you and Niki hanging out that night as you folded the paper into a small square, tucking it under your sleeve in a way that no one would notice.
Above all though, you were just glad that the event was coming to an end soon, a few on-set staff members already helping to put away some stage props, meanwhile Sunoo, Heeseung, and Jade helped themselves to bringing along some gifts from fans.
âHey... uhm, Heeseung? Can I-â
âYes, Jade,â Heeseung answered with a giggle, âyou can have all of my kitty plush gifts...â
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The limo ride back to the HYBE building was quiet, the sole thought roaming in the back of your mind being that one fan's cruel wordsâŚ
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It wasnât like you were trying to infiltrate the world of K-pop.
You and your group were simply expanding your collab horizons upon being invited, and it seriously boggled you how anyone would have a problem with thatâ
âKnock knock,â Niki said with a smile in his voice from behind the door to your private backstage dressing room, waiting for your cue that it was safe for him to come in.
âYou can come in, Niki,â you replied softly, standing in front of the body length wall mirror while struggling to fix your hair into a suitable style for the stage practice in a few minutes.
âHi,â you greeted again once he reached you, watching as his eyes traced your reflection, almost immediately picking up on your nervous demeanor.
âYou did great today, ____, yâknow that?â He started with a low voice, guiding your stressed hands away from your head and resting them at your sides.
âNiki, I have to get readyââ
âAnd you already look more than prepared,â he encouraged, securing his hands around your waist before leaving a kiss below your ear, âgorgeous, even...â
âThanks,â you answered shyly, somehow already feeling a bit better about things now that he was near you.
âSo. Are you gonna tell me whatâs got you upset or are we gonna make this a guessing game?â He teased, making you chuckle a bit as his attempt to cheer you up.
Your eyes fell to the floor, his grip on you loosening as a little sigh escaped your freshly glossed lips.
âA fanâŚ,â you began quietly, âat the meeting today⌠she asked me to sign this photo.â
Reaching into your bra, you pulled out the mysterious square photo and watched with a pout as Niki carefully unfolded it from each corner.
âI⌠I donât understandâŚâ he stuttered, eyes glazing over the sight of you and him holding hands at the firework show that night.
âI know, itâs my fault thatââ
âNoâŚ,â he interrupted your words before meeting your guilt-ridden eyes, âI donât understand why youâre letting this get to youâŚâ
âExcuse me?â You asked with a confused expression, âif something like this gets out, it could ruin both of our careers, yâknow?â
âSure,â he responded nonchalantly with a shrug, âbut I couldnât care less about some jealous sasaengâs creepy little photo fest⌠by now, itâs gonna take a lot more than an innocent, harmless photo of us hanging out to make me question our status in this field.â
âYou never take anything seriously, Nishimura,â you smiled with a sigh, shaking your head as you watched his fingers tear the photo to pieces.
âWell youâre definitely an exception to that trait of mine,â he smirked, tucking the torn shreds of paper into his back pocket before finding your face in his hands, placing a tender kiss to your left cheek.
âHow sweet of you to say,â you whispered softly, grabbing the neckline of his shirt and pulling him closer to your height, ânow how about you kiss me properly this time?â
He hummed at your teasing tone, sharp features softening as he tilted his head, sealing the space between you and him with the sweet kiss youâd been waiting for.
âIâll never get tired of this,â Niki sighed against your lips, his right hand removing the rubber band securing your ponytail so his fingers could roam freely through your curls.
Things were escalating pretty quickly now, both of your breaths sounding more labored with each second as you stumbled backwards onto the desk, his energy leading the kiss as he remained on top of you.
It was almost more than you could handle, his hands roaming at your sides before your eyes barely fluttered open, the sight of his slightly blushed button-nose making you feel like melting on the spot.
Thats when you realized his pink hue was a result of two reasons: (1) The way your hands shyly clung to his shoulders right now, and (2) the shadow of footsteps peeking behind your dressing room door.
Knock, knock, knock.
âHello? Miss ____, its Kim... Are you decent?â
âErm, one second!â You responded in an obvious frantic.
Niki helped you get up from the vanity table, kneeling down quickly to hide himself under the it as the stern lady made her way into the room anyway.
âSorry to intrude,â she began abruptly, not even taking note of your currently disheveled hair and flushed expression, âbut Iâve unfortunately been appointed as the bearer of bad news for todayâŚâ
âOh... uhm, w- what is it, is everyone alright?â You asked with a concerned tone, trying to take your mind off the fact that a Niki stained with the glimmer of your peach flavored lipgloss all over his mouth was literally under your desk right now, a mere two feet away from Miss Kimâs leather boots.
âFor the most part, yes⌠but it concerns one of your band mates⌠Serenity, specifically⌠Since you are the leader of your group, I found it humble to have at least this much respect to tell you first in private.â
You let out a breath, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them back up, restoring your usually confident aura and making eye contact with the woman.
âThank you, Miss Kim⌠Iâm listeningâŚâ
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The sounds of shoes rhythmically scuffing, mics going in and out of focus, and layered fits of heavy breathing filled your ears for the next two hours.
Design tech, stage directors, and performers alike were giving it their all to perfect things before the big show coming up.
You paced around the shiny stage, a sweat rag secured lazily around your neck as you and the Enhypen members just got through with rehearsing the main choreo at the performing arena for the first time.
Everyone except Jay and Jade that is, who were still busy with working on their guitar duet for the intro show backstage with the music writers.
âI have no idea how you can still see after being in front of these bright stage lights all the time,â you huffed out tiredly, glancing at Sunoo who only shrugged while taking a few gulps from his grey water bottle.
âIâm not too sure either, but for the lot of us, itâs just something you have to get used to,â he tried warmly before letting himself fall on the ground, limbs spread out like an exhausted snowman as sweat trickled down his forehead.
âHere, lemme show you a little trick I like to use,â Niki offered with a smile while approaching you from behind, his larger frame casting a shadow before you.
âLook down there,â he started, guiding your waist with one hand as he pointed ahead of you with the other, âdo you see the tech crew down there?â
You looked to where his finger was pointing, eyes being met with the sight of workers who sat in reclining chairs while others drank some coffee, a few sporadic employees carrying clipboards with stacks of paper, giving out orders to their fellow floor members.
âYeah, I see them,â you answered, making Niki laugh slightly for reasons you didnât fully understand.
âThat means youâre too close then,â he replied, still holding your waist as he guided you to take a few steps back, which ended up being more steps for you given the leg length differences.
âThereâs a rule of thumb that if you can see the audience, they canât see you⌠are the lights still bothering you now?â
âNot as much, actually,â you said, turning to face him as he still held you close, everything in your body fighting not to kiss him in this moment given the way he looked back at you, âthanks againâŚâ
âAnytime,â he smirked smuggly, âbut uhhh, I think people might be looking at us nowââ
âOh,â you giggled shyly, backing a few inches away from him.
âAhem,â a nagging voice cleared from beside you two, breaking the wholesome presence of the moment.
âDo you guys think youâre invisible or something?â Serenity asked, crossing her arms while staring the both of you up.
âUhmâŚ. No?â Niki answered for you, furrowing his eyes at the blue-eyed diva.
âThen whyâre you just standing there? Youâre blocking my lightâŚâ
You let out a scoff at her words, feeling baffled at the thought of how insecure girls like her could have such egotistical tendencies.
âSorry, SerenityâŚ,â you said half-heartedly, âdidnât mean to disturb your⌠solo mid-break practice session...â
âReally appreciate it, leader lady,â she replied sarcastically, very intentionally bumping into your shoulder as she walked past you before stopping in her tracks, a loose copy of the stage schedule getting caught under her baby pink sneakers.
She leaned down to pick it up, examining the text before her eyes stumbled over a line of bolded words. All of this was for reasons she didnât understand, but either way, would soon resent.
âUgh?!!â She exclaimed with a confused scoff, âHYBE is kicking me from the show??â
Your eyes widened at her words, the furious, confused, and torn look on her face doing nothing but make Niki smirk to himself, âSerenity, I can explainââ
âAnd you knew about this, didnât you?â She accused with balled fists, looking between your nervous face and Nikiâs shamelessly proud one.
âI just found out today, okay? But Miss Kim specifically instructed me not to say anything about until she revealed it to you herself after practice,â you clarified with a shaky voice.
âPlease,â she said with a scoff, âAnd whatâs with the face, Nishimura Nimrod? Huh!? Your little girlfriend told you before she told me, her own band matââ
âI didnt tell him anything!â You retorted with a slightly raised voice, cracking with nerves you couldn't keep buried anymore.
You never liked being in the hot seat unless you were sitting there with Niki, thanks to his ability to always maintain his cool under pressure...
However, for some reason, even with him next to you right now, you still felt like hurling yourself to the ground.
âYou had to have told me him something, so just stop with your insistent lies, ____,â Serenity spat, poking a finger in the center of your chest. Hard.
âYou couldnât wait to get rid of me, its been all over your rotten little face ever since we got here⌠Youâre so jealous of me and itâs honestly depressing at this pointâŚâ
Oh Serenity, you thought in your mind, if only you knew this was all brought on by yourselfâŚ
Youâd had enough of her ignorant speech, holding a fierce eye contact with her while trying to conceal the tears forming behind your eyes.
The sadness growing in your heartâŚ
âNone of this was my decision, Ren, so if you have a bone to pick with someone, try taking it up with Miss Kim herself,â you said firmly, walking back a few steps in case she tried touching you again, âI'm sure she'd be more than happy to inform you on her reasons for exiling you from the main activitiesâŚâ
âWhatâs going on you guys?â Haerin asked timidly in the midst of the chaos, having just come back from washing up in the restroom.
Serenity practically burned holes in your face with her venomous glare before turning sharply on her heel, footsteps loud and startling as she marched off the stage, murmuring a string of curses under her breath.
âSoooo,â Sunghoon started with a curious accent, âIâm usually not the best at comprehending things, but Iâm assuming that whatever just happened was a lot more serious than the usual Riot Grrlz drama, correct?â
âYeah, what's the big deal ____?,â Jade asked alongside Jake, who gave your shoulder a comforting shake.
You fought with everything in your body to not to let any tears fall...
Because in this moment, it just felt right to cry, but at the same time, was it really worth appearing weak in front of everyone?
Everyone who counted on you to remain strong?
You exhaled with a deep breath, wiping the pricks of moisture from your eyes before speaking, âSerenity wonât be performing with us for the special stage anymore⌠only the ending song.â
A cacophony of gasps filled the room at your words, Jungwon having picked up the loose schedule copy to analyze it for himself, the bolded words reading:
>> SERENITY TAYLOR Authorized to be PULLED from Furthering Her Performance Activities in Sight of Behavioral Decency Violations Under HYBE's Collaboration and Code of Conduct Standards
âWill she be allowed to attend the award show at least,â Heeseung inquired, not out of empathy, but curiosity as all of this was unfolding pretty fast.
âPerhaps, but for now, we can rest on the thought that weâll have one less problem while preparing from here on out,â you answered, feeling a large hand take your hand in theirs before giving it a gentle squeeze.
Niki.
âEither way, the show must go on you guys,â he said with a deep voice, the faintest smile being on his face as he looked back at you, dark eyes sparkling with sincerity.
The stage lights flickered from ahead and above you, a key indicator that the radio would be picking up again soon, playing the instrumental to your practice track.
âMic check everyone and itâs back to rehearsals in five,â yelled out a staff member from below the stage, the ten of you now lining up in formation while adjusting your headsets around your ears.
There was only one thought that remained in your head as the choreographer hopped up center stage to explain how the performance would accommodate for Serenity's sudden absence:
The show must go on.
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The Outsiders x Fem!Reader
ŕ¨ŕ§ : HCâs of the gang with a reader whose like Sandy Olsson from Grease
A/N : This doesnât mean specifically being Australian, blonde, white, blah blah- just her personality and stuff đ anyways I watch grease at least once a month
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Darry
ਠHe thinks youâre precious
ਠProbably not the type of person he thought heâd end up with, but he doesnât care
ਠOn the contrary, couldâve been a high school sweetheart situation where he played football and you did cheer teehee
ਠAnyways, no matter when he first met you happened to be, he was mainly worried about how youâd handle the boys LMAO
ਠTells the guys off whenever they tease you about something
ਠYou kind of remind him of his mom which is comforting (not in a weird way, go away Sigmund Freud)
ਠThat being said, you become somewhat of a mother figure over the group
ਠPonyboy looks up to you a lot, Johnny loves how nice you are, and Soda thinks talking to you is refreshing
ਠOverall, heâs happy that you also bring them so much comfort
ਠHim wearing a light blue button-up shirt to match one of your lilâ pastel blue dresses đđ
ਠFussing when they all come back from a rumble- you wouldâve been extremely against the idea in the first place
ਠGetting sick when you see the blood all over him
ਠHim assuring you heâs fine but still freaking out, but you take a breather and try to help clean him up nonetheless
ਠYouâre really good at helping him relax wether itâs massaging his shoulders or cracking a joke to try and lighten the mood
ਠHeâs overall really protective over you
ਠIf you ever asked to go watch a rumble, which would be unrealistic anyways, heâd immediately refuse and die on that hill
ਠHe also really likes that youâre still able to stand your ground and speak your mind
ਠHe ALSO likes that you have manners, itâs the bare minimum but it makes him love you more
Two-Bit
ਠSays the NASTIEST stuff to you just to see your reactions
ਠHas definitely pulled the thing he did with Marcia where he playfully offers her tobacco
ਠYou were at a party either he or your friend dragged you along to or something and he offered to get you a beer but you said you didnât drink
ਠHe then offered you a cig and you hastily declined and he was just like âYouâre real pure, ainât ya baby?â
ਠSome clip of Elvis performing came on the TV once and you got all flustered/uncomfortable and he got giggly about it
ਠAnyways, his little sister thinks youâre an angel
ਠSheâs always talking about your perfectly styled hair, painted nails, pretty outfits, etc
ਠHe responds pretty coolly when she does it with a lilâ grin, but heâs so proud of himself on the inside
ਠImagine having tea parties with her and him just watching from the doorway with a lovey dovey smile ARGGAHAHAGAG
ਠIf someone dares to call you stuff like âwet blanketâ or a âgoody goodyâ he will be coming for them HARD
ਠThe insults would be so creative
ਠHeâs probably convinced you to drink just once and you threw up immediately after
ਠNever again.
Steve
ਠAbsolutely thought you were a prude at first
ਠEven after he got to know you better, he still teased you about it
ਠOne-sided enemies to lovers đđ
ਠYou coming into the DX and him just mumbling under his breath while Soda rings you up
ਠThen proceeds to gossip about you after you leave; not without you giving them both a big smile and filling the tip jar first
ਠâAinât ever seen a girl that cheery. She apparently hasnât even kissed anybody, yâknow that? đâ and Sodaâs just like âMan, who cares..â
ਠSoda slowly notices how much he talks about you and realizes whatâs happening
ਠHe brought it up and Steve was like âNUH-UHâ
ਠEven with that, it was extremely obvious
ਠHe constantly stares at you whenever you come into the store, he sees you at school, or just anywhere in general
ਠAnyways yada yada he finally asked you out after some subtle flirting that slowly became more obvious
ਠEVERYBODY is surprised
ਠAn innocent, friendly soc with a greaser mechanic who does backflips off of cars; not a common pairing
ਠIf you ever happened to swear ONCE, heâd have a field day
ਠA âdamn,â âhell,â or âshitâ slips out and itâs like someone died- heâll never let it go
ਠHeâs the type to tease you then get pissed when someone else joins in
ਠHeâs âOnly Iâm allowed to do thatâ in the flesh
Dallas
ਠCaught off guard at first
ਠDeadass didnât believe anyone could be as big of a goody-two-shoes as you are
ਠFs teases you but you slowly grow on him- he sees the innocence as a challenge (not surprising)
ਠFound out you didnât even have pierced ears and was like ?????
ਠDare I say heâs a Kenickie variant
ਠThen again, the scene where Dannyâs like âI donât do parentsâ when Sandy asks him to come over is so him too
ਠKnocked on your window in the middle of the night and saw your nightgown and started chuckling about it, and you then proceeded to try and shut him up because you were horrified of your parents hearing him
ਠGoing to Buckâs with him and either staying in his room or just sitting uncomfortably in a corner
ਠYou might watch a pool game but all the smoke and alcohol would overwhelm you
ਠUnfortunately, heâs the type to pull the thing Danny did at the drive in, in which youâd ofc react the same way Sandy did
ਠYou calling Buckâs car a âsin wagonâ would be so accurate
ਠHe tries to make it up to you by showing up to your front door (much to your parents dismay..) and giving you his Christopher again along with some flowers that he definitely didnât pick from some randoâs garden
ਠIâm lying. He did.
ਠHe also takes you on a real date afterwards, which is saying something
ਠLike Steve, heâs also the type of person to get mad when another person thinks they can make fun of you
ਠYouâre so understanding and forgiving that heâs kinda confused a lot of the time LMAO
ਠLuckily for him, your good reputation probably gets him out of a lot of trouble
Soda
ਠOh my god heâs so nice about it
ਠHeâs head over heels
ਠObviously he goofs off with the boys, but heâs overall the nicest/most open minded
ਠYou two are so smiley all the time and it makes everyone SICK
ਠGets a kick out of you not understanding sexual jokes or innuendos
ਠYou guys look so good together itâs insane
ਠYouâre so calming compared to the stress of being in between Darry and Ponyâs arguments constantly
ਠHe also loves how bubbly and kind you are to everyone because of it
ਠGoing to drag races with him simply because he likes them and you like seeing him happy (the scene where Sandy watches Danny race referenceâď¸)
ਠHe is not the brightest in the head but youâre extremely patient with him
ਠHeâs also extremely protective over you
ਠLike imagine youâre visiting him at the DX and some other socâs come by and start teasing you to his face when you head inside for a second
ਠHe proceeds to get one of the hoses off the pump and start spraying them with gas đđ¤
ਠBefore they can get out, he just keeps spraying them in the face or something which makes them drive away
ਠHe just laughs to himself and puts the nozzle up as you come back outside and youâre like â???? Babe what happened?â when you see the trail of gas and all he replies with is âNothing sweetheart!! đ¤â
ਠHe knows Steveâs gonna complain about having to help clean up the mess later but it was worth it to him
Johnny
ਠProbably the most chill with it??
ਠHe thinks itâs sweet
ਠAlso thinks youâre somewhat of a breath of fresh air from the guys, along with socâs in general too
ਠDefinitely thought it was kinda odd you didnât drink or smoke or anything, but thought it was nice to meet someone who didnât for a change
ਠYou guys take walks through town from time to time and itâs a huge contrast
ਠA denim-clad boy covered in a bunch scars with a preppy looking girl who radiates happiness
ਠYou help him get a better outlook on life with how positive you are
ਠLoveslovesloves all the pastel clothes you wear
ਠWhen he met you for the first time he couldnât believe how nice you were
ਠWatching a movie either at the drive-in or Curtis house and some form of nude scene coming on, you covering your eyes, and him just grinning at your reaction
ਠDoesnât hesitate to talk back to Dallas if he says something bad about you
ਠYou never try to force him out of his comfort zone or anything and he appreciates that
ਠHe said something about âa weedâ to Dal and you had no clue what they meant
ਠâHey Dal, you got a weed?â
ਠâHuh?â
ਠâUh, I asked if he had a weed.â
ਠâ..A what? Whatâs that mean?â
ਠDallas chimes in from the bg and is like âYo.. Johnny, man, is she kiddinâ?â
Pony
ਠThe main problem he has with it is the fact you donât smoke and donât like it in general
ਠHe def tries to cut down for you/at least not do it in front of you though
ਠStarted when he lit a cigarette while you guys were walking together and you started coughing like a maniac while he was just like đ¤¨
ਠSince heâs the youngest out of them all, he isnât super used to hanging out with girls so it doesnât phase him
ਠHe thinks itâs different than most people for sure, but he knows what itâs like to feel that way so he relates
ਠHe admires how nice you are to everybody
ਠEspecially to greasers
ਠYouâre so soft-spoken that it makes him giggle and kick his feet sometimes
ਠYouâre a good student so you probably help him with work a lot
ਠSteve probably said something mean about you once and he got all sassy and made a remark to him
ਠâHeard youâre dating some priss now, âs that right, Pone?â and heâs like âWhy donât you go stick you and your big nose in someone elseâs business if itâs that important?â
ਠSafe to say Steve kept his thoughts on you to himself after that
ਠAnother one who thinks the way you dress (and look in general) is gorgeous, heâs left gobsmacked every time he sees you
ਠHeâs always admiring you and has probably drawn you at least once
ਠHis sass sometimes comes out on you when you donât know something, but itâs jokingly
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Series Masterlist - Smoke Eater
Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. ReaderÂ
Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but heâs also known to break a few hearts. Heâs starting to crave something heâs never had, though. Something stable. Something real.Â
Thatâs when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.  Â
AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.
Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!
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The Altruist Family - Headcanons
đđĄđđŚđđŹ/đđŤđ˘đ đ đđŤ đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: Devotion, romantic homicide, dancing, obsession, Lovesick!Alastor, Addams Family AU :)
đď¸ As soon as Alastor met you, he was prepared to whip out the wedding ring and propose to his dear motherâs best friendâs daughter. And he despised it. The feeling of that sappy âlove at first sightâ bushwa that Alastor had long since cast aside in contempt. No woman â or man â caught his fancy nor his eye, so why you? Â
đď¸ He didnât even know your name, but he wanted to. He wanted to scrawl it all over every inch of his body and mark yours with his name.
đď¸ An insufferably bizarre sensation that prickled in his chest with every waking moment he spent without you had bloomed, and Alastor wouldâve done anything to snip this at the root â at first.Â
đď¸ Alastor was terrified that he wasnât bothered by these sappy thoughts. But as he came to accept them, he found himself nurturing the most absurd fantasies of you, ones of holding you close to him beneath the moonlight, undressing your delectable flesh beside the warmth of a fire, each press of his lips against your tender skin being a promise of an eternity together.
đď¸ As much as he tried to suppress them, there was no stopping Alastor's enamored mind from centering nearly every aspect of his life around you. So, he eventually learned to yearn for the warmth that enveloped his heart whenever he saw you, watching your every move from afar.
đď¸ "Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her," he murmured to himself, watching you dance across the speakeasy floor and following your every step with a yearning gaze. "Either way, what bliss..."
đď¸ Husker has most definitely had to cut Alastor off at some point, knowing he could hold his alcohol scarily well, but he felt as if he should anyways.
đď¸Alastor spent hours at the speakeasy simply staring at you, watching you, completely enamored with your presence. Husk knew that look - that feeling - all too well, and though he was concerned for your well-being, getting in between Alastor and what he desired was a suicidal move.
đď¸ And soon, when Alastor finally accepted his feelings for you and chose to embrace them, all whilst entertaining the thought of you and him becoming an item, made these fantasies of his grow from insatiable to ravenous.
đď¸ Alastor was certain that he would be perfect for you as a husband. He would love you and dote upon you for the rest of your days, oh darling, you would want for absolutely nothing but him! And you'd be just too easy to catch, trusting little doe that you were.
đď¸ You'd be a perfect addition to the Altruist Family as his darling wife, and Alastor fixated on that particular thought the moment you walked out of your mother's kitchen holding two steaming bowls of jambalaya with an apron tied around your waist.
đď¸ Lord, why must you torment him, so?
đď¸ Truly, Alastor was much too wrapped up in his feelings for you to notice yours for him. But he was dangerously perceptive, and observant to a chilling degree, especially when it came to you.
đď¸So, as you could guess, it didn't take long until he began to notice the slight flush of your cheeks when he began to touch you all around your waist and shoulders - "An affectionate gesture between two old friends," as he'd reassure you - and how your eyes would light up around him, the way you seemed to glow just for Alastor.
đď¸He'd dance his fingertips around every inch of your body, adoring how you fit so beautifully in his hands. Once, when you had been dancing, Alastor allowed himself - and the alcohol - to loosen his lips, just a little bit. He couldn't help it; you were right where you belonged - in his arms - and your delectable scent had enveloped him. Alastor was a slave to your presence, and he was salivating every second.
đď¸ "The thought of you being with another man torments me, darling," he murmured gently against your ear, brushing his breath against your neck while his lips searched your hair. Alastor took a deep inhale, savoring every note of your scent.
đď¸ He could only dream of what you'd taste like.
đď¸ You grinned and allowed him to twirl you around, before you rested your thigh against his waist. "Don't torture yourself, Alastor," leaning closer, you allowed your lips to brush against his jaw, "That's my job."
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â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë a residue series installment ŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â
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â elementary-teacher!reader (miss.honey) x biker!benny đď¸
summary: in which honey gets the call from johnny that bennyâs in the hospital :( cal takes her to him. :â)
warnings: talks of being beaten, descriptions of injury, cursing, lying, crying, being judgy again. itâs an emotional one to say the least, but thereâs some sweet moments & a happy ending :)
authorâs note: this is NOT in order with the last two parts posted. instead, itâs a future installment in âbeinâ married.â you can find the timeline in da main hive masterlist. this is heavily based on the events of the bikeriders movie of benny getting beat up & hospitalized. of course this is my own made-up spin on the situation at hand. idk this idea struck me at 3am & i wrote it in less than a day, so i figured iâd just release it now. you can find a mention of this scenario in session 1 of from the hive đď¸đ this can be read alone if you like, but the interview context could help for sure! x
+ also if you were wondering, i personally picture honey as brittany murphyâs character in uptown girlâs molly gunn! iâve been obsessing over her style in it & thatâs what inspired honeyâs style in my writing â especially with the embroidered overalls. you can picture her however you please, & i hope you continue to do as yourself ofc <3
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You were in the midst of Sunday dinner with your parents when you got the news. News that would leave you scrambling out of the house in an instant with no thoughts behind your honeydew drop eyes besides him â besides Benny.
Your Pa was comfortable at the head of the table, a cigarette between his lips as he scanned the paper under reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Your Ma had just taken her seat at the table, a forkful stabbing into her salad. So when the phone rang your Pa didnât even flinch. A result of him being too engrossed in his paper. On the other hand, your Ma sighed in a way that made you know she was evidently too tired to be on her feet again. This led you to announce that youâd get the phone. And you did, pulling it off the reciever and twisting your little finger around the warm yellow chord.
âHi, youâve reached The BeeHive. Honey speaking!â You chirped into the phone in your usual honey coated tone. Between your family business that consisted of beekeeping and honey jarring, answering the phone in such a way became rather customary and oddly normal. So much so that no one seemed to bat an eye besides your cousins who laughed every time they called. Absolute menaces indeed.
âHoney?â It was Johnnyâs drawl on the line, rough and edgy with a twinge of something you couldnât catch.
âOh hi Johâ Mr. Davis!â You cleared your throat and corrected yourself. Trying to remain formal. Trying to remain respectable. Sure, you and Johnny were far from past that. Calling him Johnny instead of Mr. Davis was an entirely different respect that only you, Benny, the wives, and the rest of the guys would ever understand. So your parents? Well, they wouldnât get that, and besides his kids were still your students after all. âHowâs it goinâ? Yâneed to speak to my Pa? Heâs right âere.â You asked, your fatherâs demeanor easily shifting at the mention, his paper going flat against the table. It wasnât unusual for Johnny to call your house. No â Johnny was a consistent buyer of your familyâs honey. He incorporated it into the Club, handing the guys out honey beers during picnics and meetings. He learned of it from those community events you frequented with your parents, always having some sort of incorporation when catering was involved.
âNah â nah.â He brushed that idea away rather quickly and your brows furrowed in confusion. âGotta speak to yuh. Look I â I needa tell yâsomething, but if your Paâs overhearinâ I need yuh to pretend weâre talking about the girls, alright?â
âI ââ you began but stopped short trying to compartmentalize what he was saying without reacting. âOh, right I remember we were gonna talk about the girls' grades, yeah?â You rambled out, your words feeling far too thick coming out of your mouth, it almost didnât sound like you. You feared your parents would catch on instantly, but instead their interest deflated as soon as nothing you said resembled anything to do with their business. It only took a second for your father to go back to his paper and beer and your mother to her salad.
âThatâa good, Honey. Very good.â Johnny praised as you motioned with your hand that you were gonna step out of a sec, which really meant you were gonna pull the chord as far as you could into the other room. The distance â well it wasnât much. The open archway from your parentâs kitchen to the living room wasnât sound proof, so they could still technically hear every word you said, but your volume would be at lower frequency for sure, and your reactions practically undefinable.
âTheyâre doing real good, Mr. Davis. Bright girls you got there.â You muttered out so Johnny would know you were still there. You could feel your heart going a mile a minute as you paced the short distance available you could in restraint of the phone.
âI know. I know. They love ya, Honey, and theyâre just fine. No need to worry âere.â He reassured you, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips. The last thing you needed to hear was something bad about those babies. It would absolutely break your heart. But what you werenât expecting to hear was something that would shatter it into a million little pieces. âItâs uh â itâs Benny.â Johnny said, and every fiber of your being went on fire, burning to ash. âHeâs â heâs banged up, Honey. Got âim in the hospital and everything. âparently some jackasses got âim real good at some pub not too far from us. Beat him the fuck up, and broke his foot. Couldâa lost the damn thing over his colors.â
A gasp left your lips in an instant, and you almost choked as you swallowed down a whimper to conceal the sudden volcano of tears bound to erupt. Now you understood why Johnny wanted â no needed this conversation to be under wraps. Your parents were already nervous about your ridinâ and to hear about some guys jumping your husband for beinâ part of the Club 'would have your parents in a frenzy. âIâm â Iâm so sorry tâto hear that, J â Mr. Davis.â You continued the facade, a facade that pained you even more now as you tied back your emotions so forcfully wanting to rip from the seams. âIs your l-little girl okay?â
âHeâs fine. Theyâre takinâ good care of him last I heard from Cockroach. Heâs up and talkinâ. Took âim to the hospital on the West End.â Johnny explained and little by little, piece by piece the fragments of your heart were starting to come back together, but you knew for certain, they wouldnât be mended until you saw him. Until you got to touch him. Inspect him. Coddle him. Got to know who the fuck messed with him. âGo ân see âim. He needs his wife, alright?â
âI will.â You assured him, stepping back to peek through the archway at your parents who were still eating. Thankfully nothing seemed amiss. âIâll be over soon with the homework sheâs gonna miss for the week. Does she need anything else from me? Need a friend to bring her books home tomorrow?â You added in code. Code for âWho the fuck did this to him, and how could you help make sure those fuckers never got as close as a mile away from Benny again?â
âNah. Donât you be worryinâ now, Honey. The guys and I are on it. Weâll take care of âem. You take care of âim.â He settled on the plan. âCapisce?â
A wave of relief washed over you then. A relief that could only come from Johnnyâs word alone. Cause you knew heâd take care of it. He always did. âCapisce.â You sniffled, not caring anymore if your parents caught on.
âCalâs already on the way to pick ya up at your Maâs.â He informed you. âTold âem to park around the corner so thereâs no suspicion. You can tell âem you're stoppinâ by the house.â You never thought a time like this would leave you feeling extra grateful that Johnny and his family only lived a block away from your parents. But here you were, feeling just that.
You wanted to thank him then. The words were resting against your tongue heavily, so you made do with what you could. âThank you, Mr. Davis. Iâll tell âem you said âello. Please send my parents regards to your wife and the girls. Iâll be there soon.â
âAnything for ya nâ Benny. Yâknow that. Yuh take care of yâself now, oâkay?â
âMhm,â you hummed, itching to run out of your house and into Bennyâs arms already. If you could. God, you sure hoped he wasnât too banged up for a cuddle or two. Makinâ him feel a whole lot better was your main concern. âBye Mr. Davis. See ya soon,â you spoke into the line before stepping heavily across the threshold and accidently putting the phone back on the hook with a little more aggression than you anticipated.
âSorry,â you tensed and broke out in an innocent smile, âI gotta go to Mr. Davisâs. His girl is sick real bad with the Flu. Doctors says sheâll be out of school for a week and of course thereâs all this important testinâ going on. Gotta keep âer on track, yâknow? Such a good cookie. Get in a fit if she misses one lick of school.â You rambled on, adding more and more to lie you rather not tell, but knew it was for their own good. For your own good. For Bennyâs. Your marriage. Your future. What youâd hope would become a bundle of joy or two with his pretty blue eyes and freckled face to match.
ââCourse she does. Sheâs a Davis after all.â Your father added, a fond smile stretching across his face.
âOh thatâs too bad,â your mother frowned, and then stood unexpectedly, her chair scraping against the kitchen flooring. âHere, Iâll pack ya some honey buns to take to âer.â Before you could protest your Ma was already piling some of her homemade buns into a metal cookie container and passing them to you.
âReal sweet, Mama.â You could feel your eyes startinâ to tear up again, that familiar wave of remembrance coming back to remind you what you were really leaving for. A wave of impatience that made your anxieties spike higher and higher at the prospect of more minutes ticking away without you being next to Benny. âMâsure itâll make âer feel so much better in no time.â You kissed your Ma on the cheek in appreciaton and turned to head out.
âWait,â your Ma said right when you were about to exit the front door with your backpack in tow. Thankfully she didnât see you mouth a curse into the air with your back towards her. âYâdidnât even get to touch your dinner. Will ya be back to finish it or should I wrap it up?â
âNah. Thatâs âight.â You declined. âI still got leftovers in the fridge for me and Benny from Rosieâs. Heat it up when I get home, but thanks Mama. Save it for yuh and Pa.â
ââight. Getâome safe, Honey.â She called out. Safe. Safe. Benny didnât get home safe, but he was safe now. Safe in the hospital that is, but was he really safe?
Your fingers gripped the doorhand, knuckles burning white as you took a breath to calm yourself. âI will, Mama. Love ya. Bye!â And then you were out the door, trying to keep your composure as long as you could, until you were out of eyeshot of your Ma and Paâs. Your ballet flat feet banged against the pavement as you went on running down the rest, a sharp turn at the corner showing Cal by his bike, waiting and ready for you. A fresh cigarette between his lips, just âbout to be lit, long forgotten once his eyes landed on you.
It only took one look at him. One frown on those deep set features of his for you to be barrelling at him, strong arms encircling you in a hug.
âOh Cal!â You cried into his tattered shirt, the dame of tears breaking out of you uncontrollably. Too uncontrollably. But you didnât care. Couldnât care. It was Cal after all. The brother you never had. The brother you should have had. The family you now had because of Benny. Because of Johnny. And it wasnât that you didnât love your parents â you loved and appreciated them of course, but you never felt fully accepted by them. So being in Calâs arms was far more comforting than being in the arms of your parents because you could be yourself with Cal, without judgment.
âMâso sorry, Honey. So sorry.â He mumbled into your sun kissed up-do, smelling of fresh vanilla and honey scented soap.
You were crying so hard. Too hard. Youâd become a total mess of hiccups and hard breathes. Of course, Cal accessed you accordingly, pulling you from his chest to take a good look at ya. And boy did your rosey cheeks and red rimmed glossy coated eyes destroy him. They really did. He hated seeinâ you like this. All the guys did. They loved you far too much.
Calâs warm calloused fingers circled the apples of your cheeks, brushing away the tear tracks that resided. âItâs gonna be âight. âerything gonna be okay.â He cooed, trying to calm you down. âGotta stay strong for âim so he can get betta. Canât take ya like this. Itâll break âim, Honey.â
âI â I know. I know.â You squeezed your eyes shut, wet lashes bowing down. You took a breath. Then another. And another until you felt somewhat better. More calm that is.
âReady tâgo?â Cal asked carefully when he noticed your breaths evening out.
âMhm,â you hummed, nodding your head.
Cal helped you onto his bike and you clung onto him as you rode. The weight of his jacket felt oddly comforting in your hold. Even though the circumstances of such colors were alarming in such a time, it didnât leave you on edge by any means. Before you knew it, you were pulling up in the West End. Cal parked his bike, leading you to the front desk and of course the receptionist looked at the two of you kind-of funny.
âFamily only.â She said to Cal, immediately putting two-and-two together who he was here for before turning to you, a big smile gracing her features. âHow can I help ya, Miss?â
Your emotions were all over the place. Anger bubbling up inside you in an instant, ready to burst at the assumption of such a thing. Sure, it was a common mistake. To be misplaced next to one of the guys in your floral knitted cardigan and patterned jeans to match. But now â now, of all times. It was your last straw.
âThatâs âis wife. Uh â Honey Cross.â Cal motioned to you, explaining who you were before your rage could ensue.
âHm â I donât see a Honey here,â the receptionist said, amusement crossing her features. Clearly pleased by shooting Calâs advances in an instant. âIâm going to need to see some ID.â She pushed, and you were already ripping off your backpack before she could even finish the sentence.
Calâs hands materialized around the straps without a second thought, helping you out of the thing but also holding it up for you while you fished for your bedazzled wallet. It was in the deep depths of the thing, mushed around with all your work sheets and lesson plans for the week. You were always equipped and extra prepared, making your supposed trip to the Davisâs for his little girl not amiss one bit. Your cutesy keychain clipped to the end flung about as you finally uncovered it, whipping out your ID with ease. This wasnât your first rodeo in such a situation, learning from the last time Benny was tossed in a jail cell to get your ID updated with your new last name as soon as humanly possible.
The receptionist looked between you, Bennyâs paperwork, and your ID for longer than necessary. âHmmm, okay. Second floor room twelve, Mrs. Cross.â She finally gave in. âBut youâll have to stay here, Mister.â She told Cal.
He raised his hands up in the air like he was bound to be incarcerated, and the sight almost got a laugh out of you. Almost. âFine. Iâll be out front when yâready, Honey.â He informed you, and you nodded.
He helped you put your things back together, and when he caught wind of your name etched into your ID, his eyes widened. âHuh? So thatâs yâreal name then.â
âMhm,â you hummed, wedging the thing back into your wallet, snapping it close. And if you thought the receptionist was suspicious earlier, she was far more suspicious now.
His features scrunched up in an innocent way, that long earring of his shaking as he shook his head. âSâcute, but I canât see ya as anything else but Honey. Be weird if I called yâanything else.â
âI get it,â the edge of your clip curled up in a faint smile then. Your first smile in what felt like ages. You couldnât help it with Cal. It was hard not to smile around him. âFeels weird calling you Calvin, Caleb, or Calum or whatever. Which is it anyways?â You asked, brows furrowed in confusion at the thought as you zipped your bag closed.
âDonât matter now.â He patted your shoulders once your backpack was shelled around you. âTime to go see yâman, anyways.â
Turning on your heel, you nodded when you faced him, thanking him profusely and giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek as you gave him a tight hug. Once you let him go, you were off. Darting across the halls and climbing up the stairs, you weaved around the patients in their hospital beds being pushed by nurses and doctors in their lab coats until you made it to room twelve. For a moment, you stopped in your tracks, attempting a warm honey smile to grace your hubby with. To distract him from the evident pain he was having and the deep rooted distraught you felt inside.
But once you turned the corner, oh â you were a goner. There was Benny with a blue blooming zygoma, a swollen and bandaged eye, and his right foot propped up in a form fitted cast. Your heart shattered all over again without your control. Your hubby looked like a beat up puppy dog, and you couldnât help but frown at the sight.
His blues â well his good one that is â caught your eye immediately. It was hard not to when you came waltzing in like that, all dolled up in a swarming buzz of color and sweet honey perfume. It wafted across the room and the smell touched his nose, warming him up for the first time since heâs been placed in this cold sterile room.
âHoney?â He blinked. Once. Twice. Wondering if your sweet face was an apparition. He told Cockroach not to tell you. Didnât want you to see âim like this. Not until he was out and the brusinâ subsided at least, but he guessed Roach forgot to relay the message to Johnny and the rest of the guys when he told âem.
âOh â my poor baby!â You cooed, racing across the room as soon as his gravelly voice hit your ears. You dotted on him in an instant. Fitting your form on the small empty space at the edge of the bed near his hip, you didnât even bother pulling over the chair adjacent to his bed. And Benny didnât mind no.
Even though he wasnât too happy to see you here, he was happy to feel you here.
Your hand brushed through his hair and caressed the good side of his face, sweet and delicate. Benny couldnât help but lean his cheek into your comforting touch. For the very first time you watched as a hot warm tear trickled down his cheek and landed on your hand.
âPlease donât letâem take my foot,â he begged, his large warm hands circling around both of yours and dropping them in his lap. âIf â If they take my foot then I canât ride again, and â and then how will I-I take yâto school?â
His sweep of emotions took you by surprise. Youâd never seen him cry. Not when he was beaten and bruised in a bar fight. Not when a shard of glass wedged itself into his skin after punching through a car window. Not when you were applying alcohol to his cuts or when he was gettinâ stitches. No Benny never cried. And here he was now. Crying in front of you. In front of his wife. God, of course that just wrecked you.
Sure, maybe someone else would have made a stink. Would have told him that there were bigger things to worry about then his riding. But you wouldnât do that â no. Besides you, ridinâ was Bennyâs biggest passion. And both showed in the way he was most concerned about you. Concerned about taking care of you. Howâd he do that if they took his foot and couldnât take you to work every day. You couldnât drive. Didnât know how. Itâs not that you didnât want to, you just never had the time to go get your driverâs license. Not between working at the local diner while you were studying and getting your degree. And now that you had it and Benny well â you had all that you really needed.
âI wonât let âem, baby. I promise. I promise.â You assured, pulling his strong hands up with yours and kissing each and every rough rimmed knuckle of his. âAs for takinâ me to school. Donât you worry about that. Took the bus before I met yâanyways. Doesnât make a difference. Iâll do it until youâre better again, alright?â
But it did make a difference. It did to him. He adored those mornings and afternoons when he had you on the back of his bike, taking you to and from school. He especially loved it when you were still living with your Ma and Pa. It was the little things like that that not only got him through his day, but also made him feel like he was doing something good. Doing something good by you. Makinâ himself seem responsible enough to your parents for being on time and prompt, to marry you. And it worked after a while. He had you now as his wife. In the apartment you shared. In his home. In his bed. While that was all good and great, he couldnât help but wonder if something like this would set them off.
He grimaced, the thoughts gnawing at him and makinâ him ask you, âdo yâparents know?â
âNo, no. They donât. Think Iâm at Johnnyâs dropping off homework for his sick little girl. Think youâre at work. âMember I told âem you were working today so you didnât have to come?â You reminded him.
It wasnât uncommon for you to throw a little white lie around here and there to your parents about Benny. Sure, he was on good terms with them now thanks to Johnny. Thanks to the fact that their little girl had him as her husband, and they didnât have too much of a choice. But, that didnât mean things were perfect. Benny wasnât much of a fan at the way they treated you from time to time. Especially when they made comments about your decisions. About the way you dressed. He thought you were perfect as is, and it boiled his blood whenever he heard them goinâ on and on about it, especially at Sunday dinners. So sometimes he just didnât come. Sometimes you didnât go either. But of course you did today cause you felt bad you hadnât been in awhile and felt like you needed to see âem. They were your parents after all. Now you were regretting not going with him instead. Maybe none of this would have happened if you had never gone to your parents in the first place.
âHm, right,â he sighed, squeezing your hand in appreciation. âHow was it anyways? Did they give ya a hard time?â
âNo. Not today,â you replied. âDidnât have time to. Didnât even get tâsit down. I shouldâve been with yâanyways.â
âNo yâshouldnât of.â He shook his head in disagreement, and then revealed, âmâno good for ya, baby.â
âWhat?!â You gasped, absolutely baffled by what he was sayinâ. âWhat you goinâ on about?â He hadnât just really said that? Had he? He did! âSânot true. Not true at all.â Your cute little bee earrings shook as you moved your head back and forth in earnest. âYouâre too good tâme ââ He bowed his head down in a silent no. âFar too good,â you repeated, trying to search his eye so he could see you. Really see that you meant every word you were sayinâ. âYâloyal to Johnny and the guys. To me.â You reminded him, but his gaze was still downwards, trained on your conjoined hands in his lap. You brushed your thumb back and forth against his skin. âLemme ask you somethinâ..â you began, âWhat did yâdo when those guys came up to ya, huh?â
âTold âem theyâd have to kill me to get my jacket off,â he revealed, his response making your lips curl up soundly. That was your Benny right there, your loyal Benny.
âAnd whyâs that?â You asked, pushing on. Trying to get him to the root of his decision.
âCauseâŚâ he shrugged, taking a moment to think about it. âIt represents my familyâŚ.represents you. Hell, I got your patches on it!â His voice was slowly rising in defense, in bits of anger. âGot your name sewed over my heart bigger than a goddamn weddinâ ring will ever be and those fuckers laughed about it!â
A full, bright toothed smile had your dimples peaked like two pretty mountains, and when Bennyâs eyes finally found your sweet honey speckled ones â well his anger dissipated. âAh, câmere.â
âI donât wanna crush yââ you began, worrying about hurting him, but he cut you off immediately.
âCâmere,â he cooed, scooting over just a tad so you could lay next to âem. Of course you couldnât say no to him. Could never ever. Not when he wanted yâso bad. âNeed my girl.â
âAlright, alright,â you hummed, rolling your eyes playfully as you curled yourself next to âem. A comfortable silence landed over the two of you, one that you were thankful for after everything. After all the fuss of the day. You just wished you could be just like this with him at home in your own bed. His strong arm wrapped around your back, hand cupping your shoulder and you tilted your head onto his own. His lips found your forehead quickly, feeling more pillowy than usual from the impact on his face and your eyes fluttered at the contact. âOh that reminds me. Did ya eat?â
âHuh?â He hummed confused.
âDid they feed yâhere yet?â You tried again.
âNah,â he replied.
âFuckinâ hell. Got yâpropped up, but canât feed yaâŚâ you shook your head in disappointment, and your concern for him over something so miniscule within the swarm of everything warmed his heart tenfold.
You moved to get up, but he stopped you short with his hand that was once on your shoulder now materializing on your waist. âWhere yâgoing?â He pouted.
âNowhere, baby.â You assured him, fingers curling under the good side of his chin so you could leave a soft kiss on his lips which he relaxed in as soon as it came. âJust grabbinâ my bag from the floor. Got some grub â wellâŚâ you trailed off, a laugh escaping you as you unzipped your bag and took out the tin your mother gave you. âI know it ainât dinner, but I say dessert wonât hurt. Doctorâs orders, yâknow?â You opened the tin to reveal the fresh honey buns your Mama made then, and God did Benny wanna just eat you up instead. âYâwant?â
He nodded, so you didnât hesitate in passing one over to him. Both of you enjoyed the sweet treat. So much so, that when a crumb or two fell on your chest, Benny dived right in to access it â and well who were you to protest when his soft lips met your warm skin? When his lips continued their assault around your fingers, cleaning off the sugary residue that remained. And you were happy. So happy and giddy because you were with your Benny. You knew no matter what happened. No matter what came next, the two of you would be alright. Cause that was what marriage was all about, signing up for the good, the bad, and the ugly, being there for each other in sickness and in health.
And in that short hour or so that remained in visiting hours, before the nurse flagged you down to kick you out, you laughed and giggled more than you had in days, and even when you scolded him, warning that a nurse may catch him licking down your chest or sucking your fingers, a smile graced your sweet features the entire time and Benny ate up every single second soundly.
âI fuckinâ love ya, yâknow that Mrs. Cross?â He said to you at some point, in the midst of everything.
âI fuckinâ love ya too, Mr. Cross. Always and forever.â
And always and forever it was.
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Headcanons for TD Alastor
(Theater Dramatic) Alastor X/& Reader
Are you in love with this? Because I am in love with this.
Like, look at him being dramatic and sassy. *chef's kiss* It's amped up to the max from his usual and omg yes.
If he were to say a Thomas Sanders line, it would be..
"And I'm the sassy aunt... *whisper* Who talks shit about everyone."
I mean that could be any Alastor headcanon, because he would say that line.
Anyways!
You are not really the drama kid (kind of), you are more the stage crew kid.
Don't get it wrong! You love the glamour! The stories! The dances! And the lights! But..not when they are on you.
Sure, you have talent. You can sing, dance, act! There's just one problem..
Stage fright. It's fucking stage fright.
You've tried once when you were younger in life but then when you stood on stage and stared at the crowd..well.. Kinda blanked and ran off stage.
Alastor is trying to help you get out of your shell, practicing his dances and pulling you into song when he can.
"I'm not sure I can do this..", you mumble, having second thoughts.
"Nonsense!", the Radio Demon pulls you close to his side, making sure you don't try to run off. "The world is a stage and a stage is a world of entertainment!"
"I feel like this won't turn out well..", you gulped nervously.
"Hm..", he tapped his chin in thought. "How about getting into character?"
"Getting into character?", you looked at him with slight confusion.
"Let's say you're a dancer!", he moved to hold your hand and pulled you to follow. "And you're learning a new routine! You can't give up, this is what you've worked hard for!"
Surprisingly, it helps.
You build up a character every time you go on stage.
Alastor owns your soul but you two are more like friends.
He's a little more honest with you but does hide things when he feels like it is a threat to you.
You help him practice his dances and even get to choreograph a few.
When you get to see him do his performance, you get so happy.
You saw his drunk dancing and were in awe.
He did that. He really did a whole number while drunk and managed to tell demons off while at it too.
"What do you mean when you say the words slay, serve, and ate?"
"It's a compliment. Trust me."
You and Rosie try to teach him some of the modern slang.
Some of it sticks but a lot of it doesn't...
At least he got "tea" right.
I might add more.. No. I will definitely add more later.
~Seline, the person.
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not them basically going: maybe what's important is the journey and the friends we make along the way. nah baby im out. the mental illness is alive and well,, i don't need you making it worse đŹ
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Today's science fact:
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Spiders are a valuable part of our community and deserve good healthcare.
But more importantly, I want everyone to know that Carlos the Scientist made this post, he is my husband and I love him very much! đđđđđđđđđ
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Cecil everyone knows you and Carlos are married and most of us are happy for you but you don't need to tell this in every post you make
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Wait have I mentioned it before?
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Hah saw some loser (@ marble-eyes) bring the same girl (@ mountainbeliever343 I think, couldn't see her face clearly from the cameras) home for the third time this week lol
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Hey you can't just share private information like that!! And besides that is not true, I haven't brought anyone home for a long time, I don't have time for that anymore!!!
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No. I can confirm that what Sam said is true. I was there. I am always there. Also, I put the rest of your cereal to your washing machine. They have been in the cupboard for a while now, I thought they were getting quite dusty and needed cleaning.
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We had an another great season with @nvwheelchairbasketball team again! Thank you everyone, it's an honor to be the captain of the team! See you guys next season <3
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I just had the most delightful date with the most gorgeous theologist in Desert Bluffs Too!!! We had a lovely dinner at my house (some eyeball salad, mushed tarantulas and fried human fingers), watched some movies and of course made sure to serve our great Smiling God by making each other as happy as possible!! Unfortunately Charles said that it would make him unhappy if I shared the details, but I can confidently say that I have never been more joyful!!
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Kevin, you missed a service in the Temple of Joy because of this. Surely you would remember doing that for an old friend, wouldn't you? đ
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Oh, Lauren, of course I wouldn't ignore anything like that on purpose, you know how much I love tolerating you!!
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Hey guys, so I just spoke to the new scientist lady and found out I don't actually have three pairs of arms. The lower two were just robot limbs that I tried out when I was seven years old and forgot to take them off. So hows your day ://
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I am always happy to help with explaining your problems away.
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Alright, I'm going to say it. Steve Carlsberg does NOT know how to be a basketball coach. He knows nothing about any game structures, and he only allows one ball per game!! He talks too loud, except when you can't hear him. It will be ALL HIS FAULT if we end up losing this season!!!!!
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For everyone who finds this post now: I made this many years ago. Things have changed a lot. I'm very sorry, Steve. I couldn't hope for a better brother-in-law. You are my best friend, and I was the irrational one in this situation.
I have changed the way I look at people. I will not treat them the same way I used to treat Steve anymore.
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Alright, who let Susan Willman be in charge of anything? She is the absolute worst at making desicions, like, who asks an obelisk its NAME? She had an oppoturnity to ask almost anything, and that's what she chose?? She better stay away from our way for at least seven decades, and keep her "Huntokar"-nonsense with herself!!!
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đżÂ female reader, second pov (you/your), angst and fluff, hurt / comfort, family, platonic relationship, implied soulmates, tw: canonical character death, au - canon divergence, timeline: pre-canon (headcanon), timeline: pre-moebius (imagine), headcanon + imagine
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đď¸ i accidentally deleted this. i had to rewrite⌠if someone has the original copy, please i beg of you, SEND it to me. i donât really care if you plagiarized it or something, just give me the copy i beg. I had a breakdown because of this.
đ masterlist ,, parts: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05
Sano Shinichiroâs best friend isnât just his platonic soulmate, theyâre also his younger siblingâs older sister.
â Sano Shinichiro has a lot of tight-knit relationships (4lifers, some may say), but there is one that everyone unanimously agreed was his closest one.
â It was a wonder to some how the two of you become such close companions. To some, after seeing Sano Shinichiro with you, they easily understood.
â Meeting in school as his underclassman, it didnât take long for you to get roped into his gangâs bullshit. It wasnât that you were an official member but you were definitely someone. Someone to Sano Shinichiro. Someone.
â Sano Shinichiro is batshit crazy, especially during his younger years. It just so happened that you were crazy as well.
â In high school, you guys were definitely uncontrollable. Whatever Shinichiro did, you tagged along.
â As you grew older, the both of you were definitely calmer, outgrowing that childish recklessness the both of you had always shared.
â It was love. Not romantically, but it was love. The kind of love that Shinichiro was sure that in some other universe, the two of you were together as well.
â When someone tried insinuating that the two of you could start dating each other, the response was instant.
âWith this asshole?â
âWith this bitch?â
â Shinichiro wonders if the reason why heâs always getting rejected by girls is because youâre always with him. You scoffed.
âTrust me, itâs not me. They just donât like you.â
âI have a great personality!â
âWell your face isnât that great.â
â Once Shin introduced you to his family, it was all over.
â Mikey had no reaction to your presence in the house at the start, blatantly ignoring you, giving you dead-eyes. You coddled on him, to his chagrin.
â Emma, on the other hand, adored you. To the point that Shinichiro and Manjiro wondered if this was really their sister.
â You managed to bribe Mikey with sweets. Not that you needed to because when he saw you picking on Shinichiro, he loved you already.
â As much as they want you to be a part of the family officially, they begged you not to marry their brother.
âHonestly, you can do better, Y/n-nee.â
âYeah. Shinichiro isnât worth it.â
âIâm right here?!â
âWe know.â
â Shinichiro thinks that they love you more than they love him. He doesnât quite mind.
â Keisuke is Manjiroâs⌠friend, if you can even call him that. Mikey beats him up for fun. (In his defense, Baji asks for it.)
â It was only when you saw Manjiro literally kick a guy twice his size on the face, knocking them out cold, did you realize that this kid could literally kill you.
âIs Manjiro safe?â
âWhy are you saying that as if heâs some dog?â
â You love the kid, either way.
â Youâd defend him from whatever happens. But if itâs a fight, youâre dropping out. Fuck no. Mikey can fight for himself. (If anything, youâre the one getting beat up.)
âY/n-nee, Shinichiro hit me!â
âShin, donât hit him! That was too hard.â
âWhy are you taking his side?!â
âHe brought home snacks for me and youâve been pissing me off lately.â
â It does weird you out how he laughs at horror movies when the four of you watch at home, though. Everyone is screaming. You donât know if heâs laughing at the gory scene on the television or at everyoneâs reaction.
â Movie nights with the Sano family start during the afternoon because everyone wants a chance to pick a movie.Â
â Sometimes, you get suspicious of Shinichiro disappearing randomly. He doesnât answer your calls, nor his siblingsâ. When he comes back and you ask him to explain, he just grins at you and ruffles your hair. Asshole.
âItâs a secret.â
â MALL DATES WITH THE SANO FAMILY !!!
â It was supposed to be shopping with Emma but three people were tagging along, acting as if it was a coincidence, because they wanted attention from you as well.
â It would be a bloodbath. Emma wants to go shopping, Shinichiro wants to go to the arcade, Mikey wants to go home, Keisuke wants to go to a pet shop.Â
â You want to go to the movies. Thatâs impossible because youâd never get to pick the movie you want to watch.
â When you get home, everyone is knocked out tired. After a whole day of complaining and fighting, you didnât expect anything else. (You were also half-dead on the couch after all.)
â You stay over so much at Sano's house that youâre basically a member of that household. Their grandfather doesnât quite mind.
â Their grandfather appreciates your presence in the house. It seems as if it has been livelier with you around. He doesnât mind the noise.
â He doesnât quite understand how you can stand his grandchildren. For one, his eldest, Sano Shinichiro is running around, creating a gang and picking fights and getting his ass handed to him. Manjiro started calling himself some name, is addicted to fights, and refuses to learn anything else because apparently heâs going to take over Tokyo or something. Emma is⌠Well, that child seems to hate everyone. Then, thereâs also Mikeyâs friend, Keisuke. He doesnât even have to say anything about that kid.
â He finally understood when he saw you laughing as you watched Keisuke and Manjiro get chased by wild dogs.
âSheâs just as insane as them.â
â He says all of that but he loves all four of his grandchildren.
â Sometimes, it felt like you lived in that house more than your own. Shinichiroâs room is yours. (He did not agree to this. You sleep on his bed anyway.)
â Emma loves playing with your hair and styling it. She complains that her brothersâ hairs are too short. (Thatâs part of the reason why Mikey grew his out.)
â She also learned cooking from you. Honestly, you donât know how they survived this long. The only thing Shinichiro can cook is curry and itâs shit.
âShinichiroâs cooking sucks.â
âYou brat! Try starving!â
âInstead of eating your food? Gladly.â
â Shinichiro annoys you to teach him how to cook better as well. Emma told him to get out of her kitchen.
â Mikey has this habit of judging people. He will blackmail you even before he learns the word blackmail. Be careful.
â Emma also has a bit of judging people, specifically her brothers. More specifically, Shinichiroâs sense of style and Manjiroâs inability to eat anything that isnât sweet. She says thatâs why heâs so stupid, his brain is filled with sugar.
â You can tell that the kids love each other so much though. You just hope that they can show that⌠properly.
â Shinichiro loves taking videos of everything, he uses this camcorder that was gifted to him years ago, on his 7th birthday. He has a shelf of tapes in his room. Later down the row, your videos were in the Sano Family Collection.
â Itâs always noisy at that house. But itâs expected as it is home to five people.
â It only became silent when Shinichiro died.
â Everything was different after Shinichiro died.Â
â On the night he died, that was the one night you chose to laugh at him when he asked if you wanted to stay at the shop with him to help fix up Mikeyâs birthday gift for tomorrow.
âHey, Y/n! You better be there for Mikeyâs birthday tomorrow.â
âHow could I not go to my favorite Sanoâs birthday?â
âI thought that I was your favorite Sano- Donât laugh!â
âGoodnight, Shin.â
â Manjiro called you an hour later; that was your last conversation with Shinichiro.
â Of course, it hurt you. How could it not? Almost ten years of your life was spent with him, from high school until adulthood. He was family. He was someone. He was Shinichiro.
â Sometimes, it felt like a part of you died with him that night.
â But you had to be strong. Mikey and Emma were lost, confused, and they were looking at you. How could you show them that you didnât feel like yourself anymore?
â You put on a smile, hardened yourself, and took care of them. They were your kids as much as they were Shinichiroâs.
â You spend the nights crying.
â Emma refused to leave your side. She cried when you even tried stepping out of the houseâs door.
â Mikey never left his room the days that followed Shinichiroâs death. He barely ate, the meals you left outside his door barely eaten. You had to beg him to go out of his room on the day of the funeral. He almost didnât come.
âMikey, please. Please. Go see your brother before he has to go. Please, Manjiro.â
â You cried outside his door that morning. Begging him.
â He came out, eyes red, lips pursed.
â The funeral was attended by family, friends, members, people whose lives were changed because of Shinichiro. You find that in funerals, you can see how good of a person the deceased is from the people that visit.
â You had no tears left to cry during the funeral, even when people came to pat your shoulder and tell you that he was a good person. You knew that. Shinichiro is a good person. They didnât have to tell you.
â You caught a glance of a boy with light hair standing at the very back. You didnât recognize him but something was pulling you to him. He left before you could approach him.
â The first night after Shinichiro was laid down on his final resting place, you found yourself on the couch in the living room.
â That night was the hardest you ever cried for Sano Shinichiro.
â The silence was unbearable.Â
â It took so long to finally stop shedding tears over the dead. When you realized that you stopped crying for him, it made you break down even more.
â You couldnât understand how Mikey and Emma manage to go about their day as if nothing was wrong. How they declined therapy, or seeing someone.Â
â You never knew that it was because you were right there. They could act as if nothing was wrong because you were still there.
â Sometimes, you just want to run away and never look back. To forget about Shinichiro, about Mikey, Emma, their whole bloodline. It was heavy. It was so heavy. But you didnât.
â That was love.
â But it was Mikey and Emma who insisted that you take the job offer overseas.
âWeâll be fine here, Y/n-nee.â
âYeah, weâre not babies. We can take care of ourselves just fine.â
âWell, I can. Mikey canât.â
âHey!â
â Your eyes were teary when you packed your bags and left, promising them that it would only be for a while, that youâd come back soon.
âTheyâre at their little meeting.â
You feel the breeze caress your skin, like an old friend greeting you home. Shibuya never changed in the years that you were gone. From their grandfatherâs words, it seemed like the Sano siblings didnât change as well. Seriously, why is the meeting still at night?
You just came back to Japan and the very first place that you went was, of course, home. The Sano Household. Only to find out that the two kids that you were planning to surprise weren't even there.
Their grandfather had welcomed you warmly like you were his own grandchild, telling you that as usual, they were out having a little meeting. You thanked him, leaving your bags, before finding yourself in the cold once more.
You were unofficially officially tasked to drag them home.
Mikey you can understand, but Emma? Why in the world is she hanging out with her brother? In her brotherâs meeting? In her brotherâs gang meeting? You wondered if starting or being in gangs was in the bloodline. Itâs as if the Sano Siblings were destined to trouble, as if theyâd get sick if they arenât fighting something.
You adjust the plastic bag on your wrist. You bought some ingredients for dorayaki, planning on spending the night to make some with the siblings because you know that Manjiro wouldnât be able to wait until tomorrow.
God, I love these kids too much.
The silence of the night was peaceful.
The silence of the night was broken by bellowing.Â
âWho in the world is screaming in the dead of the night?â
You sighed, starting your trek up the steps of Musashi shrine. It wasnât until midway did you finally start to recognize that voice. âManjiro?â What the fuck.
Hurrying to the top, the shrine was crowded by rows of black uniforms, young teens in lines looking up at the shrine where the familiar strands of blond stood. You blink.
For a second, you saw Black Dragon.Â
For a second, you saw Sano Shinichiro.
You couldnât help the gasp that left your lips, unheard in the midst of one Sano Manjiroâs yelling. Last you heard, there were barely 10 guys in the Tokyo Manji Gang. To think that that snotty brat who refused to eat anything that isnât sweet is leading such a huge group, is succeeding in his once little dream.
Manjiro looked like Shinichiro, you realize, standing at the very back.
You shook yourself out of your stupor. No. You refuse to let yourself walk backwards, to let yourself see things that arenât there, to remember moments long past.
Emma is standing off to the side with a cute girl beside her. At least she didnât seem to be a part of the gang, wearing civilian clothes that you hoped was keeping her warm. You donât want her getting sick. You march forward, ignoring the looks sent your way by the members as they try to stop you.
Without a pause, you start matching Manjiroâs screaming just as Emma starts, âY/n-nee!-â
âShut the hell up, Sano Manjiro!â
The silence of the night returns.
Wide obsidian eyes stare into your as you stand at the very front, at the bottom of the stairs where Mikey stood. âIt is eleven in the fucking evening. Everyone is asleep. None of your members are talking. So tell me, why the fuck are you screaming?!â
There were murmurs behind you. He doesnât seem to mind, a grin splitting his face, the cold mask he was wearing breaking as he jumps down, skipping steps. âY/n-nee!â
âWeâre going home!â
You step to the side, letting him land on the space where you once were, knowing that you were going to get tackled if you hadnât dodge. Mikey is unnerved, simply turning around and jumping on you, arm hitting your throat.
Draken looked exasperated, knowing that the President wasnât going to go back to whatever he was saying and it was up to him to adjourn for the night.
âYouâre back!â He looks at the plastic bag. âARE THOSE FOR DORAYAKI?!â
âNuh-uh! Go back up there and finish your little club meeting.â
âBut Ken-chin-â
âNo!â
Mikey pouts as he gets pushed off of you. Ken gives you a thankful look as if you were an angel sent by the heavens to rein their spontaneous boss back. âLetâs go, Emma,â you call to the girl already hurrying over.
âY/n-â
âNo.â
You turn your back to Mikey, grabbing Emmaâs hand as she looks at you with wide eyes, a growing smile on her lips. Seriously, screaming at 11 in the evening at a shrine where no one is talking? You worry for Mikey sometimes.Â
âKeisuke, youâre invited as well,â you tell the boy in passing, glancing at the blond beside him. âBring your pretty friend over as well.â
âY/n-nee, when did you come back?â
You smile at her. âJust now.â
âAnd you headed straight here?â
Technically, no. You headed home. âWhere else would I go if not to you and Mikey?â
It's just that your home is the Sano Family.
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Runners High - A. Anderson
Synopsis: You and Abby were the best of the best â the âcream of the cropâ as Issac calls you two. Of course, you werenât that similar but you werenât that different. There are parts of you that wish you were on par with Abby, but you couldnât allow it with the resentment for her that clouds your mind. So, you just stay with your small circles, not thinking much about her. Though you seemed so alike, you had different goals in mind. You follow Issac blindly on occasion while Abby moved on her own accord. It was obviously by her sudden disappearance. You didnât care much about it, but a small part of you is praying she reappears.
Paring: Abby Anderson x Reader
Kinks/Warnings: Canon-typical setting, canon-typical violence, death, light gore, mild language, enemies/rivals to lovers, more TBA
đď¸ Xan Says: Second attempt at a series in hopes that this doesnât completely flop? Iâm hoping I can keep this as accurate to the games timeline because Iâm rewatching all of Abbyâs gameplay from Seattle Day 3 and whatever else comes after. Contrary to popular belief, my favorite kindsa fanfics are ones that revolve around the canon universe! So I have a feeling that thisâll last a good while before I scrap it. Letâs just pray on it? I guess?
Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Banner credit: @joliettes
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đď¸ say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, even if it's just in your wildest dreams.
meet agent 591, codename: supernova. a skilled operative working within an elite espionage unit, you are renowned for your ability to blend in effortlessly while gathering vital intelligence. with a sharp mind and an even sharper wit, you navigate the dangerous world of espionage with ease, never letting emotions cloud your judgment â especially when it comes to matters of the heart.
meet charles leclerc â a celebrated formula one driver, he commands the racetrack with precision and finesse, capturing the attention of fans worldwide with his undeniable talent behind the wheel. charismatic and charming, he's accustomed to the spotlight, effortlessly winning over crowds with his infectious smile and undeniable charisma.
when a high-stakes mission requires you to go undercover as charles's girlfriend, your worlds collide in unexpected ways. tasked with infiltrating a secretive organization with ties to international crime, you must navigate the complexities of your fake relationship while keeping your true identity hidden.
amidst the chaos of your mission, sparks fly between you, igniting a passion neither could have anticipated. but with the stakes higher than ever, the two of you must rely on each other to survive, even as the lines between reality and fiction begin to blur.
đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ (đŹ) :: charles leclerc x spy!reader
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ :: cursing, sexual themes, mention of death, violence, crime, etc. will be updated if necessary.
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đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đ§đ¨đđ :: based on the novel "stars and smoke" by marie lu.
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ÂŠď¸ oofthwoods â 2024.
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