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[Chapter III: Hyunjin & Felix- Certified FBI Agents (or b*tches)]
Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader
Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers
Warnings: Mature Content! strong language, phone sex, masterbation (m&f) + guided masterbation, use of adult toys
Chapter Word Count: 3.9k
Taglist: @hyunjeongins @seungstarss @es-kay-zee @hyunjinsplaything @formidxble @freckledquokka @lbxgsunshine (want to be added? send an ask or a dm! <3)
Filthy. You felt absolutely filthy.
You met a cute guy through text- as in an unknown dude you merely glanced at a random party. You sent certain texts to the cute guy- as in, a stranger you just met last night. You masterbated to the cute guy- as in, a man you barely even knew. Worse of all, you’re still thinking about said cute guy and how he affected you in a way you’ve never felt before.
But you loved it.
The next morning, you walked through the halls with a tight chest. Your heart beat rapidly at the thought of seeing your red beanie cutie, or rather, Jisung, in person. ‘Why the hell am I so nervous?’ You gripped your camera bag closer to your form as you made your way to your chemistry class.
“Y/n!” You heard deep voice say. You looked up to see Felix and Hyunjin waving to you. As you were about to greet the two, another person called out your name.
“Y/n!!” It was from a voice you’ve never heard before. You turned around to see Jisung running up to you with a cute smile, his red headphones dangling around his neck as he ran. Your eyes widened. You were about to greet him when he ambushed you with the biggest hug ever. “Good morning, Y/n! It’s so nice seeing you in person!”
‘How warm...’ you thought as you closed your eyes and returned his hug. You had to refrain yourself from whining out a complain when he let go of you. “How are you? Did you sleep well last night?” he asked, placing his hands on your shoulders.
Your mouth was agape. You stared into his pure, star-y eyes, speechless. ‘No way is this the same dude I was sending dirty texts to’. He looked at you expectantly, head tilted, waiting for your response. ‘Fuck. He’s so damn cute!’ “O-oh,” you stammered. “Yeah! I did sleep...good...last night…”
“Awesome! Me too! I really had fun talking with you,” he smiled, his words seemingly innocent. You could only blush. Oh if anyone knew the truth behind his words. “Speaking of talking, let’s hang out later so we can get to know each other a little more!”
“R-really? I mean- great! Yeah, let’s hangout later!” you nervously said.
“Yes! I’ll see you later, Y/n!” Jisung gave you another hug before leaving, waving to you as he walked further away from you. You weakly smiled as you waved back. ‘Why am I so awkward?’ Sighing, you turned around to see Felix and Hyunjin gaping at you. ‘Oh, right. Forgot about them’.
“Morning guys,” you stiffly greeted.
“Uh-good morning to you too, Y/n?” Felix replied. “So...How did the party go?”
You glanced at Hyunjin for a brief moment. “Oh, You know. Same old same old. Loud music. Lots of alcohol. People getting drunk, making out, fucking. Kinda what you expect in a typical college party in those cheesy tv shows.”
“Okay, cut the crap, Y/n,” Hyunjin intervened. “Since when did you and Jisung get close? Did something happen between you two?”
Felix nodded. “Yeah, I have never seen you two interact before today. Something happened during the party that you’re not telling us!”
“What’s this? An interrogation?” you said accusingly, “Nothing happened! We just happened to meet yesterday and got each other’s phone numbers. That’s all!”
“Liar,” Hyunjin scoffed. “I know Jisung. He wouldn’t be so buddy-buddy with someone he just met in less than 24 hours- especially to that extent. Something happened! I know it!”
You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. You wouldn’t remember cause you were dead drunk last night.”
“Seriously, man?!” Felix laughed. “Is that why you were complaining about having a headache?”
“Y/n!” Hyunjin whined. “Look what you did!”
“Not my fault! You kept pestering me!”
“Okay. Okay. Let’s stop now,” your freckled friend pushed you two apart. “We’re gonna be late!”
The bell rang, signaling the end of class...and the continuation of Felix and Hyunjin’s interrogation.
“Tell us.”
“Tell us.”
“Yeah, tell us.”
“Time to tell us~.”
“Come clean, Y/n~.”
“The truth shall set you free~.”
“Are you guys fucking serious?” you said exasperatedly. The boys corned you against the wall like FBI agents. Or more like those cliché high school bullies. Either way, it was suffocating. “I told you! Nothing noteworthy happened! We met, then talked, then texted, and that’s it! End of story!”
“Hm…” Hyunjin looked at you suspiciously. “I smell cap.”
“Something else happened. We can feel it,” Felix said with a sly grin.
“God! You’re both so annoying!”
The boys laughed. “We wouldn’t be so annoying if you just told us!” Hyunjin defended, making you groan.
“Geez…” you muttered as you rubbed your temples.
“Hey! No bullying in the halls!” You all turned to see Minho walking towards you three with an annoying grin.
Felix scoffed before chuckling. “Like you’re one to talk.”
“Wait, Minho!” Hyunjin gasped. “You were sober last night. What happened between Y/n and Jisung?”
“They fucked.”
The younger boys gasped in shock, turning to you in disbelief. Meanwhile, you scowled at Minho’s terrible attempt at a joke. You sighed, “First of all: NO, we didn’t. Second of all, don’t lie to them like that, you asshole.” Minho bursted out in laughter while the other two stared in confusion.
“So...y’all didn’t fuck?” Felix asked.
“NO!”
“Then what happened?!”
“Why do guys wanna know so bad?” Minho asked.
Hyunjin pouted. “Because! It’s just a little weird how those two talked as if they’ve known each other their whole lives.”
“What? What did they do?”
“We just witnessed Jisung coming out of nowhere and hugging Y/n as if they were long lost lovers,” Felix explained.
“Oh?” Minho raised a brow, smirking. “What did you two do to make him act like that?”
“Not you too!” you cried. “Why are you all so hung up?!”
“Because this is Han Jisung we’re talking about! I told you, he’s a shy boy, so it’s just surprising to see him warm up to you so fast!”
“Right?!” Hyunjin said. “It took him a while to warm up to us! That’s why we wanna know.”
You sighed in irritation for the nth time. The once playful interaction was now getting on your nerves. “Alright, no more bullying Y/n, losers. Only I can,” Minho said, patting your back. “I was just joking with you all. Honestly, Jisung thought Y/n was cute so I did little bit of an exchange and they hit it off, I guess.”
Hyunjin muttered, “Still doesn’t explain why he was so clingy with Y/n but whatever.”
Minho shrugged. “I don’t know either. Connection or something.”
“Hmm...Fine,” Hyunjin and Felix said. You let out a breath of relief. Finally…The school bell rang again, making Felix and Hyunjin panic.
“Shit. Let’s go, Hyunjin!” Felix hissed, pulling the taller male with him. Once they left your field of sight, you turned to Minho with a tired expression.
“My Lord, I offer you my sincerest thanks.”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “I know I’m the best. You’re welcome,” he said smugly. “Now that they’re gone...Tell me all the dirty shit you guys sent.”
You stared blankly at him. “What?”
“Come on, you don’t think I know? I’ve been friends with you and Jisung long enough to know where this would go. Now spill.”
Your face grew hot as Minho continued to stare you down with a smirk. “Do I have to?”
“Yes! I hooked you two up, so I need to know the details! Not too graphic though.”
You gave him a pouty look. “No.”
“Boo…” Minho chortled. “You’re lame.”
“Fuck off.”
“Hey. Be nice. I’m the reason you now have a fuck buddy.”
“Again. Fuck off, you little-” You stopped yourself when you saw a familiar figure with red headphones infront of you. “Jisung!” Minho whipped his head around to see Jisung walking toward the two of you. Your friend offered you a knowing smile. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, prompting you to subtly shove him.
“Oh, hi Y/n! Hi Minho!” Jisung smiled, nodding his head.
Minho waved. “Hey, Ji.”
“What’re you doing? Don’t you have a class?” you asked Jisung.
“Eh...My lit teacher is out so we have a free period today. What about you guys?”
“Same here,” Minho said. “Trig teacher out, Minho out.”
The two of you giggled at Minho’s choice of words. “How about you, Y/N?” Jisung asked.
“I, uh, have a free class.”
“Oh, really?” the blonde haired boy exclaimed, his eyes widened excitedly.
“My literature teacher is out too, so yeah. Boom, I’m free.”
“Wait…” Minho said. “Who’s English class are you guys in?”
You and Jisung answered at the same time. “Mrs. Jung.” Minho stared at the both of you expectantly, waiting for the realization to kick in. And eventually, it did.
“Hold on, you have Mrs. Jung too?!” You both yelled.
Minho chuckled. “Finally. How did you two not notice each other before?”
Shrugging, you said, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s a lecture hall filled with 30 plus people? Of course we wouldn’t have known.”
“Pff, still surprising though.”
Jisung gasped then faced you. “Oh, Y/n! Since we both have a free class, why don’t we hang out now?” he asked, his fingers twiddling with the drawstrings of his white hoodie.
“Oh right. Yeah, we could,” you said. “Wanna come along, Min?”
The older male waved you off. “Pass. Don’t wanna be there to see you two fuck.”
“Minho!”
“Dude!”
You and Jisung felt embarrassment run throughout your bodies, unappreciative of Minho’s joke. He, however, enjoyed the response he got from you both. “Don’t deny it! We’re all adults still in school. We gotta relieve the stress somehow.”
“Stop!”
“Minho!”
Minho bellowed out with laughter, beginning to walk away. “I’m just gonna go to the library. See ya, lovebirds! Remember, no sex in public areas! We’re still at school!”
“Hyung, you fucker!” Jisung called out as you sigh. As Minho walked further away, throwing you both a sly smirk as he did, Jisung started pulling you to face him. “Uhm. Sorry about him, Y/n,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
You chuckled, “Nah, it’s fine. I know what he’s like too.”
“So…Since we’re both free for the period. Shall we?” he bowed like a sophisticated nobleman offering to dance with a maiden at a ball. You giggled, curtsying to play along.
“We shall, kind sir.”
Jisung smiled, standing up straight to meet your eyes. He started to walk again. “Awesome! I mean- excellent. I know a wonderfully secluded place where we may chat amongst ourselves.”
“‘Chat’?” you asked cheekily. “Are you sure that’s not code for something?”
Jisung’s face glowed red. “No!” he panicked. “No no no. I swear I didn’t mean anything by that! I just genuinely wanted to talk to you. No sexual innuendos whatsoever!”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his shyness. “Relax. I was just messing with you, Jisung.”
“Oh,” he sighed in relief. You laughed even more when you saw his shoulders slump.
“Sorry, but you were just so cute, I couldn’t help it.” Before any of you could dwell on your words and grow flustered, you dragged him through the hallways. “Let’s go? I’m dying to see this ‘wonderfully secluded’ place you’re talking about.”
Jisung led you outside of the building, towards the garden near the back of the campus. “Oh wow,” you breathed, taking in the serenity of the area. “I didn’t even know we had a garden here.” You reached your hand out to run your fingers against the sea of Hydrangeas.
“Right?” he chuckled as he led you down the concrete path. “I didn’t even know about it either until the beginning of the school year.”
“How’d you find it?”
“I-uh-found out about it when I was hiding from Changbin.”
“Changbin?” you looked at him in surprise. “The sweet, muscle-y dude that wore all black at the party?”
“Pff, ‘sweet’ but yeah. Him. I’d...rather not talk about what I did to make him hunt me down.” Jisung shivered as if he had relived a horror movie. You snorted at his reaction, finding it funny. “Yeah...but ever since I found the place, I come here when I feel overwhelmed with life or need inspiration. So, a lot,” he snickered.
The two of you walked further into the garden until you reached an empty patch of grass. “And...here we are!” Before he let you sit, he took off the mismatched flannel he was wearing over his hoodie and laid it on the ground. “After you,” he gestured to it. You laughed as you sat down, finding the act sweet.
“Thank you!”
The two of you spent the last 80 minutes getting to know each other and it felt like it was the fastest 80 minutes spent. You learned about each other’s passions, dreams, fears, everything. Nothing sexual mentioned at all, not even the sinful deeds you’ve both committed the night before.
“Okay okay. Favorite color?” you joked, laughing when Jisung rolled his eyes.
“Really? Are you running out of questions?” he playfully sneered at you.
“Just answer!”
“Red. What’s your favorite subject?”
“Photography, duh. I am an aspiring photographer,” you lightly shoved him with your shoulder which made him chuckle. “Oh! Speaking of, can I take a few pictures of the garden? It’s pretty and I might need them someday.”
“Go ahead.”
You snapped some pictures of the different areas of the garden, taking extra attention to the pink Azaleas and other flowers in the vicinity. Wanting to ask Jisung a question, you turned around to find him already staring at you like a love-struck fool. The both of you blushed; you didn’t even remember what your question was anymore. You heard Jisung chuckle timidly under his breath. Getting the pictures you were looking for, you went back to Jisung, who was now laying down with his eyes closed. Finding the way he looked so relaxed pleasing, you snapped a quick shot of him sunbathing under the cool skies with the flowers swaying in the background. Remembering what you wanted to ask him, you were about to ask him your question before the bell rang. “Crap. second period already ended?”
“For real, right?” Jisung said, looking at the building. “Didn’t even feel like an hour passed.”
“Yeah…” you whispered. You walked back to where Jisung was at to grab your things.
“Where are you going?” you looked up to see Jisung sitting up and giving you his doe eyes- which made your heart thump.
“Don’t you wanna eat?”
“Nah,” he said as he laid back down on the makeshift blanket, closing his eyes. “I’d rather stay here and talk to you more.” You heard him whisper. You felt giddy at the fact that he wanted to spend more time with you. “Oh!” he quickly sat up to look at you. “But if you’re hungry, we can totally go to the canteen!” You lightly nodded, feeling your stomach growl.
“Sorry but I didn’t eat breakfast...”
“No problem! That’s why I said we can go!” He stood up and gathered up his things from the ground. He picked up the flannel and dusted it off. “Ready?” He stuck his left arm out for you to take. You giggled as you wordlessly looped your right arm with his. You snuggled closer to his arm, catching a whiff of his cologne. You felt so safe with him, despite only knowing each other for a day.
And that scared you.
You sat on your desk, writing your notes. The black inked pen glided smoothly on the lined parchment. The only source of light was the white lamp on the left side of your desk. Sighing, you stopped writing, feeling the need to sleep overcome you. You placed your pen down and rubbed your face. The chair lightly screeched as you stood up. You switched your lamp off then climbed to your bed, not even bothering to clean up your study space.
As you pulled your blanket over your body, your phone pinged. You turned your head to check the time on the clock. ‘9:57p.m.’, it read. Your eyebrow ticked in irritation. Grabbing your phone, you wanted to text the person the kindest ‘fuck you’ until you read the name.
Message from Min’s ho3
Seeing that it was from Jisung, you abruptly sat up to reply to him, internally cringing at the fact you were so desperate for him. ‘I need to change this dude’s contact name’ you laughed silently. Your phone unlocked and immediately directed you to the message.
Min’s ho3: u up?
Me: Yeah, I am.
I was about to sleep tho ngl
Min’s ho3: fr? dang you sleep early lol
reminds me of seungmin
You scoffed.
Me: It’s not even that early!
Min’s ho3: hmmm yeah it is... 🤗
Me: Excuse me?
Min’s ho3: jkjk
anyways. how are you? wanna chat?
or if you really wanna sleep, thats fine too
Me: Nah. I’d rather stay and talk to you than sleep
You smiled, wondering if Jisung would get your reference.
Min’s ho3: ohhh you make me blush. really using my own words against me, baby?
Me: What? Did that bother you?
What are you gonna do? Punish me?
You squirmed on your bed, squeezing your legs together after sending that risqué text. You were nervous if Jisung didn’t want to reciprocate your feelings...But you knew he would. Of course he would.
Minho’s ho3: it didn’t bother me before, not even a little, but now?
call me
In a flash, you pressed on his contact and tapped on the telephone icon under the picture-less grey icon. The texts faded and changed to the call screen. Your phone only rang once before Jisung answered.
“Baby…” his voice sounded raspy, sending a delightful chill up your spine. ‘Shit…’
You cleared your throat before speaking. “Jisung?”
“Nuh uh. Don’t ‘Jisung’ me, baby,” he spoke. His voice held an air of authority in it, causing your core clench around nothing. “Are you asking for a punishment?” You nodded your head, not even realizing he couldn’t see you. “Hm, baby? What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue all of a sudden?”
“N-no?”
“No? Then answer me. Are you asking for a punishment, angel?”
“N-no…”
Jisung scoffed. “Well too late now, baby,” he said. “Take off your pajamas for me.” You dropped your phone and slowly stripped off your shorts and underwear. You kicked them to the side of your bed and shivered, feeling the cold air hit your wetness. “Off, babe?”
“Y-yeah,” you whimpered. “They’re off.”
“Good. Do you have any sex toys?”
You felt your face heat up. The thought of you revealing to anyone that you own them was humiliating. “I- yeah. Yeah, I do.”
“Then use it.”
You hesitantly reached under your bed for your dildo. Embarrassment filled your chest. ‘I’ve used it before. Why am I so ashamed to use it now?’ Before you could insert the purple silicone toy inside you, Jisung spoke.
“Don’t fuck it just yet, beautiful. Want you to tease yourself first.”
You huffed in frustration, not liking how Jisung stopped you but still listened to him. You brushed the dildo on your clit, sighing when you felt the stimulation. You continued rubbing yourself, your hips raising once in a while. Through the phone, you could hear Jisung panting, signaling that he started touching himself as well. The thought made you wetter. “Fuck. Jisung,” you whimpered, biting your lip.
“Not yet, baby,” he sighed. “Keep playing with yourself until I tell you otherwise.”
You wanted to cry. The feeling was good but didn’t want anymore teasing. You moved the toy from your clit to your core, teasing your entrance. You felt yourself clench when it touched you. “Jisung…” you pouted, wanting him to give you permission to fuck yourself.
“I said not yet, brat,” he growled, faintly hearing wet slapping in the background. “Keep asking and you’re not gonna cum at all.”
All you could do was to shut up, not wanting to piss him off any further. You threw your head back, toying with your clit again. You whined and moaned, feeling the beginning of your release bubbling. You called out Jisung’s name again, warning him that you wanted to cum.
“Close already, baby?” he chuckled darkly. “So fast.” You put more pressure on your sensitive bud, core clench rapidly. You were on the brink of cumming when…
“Stop.”
As if you were possessed by his words, you immediately removed the dildo from your clit, making you whine. Tears began streaming down your face at the loss of your orgasm. ‘That fucking sadist’.
Hearing your sniffles, Jisung laughed darkly. “Aww,” he sarcastically sympathized. “Were about to cum?”
“Y-yes…” you said quietly, trying not to back talk to him in case he decides to be crueler to you.
“You were? Aw, I’m sorry, darling,” Jisung snickered. “How about I let you fuck your dildo, hm? To make up for it?”
“Yes, please!”
“Then go for it, angel.”
Finally, you let the silicone toy invade your sopping pussy, letting out a loud moan as it slowly entered you. Hearing your cries of pleasure made Jisung throw his head back with a moan of his own, loving the sinful sounds that escaped your lips. He stroked his cock faster when we heard another moan from his phone.
“Oh shit, Y/n,” he hissed. Your eyes rolled back when you heard him, moving the toy faster inside you. Because of your denied orgasm prior, it didn’t take too long for you to grow close to your second attempt of a release. You moaned, your core clench tighter and tighter with every pump.
“Jisung!” you cried. “‘M so close! Shit!”
“W-wait. ‘Want you to hold it,” Jisung ordered. His breath was heavy, hips bucking as he drew nearer to his orgasm. “Want to- fuck. Wanna cum together, baby.” The thought of cumming together sounded hot. You tried slowing your movements only by a little, still keeping the strength of each thrust. That proved to be useless, however, because you could still feel the warmth in your lower stomach grow hotter and tighter. You bit your lip, feeling the need to scream.
“Jisung, please!” you were full on sobbing at this point, the need to cum was overpowering.
“Shit, ‘m close, Y/n!” he moaned. “J-just a little more!”
Fuck it. You snapped your wrist faster, hoping that Jisung would hurry and catch up to you. On the other line, Jisung was nearing his end, spurred on by the sound of your filthy cries of his name. His hand pumped himself faster, twisting when he was at his tip. Hearing your breathy moans and whines was driving him mad. It was addicting; so addicting that it was the main reason why he was moaning quieter-just to hear you.
“Holy fuck- Y/n!” Jisung cried, his dick spurting steaks of white all over his hand and stomach. Hearing him moan brought you to your own release, twisting and twitching as you cummed around the purple dildo. You called out his name the same manner he did. You shook, quietly whimpering, as you continued to ride out your orgasm until you slowly pulled it out of you. The both of you could only hear the sound of each other’s heavy breathing through your phone. Jisung was the first to speak, though he was still too breathless to speak completely coherent.
“Ah-shit. D-did you feel good, Y/n?”
You hummed as an answer, not having enough energy to do or say anything. The round cheeked boy giggled when he realized this. His chest surged with pride. He smiled lazily to himself. “Really? Sweet,” he sighed. “I’ll go now to let you sleep, yeah?”
You hum again in acknowledgment. “Goodnight, beautiful. Sleep tight.” You closed your eyes, listening to the sound of your phone beeping, signifying the end of your call. As you sat up to clean yourself up, you caught sight of your messages with Jisung.
‘Crap, what am I doing with this boy?’
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Starker Highschool AU - Natasha is Tony’s sister
“Keep it down tomorrow tonight, short stack. My boyfriend’s coming over after school and I’m not sure he wants to hear you mangling the violin.”
Natasha looks up from her homework and stares at her brother in the doorway; lips parted in surprise. Tony’s going for nonchalant, which of course, she can see through in an instant. He may be two years older than her, but Natasha is a particularly observant fifteen year old. “Your boyfriend?” She says, a grin spreading across her face when Tony shifts a little uncomfortably.
“Yes.” He bristles, not quite making eye-contact. “My boyfriend.”
“Since when do you-“
“Since none of your business. Gonna be chill about this or not?”
She lifts her eyebrows and mimes zipping her lips. Tony half-smiles at her: soft and gentle, the sort of smile that says she’s the only one he’s told about his boyfriend, the sort of smile that lets her know that even though he’s a complete dick, he’s a good guy at heart, and a good brother too. She loves him, really. So she says: “My silence will only cost you thirty dollars.”
He smirks at her, and tosses some cash onto her bed. “Jokes on you, short stuff, I was prepared to go to fifty.” And then he wraps his knuckles against her doorframe, and disappears down the hall.
She huffs, rolling her eyes, and turning back to her notebook.
But she doesn’t stop thinking about it. Tony, her brother, Tony has a boyfriend.
Tony doesn’t do boyfriends. He does hook-ups at parties that become the talk of the school and Nat tries not to listen to the gossip or the rumour mill as it goes around and around. A few times, older kids have come up to her, tried to ascertain the truth over a certain one-night stand and she’ll glare at them until they turn away.
But a boyfriend. He must be special. She taps her pencil against her desk and thinks. Is it someone from school? Maybe. She wonders who.
She wonders what they might be like and shudders a little.
Tony dresses like a complete douchebag. He rides his stupid motorbike to school (and okay, yes he does give her a ride from time to time which is pretty cool, but also, no, he’s her big brother, so he’s not cool at all), and he wears black leather jackets and sunglasses inside. He thinks he’s better than everyone else and brags about all his science fair trophies with no degree of humility.
He’s cocky, arrogant and constantly sarcastic.
She can only imagine what horror his boyfriend will be.
Still, she rolls her neck and turns back to her work, it’s only a high school romance, and she knows from experience that those don’t last.
***
“Your hair looks-“ Bruce trips over his shoelaces and hastily rightens himself “-really nice. R-really good.”
She smiles, flicking the vibrant red for effect. “Scarlet suits me, right?”
Bruce nods eagerly, and nearly careens right into an open locker. She catches him by his backpack last minute, and he smiles gratefully.
“So, your brother’s in my brother’s grade, right?” She asks.
Bruce nods as he starts slotting in his textbooks. “Sure, why?”
“Apparently,” she drops her voice into a whisper, not trusting the roaming ears of the hallway, “Tony has a boyfriend?”
Bruce blinks in surprise, before shaking his head and grinning. “Your brother is so cool, honestly, I want to be just like him when I-“
Natasha resists the urge to throttle him, and decides that since Bruce is in science-infatuation mode over her brother’s lame AI tech, that maybe the best person to ask is Clint. She shoots him a text and he replies by saying he’s got a free period later.
The bell rings and Bruce locks up. “Good luck on your recital this Friday! I wish I could make it!”
Nat shrugs, slinging her backpack on. “It’s just another violin thing. You’ll catch the next one.” And then she reaches forward and ruffles his hair.
Bruce bats at her, and scurries away.
*
Clint, as it turns out, has information.
It’s not a boy from this school, but-
“Murberry Academy across town,” he says, mouth full of chips. The teacher on duty keeps glaring at him, but he hasn’t noticed. “That’s what I heard.”
Natasha leans back in her chair, thinking. She doesn’t know anyone from Murberry Academy. But she does know about it. “Super preppy school- the one with the blue blazers?”
Clint nods, licking cheesy dust off his fingers. She tries not to make a face. Boys are gross. “Yeah. So, your brother probably met his bae at a party or something.”
She does make a face at that. “Not bae. Never say that again. You’re banned.”
“Hey, Nat?” Comes a whispered voice, and Natasha turns only to feel her whole face bloom bright red as Pepper leans over with her stupid gorgeous face- “Do you have a pen I can borrow? Mine ran out?”
Natasha hands one over with sweaty fingers and what she hopes is a smile, but might be a grimace-
“Well that,” Clint mutters, laughing and choking on his snack, “was smooth.”
Natasha hits him, and it’s worth the apology the teacher makes her give.
*
There’s a big part of her that wants to play really loud music that night. Howard and Maria are out, like normal, and she knows Tony is getting ready. She wants to blast Taylor Swift or one of her podcasts, or maybe practise for her recital- but there’s thirty dollars in her purse, and she doesn’t want Tony to chicken out.
She’s curious.
So, when she hears Tony leave his room, she bolts out of hers, and follows him to the kitchen.
He’s wearing a tight black tee and dark jeans, and his hair is messy in that bedhead kind of way that meant he spent ages on it-
“Oh god,” he groans when he sees her, shooing her away. “Go. You’re banished.”
She laughs, sitting up at the breakfast bar in her pyjamas and shakes her head. “No way. I wanna meet him. What’s his name?”
Tony rolls his eyes, and he starts pulling stuff out of the cupboards. Flour, sugar, eggs- Nat frowns and wonders just how nervous he is. “Oh, right, his name, how could I forget? It’s- none of your business.” And then he pats her head with the newspaper.
She reaches forward and grabs the pot of frosting he’s taken out, popping the lid and digging out some with her finger. She’s watching her brother through her lashes, trying to be discreet, because he’s agitated, pacing, he’s a little sweaty, which is- weird. He must- the thought seems odd, he must really care about this guy.
So, she swallows her frosting, and goes for casual: “You know, Spongebob-Uglypants, I’ll probably like him, right? I like Clint, and Clint is a piece of garbage sometimes.”
Tony relaxes, just a little. “He’s uh- special.” He admits, rubbing the back of his neck.
Natasha wants to say: high school relationships don’t last and how long have you even known him?
But she doesn’t. She just offers the chocolate icing to Tony who takes some gratefully.
And then the doorbell rings.
Nat beams and Tony groans, and goes to answer it.
There’s silence for a moment and then-
“Oh my god, you taste like chocolate!” Comes a bubbly voice, and Natasha frowns, because that doesn’t sound like a motorbike riding, black leather wearing piece of boyfriend material-
And then they walk in.
She can’t help but sputter.
The guy next to Tony is- he’s- what the fuck.
He’s all small and dainty, with pastel highlights in his curly, light brown hair. He’s wearing a pink sweater and beige corduroys and he looks like- he’s- sweet- and friendly looking and- he smiles brightly once he sees her, and Natasha cannot compute because her brother is all in black, stone-faced and sarcastic, but this boy is-
“You must be Natasha!” He squeals delightedly, bounding forward with an outstretched hand. She shakes it in disbelief, eyes flitting to Tony for confirmation that this is a joke. It must be. “Tony’s told me so much about you! Oh my gosh, you guys look so alike!”
At that, both Tony and Natasha recoil.
Tony grabs Peter’s wrist, tugs him into his side and settles a hand instinctively onto his waist and Peter cuddles him automatically.
Oh god. This isn’t a joke.
This is- this is Tony’s boyfriend, this is-
“Peter,” Tony introduces, “this is my sister. She’s promised not to be annoying today.”
“Don’t think I promised that,” Natasha quips, finally dragged out of her stunned silence. She looks over Peter again, at the bright colours and big honey eyes. “Peter, how did you and my brother meet?”
Tony looks pained. “We don’t have to-“
“Oh, it’s so sweet!” Peter gushes, “I go to Murberry and we were having a decathlon contest against your school and I got lost on my way back from the bathroom and I ran into Tony! He was so sweet and funny! And we just hit it off, right, my gorgeous scientist?” Peter nuzzles Tony’s neck and presses a sweet kiss to his cheek and Natasha bites back her laugh because this is brilliant.
She needs to start recording this.
Tony looks like he’d kill her if she tried.
“That’s right, babe,” Tony sighs, sounding resigned to his fate.
Peter pouts up at him. “No, call me by the nickname you call me all the time-“
Natasha can’t help the giggle that slips out, and Tony glares at her without any heat before whispering: ‘bambi’ right into Peter’s ear.
Oh god. This is everything. Her brother is a softie. Oh god. His weakness is pretty boys who are on decathlon teams-
“We’re about to make cookies for the charity fun run winners, Nat!” Peter exclaims, as he and Tony walk around the counter. “Do you want to join us? Oh Tony! You got the white flour just like my Uncle- you didn’t have to! You are so sweet!” And he’s tiptoeing and kissing Tony again and-
This is brilliant. Her brother is a sweet, thoughtful softie. He’s not a cool guy at all. And all the ingredients on the counter now make sense.
Tony gives her a look that says: stay and die.
So, she decides to do him a favour. “I would, Peter,” she smiles warmly, because Peter is sweet and she likes him enormously. “But I have a lot of homework to do. Say bye before you go though, okay?”
“Okay! Good luck on your homework!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tony mutters, practically shoving her out.
For the rest of the evening, she hears Peter’s giggles and her brothers own, softer laughs. Laughter she’s never heard from him. She hears the low murmur of their conversation, and then silences where she tries not to think too hard about what’s happening.
When it hits midnight, and she needs to go to bed, she leaves her bedroom to tell Peter goodnight, and she finds her brother and his boyfriend on the couch, snuggled into each other, watching an old Friends episode.
“Natasha,” Peter blinks drowsily, sitting up. He’s so cute, he’s like a deer- oh. Bambi. “Hey,” he smiles, “wha’ time is it?”
She smiles back, “it’s almost midnight.”
“I need to be heading home,” Peter sighs, and Tony grumbles, half-asleep.
“Stay the night, bambi, please.”
Peter blushes a little, and kisses Tony’s nose. “I wish I could, handsome.”
Tony yawns, forcing himself up. “I’ll pick you up after practise tomorrow,” he promises, kissing Peter on the mouth, and Nat looks away politely.
“Only if you bring a spare helmet,” Peter chirps, and Tony swats at him but misses. His fingers are curled into Peter’s sweater, like he doesn’t want him to go, and Natasha can’t-
It was funny, before, with the flour in their hair and the pet names, but now- it’s just sweet and soft and warm and-
She thinks of Pepper and feels a little lonely.
After bidding Peter goodnight, Tony stares at her, as if waiting for the jokes to come, but she doesn’t have any. Okay, she does, but not for tonight.
“He’s nice,” she says, as lightly as she can, “I like him a lot. Plus, the house smells like cookies. It’s a yes from me.”
Tony scratches his chin where his awful, patchy, teenage stubble is starting to make an appearance. “It’s a yes from me too, squirt,” he says fondly, and they both go to bed.
*
Natasha’s a protective little sister, just like Tony can be a protective older brother, so she stalks Peter’s facebook a little.
It’s all just gut-wrenchingly charming.
He posts an inordinate amount of cat memes but also lots of photos of him and Tony, and in all of them, Tony is a stoic-faced figure, effortless suave and leaning back with perfect hair in dark clothes, with Peter as his rainbow-splashed companion, with his huge smile and sun-dappled freckles.
Peter tags Tony in pretty much every post she sees and Tony replies to them all without fail.
Her brother is a sap, and honestly, Natasha’s kind of here for it.
Peter adds her on facebook and she hits accept- and then suddenly she’s getting tagged in stuff.
Stuff like tag the prettiest girl you know and who rocks red hair the best and- damn it, she’s getting more and more fond.
She hopes they don’t break up. She hopes high school relationships last.
Peter even comes to her recital. Rushes up to her back stage afterwards, flushed with glee, and gushes over how “amazing you are- oh god, you’re just- you’re amazing! Please tell me you want to be a violinist when you grow up.”
She laughs, glowing with pride and the rush of the performance, and shakes her head. “I don’t think so, it’s just a hobby. I’m glad you liked it though, Peter.”
“I just- Tony said how good you were, but you blew me away and-“
“Wait.” She cuts him off; surprised, “Tony said I was good?” Her arrogant, know it all brother said-
Peter rolls his eyes like she’s being silly. “He’s always talking about you! I feel like I already know you! He brags about you all the time. How you’re a black belt already, and how you stood up for that girl by punching that waiter in the face! And that he loves listening to you play- he’s come to all your recitals!”
She shakes her head, heart pounding with emotion. “That’s not- he hasn’t-“
Peter laughs, eyes crinkling, “he has! He takes a photo of you each time, he has an album on his phone- oh wait.” Peter suddenly looks worried, “that might be a present for you- oh no! Act surprised? Please?”
She can’t find the words.
She pulls Peter into a hug and shakes her head. “Tell my idiot brother I love him okay? And tell him to never let you go.” She says into his ear.
Peter beams, and kisses her cheek. “Okay! And there’s someone waiting to talk to you outside! They asked me to tell you!” And then he’s gone, no doubt to his very-in-love boyfriend aka her brother. Will wonders never cease?
Natasha puts on her coat, and goes out into the cool, crisp air of the parking lot.
Pepper’s standing there, holding a rose.
#starker#tony x peter#high school au#young tony#young peter#fluff#tooth rotting fluff#happy ending#dating#tony and natasha are siblings#natasha x pepper#tony is a softie#tony stark has a heart#slightly fem peter#precious peter parker#petnames#cute shit honestly#well i think so#popular tony
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Zeus, Hera, Artemis, Aphrodite, and Hestia for your choice of f/o('s)? (@holy-heck-i-love-my-fo)
[♡ greek mythology self ship asks]
Zeus: How did you first meet your f/o(s)? How did you feel about each other at first?
god ok gotta tell this story again lmao
ok 4 context its halloween. i volunteer @ haunted house bc i have free time and a little extra money couldnt hurt. im just supposed to be a part of the setup crew but one of the actresses hurt her ankle that night so i had to fill in and i rlly didnt want to but it was whatever. things were going pretty well?? until these two (cuteass) douchebags are in and one of them is obviously scared hes clutching onto his taller best friends and is glaring at everything that moves but hes visibily on edge. i figure its an easy scare and it would b super funny until i pop out as planned and he punches the absolute shit out of my chest and it Hurts. his friend starts laughing at him which he obviously doesnt take well at all so they get to arguing in the middle of the hallway for some reason??? its definitely turning a few heads, so i try to butt in and before i can get back up on my own the taller douchebag 2 (d2) is kinda like halfassedly extending his hand out to me?? as if to say u can take my help or not idc but i do anyways and get back up. they turn 2 leave or whatever 2 get to the end of this stupid thing but i realise d2 left his weird looking glasses so i kinda hold onto them until my shift is over since i cant rlly just stop to give them back? anyways my shift is over and im out of costume and everything but i still have the guys shades, thankfully the two didnt go too far bc i was able to catch up 2 them. remember tht moment i had where they first entered and i thought they were cute as hell?? yea. now tht im out of costume/makeup theyre having the exact same realisation. i give the guy his shades back and find out his name is sollux, the shorter guy (i learned his name was karkat) actually apologises to me 4 hitting me bc of reflex but hes kinda mumbling it with his arms crossed (which is adorable) so i obviously gotta forgive him. again they Both think im cute (which is mutual) so sollux actually mentions he was thinking about ditching the group the two of them came with bc theyre lame or something and im kinda like. their replacement anyways we go 2 a cursed ass dennys at 12am and vibe in solluxs car. fast forward and we're in love
Hera: How did you first start your romantic relationship with your f/o(s)? How did the way you feel about each other evolve to get to that point?
it was a whole lot of mutual pining (more lowkey on my side, Very much highkey on their side) and competition with some extremely gay undertones from them towards each other because they both knew the other liked me, it happened bc sollux made a joke to tease karkat along the lines of "hes just acting tht way bc he likes you" and karkat got Extremely defensive and replied with smth like "well you like them too you useless dick" which got them arguing (i say arguing lightly). i had 2 throw a couch pillow at them to get them to quiet down enough for me to tell them i like them too
Artemis: Do you have any LGBT+ headcanons for you f/o(s)? Do you share these identities? Feel free to share anything else special about your LGBT+ identities.
sollux is bi and nonbinary tht uses he/they!! and karkat is a bi trans guy on the ace spectrum!! we have all transed our gender :)
Aphrodite: How do you and your f/o(s) like to show love to each other? Feel free to include your love languages, if you find that helpful.
I AM VERY MUCH TOUCH. i demand it. i dont Care what your doing stop being cranky Cuddle Me or i will lay on you (unless they rlly dont wanna i know the signs when 2 back off) i also like to spoil the two of them in expensive stuff whenever i can save up for it and they always yell @ me for "wasting" my money on them lmao (but not too much because they know i cant give handmade stuff im way too insecure in my artistic abilities for that)
karkats love language is acts of service and handmade things (if notes count as that) because he is horrible with words unless he writes them down where he can erase and reword things. he cant erase when he talks. hes sappy so rarely he'll give me little lovenotes because sometimes conveying his affection is easier for him that way instead of talking (theres always aggressive eraser marks on the paper). i like to reassure him that he doesnt have to make any changes because ill appreciate it just as much regardless and its slowly starting to sink in (he doesnt overthink what he writes down that much anymore) also its cute bc he does tht cute little thing tsunderes do where they shove the paper into their love interests chest and doesnt look them in the eye while they do it its the cutest shit
solluxs love language is quality time(? if you can call it that) actually!! he doesnt tolerate a whole lot of peoples presence so when he lets me or karkat hold him/lay on him while he does smth else its a huge sign of love and trust, we r usually doing our own things during it (he'll be on his switch/on his laptop and i'll be on my phone) but being physically close to one another in a comfortable silence means so much
Hestia: What makes you and your f/o(s) feel at home?
this sounds so cheesy???? but each other. we've gotten so used to each other that in any unfamiliar place/situation if we are together we'll be alright
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Symphogear, EP. 6
Last Time on Grand Theft Auto:
Tsubasa recovers from the world’s gayest coma as Hibiki trains her mind while putting aside such silly concepts as “the love of my life” and “literally being with my girlfriend.” After cooling Miku’s paranoia with her brand new washboard abs, Genjuro prepares the team for a pizza run across the city to deliver a dangerously hot pizza pie named Durandal. Chaos emerges as the delivery is intercepted by a rival pizza gang, lead by the nefarious Gremlin known as Yukine Chris. But, before the pizza could be claimed, dedicated pizza deliverywoman Hibiki not only steals it back, but eats it, harnessing the power of the pizza and unleashing cheesy pasta based chaos around the location.
Ryoko is so into it that she taps into her superpowers and protects Hibiki after she passes out. The delivery is considered a failure, and no tip is given.
And so, the journey continues...
Meanwhile, in this weird, tricked out mansion...
Chris meditates on some water metaphors of her own.
“that pacman colored freak took only touching it to activate a cheap ass french sword that gave her weird demon powers and its taken me YEARS to use this dumb stripper outfit and the funny cane that goes with it, what the FUCK man, what even is my life”
“maybe... maybe honeybaked hams ARE that powerful...”
“NO! turkey is the superior meat! it’s healthier, lower in fat, and way more tasty! fuck you! i’ll get my goddamned revenge!”
Chris begins musing about Fine’s motivations to capture Hibiki; during these, we’re treated to some brief image flashbacks of Chris’s life.
Suddenly, those jokes about food are a lot less funny.
It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together as to why this young woman is helping a strange nudist dominatrix spread alien terror across the city of mumblednoises, Japan. She doesn’t really have many an option on the table. It’s either help the weird kinkster with her plans, or die.
Despite everything, she has a high opinion of Fine, for the same reasons someone might have a high opinion of a television show if it were the only show they were ever exposed to. She is deeply afraid of being alone again, because she has lived through such misery that the very thought of existing out in the cold again terrifies the shit out of her.
The Sun rises casually amidst Chris’s thoughts.
“ah shit. it just hit me. i literally have spent the entire night standing here instead of actually going the fuck to sleep. goddamnit.”
On such a devious metaphorical twist, Fine stands behind her as the Sun rises.
“yeah, jokes on you. i couldnt sleep for shit either. turns out, all nude, no blankets? in japan? real bad idea.”
“thats why i decided to GO GOTH, babey! whattaya think? do i give those witchy vibes, huh? real ‘black magic woman’ santana hours? feeling cute, gonna head out with the girls and summon satan in the woods kinda aesthetic looking shit? come on, be real with me. does this not look baller?”
“you look like morticia decided to go to the grocery store to buy some wonder bread, but other than that, its a step up from your usual pussy out attitude, so sure”
“you know i decided to get some brain cells on loan from Brain Cells R Us, and ive been thinking this solomon cane stuff is solomon lame. i dont need this dumb oversized harry potter cosplay prop to get shit done. also, murder is... sorta bad? im still trying to get the brain cell stuff down.”
“i can punch just as good as goody two shoes if not better.”
“lol go do it then champ, im gonna go cut down a forest of trees now”
And so, they both just kinda... stand there.
“QUACK, NEXT SCENE, QUACK”
Meanwhile, Tsubasa is rapidly trying to rehabilitate herself from her wounds like walking like a madman, her IV drip presumably filled with Taco Bell brand Doritos Locos Tacos super spicy nacho cheese. Taco Bell: Live Mas.
“im gonna clear every fucking taco bell in your goddamned memory, kanade”
“think outside the bun! wait, what? that was a taco bell slogan? ah fuck it, im dead. what nerd’s gonna try and correct me?”
“i would, kanade. i am that nerd.”
Tsubasa is hell bent to try and understand Kanade’s simple philosophy of helping others selflessly. Unfortunately, when Kanade died, she took all the brain cells between them in the process, so coming to this epiphany is a work in progress.
“listen its a fucking miracle you are 1. alive and 2. able to have your blood run on the garbage melted plastic taco bell tries to dupe people into believing is cheese so why dont you just lie down and think of better franchises to eat from”
“no! you dont understand! taco bell is a franchise of the PEOPLE! their meals are cheap and filling and- and the chicken quesadillas are of good quality for their price! i promised kanade- my vow to the death. taco bell... ergh... now and forever... i-”
“wait. my gay senses are tingling.”
It’s Hibiki, probably running track with Miku.
“oh yeah... her... i should probably apologize to her. about trying to kill her. and then letting her almost be kidnapped. and just giving her a general hard time about something that wasn’t explained to her in the slightest for months. she’s a good bean.”
Tsubasa proceeds to never canonically apologize to Hibiki throughout the entirety of all 4 seasons of Symphogear.
Look at em run. See, it’s a metaphor, because they haven’t communicated yet and they’re running from their problems! But they’re running towards Tsubasa, who is part of the representative problem these two share! Clearly literary genius.
It’s like someone went halfway into writing an NTR plotline and went “maybe this isn’t a good idea to market our songs on.”
Hibiki is still thinking about her Hellshake Yano moment with Durandal. Mainly how she nearly killed someone with it. Hibiki is very starkly in the “killing is bad, and wrong” camp of morality, a trait currently unique to her that she’ll wind up teaching literally everyone else she meets one way or another.
Some could argue the L stands for Lydian, and they’re wrong. It stands for Lesbian.
“that was one hell of a run, hibiki! im pooped! why dont we go to the locker room and call it a day, have a nice shower and just get some dinn-”
“this is the last straw.
i clean your plates. i cook your food. we eat, shit, shower, and sleep in the same FUCKING area, and this is how you repay me? huh? you think being your wife is easy shit, hibiki? half the damn time you’re running off like clark kent having food poisoning and the other half ive gotta babysit you, the emotional equivalent of a preteen clown, to make sure your life doesn’t self destruct harder than Atlantis sinking into the ocean. im done! i am DONE. im reopening my tinder, im slamming my ass BACK into okcupid, and im gonna date some CUTE ACADEMY GIRLS that treat me BETTER than this ABSOLUTE BETRAYAL OF HEART AND IM NOT CRYING I SWEAR ITS JUST THE SWEAT IN MY EYES AND HIBIKI HOW COULD YOU-”
“oh yeah, sure! hey, lemme just do a few more laps, ive just been feeling judgmental about myself and my figure, you know? gotta push myself further...”
“o-oh yeah, sure. no worries, ill wait for you. love you too, hibiki...”
The girls bathe together, as good friends typically do.
“hey you ever notice the showers here have like, weird psuedo-luxurious minipools to bathe in? like, how rich is this school?”
“whoever made this place is either rich or a pervert. or both, probably!”
Miku remarks that Hibiki has changed since she’s entered Lydian, in a manner most unheterosexual.
“oh FUCK you really DO have washboard abs now! ohhh my god.”
“damn, those abs were heavenly. let’s get pancakes later.”
I won’t screenshot it but something to note is that they actually wear each other’s corresponding underwear colors (or even, if you want to examine more closely, each other’s underwear). Here’s an equivalent scene to give you the mental image.
This is the face of someone who knows what they want and already have it. Such is the power of Kohinata Miku.
Meanwhile, Genjuro comes back from the funeral of the guy the Americans filled violently and with impunity.
“yo that all black look looks baller. i should borrow that look... id look pretty gothy in it.”
“ryoko i sympathize with your sharp, fashionista eye but this was for a funeral, i was paying my respects to the dead. thats the usual dress code.”
“didnt know they updated that. i remember back in my day, we just went in white garments and chanted in latin!”
“shit was fire. literally. lots of funeral pyres.”
“lmao ryoko buddy your larping sessions arent actual history”
“hey dont shit on larping around me. i used to be a professional larper while i was majoring in acting. helped really sell my career when i had to pretend to slay the Dark Lord Jyarloen atop the mountain of skulls in Hargobor after my family was killed by the Dark Army. asshole.”
“haha yeah, larping, thats cool yeah, i do that
i...
i larp.”
“oh yeah? you wanna join my larping session sometime then? we’re gonna do an ancient babylon plot thats inspired by some anime, itll be fun”
“.....................................im super into realism.”
“i know im dressed for a funeral but id like to not part ways with my dignity yet. besides, we’ve got serious shit to talk about. basically, we’re on the verge of getting shitcanned.”
As it turns out, the death of this politician removed the last obstacle of opposition to maintain the 2nd Division, as the average criticism against the 2nd Division is “why are we funding this mystery division when we don’t know what they do”. Of course, the sensible idea for an organization that defeats the Noise is to declassify it, given people of different jobs and positions have physically seen the Symphogear in action, but you know. “Oh no, the other governments will come after us” stick gets shaken.
“im in a union. i know my rights. you’re not taking my acting job here away from me.”
“im not going back to be a preschool teacher. its been ten year. the bites on my ankles still havent healed...”
“yeah man, shit sucks ass. i cant fund my adoption habits if im fired.”
Look at these cinematic parallels. Symphogear truly is a franchise made by someone living in 3030.
“worst part is the new minister is super into america. he’s a... westaboo.”
“a westaboo?”
“westaboo?”
“did he just unironically say westaboo”
“he said westaboo. oh my god. this is the hell timeline.”
“i mean people kept calling me that for worshipping all these fighting flicks so i guess it fit? i dont see the problem here”
Meanwhile, in Lydian Academy...
“so it hit me, right? we’re ALL girls. and we ALL sing. now, humor me a moment. what if... what if we’ve all been recruited to potentially be superheroes... through our singing? like, there’s no coincidence that all this shit happens around us, right? and a famous singer LIVES here? i saw the black cars outside! weird shit is happening here- im not even gonna eat the all you can eat bar anymore!”
“kathy there is literally no such thing as superheroes who sing. this place is more likely to be a organ harvesting op than whatever madness you’re saying”
“what? you need me, a singing superhero, to go stop a problem happening underneath the school, a location meant to recruit young women into potentially becoming fellow crime fighting singers?”
“yeah im too busy poppin’ caps in asses so go kick ass in my place”
“sure!”
“.....................................who ya talkin to, hibiki?”
“the boss! gotta go do a thing again...”
“hibiki, i dont like the fact that capitalism is tearing us apart.”
“you’ve gotta join me in the revolution, hibiki. you. me. luxury automated gay space communism. aint it the dream? share my vision, hibiki. its glorious.”
“n... no...? no gay space communism today? well, what about tomorrow? or the next day? or... maybe the next day? baby steps, you say? but, direction action, hibiki! we’ve gotta strike now!”
“it’s okay hibiki. when i take over the world and destroy all first world government leaders, and unite the globe in my encompassing reign and love... ill make sure to spare you, and be my bride to be.”
“thanks miku. im just not ready yet for the globe to burn in an unending ball of fire as the continents fuse into a new utopia composed of our combined wills. also, ive really gotta go, its genuinely an emergency.”
“for the cause!”
“yes hibiki... for the cause...”
Admittedly, you can see the stages of grief Miku goes through when she sees Hibiki say she can’t join her for pancakes. It’s sad. This side story sucks.
Meanwhile, as it turns out, the problem Hibiki needed to resolve was checking on Tsubasa to see if she hadn’t dissolved into Taco Bell brand hot n’ spicy Tabasco sauce.
“god, cant believe taco bell was closed. now i gotta deliver these lame ass flowers”
“cant wait to get threatened again. wonder what she’ll say. ‘hibiki, i should have killed you when i had the chance.’ or ‘you’re so goddamned weak. i could break your spine with my fingernail’, or some other stuff about metaphors. oh, my stops here”
“HEY BITCH WHATS GOOD-”
“HOLY SHIT”
“you are already”
“dead.”
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Imagine :
Imagine being in love with your best friends boyfriend, Bobby.
( y/n = your name. y/b/f/n = your best friends name. )
• all three of you guys were friends, the closets set of friends anyone can have.
• you met y/b/f/n in second grade, you became friends with her after she stood up for you when you were being bullied.
• she’s kind, funny and a very lovable person so you two got along very well with very few fights.
• then here comes Bobby.
• a transfer student in the sixth grade and you always saw him alone.
• you didn’t want him to be alone so one day you sat with him during lunch offering him a friendly smile.
• your friend follows you of course, because she felt the same way.
•and then the dynamic duo became the three musketeers.
• T I M E J U M P
• so it happens that your best friend and Bobby started devolving feelings for each other and never told you.
• you obviously caught on tho, like, please the stares? And the obvious glances?
• you pretended to be obvious to it though, because you’re that good of a friend
• her and Bobby started dating during sophomore year and have been dating for one year.
• at first you are ecstatic for the couple.
• then as the relationship progressed, you were often stuck in the middle of the relationship problems.
• “well he said he didn’t mean it. Maybe you two should talk?”
• “n o ! He wants to act like that fine, you tell him that I said, he can find himself some other girl.”
• you always hated relaying their messages to each other.
• most of them you always ended up siding with Bobby because, most of the fights were cause of her assumptions.
• but Bobby always ended up apologizing first.
• “Bobby, she kissed a n o t h e r guy! Why the hell are you saying sorry?”
• “she’s right, I haven’t given here much attention lately. Plus, she said it was a dare.”
• however! Pass the fights they were an okay couple.
• except you couldn’t help but think you and Bobby had more in common.
• and like fate brought it, you spended more time with Bobby and enjoyed his company.
• you loved hanging out with him and his friends.
• speaking of his friends, they were kinda surprised he didn’t pick you.
• “but didn’t Bobby said that y/n was—”
• “Hanbin shut up.”
• “okay but, I’m sure he said that he thought y/n was—ow! Did you just kick me?”
• “junhoe said to shut up right?”
• this obviously made you curious but you ignored it because, you didn’t care. Bobby always says positive things about you.
• yes it was very positive :)
• anywho! You and Bobby had started to secretly go to the movies, arcades, ice rinks, and small cafés every time you guys hung out whenever your best friend cancels their date last minute.
• he even joked about having more dates with you than y/b/f/n
• which was true. He spent most of his time with you rather than her.
• suddenly, on a random night you went out on a date with a guy who liked you.
• “shut up, he’s almost here.”
• “he’s going to fall for your charms.”
• “ha, that’s what Bobby said last night.”
• at that moment your best friend didn’t like the fact that you told Bobby first.
• so after that first date she started acting cautious/suspicious around you.
• she started dragging Bobby away from you and you didn’t really know why.
• so after 2 whole weeks without hanging out with Bobby it dawned on you.
• “ geez, she’s hogging him. He’s my friend too!”
• “yeah but that’s her boyfriend.” One of Bobby’s friend reminded you.
• that comment made your blood boil. You didn’t know why it made you upset or something.
• you talked to Bobby about abandoning you and you two set a date where it be only you too.
• so when he showed up at your door in a newly bought outfit you wondered why because you guys were only going to the amusement park.
• “y/n I’m sorry but y/b/f/n rescheduled our date to today. “
• “no it’s okay, girlfriend comes first.”
• after apologizing one more time he left and you stood there behind the door crying.
• and that’s when you realized.
• spending loads of time with Bobby.
• laughing and having fun with him. Loving the way he would give you his jacket in the cold nights.
• the little winks and cheesy one liners he would throw your way.
• his smile being the highlight of your day, cracking whatever type of lame joke just to see it again if he was upset.
• you didn’t mean for it to happen.
• but you knew, you started to fall in love with Bobby.
• you spent the next week avoiding your best friend and Bobby. Only talking to Junhoe because he was a close friend.
• “maybe you should tell them. Be honest.”
• “no! I’ll lose them both. I rather keep it from them and try to move on from Bobby.”
• “that won’t work?”
• “junhoe it has too! He’s with her for god sakes! I feel terrible just knowing I love him.”
• and so you did. You tried going on dates with some guys who had interest in you. Even going to those blind dates people kept talking about.
• they were nothing compared to Bobby though.
• finally after what seemed like years, your best friend cornered you at your own house, trying to figure out why you’ve been avoiding her.
• “just tell me! Is it cause of me and Bobby? Being together?”
• “ no it’s not. “ yes it damn was
• “well then?”
• in the middle of the interrogation, Bobby hopped in not knowing what was going on. You forgot he knew where the spare key to your house was hidden.
• “you guys okay?”
• “babe, something is up and I’m trying to figure out what. She won’t tell me!”
• “F I N E! I’ll tell you!”
• well you kept it inside for this long. You mentally patterned yourself on the back for keeping your feelings shut.
• “listen, it just happened okay? I fell in love about a month ago......with Bobby. I fell in love with your boyfriend! I didn’t mean for it to happen but–but it just did. I can’t control how I feel okay?”
• you started to get choked up meanwhile your best friend was getting heated. She wanted to shout and curse at you but she knew deep in her heart, it was going to happen sooner or later.
• you took one look at Bobby, who was just as shocked, and you headed for the door. You left the two in your room as you cried out your soul walking away from the house.
• you were pretty sure you just ruined your friendship.
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*CREDITS TO THE GIF OWNERS* Wow a pretty length post, at least to me, cause I did this on my phone 😂 anyway I hope you guys like it. Part 2? 🤔🤔 — Admin Kass
P.S: I wanna say, yeah, it was based on a personal experience 🙃
P.P.S: already have the last two planned but idk if I should do it. Let’s see how much love this gets then I’ll decide 🙂
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The Runaways: 02
The Runaways: 01 02 03 04 05 06
Ship: Nerd!Namjoon | BadGirl!Reader
Description: From the moment you saved Namjoon, you had him hooked. But the question is- are you worth all of the trouble you bring?
Warnings: Triggering, Drugs, Rapeplay, Blowjob, Breathplay, Degrading Names, Hair Pulling, Handjob, Dirty Talk, Slapping, Consensual Non-Consent, Face Fucking
Word Count: 8,032
A/N: It gets worse- trust me.
Namjoon's hair blew over his forehead, the sweat that was once glistening on his tanned skin now drying, revealed from the windswept bangs that arched over his head. The window was rolled down, and his hand was stuck outside the window, letting the wind guide it as it glided along, pushing against his hand with a certain cool breeze and comforting sense. Was this what adventure felt like? To feel free, your heart hammering with new possibilities, and the excitement that followed? His heart soared with him, grinning as he stared past to the blurring lights, streaming past like ribbons flowing in the room, glowing in contrast to the night sky.
The air was warm, the humid heat was cooled by the breeze. Namjoon felt as though he had been transported back to summer- with no worries, homework, or tech nights. Perfection. The music you played was blasting, your nails tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel, your red lips mouthing along to the lyrics. It was some 70's or 80's music, and though Namjoon originally didn't peg you as the type, it suited you.
"Hello daddy, hello mom," you smiled, eyeing Nams. "I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! C'mon, Nams, sing along."
"I don't really know 70's music," he admitted sheepishly. "Who's this?"
"You're joking!" you gawked at him, mouth agape in surprise. "Cherry Bomb! By The Runaways?"
Namjoon shook his head. "Never heard of them."
You rolled your eyes, diverting them back to the road. "You uncultured swine- you don't even know The Runaways! They're fantastic, in the prime music era. 70's music is so much better than the trash on the radio now, honestly. You mean to tell me you don't know a single 70's song?"
"I know the pina colada song," Namjoon offered.
"That's even worse!" you huffed. "I hate that song. The guy basically tries to cheat on his wife with an ad where she contacts him, and not to mention he didn't even know she had the same interests as him! How the hell would you not know what your wife likes? It's one thing to start fishing for people to date- but not while you're married."
Namjoon shrugged, "I like it, it's calming."
"Screw calming, what's life without thrill?" you shrugged. "That's what gives someone a mid-life crisis and makes them feel incomplete- they understand how insignificant and boring their lives were the minute their grandkids' eyes start glazing over during their stories. Everyone's so desperate to cheat death and stay safe that they've forgotten how to truly appreciate being alive."
"Didn't peg you as the philosophical type," Namjoon smirked, eyeing you from the corner of his eye. You seemed to have something new about you each time you spoke, and he liked seeing this side of you- a deep subject that you truly were passionate with, even if he didn't necessarily agree with it. He liked seeing you so adamant about something.
You tensed. "It's just the facts. I'm not that into these talks actually, it's something I try to avoid discussing. Let people live in the world they want to see, they're not hurting anyone."
"I don't think it's stupid or anything- you're allowed to state your own opinion," Namjoon pointed out.
"Not in this day and age," you laughed. "Hey, you should sleep you know, I'm depending on your shift to drive once it's morning, alright?"
"I suppose," Namjoon says, nodding his head as he began to roll up the window. Admittedly, he was getting tired, and even he knew it'd be a bit unfair to make you do all the driving.
He closed his eyes, leaning his head back and listening intently to The Runaways until eventually, it faded along with his consciousness.
His eyes blinked, fully aware that bright beams of light were emitted on the thin skin of his eyelids. His lashes fluttered, looking around the car. A golden light streamed into the car, and as he looked around at the scene just outside his window, he found the two of you in practically the middle of nowhere, save for the long road that stretched before you two.
"Morning," you chuckled. "You were out like a light so quickly, y'know. But it's about time you woke up- I was fixing to wake you up myself in a moment."
"How long was I asleep?" he asked.
"Not too long, don't worry," you assured him, "though I am getting pretty tired of driving."
"I can drive now," Namjoon offered, but you quickly shook your head.
"No, no, you're still drowsy and just woke up. I'll let you drive when you're more alert, alright?" you smiled at him.
God, your hair seemed to have some sort of bed head tones, even though you weren't even sleeping. Maybe it was the long drive that made your hair have that certain texture and volume- but you looked absolutely radiant in Namjoon's opinion. "Y-yeah, sure," he coughed. "Good idea."
"Y'know Nams, I think the worst part was not being able to talk to anyone," you laughed. "I'm slightly tired, sure, but you know I'm a chatterbox. But I knew you'd need your sleep- so you're gonna have to be especially chatty today to fill in that extra time."
"Oh, yeah, sure," Namjoon murmured. "What do you have in mind?"
"Hm, well, a road trip game wouldn't hurt," you smiled. Turning to him, you winked, and Namjoon swore he could feel the sweat beads running down his temple. "As cheesy as they are, we'll try our best for them not to be lame, hm?"
"I can try," Namjoon offered. "Any game in mind?"
You hummed to yourself. "20 questions sound good. Warning though, I won't have a filter. Be prepared for lots of uncomfortable questions."
Namjoon's mouth quirked to the side, "I'll do my best to answer, then."
"Atta boy," you grinned. "I'll start. So what hand do you masturbate with?"
Had Namjoon been drinking something at the time, he was sure he'd spit it out at the window. His eyes were wide as he turned to you, stunned by your blunt question. You grinned at him, wiggling your brows at his discomfort and shock. Namjoon's cheeks bloomed pink, but he knew he had to answer truthfully. "R-right," he stammered.
You nodded, a smug look on your face as your eyes were diverted back to the road. "Interesting. I take it that's your dominant hand," you snickered. "So is your left the one you use to finger yourself?"
"It's my turn to ask a question!"
You laughed at that, "Fine, fine. It's your turn to shoot back then, Nams. Go ahead."
Namjoon thought for a moment. Should he ask something extremely personal? Or sexual, as you asked? Or should he ask something he's seriously wondering about? What about none of the above, and something safe? No, you wouldn't be pleased with that. You wanted him to dig deep- he knew that.
"You kissed me in the car," Namjoon started. "Why?"
You blinked in surprise. "Huh. So that's what you're wondering about, huh?" Namjoon chose one of the questions he actually cared about being answered, but it didn't seem to be what you were expecting. You shrugged, "I'll make it simple. You're cute. I was drunk. What else could I do?"
Huh... you thought he was cute? Namjoon felt elated at the thought.
"Okay, my turn," you turned to him.
"Please don't let it be the fingering thing," Namjoon muttered.
You laughed at that, a joyous one. "Don't worry, I won't! Now, you've seemed rather timid to me, a bit on the goody-two-shoes side- no offense though! What I want to know is how you got the guts to punch Kyle in the face that night."
That? "Well, I mean," he gulped. "I sort of just tried to- well you know how I'm in theater, right? Well, I tried to envision I was acting onstage and playing a character instead."
"That's what you did?" you blinked. "Just... acted? And you were able to do it? Because it fit the 'role'?"
"I mean... more or less..."
"Huh," you grunted, turning back to the road. "Interesting."
"Alright then," he said, tugging on the collar of his shirt nervously. His turn. He thought over it and decided it was time to up the ante a bit- go further in. "You said you were into rape play-what specifically from it?"
"What do you mean?" you narrowed your eyes.
"I mean, like, what specific actions?" Namjoon asked nervously, now unsure about whether or not that was the right choice.
A fond smile stretched over your features. "Oh. Well, I guess I'll have to be honest, won't I? I guess when someone yanks on my hair and fucks my mouth without mercy- or takes me on with risks where we could be caught- and especially the dirty talk. Being called vulgar names has always been a huge turn on for me, but it's especially dirty when they go on about how I enjoy being used as a sex toy and being raped. I don't know, it was kind of like uncovering an unknown fantasy when I first experimented with it. The less control I feel like I have, the better."
"Why's that pleasing to you?" he questioned. "I mean... I think you'd be scared of that kind of thing."
You rolled your eyes. "Well, I'm aware that in reality I'm still in control and can stop anything if it got too far- that's what safe words are for after all. It's kind of like... like your acting. When you get lost in a character? That's what it's like. You're not yourself- you're someone else. And you get lost in that character and that scene, and it's so surreal in a sense. The thrill feels real, though, and that's what really gets it."
"So you like when you say no and such and they simply ignore you and keep going?" Namjoon's brows furrowed.
You smiled. "Well, yes. It's consensual non-consent. I can say 'no' plenty of times during that moment and the other would know it's still ok to keep going because I mean it. And only in that moment, though, not in real life. But if I say the safeword- AKA a designated word that means I'm serious about stopping, then my partner knows to stop and it went too far. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I get it," Namjoon nodded. "So rough's good, huh?"
"Jesus Christ, Nams! I should think it's my turn to ask the questions by now," you teased in mock anger.
Namjoon blushed. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Uh, your turn."
You smiled, pleased. There was silence- save for the sound of the engine and your nail tapping against the steering wheel. Finally, after much contemplation, you seemed to come to a conclusion of what your question would be. "So... Nams," you cleared your throat. "Would you care to try rape play? With me, specifically?"
Namjoon's eyes were wide, and the small hairs on the back of his neck stood. Slowly he turned to you, his cheeks red. "Are you serious?"
"Dead serious," you confirmed. "Look- you'd just have to do what you did back when you punched Kyle: act. It'll be like playing a character in a scenario. If you could assault someone physically... who says you can't pretend to do the same sexually?"
"Wait, wait..." Namjoon held up a single finger, pausing to understand exactly what you were implying. "You mean you want to have sex with me?"
"Not right away- we'd have to test the waters," you said. "But eventually- and depending on the chemistry, of course- then yes. I do."
Namjoon was stunned. You, the girl he couldn't stop thinking about, who he hardly knew, was asking him to essentially act out a rape scene with him. Never before would he have even guessed something like this could've happened- nor that he'd even want to. To say he was intrigued would be an understatement- he was dying to sleep with you, of course. Though, admittedly, this wasn't exactly what he envisioned. But still, he had to be cautious.
"I've never done something like this before," he admitted. "What if I don't live up to your expectations?"
You shrugged. "Look, I'll understand. You're a beginner, I wouldn't expect you to get it perfectly or be completely into it the first time. But if you can't bring yourself to do it or it just goes beyond the typical mistake or uneasiness of a first time with someone, then it'd be best to leave it at that. I mean, don't worry, it wouldn't change things between us. I'm still in contact with plenty of people whose experiences involved in disappointing or horrible sex, but at least I can act civil and friendly with them still. It wasn't the end of the world."
Namjoon thought over it for a moment. Would he be able to fulfill your needs? Would he be willing to try? To try to crawl into the mind of some of the most disgusting people in the world and reenact the scenes that others would think of horrifying?
"So? Would you?" you asked him.
Namjoon hesitated. "I... yeah. I would."
You smiled, and slowly the car came to a halt in the middle of the road. Namjoon looked perplexed, giving you a questioning look. Did he say the wrong thing? You wore the same mischevious smile, an excited glint in your eye. "Get out of the car," you commanded. "You said you would- now it's time to see if you actually will."
"Woah woah woah- right here? In the middle of the road? You want me to fuck you in the middle of the road?" Namjoon's eyes bugged out.
You puckered your lips. "Well, maybe fucking's too soon. A blowjob might do, though. Test the waters."
"You're serious?" he asked.
"Dead serious," you confirmed. "I already told you what I liked- now to see how much you remember. My safe word is scrunchie, and safe motion is a peace sign, in case I can't speak."
Without further words, you turned off the engine and opened the car door, walking around to Namjoon's side of the car. His heart pounded in his chest as he got out of the car, with you in front of him, arms crossed before your chest, and a questioning and expectant look on your face.
This was his chance to prove himself to you.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and imagining himself as a character. The lights from the Cats were shining in his face, seeping past the thin skin of his eyelids in an attempt to blind him. He was on a stage instead of a vacant road, and you were but another character. His heart thundered wildly in his chest- the pressure making beads of sweat already forming along the back of his neck.
He could do this.
He opened his eyes, grabbing the back of your hair and forcing you down to your knees, where you crumpled in front of him. You gave him a doll-like stare, looking up at him with fake innocence and surprise. Namjoon gave you a dark look, perfectly aware that you were just reenacting a fantasy.
He tightened his grip on your hair, gathering it in a tight fist as he shook your head wildly from side to side, making sure pain would burst from where he was yanking on your skull. You wanted this, you said you did. But why did he still feel guilty? Dirty? Sickening? He pushed the thoughts away, trying to stay in character. "What have we got here?" He narrowed his eyes, forcing your head to tilt far back and stare up at him, your neck exposed to him in a vulnerable state. He saw how you gulped, small movements from the column of your throat as you looked up at him, your teeth gritted as you winced from his grip.
"Let me go," you whimpered out, your voice soft. Namjoon was impressed. Quite the actress you were, and it was evident this wasn't your first time playing such a pathetic and vulnerable character. You should've joined drama yourself, perhaps. But Namjoon knew you made it explicitly clear you didn't want him to stop unless you said the safe word: Scrunchie. Or the hand motion of a peace sign in case you couldn't speak.
Namjoon tsked, feeling his heart plummet slightly. But he couldn't help but feel how his dick twitched beneath the fabric of his jeans looking at you on your knees. Guilt arose with the feeling of the blood rushing to his cock. "Now, why would I do that? It's not every day we catch a pretty face, ready to get fucked, hm?" Leave it to Nams to find a way to subtly compliment her- albeit in a rather disgusting and depreciating way.
Your face became sorrowful, lips puckered into a pout, eyes looking up at him with fear that would make any actor drop to their knees or to retirement. Namjoon found your expressions and skills are worthy. He pulled his lips in a sneer, his heart pounding. Hesitantly, he grabbed at your jaw, making you look up at him with a steely grip, your cheeks smushed against his fingers and lips pulled at odd angles. "I'm gonna use that pretty little mouth- that's what."
Namjoon noticed how your eyes lit up for a brief second, and you squirmed, rubbing your thighs together. At least that was brief confirmation about how you wanted this. Still, it was a brief flash before you returned to your character, a dry sob escaping from your lips as you tried to speak clearly with his grip. "P-Please," you whimpered softly, "please don't do this. I'm begging, p-"
Namjoon quickly slapped you, feeling immediate remorse. Your head whipped to the side, cheek turned and hair covering your face. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and apologize profusely. He was a sweating pig by now, his chest heaving heavily as he looked to you in guilt, but wiped away any shame as he struggled to stay in character. "Shut up," he snapped. This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real. You wanted this, you enjoyed this. Hell, it hasn't really even started yet! He needed to pull himself together.
You looked nervously up at him, your eyes glassy. For a second Namjoon thought he went too far, and fear flashed behind his dark eyes. It wasn't until his eyes wandered down, looking at how tightly you were squeezing your legs together, your hand clutching onto your knee, nails digging into the skin, that he realized he was performing exactly the way you wanted.
You remained silent, waiting for his command, a mix of fake fear and genuine excitement whirling behind your eyes. You wanted this. Namjoon was but a simple servant meant to deliver.
Namjoon reluctantly pulled up a sadistic smile. "Now, are you going to keep fighting, or are you going to suck my cock?"
Your lips quivered- whether it was with excitement or the role of a character in fear, Namjoon couldn't tell. Your shaky hands reached up, undoing the zipper of his jeans, pulling down the waistband and boxers around his knees, revealing his engorged cock. Namjoon felt flustered over how hard he was, especially doing such sadistic actions that made him feel dirty, but you seemed pleased with it.
Your hand reached up, taking the rigid member in your hand. Namjoon hissed at the feeling of your soft skin on his as you held it in place, aiming it towards your mouth. You gave him one last sorrowful look. "Please, I don't want to do this, let me go. No, no, please I'm-"
Namjoon rolled his eyes, planting his palm on the back of your head, forcing you down on him. Your nose quickly nestled into the fine hair of his pubes, eyes bugged out. Namjoon bit his lip harshly to keep from groaning at the feeling of the sensitive head hitting the back of your throat, but you made sharp gagging noises, your throat contracting around your dick, and an unpleasant gurgling noise emitted from your clogged throat.
Realizing you couldn't breathe and Namjoon went too far, he quickly yanked you off him, his character crumpling and face full of worry as he took your face in his hands. Your lips popped off, wet and smeared with saliva, the string briefly connecting his member and your lips immediately falling apart. You gasped for air, chest heaving as you stared up at Namjoon.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I messed up. Are you OK? I-" Namjoon couldn't finish though, letting out a small groan as you squeezed his member, hand still firm on his cock as you slid your hand up and down, using the smeared saliva as a lubricant for the handjob. Your hand pumped him quickly, thumb swiping over the slit of the head, and hand twisting skillfully around. Namjoon's plump lower lip rolled beneath his teeth as he watched.
"You're doing great, Nams," you grinned, a smile covering your face. "You're a natural. But I'm fine. I'll hold up a peace sign or say scrunchie if I'm uncomfortable with something, otherwise keep going. Just try not to break out of character, 'kay?"
Namjoon was momentarily stunned, and your eyes went wide again, and mouth small.
"N-No m-m-more," you said in a breathy voice, immediately returning to the character. God, you were a natural. Namjoon composed himself again, feeling your hand go still around his flushed cock, waiting for him to continue.
He could do this.
He grabbed at your jaw again, making indecipherable mutters as he forced you down on his cock again. "More sucking, less talking," he demanded through narrowed eyes. His hand slid down from your jaw to your throat, feeling how you started bobbing your head a bit more, taking more of him inside your mouth. He wrapped his hand around your throat loosely, feeling how his cock moved inside your throat along with your head movements.
"A bit more," he mumbled, forcing your head down further, bucking his hips into your mouth. You had mentioned you liked dirty talk. Namjoon wracked his brain, trying to think back to the least cringy derogatory porn he had ever watched.
"You're a little whore, aren't you?" Namjoon let out a fake chuckle, doing his best not to make it seem forced. "You like getting used, don't you? You like the thought of someone using that pussy and forcing your legs open, huh?"
You involuntarily moaned around his cock, your tongue pressing harder on the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head more vigorously. You were clearly pleased, and the warmth of your mouth around his dick made Namjoon's legs shake. Fuck, you definitely knew what you were doing. This was his reward. Namjoon was just winging it at the moment, thinking of random phrases at the top of his head.
"Maybe you want to be used in an alley, with your face against a brick wall and someone mercilessly pounding into you without remorse. Want to be fucked like a bitch in heat? You deserve it for being such a whore, huh?"
Man, he'd never say this to a girl in real life. Well, this didn't seem like real life at least.
You screwed your eyes shut, rubbing your thighs tightly together as you bobbed your head more, some more gagging noises filling the air as you forced yourself down further. The walls of your throat tightly contracted around the sensitive head, and Namjoon let out a low, involuntary hiss at the movement. Fuck, he was getting closer and closer.
"Sluts like you don't deserve respect," he spat, slapping the back of your head. He was loosing more and more of himself to the role, letting himself forget a little bit more and more of his morals and self as he enveloped himself into the character. He was letting himself go so that both of you could enjoy this mutually.
You popped off his dick, gasping for air as your hand replaced your mouth, rigorously pumping him. Saliva was smeared on your cheeks and lips, and drool had pooled down into your lap and over your chin. It shone slightly, giving a slick look over your skin, shining slightly in the light of day. The lipstick you had been wearing was now smeared, getting everywhere. Namjoon even saw some of the markings over his dick.
He pressed your cheek against his member, feeling the soft skin press against the right side of his cock as he stared down at you. "Did I say you could stop?" he snapped, pressing you a bit harder against his cock. "Get back down there where you belong."
You awaited no further instructions, once again placing the head inside your mouth and sucking tentatively, making sure your tongue swiped over all of the most sensitive areas as you slowly sucked him in deeper and deeper. Namjoon was so close, teetering on the edge. Gathering your hair in his hands, he repeatedly bucked up and violently into your mouth, thrusting upwards to chase his high. He was so, so close. He didn't know exactly what you'd want for the ending. Most times girls wanted a warning before someone came in their mouth, right? Or maybe you'd be into him jacking off over your face, like some sort of marking?
Namjoon decided to simply let it go, knowing that any warning or break of character would perhaps ruin it for you. Instead, he forced your head down until your nose once more nestled into the fine pubic hair, and with the feeling of your throat contracting repeatedly around his throat, and slight gagging noises that filled the air, Namjoon felt himself coming undone. His peak had finally reached, and he felt as though his balls were being emptied out as his cum filled your throat.
You gagged repeatedly, your hands flying up to his thighs, nails digging into the skin as you choked on his cock and cum, but not once did your lips fly off his member, nor did your hand flash the peace sign Namjoon was prepared to see. Namjoon slowly slid out of your mouth, and once the tip finally departed from your lips, he grabbed at your jaw, colliding your lips together in an odd angle as he commanded for you to swallow down every drop.
You did so, making sure to let the warm liquid slide down your throat until you opened your mouth and revealed that not a single drop was left on your tongue.
Namjoon came down from his high, panting and sweating like a dog. His character and facade crumbled, and he was no more than Nams at the moment. He stared down at you expectantly, nervous, as though waiting for the results of a test.
"How'd... how'd I do?" he asked hesitantly as you got up from your knees, dusting the dirt off your pants.
You quirked a brow at him, wiping the saliva off your face, only smearing more lipstick in the process. "Well, it was your first time..." you trailed off. "But given your performance, I would've suspected you were a pro."
Namjoon's eyes lit up. "I did well?"
You laughed, patting Namjoon's cheek. "Nams, you did fantastically. I'm looking forward to future... sessions." You winked at the last word, and Namjoon's cheeks went crimson. The two of you climbed into the car, with Namjoon at the driver's seat and you putting the location into Nam's phone's GPS.
Over time, he caught himself staring at your sleeping figure longingly, and couldn't help but wonder what your future together would entail. He liked to think, though, that you both had all the time in the world.
Jin flatted his collar, shifting his hat as he groomed himself. What was so dashing about men in uniform? Bah, it was probably because it was just him.
His partner for the case, Officer Park Jimin, glared at him from the mirror he was standing in front of. "So, you think the kids went here?" Jimin repeated, circling the town on the map, and tapping it with his pen. "And you're sure the boy is with her?"
Officer Jin sighed once again at his partner, rolling his eyes as he turned back to him. "I'm positive."
"Are you sure you aren't connecting dots that aren't there?" Jimin asked, prodding. "We don't want any fake leads, now. It could be disastrous."
"I said I was sure, didn't I?" Jin snapped. "I know what I'm doing- I've been working this longer than you have. I've got a feeling in my gut this kid's with her- and any time a boy does something stupid, typically it's got something to do with impressing a girl. And from what I know, this is one of the few non-gay kids there are in theater."
Jimin pursed his lips. "That's a bit stereotypical, don't you think?"
"And we've got cops here who's stereotypes are that every black person is committing a crime," Jin shrugged. "Now, you want to see something wrong with police and stereotypes, there's where you go looking."
Jimin shook his head, "Look, I'm new on the job, I just don't want to fuck up on my first case."
"I know, I know," Jin sighed, walking over to his new partner. He patted Jimin's shoulder. "Look, stick with me, and with your gut, and you'll be fine. I'm telling you, he's gotta be with her, it's the best lead we've got. And if she regularly goes to this location, it's our best shot, isn't it?"
"I suppose so," Jimin said.
"Good," Jin nodded, returning to the mirror to adjust his cap one last time. "Now, get in the car, and let's get this show on the road."
By the time the two of you got to the location on the GPS, it was already dark outside. After the long travels, Namjoon wandered exactly where you had brought them. It wasn't supposed to be far away, and yet it took them so long to get there. And where exactly was it? Well, oddly enough, Namjoon found himself parked in a car right in front of some dingy club. Why you brought him here, he had no clue. And where exactly 'here' was? He didn't know that either.
He looked over to you- who was now wide awake and refreshed- with curiosity and nervousness. "What're we doing here?" he asked.
"Business," you replied curtly, letting the cigarette you were holding part from your lips, smoke billowing out and throughout the car, some of it drifting out of the crack of the passenger window. Namjoon coughed slightly, doing his best not to inhale too much smoke. "We've got to get money for the hotel we're staying at, haven't we?"
"Business?" His brows furrowed. "What kind of business are we talking about?"
You stared at him for a few seconds, as though pondering exactly how to word a phrase you knew he wouldn't want to hear. "Nams, do you have a dream?"
"I... I don't know?"
"Well, what do you want in your future?"
"I mean," Namjoon thought over it. "I want a successful job that pays well, and a wife, and free time to travel I guess."
"Any place in particular?"
"Tokyo," he shrugged. "It... fascinates me somewhat."
You nodded. "I'd like to go there. Maybe one day we'll go together."
"I'd like that." Namjoon thought for a moment what that'd be like. Although, he was traveling with you now, technically. But he liked the thought of you being in his future.
"I have a dream too, you know," you mentioned briefly. "Sometimes, though, we've got to go through rather bad or dirty processes in order to achieve that dream."
"What is your dream?" His stomach twisted to what you were insinuating. What did you have to do in order to achieve this dream? Was it really worth it?
"That's a story for another time," you shook your head. Unbuckling your seatbelt, you reached back behind the seats, groping until you retrieved a small, paper bag. "But I hope you get what I mean."
"I think I do," Namjoon said, the blood draining from his face. He knew you smoked and such... but what sort of business did you have involving drugs?
"Would you feel better if you had to stay in the car?" you questioned, glancing at him.
Namjoon thought over it for a moment, but ultimately decided it'd be best to join you. He had no clue what could happen to you inside there. The place was sketchy, and who knew what could happen to a woman in such a scummy place.
He nodded his head, and you grinned, letting the cigarette meet your freshly painted lips once more. Once your lips parted, and the smoke curled around the curve of your lips and face, soaring to whisp around the ceiling of the car, you let out a sigh of content, closing your eyes. Namjoon assumed you were enjoying the dull buzz the cigarettes were giving you. You finally opened the car door, not even waiting for Namjoon, and he soon trailed after you.
The man standing in front of the entrance seemed to recognize you immediately, giving you a knowing nod. You winked at him, puffing at your cigarette once more as you grinned, your face resembling the mischevious Chesire Cat. Stepping inside, you glanced back at Namjoon, urging him with a piercing stare to come in, but the man's arm had seemingly blocked the entrance for the boy.
"Is he with you?" the man asked gruffly, his head turning towards your direction, nodding towards Namjoon.
"He is," you confirmed, your tongue prodding at your cheek as you stared at him. "Kindly let him inside, would you?"
The man grunted in response, but obeyed, muttering to himself. "Another one," he shook his head. "Let's see how long you last, boy."
Namjoon didn't know what to make of the man's words- or perhaps, warning. He caught up with you, however, seeing how the place was teeming with life. People playing pool int he center, a bar that lined one role and bathrooms for another, and people chatting on or doing God knows what else. It was different from what Namjoon could've assumed, though perhaps a more accurate depiction of what he envisioned was flashing lights and blaring music. And yes, while trashy pop music was playing in the background, the place had a less wild scene than he expected.
It wasn't exactly settling, however. Chairs were strewn about, kicked over or bashed with random holes. Everyone seemed to be smoking something, and the air was slightly fogged over from the haze of smoke that filled the room. Tattoos were littered on everyone's skin, from wild depictions to rather unsettling ones that made Namjoon question whether it was meant to be more artistic or gruesome. Some had long, dangling earlobes that reached down to their shoulders. Others had so many piercings they could've been the next supervillain, though Namjoon couldn't guess what superpower they could possibly possess. Perhaps they couldn't feel pain?
Keep your cool, Namjoon, he reminded himself.
Your eyes scanned the room, squinting through the man-made fog until it landed on a particular figure. Bag tightly clutched in one hand, you approached, walking towards the figure sitting at one of the tables. Namjoon didn't take it as your first time having this encounter, and he followed like the faithful companion he was.
You slid smoothly into the seat opposite from the man, and with further inspection Namjoon noticed the boy was perhaps younger than he was, looking to be in either his later years of high school or the very first years of college. Namjoon couldn't tell- but the boy was certainly younger than the two of you.
The boy was fidgety, his hands folded on the table, though his thumbs crossed over each other repeatedly. He didn't look either of you in the eye, his eyes focused and trained on his own slender fingers, the veiny hands acting as something of a distraction. Namjoon was perplexed as to why the boy seemingly refused to acknowledge the two of you. You, on the other hand, didn't seem the slightest bit surprised.
A sly grin stretched across your features, and you let out one last puff of your cigarette, watching how the end of the stick glowed with a warm orange, before letting it dangle between your fingers in a glamorous fashion. You cocked your head to the side, and Namjoon hadn't the slightest idea what game you were playing at with this boy. "How have you been, Kookie?" you batted your lashes, your voice mature and sultry.
The boy's eyes wavered, finally looking up at you, eyes locking. "Oh, you know," he stammered. "Same old, same old, I suppose."
It surprised Namjoon that such a seemingly innocent boy could be in a place like this. You, he could believe, but this boy looked too young, too naive to be caught up in a place like this. He reminded Namjoon of himself, somewhat.
"Nothing's changed in the last month?" you asked, propping your chin on your hand as you stared at him expectantly. "Do you want the same amount as usual?"
A drug deal. That's what this was. You were a dealer to this boy and came to him once every month to meet. It clicked in Namjoon's head. But why did this boy buy from someone so far away? Perhaps because he lived in such a small town, so any dealer would surely be known and caught. In a sense, Namjoon could see why it'd be safer not to buy locally. Who was he kidding? It wasn't safe to buy drugs in the first place!
And why did you sell drugs for a living if your relative was the dean of the college? Couldn't he lend whatever money you needed for this supposed 'dream'? Namjoon assumed it was something gritty as well.
"I-I..." the boy stammered, gulping. He clearly didn't want to say what was really going on.
You quirked a brow at him, "What is it, Jungkook? Spit it out."
"The weed," Jungkook gulped. "It doesn't give me the same high it used to. I've tried more and more but i-i-it isn't the same, and I've got big tests coming up, and I just need something to let me forget for a bit-"
"Kookie," you placed one hand on his, silencing him. He looked so frightened, like a scared little kid who thought he was going to be scolded. "No amount of weed is going to reverse that. You need something with a higher dosage- something new."
"What do you suggest?" he asked you.
You smiled warmly, reaching beneath the table and placing the paper bag on the surface. Namjoon couldn't believe no one was so much as paying attention to the scene, but as he inspected closer the strangers that surrounded them, he wasn't quite sure that the conversations they were having were as innocent as their own.
"What is it?" Jungkook asked, tugging the bag closer as he looked inside.
"Cocaine," you confirmed, digging your hand in to pull out a small bag filled with the white, powdery substance. It dangled between your fingertips, where such a small dose could have the power to change someone's life for the worse. Namjoon felt as though he was going to faint as he witnessed the scene, but he couldn't bring himself to move. It was almost as though you were coaxing this young boy to dive further into drugs, manipulating him into a downward spiral.
This is wrong, this is wrong. This boy should leave now while he had the chance. Namjoon wanted nothing more than to scream at the boy for being so stupid, and to tell him to run away, but his lips were sealed shut. He could do nothing more than watch, but he couldn't interfere in your business. This was towards your unknown dream, and Namjoon knew you'd hate him if you stood in the way. Besides, this was Jungkook's choice, not his.
Jungkook's eyes followed the substance, and Namjoon swore he could see the boy's pupils dilate at the sight. "Cocaine?" he repeated.
You nodded. "You line it up in a row, perfecting the lines with a credit card or something of the sort. Once you do that, you roll up a dollar bill and insert one hole into your nostril, and the other down at the front of the line, like a tube. Then you breathe in through your nose, perhaps closing your other nostril with your finger, pressing it closed I suggest. And you take in one breath until you get all of it down the line to the very end. Understand?"
"I think I understand," Jungkook nodded, taking the pouch in his hand for further inspection. "How much do I use and how much do I have to pay you?"
You fucking idiot, Namjoon thought. You're throwing your life away!
"I let you have your first dose of weed for free- but I'm afraid it isn't going to be the same this time," you winked, followed by a shrug. "Business calls- and me and my friend here need cash for the hotel we're staying at. I trust you brought enough money- I'll charge you 250 bucks for the whole ba."
Namjoon's eyes bugged out of his sockets. This was insane. What surprised him even more was when Jungkook grinned, slapping down a fat wad of 20s on the table, and snatching the bag. His eyes lit up with excitement. "Deal," he smiled breathily. "Keep the extra 50."
"Will do," you grinned, your hand crawling forward towards the money as you held it tightly in your clutches. "Remember to only use one pouch when you need to get high- and never more. I don't want you dying of an overdose, now would I? It'll hit hard and quick, so be prepared, it comes by quicker than you think. Same place, time, and day?"
"As always," Jungkook hurridly nodded, eager to start trying out the new drug. "Thank you, Y/N."
"Have fun!" you smiled, waving to him as he dodged past other locals, going through.
Namjoon's heart sunk down to his chest, and he walked over, plopping down in the seat Jungkook once sat in. "I can't believe you did that," he gulped. "That poor kid- what did he do?"
"It's his choice, Nams," you shrugged. "What? Getting cold feet on me now? At a time like this, you're going to abandon me? I really thought you were braver than that, Namjoon. I didn't expect you to bring my hopes up only to get disappointed."
Namjoon was silent, letting your words sink in. Was that what you thought of him? His heart ached at the thought of you thinking lowly of him. He didn't want that. "I'm... I'm not going to abandon you," he sighed. "But can't you see how this is wrong?"
You pursed your lips, standing up and dropping your cigarette, stepping on it to grind your sole into the embers and ash. "Namjoon, I have a dream. I told you sometimes we have to get our hands dirty to become successful, and I'm not going to tolerate someone who plans on stepping in the way of that."
"I won't get in your way," Namjoon raised his hands in defense. "I didn't say one word during that exchange, did I? But I don't necessarily approve of your methods of acquiring money."
You narrowed your eyes, leaning over the table to stare him in the eye. "Do you want to stick with me or not, Nams? I thought we were in this together." Your voice was steely and cold.
Namjoon's plump lips pressed together in a thin line as he stared at you. "Of course. I want nothing more than for us to be... in this together."
"Good," you said defiantly, standing upright, crossing your arms. "Then it's settled. Believe me, Nams, if you couldn't handle a little drug exchange, you're in for a wild ride. Are you sure you're up for this? For me?"
Namjoon thought for a second. "I am."
"Then I don't want to hear any more bitching about what's right or wrong on this trip," you sighed. "Am I clear?"
"You're clear," Namjoon sighed.
"Great," you smiled at last. You patted his shoulder, the cold demeanor gone and replaced with your chill, warmer one. "I don't like getting onto you, Nams, but you've gotta understand somethings aren't so black and white."
Namjoon felt like a child being scolded by a parent, and as he was about to get up and ask if you two could rent a room, another figure approached your table.
"Ah, Y/N!"
Both you and Namjoon turned to the figure, seeing a man of shorter stature and open arms, a gummy smile on his face. Namjoon's eyes narrowed, immediately locking with the stranger's, noticing the small glint in his eye. What it was, though, Namjoon couldn't identify.
You smiled warmly, wrapping your arms tightly around the stranger, an expression of glee as you greeted this seemingly old friend.
"Long time no see, Yoongi!"
Officer Jin yawned, his hands firmly placed on the steering wheel as he trained his eyes on the road. God, why was it kids couldn't just stay in their town and not go off into trouble? he thought to himself. Then again, he might not have a job if that were the case.
Jimin was by his side, his eyes skimming over the files of the missing boy and the girl Jin suspected of whisking him away from his mother. His tongue ran over his lips, and he chuckled to himself. "If you're right about him running away with the girl, I can't blame him. She's quite a looker."
"Officer Jimin, for all we know she could be a suspect for kidnapping," Jin scolded. "I'd advise for you to keep your eyes on the case and not on the girl."
Jimin rolled his eyes, grumbling to himself. "I know, I know. Can't I appreciate a pretty picture, though? She's quite the character too!"
"Related to the dean and notorious for trouble," Jin shrugged. "Wouldn't suspect anything less, to be frank."
"I'll tell you one thing, you don't meet many like her. Most of those kids who get in drugs or crimes and such- they don't have half a brain. They just focus on the present and the feelings and such," Jimin said, flipping the page, letting his eyes wander over the intimate details of your life. "But this one- unlike anything I've seen before. Well, this is my first case, so maybe I'll see more."
"No, trust me, it's unusual," Jin confirmed. "Something's fishy, all right."
"How so?"
"She seems to know how to get in trouble, but how not to get caught," Jin pondered to himself, reviewing in his mind her files and details. Sure enough, they had a few facts and background information on her. Never before had she come to their police station, and yet there was news of her for her mischievousness. A sly one, Jin took it. The she-devil could be doing God knows what- but it'd be difficult to catch her, that's for sure.
But why would someone who has access to a rich relative or half a brain be meddling in such ridiculous affairs? Typically girls with reported IQs and minds like hers wouldn't so much as think about getting involved in sex, drugs, or crimes. She had been suspected by peers for some of these activities, sure. With vandalism and smoking, that was the most the average student knew about her. But when going through some of the more restricted paperwork, Jin found it ran deeper than he initially thought.
This girl was trouble, and he was positive she had lured the young, naive boy into her web.
"I can see why she doesn't want to get caught," Jimin mused, flipping another page. "I'm sure someone like her couldn't possibly risk it."
"And why's that?" Jin asked his younger companion, his eyes briefly glancing to one of the passing signs. Ah, he should slow down, he's going over the speed limit. To hell with it, he supposed.
"Well, one of her folks is already in prison."
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my favorite moments from the lightning thief musical: a list
far from comprehensive, because it was all-around amazing :D
also geez i meant for this to be short?? ok this is the long version and i’ll post an abridged one that’s a bit less wordy in a few
in terms of production value, it reminded me a bit of a starkid musical - there were no fancy special effects, but i liked it that way! it felt homemade almost, like they didn’t try to convince the audience that they weren’t sitting in a theatre watching a show and i appreciate that! brecht would be proud lol (sorry for the lame theatre nerd jokes)
they included blue food!! sally and percy had blue marshmallows at montauk!! on that note, percy and sally’s relationship was absolutely spot-on, it was clear from the start how much he loved her and how much she loved him :’)
they included the “you drool when you sleep” line boy I nearly cried!! ALSO she said that to him when he was still all dazed from the minotaur attack (a guy with a paper mache head, btw haha) so later when he meets her again when luke introduces her percy saw her and shouted “YOU’RE MY DREAM GIRL! no no wait I mean the girl from my dream!” it made me laugh like a fool and it was sooooo THEM like thank jesus lord, we’ve finally got a GOOD REPRESENTATION OF THESE CHARACTERS!!
jumping off from that: chris mccarrell as percy was INCREDIBLE. he perfectly encapsulated everything percy should be - his impulsivity, his frustrations with dyslexia/adhd/not doing well in school, his love for his mom, his friendship with grover, his disrespect for authority (i refuse to use the word “sass” in relation to percy but i mean if it was 2013 that’s how i would describe it), his confusion, his bravery, his goofiness - when he picked up his sword for capture the flag he went “COOOOOL” and started making lightsaber noises and i almost teared up a bit i kid you not because I really finally felt like I was seeing Percy up on that stage. also, the boy has some wicked pipes.
also for reference i’ll try my best to list who all played what part because there were a lot
percy and annabeth were just themselves the whole time, and grover also played mr. d in a few scenes but the rest of the cast played all the different parts
mr. brunner/chiron also played a random aphrodite girl (he wore a wig with long blonde braids skdjhfsjdh), medusa, poseidon, and hades
sally also played silena, the oracle, echidna, and charon
luke also played smelly gabe and ares
clarisse also played mrs. dodds, katie gardner, a squirrel (to be explained later hah), bianca (also to be explained later), and thalia (also also to be explained later)
& i’m probably missing a few but those were the major ones! they also played generic students, tourists, etc.
chiron was really funny, when he revealed himself to be a centaur he sort of just stood up from his wheelchair and was wearing a fake horse tail and he walked everywhere by prancing which was funny
mr. d was ABSOLUTELY HYSTERICAL? as mentioned he was played by the guy who played grover! he was angry and he was loud and he wore this floppy hat and pants pulled up to like his ribcage and he shouted every line and i LOVED IT. a random/unnamed half blood came in and set up a metal chair for him at his table full of paperwork and he kicked it over in rage so she set it up again and he kicked it again later and she ran away and he tried to kick his chair over a third time but it wasn’t there so he went and picked it up just to kick it over again. ALSO HE CALLED PERCY PETER JOHNSON GOD BLESS THE WRITERS!!
also i’m giving them a thumbs up for diversity!! luke and sally were both african american and grover was latino!! it was nice!!
annabeth did call percy out for assuming her dad was the god, like i think that convo was almost word for word from the book AMAZING
also her crush on luke was super obvi, she got all giggly every time he talked to her or put his arm around her shoulder aw
they sort of condensed a few events, which makes sense because most people wouldn’t sit through a 6-hour musical (i would but that’s beside the point!), so annabeth’s capture the flag strategy was to send percy into the bathroom as clarisse bait. ALSO the toilet explosion & the later tidal wave he hits ares with were done by attaching toilet paper rolls to leaf blowers and blowing them all over the stage - like i said, no fancy special effects, but it got the point across pretty well!!
percy’s claiming happened at the bonfire after they all sang a fun song about how much it sucks to be a kid of a god (during which grover ate his marshmallow roasting stick, like it’s the little things that make this show so great!!) and for that they stood downstage and all pointed vaguely outwards and said “look! the stars are arranging themselves into a trident!” hah
ALSO mr. d’s bit about wanting to turn percy into a dolphin was in there god bless
percy wore the winged shoes the whole time instead of giving them to grover!
^that all was act 1! act 2 was the entirety of the quest which meant that a lot of the events got cut or shortened
the medusa scene was awesome, and pretty true to the books!! also they both sort of ran offstage and then percy ran back onstage with his sword and the head in his hands lol
while grover went into the back of aunty m’s to look for supplies annabeth had this amazing, utterly badass song called “wise girl” about how she’s had to fight all her life to make it, like she talked about her stepmom hating her and running away from home and stuff and it was SOOOOO GOOD like at one point she said “boys who mess up are given a second chance, but i don’t have that luxury” like DAMN GIRL TELL THEM!! also she did call him seaweed brain a few times and i was like oooooh man i’d almost forgotten my vintage percabeth feels
also yes percy did mail medusa’s head to mount olympus and did this very percy-ish little “heh heh heh i’m clever” laugh as he did
instead of a poodle grover asked a squirrel for directions which was cute!! and yes, annabeth did yell at percy to apologize to the squirrel for offending it :D
most of the trip west was done as a song/montage sort of thing, from post-medusa to vegas all happened in one song! so echidna and her chimera were there, but it was just her holding a dog carrier and it biting percy’s hand when he reached in and them all screaming and then it moved on!!
OK UM the part that made my day was the lotus hotel, it was like 5 seconds long because annabeth was like “wait!! in the odyssey if you sleep in a lotus bed you wake up years later!” so percy was like “that’s ridiculous! here let me ask this girl how long she’s been here” and the girl was like “my brother and I have been here since thursday!” and percy was like “see? we’re fine” and then she went “in 1939!!” and they sorta screamed and ran out lol and she charlestoned off but anyway the point is she had black braids and a little hat and i turned to my sister and whisper-shouted “THAT’S BIANCA!!!” and she was like “OMG IT IS” i loved it!!!!!!!!!!!! thank god the writers of this ACTUALLY READ THE BOOKS!!
ares’ first scene was kinda short too, they cut the bit about going to waterland/the tunnel of love ride and just had him give them a ride to the next place, also it was suuuuper obvi foreshadowing because when he gave percy the backpack an ominous chord played lol
my other fav moment was when they were on the train to LA (they cut the zoo truck too) grover told percy the story of getting annabeth/luke/thalia to CHB and they reenacted it as he sang about it (that sounds cheesy, it was the three of them up on the top platform sort of doing it in slow motion while Grover sang) and like ngl i almost teared up a bit when thalia died
no procrustes :(( i know i’m listing thing after thing that they left out but like i understand why they did and i don’t think it suffered too badly!! like someone who hasn’t read the book would probs be a bit confused but in what they did have they were so spot-on that i really didn’t mind!
charon was reimagined as a cool beyonce-esque r&b singer, she was like “hey, y’all want a copy of my mixtape?” lol, also they sang this real fun and upbeat song welcoming to the underworld, like telling them about all the cool dead musicians they have (janis joplin, kurt cobain, and mozart all made cameos - annabeth was fangirling over mozart it was adorable!) and the trio was like “oh this is cool!!” until they realized they were about to die lol and charon started evil laughing it was great!
percy did almost get drawn into tartarus, that was cool bc a trap door opened and all this fog lit with red light started billowing out! also when annabeth was like “that’s tartarus!!” percy went “THE FISH SAUCE??” adorable
hades was great!! very sulky like, “why does everyone always think I’M the bad guy?? maybe it’s the decor” i loved it
also the lightning bolt itself was really nice-looking!! it was like described, a tube with metal caps, but it lit up really brightly as annabeth took it out from the backpack and it looked real cool!!
instead of the pearls they escaped the underworld with a conch shell that poseidon gave percy in a dream way back after he defeated the minotaur and he did have to leave sally which is sad every time :(
the final battle against ares was fun, that’s when percy sang his showstopper “son of poseidon” which was truly #lit. if/when they release the cast album that’s the one i’ll be playing on repeat and full blast. and he exploded the toilet paper ocean at ares and it was fun!
poseidon showed up then to take the bolt back to zeus and chat with percy, he was in his hawaiian shirt and looking real cool! and he got sally back and after she hugged percy real tight she saw poseidon and they had a heated moment of “you’re as beautiful as ever” “you’re as charming as ever” and then percy was like “OKAY THIS IS WEIRD” truly great!!
and they did include the final chat with luke about kronos! i was wondering if they’d cut that because it’s not like they can do a series of musicals (though if they did i’d go see every one) but they had it! plus they needed to tie up the loose end of percy being betrayed by a friend! and he stabbed percy in the lower back but was disarmed by annabeth go girl!! but he didn’t take long to recover hah because he was able to sing the badass closing number about being cool demigods and saving the world!!
anyway there’s much more that i forgot to mention but just know overall that it was amazingly true to the characters and the tone/world/humor/etc. of the books and i was almost giddy for the rest of the day because it was one of the most loving, fun, entertaining, and on-point adaptations of a book i’ve seen in any form. m*vies who?? i only know the musical!!
feel free to send me asks if you want to know more about a particular scene!!
jesus lord this was long!! like i said, short version forthcoming!
#mango.txt#not mcga#the lightning thief#percy jackson musical#idk what else to tag so people can find this post but that should cover it!
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