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Heyyy can I request something pride related?

Janis x reader

+the friend group (the plastics, Cady, Damian, and Aaron is optional)

FLUFF PLEASE

They all go to pride together like a few years post canon

✧ Where you are

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader(ft. Damian + The Plastics)

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, a teensy bit of internalised homophobia

A few years into the future, the gang’s all together to celebrate pride

“Come on, people! We are going to be late, y’all.” Damian yells, “Out of the house, let’s go!”

“We’re literally about to leave the house.” Regina huffs, “Move.”

“We’re not going to be late.” Janis sighs, “It doesn’t matter what time we get there anyway. It’s an all-day thing.”

“Yes, Janis. It is an all-day thing. And I would very much like to be there all day.” Damian sassed.

Given the size of the group, you all split into two cars. You stayed with Janis in your own car, Gretchen and Damian sat in the back. Cady, Karen and Regina took her Jeep. But, it wasn’t like the blonde gave the gang much time to think about who took which car and pretty much once again rushed everyone into the vehicles. “My god, y/n. Stop staring at Janis like that.” Damian grumbles.

“What?” You scoffed, glaring at him jokingly.

“She can look at me if she wants to look at me. What’s the problem?” Janis chortled.

“The problem is, y’all are horny as fuck. And I’m always the one stuck with y’all’s antics and PDA.”

“Oh, please.” Janis continued, “What you do see, is nothing.”

“Believe me, I know, bitch. I walked in on y’all senior year of high school and I haven’t recovered from it.”

“That’ll teach you to leave us the hell alone.” Janis couldn’t help it but laugh.

“Your makeup looks so good, Jan.” You ignored Damian.

“Aw, thank you baby.” Janis grins. It was nothing extravagant, just the colours of the lesbian pride flag as eye makeup. Her outfit was one she’d wear on the regular— little silly but all in good fun. You and Janis were both wearing ‘I ❤️ My Girlfriend’ t-shirts that Regina got you both as a joke. Let’s just say she did not expect either of you to be so unfazed about wearing it. Especially you. Janis was out and proud. But you, you struggled with it…letting people know about your sexuality. Due to many reasons, so when the gang saw you happily put on that shirt, they were proud of you.

Once there, the bunch of you found a spot to gather at while waiting for the actual parade to start. But in the meantime, it did not take Janis all that long to get recognised by a few of the parade-goers. Janis had prepared pins for the occasion and if they asked for one, they sure as hell got one. You stood a little off to the side, watching her. But soon, she grabs you by the waist to have you beside her instead. You didn’t resist and just let it happen, since you were feeling very comfortable considering where you were. The music was loud, people were dancing, singing along, chatting and laughing. But yet, you wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Though you knew that your ears would definitely be ringing for awhile afterwards.

“Want a drink?” Regina asks while approaching you and Janis. You didn’t even notice that she’d went to mingle elsewhere.

“We’ll go get one ourselves. Where’d you get yours?” Janis scrunched up her face seeing Regina offer to share the can.

“Is it good?” You ask.

“Oh, it’s great.” She nods, “I got it right there. That stall with the green plastic sheet on their table.”

“Cool.” Janis took you by the hand and walked up to said stall to purchase the drinks. The weather was pretty warm, and humid, actually so a drink was definitely necessary.

————

Now at a quieter section of the event, Janis asks, “You okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered, opening the can to take a swig of the beverage. “Why’re you asking?”

“Because the weather’s crazy today and I wanna make sure you’re not gonna pass out from a heatstroke.” She tells you, holding you closer to herself as she led you to a bench.

“I’m okay. The people are really nice and everything looks like such a vibe but I’ve just never been to Pride and feel a little overstimulated to be honest.” You admit.

“Let’s just sit here for a bit, then.” She smiled, giving your hand a little squeeze. “Look at them.”

You followed her gaze which lands on Damian and Regina laughing with each other, Regina taking selfies with Damian and then Cady, Gretchen and Karen. “Is she tipsy or suddenly nice?” You bite back a laugh.

“Definitely tipsy.” Janis exhales harshly in amusement— she didn’t even chuckle. Then, the two of you just chatted for a little while, looking back at it…you weren’t even sure what the conversation was about exactly, but there was this:

“I know I’ve got my own shit to come to terms with, but I love you, and that’s the one thing I have never been unsure about my whole life. No matter where you are, as long as I’m with you, I’m so fucking happy.”

“That’s all I need to hear, baby.” She smiles brightly, “Take it easy, don’t stress yourself over it. I know you know that you’re safe with me, with us.“

You mirrored her smile, getting the urge to lean in and just kiss her. And so, that’s what you did and though shocked, Janis instantly reciprocated. And then came the squealing. No, not from either one of you— even though Janis was overjoyed to finally be kissed instead of the one kissing.

“Oh, you guys!” Gretchen exclaimed, “I got such a cute photo of that.” You turned away, hiding your head in the crook of Janis’ neck.

“Come on! Let’s go dance!” Karen cut through the silence, pulling you off the bench. You laugh, cheeks still warm but they paid no mind to you blushing. Janis followed closely behind you, hand on the low of your back. “Hell yeah, party time.”

“Woo!” Damian cheered, clinking his can with Janis.

“Could you send me that photo, Gretch?”

“Of course! I was gonna send it to you anyway even if you didn’t ask.” She nods, “There! Done.”

Janis quickly took her phone out to see the photo, but not before she took a glance at you— watching you getting twirled around by Karen. You were happy, giggling…and she was relieved to see you finally letting loose and enjoying yourself without having to worry about what other people thought about you.

“Thanks, Gretch. It’s a great pic.”

The brunette grins, “Don’t mention it. Cheers.”

“Cheers.” Janis shrugs, taking a sip and jogging up to you to dance with you. Gretchen quickly found her way to Karen, too. Regina was eventually dancing with Cady and Damian? He met a guy. (That he could not shut up about afterwards)

But all in all, it was a great day. “Happy pride, my bitches.” Regina declares as you all left the event later that day.

“Not your bitch.” Janis smirked, “I’m her bitch.”

“We know, ‘Imi’ike.” Regina had a similar expression on her face, “You’re so whipped.”

To the blonde’s surprise, she earned a shove from you. “You are too. So in love with Cady.”

“Good point.” Regina shrugs, “But that was a cute little moment at the bench.”

“I know!” The rest of them chimed in.

“Oh, by the way. I know you’ve been giving out those pins you designed.” Regina slows down a little bit to talk to Janis, “Do you have anything left? I…I want one.”

“Oh. Yeah, I have some left. I kept one for each of us.” Janis took her tote bag from you and rummaged through it, grabbing a handful of the pins she saved.

Regina took one from the little pile and told the rest of the group to wait. Eventually, everyone had a pride pin on. And Regina even suggested a photo taken together. “Okay, who’s up for some dinner before we go home?” Regina asks.

“Me!” The group chorused.

You held Janis’ hand tighter on the rest of the walk back to the parking garage, sneaking a kiss to her cheek on the way which made her giggle and kiss you back. “A little affectionate today, aren’t ya?” She teased.

You shrug, “Just felt like kissing my girl.”

Now she was the one blushing, “Not gonna argue with that, baby. I love you.”

“Guys, keep up and keep outta each other’s pants for a while longer.” Damian complains.

“Oop.” Janis cackled, running the short distance to your car hand in hand.

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💭 A/N

Okay, this’ll be the last fic for a couple days at least🫣 gonna stop myself from writing for awhile and just catch a breath. But I’ll be back soon with a pretty good one for Jos👀

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mygod that siren Arlecchino fic you did is *chef's kiss* IMMACULATE!!! might i request a continuation, mayhaps? Arle mentioned that she'd follow the reader as they sail, so maybe she misses them and either tries to climb onto the boat or the pier where they're docked to see them again? either hurt/comfort or fluff, the rest is up to you!!! love your work and thank you for fueling my Arlecchino obsession :] also i might pop back in here once in a while, may i be moth anon?

The Sea's Calling Pt. 2

(Arlecchino x Fem! Reader)

A/N - Part 1 link here. Yes, you definitely can be a moth anon! Hi :D. I already added you to the anon list. To other anons that have requested and I haven't gotten to, I do see your requests and if you gave yourself an emoji/name I already added you ^^. Anyways, back to moth anon. <333 I'm so glad you enjoyed my siren Arlecchino fic! As my first request I was kind of nervous about it but I'm glad that you enjoy! I'm also really glad that you sent this request! I did always want to write a part 2 but didn't have the opportunity until now. Thanks moth anon, for the reuqest and for enjoying my works!!  If you couldn't tell, I love the idea of found family pirates. One Piece did this to me. The ending turned out to be self-indulgent, forgive me moth anon ;) Even though it's short, this ended up being one of my favorites. Hope you like this one! Content warnings / info - monster x human, arle is ooc bc she's a siren, fem! reader bc pt.1 has fem! reader, suggestive at the end, 1.2k words

You used to think that the most beautiful thing out there was the sky and its stars–to you, nothing was more mesmerizing than them. They are so alluring despite holding this mystique, and they've guided humans on their naval journeys and inspired all kinds of stories of their origins. The stars were all that kept you company, even on the lonliest and coldest nights.

Now, however, the stars aren't your only company. 

“Guys, I'm going to go back to the ship. Don't wait up on me too much,” you to your fellow pirates as you stand up from the stool. You drop off some extra coins on the baa counter, in order to compensate for the plate that you will be ‘borrowing.’ You pick up the plate of your half-eaten slice of meat pie and sandwich and head towards the exit before one of your crew mates stops you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Turning in already? C'mon, stay a little bit. We've got enough money for a few more rounds of beer,” he says with a boisterous laugh. You chuckle lightly but shake your head. 

“No can do, sorry. Got something to do.”

“Uh huh, like your little siren girlfriend?” Another crew member states, her teasing smile widening as you flush. 

“One more? Jackie hasn't finished his story!”

“Let the darned woman go see her darn girlfriend, Goldie,” another gruffed with a shake of his head. 

“Fine, fine, go on ahead. Tch, when will I get my own smoking hot siren girl?” Goldie huffs, and you snort. Likely never, but you don't tell him that.  

“Thanks, I'll be back,” is all you say before rushing out of the door, nearly tipping over the plate before you balance it again. You wave them off and you make your way back to the docks. The walk is both short and long, and each step you take is filled with the excitement that buzzes through you. 

Even after these months, being able to spend time with her feels like bliss, like you have just found treasure. Sometimes, you forget she's a siren, she's ever so endearing and follows you around like a puppy. Oftentimes, when you're on the boat, you talk to her as she lingers by. The night after you first met the siren your crew had banned you from jumping into the waters because you had developed a cold which infected a good chunk of the crew; the cold wasn't severe for anyone but still. Since you can't be in the water, you often just talk to her from the railings and she answers. 

It's only when you're docked when you can finally touch her, but those times come rare. It can take days, sometimes weeks to reach an island to dock at, but when you do, you always take the time to sit by the shore. 

Finally, you arrive at the pier. “Arle?” You call out, and you see a ripple in the water. Grinning, you walk to the ends of one of the docks, setting down the plate a bit away from you. You remove your shoes and set them far away. Perching on the dock, your feet dip into the cold waters and you shiver.

You see something gleam in the corner of your eyes, the familiar shine of her scales. You then remember the food, and you start. “Wait, Arle don't splash–”

Too late. Something erupts from the waters and launches into you, a cold, heavy weight thrusting into your body making you tumble on your back on the dock. Pressed between the wooden planks and the creature that straddles you, you can't help but laugh and raise your hand up to her face, the now drenched food forgotten entirely. 

“Hey gorgeous,” you say as you stroke her cheek gently. She's the most beautiful treasure that you found among the seas. Arlecchino gazes down on you, her red pupils glistering as her arms wrap around your torso. She purrs, little fangs apparent as the tip of her tongue peeks out with her open-mouth smile. 

“Missed you,” is the first thing she says, before she leans her body against you, nuzzling her face into your neck. Your clothes get soaked from her, but you pay no mind. You stroke her wet hair, carding your fingers through her strands before kissing the top of her head. 

“I missed you too. Did you eat recently?” 

Sometimes she'd disappear for a few nights to search for another wandering ship for her meals but she never fails to find your ship again. You haven't seen her for a couple days before you docked her. 

Arlecchino nods. “Human food?” She questions. Her tail flicks, thumping against the wood out of eagerness. Although she enjoys the taste of cooked meats, beef especially, you don't believe it's as nutrition dense as… well, the main source of her diet, and it's hard to serve her cooked meat while on sea due to the issue of storing meat on ships. So, cooked meat has always been a treat for her. 

You nod. “You want to try?” 

She lets out an affirmative purr, and you help her sit upright in your lap. It's always a bit difficult considering she has a tail instead of legs, but she maneuvers her tail to encircle your waist, and you support her back with one of your arms. You silently mourn for your now soggy sandwich as you reach for the plate, using her tail as a flat surface. 

“What is it?” 

“Meat pie and a sandwich.” You take the fork and dig out the meat from the meat pie. Balancing the tender piece of beef on your utensil, you carefully guide it to her mouth. 

“Careful, it's hot. And don't bite the fork this time,” you gently warn her as she eats it. She squirms a bit in your lap, an indicator that she's pleased with the taste. 

“More?” You chuckle, adoring the cute plea in her eyes. 

You scrape out more of the meat until she's eaten all of the pie filling, leaving you to eat the pie crust. You're still peckish, so you start eating your sandwich, but not before fishing out the thick slice of ham from it, and giving it to her. If it meant you could watch the way her expression lights up again forever, then you would endlessly eat ham-less sandwiches and savor every cheese and vegetables sandwiched in between wet bread. 

“Did you like it?” You ask in between chews as she leans her head against your shoulder. She nods, and leans up again to place featherlight kisses on your neck. With the cold droplets of water and her frigid lips, it tickles you and you giggle. So adorable. 

You freeze up when you feel her fangs prick your skin and she looks up to you for permission. Another mating bite? You nod, wordlessly giving her permission, and you suck in a harsh breath as you feel her teeth sink in. Purrs vibrate coarse through her mouth as she pulls away, lapping at the mark and the texture of her tongue invokes a throaty groan from you, your body trembling with pleasure. 

Arlecchino leans away, but in her eyes, hunger burns in them. Her hands take purchase on your hips and she pushes your back against the planks. Her tail unwinds around your torso and instead coils around your ankles, securing them together.  

“H-here?” You question, flushing. Her hands wander lower, the sharp nails trailing lower to your thighs, where faint scratches scatter. 

The night that you first met her, she sang so beautifully for you. Tonight, you repay her back, singing out her name so tastefully. 

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The air Fives breathed in felt heavy as he panted, glancing frantically between his trapped Captain and General and to the Guard. His flittering gaze met Fox’s through his visor.

Fox grit his teeth as his head pounded again, like someone was punching his skull over and over and over. It had been aching since his talk with the chancellor that morning. Now, he stood with his gun raised in trembling hands. 

Something in his mind - something in his mind - was ordering him to pull the trigger, such a simplistic action that would knock down the boy ahead, the supposed terrorist.

But he knew Fives, and this was not him.

And so Fox pushed back that person, that voice in his head, and he listened to Fives. They all listened to the spluttering words of their vod, the General included. As soon as Rex was released from the shield, he enveloped his little brother in a hug, pulling him close and muttering comfort. 

The look Rex had given Fox from over Fives’ shoulder was enough to make Fox’s heart drop to his stomach.

                                       -

Days had passed since Fives’ confession, and now Fox was speed-walking through the Senate, blasters in hand with gritted teeth. Everything he’d heard, felt, and figured out had added up to this impulsive decision, as he pressed the door control to enter the Chancellor’s office.

“Commander Fox!” Chancellor Palpatine greeted cheerfully, but Fox only glared harder through his visor. He used to think the Chancellor’s cheerful greetings could be irritating at times, and now he felt like there were deeper levels of brainwashing being placed on him every time they encountered one another.

Which was exactly what it was.

Fox was barely in control of himself as he raised his right arm, safety-off on his blaster as he aimed the weapon at his brainwasher.

Once, Fox and all his brothers had been puppets on strings, tied carefully to the Chancellor’s fingertips. But those strings were cut, when Fox pulled the trigger.

Five.

Times.

In.

A.

Row.

Five times for Fives, Fox thought bitterly, watching the Chancellor’s face fall to complete and utter shock, before his body collapsed to the floor. Five bullet holes seeped smoke from the Chancellor’s forehead.

Fox felt his teeth loosen from their rigid position, as he turned away from the corpse and marched out of the office, down the hallway and away from the puppeteer. 

Down with the puppet-master.

                                             -

Weeks since the Chancellor’s death and the Senate was finally starting to settle down. Fives had given his entire recount of the events, and with Rex, he was slowly becoming his former self. Fox had been held in jail overnight but released the next day after the Senate agreed it was a good deed.

Senator Bail Organa was now rising as the new Chancellor.

Fives shrugged his shoulders back as he wandered after Rex through the Revolution’s corridors. With the Sith dead, the War was staggering along slowly, although Dooku was in charge. Dooku had kept the fight going since the death of his Master, but everyone could see the end - thankfully - drawing near.

“Clone Force 99 has returned from their mission,” Rex told the ARC Trooper, who nodded eagerly. After capturing a post recently, Fives and Rex had recognised a battle tactic used against them, and had reported it. Clone Force 99 had been sent out to investigate. “Apparently there’s something we need to see in the hangar.”

Fives nodded again and Rex sighed softly.

He feared how long it would take for Fives to become his cheerful self again.

The pair made their way to the hangar quickly, where they were reunited with the Bad Batch - whom they’d met briefly beforehand. That was when Hunter spoke up.

“There’s something you should see, Captain,” the long-haired Clone explained and Rex raised an eyebrow. From inside the shuttle, a pair of footsteps echoed. A figure began half-limping down the slope, and Fives sucked in a breath upon seeing the figure’s face.

“Echo,” he whispered breathlessly, and their eyes locked.

Echo’s pale face broke into a grin as his teary brother rushed to him, engulfing him in a hug. Tears fell from both of the Clone’s eyes as they wept together.

Together, finally.

Together, again.

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Hello! I dunno if my requests went through, or if you just didn’t want to do it

Could you write a little!Ragatha cantered fic?

Plot : Ragatha has a doll collection and some doll houses, their her fav toy (besides horse toys). She’s a kid than baby regressor (5-6) and likes to keep her dolls safe and in good condition. Little!Pomni gets to have a play date with Little!Ragatha and accidentally breaks or injures one of her dolls. Ragatha is mad and sad and kinda yells at Pomni, I want it to have some angst but end in fluff please 🙏:3

Your reuqest went through and I have your first one in my ask box /pos

Right now, I'm taking a break/hiatus from writing and drawing, but I will get to your request once my hiatus is done /pos /gen

[xoxochb]

i reuqested the hypnos reader + diet pepsie fics btww!! Can i pretty pls be 🪼 anonn xxxx

of course angel

[sanaexus]

Would you do a smau for my favorite u-20 playboy Oliver Aiku please? He's been so funny to read in the other smau. Could one of his post be one where's he's sentimentally and sappy and everyone in the comments is like "oh sh-, this man is whipped and had changed?"

thanks again!! love your works always🫶✨

YES YES YES OMG I AM DYING FOR THIS IDEA THIS IS SO CUTE??? I TOTALLY SEE OLIVER BEING A DOWN BAD SIMP WHEN HE FINDS THE ONE IM SO SHOCKED THAT I HAVENT MADE A SOCIALS AS OLIVERS GF YET I HOPE TO INCOPORATE THIS IDEA IN THAT FIC THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REUQESTING!!

[dokries]

hi noonoo babes

ik i reuqested smt earlier but oh lawd i went and looked at all the glastonbury svt content and i need someone to feed my rockstar bf shua delusions 😣 (if u couldnt tell from my text msgs)

it doesnt have to be a fic but just some hcs because OH LAWD HES SO FINE

take as much time as u need to too bc when things are done in the right time and mindset is whe they come out rlly good 😁

mwah mwah

no you’re so real he looked so good…i hope my writing is good enough 🙏

you can find your bf here <3

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Schedule

For the sake of providing quality over quantity, I have removed the release dates of new chapters. I want to go through them at my own pace without feeling rushed in any way. Thank you for your understanding!

Changes in the order may occur. First come does not equal first serve.

Legend

One-shot : 🖊️ Multi-chapter fic : 📚 Headcanon(s) : 💭 Platonic relationship : 🤝 Romantic relationship : 💕️ Female reader: 🎀 Male reader: 💙

Writing order (changes may occur)

Matthew - requested by Emmy 🖊️💕️🎀

Yussif - reuqested by Mae 🖊️💕️🎀

Simon the Zealot - requested by E 💭🤝💙

Jesus & Co - requested by Anonymous 🖊️🤝🎀

Joanna - requested by J Bart 🖊️🤝💙

Simon the Zealot - requested by Katie 🖊️💕️🎀

Mary of Bethany - requested by J Bart 🖊️💕️💙

Thaddeus - requested by E 🖊️🤝💙

Jesus - requested by Kalie 🖊️🤝🎀

Andrew - requested by Louisa 🖊️💕️🎀

Mother Mary - requested by J Bart 🖊️🤝💙

Philip - requested by Katie 🖊️💕️🎀

Matthew - requested by Joanne 🖊️💕️🎀

John the Apostle - requested by J Bart 🖊️🤝🎀

Andrew - requested by Heather 🖊️💕️🎀

Big James - requested by J Bart 🖊️💕️🎀

Shmuel - requested by J Bart 🖊️🤝🎀

Philip - requested by Nina 🖊️💕️🎀

Andrew - requested by Mall 💭💕️🎀

Thaddeus - requested by J Bart 🖊️💕️🎀

[gilbertscurls]

heyy im the know who reuqested the last fic you poste and ITS PERFECT YOUR PERFECT WE ALL REALLY PPRECIATE YOUR WRITING

hii, thank you!! so glad you liked it 🩷

[helianskies]

i am working on those holiday fic requesting thingys by the way, i've just been prioritising For Me right now as i might only be able to update once more this year :')

[uglypastels]

Hey can you write one where it's the reader's birthday and Tom surprises her at 12am!! 💕💕💕

It was late at night. You were scrolling through your Instagram. There wasn’t too much to see. Like any day, people had been out and about previously and now that they were home had time to edit their pictures and post them for the whole world to see. 

You checked the little clock in the corner of your screen. 11:43pm. Almost midnight. Almost your birthday. You weren’t planning much for tomorrow. With the whole pandemic in motion, your original plans to go on holidays, was obviously cancelled. Then nothing really seemed important. So you were expecting to spend the day at home, watching Criminal Minds or something else, from time to time stopping to answer a call from a friend or family member who wanted to wish you a happy birthday. It all didn’t seem so bad. 

Except that the one person you really wished would be here with you, wasn’t.

Tom had flown to Germany a few weeks ago to start filming. The two of you messaged and called each other frequently but it just wasn’t the same. You wanted him to be here. 

11:48. 

You got a notification that @tomholland2013 added something his story. You clicked on it and saw a selfie he took that day. It was in the mirror of his hotel room. As always, he looked amazing. Even when he looked tired. You smiled at the little sticker that said ‘Berlin’ in the corner. He finally learned how to use those, huh. 

You spend another few minutes going through Instagram when you suddenly felt a huge urge to eat something. You debated it but finally decided to get up and make your way into the kitchen. After all, it would be your birthday in five minutes and there was no one here to judge you anyway. 

You had just walked into the kitchen and were about to open a cupboard when the vintage clock in the living room hit twelve, scaring (as usual) the ever-living fuck out of you. It didn’t help that exactly the same time your phone rang. It was Tom. You picked up in light speed. 

“Hey darling,” he said, clearly tired and ready to sleep. You pulled out the cookies from the shelf. 

“Hiya, how was set?” you asked. 

“Not much happened, been missing you a lot.” Just by the way he said it, you could tell he was pouting. 

“I miss you too.” With one hand, you tried to open the cookies. Right then, the doorbell rang. You looked around, as if the main door was right behind you, not exactly expecting to have anyone arrive in the middle of the night. Most likely,Tom had said something that you didn’t hear because soon he was asking you “what’s wrong?”. 

“It’s nothing. Just the doorbell.” You were already making your way to the door, slowly. 

“What? Who is it?” Tom seemed concerned. 

“I don’t know. Let me just,” you pulled away from the phone and shouted out into the empty apartment, “I’ll get it!!” Hopefully, it will fool anyone who was out there that you weren’t alone. 

“Be careful, okay,” Tom said. All you could respond with at this moment was a mumble. You were out the door. The automatic light in front of the door outside was on but when you looked through the peephole all you could see was... flowers?? 

“Who is it?” you called out. There was no response. Was this really the day you were going to die? You called out again.

With a deep breath, you unlocked and slowly opened the door the tiniest bit, but as soon as you saw it, you threw it wide open. 

“Tom!” Trying to be considerate, you didn’t shout but your surprise was evident. Tom pulled his phone away from his ear and put the large bouquet of flowers down and gave you a big smile. 

“Happy birthday, darling!” 

Your birthday wish, somehow, still came true.  

[bulletproofscales]

im so soft for namjin so could i ask for a sweet fic for them? one where they spend too much time on the internet searching for "namjin evidence" and start getting scared because they think the fans are onto them

– such a sweet and fun idea to write!! it was just so enjoyable to work with. i had to look into namjin evidence videos just you know…. for research purpouses. it came out really fluffy, short, and fun! hope you enjoy

990 words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29371893

BTS love their fans, blatantly so. Their open relationship with ARMY’s one of the core essence of the bulletproof boy scouts as a group. It’s their fan’s love and support that pushes the seven men to work harder, go bigger, and grow, time after time.  The entirety of BTS can agree that the band is as dependent on ARMYs as the fans are dependent on them; which means, they thrive on seeing fan reactions to photos, songs, fan-written letters, and fan content. 

They don’t always get the time to be online, though. The painful irony of working so hard for their fans, that they don’t have time to meet said fans online; it sucks, but the payoff is always worth it when they get to five ARMYs the best of themselves and their music. 

And besides, it makes off days like today, that much more special. 

Namjoon has his head rested on Seokjin’s shoulder, quietly watching the older scroll through the timeline of a fake stan account. Maybe not the most romantic start to their day off, but they like it this way. The comfortable silence with just the noises of the city also starting to wake up this sunday morning; occasionally chuckling at a tweet, endeared smiles plastered over their faces at the sight of so many fans. Soft comments as they read everything. 

Seokjin’s continuous scrolling stops when a tweet  captures both of their attention. It read: ‘namjin being actually married for 10 minutes straight’, with a link in the tweet beneath. 

All it takes is once glance at one another, no words needed, before Soekjin is clicking the link. 

Their jaws are hanging low as the video ends, only when they hear the sound of a new video playing afterwards they snap out of it to pause it. They turn to one another with shocked expressions. Sure, they knew ships were a thing, they knew people shipped the two of them together (hell, fanfiction is a great way to research how to make stuff more interesting in bed; they’ll admit it shamelessly); and, fermented by their slow burned love and relationship, it had become very popular throughout their careers. They knew all of this yes. 

But still, they’d never thought people would actually be, as aware as they were of the two men. 

No, Seokjin’s and Namjoon’s relationship wasn’t completely a secret; the members obviously knew, they eventually told their families, and told their close managers once they were sure BTS was in a high enough position to be indispensable. But even their managers knowing isn’t really necessary, they like keeping it professional whenever they’re at work; whenever there are cameras. 

And even so, ARMYs were easy to suspect. 

“They… figured out the watch thing.” His voice is stunned, breaking the silence. 

“And literally everything else, Joon.” Seokjin says a little breathless in disbelief, smiling as if to hide all the other stuff going through his head right now. Namjoon sets his hand on his chest rubbing soft reassuring circles. 

“It’s just one video, baby.” His smile looks actually calm, almost contaging its way into Seokjin’s tense face. “It doesn’t mean anything.” It should be laughable to anyone else, the way Seokjin is so easily relaxed under Namjoon’s words.

Yeah, yeah his fiance is right. One isolated video doesn’t have to mean their entire relationship was dismantled or revealed. 

With shoulders that are much more relaxed, he feels Namjoon settle his head to its original position on Seokjin, both of the going back to the phone, only to be faced with the video that had started auto-playing. 

‘namjin being a newly married couple part 13’ 

Part…13…

It’s been a bit of a scarring experience, to see hours upon hours of content of just the two of them; doing things they’ve done thinking they were being convincing. But they couldn’t stop themselves from falling deeper into the rabbit hole. There was some weird fascination, being able to see themselves from outside eyes; for the first time being able to see just how obvious they were being. 

“How did we manage to be so careless?” Namjoon asks, staring at his fiance with widened eyes. 

“And this was us being sneaky! Who knows how many actual slip ups we have had that are uploaded online?!” He whines staring equally mortified. All this years thinking they were being so sly… 

“We’ll have to start distancing in public, I’ll have to force myself to write heteronormative songs again.” Namjoon’s tone becomes more and more dreadful. He gasps before staring at Seokjin with eyes like plates. “It will be like “war of hormone” all over again.” 

Seokjin’s expression widens, if possibly even more. “No… No I can’t. I’m not… strong enough.” There’s a small tremble to his voice, hands reaching to cling tightly to Namjoon’s; who squeezes back.

“It will be hard… There’s too many dilf hunter jokes about you.” Namjoon frowns, deep in though. “ But what choice do we have?” His voice softens, hopeless. 

Turns out, they did have another option. The option to just… not give a fuck. 

No, they’re not out in the open for everyone. As surprising as it is, Namjoon and Seokjin don’t like the idea of yet another thing from their private lives becoming public domain for everyone’s opinions; something that is so entirely theirs. And they’re still professional during work, it’s not like they started being blatantly all over each other. 

They just… toned it up a slightest bit. Not for anyone else, but that handful of fans who they know would look. Feeling always particularly proud of themselves whenever they'd come back home to see the timeline entirely covered by screaming from what they had done. Reactions like that just encourage them not only to go and check on their fans more often, but to be little by little the slightest bit more comfortable with sharing their love outside the walls of their apartment.