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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 15- Going to SOPA

Chapter Summary: After auditioning successfully for SOPA, Jennie attends school for the first time in South Korea as she goes with Jungkook to the opening ceremony

Words: 2,000+

Genre: JenKook fluff! I dare say this is the start of him growing feelings :)

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Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Jennie took a deep breath and smoothed down her school uniform. Today was the day. She was going to High School in South Korea with Jungkook. She enjoyed going to school. She missed going to school when she was back in America, performing with her old group.

She was nervous, yet excited for the day.

How different was the school system here?

The audition back in February she had was even more intimidating than her Big Hit audition and she was grateful she was able to pass with her vocals.

Now the day was here for the entrance day.

Hearing her phone ring, she answered it to reveal her two older sisters, Alani and Vienna in a Facetime call. They looked like they were back in their dorm at college.

"AW~" They coo.

"Look at her~" Alani squealed.

"So adorable." Vienna smiled.

"Oh shut up..." Jennie grumbled, rolling her eyes at their banter.

"Nice school uniform~" Vienna teased.

"We're in college while you're starting high school in South Korea. This is too cute. Don't focus on any boys! That's my only rule. I mean it, JW." Alani said in a serious tone, narrowing her eyes.

Shoving her sister away, Vienna took the phone. "Don't listen to her. DO focus on boys."

"Whatever you do, don't be like Vienna. We came from a party and she was grinding up on this one guy. I'm the better role model."

"It's not like I slept with him, I was just dancing! Grinding is dancing!" Vienna disagreed. Jennie agreed with her statement.

"Yeah, you're overreacting with that Alani," Jen replied

"See! Best older sister is me," Vienna cheered

"Oh, be quiet!" Alani started bickering with her.

"Would you two quit it!" Jennie lets out a short laugh.

"Girl, you're 16. Tell me all the details when you start finding some cute guys." Vienna requested.

"Ah, I bet they'll start coming after her. Have you seen her butt? It's getting bigger." Alani added with a laugh.

"Stop~" Jen groans. "It's not big..."

"Sure it's not Serena Williams big but you have something back there." Vienna declared

Jen shrugged. "I don't think I would be anyone's ideal type around here, though. I don't fit their beauty standards here. At least I don't think so. But it's all good. If I catch someone's eye, cool. If not it's fine,"

"I hope you know that you are beautiful."

"I do, I do. Even the guys always tell me."

"Well, they're not lying."

"We just wanted to call you because we hope you have a great day! Our baby JW is growing up so fast. Some advice for the first day, remember that communication is key. Do icebreakers. Approach people and introduce yourself. The rest should go well after that." Alani advised. "Even with the K-Pop idols. They're normal people, just like us but they're just really well known for what they do. Should be no problem to say hi as you grow in the industry,"

Jennie nodded at her advice. "I'll keep that in mind. There are a lot of idols I want to meet. I'll see what I can do. So how's college for you?"

"Acting is fun. Been preparing for the spring play. It's going to be lit! I'll send pictures. And guess who's the lead?" Vienna beamed.

"You?" Jennie replied like it was an obvious answer but out of nowhere Vienna started sniffing and faked a sob.

"NO. But I will try harder next play."

"I know you can do it."

"My communications class is going great. I have to prepare to make a persuasive speech. I should get a good grade on it." Alani informed with a bright smile.

Vienna shook her head. "I still don't know how she convinced mom to get her belly pierced when she was just 16."

Smirking, Alani cleared her throat and flipped her hair. "I got skills."

"Yooo my English professor is a bitch, though!" Vienna started getting riled up, clapping her hands.

"I swear, I was about to lash out at her for yellin' at me. I really hate when people yell at me, like get out face!"

"She also almost got into a fight at the party. THANKFULLY I dragged her away."

"Because some bitch was trying to say that her hair was better but she didn't even have any edges. So obviously, I had to set her straight. She was so close to catching these hands...the Lord was testing me!"

"You can always ignore the person?" Jen slowly said, trying to calm her down.

"NO! You got me fucked up! I'm not going to just let someone just say that to me! And you bet not let anyone walk over you either, JW!"

Alani sighed. "As you can see, Jennie, you are the most civilized sister, here."

"For now. Once she ever gets mad, she'll understand. But she has dad's cool, calm, collected genes while we got mom's anger genes." Vienna pointed out.

"So why did your English professor yell at you, Vienna?" Jen asked

"I was Facetiming." She answered like it was nothing wrong.

Jennie deadpanned. "Well obviously! And that's so rude! Dude!"

"What?" She laughed.

"Jennie~ are you almost done? Breakfast is ready!" Jin called out from her door.

Looking up at her door, she replied in Korean, "Coming!" and turned back to her phone.

"I still can't get over how quickly you can shift from Korean to English. I'm really happy things worked out for you in K-Pop. Keep making us proud. You're going to do big things with BTS. We love you." Alani smiled.

Jennie blew them a kiss, replying in English, "I love you, guys, too!"

"Remember! BOYS~!" Vienna started laughing when Alani shoved her to the side.

"Vienna shut the hell up! Don't listen to this bitch. Focus on school!" Alani encouraged.

"Who are you callin' a bitch?"

Laughing, Jen said her goodbyes and hung up. Grabbing her packed school bag with her books and pencils, she walked out of her room and headed to the dining room.

Hobi was the first to see her and gasped. "AHH! My Munchkin~" He squealed and rushed up to her. "You look so adorable!"

Looking up from eating, Jungkook glanced over at Hobi. He spotted Jennie smiling nervously at Hobi's excitement as a smile crept up on his face. "Morning, Jennie!"

Turning her head, she grinned at him and sat next to him. "Morning, buddy. I guess today is the day. School...SOPA...all righty..." She started eating fast.

Jungkook let out a low chuckle. "You sound and look nervous."

"Nervous? Who's nervous? I'm not nervous at all!"

"Slow down. It won't be that bad. Don't worry."

After eating, they start filming for a Bangtan Bomb. "Hello, it's the day I get to wear my uniform. Jennie and I, are going to school for our entrance ceremony! My mom and dad will be coming, too." Jungkook smiled at the camera.

"My mom and dad are in America right now but they sent in all the papers that we needed. They told me they were with me in spirit." She chuckled. "I Skyped them yesterday. They told me to take lots of videos and pictures." She sighed. "This is normal."

"Jennie is so nervous." Jungkook teased her.

"Quiet! It's a new experience, I just hope things go well."

"Come on guys, hurry up! I want to go there soon!"

"He's so eager."

After they were dropped off at the school, Jennie put on her bookbag and made her way to the building.

"Oh dear...oh dear..." She murmured.

"For crying out loud. Jennie if you don't relax." Yoongi patted her shoulder.

As they tried to find where the entrance ceremony was, Jin commented about how it had been so long since he'd been to school.

'Hyungs who are even more excited from being in a school after a long time'

"I think I'm in a school again after three years?" Hobi said as they made their way upstairs.

When she met with her form teacher, she was grateful for how patient and calm she was with her. Her schedule consisted of having Algebra first, then Biology, Korean class, history, lunch, and English. She just had to pick two more classes.

"Music seems to be your best choice." The form teacher advised with a sweet smile.

"I'll take a singing class." She watched as the form teacher wrote it down. "Um, do you happen to have a guitar class?"

"Yes, we do."

Her eyes lit up and she sighed out of relief. "Awesome! I would love to take that as well!"

After both Jen and Jungkook were done speaking with their form teachers, they headed to the assembly hall. From the top, Jin pointed out where they were standing.

"It's really cute seeing them standing there." Namjoon grinned

"Jungkookie and our Jennie~" Hobi cooed.

"I want to attend school," Yoongi spoke up.

"Me too! All of a sudden." Hobi reminisced

Looking up, Jennie saw Namjoon and the guys waving at her, so she nudged Jungkook and pointed them out.

"I don't know why but it's really fascinating." Jin grinned

"Jungkook is so handsome...seriously. And our beautiful Jennie...she's so precious." Hobi grinned

"For real!" Namjoon agreed. "I'm proud of them."

While Yoongi took pictures, Jennie decided to use her sister's advice and do some icebreakers to make a friend or two. Looking around, she managed to find a girl standing nearby and made her way to her.

The girl had long straight black hair and looked timid as she was looking down.

"Hi!" She greeted kindly.

Looking up, the girl was startled that she was talking to her. "H-hello."

"My name is Jennifer. What's yours?"

"H-Hayoon."

"Hayoon." She said her name the right way. "Well, it's very nice to meet you. Are you nervous to be here?"

"Yes, I really am."

"Same. It's my first time going to school in South Korea. What classes do you have? Maybe we have some together." She compared classes with her.

"Jennie is making friends while Kookie is just standing there. He's just standing there, not speaking a word!" Jimin laughed with the rest of the hyungs.

"Go talk to others!" Namjoon said when Jungkook looked up at them.

"Go talk to your friends!" Tae laughed.

Back to Jennie, she found a few classes that she shared with Hayoon. "Oh cool! Looks like we Biology, lunch and singing!" Jennie beamed.

"R-really? That's great!"

"Are you a trainee?"

"Yes, I'm a trainee for Source Music."

"Wow, that's amazing. I'm from Big Hit Entertainment. Let's exchange numbers!"

After they finish, they head out to eat as Jungkook and Jennie agree to split the bill to pay for the whole meal.

'Stress relieved since its all over and they're going to eat'

"We're here to eat Jja-jang noodles. Jennie and I are going to treat everyone." Jungkook said.

"Yep! It's the least we can do." she smiled.

"Ahhh I'm so proud of you, Munchkin~" Hobi hugged her tightly

"I can't breathe~" She groaned before he started giving her big kisses on the cheek. "Cut it out, jeesh!" She laughed

Once inside, seated, and orders taken, they take a group photo. Jen sat next to Jungkook, while they all threw up peace signs.

"Food~" She happily dug in.

"So what do you think of the school so far Jennie?" Namjoon asked.

"Um...I just hope I don't get lost." She laughed nervously over the guys' laughter from her statement.

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The next day was the first day of school as both Jungkook and Jennie were dropped off and walking together with the manager. Already were the paparazzi taking photos of all the upcoming idols walking to attend the school. Smiling, she waved at the cameras.

"I'll walk you to your first class." Jungkook volunteered as they walked through the crowd.

Jen grabbed onto his arm to not get lost. "You don't mind walking me? Thanks, I appreciate it."

Once they went inside, she widened her eyes. "Is it even bigger than yesterday? How am I going to survive this?"

Jungkook let out a laugh and grabbed her hand. "You'll get the hang of it. Come on." He guided her and walked to her first class. As soon as they arrived, she thanked him. "I'll wait for you outside when school is over."

"All right, I'll text you. I hope this goes smooth sailing. Good luck in your classes." She was about to leave but he continued to hold her hand, stopping her from going to class.

Turning back to face him, she watched as he looked down shyly. "You really don't want me to leave, huh?" She let out a small chuckle. "You're still shy? Jungkook, you're so nice and polite. Anyone would love to be your friend. My mom and sisters always told me to do icebreakers. Maybe if you feel comfortable and ready, you can do the same here at school,"

"You're so outgoing, though." He murmured.

"Ha! That's a lie. I'm very nervous but I'm trying to keep it in. My stomach is in knots. I'm not used to this school system like everyone else is. So, I'm gonna have a harder time. I'm not happy about that." She frowned.

Looking up at her frowning, he let go of her hand and pinched her cheeks.

"Hey!" She laughed and pushed his hands away.

"There it is. Keep that smile. Good luck with everything. I'm sure you'll be fine. I know I will too." He grinned.

"Thanks. I'll see you later." She headed on to class.

Her classes went smooth sailing. An introduction to the classes. When it was time for her Korean class, she walked in to see Jungkook sitting at a desk and stiffed a laugh. Sitting next to him, she cleared her throat.

Looking up, Jungkook cocked his head to the side and widened his eyes.

"J-Jennie! What are you doing, here?!"

"What are YOU doing here?" She teased.

"Ha! We have class together?"

"Looks that way! I guess we forgot to compare schedules yesterday."

Korean class may be the most distracting, she could tell she may be goofing off with Jungkook in the class. But she also knew he would be able to help her out with her Korean and she could help him with his English work.

While the class was in session, they paid attention to the teacher going over what they were going to do in the class.

Watching her pencil roll to the edge of the desk, Jen went to stop it from falling but ended up touching Jungkook's hand, having the same intention. When their hands touched, he felt something cold on her finger and grabbed her hand to look at it.

"You..." He examined her hand to spot the black ring, he had given her, on her right index finger. "You're...you're wearing it." He whispered happily to himself.

"Huh?" Looking at what he was staring at, the realization hit her. "Oh, the ring! Yeah, of course. I wear it every day, actually...ever since you told me you cherished me and our friendship, it got me thinking. I couldn't help but wear it every day. I guess...it's because I'm truly lucky to have a friend like you in my life." She blurted out. Widening her eyes, she covered her mouth.

Her words warmed his heart as he slowly revealed his bunny smile. She didn't know how moved he was just from her saying that to him.

"Sorry, sorry, too much? I can take it off if you want." She took her hand back and was about to take it off but his warm hands stopped her.

"No. Don't." He said softly, pushing the ring back on her finger. "It-it makes me...very happy to see you wearing it. I wear my ring every day, too. Let's continue wearing our rings every day." He showed her his ring on his right index finger.

Smiling, she turned her attention back to the teacher. Meanwhile, Jungkook couldn't help but continue smiling. Little did she know, wearing that ring made his day much better.

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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Thor Freya

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babbling-idiot · 4 years ago

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Jennifer Check Headcanon

Request: "hey i was wondering if you could do some hcs for Jennifer check with a s/o who's a little dorky, easily flustered and awkward but for some reason Jen finds them hot" -By Anon

Warning: Non

(Hey anon! So I hope you like these headcanons and if so dont hesitate to request for more!)

So first off jennifer is literally always teasing you

Its always something that will make you have to hide your face from everyone that might just so happen to look over at you

Alot of the time is can be a note she passed to you or a very seductive stare she may give you, or if she's feeling daring she'll get a lollipop and look at you the entire time as she licks it.

And everytime you mouth an "Stop that right now!" Across the room to hopefully get her to really stop

Which never works might I say

She loves to lean in next to you at your locker

Just talking or asking you questions about some questions on a test

She does a thing when she's talking to that involves her to either rub the side of you arm or mostly play with you hair, be it long she'll run her fingers through the strands and watch them fall, or if you have short hair then she'll card her fingers through them as well.

She loves kissing you abruptly before you go to class just so when you walk in your all flustered and red

Which always gets a teachers attention

"Ms. L/n are you alright? You look quite flushed, do you need to see the nurse?" "O-oh no! No I'm fine! I guess today's heat is getting to me." "Alright then, sit down and open your book to page-"

And thats how that usually goes

Which always gets a laugh out of Jennifer

She loves to brag to people about you

For example lets say someone is talking shit about you, per say...

She will literally corner their ass and get right up in their face and say "Well guess what? That person your talking about is my fucking partner! You talk shit about them again and I'll rip your fucking throat out."

All the while pointing in your direction and making sure they see that she is dead serious

And if they continue, well they'll just become another missing person

Oh Shawn went missing? Dang i hope they find him 😏

Will continue to brag about being with you, about how amazing you are, how great of a kisser you are

Which you will immediately try to get her to be quiet, it never works out

Loves to give you kisses all the time

Kisses on the cheek are just fun for her, because after on your cheeks are as red as blood

Pecks you on the lips any chance she can, loves how soft and warm they are, could stay there forever if she could

Also neck kisses always seemed to make you extra flustered

You always want the ground to open up and swallow you so you don't have to go through the whole feeling the back of your neck heating up

Loves to give you compliments that she knows will also make you blush like crazy

Will compliment your smile, if you have a "funky" smile she will compliment you even more

Your eyes, lips, nose, anything she can think up a compliment for she will tell straight away

Loves to take pictures with you

Especially cute couple pictures and will save them to her phone so she never loses them

If she posts to social media alot, she will most definitely take selfies with you and post them

Will put the most cringy description at the bottom of it she can think of

All the guys that follow her will constantly ask her who you are, or why are you hanging out with her or some stupid shit like that

Which always gets her more pissed of then anything

Will definitely say something right back to them on how your way more fun and your together, duh!

And also just loves to be around you

Loves to do little date night that include you being either at your house or hers and watching ramifications comedies. Or watching horror movies

When you spend the night together you both like to stay up, music on with low volume as to not wake up her mom and doing anything

This can be doing her homework that is due tomorrow morning

Playing board games

Or playing slumber party games like truth or dare and other ones like that

Loves to just lay on the bed with you and talk about how she can't wait to graduate and leave the town with you

Loves talking about the future and how amazing it will be with you

She's head over hills for you and its amazes you how you were luckiest person I the whole high-school to be with Jennifer

(Hey again so if you liked this please leave some feedback it helps a whole lot and I would appreciate it. Have an amazing day and stay safe out there in the world!)

#jennifer check headcanon #jennifer check imagines #jennifer check #jennifers body #megan fox

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luxekook · 5 years ago

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chapter one.

⇥ pairing: jungkook x reader; eventual bts/ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 2.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, kissing, hickies, drinking, tatted jungkook, nipple piercings

Chapter One

Fall of Junior Year – 8:57am

I curse every single decision that has brought me to this very moment as I power-walk across campus, sweating under the already blistering sun. Campus in August could easily be compared to a swamp given the amount of unearthly humidity, and I'm pretty sure I currently qualified as the local swamp thing.

The only positive feature in my morning has been the table of free coffee and doughnuts staffed by Student Government. The first day of the fall semester always seems to be accompanied by frantically wide-eyed freshmen and celebratory freebies. However, air conditioning is the only thing I would be celebrating today as I finally reach Tyson Hall – the destination of my 9:00am class.

As I rush to my classroom with one minute to spare, I slump into a seat in the far corner – my preferred location for people-watching out of the large windows and for getting away with doing homework for other classes.

Familiar faces surround me, an unsurprising observation given that this is our mandatory research seminar as psychology majors. I notice my friend Jenni sitting in the opposite corner, eyes glued to her phone screen.

Opening my laptop, I shoot her a text to come sit with me. Her head whips up, black braids moving every which way as she immediately piles up her things and hustles over, “(y/n), I forgot you were in this seminar! I just switched over from quantitative research because I couldn’t take any more statistics – or Dr. Harding.”

Dr. Harding is the dean of the psychology department and has been teaching here for ages. Feared by most psychology students for his tough grading and intimidating persona, he’s actually a huge softie – something I discovered by going to his office hours and seeing all 85 pictures of his grandchildren hanging throughout the room.

“He’s not that bad, Jen.”

She scoffs, “You would say that because you got an A in statistics like some sort of wizard. Besides, Dr. Newman is so much nicer.”

Jenni has an excellent point. Dr. Newman is the main reason I chose this seminar. As one of the most respected researchers at our university, she’s known for her qualitative studies on gender across cultures. I consider Dr. Newman to be a real badass woman and I lowkey stan her.

I turn to reply, but Dr. Newman begins taking attendance and class begins.

Fifty minutes later, Jenni practically drags me out of the classroom, “I cannot believe she kept us the whole 50 minutes. Is she aware that it’s syllabus week? It’s practically law to just read over the syllabus and then dismiss class. This is outrageous– (y/n), are you even listening?”

“Hmm?” I totally had tuned her out, focusing on the number of students flooding the quad. I had missed this – the rush of students heading to class, the yells of people greeting each other from entirely too far away, the buzz of excitement over potential parties…

“Unbelievable. How did I forget you have this whole weird-ass feminist crush on her?” Jenni forges forth, “It doesn’t matter. What are you doing tonight? You’re going out with us, right? Luna and I want to go to Hannigan’s.”

Since the three of us had all turned 21 over the summer, we finally could legally go to the bars in town. Hannigan’s currently holds the top spot on the list of bars that most of the upperclassman frequent. It’s a popular Irish pub downtown known for its cheap beer and mixed drinks.

It’s also BTS’s unofficial hangout – a fact that makes me slightly uneasy. After learning who the higher-ups are in BTS, I have taken to avoiding them like the plague. It was a relatively easy thing to do since the spring semester tended to be less focused on rushing and recruiting for fraternities and sororities.

But now it’s rush season, and I’m pretty much fucked. There will be no avoiding seeing BTS’s president Kim Namjoon out recruiting with his vice president Min Yoongi and his social chair Jung Hoseok. There will also be no avoiding pledge master Taehyung leading around new BTS pledges like a mother duckling. And don’t even get me started on how Kim Seokjin, Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook will be popping up everywhere to advertise the latest BTS bash.

Sighing, I figure that the chances of actually bumping into them at the bar will be slim, given that it will most likely be super crowded and I can easily blend in.

I turn to Jenni as we keep walking towards our next classes, “Yeah, I’ll go to Hannigan’s. Are you going to come over to get ready at our place?”

Luna and I had moved into a cute little off-campus apartment over the summer. As it turned out, it’s cheaper to live off-campus than on-campus if you look hard enough. We also had it pretty good location-wise being just a few short blocks from both campus and downtown.

“Yes!” Jenni replies, slowing to a stop out front of the science building, “I’ll be over around 8 with tequila. I’ll text you later. I’ve got to go to neuro-psych lab now,” she rolls her eyes, “Hopefully we won’t be kept the whole time.”

Waving, we part ways, and I shake my head.

Tequila never leads to anything good.

Hannigan’s – 10:54pm

Fate seems to be on my side for once in my life. As soon as Luna, Jenni and I walk into Hannigan’s, my eyes are drawn to the back table where the BTS usually sits. It’s empty.

It’s practically an unspoken rule that no one else can sit there, and even though the bar is packed with all other tables accounted for, that one remains vacant – and for good reason.

Greek life essentially has a cult following around here. The Greeks provide status for those who are into that whole exclusivity thing. They also provide the best parties because of the size of their houses and because the university will never complain about one of their best sources of revenue.

I didn’t to rush a sorority way back in freshman year because I couldn’t feasibly afford it. The dues were way out of my price range, considering I was already paying for my education on my own. Luna, on the other hand, is in Epsilon Xi Delta (EXID) and consistently makes me and Jenni tag along to different Greek parties with her.

"Come on, bitches! Let's get some drinks," Jenni drags me and Luna through the packed room towards the bar that is already encircled by a crowd of thirsty students.

Tonight’s plan is simple – stick together, have fun, scope out cute seniors. Having already taken some shots before we left (saving that coin), we’re definitely feeling ourselves, flaunting our outfits like we didn’t spend a good hour picking them out earlier.

I had settled on a black t-shirt dress with a checkered flannel tied around the waist and some black Doc Martens. Luna and Jenni had tried to convince me to wear heels with them, but I knew syllabus week was a marathon – not a sprint. My feet would thank me later, and theirs would be crying.

As the bartender slides us our beers, the opening beats of Cocky AF by our badass queen Megan Thee Stallion blast through the speakers dispersed throughout the bar. Turning immediately to each other, we clink our beers together, take a sip, and head to the makeshift dance floor.

We squeeze and push our way through the masses until we reach a spot towards the back where the crowd has thinned out a little more. Within seconds, we’re in motion, hips swaying in time to Megan saying ‘bitch, I look good and you know that’.

Shaking out my hair, I get in the zone and lose count of how many songs we dance to. Eventually, our beers empty and Luna turns to me, “Another?" She accompanies her shouted question with an unnecessary charade of shot-gunning a beer in case I couldn’t hear her. I roll my eyes, laughing while I nod in response.

“Save our spot!” Jenni yells and disappears into the crowd of dancers with Luna towards the bar.

I continue dancing on my own. Swaying my hips, I decide to put my hair up to try to cool off a little in the sweltering bar. The music shifts into a new song, this one slower, more seductive, a favorite of mine – Lost in the Fire featuring The Weeknd.

As Abel’s angelic voice flows over me, a pair of hands slide over my hips from behind me. I start to pull away, but then I notice – the hands are tattooed. And for some reason, that hot little fact makes me relax into the large body behind me.

Those tattooed hands tug me back even more, bringing me flush against him as he falls into time with my movements. God, this guy can dance – a rarity these days.

His body is all hard muscle and heated skin. His mouth is hot against my neck, alternating between kissing, sucking, and biting. My skin buzzes. Fuck, I haven’t felt this way since–

Turning my head slightly, I can make out the vague outline him and it confirms my sinking suspicion... He’s a BTS boy.

"Hey, noona," he murmurs in my ear, his lips brushing over it as he speaks.

Fuck my life, I think as I shiver involuntarily in response. Spinning to face one of Satan’s henchmen, I toss my ponytail over my shoulder and jut a hip out in both defiance and defense. But really nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Jeon fucking Jungkook, the golden boy of BTS.

He somehow looks like he’s gotten even bigger since the last I saw him playing pong against Taehyung at that party – information that I cannot even comprehend. His left arm is completely tattooed, along with a few smaller ones dotting his hands. I glare at them, blaming those hands for throwing me off.

“Like them?” Jungkook waves his fingers in front of my narrowed eyes, “I got them this summer.” Smirking lazily, Jungkook makes his own perusal of me – taking extra time along the way.

His jaw flexes as his eyes turn molten, “You’re killing me, noona. Tae didn’t mention…” He trails off, swallowing hard.

I follow his gaze. Oh fuck. I had forgotten I decided to forego a regular bra tonight because I wanted to show off my piercings. Just having a thin bralette under my dress, my pierced nipples are definitely noticeable under Jungkook’s heavy stare.

Refusing to give into him, I square my shoulders, “Yeah, I got them this summer, too. But, I don’t see how that’s either your or Taehyung’s business.”

At my words, Jungkook rips his eyes away from my tits to finally meet my own eyes again, “Oh, but it really is our business. Tae said we’d like you and I agree.”

His voice is low and rough, and I swear I can feel it washing over my body, making all of my synapses fire in response.

“We?” I choked out. In full panic mode, I spin and try to leave, but I barely make it a foot away before getting stopped by a now-familiar tattooed hand wrapped around my wrist.

Luckily, a crashing sound echoes from the back table where the other BTS boys must be, and Jungkook lets out a string of curses, “Fucking hell, listen I have to go make sure no one’s hurt, or Joon will kill me. Stay here, okay? I’m not done with you, (y/n).”

His hand rushes up to the nape of my neck, pulling me into him. Our lips fuse together in a brutally hot kiss, his tongue slipping against my bottom lip for a fraction of a second.

And then he’s gone – disappearing rapidly through the fray to manage whatever trouble his frat has gotten into.

I stand there, shaking fingers on my lips wondering what the actual fuck just happened.

“Hey, sorry we took so long! This bitch cut in front of us and I swear she ordered for the entire fucking population of North America—”

Luna smacks Jenni’s arm, cutting her off, “You okay, (y/n)?” Luna peers closer at me, “Holy shit, is that a hickey? We were only gone for 10 minutes!”

My hand flies to my neck as both Jenni and Luna grab me, dragging me to the slightly quieter back alley of the bar. As they conduct the second Spanish Inquisition, I spill the details on what happened.

After a moment of silence following my explanation, they both start talking at once:

→ Jenni: “Hell yes, girl, go off! Jeon Jungkook is fine as fuck…” → Luna: “(y/f/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n), have you lost your damn mind…”

→ Jenni: “…I’d hit that in a heartbeat. I’m so proud!” → Luna: “…Do you not remember last semester? Are you high? Oh my GOD, did he drug you?!”

“Stop!” I slap a hand over each of their mouths, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you guys are impossible. I am not ‘hitting’ anything, and, no, he did not fucking drug me.”

Sighing, I continue, “It was a lapse in judgement, okay? I remember last semester more than anyone, but he’s just so powerful and I don’t seem to have any common sense around BTS.”

I take my hands away from their mouths and immediately Jenni asks, “Wait, what happened last semester?”

Luna slings an arm around my shoulder, “Come on, let’s go get pizza and a six-pack from Ralph’s. We can go out another night this week.”

“Take-out from Ralph’s?” Jenni’s eyes widen comically, “This must be major tea. Let’s go.”

Instinctively, we clink our beers together for the second time that night and chug the remainder of our bottles in true broke bitch fashion (never leave paid-for beer behind).

With that, we trek back through the door and out of the bar. We finish our night filling in Jenni with our less than savory experience with the infamous BTS fraternity last semester.

But, as I lay in bed for the night, I can’t help but wonder if Jungkook had looked for me that night after I left… Or if he told Taehyung...

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Better ♠ Rafe Cameron ♠

request - hi! um this is oddly specific but i had this idea so... can you possibly do an imagine where rafe and the reader are dating and rafe is like super super sweet (and she makes him a better person🥺), but the reader is also jjs sister and he gets really mad when he finds out about the relationship bc he is really protective of her, but at a party or something a touron messes with the reader and rafe sticks up for her so jj starts to come around to the idea of their relationship

thank you so much for the request @abbyobx. It’s such a cute idea and I love it! Also, this is my second Rafe fic of the day and I can’t say I’m disappointed. I hope this lives up to your expectations!

word count - 5.3k warnings - mentions of suicide, mentions of violence and verbal abuse, there’s some almost assault depictions but it doesn’t go very far

~~~

You fell back against the bed, sweat beading across your forehead.

“Damn, Cameron,” you groaned. “You really know what makes a girl happy.”

Rafe Cameron stood in the doorway, a bowl of ice cream in his hands. With a smile, he walked over to you and sat by your side on his bed. You sat up, reaching out to take the bowl in his hands, but he moved it away. You narrowed your eyes at him as he took a large bite of the ice cream.

“You want some?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You reached forward, bypassing the ice cream bowl to grab a fist full of his shirt and pull him closer to you. Rafe smiled, prepared for a kiss, but you stopped just a breath away from his lips.

“Give me that damn ice cream,” you whispered. He passed the bowl off to you, more concerned with your lips than teasing you any longer. You smiled and bit your lip, feeling the cool ice cream through the ceramic bowl. It was a welcome relief against the humidity that bore down on you.

You turned away from your boyfriend, gleefully putting a spoonful of chocolate ice cream into your mouth. Rafe leaned over and pressed his lips against your bare neck.

“Babe,” you whined. “It’s too hot.”

Despite your protesting, you titled your head to the side, exposing more of your skin. Rafe accepted the invitation, his teeth grazing against your neck. You lifted another bite of ice cream to your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut. He put his hand gently around your neck, pulling you in closer. Your stomach flipped and fluttered as he nipped at your skin.

“Were you trying to bribe me with ice cream?” You asked, blindly moving to set the bowl on the night stand.

“Maybe.” His warm breath made you dizzy. With the bowl out of your hands, you turned toward him, catching his lips in yours. The two of you both smiled. Your heart pounded, tugging him closer by his shirt. His thumb brushed against your neck, sending ripples of trembles through your body

There were two men who had ever wrapped their hands around your throat. The first was your dad. Luke Maybank was level A asshole and when he got angry, well, sometimes things got out of control. It wasn’t a memory you liked to call upon often.

But the second was Rafe Cameron. And it was completely different. He was always gentle and his hand was never there to control you or make you feel unsafe or hurt you. If anything, it made you feel a thousand times more safe and cared for.

“I have to go,” you murmured when he pulled away for a single breath of air. Instead of responding, Rafe kissed you again. He took your breath away, even when he wasn’t kissing you like a mad man. He tasted like the ice cream you had just been craving seconds ago, which now sat forgotten and melting on the night stand. With his one hand caressing your neck and his lips working against yours, you were puddy to his touch. You were melting almost as fast as the ice cream was.

He pulled gently on your lower lip with his teeth and that was a sure sign of what he wanted. You were more often willing to give him exactly what he wanted because it was what you wanted too.

You knew the role you played in getting him clean. It wasn’t something you boasted about because the work was all him, but you were there to lend a helping hand. You saw him on the days when withdrawal made him puke all over the floor, the days when he wanted to scream and rage and burn down the entire town, the days when he just wanted to cry, the days he wanted nothing more than to just die. You had been there through it all and now that he was free from it, you wanted to give him everything he asked for.

When he needed you like he did now, you had trouble walking away. Especially when the butterflies in your stomach were restless and you wanted him just as badly.

But, you were meeting with your brother to go surfing today and he would worry if you were late.

“I have to go,” you said again with a sigh. Rafe pulled away and let his hand fall against yours, a soft smile on his face. You watched his eyes carefully, knowing full well that he had the intention of asking you something. “What?”

Rafe dropped his head, letting out a heavy breath. When he looked back up at you, he wasn’t smiling.

“You still haven’t told him about us, have you?”

You grimaced, turning your face away from his. He gave your hand a small squeeze even as you looked away.

“Rafe....” You trailed off. Just imagining how your brother would react to you dating Rafe made you nervous. He wasn’t anything like your dad, but when he got angry, his explosions were just as dangerous. “JJ has never liked the idea of me being with anyone. If I tell him that we’re together-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Rafe sat back, laying himself flat against his bed. You fiddled with your fingers for moment.

You wanted to tell your brother. He was your best friend, your rock, your favorite person on the planet. And you didn’t want being with Rafe to come between that. There was a fear deep in your stomach that, if you told JJ about your relationship, you would drive a wedge between the two of you. But not telling him was putting pressure on your relationship with Rafe and that was something you couldn’t risk.

“I’ll tell him,” you said with a tone of finality. Rafe turned his head to look at you with his eyebrows raised. Throwing the blankets off of you and clambering off of Rafe’s enormous bed, you nodded your head. “I’ll tell him today.”

“Babe, you don’t have to,” he said, pushing himself up onto an elbow. “I know why you don’t.”

You shook your head as you pulled your jeans on, hopping back and forth on each leg.

“He deserves to know,” you said. “And you deserve better.”

Throwing a t-shirt on over your head, you walked around to the other side of the bed. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss against Rafe’s forehead.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at that party?” He asked, putting a hand on your arm. You smiled and gave a short nod.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” You turned toward his door, pulling your hair up into a ponytail.

“Call me!” He called after you. You trotted down the stairs, walking through the kitchen on your way out.

“Hey, Y/N!” a voice called to you from the dining table. You turned and smiled at Rafe’s younger sister.

“Hey, Wheez,” you said. “How’s your morning?”

“Good,” the girl replied with a smile. “Heading home?”

You shrugged and let out a sigh.

“Unfortunately.”

“Next time you come over, maybe we could play pool,” Wheezie said. You laughed.

“You’ll have to take that up with Rafe,” you said. Wheezie rolled her eyes and turned back to her cereal. “See ya, Wheez.”

“Bye!”

You walked toward your car, twirling your key ring around your finger, humming quietly to yourself. You passed Sarah on her way inside. Looking up, you saw John B’s van pulling out of the driveway. Sarah’s eyes were drooping, her hair a wild mess.

“Have fun last night, Sar?” You asked her with a laugh. She looked up at you, finally realizing you were there. She tried to smile, but she looked downright exhausted.

“Goodnight,” she mumbled, shuffling toward her front door. You laughed quietly to yourself before sliding into the front seat of your car.

Your smile didn’t fade even as you pulled up to your house. The stark contrast between the Cameron abode and your own was seared into your mind. You couldn’t help but think about it. No one wanted to live in a run down trailer park in the worst part of town. Yet, here you were.

You walked inside, a skip in your step.

“Where’ve you been?” Luke asked from the couch. His eyes were half closed, a beer bottle in his grip. Your smile fell at the sight of him, heart dropping into your stomach.

“I was out,” you said, one hand still on the door.

“No shit.”

“JJ in?” You asked him, not wanting to talk to your father about where exactly you were. If you thought telling JJ you were dating Rafe Cameron was bad, you couldn’t imagine the hell that Luke would put you through if he knew.

Luke grumbled and pointed toward the back of the house where JJ’s room was.

“Thanks, Dad.”

Knocking on JJ’s door, you poked your head inside. He scrambled to hide a joint behind his back, but you just rolled your eyes.

“You ready to go?” you asked him.

“Um, yeah, definitely. Let me just-” He rolled out of bed and threw on a new shirt. “Okay. Let’s go.”

By the time the two of you walked out to the living room, Luke was passed out. Both you and JJ pretended not to notice as you walked toward your car.

“So, where were you?” JJ asked as the two of you hopped into your car. You shrugged, shoving the key into the ignition.

“Friend’s house.”

“Which friend?”

“There’s no need for an interrogation.” You laughed, pulling out on to the road. But JJ raised his eyebrows, meaning he wasn’t going to drop it until you answered his question. “I was with Jen.”

“Jen?”

“Yes, Jen.”

JJ narrowed his eyes, clearly suspicious, but he settled into his seat and let you drive without any further questions. That is, until he took a longer look at your neck.

“What the hell are those?”

JJ’s raised voice startled you so badly, you nearly swerved off the road.

“What the hell, JJ?” You asked, correcting your car driving straight once again.

“Are those hickies?” JJ leaned closer, his eyes wide. You waved your hand in front of him, trying to bat him away before he could look any closer.

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m crazy?”

“Yes!”

“Y/N, I know a hickey when I see one! I deal them out on the daily.” You narrowed your eyes at your brother. “Who the hell is giving you hickies?”

“None of your damn business,” you grumbled, turning toward the beach.

“None of my-” He sounded baffled. “I thought we had a no secrets rule.”

“No, you have a no secrets rule with the Pogues,” you said with a little bit of a sneer.

“Jen’s house, huh?” He asked, glaring at you. “Listen, if you’re banging Jen, I don’t care, I just-”

You slammed your foot on the brake, pulling off the side of the road. You turned to look at JJ with an angry sigh. He met your eyes with just as much irritation and crossed his arms.

“I’m not banging Jen,” you said through your teeth. “I’ve been seeing someone.”

JJ scowled.

“Seeing? As in, more than once for a long period of time?”

“As in dating, JJ,” you said, your frustration starting to boil over. “I know that’s hard for you to comprehend since you have a commitment issue-”

“I don’t have a commitment issue.”

“When was the last time you kept a girl around for more than a week, huh?”

“Why are we talking about me now?” JJ leaned back against the door. “Who’s the guy? I swear, if you tell me it’s Pope-”

“Rafe.” His name came from your lips before you could hold them back.

Your heart froze in your chest as a coldness passed over JJ’s face. You knew that look. When JJ was angry, he got loud. When he was furious, he was dead silent. That was a hundred times worse. Arms still crossed, you watched every muscle in his body tense as he mulled over what you had just said. He looked at you with serpent like eyes, a gaze that you wanted to be as far away from as possible.

“What?”

“You heard me.” You didn’t want to say it again. You weren’t sure if you could.

In one fluid movement, JJ pulled the door open and jumped out.

“Get back in the car.” He started to walk away without even closing your door. Passive aggressive prick. “JJ, get back in the damn car!”

“No!” He kept walking. Cursing quietly to yourself, you shoved your door open and followed after him.

“Stop being a fucking baby and talk to me!” You yelled after him. He whirled around, his face tense with rage.

“You want to talk?” He asked. “Let’s talk. Let’s talk about the fact that you’re fucking Rafe Cameron, who, as you may remember, has been tormenting all of us for years.”

“We’re not....” You trailed off, crossing your arms to hide the fact that you were shaking.

“You’re not what? You’re not banging him?”

“No!” The memory of last night popped into your head and you felt your cheeks redden. “Well, yes, but that’s besides the point.”

“That’s exactly the point!” JJ threw a hand in the air. “He’s a dickhead, Y/N, you know that.”

“Yeah, he can be a prick sometimes, but he’s not that same guy you knew last year,” you tried but JJ just scoffed. “He’s changed.”

“Don’t tell me you actually believe that!” JJ narrowed his eyes. “You’re not safe with him.”

“You don’t get to tell me when and where and with whom I am safe, JJ,” you said, your voice shaking.

“He attacked Pope, Y/N!”

“Last year! And he apologized for it, sincerely. He’s not that guy anymore.”

JJ put his hands on his hips. When he looked back at you, you could tell that he wasn’t backing down.

“You really think he’s better?” You nodded your head vehemently at his question. But he just scoffed. “God, you’re so stupid.”

You went frigid and straightened your back, a sudden sting of tears pricking your eyes.

“What did you say?” Your voice was quiet, almost breathless. JJ’s anger faded quickly into shock and then regret.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean-”

“Yeah, you did.” Sucking in a deep breath of air through your nose, you turned your face away from your brother. “Call me when you want to have a civil conversation.”

You turned away from him before he could see a tear fall from your eye.

“Y/N, wait,” he called after you. “Damn it, I didn’t mean it!”

You slammed the passenger door shut before climbing back inside, slamming yours just as hard. You pulled back onto the road, not listening to your brother as he called after you.

Stupid. It was a school yard taunt, so trivial, so small. Everyone used it daily to describe any number of things. There was no reason it should make you so upset.

But it was the one word your dad always used when he wanted to hurt you. And JJ knew that.

Your hair looks stupid. Your friends are stupid. These are your grades? God, you’re so stupid. That’s why your mom left, she didn’t want to have to deal with your stupid ass. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!

“Damn it!” You shouted, pounding a fist against the wheel in an attempt to get the memories to fade. You plucked your phone out of the cup holder and lifted it to your ear. But you didn’t know who to call. You always called JJ when you needed someone.

It took a lot to make you cry these days. You’d been desensitized to most things for a long time. But there were three things that still cut so deep that tears would flow whether you wanted them to or not; seeing your brother get hurt, listening to Rafe cry, and being called stupid.

It was more than just your dad. You never told JJ, but there were kids in your class that used to call you stupid. It had taken years for your teachers to realize that you weren’t exactly like the other kids and that there was a very real reason why you couldn’t read or write at the same level as everyone else. When you were moved into a Special Ed class during your third period, the word stupid was thrown around more than you would care to admit.

You couldn’t tell JJ because he would have literally fought the entire school if he knew. You knew he didn’t mean it, that he was just angry, but hearing that word come from his mouth hurt more than hearing it from your dad or the other students ever could.

By the time you could see past your tears, you found yourself back where you had started that morning. There was a spot left at the Cameron residence just for you and, without thinking, you had pulled right into it.

Still sniffling with a few stray tears running from your eyes, you walked up to the front door of the house. You couldn’t remember the last time you knocked, but now you felt like you had to.

Luckily, it was Rafe who opened the door. At the sight of your downcast eyes and your tears, he let out a heavy sigh.

“Can I come in?” You asked, voice weak.

“Didn’t go well with JJ, did it?” You gave your head a small shake. “Come here.”

Rafe reached forward and put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you toward him. Once in his arms, you were finally able to let out a steady breath. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his chest.

“He’ll come around,” Rafe whispered in your ear. “I am kinda the last guy anyone would want their sister dating.”

You pulled away from him, ignoring the fact that he was laughing quietly. Scowling, you put your hand on his face.

“Don’t say that,” you told him. He softened, leaning down to kiss you.

“Y/N!” An excited Wheezie called from behind Rafe. He turned around suddenly and you looked past him at his little sister. “You wanna play pool?”

You smiled, wiping the remainder of your tears away.

“I would love to.”

***

You let out a short breath. Rafe dropped his hand over yours as you stared out onto the beach.

“You don’t have to walk in with me. I can-”

“No,” you told Rafe, shaking your head from the passenger seat of his jeep. “No, I’m not scared of them or what they think. If they don’t accept you, they don’t accept me.”

You word was final. When you had this tone of voice, Rafe knew better than to argue.

“Okay.”

“Alright.” You nodded your head a few times. “I need a drink.”

You unbuckled and climbed out of his car. Rafe followed after you. You reached out to take his hand, but he flinched away.

“Now who’s embarrassed of who?” You teased.

Both you and Rafe had your full share of conversations about embarrassment. You were worried that his Kook friends wouldn’t accept you as a pogue. He was worried that all you friends would hate him because of his past actions. But it had been decided that it didn’t matter either way. If his friends didn’t like you, he didn’t want them. And if your friends didn’t accept him, you weren’t willing to hang out with people who despised growth or change. It was a mutual understanding, but Rafe still struggled to feel deserving.

He watched the party for a few moments, the same haunted look in his eyes that you had just a moment ago. But then he turned to you with a smile and reached out, lacing his fingers through yours. A grin spread across your face.

There were definitely a few stares from all three sides of the party as you walked up with Rafe. Even though you had been together for a few months, neither of you had officially come out and say “hey, yeah, we’re dating”, so for many, it came as a shock to see you holding hands.

The Kooks stared you down, especially the girls. Half of them had already slept with Rafe and the other half were still waiting to get their shot at him. The pogues watched Rafe with a steady glare as the two of you made your way for the keg. John B and Sarah, the only two who knew about your relationship, were there waiting with smiles.

“This is awkward,” John B said to you through his teeth as he handed you a cup. You raised your brows as you took a sip. “You told JJ.”

You nodded, swallowing the beer along with a lump in your throat.

“Yup.”

“He didn’t take it well.”

“Nope.”

John B sighed and gave Rafe a beer.

“He’ll get over it,” he assured you. “But you might want to talk to him.”

“I’ll talk to him once he stops acting like a fucking douche,” you said, taking another long drink.

“Valid.”

“Hey, babe?” Rafe said, his eyes drifting off. “I’ve got to go talk to some of my friends real quick. You’ll be good?”

You nodded and let go of his hand with a smile.

“Course. Have fun gossiping.”

He rolled his eyes at you and walked toward his small group of friends. You tried not to look at them, but you couldn’t help. As they glanced back at you, you felt yourself fidgeting.

“You wanna dance?” You asked Sarah. She nodded her head, eyes going wide.

“God, yes.”

By the time you stumbled off of the dance floor to grab another drink an hour later, Rafe was still talking to his friends. It made you nervous, but you pushed the feeling away. He was his own person and you were yours.

So you took your beer and walked over to where the tourons were all crowding together. You caught sight of your brother with an unfamiliar girl under each arm. They clung to his every word. You rolled your eyes and walked up to the first girl you came upon with a smile. In your experience, the tourons flocked together like sardines. All it took was a shark swimming right through to break them up and get them to let loose. That shark was usually you.

You chatted with the first girl for a few minutes, meeting a few of her friends. By the time you were finished with them, they were ready to mingle with some of the pogues. Turning to find your next target, you were startled when you found someone standing right behind you.

“Oh, hi!” You said with a laugh, looking up.

“Sorry about that,” the boy standing in front of you said. “Thought I could sneak past.”

You waved off his apology and gave him a smile.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, offering him a hand to shake. A lopsided grin grew on his face and you felt your stomach turn. You’d been with enough guys to read exactly was going on in his mind.

“Conner.”

“Well, Conner,” you said, pulling your hand away from his when he lingered for too long. “I’ve got to go find my boyfriend before he does something stupid.”

You tried to step around him, but he moved into your way. Your smile faltered and then fell.

“That guy you came in with?” He asked, his eyes raking your body. It had made you uncomfortable enough before you had a boyfriend, but the whole wandering eye thing was ten times worse now. “Doesn’t seem like a lot of people like him very much.”

“Yeah, well, I like him, so-”

“Come on,” Conner said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You talked to those girl for a good while. Why don’t you give me a few minutes too?”

“Dude, back off,” a voice said. You turned around to find Pope standing behind you, his arms crossed. You grinned at the sight of your brother’s best friend. With Pope there and a few more eyes watching than before, Conner scoffed and turned to walk away from you.

“Thanks, Pope,” you said, letting out a sigh. “It’s definitely much appreciated.”

Pope bumped his shoulder against yours.

“Pogues watch out for Pogues, right?”

You smiled and nodded your head.

“Yeah, they do.” You looked up, feeling the need to be alone for a few minutes. “Hey, I’ve gotta run to my car real quick. Thank you again, really.”

“No problem, Y/N.” Pope gave you one last smile before walking over to where Kie was talking to a touron.

You breathed deeply a few times before starting the short journey back to Rafe’s jeep. Looking around, you lost sight of him and your stomach dropping. You trusted him not to fall back into his previous lifestyle, but that nervous feeling still wouldn’t go away. Besides, you really wanted a hug.

You were a few yards away from his car, mostly out of sight of the party, when you felt someone grab you from behind. There was no time to react before you were slammed up against a tree, a hand over your mouth.

And there was Conner, staring down at you, a horrible glint in his eye. You struggled against his grip, glaring daggers into his skull, but he was stronger than you were.

You really must be stupid to get yourself in this situation. Walking away from the group right after meeting this creep was probably the worst thing you could have done. You tried to lift your knee to kick him in the nads like JJ had taught you, but Conner pushed you back, making it impossible to move.

“You don’t get to say no to me,” he hissed in your ear. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Maybe it was an adrenaline response, but it was the only thing that you could find to do to keep yourself from freaking out completely.

He was still trying to figure out how to move his hand without giving up his advantage or letting your mouth go when you heard your name being called.

JJ.

He was looking for you. He knew you weren’t where you were supposed to be. He would find you, you just had to give him time. Starting to struggle harder against Conner’s grip, you felt fear leave your system. Your brother was coming, you were going to be okay.

“Y/N!” From the anger in your brother’s voice, you knew he had found you. You resisted the urge to smile. But it wasn’t JJ who reached you first.

Conner was torn away from you and you heard him cry out as he hit the ground with a painful thud. You toppled to the ground, not prepared to have to stand on your own. Rafe stood there, towering over Conner, chest heaving with rage. You knew that if you didn’t take control of the situation, Rafe would murder the boy who cowered at his feet. You pushed yourself upward and ran to your boyfriend, jumping between him and Conner.

“It’s okay,” you said, putting a hand up.

“He attacked you!” Rafe shouted. You heard Conner whimper.

“I’m okay,” you told him, trying to smile. You took a step closer, watching Rafe’s muscles tense. “See? I’m okay.”

Rafe finally tore his cold hard gaze from Conner and looked at you. You gave him a small, reassuring smile and he softened instantly.

“God,” he breathed. He put a hand behind your neck and pulled you toward him, enveloping you in his arms. Your heart still pounded from the adrenaline, but you felt safe standing there in his arms. You heard Conner stagger to his feet and stumble away through the woods.

“Y/N?”

You pulled away from Rafe suddenly. Standing behind him was JJ. He was breathing heavily, glancing between you, Rafe, and the direction Conner had bolted. His eyes were wide. He must have seen everything that had just happened.

“I’m fine,” you told him, taking the smallest step away from Rafe. “Promise.”

JJ started toward you and for a moment you were afraid that he was going to yell at you again. But, when he reached you, he pulled you into a tight hug. You let out a strangled gasp of relief, embracing him back almost instantly.

“I’m sorry I called you stupid,” he whispered. “You’re not stupid.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered right back, holding him tighter. He pulled away from you, putting a hand on your face and looking into your eyes as if double checking to make sure you were really alright. Then he turned to Rafe and cleared his throat.

“Thanks, uh, thanks, man,” he said, giving Rafe a small nod. “Glad you were there to watch out for my sister.”

Rafe glanced at you and you smiled.

“Always,” he said and looked back at JJ.

“Do my mind if I steal her away for a moment?” JJ asked. You turned to look at your brother with an astonished look in your eye. Was that really JJ Maybank asking someone else for permission to do something?

“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?” You teased, a playful smile pulling at your lips. JJ rolled his eyes, still trying to look like the macho big brother, even if he was younger than you.

“I’ll be by the car,” Rafe told you and walked away.

Once he was gone, you and JJ fell silent. You plucked up the courage to speak first.

“JJ-”

“No, wait,” he said, holding up his hands. “I really think I need to say something.”

“Go ahead.”

“You’re your own person, Y/N. You can do what you want with whoever you want.”

“Thanks for the permission, J.”

“I just mean to say-” He dropped his hands onto your shoulders. “If you’re happy with him then it doesn’t matter how much I hate his guts. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

You felt a smug smile tug at your lips.

“That was so full of cheese.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. I’m trying to be supportive here.”

“Sorry, my bad.”

The two of you laughed for a few moments before you realized that JJ hadn’t finished what he wanted to say.

“Does he treat you like you had always hoped for?” He asked you, a serious tone in his voice.

“Better,” you replied, feeling yourself smile.

“Then he’s got my stamp of approval.”

You grinned and threw your arms around his neck. Clearly, you didn’t need his permission to date Rafe, you would do it anyway. But knowing that he was at least okay with you dating him was enough.

“But we’ve gotta have some ground rules,” JJ said and you rolled your eyes.

“Of course.”

“First, I don’t want to see you guys macking ever. And I mean ever. Two, he doesn’t come around the house. We gotta keep this as far from Dad as possible and I don’t want Rafe to find my stash. Third, if I ever hear even a word about what happens between you behind closed doors-”

“God, JJ, you were doing so well,” you groaned, shoving him backward lightly. “I agree to your rules.”

“Good. Now go on.” He nodded his head toward Rafe’s jeep. With a giddy laugh, you turned and started to run.

“Be safe!” JJ called after you. “Always use protection!”

You shot him the middle finger without looking back. Jumping into Rafe’s passenger seat, nothing was going to break the grin that was on your face.

“I take it that went well?” Rafe said. You turned toward him a pressed your lips to his. When you pulled back and settled into your seat, Rafe was still half in shock.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” You asked him. He smiled at you as you nearly bounced around in your seat.

“Hell yeah.”

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closedafterdark · 4 years ago

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Author-Nim if request are open may I request a scenario where mommy Irene takes you as a plus one to a party. Irene had to go somewhere and she left you alone. Suddenly, Jennie walks up to you and starts flirting with you and she ends up touching your crotch. Next thing you know Irene comes from behind and whispers in your ear “I bet you think your acting real cute letting Jennie put her hands over you” she takes you outside and fucks you in front of Jennie

Tonight is the annual celebration dinner for Red Velvet Company. An entire hotel was rented out, much to the annoyance of customers who booked hotel rooms in advance. A sea of upper high class people filled the ballroom, drinking rather expensive wine and talking about golf.

You sighed, standing next to the h’dourves table as you sipped the terrible tasting wine. You felt out of place, black suit and tie dinners were never your forte. Not to mention you were only a guest here, a plus one to your girlfriend and CEO of the company, Bae Joohyun.

“Why the sad face?”

The lovingly soft voice causes you to turn around. You smiled as you saw your girlfriend standing before you. She wore a beautiful red, strapless dress that complimented her milky white skin. Her hair was neatly parted in the middle, not a single bang on her forehead out of place. You were always mesmerized by how beautiful she looked, often times feeling inferior to the beauty that called you her own. She smiled as she saw you admiring her and gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Mind telling me why my loving boyfriend is standing next to appetizers by himself?” Joohyun softly asks. She was never one to raise her voice when it was just the two of you.

“I’m sorry, honey. You know I’m never good with these kinds of things” you said.

“I understand. To tell you the truth, I don’t really care for them either” she said, pouting at you. “I’m sorry I had to drag you along to this”

“Babe, don’t be sorry. If anything it should be me who’s apologizing. I’m bringing down the whole mood”

Her large glassy orbs shined brightly, staring at you as her beautiful smile melted all of your troubles away. You both stared at each other, as you bring her hand and caress her cheek softly, pinching it. She laughs and licks her lips, planting her extremely soft lips against yours. The two of you don’t care that it was a public area, exchanging in a passionate and tender kiss. Joohyun moans as your hands caress her exposed back and make their way down to her extremely soft bottom. She pulls you even closer, her tiny right hand making a fist as she hits your chest for caressing her ass while you two were in public.

You both pull away from each other after several minutes, smiling as you push your forehead onto hers softly. Both of you try to catch your breath as you look lovingly into each other’s eyes.

“I love you” Joohyun said.

“I love you too, wife” you replied. You recently started calling Joohyun that, causing her to always giggle as she felt so loved by you. You gave her several more kisses before squeezing her butt softly once more.

She hit your chest as she asked for one more kiss and told you she was going to go to the restroom to freshen up.

You smiled, watching her walk away as her cute butt could be seen through her dress.

“Quite the show you put on just now”

You turned around and saw a woman slightly taller than Joohyun looking at you, her cat eyes seductively alluring. She had nice hips and equally nicer thighs, her outfit a bit more revealing than what others wore. You were happy to see someone else who was familiar to you.

“Hi, Jen. What’s up?”

“Joohyun’s pretty hot” she said, approaching you slowly. “But what’s such a handsome guy like you doing with an old hag like her”

“That’s not cool to talk about my girlfriend that way, Jen”

“I’m just saying” she said as she grabs the knot of your tie and fixes it. “You need a younger pussy to satisfy you”

“Oh yeah?” you asked.

“Yeah” she replied in a dangerously seductive tone. Jennie’s accent always came out whenever she spoke naughtily. “I have a little something planned for you tonight”

“And what might that be?” you said, both of your faces close together as you inhaled Jennie’s intoxicating scent.

Jennie smiles as she plants a kiss on your lips before grabbing the back of your head and whispers into your ear. Your eyes widen as words leave her mouth and begin to process in your brain.

Jennie smiles as she takes your lips once more, her hands roaming your back as you smack her ass hard. She yelps in surprise, causing her to bite your lower lip. You break the connection between you two as Jennie sees your expression.

“I take it you accept my proposition?”

You nod, still stunned. Jennie grins as she takes your hand in hers and brings you outside the ballroom area. She leads you past the various security members assigned to the event until you both find a private bathroom with two stalls.

The moment you lock the door, Jennie captures your lips once more. Her kisses were more aggressive than Joohyun’s, sloppy and full of lust. She takes control by sliding her tongue inside your lips. Your hands find their way back onto her waist, as they naughtily roam every part of her body. You found Jennie’s hips were much wider than Joohyun’s, as your hands return back to their previous location in the ballroom: her bottom. You unbutton her extremely short shorts and massage them, causing Jennie to moan as your cold hands contrast her warm skin.

Jennie’s hands are now around your neck, kissing you hungrily before they find the buttons of your shirt and begin to remove them. When she finally unbuttons the last one, her kisses plant a trail onto your neck as you see your body be marked by her bright red lips. You remove your shirt and tie as she continues to kiss your chest until she finds her way to your abs. She looks at you with lust, smirking as she drops to her knees and finds your bulge in front of her face.

Jennie bites on your tip through the cloth fabric, causing you to moan as she unbuttons your slacks, already having unbuckled them in the ballroom. With one swift motion, she pulls your slacks and boxers down as your throbbing erection hits her cheek. She giggles, as she grasps ahold of your base and licks your tip. You let out a soft moan as you leaned your head back. Jennie’s hands were cold, which felt wonderful on your warm cock. You felt shivers down your spine as you looked down at your former booty call, pure joy and excitement seen on her face as she lathers your cock generously with her spit.

She strokes you in a delightful rhythm, getting aroused from hearing your cock be wet with her spit as well as your moans of satisfaction. She continues as her mouth kisses your balls, making sure they were sloppy before taking each individually in her warm and wet mouth. You let out a longer moan, as she sucked your balls one at a time. Her suction of them was your favorite thing she did to you, hearing the beautiful sound of them being released from her mouth with a loud pop. She moaned as she cupped your scrotum.

“These balls feel so heavy... and all of it just for me” she said.

You wanted to scream as Jennie’s mouth returned to your balls, taking both of them inside her mouth simultaneously. You started to feel lightheaded, forgetting about Joohyun as you watched an old flame give you oral that kept you up at night sometimes. She releases your sack, both of you gasping for air.

She smiles, kissing your tip as she only takes a few seconds to rest before dragging her tongue from the underside of your scrotum to your cock tip. Jennie knew what you liked, flattening her tongue as much as possible while she drew long licks. After several times of doing so, she reaches the tip. Giving you another kiss and licking up your leaking precum, she parts her lips and takes you inside her mouth.

“Holy fuck...” you moan as your cock enters Jennie’s comforting mouth. Her tongue seamlessly glides your underside as she teases you by only taking you halfway before retreating until only your tip is inside her. She looks at you and smiles with her eyes until she pushes her head down and begins slurping on your cock. You smile as inch by inch of you enters Jennie’s slutty mouth.

As you watch her, you notice the differences in techniques between her and Joohyun. Jennie forms an air tight seal on your cock, as her lips contain your shaft. She pools as much spit as possible to warm and wetten your cock. Joohyun preferred deepthroating, wanting you to facefuck her until you came in her mouth. Jennie loved teasing you, methodical in her actions of swiping her tongue across your tip and shaft. She never left your balls unattended, massaging them whenever she sucked your cock or taking them in her mouth whenever she stroked you. Joohyun never was the first to initiate ball play unless you convinced her to do so. Jennie’s blowjobs were imprinted in your memory, you missed the feeling of her mouth on you even though you were happy with Joohyun.

You failed at suppressing the loud moan that escaped your lips.

Jennie’s soft hands leave your balls and grip your thighs harshly as she began to suck your cock at a faster pace. She took you deeper into her mouth, her previously tight seal on you opening up as you felt her spit fall onto your base and balls, staining the floor. The sounds of Jennie gargling on your cock filled the restroom as you look at Jennie’s beautiful brown eyes and see her welling with excitement. She hums through a mouth full of cock, jamming you as far into her throat as she could.

You reached down and caressed her softly, she felt both of your hands on the side of her head as you rapidly force her head up and down your cock. You both maintain eye contact, as you fuck Jennie’s mouth. You loved hearing Jennie gag for you, her eyes spilling out tears of pleasure as her spit clings to her slutty mouth and chin, dripping onto her chest. Her hands remained on your thighs, digging into your skin. You feel yourself reaching a euphoric high as Jennie’s moaned loudly through your cock.

“So this is what you wanted to do...” you heard a woman’s voice say as one of the stalls open. You saw your girlfriend, a sweaty panting mess as her fingers were still inside her.

“N-noona, I...”

You were about to withdraw your cock from Jennie’s mouth as she hits your thigh and forces you to deepthroat her. You moaned as your hands instinctively grip her head and push her deeper.

“Shh. Don’t worry, baby. I’m not mad. In fact... why don’t I join and show this little slut here how mommy takes good care of you” Joohyun said as she gets on her knees next to Jennie.

“Oh, please” Jennie shot back as she regretfully withdrew her mouth from you.

“Daddy likes when his little girl is bad”

#asks #red velvet #red velvet irene #bae joohyun #blackpink smut #blackpink #jennie

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anythingandeverything1d · 4 years ago

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BFF

“(y/n)!”

“Harry!”

You turn and smile, your eyes locking on his green ones. His arms are open and a smirk plays on his lips as you sprint towards him. He carefully catches you, his arms wrapping around your neck and yours around his waist for a firm hug. You breathe in his familiar scent, and close your eyes. It had been way too long since this had last happened, causing you to squeeze a little longer than normal and take the whole scene in. “I’ve missed you.” Harry’s lips pressed into the hair on the top of your head and you looked up with a smile.

“It’s been way too long.” you agreed. “I mean what is this new look? A mustache?” You poked the top portion of his lip and raised an eyebrow.

Harry laughed and grabbed your bags. “I like it. Makes me feel older, like more mature ya know?”

“If you think that, then you’re not any more mature than you were before.” you grinned, nudging his arm and following him to the car.

“So you don’t like it?” Harry tossed your bags into the back seat and turned to look into your eyes.

“I didn’t say that.....” You crossed your arms and bit your lip, examining the look again. He had shaved pretty much everything but the mustache. His hair was longer, being pulled back with a clip. He looked older, but still like Harry. You shook your head and laughed. “You know what though? It’s definitely not my favorite look.”

Harry shook his head and grinned. “I like it.” He opened the door for you and helped you in before rushing to his side. “I just feel like I needed something. Something to represent me during these times...”

“So you decided on an ugly mustache?” you teased.

“Ouch. You know, that really hurts. I quite like the mustache.”

“You should shave it.”

“I’m not going to.”

“Please?”

“No.” Harry stuck his tongue out at you and turned back to the road.

“So where are we going anyway?” you watched him pass almost every exit you were familiar with.

“I have an interview.”

“Right now?”

“Yes. Well, technically, in like an hour.”

“So I’m going with you?”

“That was the plan unless you wanted me to drop you here on the side of the road.”

“You would never.”

Harry looked over with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Try me.”

You just laughed and shook your head. “No no....I’ll come to your interview. I want to see what you have to talk about anyway....hmm....let me guess....maybe about the album and the pain you went through to write it and-”

“I did go through pain.” Harry defensively objected.

“I know....I know...I’m just saying. She wasn’t right for you anyways.”

“Who is? You haven't liked any of the girls I’ve dated.”

You shrugged and looked out the window. You had been crushing on Harry for years, of course you hadn't done anything about it and weren't planning on doing anything about it because you didn’t want your friendship to be ruined. The crush had made liking his love interests much harder though. “I’m sure someone is out there I will like.”

Harry didn’t answer just looked at you carefully as he pulled into the studio parking lot. “Come on, time to introduce you to people.”

“Ohh my favorite part! Any cute guys?” you poked his chest and watched the frown form. Just as you hated the girls he dated, he HATED the guys you had dated. In fact, most guys you introduced to Harry thought there was something and got all defensive.

“Only me.” Harry teased as he grabbed your hand to pull your up the stairs to the set.

“I’m not sure cute is the word I would use to describe you with that mustache....”

“Oh please-” “Harry! So great to meet you, I’m Jen. I’ll be interviewing you today!” The girl walked up in a tight skirt and shirt and you rolled your eyes at her flirty remarks.

“Nice to meet you as well, this is my best friend (y/n).”

She smiled and waved but turned her attention back to Harry who was being escorted back to hair and makeup. “It’s fine, I’ll just see you after.” you grumbled, taking a seat on the couch and watching him walk away with the crowd of people. You were used to this, but it sucked. Harry would leave to go do something and you would be stuck all alone waiting....for hours at a time.. a familiar routine like this. Most times it was like he forgot you were even there, but nonetheless you loved getting to experience them and be there for support. You were watching the segments film on the tv when you saw Harry walk out. You grinned at the nervous jitters he was doing. He always moved his hands a certain way when he was a little bit nervous and it made you want to grab them and tell him to just breathe.

You watched him settle and the cameras start to roll. You were nervous for him, this lady had been asking the hard questions all day and Harry didn’t like to talk too much about personal matters.

“Alright, I’m here with the one and only, Harry Styles. Harry, thank you for coming today.”

“No, no, thank you for having me.”

“So today we are talking a little about your new album and the inspiration behind it. A lot of your songs seem to be about love and heart break, is there anything you have to add about that.”

“I think...that....when I wrote the album I was in a different place. I was going through things that everyone probably goes through, but it just felt like a low time in my life. The songs really represent the feelings and emotions I was going through at that time. Yeah.”

“So speaking of love, after writing these love ballads and ballads of heart break, have you had anyone fill the void that may have been left?”

“Uh....I mean....no. No, not really.”

“There isn’t anyone you may want to reach out to or hit up?”

“I mean....welll...”

“Oh come on Harry! Give us the details! There has to be someone in your life.”

“Uh...” Harry laughed and looked into the camera.

“What about the Kardashian/Jenner clan?”

“No.. no... it’s not them...I mean they are lovely people but-”

“But there is someone?”

Harry bit his lip and thought about what to say. “Isn’t there always someone?”

“Tell us a bit about her then! How did you two meet. Is she another performer, or model-”

“No...no it’s not like that.” Harry smiled and looked at the floor. “She’s my best friend. Someone I’ve known for years.”

You froze. Harry froze. He realized what he had just said and was trying to cover it. You were processing everything and trying to figure out what he meant. It had to be someone else. It couldn’t be you.

“The friend you brought today? (y/n)?”

Harry shifted uncomfortably and looked at the cameras. “uh....I mean...geez, is it hot in here or what?”

The interviewer laughed, “I think it’s just you and the confession we were just talking about. Is (y/n) depicted in any of these songs on the album?”

“Fine Line. Everyone check it out.” Harry smiled and held up the album, trying to refocus the attention. The camera’s cut out and Harry stood up, wandering back to where you were with a stressed expression.

“Hey how did it-”

“You were watching weren't you?”

You nodded and he sighed. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“I professed my love to you on camera.” You were about to tell him that was nonsense but you stopped. He loved you? He actually meant what he had said? He was actually talking about you? “I hate talking about my personal life and thats what I just did.”

“It’ll be okay-”

“No.” Harry sighed again. “I mean forget the interview. I can’t make it up to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to tell you. I wanted to make it special...I wanted to finally say that you’re the one I’ve been looking for. I wanted to tell you to stop looking for a guy because I’m the one who wants to make sure you’re okay and you slept well....”

“Harry...”

“I had this whole thing planned for this weekend.”

“Harry...”

“I was going to tell you and and we were going to talk about it and-”

You pressed your lips to his, stopping the panic and the words. Harry’s hands tangled into your hair and kissed you harder, like there was no return.

“I love you too.”

Harry froze, his lips a few inches from yours. “What?”

“Harry I love you.” You kissed him again, “I have for years.”

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A request. Sorry its short

xoxo

#one direction #one direction fanfiction #directioners #one direction imagines #harrystyles #Harry Styles #Harry Syles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfction

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dudeandduchess · 5 years ago

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Hi Jen! I hope you’re doing well! Could you please do the prompt “Where did you put your blankie this time.” with kyojuro? The thought of it is so uwu and adorable, I love it. Thank you! Stay safe ☺️🥰🥰

Hope you like it, bby! This was also a really cute prompt. Stay safe, too!!! 🍉🍉🍉

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Kyōjurō (x F!S/O) with His Daughter: “Where did you put your blankie this time?” (Fluff, Modern AU, Baby Prompts, SFW Scenario):

Kyōjurō readjusted the arm that was wrapped around his wife’s shoulders, nuzzling his cheek gently against the side of her head, before turning to press a kiss to her silken hair.

A soft giggle was the only audible response he received at that, just as his wife leaned her weight even more against his side and slung her legs up across his lap. All the while, her eyes never left the TV screen— watching her series so intently, because it was just getting to the good part of the episode.

The main character’s voice filled the silent room, as (Y/n) slowly trailed her left hand up her husband’s torso— starting from his stomach, and working its way up to his chest; seemingly taking her sweet time with teasing him.

His right hand, which rested against her left thigh, trailed higher up her body and squeezed her hip in warning.

However, just as Kyōjurō was about to throw caution to the wind and pin (Y/n) down on the couch— all so he could initiate a make-out session with her— the familiar sound of their daughter’s voice cut through the tension not like a hot knife to butter, but more like a chainsaw through wood.

“Papa, mama! I need your help!”

Instantly, the heat he felt building up inside him dissipated; as if cold water was thrown over him to douse the invisible flames. And, in no time at all, he was already on his feet— rushing to Ran’s bedroom as fast as his feet could carry him.

Behind him, (Y/n) hastened along— being careful not to bump into him when he threw the door to their daughter’s room open.

“What is it, Ran-chan? What happened?” The blond asked as calmly as he could, but still failed to hide the worry and panic in his tone. “Are you hurt?”

The little girl, whom had just realized the panic that she had made her parents go through, smiled sheepishly at both adults as she dropped the stuffed toys that she had just pulled out from the bottom of her toy chest.

“Ran, we’ve talked about you calling us like that,” (Y/n) chided softly, as she crossed her arms over her chest and quirked an eyebrow at her daughter. “Only for important things.”

“I know, mama! But it is important!” The tiny female version of Kyōjurō protested in a whine, as she stepped around the toys and pillows that were strewn all over the floor, so she could stand in front of her parents.

“Rengoku Ran, if this is another one of your games…”

Kyōjurō eyed his daughter with a soft and somewhat pitying gaze, before turning to his wife. He could never help it; he was always so soft when it came to his daughter— hell, he couldn’t even stand it when his wife so much as scolded the little girl. “Let’s hear her out, my love. What made you call us, sweetie?”

With renewed energy at his consideration, Ran looked happily up at her father and explained immediately, “I can’t find my blankie, papa! Can you help me find it, please?”

Kyōjurō wanted to run a hand over his face, since that cut in to his time with potentially romancing (Y/n) into having another baby, but the fact that it was to help his only child— at the moment— had him pushing aside his own selfish whims. But it wasn’t done without a longing look, as well as a pout, aimed right at his wife.

With a teasing smile, (Y/n) shrugged at her husband before saying, “You were the one who cleaned Ran-chan’s room this morning, Kyō. I’ll go and make some snacks.”

The snacks were a necessity, since the young woman was sure that her husband and their daughter would work up an appetite while looking for the blanket; they always did whenever they set out to look for whatever thing Ran couldn’t find.

(Y/n) then turned on her heel at that, blowing a kiss to her daughter before making a hasty exit. Aside from having to make snacks, she didn’t want to get roped into looking for anything with those two; because, as much as she loved them, she always got mad at their tendency to get distracted by every little thing.

Ran could be looking through her bookshelf for something, and she would get sidetracked by a photo album— which Kyōjurō would then take from her so they could flip through it together. It took them ages to find anything, so (Y/n) left them to their own devices.

Besides, it was a good way for them to bond— what with her husband being gone during weekdays, and sometimes busy during the weekends with lesson plans and other work things.

“Have fun, you two,” The young woman threw over her shoulder with a wide grin aimed right at Kyōjurō. “Good luck.”

No matter how hard he tried to push down the disappointment he felt, Kyōjurō did so as he cast a longing look at his wife’s ample behind— which was encased perfectly in her shorts— before turning to his daughter with the widest of grins. “So, where did you put your blankie this time?”

“I put it on my bed when I woke up, and when I came back, it went poof,” The little girl made an exploding gesture with her hands— even going as far as to wave her arms out in small semi-circles on either side of her, if only to emphasize her point.

Kyōjurō thought long and hard about where he had last seen the brightly-colored wool blanket, but couldn’t think of anywhere he had seen it outside her room. So, they set out to find the missing item wherever they could.

He had even resorted to sitting Ran up on his shoulders, as she clung tightly to his hair for balance, just so she could check the tops of the cabinets in there.

They got down on all fours and crawled around the sizeable space, lifting chests and even tiny Lego pieces to check for it. Thankfully, Kyōjurō’s antics got his daughter to laugh and giggle whenever he did them; the loudest laugh having been caused by him putting on one of his daughter’s glittery, plastic crowns, and asking her if it made him look pretty.

Both of them searched practically every nook and cranny of Ran’s room, before both of them collapsed on top of the little girl’s bed— with her freshly changed, princess-styled sheets.

And it was only then that Kyōjurō realized that he had made a horrible mistake. He tried to hide the panic in his eyes by smiling, even as he got up from Ran’s bed and began walking towards the door.

“Where are you going, papa?” His daughter’s tiny voice piped up innocently, as she lifted her head up from where she laid. The unicorn headband in her hair glittered in the afternoon light, making him temporarily squint his eyes when the refracting light hit the shiny sequins that adorned the hair piece.

“I just need to go to the bathroom; I’ll be back, sweetie.”

With that, the blond high-tailed it out of the room; quietly padding over to the laundry room— where he was sure that he had put Ran’s sheets in the washer. Quickly, with his heart practically pounding in his chest, he knelt down in front of the washer/dryer unit and pulled the door open…

Only to muffle a panicked scream when he saw the very blanket that they had been looking for.

“Kyōjurō, you horrible man…” He uttered softly, as he pulled out the blanket that had shrunk down to half of what it had been before. When before it could have covered Ran comfortably from head to toe— the state that it was in at that moment wouldn’t have been enough to cover her from her neck to her ankles.

“Kyō?” (Y/n) called out in surprise, as she swung the door to the laundry room open to investigate why quiet whimpers of ‘oh no’ and ‘what have I done’ were coming from there. “Did you find the bl- oh…”

He could only look up at his wife helplessly, all while clinging tightly to the brightly-colored— and still warm— wool blanket in his hands. “Help.”

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szamsson · 4 years ago

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I’m the anon who asked for that Kato/boy squad!jealous Robbe drabble. I’m not sure if it’s too late for you to incorporate into the story but I wanted to make an additional suggestion about why Robbe feels insecure about Kato: Kato herself upon being asked which boy she’d choose, she flirts with the idea Sander is her type, not realising Robbe & Sander are a couple. Sander is flattered, and to top it off, someone comments that Kato & Sander would look good as a couple.

(Note: I’m gonna do it from before the last clip and have Sander in the last clip if that makes sense?)

Kato jumped off her bike at the last minute as she saw the boys just ahead of her. They were goofing around, drinking what looked like copious amounts of beer already. Aaron was lying on his back on the floor, whilst Jens and Robbe shoved each other around. It was cute the way Robbe tried so hard to throw off Jen’s balance, but every time he lunged at the other boy, his small body ended up ricochetting back, making him stumble to try and stay on his feet. Moyo was sitting next to Aarons head, smoking a joint and laughing at the antics of the other boys. As she approached, she saw a brunette she had yet to meet, sitting behind the already set up camera, rolling his eyes at the boys as he sipped on a beer. He was really pretty, Kato thought to herself. Slim but tall, with short spikey brown hair and a deep tan. What really caught her attention however, were the striking green eyes that seemed to glow in contrast to the rest of his face.

None of the boys noticed her as she chained her bike up and walked towards them. She sat down, legs crossed next to the boy sitting behind the camera, giggling as Robbe gave Jens a particularly hard shove which made Robbe himself, lose his footing and fall on his butt with a huff.

She looked up at the unnamed boy, “How long have they been drinking?” she said with a hum.

He turned to her, startling slightly as if he was so wrapped up watching the boys he didn’t realise she was sitting inches from him. He recovered quickly and chuckled. “Too long,” he started, “Sorry you came all the way out here but I’m not sure if they’re in any state to film today.”

“Im Kato,” she smiled holding out a hand.

“Sander,” he replied with a grin, shaking her outstretched hand.

Sander. She rolled the name around in her head. It was a tiny bit familiar but she was sure Luka hadn’t mentioned anyone by that name, nor had she seen him walking around the halls. “You don’t go to our school?” she asked, looking back out at the boys in front of her.

“No,’ Sander said quickly, “I’m in my second year of fine art, at University.”

Kato looked back at him, impressed. An artist, she thought approvingly. She still couldn’t really piece together why he was here however. Maybe an older brother of someone? She wouldn’t pry. It was safe to say she was interested, brother of her friends or not.

“Did you want a beer?” Sander said, looking down at her. Once again she got caught up in his hypnotic emerald eyes. She stared for longer than was probably acceptable and Sander gave her a puzzled look. She quickly snapped out of it and mumbled a quick “No, thank you,” looking away again.

“So where do you study?” She asked, wanting to learn more about the mysterious artist.

“The academie.” Sander said with a smile.

“No way! That’s where I’m planning on going!” She said excitedly, turning her entire body towards him. “For dance,” she finished smiling broadly.

“Oh awesome! It’s an amazing school.” He said, also turning to face her more closely, “Maybe I can show you around some time?” Sander said.

The way he said it, did not in the slightest sound flirty, it simply sounded like a friendly invitation. Kato felt herself deflate, wondering what she could do to get the boys attention for more than just friendship.

Just then, the boys finally noticed her sitting there, and all stalked towards them. Aaron crawled from his place on the floor as if he was too dizzy to get up, whilst the others all plopped down in a semi circle around them.

“You made it!” Jens said with a lazy grin on his face.

Robbe sobered up all too quickly when he noticed the way Sander and Kato’s knees were touching and they were sitting far too close for his liking. They both, however, seemed oblivious to Robbes stony face, and continued smiling at the boys.

“I did,” she said “And it seems you boys have been drinking.”

“We had a few,” Moyo said with a hiccup.

“Yeah a few too many,” Sander mumbled making Kato laugh and put her hand on his knee. Robbe felt his head start to spin as his eyes narrowed in on the hand. It looked, familiar, and it looked...right. And it looked like--

“You two would make a good couple,” Aaron said drunkenly, smiling as his eyes darted between Kato and Sander. Kato’s grin widened as Sander’s eyes instantly shot to Robbe.

Robbe’s throat was dry and he desperately willed the tears in his eyes to go away! Because as he looked down at them he realised that, Aaron was right. They did look like the picture perfect couple, sitting huddled together comfortably. And Kato was just Sanders type, Robbe thought with horror. Tall, blonde, talented, female. Everything that Robbe wasn’t and would never be. It just made sense that Sander would fall for someone like Kato.

Suddenly his thoughts were whirling around in his head so forcefully he felt the need to grip the sides of his neck. Of course Sander would move on. He’d had his fun with Robbe, he’d experimented and it had been a good what 10 months or so? And now all of a sudden a perfect new girl had arrived just in time.

Robbe muttered out a “gotta go,” before making a beeline for the street. He walked quickly brushing angrily at his face for tears that had yet to fall. He could hear Sander yell out his name behind him and heard footsteps. He broke out into a run, but not quick enough as a hand latched itself around his bicep.

Robbe wouldn’t look up at him as he said in a small voice, “She’s perfect for you.”

Sander lifted Robbe’s chin and saw the glassy eyes of his lover looking back at him. “Oh baby,” he said, pulling Robbe into his arms. He felt so heavy as he collapsed into Sanders arms and sobbed. “Im drunk,” Robbe shook out in between cries. Sander laughed slightly at the pathetic little whimper in Robbe’s voice.

“You’re perfect for me Robin.” he whispered over and over again into Robbe’s hair, as he rocked the boy back and forth in his arms.

Back down the street, Jens punched Aaron in the arm. “Idiot,” Jens muttered, staring after his best friend.

“What?” Aaron said, confused.

“Am I missing something?” Kato asked, just as confused as Aaron.

Then suddenly, it all clicked into place, and she hung her head feeling horrible. Sander. Artist. That beautiful mural. The boyfriend. She had just blatantly hit on Robbe’s boyfriend right in front of him. She now understood the devastated look on the tiny boys face as he ran off. She didn’t know their backstory but she could tell from the betrayal and sad acceptance on Robbe’s face just before he had fled, that they hadn’t had an easy time getting together initially.

“I have to go apologise.” She said starting to get up. Jens simply put an arm on her shoulder and said “Let Sander deal with it, I promise Robbe won’t be mad at you, he’s just a little sensitive.”

She looked after the boys and saw them embracing at the end of the street. She was hoping she hadn’t done anything irreparable, costing her new friends.

#wtfock #wtfock fic #wtfam #myfics

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smolwritingchick · 10 months ago

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 57- Tension Escalator

Chapter Summary: BTS have an Undercover Mission in Japan. For the tension escalator, Jen watches with nervousness and assumes Jungkook won't do anything drastic but is instantly proved wrong.

Words: 5,000+

Genre: Cute Jungkook fluff in this one!! I added a little bit more to this chapter since it randomly popped in my head :)

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In Osaka, Japan, Bangtan prepared to get ready for their fan meet. Backstage, Jen sat by the vanity, on her phone.

“Jennie-ah.”

“Yes?” she turned to one of the female stylists, who had smiled at her.

“It’s time to do your makeup.” she prepared everything at a table while Jen got situated in her seat. “I’ve read some of the magazines you recommended to me. Like Essence.”

“For real?” Jennie asked with excitement. “Wow, thank you so much.”

Jennie had gotten closer to the staff, especially the stylists for Big Hit. For a while now, she had been trying to educate the stylists on black beauty, so they could learn more about how to handle her hair and make up for her black skin.

She praised the staff for asking her where to go to study more about how to make her look her very best without trying to lighten up her skin. She appreciated them going to lengths to learn for her. Her makeup improved every time.

“Of course, I want you to look your very best. Let’s go with a natural look, today.” the stylist began to apply her makeup. After she was done, she let Jennie take a look. “Did I do all right?”

“Definitely, I look amazing!” Miss Bangtan checked out her face. “This is perfect.”

“Great! Now let’s do the hair. And I won’t forget heat protector this time.” she reassured, beginning to do her hair.

Jen was grateful that she didn’t forget the heat protector. The last time was not pretty, and she was glad that her hair was still alive afterward. The look on the stylist’s face when Jen asked if she put heat protector in her hair was priceless. Fear was evident on her face, while Jennie closed her eyes and exhaled, mentally preparing for damaged hair. It amazed the stylist that Jennie still had some trust left to do her hair today.

“My hair is getting longer, I need to get it trimmed.” Jen noticed the length was to her mid back. “One day, I want to cut my hair short. Maybe for a future comeback. What do you think, ARMY?” she turned to the camera that was filming her getting prepared for the show.

“How are you doing?” she was asked by the person behind the camera.

“I’m sleepy. I’m taking a nap after I’m done getting ready.”

After the cameraman went to film another member, the stylist finished straightening her hair and placed some bobby pins to keep it on the side.

‘Who’s going to carry out the mission today?’

Throughout the days in Japan, the members received missions to carry out. Jungkook’s mission was to get Jimin to say thank you while Jennie napped on the couch. Jin, whose mission was to comfort all the members, placed a blanket on her and ran a hand over her head.

“Sweet dreams, sweetie.” the oldest smiled softly, clearing her off the list of members he needed to comfort.

Jennie was oblivious to it all, sleeping peacefully. As she slept, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were filming a V-Live for ARMY, walking around the dressing room to mess with the members.

“Let’s find Ennie,” Taehyung suggested while they walked around to search for her.

“Jennie? Oh, Jennie? Where oh where is our Miss Bangtan? Where oh where could she be~?” Jimin sang out.

“Is she in this dressing room?” Jungkook pondered.

“I found her. Aw, but she’s asleep.” Taehyung frowned.

“Spray her with the can of cold spray.” Jimin requested mischievously.

“Ah...I don’t want to do that to her.” Jungkook responded.

“Aw, why not?” Jimin asked with a pout.

“I would but she looks too cute. I don’t want to disturb her.” Jungkook answered before shyly chuckling to himself that he said that on camera in front of ARMY.

He tried to flip the script by asking ARMY if she looked cute while sleeping.

Jimin and Taehyung grinned at each other off camera and they decided to leave her alone to rest. They also mentioned on Live that she had stayed up all night to practice her Japanese for the event.

After Jungkook had finished his V-Live in an empty room, he went back to the dressing room while periodically glancing at Jennie, making sure she was all right as she slept.

“Jungkook-ah is staring at Jennie-ah, again.” the staff giggled amongst themselves.

It was getting pretty obvious behind the scenes that the Golden Maknae had been smitten by K-Pop’s smartie and Nike loving American idol. Jimin even spilled the beans about it to them.

The staff thought it was cute and could see them dating. The majority of the staff were surprised that Jennie wasn’t even aware that Jungkook liked her. But they hoped that he’d confess soon.

During one of the fan meets, Rap Monster’s mission was to make one of the members say as expected from the leader in Japanese. So while he said his speech on stage, he had hoped that at least someone would say it. But it looked slim to none as he continued talking, trying to do everything he could for this difficult mission.

“Everyone, although we’ve been to various places, we will always love you,” he spoke with a smile as he paused, trying to see if someone would say it. “We will always believe in each other and always practice together and think of ARMYs. All of us are always working hard and doing our best.”

“Indeed. Our leader always has great things to say. But honestly, Rap Monster is a great leader so this is expected of him.” Jennie randomly spoke up in Japanese, which caused Rap Monster to smile big when he realized that his mission was a success all thanks to her.

Just before the next fan meet, backstage Jennie received a card for her undercover mission.

“Oh boy,” she responded and read the card.

‘Get each member with a whoopee cushion’

“Oh my gosh, are you kidding me?” she sighed at the mission.

This may be a bit difficult as she tried to ponder some places where she could hide the whoopee cushions. She chose to place whoopee cushions under the couches when none of the members were looking and then pondered on where else to put them. She then set up some more under blankets and jackets on chairs. As the members continued to get ready for the next show, she heard one of the whoopee cushions go off and she heard Hobi yell in shock.

She smiled and fist pumped when the camera filmed her. One down, six more to go. Things seemed to be going well when she managed to get Jin, Taehyung, and Jimin. But her world came crashing down when Rap Monster removed his jacket from the seat and noticed the whoopie cushion.

He let out a soft chuckle and pointed it out. “What is this?”

“Nooooooo!” she yelled silently, throwing her head back in disappointment. “I was doing so good.”

‘Mission failed!’

When outside the room, she was asked if she had a mission for herself. “Yeah, I do. As you know I am obsessed with Nike, so I hope that one day the company can notice me and let me endorse them one day. Only a girl can dream.” She beamed. “An endorsement for Nike. Gosh, that would be great.”

Just before the event started, Jennie began walking with J-Hope as he started chanting, “ O-sa-car.”

After saying Osaka. She decided to join in, dancing with him on camera.

“O-sa-car. O-sa-car. O-sa-car, broom broom broom.” They chanted before giggling with one another.

Yoongi, Jin, and Jungkook were behind them, shaking their heads.

“This is so embarrassing.” Yoongi sighed.

“I think Jen had too many smarties and is dealing with a slight sugar rush,” Jungkook mentioned to the camera. “She’s very weird, isn’t she?”

For the show, Jen wore a yellow blazer and BTS opened up the fan meet with a few songs for the fans. Speaking and singing in Japanese was harder than she thought but after all those countless nights of practicing her Japanese, she made it work.

After they performed, a video popped up on the screen catching the members' attention.

“BTS welcome. The fact that you can hear my voice means that you are ready for battle. I’m KJ, the boss who will give you the missions.”

“Konnichiwa!” The members began to greet repeatedly

“That is too light! You’re saying your greetings too lightly. You can’t just keep saying Konnichiwa. You should do a greeting that can break the world. A proper one.”

“2, 3, Bangtan, hello we are BTS” The members bowed to loud cheers.

Jennie checked out the crowd. So many people showed up for the fan meet. It was astonishing. After greeting the audience, KJ wanted everyone to introduce themselves individually.

“Nice to meet you, everyone. I am Raku Monster. Because a Japanese word I’m into right now is raku raku, I changed my name starting today. Please support Raku Monster. The ones in the back and second floor, are you looking forward to the rest of the show?” he raised his mic up in the air to loud cheers.

“Hello, I’m Jin. Ichi ni, kochi ni, Seokjinie!” he grinned.

“Hello, I’m the genius Suga!” he began blowing kisses

“Hello, I’m a brave man who doesn’t get affected by scary things. I’m J-Hope.” he posed dramatically

“Konnichiwa, I am the one who loves smarties and Nike. I’m Jennie! You can also call me Queen Smartie.” she waved cutely to loud cheers and screams.

The Japanese fans always thought she looked adorable when she spoke their language. Overall, Jennie was proud of her efforts in speaking the language and hoped ARMY noticed her huge improvement. The last time she was in Japan, she was unprepared and had to depend on a translator the entire time, unable to hide her confused facial expressions.

“Hello, I’m Jimin who the members love the most.”

“Huh?!” J-Hope spoke up

“...and I’m a genius,” Jimin added with a big grin while the rest of the members didn’t buy it. “It’s true, I’m a genius.”

“That’s impossible,” Rapmon spoke.

“Impossible? No, no, no.”

“Hello. I’m Kim Taehyung. You can call me V, too. I love vehicles. I also like to drive cars. Thank you.”

“Hello everyone! Everyone, I’m the one you’ve all been waiting for, Jungkook. Yeah!”

“This time BTS will be given different missions and your success based ARMY’s reaction, is that clear?” KJ asked. “Everyone, let’s move on to the first mission. This first one is this...”

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‘BTS ID’

“This mission will test whether or not you are a real BTS member. I’ll be asking you questions that will determine if you are a real member or not so answer accordingly, okay? The mission will be cleared once we’ve determined that everyone really is a member, okay? Okay, here’s the first one. First Rap Monster. Raku Monster. It seems that you are the tallest out of all the members.”

The crowd started cheering when Jimin and Suga tried to compare their height to him.

“He hides my smarties in the tallest cabinets so I won’t eat them all,” Jen said sadly, earning laughs in response.

“Show us that Raku Monster is the tallest member. What does it mean that Raku Monster is the tallest.” KJ requested.

The members kneeled dramatically except for Suga, who stood because he claimed that he was short anyway and didn’t have to do it.

“So, Suga doesn’t have to crouch down to be small 'cause he’s already short, right Suga?” KJ asked.

“Yes, that’s right,” Suga responded

“Let’s move on to the next one. Next is Jin. The one who keeps staying hungry no matter how much you’ve eaten is that right? Why are you so hungry?”

“My pet Jangu is inside my stomach. My pet puppy.” Jin began panting like a dog, causing Jennie to stare at him curiously. “Jangu, Jangu!” he added in a high voice.

“What...?” Jennie looked around confused

“What was that?” Jungkook wondered.

“What are you saying?” KJ asked.

“I don’t understand,” Rapmon added. “Who is Jangu?”

“We don’t know what he’s saying either,” Jimin spoke. “What is a Jangu?”

“First off, why did you eat your cute dog?” KJ asked. “Were you hungry?”

“Sorry,” Jin responded to make KJ laugh.

“That’s scary,” Jungkook added

“You wildlin,” Jen responded.

“That’s dangerous,” V spoke

“Suga, the one who calls himself a genius, right?” KJ asked

“Yes, there’s no doubt about it. I’m the genius Suga.” He blew more kisses.

“What are you a genius of?”

“I’m a genius at being cute.” He responded and did Aegyo to loud screams

“Oh-mai-gah.” J-Hope responded.

“Since you’re a genius, you can act cute, right away when someone tells you, right?” KJ asked. “Ready, go.”

Suga walked around the stage doing aegyo and KJ was impressed.

“Next is J-Hope. The one who acts strong on the outside but is actually a scardey cat. Right?”

“Yes, that’s me,” J-Hope responded in a low voice

“What are you scared of?”

“Heights and horror movies are scary. Also, bugs. I hate bugs.”

“What do the other members think? Is he a little bit of a scaredy-cat?”

“He’s simply a scaredy cat,” Rapmon responded.

“Remember when we scared him with that lobster?” Jimin started giggling with Taehyung

“Oh my God...that day...” Jennie groaned.

The day where she was suddenly flashed by Hobi when he was running all over the dorm, naked, to get away from them.

“You hate bugs, too? What kind of bug do you hate the most?” KJ asked

“Cockroaches,” Hobi answered.

“Can you do a reaction? Let’s say there’s a cockroach right under you.”

Suga began to make a funny sound effect, pointing to the floor and J-Hope let out a loud scream, tiptoeing around to get away before doing his brave pose.

“Next is Jennie. The one who likes smarties and Nike, correct?”

“Hai,” she responded with a smile

“And you call yourself the Smartie Queen, correct?”

“Hai.”

“Why do you call yourself the Smartie Queen?”

“Because smarties are delicious and good for the soul.” she proudly responded.

“Members, how do you cope with her obsession with smarties?”

“I lost count of how many times we order the candy online and they’re gone within a few weeks. I’m surprised that she never gets tired of it.” Rap Monster exclaimed.

“I try to hide them from her,” Jin added.

“We try to put them on the highest shelves but she ends up climbing and finding them.” Taehyung giggled.

"They're exaggerating," Jen responded.

“You also said that you love Nike,” KJ mentioned.

“Hai. I would love to do an endorsement for them.”

“Can you show us modeling for Nike? You’re wearing the shoes.”

“Gladly.” she briefly modeled around the stage, showing off her sneakers to loud cheers.

“Impressive. I hope Nike hires you one day.”

“Aw, thank you, I hope so too.”

“Jimin. Let’s go to Jimin. Among BTS, you are the scariest member?”

“Yes.” He responded. “Everyone, the second floor. Isn’t that right? I’m scarier than J-Hope. I’m strong, I’m really strong.”

“Jimin, show us your strongness.”

“Lies,” Jungkook spoke up which caused Jennie to snicker.

After their banter, KJ moved to V. “V, this one is great. V is the one that owns 3 vehicles, right?”

“Yes. I’m not bragging but that’s me.” V smiled.

“Do you like driving?”

“Of course.”

“Do you drive by yourself?”

“Together with ARMYs!” he answered with loud cheers from the audience.

“There are probably 5,000 ARMYs here though. Can they get in?”

“It’s impossible.” he chuckled.

“By the way, what kind of cars do you have?”

“Porsche. Ferrari. Lamborghini.”

“Lamborghini, wow, everything is a luxury car.”

“Around that much.”

“Really?”

“Sorry, they’re just mini-cars.”

“You only own three of those?”

“Yes.” Tae grinned while ARMY cheered for him.

“That’s cute but they’re just mini-cars so isn’t it okay to own more?”

“It’s expensive.”

“Minicars are expensive, too? Around how much are they?”

Taehyung pondered for a moment. “Ten dollars.”

“That’s too cute,” KJ responded while some of the members smiled. “Do you have any cars that you want to ride in the future? I mean a real car.”

“I want a monster car.”

“I’ll make sure to take you to a monster truck show, one day,” Jennie spoke up, causing Taehyung to grin with excitement.

“What’s a monster car?” KJ asked.

“Monster car? Right here.” J-Hope placed his hand on Rapmon’s shoulder while he was drinking water.

Rapmon walked right up to V and kneeled, pretending to drive with V in front of him.

“Jungkook.” KJ went to him. “Is Jungkook the one who pranks people the most?”

“Yes, that’s me.” The Golden Maknae responded.

“What kind of pranks do you do?”

“For example, Jin, good morning.” Jungkook placed his hand up which made Jin flinch.

“Oh! Good morning.” Jin high fived him

“Rapmon, good morning.” the Golden Maknae high fived him. “Jimin. Jimin?” he started walking around, pretending that he can’t find him

“Where is jimin?” the members played around, trying to find him while Jimin continued to be amused, trying to deal with another prank aimed at him.

“How sad,” KJ responded.

“They always do Jimin dirty,” Jen added.

“J-Hope, where is Jimin?” Jungkook asked.

“Where?” J-Hope continued to look around

“Jimin didn’t come,” Rapmon added

“Where is Jimin?” Suga asked

“I’m right here!” Jimin said in Jungkook’s face as he continued to pretend he didn’t see him.

“Oh, you’re right here.” Jungkook patted him on the shoulder and started laughing

“Wait a minute, he’s not as short as you guys think. You can see him just fine. Isn’t Miss Bangtan the shortest?”

“We tease her too,” Jungkook responded.

“They’re very cruel when it comes to my smarties,” Jen spoke, shaking her head. “I still feel some type of way when they put my smarties on the highest of shelves. It’s not funny.”

“Do you have any other pranks, Jungkook?” KJ asked.

“Yes,” he responded

“Whom do you prank?”

“Everyone. Jin?”

“Yes?” he responded

“Nevermind. Rapmon?”

“Yes?”

“Never mind. V?”

“What?”

“Nevermind. This kind of prank.”

“I just don’t know any more about him,” Jennie said

“Yeah, what was that?” Jimin asked

“Sorry.” Jungkook chuckled and started feeling embarrassed. “Let’s go to the next part.”

“Okay, lastly I have a question for ARMY,” KJ spoke. “After I say, ‘ready, go,’ scream the name of your favorite member as loud as you can. Ready, go!”

ARMY screamed their names loud and proud, bringing smiles to the members’ faces.

“Boss, can you see this?” V asked

“Yes, I do. Everyone is shining. Everyone is amazing. Thank you.” KJ responded.

“Ah...my heart.” V tapped his chest, feeling the love from ARMY.

“Are you okay?” Jin approached him but ended up hitting his teeth with his mic.

He instantly held his mouth, as the members laughed.

“Jeez, you good?” Jennie approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to examine his mouth.

“Are you okay?” J-Hope laughed

After their mission was cleared, they went to the next mission which was random dance play. Bangtan’s songs will start playing randomly and they would have to get the formation and choreography correct.

The members scrambled all over the place, dancing while their songs were played faster and slower than usual. Their songs kept switching at a rapid pace as they managed to keep up.

Soon the chorus for War of Hormone came on as Jennie scrambled to the front, singing quickly with the song sped up, “Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! I’ll tell you what I want right now! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! I ain’t giving it to you right now!”

The ending of Tomorrow came on as the members did their finishing pose, earning a mission cleared.

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When BTS changed outfits, they performed For You. Jennie had worn a white hoodie that was bigger than usual and zipped the hoodie halfway while exposing her right shoulder.

KJ praised them for their performance. “Let’s go on to the next mission. BTS Tension Escalator. This mission is really simple. Each of you will do a performance with a given subject. But since this is called Tension Escalator, the person who goes next will have to perform with more tension. In other words, the tension needs to keep rising until the last person, understand? Okay.”

“I’ll do it first.” Suga raised his hand.

“Let’s change positions,” J-Hope added.

“Let’s do it by age,” Jin suggested. “Starting from the oldest.”

“NANI!?” Jennie shouted in horror, earning loud laughs from the crowd as she looked around nervously. “C-can’t the youngest go first?”

“Nope! Oldest!” Jin responded.

“Say what now?”

“Jennie will go last.” Jimin pointed

“No, no, the youngest should go first.” Jungkook protested.

“No, no, let’s start from the oldest,” Jin demanded.

Jennie exhaled and reluctantly stood at the end of the line, next to Jungkook.

Why?

Why did they have to do this?

She didn’t really want to. How was she supposed to make things tense for someone? She was definitely worried about this mission.

Jin, starting off, stood next to Suga and pushed his arm out in front of him, looking like he had him against a wall, referring to the kabedon move.

“Um, what?” Jen looked around while ARMY continued screaming.

‘Oh my God, help me.’ She thought to herself, feeling uneasy.

“Okay, okay, okay.” Suga turned to Rapmon.

“You have to surpass the tension. You can’t just mimic the move.” KJ responded.

Suga decided to do the kabedon to Rapmon, but stronger while ARMY continued to scream.

“Okay, you kind of surpassed it,” KJ mentioned while Rapmon nodded and turned to J-Hope. “Okay, Raku Monster’s turn.”

Rapmon placed a hand on J-Hope’s shoulders before getting close to his face. He wrapped his arms around his shoulder while J-Hope smiled and placed a hand over his heart.

Jennie gritted her teeth, watching with anxiousness while the fans’ screams got even louder.

Meanwhile, she noticed Jungkook walking away from the line with his arms crossed. Looks like he was just as nervous as she was.

“Now that you’ve come this far, is it possible to surpass it even more?” KJ pondered. “Can you do it?”

J-Hope got close to Jimin’s face and wrapped his arms around him, dipping him like he was going for a kiss.

“The tension went up,” Rapmon responded.

What in the world was she going to do as she continued to watch the members get up close and personal?

Jungkook was freaking out on the inside because he would have to do something to Jennie, and he had no idea what. And if he could pull it off was another story.

Jimin placed his mic down and shadow boxed for a few moments, preparing to make Tae tense. He shoved Tae back and placed his forehead against his, backing him up while Taehyung continued to grin and laugh.

As Jennie proceeded to watch, she cringed, getting panicky.

“The next one has to be stronger, V,” Suga spoke.

Taehyung got back in line and turned to Jungkook. He tried to pull himself together and started walking up to him but he laughed and backed up. He tried again, composing himself first, and grabbed Jungkook by the back of his head and placed it on his forehead as ARMY hollered.

“Now onto Miss Bangtan,” Rapmon called out.

The fans were screaming when Jungkook slowly turned around to Jennie.

“Man and woman. Let’s see how much they raise the tension. Do something different. Do not do the same thing you did.” KJ requested.

“It’s all you Jungkookie. Make her nervous!” Jimin patted him on the shoulder while Jennie laughed nervously.

‘Y'all tryna get me killed up in here.’ she thought to herself.

How many girls were in this building, right now?

This was not going to end well. At least that was what she thought. But the Japanese fans of BTS had taken a liking to Jennie since debut, so maybe things weren’t going to be so bad. Her overthinking got the best of her in situations like this.

Jimin and Tae huddled with Jungkook as they began to whisper to themselves while glancing back at Jennie, which made her even more uneasy.

“Look at her like you look at her when she’s not looking,” Taehyung suggested.

“Hyung, I can’t,” Jungkook whispered back.

“I’ll tell her you like her if you don’t!” Jimin grinned evilly.

“I don’t appreciate the blackmail.” Jungkook huffed.

“Hehehe, man up, Kookie! This will be your future one day! I know it will. Now, look at her like you always do and make her nervous! She can’t resist your charm.” Jimin giggled.

Before going over to Jennie, Jungkook decided to unbutton his shirt a little to make ARMY scream even louder.

‘He’s just teasing the fans. Don’t freak out.’ Jen tried to keep herself composed.

The Golden Maknae’s heart began racing as he slowly started walking up to her. He could do this. This should go just fine.

Jennie, however, had averted her eyes and looked down.

‘Oh God, he’s coming over, he’s coming over. Stay calm. Breathe, it’s just Jungkook.’ she thought in panic.

She noticed his shoes in front of hers and felt his presence as he looked down at her. Her body began to feel flushed as she mentally prepared for what he was going to do to her.

“The height difference is really cute,” Jimin commented with a giggle.

There was a cute height difference, fans were mentioning how cute it looked for him to look down at her and that she looked a little smaller in comparison to the rest of the members.

As The Golden Maknae kept his eyes on her, he began to drown everything else out.

It was just him and her in the room.

Jungkook delicately brushed some of her straightened hair from her face with his fingertips, not paying the loud screaming at the sudden action any mind.

'You are so beautiful...' he thought to himself as he watched her nervously chuckle at his actions.

Jimin and Taehyung glanced at each other with satisfied looks and began whispering to one another.

"It doesn't even look like he's trying to play the game anymore," Taehyung pointed out.

"I think he even forgot he's on stage in front of ARMY," Jimin giggled. "This is too cute,"

Noticing Jennie still not looking up at him, Jungkook decided to gently lift up her chin. He pressed his forehead against hers to gaze at her intently.

'Shit...' Jennie thought as she managed to maintain eye contact, feeling her stomach flutter.

The members began yelling along with ARMY, going wild over what was happening.

The butterflies in Jen's stomach intensified as she felt her face heat up from his actions. For some reason, his gaze was so mesmerizing that she couldn’t look away. And it was like he was telling her, "Just focus on me...no one else matters."

The Golden Maknae removed his forehead from hers and initiated a staring contest, as a bright smile came across his face. Their faces were so close, it honestly looked like he was going to kiss her.

Reality came back to him as he realized where he was, hearing the loud screams and cheers from the audience. Then, he lightly blew in her face to make her blink and he backed away, giggling.

“I win,” he mentioned while she covered her face, trying to pull herself together.

The members in the background continued to laugh and praise Jungkook for heightening the tension to the max.

“All right, Jennie do something for ARMY. It is up to you to complete the mission.” KJ responded as she pulled herself together

“I don’t even know what to do now,” she exclaimed and started thinking. “Ah. I know. ARMY has been asking me to show them for a while. They’ve been wanting to see my developing abs.”

She took off her hoodie and lifted up her shirt a little to reveal them, causing even louder screams. The members stared freaking out and laughing too as she showed her developing muscles. Her hard work was paying off.

“Did we clear the mission?” Suga asked.

“That was pretty strong,” Rapmon commented.

“Ah, very good, Jennie really escalated that. You all did awesome. You cleared the mission.” KJ responded. “Good job, you have now cleared all the missions. This time we tested BTS’ bond and your bond with ARMY. We concluded that your bond is strong indeed. Therefore, until the next mission appears, farewell.”

After the banter and the boss revealed his face, Rapmon wanted the members to individually tell ARMY what they wanted to do in the future.

“Lately I watched anime and there was a bullet train.” Rapmon tried to speak in Japanese but decided to speak in Korean instead because it was too hard for him. “To ride a bullet train, a bullet train cannot run without a route. Similarly, I thought that we also can’t continue without ARMY. So please be our route and let’s go together.” He said and began to feel embarrassed.

“I said this before but since so many people came to cheer us on, we want to do our best to respond to your support,” Jin spoke. “From now on instead of supporting an individual member, please support the growth of everyone in BTS, too.”

“A singer uses music to express themselves, right?” Suga asked. “From now on we promise to release amazing music and stages. Let’s keep going until we reach Domes. Thank you, that was the genius Suga.”

“Thank you for cheering us on and fiercely supporting us this year.” J-Hope grinned. “Let’s be together for 10, 100 more years. I’ll do my best too.”

“Me.” Jimin raised his hand and smiled brightly. “I am a man with big aspirations. And I’m a genius so...what I do...what I want to do, I will surely want to do, I mean I will surely do. Ah, Japanese is hard. I will surely do what I want to do. So, all ARMY’s fans...I mean all ARMY fans...is that right?” he turned to Rapmon.

“All ARMY.” Rapmon corrected him while he laughed.

“For all ARMY’s sake, for my sake, for BTS’ sake, BTS and I will study.”

“Study? Okay, do your best.” Rapmon responded.

“I’ll do my best. That was Jimin, the man who has big aspirations.”

“How was today?�� V asked. “Did you like it? We’ll be together from now on, right? Because we are always together. ARMY and we are one. Let’s keep going together, okay? With ARMY beside me, thank you.”

“Thank you so much to everyone for always coming,” Jungkook added. “From now on I want to grow and do my best so that I can talk to you in Japanese during our events. Thank you for your hard work.”

“My Japanese has improved, right?” Jennie spoke while ARMY yelled yes in response. “I hope to continue learning Japanese so I can communicate with you even better. Please continue to support all eight of us. Thank you for always being so supportive of us. And thank you for your dedication and love for BTS. I’m looking forward to seeing you again, very soon.”

After performing their final songs, the members bowed and thanked everyone for coming to the show.

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Backstage, the members gathered around to reveal their missions and to find out who failed and passed. When Jen read her mission card to the members, they immediately realized why they kept hearing farting sounds backstage.

“Ah, I thought it was Jungkook that did this. I didn’t think I’d be you.” Jin pointed out.

“And now I have to drink bitter tea. How fun,” she responded with a sigh.

Rap Monster read his card, “During the event, you have to make the members say as expected from the leader in Japanese. I said everything I could and I thought no one would do it, but thankfully, I can always count on Jennie. So thank you, now I don’t have to drink the tea.”

“Wow. I helped you with your mission but you made me fail mine. Thanks for being a great leader, Rapmon.” she shook her head as he laughed.

Those who failed, which were Jimin, Hobi, and Jennie, had to drink bitter tea so they picked up their cups.

“Let’s say cheers and drink it.” Jimin offered. “For our eternal friendship, cheers!” he lightly bumped his cup with theirs and took a sip, twisting his face.

Jennie decided to get it over with by downing the bitter tea in one gulp. She slammed the cup down and complained, “Ugh, gross but it’s over now. Never again.”

“She drank that quickly. Wow.” Jin looked on, amazed.

“I wish I could do that.” Jimin laughed and reluctantly continued to take sips.

Meanwhile, J-Hope had twisted up his face as the members continued to laugh at their suffering.

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hedjblogr · 4 years ago

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Magical magic happens, your characters have become another race for a year! Who would struggle the most with this change? Sylvari become charr, charr become human, asura become norn, humans become asura, and norn become sylvari. - moonlit-grove

Bonus: who would kinda not want to change back after the year?

OOH I LOVE THIS HANG ON THIS IS GONNA GET LONG!!!! because OBVIOUSLY i have to make them in the character creator as well

okay let’s start with hestia

so hestia as a human, she'd probably have a LOT to get used to, and it would be quite difficult for her at first. being a lot smaller (since she's a runty charr, so that'd translate to being quite a short human!), and she'd also have to adjust to a new gait, smaller hands, different weight distributions, and not having a tail to balance her...

i think once she got the hang of it though, and it wouldn't take her OVERLY long, she'd be just fine! having to wrap up sooner in chillier temperatures might throw her for a loop longer than anything else

as for whether she'd want to change back when the year's up: yes. definitely. she likes being a charr too much, especially if this also meant rhouzza would be a norn and thus rhouzza would be the bigger of them. hestia LIKES being the big horned goth gf

jen next because i've been doing a lot with her lately

okay jen would actually kind of HATE this because this would make her a lot shorter. she'd also hate having less fingers, it'd make it harder to even TRY to play instruments amongst other things. the ears would probably hit her in the face a lot especially when she's using air magic, and the main thing that would make her feel better is being told she's cute and having people scritch her behind the ears

i'd like to think the whole thing of asura history with sylvari would be a nonissue but it's worth mentioning it given her involvement with dagonet and how close dagonet and malomedies are in our au

she would definitely not want to remain an asura afterwards

okay okay sol next!! bring on..... the solvari

a few more screenshots for this one to make sure you see the glow as well

sol would feel... kind of weird about being a sylvari?

one thing that's worth noting here actually: he's trans, has undergone top surgery, and gone part way through his trial with his totem spirit to affirm his gender

(i don't have the full hc for this mapped out yet and it'd be hard to quantify when it'd be different for every norn, but it's essentially a transitional journey that focuses on embracing themselves if that makes sense? it doesn't necessarily end in physical transition, though in sol's case it's been similar to a physical transition in a lot of aspects. it also takes different lengths of time for everyone - for sol he's gotten a good way through but he's got that issue of putting himself aside for everyone else's sake.)

so change isn't weird for sol at all! but this would be, especially getting used to the idea that there's parts of himself he can just.. change at will? but he'd vibe pretty good with that honestly

i don't know that he'd vibe entirely with some of the textural differences. he really likes the feeling of hair and fur, they feel very much like home to him.

overall i definitely think he'd be happy to be norn again after that year, and i almost feel like something like this would help him on his trial by giving him a new perspective

HERE COMES AISLINN....

aislinn would LOVE being a charr. soft and fluffy, big and huggable

she'd miss her pretty glow and her freckles but she would adore her spots

it would definitely be a learning curve for her to adjust to being a charr, but her enthusiasm would translate to much patience with her own struggles, and given many of her friends and colleagues are also very young sylvari i think they would be very patient and excited alongside her

i think of all my characters she'd be the one who'd kinda not want to change back, even if she does love being a sylvari!

and finally, leti as a norn........

leti would have like, no issues adjusting to being a norn apart from the height difference i don't think? she'd get used to the rest of it very quickly, and probably revel in her increased height, even if she'd be short for a norn

the primary obstacle would be adapting to her lab, or adapting her lab to herself, but she's nothing if not resourceful and patient

she'd consider staying a norn after the year was up, even if she has absolutely no issues with being an asura

#Anonymous #hedj talks guild wars

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nbrook29 · 4 years ago

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love you to the moon and to saturn

This is part 4 of my Sander in NYC ‘verse. I posted it on ao3, but recently I’ve also been posting my fics on tumblr so here it is 😌

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: mild sexual content

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Saturday, 10:00

His sleep was anxious, mind too preoccupied with stress to allow him to get a proper rest. The wake up was even worse as mere seconds after he blinked the sleep away from his tired eyes the memories of last night crept back in, flooding him with worry and making his brain replay the argument over and over again like a broken cassette. And then he checked his phone only to find a string of messages and missed calls, all from Sander, causing his stomach to twist with nerves at what they were going to say.

His abrupt leaving had been a dick move and if Sander was pissed, Robbe knew he couldn’t blame him. So he stalled, finger barely swiping at the screen as he was unsure whether to unlock it and face the consequences or maybe throw the phone back on his bedside table and bury himself under the covers to wait for his courage to come back and for his nerves to settle.

Heaving a sigh, he chose option number one because it was the only rational one.

He tapped Sander’s photo, holding his breath without even registering it.

Two seconds later he knew.

He didn’t need to worry.

Sunday 13:00

Robbe hides another smile into his glass at the thought of yesterday’s evening, trying to focus on what Marie is saying. She’s talking animatedly about a guy she met at her new internship, hearts almost flowing out of her eyes as she swoons on the wooden stool and sips her black coffee. She’s the kind of girl who falls in love quickly and falls out of love just as quick. Across from where he’s sitting, he sees Fien and Lucas rolling their eyes at her exaggerated lovesick sighes making him snort in his marshmallow latte.

“Weren’t you obsessed with that lanky guy from Starbucks last week? What happened to him?”

Marie shrugs, tossing her long brown hair back from her shoulders. “I decided he was too old for me.”

“Didn’t you say he was 21?” Robbe interjects with amusement, remembering their group messenger chat he caught up with this morning.

“Exactly!”

They all start bickering about the appropriate age difference in relationships, Robbe watching them as he munches happily on one of the soggy marshmallows he fished out from his cup, trying not to giggle at Lucas’ scandalized face at Marie calling 21 old. Robbe knows from the many stories Lucas has shared so far that his own boyfriend is a senior at college so his reaction is even more entertaining because of that.

It feels good to be around them again, Robbe thinks to himself. He’s been canceling on them way too often those last few weeks and he still feels guilty about it. They’re a fun bunch, their bantery dynamic established since day one when they all chose the middle row to sit in during their morning classes, and then promptly spent half of it bonding over the outrageous occurrence that was the absence of a coffee shop on the campus. Not long after, Robbe also discovered that apart from the passion for filmmaking, they all also like skateboarding. After that, the rest was history.

They were for sure a nice distraction from Robbe’s intrusive thoughts in the beginning of the semester. He lucked out, finding his group, his people, so early on in his college journey. But at some point even their goofiness and honest attempts at cheering him up weren’t enough. Not since the news from Sander came that he’s staying in New York until February and since the thing with Jens.

Now, observing them from over his half-drunk coffee, lips twitching at some of the more creative but still lowkey insults Marie and Lucas throw at each other, he realizes he has really missed them. They’re like siblings, the two of them, constantly bickering and teasing one another, but it’s all good-natured and amusing to watch.

“Oh my god, let it go, children, for the love of god,” Fien cuts in abruptly, before turning her big expectant eyes on Robbe, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger and adding innocently, “I’d finally like to hear about Sobbe’s makeup.”

Heat rushes to Robbe’s cheeks and he scratches at the back of his neck, bashful all of a sudden. She’s the number one fangirl of his relationship, he has learned recently, but in a cute way, not creepy like Aaron sometimes used to be with his invasive questions. She always moans about being forever single, pouting at Robbe for some fluffy snippets and claiming in faux-seriousness that he owes it to the world to share them with others for being lucky enough to have a fairytale-like love story.

Robbe has never disclosed to them how unfairytale-like some of the details are because it’s not his story to tell. But he really likes her so he always indulges her, usually after a bit of teasing. And, sue him, but he’s proud of his relationship and the fact that he of all people can call Sander his boyfriend, so even if he brags a little, he thinks he has good reasons for it.

(He’s still kinda smug when he thinks about the time when he showed the three of them a photo of Sander, a pleased little smile on his face at their reactions and playful threats of stealing him for themselves.)

“Oh yeah, I wanna know too,” Marie agrees excitedly, scooting her chair closer to him. “You’ve been all smiley ever since you came over here so I’m guessing that hottie of yours did something right,” she ends on a teasing note, her waggling eyebrows leaving Robbe no doubts she expects some saucy details.

“Oh my god, stop,” he groans as he hides his face in his hands, his friends giggling at his embarrassment. “It wasn’t like that! We just… finally talked things out.”

Saturday, 18:00 (flashback to last night)

Robbe’s been gnawing on his bottom lip relentlessly, completely unaware, to the point it’s a few bites away from drawing blood. He can’t help but feel nervous, the cursor hovering over the 'accept' button as he's rolling his eyes on himself internally, telling himself to stop making a bigger deal out of this that it needs to be. There is a bit of embarrassment clouding his logical reasoning to be honest, embarrassment about his overreaction last night.

Was it an overreaction? He's still not completely sure, but it's not like avoiding the situation is going to magically fix everything between them. Even though he'd really like that. It feels so awkward to be in this position. Robbe doesn't know what the protocol here is. They bicker, quite often even. Fight a little too, stomping off out of each other’s room grumpily but only over stupid stuff, nothing like this.

He's walking on an unknown ground just hoping he's not going to make things worse. He desperately needs their dynamic back because he's already over it.

Not being able to share the most mundane every day stuff with each other over texts to joke about it, rile the other up or just vent about something stupid like their coffees not being hot enough on a given rainy morning sucks.

So he takes a deep breath and clicks on the button before he works himself into a never-ending second-guessing.

When Sander says a soft hi and smiles at him with the usual warmth in his eyes, something akin to relief courses through him from head to toe.

He gives him his own tentative smile and a short hi, pushing himself higher against the pillows. Before Sander can say anything more, he lets go of what has been weighing down on him the entire day.

“I’m sorry,” he starts, contrite. “About yesterday. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just logged off like that without explanation. And then ignore your messages,” he adds after a pause because that’s what he feels most guilty about. He knows he’d freak out if Sander just cut him off without giving him an opportunity to talk things out, would worry himself sick.

Sander looks conflicted, brows knitted together, like a part of him wants to reassure Robbe because it's in his nature, but the other part is genuinely hurt. Robbe doesn't want compassion. Not for that, because he knows he doesn’t deserve it. Causing Sander distress is the last thing he wants.

"Yeah, it did suck," he finally admits after a moment passes, and Robbe finds comfort in his honesty. It’s a good start. They won’t get anywhere with false niceties and pretending everything’s fine. Robbe tried pretending, yesterday and most of their calls before that, and it got them where they are now.

“I mean, I know you didn’t want to talk about your problems yesterday,” pausing, he scrunches up his nose a bit, “but maybe next time just don’t log off so abruptly so I know you’re okay?” his voice tilts on a hopeful note.

Robbe just nods, feeling shameful, hating that there’s not much more that he can do when he’s talking to him through his computer, and can’t exactly reach out to cuddle up to Sander’s side or kiss the underside of his jaw as a silent apology to then stay close for the rest of the evening as they heal together.

It’s frustrating and disheartening, but it affects them both the same amount and Robbe needs to remember that. Because the truth is, Sander didn’t exactly give him a legitimate reason to doubt him or to think he didn’t miss him. Those full of hurt eyes Sander gave him yesterday at the suggestion have been eating away at him all day.

Robbe just got swallowed by his own insecurities and let the little things that bothered him consume him all instead of, well. Communicating.

Sander was right yesterday. Of course he was.

He knows he has some more apologies to give.

“I’m also sorry for not telling you earlier how I felt,” he keeps pouring his heart out, “and for, you know, assuming you don’t miss me much, and-”

“Woah, hey,” Sander stops him before he can get himself deeper into the spiral. “Robbe, I fucked up too, don’t take it all on yourself.” He adjusts his laptop and Robbe can see his face clearer now, his eyes bloodshot and tired, a clear sign of a sleepless night, and the guilt clogs his throat even more now.

“I should have seen something wasn’t right.” When Robbe shakes his head and goes back to apologizing, Sander shoots him a pointed look that makes him shut up. “I should have, don’t deny it. You know, I took a long walk yesterday after you hung up, to clear my head, but also to get a perspective on our latest talks. And I felt so dumb for not realizing you were not doing okay.”

“Sander, I don’t expect you to read my mind,” Robbe tries to joke, but it falls flat even in his own ears. But he can’t bear those big regretful eyes on him. He doesn't deserve them.

“Baby, I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you the way you needed me to. Please tell me now? What’s been bothering you, hmm?”

Robbe scrubs his face trying to collect his thoughts, to find a concise way to get everything out of his chest, but he doesn’t know where to start.

“It may take a while.”

Sander makes a show of fluffing the pillow he placed against his back and getting himself more comfortable on his bed, sighing with contentment for a better effect.

“Look, I’m in my comfy clothes, got an energy drink on my nightstand, the computer battery is full and I told everyone I’m busy so they won’t nag me with anything. I’m all yours today.” He gives him an encouraging smile, fondness etched into every crevice of his face.

Robbe’s heart does a little skip at his words, Sander’s demeanor so comforting that he feels the last pieces of apprehension ebbing away, the need to vent overpowering the hesitation of showing his vulnerability.

“I think I just found myself overwhelmed with some things,” he admits quietly, picking at his nail, an absent-minded habit when he’s nervous, as he’s trying to find the right words. “A lot has changed in those last few months, almost all at once, and I kinda have trouble coping. And like,” he scoffs at himself, “I’m angry with myself ‘cause I should be enjoying most of it, being in college and majoring in something that I actually like, and it’s great, but I can’t help but focus on all the things that are different now, things that are not so great.”

Before continuing, he flicks his gaze to Sander for a second, only to then cast his eyes back to his lap. “The last two years with you were the happiest of my life, you know? After years of bullshit and constant misery and pretending to be somebody I wasn’t I-,” he sighs, bittersweet smile on his lips,”I finally found my person, you know?”

Sander mirrors his smile, but he’s frowning a little. “But you still have me,” he reminds him softly.

“I know, but it sucks when I can’t just, I don’t know, snuggle up you and forget about stuff. It’s all your fault, by the way, you’ve been too good to me and now I have withdrawal symptoms,” he pouts, and hears Sander chuckling on the other side of the screen.

“You have no idea how much I wish virtual hugs were a thing. And kisses, oh my god, kisses too. I’m so kiss-deprived. Once I finally get my hands on you, I won’t let you go for a week.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

For a short moment, Sander manages to bring a genuine smile on his face, but it quickly disappears when the reality sets back in. There are still almost four long months to get through. He watches Sander’s smile slipping off his face slowly and he knows they’re both thinking about it.

The boy sighs deeply. “You know, sometimes I feel like it was a mistake to-”

Robbe’s eyes snap to him. “No, no, no, don’t think that, it wasn’t a mistake. Please don’t feel guilty or something, that’s the last thing I want you to do,” he stresses. Sander still looks conflicted, and fuck, this is exactly what Robbe wanted to avoid.

“Hey, I’m serious. Look, you not being here is tough, but like I said, it’s just things piling up, changing. Shit like school work that has been piling up and me getting so stressed about the end-of-the-semester project because I still haven’t figured out the details. Plus people moving away, all of that makes it difficult for me to adjust. So don’t go thinking it’s because you’re the center of my universe or something,” he ends his rambling with a feigned-offended huff and Sander easily lets them slip into their usual banter.

“I’m not?! Wow, the things a guy finds out after being such a devoted and doting and loving boyfriend.” He wipes the imaginary tear, letting out a long-suffering sigh. “Such a menace, breaking my heart in half on this lovely Saturday afternoon.” He purses his lips in offence and Robbe is grateful for Sander’s attempt to lift the mood, trying to be upbeat.

He feels a tug in his chest thinking about how if Sander was here, he’d be tackling him to the nearest surface to shut him up with tickles and loud smooches and playful jabs in the sides and how they would make much more noise than necessary, acting like the rambunctious teens they are.

That’s going to have to wait too. But he discovers this thought doesn’t hurt as much as it would have yesterday because their conversation right now, this opportunity to vent and Sander’s texts last night, all of it makes him feel better, helps him see he’s not alone.

“I love you,” he blurts out all of a sudden, and it’s something he’s wanted to say since he read his heartfelt texts this morning that almost made him cry in relief.

Sander blinks a couple times, surprised, but then his previously playful face melts into such a fond look it makes Robbe blush like it was the first time he said it.

The I love you too comes right away, soft and quiet, like he’s telling a secret, and it’s heart-stoppingly precious.

To keep himself from drowning in fuzzy feelings, he shoots him a private little smile and steers the conversation back to his friends, telling him how it sucks that it’s they all now live away and how unexpectedly difficult it is to meet up. Robbe’s used to basically having everyone at arm-reach.

“We do video call, obviously, but you know, Milan is all loved up with Ralph in Amsterdam and not that keen on leaving their love nest and Zoe and Senne keep traveling between Genk and Ghent, which with Zoe’s coursework and internship is already a struggle. I don’t think they’re doing that well, actually,” he winces, remembering their last conversation.

If during freshman year somebody had told Robbe who his best friends were going to be, he’d looked at them as if they had grown two heads. Because for real, Jana’s new friend and her roommate? And school’s fuckboy?

But life’s funny like that sometimes. Moving into their apartment in his sophomore year has been one of the best decisions he’s ever made. His number one best decision is currently frowning at him from his dirty screen.

“Oh, that sucks. Do you think they’ll work it out?”

Robbe sighs deeply, propping his chin on the heel of his palm. “Senne has been thinking about finding a job in Genk so I hope so.”

Sander huffs a laugh suddenly, shaking his head. “Wow, I wish I was in his place and there were only 2 hours between us, instead of a whole ass ocean.”

“Yeah, I think once you’re back we’re gonna have a master's degree in that long distance bullshit,” Robbe smiles at him wistfully.

“Ugh, never again though. You’re not getting rid of me, it sucks without you, Robin.” He sounds so grumpy Robbe can’t help the short giggle that escapes him, but deep down he’s happy they both share that sentiment.

They’re staring at each other now, enjoying the moment before Sander shoots him a knowing look. “You haven’t mentioned Jens.”

That sobers him up enough for the fuzzy feelings to disappear from his stomach.

Jens. There’s not much to talk about really. And isn’t that a punch-in-a gut kind of truth considering it was his best friend? Isn’t it heartbreaking that Robbe didn’t even feel like fighting for that relationship and there’s a nagging voice in his head telling him that Jens didn’t either? Just a regular heated argument was enough to finally cut that last string, to put a stop to a friendship that had been hanging by a thread long before. Not that they had noticed.

He felt awful, afterwards. More alone than ever before. But deep down he knew it had only been a matter of time. He just wished Sander had been there to pick up the pieces.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Robbe winces, going back to apologizing once he translates his feelings to words the best he can, hoping he made Sander understand.

The boy pulls a face at him, eyes narrowed as he pretends to give him a stern look. “Enough with apologizing today, okay?” He waits until Robbe nods, albeit begrudgingly, because it’s in his second nature to keep saying sorry when he knows he messed up.

He nestles against his pillows to get more comfortable as he glances to the window, registering that sometime during their call it got completely dark outside, November days getting shorter still. He can feel tiredness starting to creep into his bones, the nervous anticipation before their call he had endured all day wearing him down significantly.

There are still some things he needs to get out of his chest and Sander coaxes them gently one by one, listening to him moaning and groaning about his school course load and how he thinks he’s not skilled enough to come up with interesting ideas and being quick to cut him off and reassure him when Robbe’s words get self-deprecating. He’s so attentive and so patient with him, not even an ounce of judgement in his eyes that Robbe feels the pressure and stress that have accumulated over the last few weeks finally letting go with each word he pours out.

When the conversation eventually steers to Robbe’s uni friends and he admits sheepishly that he kinda ghosted them lately, feeling too blue to go out and have fun, Sander interrupts him mid-sentence.

“You should reach out to them, tonight.”

At Robbe’s unsure look, he continues, “If they’re as cool as you made them out to be, I’m sure they’re gonna understand you needed some time to figure things out.”

He then proceeds to cover his ears and whistle, refusing to talk more until Robbe caves and shoots a text to the group chat, trying to keep it short, but explaining things along the way and making amends. Sander’s very pleased with his persuasion skills, beaming at him when Robbe reads him the replies he gets from Lucas, Marie and Fien, wearing a small smile himself as he rolls his eyes at Sander’s smug face.

Sander then asks about his mom and it’s so sweet because he always makes sure to ask, and Robbe falls for him even more each time he does. He’s a bit reluctant when Robbe tries to make him talk about his recent days, keeps saying this call is not about him, but he gives in before Robbe gets upset about it.

Watching his eyes light up with excitement when he talks about his classes works like a balm for Robbe’s yearning heart, Sander’s genuine happiness making his own struggles worth it. It’s a nice reminder that he’s there to make his dreams come true and that it’s everything Robbe has wished for him.

When Sander talks about shenanigans with his friends, Robbe recalls the TikTok video he watched some days ago.

“Nice Michael Jackson moves, by the way,” he comments, trying to sound innocent, but it ends up coming out a little coyishly as he bites at his finger to hide his smirk.

Confusion clouds Sander’s face but only for a second. Then, his lips stretch in a wide grin and he looks very pleased with the confession. “Have you been stalking me, Robin?”

Robbe shrugs, a picture of innocence as he keeps peeking at him from under his lashes. “I might’ve seen a video or two. They’re all so thirsty for you in the comments though,” he adds, putting a note of faux-jealousy in his voice. He quickly noticed that Sander’s new uni friend is semi-popular on the app so his videos always get a fair share of comments. Ever since Sander appeared in them, the hoard of the guy’s fans has been declaring their love for Robbe’s boyfriend under every video. They mostly make him laugh, but sometimes he’ll roll his eyes at some of the raunchier ones, possessiveness that he didn’t know he had activating in his brain.

He waits for Sander’s cocky comment, but to his utter delight, he blushes deep red and scoffs.

“Shut up, it’s so embarrassing,” hiding his face in his hands, he adds, “All of my friends have been teasing me about it constantly.”

“Aww, poor you, being fawned over must be such a hardship, how do you cope?”

“Oh I don’t know, smartass, you can tell me from experience ��cause I saw those comments under your old vlogs.”

Robbe huffs a laugh. “They were nowhere near as detailed as yours!”

“What can I say, I’m irresistible,” Sander quips back and yeah, there he is, Robbe’s favorite (cocky) dork. “If I’d known you’re my TikTok fan, I’d have sent you those videos right away so you wouldn’t have to waste your time searching for them."

Robbe sighs. “They are a nice window to your life there,” he replies offhandedly, not even registering the implied double meaning to his words, but the immediate change in Sander’s amused expression makes him aware of the slip.

Fuck.

“So you noticed. That I’ve been texting you less.”

Robbe drops his gaze, pulling the cover further up his body, feeling awkward again. He doesn’t want to make a big deal out of this.

Sander shifts on his bed, scratching at his head. “I felt like I was too much, you know? I wanted to share every silly thing with you, but then, well, it was something Josh said that I should,” he waves vaguely trying to find the right words, “cut back on my ‘running commentary’ ‘cause it’s probably annoying.”

“Tell Josh he’s stupid,” Robbe cuts in with a huff, grumpily beating his pillow into submission to make it more comfortable.

The corners of Sander’s mouth twitch at his comment, but his face remains sheepish. “I think he was mostly joking, but it got stuck in my mind and made me question every message. In the end, I didn’t send like half of them,” he explains softly, voice colored with poorly hidden self-consciousness. “I didn’t want to give you the impression I don't have time for you, I’m sorry.”

And, fuck. They’re both idiots.

Sander’s brows shoot up when Robbe bursts into giggles out of the blue, clearly surprised with the reaction. But at this point, it feels like the only proper thing to do.

“So basically we could have avoided this whole bullshit if we just talk about all this sooner,” he groans at the realization, burying half on his face in his pillow to hide his heated face because he’s a little embarrassed he blew things out of proportion.

There’s a visible relief on Sander’s face too, eyes crinkling as he regards him with a dopey grin, and Robbe knows.

They’re gonna be fine.

“Here I thought we were masters of communication,” Sander sighs with a faux-disappointment, leaning back to smile at the ceiling. “Fuck, no more of assuming shit, what do you think?”

And that sounds like something Robbe can get behind one hundred percent, more than ready to leave their misunderstandings in the past and just do better. So he nods, chin digging into his collarbone uncomfortably with the position he’s lying in, but it doesn’t matter, he’s too preoccupied with staring at his happy face and swimming in his fuzzy feelings.

“Prepare yourself for an onslaught of photos and messages, I’m not messing around,” Sander warns, smiling at Robbe’s soft okay. “You know, just a few days ago I ended up at Pebble Beach, it was cold as all fucks, but the view was just,” he imitates an explosion over his head and Robbe giggles at his childlike enthusiasm. Then, Sander’s face softens and becomes a little sad. “That place is so romantic that it made me feel like shit without you there,” he sighs, and Robbe can relate. “I’ll take you there one day.”

“You’re gonna take me to New York?” Robbe asks, doubt lacing his voice as he cocks his brow which makes Sander scoff in indignance.

“Hell yeah! You don’t believe me? What do you think I’m doing here everyday? I’m scouting the best places for dates, finding the best skateparks and checking out all the museums so I can be the perfect guide for you!” Sander throws his hands, a duh expression on his face, but there’s a wide smile brewing on his lips letting Robbe know he’s not really offended or anything. And, honestly, Robbe just melts with his words.

“I can’t wait, baby,” he sighs dreamily, rubbing his cheek against his pillow as he gazes at him with what he’s sure is the softest look.

Sander narrows his eyes playfully from above the can of Redbull he’s been sipping on. “Don’t ever doubt I’m gonna go out of my way to impress you.”

Robbe blows him a kiss that morphs into a huge yawn, eyelids growing heavy, forcing him to blink repeatedly to stay away which prompts Sander to tease him a little about boring him, but it quickly dies out and he’s just looking at him fondly.

“You should go to sleep.” He ignores Robbe’s melodic neeees, giving him a stern look that was probably supposed to be intimidating, but he looks too amused to keep it up. Once Robbe gets his promise they will see each other tomorrow, Sander sends him several virtual kisses and goodnights before logging off.

Robbe falls asleep with Sander’s beaming face flowing through his mind.

The sleep that comes is unsurprisingly the calmest he’s had in weeks.

Sunday, 18:00

Sander: And?

Robbe: And what?

Sander: Was I right?

Robbe: About?

Sander: About your friends

Robbe: Kinda

Sander: So it means I was 😎

Robbe: :):):) yes

Sander: Thank you sander

Robbe: Thank you sander

Sander: See, you're so precious everybody's in love with you and forgive you in seconds

Robbe: 🙄

Robbe: Precious srsly?

Sander: So precious 🥰

Robbe: Omg

Sander: Haha

Robbe: We're good 😊

Robbe: But I don't think they are in love with me 😂

Sander: They better not be 🤨 I'll fight them all! 🗡💀🧟🤺

Robbe: Dork ❤

Robbe: I think they a little bit in love with u though 🤔

Robbe: They've been babbling all afternoon about how cute you are 🙄

Robbe: A g a i n *yawn*

Sander: They have good taste 🤷♂️

Robbe: Nah they just don't know your annoying habits so that's why

Sander: 😮 I don't have any how dare you badmouthing me like that

Robbe: 🥴

Robbe: You never wash your coffee cups right away so they lay around

Robbe: You always tickle me when you want sth

Robbe: You're full of corny jokes

Robbe: You eat my fries when I don't look

Robbe: You hog the covers

Robbe: And I still remember that Wednesday when you ate my last bag of chips 💔

Sander: Okay first of all

Sander: Wow

Sander: Don't hold back 🥺

Sander: Second of all

Sander: I THOUGHT THOSE CHIPS WERE MILAN'S I TOLD YOU!!!

Robbe: That's what they all say 💔

Sander: You're unfair, I thought I made up for that lil mistake 🍆

Robbe: Well you did 🙈 but I still remember 😝

Sander: Also you love my jokes

Sander: They're awesome 🤧

Robbe: I'm just messing around 😘😘

Sander: 🥰

Robbe: But I swear to god if I have to listen one more time to Marie waxing lyricals about your 'perfect moles' I'm gonna 🤮

Sander: What haha 😂

Robbe: I mean they are but like

Robbe: Chill girl he's not your man 🤨

Sander: That's right cause I'm your man 😏

Robbe: And don't you forget that

Thursday, 3:48

Soft knuckles brush his skin, body arching into the touch that turns his muscles into jelly and sends liquid fire rushing through him. He’s overheated in the best way possible, seeking out Sander’s tongue, but the boy denies him access, smirk well in place as he pulls back, green eyes cloudy from lust. He’s staring at him like he wants to eat him whole and Robbe almost whimpers, bones melting and lids closing when Sander takes the tender flesh of his neck between his teeth and bites at it ever so gently, but just enough to make Robbe see stars.

He sighs as he feels a ghost of touch on his nipple, Sander leaving a trail of kisses down his sternum as he’s moving so teasingly slow to his final destination, and he doesn’t even hesitate, spreading his legs wider around Sander’s hips in a blatant invitation, blushing hot pink when Sander sends him a fox-like grin, mouthing at his inner thigh.

The details get fuzzy for a few seconds, Robbe blinking rapidly to get his surroundings and finding himself on top of Sander, and there’s an inkling at the back of his brain telling him something’s messed up about the logistics here. He decides to ignore it, focusing back on the moment and Sander’s glistening, kiss-swollen lips, on his eyes transfixed on the place where they’re connected, and he leans down, his tongue sweeping over his Sander’s bottom lip before he starts pressing soft, spit-slick kisses into his mouth. He pushes Sander’s hands up over his head and intertwines their fingers, arching his back as he takes over, the rush of pleasure almost overwhelming him.

“Ohmygod, Sander,” Robbe breathes into his mouth. His hands are trailing all over Sander’s chest and stomach now, squeezing and rubbing almost like he’s his personal plaything.

It’s not long before Sander’s warm hands draw him back towards his chest, lips ghosting along Robbe’s, teasing, always teasing, but not granting permission to properly meet, making Robbe impatient and whine in desperation only for Sander to grin wickedly at him. He feels nails dragging along his spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake, stopping at his cheeks, massaging them to his heart content while Robbe can only pant, rocking back and forth and biting his bottom lip to keep from coming.

He’s an oversensitive, blissed out mess, trying to keep his eyes open to take a mental snapshot of Sander’s lust-blown pupils as they watch each other, Sander fucking him slowly and punching the prettiest sounds out of Robbe’s mouth.

Hips stuttering, he drops back down on his elbows to crash his lips against Sander’s, feeling his body tensing he’s so close and-

Eyes shot wide open, blinking harshly against the darkness of the room. His first instinct is to reach out to the other side of the bed, snuggle closer to the source of heat lying next to him, but his brain catches up with his hands quickly and he stops himself mid-reach, groaning as he flops back on the bed, disappointed. He kicks his covers down grumpily, letting cold air hit his overheated skin, frustrated and too awake to go to sleep now.

Fuck.

Thursday, 13:08

*photo attached*

Sander: Good morning x

Robbe: Heeyy sleepyhead 😘

Robbe: You look cute

Sander: I had very interesting dreams last night

Robbe: Oh yeah?

Sander: Yeah I'm still affected by them 😏

Robbe: Stop it I'm at a coffee shop with the guys!

Sander: I'll have to tell you about it tonight then 😈

Robbe: Can't wait 😘

Sander: Today at 16 my time right?

Robbe: Yep :)

Robbe: You know

Sander: Hmm?

Robbe: I might have some of those dreams too last night

Sander: 🥵🥵🥵

Sander: Do tell

Robbe: 🙈

Sander: Now I’m super intrigued 😈

Robbe: How about I tell you tonight

Robbe: With details

Robbe: Lots of them

Sander: Tonight can't come fast enough 😩

Sander: Looks like I will though 😏

Robbe: Omg you're such a dork 😂

Sander: Did it get u hot

Robbe: No wtf 😂

Sander: ☹🥺

Sander: Kay

Sander: I have to get up now

Sander: I'm late 🙄

Sander: Robin it's raining I don't wanna go out 😩

Robbe: Haha get your pretty ass out of bed and go be a good student!

Sander: Ugh fine 🙄

Sander: I love you ❤

Robbe: ❤

Sander: Hey no, not an emoji, tell me you love me ☹

Robbe: Haha

Sander: Come on

Robbe: 🤐

Sander: Robbe

Robbe: Gotta go 😌

Sander: Okay then 😔💔

Robbe: I love you too idiot ❤❤❤💯

Sander: Yesss 🥰

Sander: Hey that's my emoji 😏 so you like it after all

Robbe: 😂 go to class!!!

Sander: I'm going I'm going

Friday, 19:00

Robbe checks his phone for time again, not wanting to be late for his call with Sander, but there’s still about half an hour until he should get going. It’s been a pleasant evening and a while ago he would have never called any time of the day spent with his father ‘pleasant’, but there he is. Enjoying his dinner not only with him but also with his girlfriend of six months that he met in July when the first attempts to salvage the relationship with his dad have been made.

And it’s all because of Sander. The fact that he’s even here speaks volumes about his skill of persuasion. If it hadn’t been for his boyfriend, Robbe would have continued to stew in his own juices and ignored his dad.

“How is Sander doing? New York is a jungle.”

Robbe huffs a laugh. “He’s good, he fits in well in the city vibe. But, um, he needs to stay a bit longer, till February actually ‘cause the school postponed the art show.”

He goes for another bite, frown on his face at the mere reminder of the change of plans.

“You probably hate it, huh?” his father questions.

His only response is to throw him a duuuh look, making his dad snort.

“You should visit him.”

Robbe looks up from over his spaghetti, expecting to see his dad laughing or winking at him, but both him and Margaux are looking at him with unsuspecting smiles, like the suggestion is the most obvious thing in the world.

He exhales a short dad in a laugh, glancing at them back and forth. “I don’t have a spare several thousand euros lying around waiting to be spent on a trip to New York,” he explains, slight exasperation in his voice.

“Oh I don’t think you’d need that much, Robbe,” Margaux smiles at him as she puts away her fork and reaches for her phone. “A few months ago I was actually backpacking with my friend through the East Coast and, wait, let me check, I have everything saved on my AirBnB account.”

Robbe gets back to his dinner as she scrolls on her phone, trying to squish the building hope in his chest away because even if it’s cheaper than he thinks, there’s still no way he can afford it; his equipment and books for school have eaten all of his savings.

“There it is! Look,” she scoots her chair closer to him, his dad peeking at the phone from the other side. “We stayed in Brooklyn for 98$ a day for a double bed, in Bedford to be exact and the conditions were really nice, plus the train station was close by. I’m sure you could find something half as cheap since it’s just you and the room can be tiny, just to sleep really.”

“That’s a reasonable price, I think,” his dad joins in, and then proceeds to ask her questions about her other expenditures while in the city and the flight prices, debating whether it’s better to drive to Frankfurt and take a direct flight from there or maybe decide on a layover flight from Brussels.

They are so into the planning and discussing the best options that they both jump slightly when Robbe speaks again, clearly forgetting he’s sitting right next to them, a picture of confusion.

“Guys, guys, wait. It doesn’t matter if it’s 1500 euros, or even 1000 euros because that’s still a 1000 euros more than I have to spend on a trip anywhere.”

His dad is so enthralled into checking different flights that he barely raises his head from above his phone, replying offhandedly, “I’ll pay for it.”

And, okay, no. Robbe gapes at him like he grew two heads, spluttering, because hell no.

“No way, I won’t take your money, dad.”

His vehement tone finally makes his father properly regard him and he sighs after a second. “Robbe, please don’t treat it as an attempt to buy you or your feelings.”

Straight to the point, his dad, always has been. It definitely is one the reasons for his refusal, but it’s not only that.

Robbe takes a deep breath to calm down. “Look, dad, it’s still lots of money. I can’t-”

“I’m many things, but irresponsible with money I’m definitely not. So if I say that I can pay for it, it means that I can afford it and it won’t affect me.” He gives him a pointed look. Before Robbe can argue again, he continues. “We can treat it as your Christmas gift. And next year’s birthday gift. And last two Christmases gifts as well.”

Robbe thinks about the packages he received from his father those holidays, and how he sent them back without even opening. Then, it definitely felt like buying his affection.

“You’ve been doing good at school, got into the university you wanted, you’ve been more responsible those last few years that I could’ve ever asked from you. Then you worked during the summer because you were adamant about paying for school stuff yourself. I think you earn it, Robbe. If you don’t want to go for other reasons, then that’s fine, but if it’s just about the money, please let me give you this.”

“New York is the kind of place everyone should visit at least one,” Margaux says gently. She has a warm smile that immediately made Robbe like her, despite really trying not to for obvious reasons. “And I think Sander would love for you to come visit too.”

Robbe has been torn before she spoke, but the mention of Sander reminds him of their videocall a while back, Sander telling him about places he was going to show him one day, being his guide and taking him to his favorite spots in the city. He can see it all vividly now when the opportunity is at his fingertips, can’t stop the excitement filling his body at the thought of seeing Sander before that dreadful February, even though he’s still now sure what to do.

While he’s been lost in his thoughts, trying to come to some conclusion, Margaux has been typing away at her phone. “Dates around Christmas are very expensive, but what would you say about, let’s say, December 8th? Til December 17th?”

Robbe wouldn’t even consider Christmas because there’s no way he would leave his mom alone for the holidays, but… the dates Margaux offered seem kinda perfect. His main project is due on December 4th so he wouldn’t have to worry about that and it’d be fine if he missed classes for those several days. Completely unaware, he finds himself making plans in his head before he even made a decision to accept his father’s money, but when his eyes snap to his dad’s, the small smile he gives him lets him know he already knows Robbe’s answer.

December 7th, 22:00

His excitement has been uncontainable the entire day, making him so giddy he had to cancel his regular call with Sander because his boyfriend would figure him out in seconds. And that’s the last thing he wants.

He’s still in shock that he somehow managed to keep it from him, planning a surprise in his head ever since he agreed to his dad’s help and working extra hard at uni to afford missing those 8 days of school. There’s apparently been one close call when Younes almost spilled the beans to Sander during their Zoom, but thank god for Yasmina who managed to effortlessly salvage the secret, improvising and coming up with an easy lie, leaving him unsuspicious of any ploy going on.

And Robbe just. He just can’t wait. He’s been counting hours since last week, his lips yearning to be kissed by his favorite person, body pining for touch and caress.

Lost in the dreams of their reunion, Robbe’s startled by a ping from his phone, lips stretching in a wide smile when he sees a notification from Sander’s instagram. He opens it, curious, melting when he’s greeted with a graffiti sign saying ENKEL LIEFDE, Sander’s style easily recognizable to him. Underneath, there’s a heart and his own handle and that shit never fails to make Robbe heart stutter. There’s a DM from Sander waiting for him as well, the same photo, but Sander’s caption says The High Line needed its own version of my love declaration for you, but unfortunately I couldn’t find enough space for a redo of your gorgeous face Robin :( So I did this :) You like it?

He replies with a bunch of red hearts, likes the post and adds another heart in a comment because there’s never too many of those. Then he flops back on his bed, a smile glued to his face.

Nineteen hours.

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Woensdag 18:49

The address that Zoë had texted them (that he fired off to the Broerrrs) was not far from the flatshare. At best, it was a three-minute walk. It was a hole-in-the-wall bar, like the one that Senne recommended to Jens for their “guys’ night.” Through the large glass windows along the wall, he could see all five of the girls near the back of the bar. They were sitting at two tables shoved together with a mess of chairs scattered around them.

Robbe knew that he would be the first of his friends to arrive at the bar. Moyo had rushed home to check on his mom, Aaron was swinging his mom’s house to check on his younger brother, and Jens was swinging by the coffee shop to pick up Lucas, who had been scheduled to work until 18:30. Robbe had only stopped by the flatshare to drop off his backpack, making sure to grab his wallet from the depths of his backpack, before he headed out.

When the bell signaled his appearance, every person in the bar naturally turned to see who it was. The bartender fired off a greeting and asked about his drink. Robbe was barely able to hold up his pinky before Jana came crashing into him. She threw her arms around him as Robbe tried his best not to lose his balance. She laughed before pulling back and grinning. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too,” Robbe said.

And he genuinely meant it.

While he had been the one to fuck up by spilling the secret that she confided in Robbe, he had missed their friendship. When they met in groups, it was a little easier. But Robbe had been genuinely upset about hearing that she was moving to America. At her going-away party, Robbe had hugged her tightly and told her he wanted to make sure they kept in touch. He knew that he would never truly make up for his actions, but he wanted to try and be a better friend for her.

“Here you go,” the bartender said, sliding a beer across the counter. Once Robbe paid, Jana practically dragged him over to the table, her ponytail bouncing behind her. Zoë had patted the chair to her left and Robbe sat down. Jana took her seat between Zoë and Yasmina. Though the two had seen each other earlier that day, Yasmina waved at him and Robbe grinned in response.

Within seconds, Jana was slipping back into a conversation with Luca about her boyfriend. Robbe felt bad for accidentally interrupting their conversation with his arrival. Glancing around the table, Zoë leaned over to furtively get his attention. Though Yasmina seemed to notice, the other girls didn’t. Confused, Robbe turned in her direction and Zoë whispered, “There is a chance of Senne dropping by later. Do your best to act surprised, okay?”

“You haven’t told the girls about you and Senne?” Robbe whispered.

“You only know because Milan caught him making coffee one morning and Milan is physically incapable of keeping his mouth shut,” Zoë reminded him. Robbe nodded. That afternoon, Milan had practically knocked down his bedroom door in his eagerness to tell Robbe the scoop, with the embarrassed Zoë on his heels. Robbe had been worried that he would have to help Zoë dispose of a body that day. “I’m not sure, but Amber might know because her brother is Senne’s best friend. So, please?”

Robbe nodded. Zoë sent him a thankful glance as Robbe took a sip of his beer.

“Hey, Robbe,” Luca spoke up. She was seated beside Amber, who kept glancing toward the door with an increased frequency. “Where are the other Broerrrs? Are they running late?”

Despite not being the target of the conversation, Amber turned to Luca. “Aaron had to run to check on his brother because his mom is working late at the hospital.” She paused, turning to Robbe. “I’m not sure about Moyo and Jens though.”

“Moyo had to run home to check on his mom so he’s going to be late,” Robbe said. He glanced down at his watch to check the time. “And I’m not sure about Jens because they should’ve left the coffee shop twenty minutes ago and it’s only five minutes away from here.”

Zoë turned to him, a thoughtful look on her face. “Maybe they stopped by the flatshare? I don’t imagine that he would want to come in his uniform.”

“Or they probably stopped to make out,” Luca said, smirking. Beside her, Amber snickered and Yasmina rolled her eyes. Zoë bit down on her lip, trying to hide her own knowing smile, and Robbe nodded. It surely sounded like Jens and Lucas. They had a tendency to get all wrapped up in each other and not look at the time. “You might want to send them a text to make sure that they’re still coming,” Luca said, snickering.

Beside her, Amber shifted out of her seat as the bell chimed when the door opened. Robbe glanced over his shoulder to see Aaron moving to meet Amber in a kiss as Moyo headed to the bar to order two beers. Jana half-turned to hug Moyo and Aaron when they approached. “You know what, I think I will,” Robbe muttered. He pulled out his phone and sent out a text to Jens. It took several moments before he got a response.

Jens: On our way.

Looking over his shoulder, Zoë chuckled. “That’s exactly what they were doing.” Moyo took a seat next to Robbe, clapping him on the shoulder. Aaron sat on the other side of the table between Amber and Yasmina, who smiled at him for a greeting.

“Who stopped to make out?” Jana questioned, curious. The girl was half-turned to Zoë in her chair. Her blue eyes darted between Robbe and Zoë, who simply glanced at each other. Glancing around the table before returning their gaze to them, Jana asked, “Does Jens have a girlfriend?”

Robbe smirked. “Not quite.”

Jana blinked in confusion. Twice. Three times. Then, she grinned, looking like she had just stumbled upon gossip gold. “Wait, Jens has a new boyfriend?” The looks on their faces must’ve been answer enough because her grin got bigger. “That’s amazing! Since when?”

“About two months now,” Moyo said. He glanced at Robbe, who nodded his head to let him know that he was correct.

“Who is it?” she asked. She turned to Zoë, who glanced up. “Do I know who it is?”

“It’s Milan’s cousin,” Amber said.

“Milan’s cousin?” Jana questioned. She raised an eyebrow, reaching for her phone. “I didn’t even know he had a cousin, but it’s been so long since I’ve been on Instagram. Studying for finals while packing was absolute hell.”

The bell rang, signaling the door opening. Jens stepped into the bar with Lucas right behind him. Both of them had swollen lips and looked like they had just run from the flatshare. Lucas had switched his coffee shop uniform for a pair of shorts and a button-up floral shirt. Jens was still wearing his outfit from earlier but his shirt was wrinkled. Seeing the group staring at them, Jens grinned at them as Lucas ordered two beers. “We made it. Sorry. This one couldn’t keep his hands off me.”

Though Jens wasn’t looking at him, Lucas sent him a look that clearly stated, ‘Yeah, right.’

Jana hopped off her seat and moved to hug Jens. Even though they were almost the same height, Jana stood on her toes to fully hug him. Her ex-boyfriend returned the hug with one arm. Once they separated, he grinned at her. “How’s America been treating you?”

“Good,” Jana said.

Lucas stepped forward with two glasses of beer in his hands. Without the use of his hands, Lucas gave him a gentle kick and Jens automatically turned toward him. He took the glass of beer without pausing and turned back to Jana, who was grinning at the two of them. “Jana, this is Lucas, my boyfriend. Lucas, this is Jana, my—”

“Ex-girlfriend,” Lucas filled in, grinning. He held out his hand to Jana, who took it gingerly and shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, finally. I’ve heard a lot about you from Zoë and Jens. Mostly from Zoë because we live together and your visit is all she’s been talking about for weeks.”

“And you’re the boyfriend,” Jana mirrored. “It’s so nice to meet you as well. I’m a little caught off-guard because Jens and I haven’t talked in months. But I need to ask you a serious question.” There was a brief nervous look that flashed across Lucas’s face before he nodded. Jana looked towards Jens before leaning closer. As Lucas leaned closer, Jens glanced between the two of them confused. Then with a straight and serious face, Jana asked, “Does he still drool when he sleeps?”

Jens blinked. “What? I’ve never d—”

“Yes,” Lucas interrupted, nodding frantically.

Jens let out a groan, running a hand down his face, as the entire group burst into laughter.

…

Woensdag 19:53

“No!” Jana exclaimed, covering her mouth. The rest of the group watched as her eyes darted between Robbe and Zoë, who had her chin resting against her palm. “You’re kidding! Someone actually thought that you guys were dating?”

“Yeah,” Zoë said, nodding her head. Jana laughed. “We were just walking around the supermarket, trying to get stuff for dinner that night, and this older woman walks up to us. She was as sweet as she could be and really well-meaning. But she started going off about how cute we were together and how we would have beautiful children with bright brown hair—because this was a few months ago, when I had grown my hair out because it was completely fried.”

Jana nodded in understanding and Robbe snickered.

“But have you seen the two of you?” Luca spoke up, laughing. “You would. If you two were each other’s type and were into each other.”

Zoë rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Anyway, she wouldn’t let either one of us get a word in on this conversation to correct her. It lasted nearly ten minutes and we were just standing there, waiting for this conversation to end. And she finally stops talking and she’s looking so proud of herself, right, but, then…” She paused dramatically, pretending to think, before she turned to Robbe, a sly smile tugging on her ruby red lips. “What exactly did you say to her, Robbe?”

Robbe sighed loudly as he leaned back in his chair. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Yes,” Jana said.

Zoë nodded, scrunching up her nose.

“What did you say?” Luca asked, her eyes wide.

Three seats over with an arm wrapped around Lucas, Jens raised an eyebrow and smirked over at him. “We’re waiting for you, bro.”

Robbe let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair. His friends were staring at him, waiting for him to speak. Zoë was already descending into borderline manic laughter before he even said a word. “After a few seconds of staring at her, I said, ‘My boyfriend wouldn’t be happy.’” As soon as the words left his mouth, his friends were overcome with laughter and it boomed over the entire bar. Robbe pursed his lips to try and keep his smile down, but he lost control of it quickly. “She was mortified.”

Zoë laughed in agreement, leaning against Robbe’s shoulder.

“As she should,” Lucas remarked, wiping tears from his eyes. Beside him, Jens was trying to control his laughter. “That’s what she gets for assuming.”

The bell rang, signaling that someone else had entered the bar. “Are we interrupting something?” Senne de Smet moved in their direction, smiling nervously at all of them. There were looks of confusion on all of their friends’ faces, with the sole exception of Lucas, who looked impassive, while Robbe tried his best to act shocked. The former playboy was wearing a black hoodie with a pair of denim jeans and a t-shirt. He made a beeline for Zoë, who reached out for his hand.

Before Senne had even taken her hand, Amber stood up on what Robbe presumed to be the footrests of her seat and practically shouted, “I knew it! You guys are back together.” Senne laughed, wrapping his arm around Zoë and patting Robbe’s back. While still resting her head against Robbe’s shoulder, Zoë wrapped her arm around Senne and pulled him closer against her side. “Why didn’t you tell me? You knew I was right!”

“Did I?” a deep voice asked from behind Senne. The voice tugged at something familiar in the back of Robbe’s brain. He tried to search it, pin down the detail of where he had heard it before, but he was coming up empty. As soon as he felt like he had a clear vision, it disappeared between his fingers like smoke, fading into the air. Zoë glanced at him, her eyebrows narrowing in confusion. Robbe could see the question forming in her eyes, but before she could ask, someone moved around the table, draping one arm over the back of Amber’s chair. “Senne doesn’t bore me with every little detail of his love life. Just like I don’t bore him with every detail of mine.”

Amber rolled her eyes. “Somehow, I highly doubt that.”

Robbe felt his eyes go wide and he swallowed the gasp that threatened to escape out of his mouth.

It was him.

The guy from outside the bar.

Sander.

In the bright lights of the bar—and a little bit more sober than on Friday—the man looked different than he did in the alleyway. For starters, Robbe could see him a lot more clearly in the brightly-lit bar. Robbe could see the scar beside his right eye and the beauty mark on his cheek. His jawline was sharper than he thought, capable of cutting glass and steel, and his full lips turned up in a smile. He stripped off his jacket and Robbe saw it all in slow-motion; the reveal of his gray graphic t-shirt, the sunflower, the dragonflies, the forest, the silver ring on his right hand. He ran a hand through his bleached hair, exposing the brown roots against his scalp, and tossed the jacket on the back of Amber’s chair.

Shit, Robbe thought. The guy, Sander, was even hotter than Robbe remembered.

From two seats over, Lucas turned to him and raised a knowing eyebrow. Robbe tried to subtly flip him off.

“Why is that so hard to believe?” Sander asked.

“Because,” Amber remarked. “The two of you have practically never left each other’s side since Luka moved to Brussels! I find it very hard to believe that you wouldn’t know. Especially with your innate ability to ‘know all.’”

“Well, we have left each other’s side, thank you very much,” Sander pointed out, gesturing in the direction of Senne without looking. Robbe wondered, briefly, if he would remember him from outside the bar. There was a part of Robbe that hoped he didn’t, because he would get a second chance at making a good first impression. Plus, Robbe wasn’t generally a memorable person. “Besides,” Sander said. In one quick moment, he leaned over and took a sip of the drink in her hand before moving on like it never even happened. “It wasn’t my secret to tell, because I’m sure they had their reasons.”

Amber rolled her eyes. When he tried to reach out for another sip, she turned and pushed him away with her free hand. Sander pouted (cutely) and Senne let out a booming laugh. The focus at the table quickly shifted to Zoë and Senne. Robbe felt like he could barely hear the imposing questions that the group was throwing at the couple because he was watching Sander, who was glancing at each of them in turn.

Then, his eyes landed on him, emerald green connecting with brown, and Robbe felt as though an electric current shot through him at maximum intensity. There was a look of recognition that flashed through Sander’s eyes and his lips turned up into a greeting grin. His mouth fell open, like he was about to speak out loud, speak to Robbe, and he could feel his stomach flipping around and—

“Robbe?”

For a second, he didn’t register the lighter voice and he thought it was Thomas, because he was the only person that would be looking for him. But the wave of panic was only temporary, quelling when he spotted the short black bob cut and the septum piercing over Senne’s shoulder. Once he spotted that, he felt his body relax immensely as Zoë turned to glance at him. “Noor?” he said.

The girl grinned at him, deep red lipstick and all.

Once Zoë had moved her head, Robbe climbed out of his seat and moved towards the girl. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing a featherlight kiss against his cheek, and Robbe dutifully mirrored the action against her own cheek. Behind him, the chattering returned to normal and Robbe stepped back from his friend. Noor beamed up at him. “How are you doing? It’s been a while since we’ve talked.”

“Yeah,” Robbe said. “About four months now, right?”

“Yeah, last time I think we talked was a week or two after dinner.”

Once or twice a year, the handful of Antwerp streamers liked to get together and have a homemade dinner at one of their places. From the major streamers with thousands of daily viewers, to smaller ones like Noor, across all games and genres, everyone was invited. They even had their own Discord server. At the last dinner, the two of them had hit it off rather quickly. They had talked all evening about Noor’s girlfriend and her artwork, Robbe’s trouble with Thomas, and day-to-day streamer stuff. After the party, Robbe had kept in contact with her, but the break up forced him into a mindset of living day-by-day and they hadn’t talked a lot since.

“Yeah, yeah,” Robbe started, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry about not responding to you. I was going through a—”

“Hey,” Noor interrupted gently. Robbe stopped as the black-haired girl beamed up at him. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Come on, I’ll buy you a drink and we can catch up on the last few months.”

“Are you sure? I can buy your drink.”

“Nonsense, Robbe,” Noor said. She grabbed him roughly by the arm and pulled him in the direction of the bar. Glancing behind him, he saw that Senne had taken Robbe’s seat and Zoë leaned against his side. The rest of them had fallen into easy conversation. “I am perfectly capable of buying your drink. If it makes you feel any better, you can buy my next one.”

It sounded like a fair trade. “That sounds good to me,” Robbe replied. As soon as Noor let his arm go and the bartender leaned over to take her order, Robbe found his eyes wandering back over to the table. He stared at the group, not really absorbing what he was seeing until his eyes flitted over to Sander, who stood in the space between Amber and Aaron, holding a single glass of beer that Robbe hadn’t seen before. He stared at him for a beat as Sander conversed with his friends.

Then, his green eyes darted back to Robbe and the electric shock returned, coursing through his entire body.

“So,” Robbe said, abruptly. He turned his gaze back to Noor, who counted out money for the bartender. She glanced up at his voice and pushed the beer glass to him by the coaster. “How has your life been the past five months?”

…

Woensdag 20:58

To add three new chairs to their table, they had to shift the tables around to make room. What transpired was a lot of laughter and giggles as people bumped elbows and knees to scoot around. Sander had originally tried to squeeze his seat between Amber and Aaron, but the blonde pushed him out of the way. As a result, he ended up sitting on Amber’s other side, between her and Luca. Every once in a while, Robbe’s eyes would automatically search the table and land on Sander. Most times, the bleach-blond didn’t notice. Sometimes, he did—green connecting with brown—and Robbe would promptly look away.

In the impromptu shifting of the tables, Jana’s glass had nearly toppled over, losing half of its contents in the process. They all laughed as Jens, ever the bartender, rushed to get a wet towel before the beer dried or left a stain and hit his head on the table as he stood back up. When he returned to Lucas’s side, the older boy placed a kiss on the bump and Jens grinned at him before proceeding to snatch his phone and keep it out of his reach.

“Jens,” Lucas practically shouted, even though the corners of his lips were turned up into a smile. He tried to stand up on the footrests to get his phone, but Jens moved it out of his reach. “What the fuck? Give me my phone back.”

“I told you that your mom is doing fine,” Jens said, trying to sound stern and, ultimately, failing as the corners of his own lips pulled up. Across the table, Sander sat up, leaning toward Amber. Without meaning to, Robbe watched him as he whispered something in her ear before getting up from the table. His eyes followed him until he disappeared out the front door, the bell signaling his departure. When Robbe blinked back to reality, he was thankful to find none of his friends looking at him strangely. “She and your uncle are having a great time and she’s okay.”

“Jens—”

“She’s okay,” Jens replied, smiling down at him. “I promise. You’ve just got to let her relax.”

There was a nagging feeling at the back of Robbe’s head and his eyes wandered back over to the front door. It had only been a few seconds since he had left, but Robbe couldn’t help searching for Sander. Even though Robbe knew he was completely out of sight. Robbe had wanted to properly introduce himself, to show that he wasn’t always upset because of his ex, to thank him for checking on him when he left the bar in complete duress.

But Robbe didn’t want to come across as annoying. If Sander wanted to speak with him, he would have. It had been over an hour since Senne had arrived with his two roommates and Sander hadn’t moved from Amber’s side. Yet, he engaged in group conversations with Amber and Luca, teased Senne from across the table, and tried to act aloof with Aaron, who seemed eager to please him for some reason. Thomas used to tell him that he could sometimes try too hard—and that was the last thing that he wanted to do.

Robbe swallowed.

When Robbe tried to turn back to Noor, he felt something tugging at the back of his brain, urging him to jump to his feet and head outside the bar. Swallowing the anxious bubble that was forming in his throat, Robbe slid out of his chair and got to his feet. At his movement, Zoë looked up at him with curiosity. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Robbe replied. The excuse flew to his tongue without hesitation. “I just wanted to check in with my mom. She’s been quiet most of the day.”

Zoë nodded.

Robbe moved across the bar, heading in the direction of the door. Behind him, he could vaguely hear his friends asking and Zoë repeating his excuse without blinking. As he made it to the door, he pulled out his phone and found his messages with his mom. Stepping out into the mild summer night, he typed out a message to her and sent it quickly.

Robbe: How has your day been? You’ve been quiet. Was it a busy day at work?

As he stepped out beneath the canopy above the door, he let out a breath. It was nearing 21:00, which is generally when his mother took her medications. Almost all of her nightly pills had a side-effect of making her sleepy and they all worked fast. Combine that with her love of getting absorbed in a television show before bed and Robbe wasn’t expecting to hear from her until the next morning.

Glancing up from his phone, he found Sander quite easily.

It wasn’t like it was hard.

Outside of the bar, the street was only partially lit with sconces attached to the brick wall. There were the lights on the street, but they hardly did anything to brighten the sidewalk. It was naturally dark. But Sander’s bright, nearly-white hair stood out among the dark street and the shadows. He was standing on the edge of the sidewalk, facing the street, with a cigarette between his fingertips.

For a moment, Robbe stared at him, wondering what he should say. There was a part of him that wanted to run back into the bar and pretend like he had never left. But there was another part of him that wanted to step forward and thank him for talking to him on Friday—and, maybe, just maybe, talk to him some more. And it was this part that ultimately won the match in his chest, causing him to take a step forward to Sander. “Hey.”

Sander glanced up, still holding the cigarette in his fingertips. At the sight of Robbe, standing there with his hands in his pockets, Sander grinned. “Hey.” There was a brief pause before Sander held out the cigarette to him. “Want a drag?”

On Friday, Robbe had said no.

Now, he took a bold step forward and lifted the cigarette from Sander’s fingers. Sander’s hand dropped to his side as Robbe placed the cigarette against his lips, inhaling a long puff of smoke. A smirk quickly overtook Sander’s smile as green connected with brown again. Robbe exhaled and handed the cigarette back, their fingers briefly touching “I never thanked you.”

“For?” Sander asked.

“For Friday.”

“Oh,” Sander said. “But you did. Thank me, I mean. Right before you left.”

Shit, he was right. “Well, I don’t feel like I properly thanked you, because I was buzzed and upset and ready to leave.” There was a look on Sander’s face that Robbe couldn’t identify. But it made his stomach flip. Not like the anxiety-filled flipping that Thomas evoked. Something else. Something different. “And now I’m still buzzed, but I’m not upset or eager to leave. So, thank you.”

Sander smiled at him. “You’re welcome.”

Sander took another drag of the cigarette and turned his eyes back to the street in front of him. The silence washed over them in waves. There was a hint of awkwardness coursing through the air and Robbe wondered if it was just him who felt it. Then Sander glanced at him and caught him looking. But Robbe didn’t look away this time. “So,” Sander said. He held out the cigarette to Robbe, who took it. “How do you know Zoë?”

“We live together,” Robbe replied. He placed the cigarette against his lips and took another drag. As the smoke filled his lungs, there was a look on Sander’s face, like he wanted to know more, like he wanted to know everything that Robbe would give him. He exhaled the smoke into the air, idly twisting the cigarette in his fingertips. “We went to high school together. I lived with her and Milan when I was sixteen for a bit, and then permanently when I was nineteen.” Sander nodded, looking like he was about to say something else, when Robbe added, “How do you know Amber?”

Sander’s eyes went wide, like he hadn’t expected Robbe to notice, and he smirked over at Robbe. “She’s my little sister,” he said. Sander took the cigarette from Robbe’s fingers. Their fingers brushed, sending a surge of warmth through his body, before it was gone, like it was never there. “Well, step-siblings technically. My father started dating her mother in middle school. We used to hate each other back then. Now, we’re practically blood.”

“Ah,” Robbe hummed, grinning.

“What?” Sander asked.

“Nothing,” Robbe said. “That’s just why you’re giving Aaron so much shit, huh? Because you’re being the protective older brother?”

Sander shrugged, exhaling the smoke in one breath, angled slightly upward so it would miss Robbe’s face. It jetted out of his mouth, briefly making him look like a dragon. “What can I say? I’ve always been quite protective of her, especially when there’s a new boy in her life,” he said. “You know, you should go back to the bar.”

“Huh?”

“The bar. From Friday,” he added. Sander crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the tree. “Your ex being there kind of left a bad memory, you know? And you might never want to go back. But you can always go and make a new memory there, right?”

“Yeah,” Robbe replied, nodding. “Yeah, I guess I could.”

Suddenly, the door to the bar behind them swung open. In a bizarre sense of déjà vu, the two of them turned to see who it was. Zoë was standing in the doorway, a concerned look on her face as she stared at Robbe with a raised eyebrow. He was about to speak when Zoë asked, “Is everything okay with Mama?”

Oh. Right.

“Um, I sent her a text but…” Robbe started, feeling the warmth flooding to his cheeks. If there was anything telling on his face, Zoë didn’t mention it. He pulled out his phone and, sure enough, there was no text message from his mama. “It’s likely that she’s gone to bed and didn’t check her phone. Sorry, I would’ve come back in sooner but Sander and I started talking.”

“It’s okay,” Zoë replied. Her eyes briefly darted from Robbe to Sander then back to him. “I just got worried and wanted to check to make sure that everything was okay.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Robbe said, trying to tamper down the blush on his cheeks. Zoë headed back inside, the door slamming shut behind her. Robbe bit down on his lip, turning to Sander. The man was still leaning against the tree, shrouded in shadows, but there was a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. Somehow, the smirk made the blush on his cheeks intensify and Robbe headed inside. Behind him, he could hear Sander stomping out the cigarette before he followed him.

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Hey you, what’s your dream?

Pairing: platonic!oc x ot7

Details: manager!oc, predebut/idolverse, partial BTS World!verse

Summary: Aviva and Jungkook go to Los Angeles for a month.

Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts.

[Masterlist]

Interlude 4: Love in LA

summer - keshi

“Feel like summer and I don't wanna miss you

If we don’t touch lips, not an issue”

July-August 2012

When it was decided Jungkook and his choreographer teacher would go to Los Angeles to train from July to August, Aviva was asked if she wanted to go along as a translator. All she needed to do was pass the international driving test and she was good to go.

Not having been home, or seen her family in some time, Aviva took the opportunity to take a few days off to meet them in San Francisco.

Aviva and Namjoon spent plenty of time with Jungkook going over easier common English phrases that he might need to use during the trip.

Aviva and Jungkook had plenty of time to practice English over the 13 hour flight, although they also watched several movies, napped, ate snacks, drew, and compared plane travel playlists.

Jungkook, Son Sungdeuk, and Aviva were staying in a dorm room provided by Movement Lifestyle, the dance company they were learning with. It seemed like the booking agent hadn’t been aware that the room was for two guys and a girl. There was one bedroom with a bunk bed, and a small common living space with a pullout couch. Aviva took the couch, and though she felt a little uncomfortable at first, she quickly adjusted. There was only so much of doing a person’s laundry twice a week before you got over any awkwardness, and besides, they were all too busy to feel awkward. While Jungkook and Sungdeuk focused on dance, Aviva was essentially acting as a full time translator, along with managing meals, travel, and business opportunities.

Jungkook was also feeling stressed out, having double the language barrier with both English and a lot of complex dance terminology. Aviva studied hard so that she could help him better.

They would wake up early in the morning to research terms at a nearby Korean restaurant, where Jungkook said he felt less homesick.

On the weekends they had free time, and ran around by the ocean. Sometimes Sungdeuk would treat them for a meal, sometimes they’d go off by themselves.

On the second Sunday both Aviva and Sungdeuk had business meetings. Jungkook asked Aviva if she could drop him off at the beach still. She was worried about him wondering around alone, but when she picked him up he excitedly told her about meeting a restaurant owner who was Korean, and gave him a free lemonade.

Two weeks before the trip ended, Aviva and Jungkook were coming out of the dance studio for a lunch break when someone suddenly ran at her.

Aviva caught her in a hug, the girl’s legs wrapping around her waist as she laughed.

“Oh my God! I haven’t seen you in person in forever! Your hair got so long! Are you surprised?”

“Ah… noona, are you okay?” Jungkook asked nervously in Korean.

“Jen…” Aviva hugged her back, rubbing her back for a moment before letting go. “Yeah, you did surprise me, can I put you down now? You’re scaring Jungkook.”

“Who?” Jenny wondered.

“My co-worker. My friend. He’s standing behind you, confused.”

“Oh…” Jenny slid off of her, looking sheepishly at Jungkook. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there…” She blushed.

Jungkook continued looking confusedly at Aviva.

“This is my little sister,” Aviva told him in Korean. “She’s your age.”

“Oh!” Jungkook bowed slightly. “Um… nice to meet you!” He held out his hand. Jenny shook it, chewing at the inside of her cheek.

For the next week Aviva spent any free moments with her sister. Jenny was staying at her friend’s house nearby. She joined Aviva and Jungkook for breakfast, Jungkook shyly pointing out his favorite dishes on the menu, Jenny impressing him with her high spice tolerance. Jenny met them during their lunch break as well, picking up food and eating with them quickly on the studio’s front stoop. Aviva would leave with her for an hour or so, to the beach, or window shopping, while Jungkook went back inside for practice.

At night the sisters stayed up late chatting in Jenny’s friend’s living room, eating cartoons of ice cream and giggling about nothing.

On Saturday, Jenny joined Aviva and Jungkook on this week’s excursion. At first Jenny and Jungkook awkwardly followed Aviva through museum, not quite looking at each other or speaking. Then they both got excited by an empty staircase and wanted Aviva to take pictures of them on it. From that moment on, the two found they had a lot in common, from singing, to photography, even to skateboarding! When Jenny mentioned she had wanted to take up skateboarding recently, Jungkook said he’d always wanted to try. On Sunday the two of them went and bought skateboards and practiced together.

Aviva was surprised when Jenny texted her that she’d fallen, and Jungkook was overreacting. She rushed downstairs to find Jungkook carrying Jenny on his back towards the dorm as Jenny complained, her face bright red.

“How do you say idiot in Korean?” Jenny huffed. “I just skinned my knees, he doesn’t need to fucking carry me!”

Aviva laughed. “Your face!”

“Shut up!” Jenny said.

“…Pabo,” Aviva said. Jungkook blinked. “Both of you are idiots… come inside, I’ve got a first aid kit.”

Jungkook finally put Jenny down when Aviva insisted she would be fine. Jenny sat on the toilet in the dorm’s bathroom. Jungkook hovered in the doorway until Aviva shut the door on him.

“I don’t get it,” Jenny muttered. “He was so shy at first, now all of a sudden he’s picking me up and practically running us back here…”

“He’s a passionate kid,” Aviva said, cleaning off Jenny’s knees. “He gets protective over people he cares about.”

“Okay, sure,” Jenny said. “But we’ve only known each other for a week…”

Aviva shrugged. “I’ve always told you you’re a very lovable person.”

“Shut up,” Jenny said again, shoving her. Aviva just smiled.

The last week of the trip, Aviva had been planning to meet her family in San Francisco. However, seeing how well Jungkook and Jenny got along, she talked to her parents, and they came to visit in LA instead.

Jungkook joined them for dinner one night.

“Are you sure I don’t need to dress up or anything?” Jungkook asked, pulling at his t-shirt.

Aviva shook her head. “It’s a casual restaurant. Just chill,” she said. Jungkook swallowed. Aviva sighed and gave him a quick hug. “What are you scared of?”

He shrugged. “It just feels… weird. Can’t explain it. Sorry.”

“Don’t have to be sorry,” Aviva told him. “Remember to breath. They won’t bite.”

By the time dinner ended, Aviva’s mother had given Jungkook resources for learning English, and Aviva’s father had suggested some old comics for him to read.

“…I think dad was more excited to talk to you than to me,” Jenny said as she walked Jungkook and Aviva back to the dorm. “And I haven’t seen him in a while…”

Jungkook looked confusedly at Aviva, who translated. He shook his head. “I’m sure that’s not true!” He said in Korean. Aviva sighed and translated again.

Jenny looked at Jungkook, her face scrunched up in what Aviva recognized as a look of determination.

“Avi—do you mind if me and JK go to that ice cream place down the block by ourselves? We’ll bring you back something if you want, I just… want to talk to him a bit by myself.”

Aviva titled her head. “How will you say whatever you want to say?” She wondered.

“…We’ll do our best with Google Translate and charades,” Jenny decided. Aviva nodded.

“Okay, text me.”

Aviva waited up for Jungkook in the living room. She could already hear Sungdeuk snoring in the other room by the time he came back.

“Your parents picked her up at the ice cream place,” Jungkook told her when he saw her sitting up looking at her laptop.

“I know, she texted me.” Aviva held up her phone. She looked at him expectantly.

He sighed. “Do we have to talk about it?”

Aviva shook her head. “I trust you guys.”

Jungkook smiled.

“Okay. Thank you. I’m going to sleep now.”

By the time the trip was over, Jenny looked almost sadder to see Jungkook go than Aviva.

“That’s not true!” Jenny said when Aviva accused her of this at the airport. “I’ll miss you both, really!” Aviva started to translate but Jungkook waved his hand, blushing.

“I understand,” he said to her in Korean, before turning to Jen, his smile bittersweet as he told her in English, “I miss you.” Both his comprehension and pronunciation had improved a lot over the course of a month.

Jenny took his hand in hers, smiling back at him.

Aviva squinted at them. “Do I have to give you both the, ‘if you hurt them I’ll hurt you’ speech, or can we skip that, cause it’s kind of awkward for me?”

“I vote skipping,” Jenny said, raising her hand without missing a beat. Aviva repeated her question in Korean, looking at Jungkook.

He waved his hands emphatically. “Yeah, no, let’s not do that, I agree.”

Aviva was pleasantly surprised to find Jin, Namjoon, and Soonyoung waiting for them at the airport when they touched down in Seoul.

“Your hair!” Soonyoung squealed at such a high pitch that Namjoon winced, and Jin’s eyes went wide.

“Ah, is that what you use all your vocal training for, Soonyoung-ssi?” Namjoon grumbled, rubbing his ear. Her eyes narrowed at him.

“Yeah, bet I could make even you hit that note with a good swift kick between the—”

“Okay, okay,” Jin said nervously. He looked around. “Eh, what happened to Sungdeuk-seonsaengnim?”

“Bathroom,” Jungkook said.

“Anyway,” Soonyoung continued. “How can you not be excited by how cute Avi’s hair is!” She squealed again, a little less loudly this time, touching the short ends of Avi’s new shoulder length hair. “You haven’t cut it in years—what happened?”

Jungkook flushed. “Ah, that’s sort of my fault.”

Aviva shrugged. “It was an accident, Kookie, don’t worry about it,” she said, patting him on the arm. Namjoon looked at them questioningly. “Jungkook-ah got gum in my hair, Jenny—that’s my sister, cut it out, and it was kind of high up, so she went to even it out and… snip… snip.” Aviva motioned her fingers like scissors. Jungkook winced. “She did pretty good though, I think.”

Jungkook smiled a little dreamily. “Yeah…”

Soonyoung raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay… Anyway, girl, let’s get home. You must be tired. And if you’re hungry, Jin-oppa gave us some leftover stir-fry, for some reason, so you can eat that in the car, if you want.”

“Oh. Thanks, oppa,” Aviva said to him.

He smiled.

“No problem. For some reason, I keep making too much recently, so…”

Namjoon shook his head, smiling slightly. “It’s Jungkookie. He eats the most. Now that he’s back, we’ll never have any leftovers again.”

“Yah!” Jungkook protested. Aviva shrugged.

“He’s a growing boy. Gonna be taller than you someday, Joon-ah.”

“Yeah? He’s welcome to it. He’ll hit his head on the doorframe,” Namjoon thought.

“We should get going,” Soonyoung said again, linking her arm with Aviva’s.

“Ah, right, we’ll wait for seonsaengnim, then,” Jin said. “Give him a ride back, to be polite.”

“I’ll just walk you two to the exit,” Namjoon offered, taking Aviva’s bag.

“You don’t have to—” She started, but he was already walking.

“I’ll just run and get the car,” Soonyoung said as they stepped outside. “Joonie, wait with her.” Namjoon made a face at her way of addressing him, but nodded.

They stood in the muffled quiet of small groups of people getting into cars, moving along with their suitcases. “It does look good,” Namjoon said, pushing her hair back from her face. She stiffened and he stopped, drawing back.

“Thanks,” she said quietly.

“You’re not… sad to cut your hair?” He wondered. “Since it was so long…”

She shrugged. “It was a pain to take care of, actually. I was just leaving it longer because shorter hair would make me stand out more, and… well, I was feeling nervous about going to a hairdresser.”

“What makes you nervous about it?” Namjoon wondered. Aviva looked at him. His expression was completely non-judgmental, just curious.

“Well, I don’t like strangers touching me, but I can’t move, because I’m paying for a service, and then there’s the small talk…” She sighed.

“If you ever want to go, I can go with you,” Namjoon offered. She frowned. “If that would help…”

“Well, it might, but… Wouldn’t you get bored?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t remember ever feeling bored when I’m with you.”

“Namjoon…” Aviva looked at him, not sure what she was going to say, and saved the effort of figuring it out by a car pulling up in front of them, the window rolling down to reveal Soonyoung buckled into the driver’s seat. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he repeated. “I’ll see you around.”

Back at home, Soonyoung noted that the trip had done both Aviva and Jungkook well.

“You both seem to have gained a little confidence,” Soonyoung thought as they lay on Aviva bed together, Soonyoung chewing her old favorite American brand of gum and flipping through a nostalgic magazine Aviva brought back for her. “Although, that boy is still such a baby—are you sure him and Jen were interested in each other?”

“They exchanged emails, and phone numbers,” Aviva told her. “She’s shown him some lyrics she’s written, and he’s shown her a cover of a pop song he was too embarrassed to show the boys—it’s cute.”

“I can’t believe it,” Soonyoung popped her gum.

“Ew, stop, you know I hate it when you do that,” Aviva said, pushing her. Soonyoung did it again, looking her full in the eye. Aviva glared.

While she was gone, it seemed like the Bangtan lineup had finally settled. With all seven of the boys finally promised their debut, Aviva was extra happy to help Youngjin book them some side gigs for exposure, such as background dancing and writing on other artist’s songs. Aviva was nervous when the head of every managing department, as well as Bang got together to review her work.

After looking it over, Kim Byunho, Head of the Artist Management team, nodded. “My vote is yes.”

“I’m the same,” Bang Si Hyuk said.

“…Alright,” Youngjin said uncertainly.

“I would say so,” Jungsook agreed. “What do you think, Aviva-ssi, are you ready?”

��Ready?” Aviva repeated. “For what, sunbae?”

#bts #jeon jungkook #bts x oc #jungkook x oc #idolverse #bts predebut #manager!oc #fanfiction #bts fanfiction

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Pride and Joy (Natasha x f!reader)

Author’s note: Pride is first and foremost a celebration we are privileged to have because of the bravery and sacrifices of so many. It was black trans women that lead the Stonewall Riots back in 1969 and yet black trans women remain some of the most vulnerable in our community. We need to step up. I’ve linked some petitions and places where you can donate at the end of this post so please, please, please, don’t ignore them.

Plot: Two gay girls head to Pride and you end up gaining some attention. Also this one is super cheesy but I’ve just got to accept that cheesy is my go-to style ugh. I also used she/her/hers pronouns for this one but if you’d like for me to do gender-neutral or use any other sort of pronouns just let me know and I’d be glad to do so :)

The cafe door swung open again and two new voices came under her radar.

“I’m telling you, every year this is THE spot to pick up cute femme girls.”

“I’m sorry, but did you miss the group of straight white frat boys obnoxiously ingesting natty light across the street?! They’re completely killing the vibe. Honestly, it should be a crime for the straights to show up here.”

“No, that’s the point,” the first person began to explain before lowering their voice to only a few notches above a whisper. “Brad and Chad over there hit on the stray femme girls with the whole ‘Oh, you just haven’t been with the right guy yet’ spiel and then try to convince them that they can change their mind. That’s when we step in, put them in their place, bruise their masculinity a bit, and ba-da-bing ba-da-boom, you’re the hero and you get to sweep her off her feet.”

“Jen, you’re a genius.”

“I know that’s what I’ve been telling you! Now buy me some iced coffee cause I’m broke.”

It was an solid plan that the pair of friends obviously didn’t want anyone else to overhear. Fortunately for them, Natasha couldn’t care less. As she continued to sit there sipping on her tea, no one would suspect that she was a former assassin casually eavesdropping into every individual conversation going on. It was technically her day off, but hey, she had time to kill while she was waiting and not much to entertain herself with. So Natasha silently applauded the two and continued on with her crossword puzzle.

The parade wasn’t normally her scene, but the redheaded avenger knew she just couldn’t say no to her girlfriend who was ecstatic about her first Pride.

“Nat, pleeeeeeeassee???” You had begged her all the way up till the night before to go with you. “I was kidding with the matching shirts. You don’t have to wear it, just please come.”

“Fine,” she gave in with a playful roll of her eyes. “But just so you know, it’s going to be crowded, loud, and you’re going to get pretty sweaty. I know you want to wear those rainbow slip-ons Bucky got you for Christmas but please don’t. They offer zero support for your arches.”

Natasha then continued to lecture you on safety 101. Don’t put your phone in your back pocket, blah blah, don’t wear a backpack, blah blah blah. It was a lot to follow just to make sure your paranoid girlfriend didn’t have to worry about you, but you knew it was all out of love. Unfortunately, the one thing you’d forgotten about before leaving the house was going to the bathroom, which is why the two of you had made a pitstop at a small corner cafe.

“The girl who just came out of the bathroom,” the voice that belonged to Jen almost caused Natasha to jolt. “See what I mean?”

“Yeah, she’s cute,” the other one woefully confirmed that they were, indeed, talking about her girlfriend.

You were dressed down in a white “Love is Love” t-shirt that sported two rainbow stick-women holding hands under a rainbow. It was supposed to go with Natasha’s matching black one but she was very against supporting capitalist corporations that sought to make money off of Pride Month merchandise. The rest of your outfit’s ensemble consisted of your favorite pair of shorts and some comfy white sneakers but the real show-stopper was your hair. It had taken hours of braiding to weave your hair so intricately into the flower crown that had taken even longer to craft. You were excited to show off your DIY project you’d had pinned on Pinterest for the last few years even if Nat hadn’t understood the hype.

“Sweetheart, you’re putting hours of work into this thing. I know you like doing it but we can just buy you one and save you the trouble.”

“That’s not the point, Nat,” you sighed never looking up from the hot glue gun you were trying to wield. “I get that I might not be super gifted when it comes to creative things like this but I’ll just feel proud of myself knowing I did it when it’s all put together.”

And right now, Natasha was really wishing she had pushed back harder and gone with the store-bought crown because you were standing there looking like a woodland fairy princess with your bubblegum lipgloss and GODDAMNIT why did her girlfriend have to be so freakin adorable all the time!??

You were still searching the crowd as Natasha’s blood began to boil. Jealousy urged her to march straight up to you and begin making out, claiming you as hers in front of everybody. Then the two of you would storm out of there, confront the gross heteros that would undoubtedly hit on Y/N, she’d beat them up and it’d be a solid victory for the badass super spy. A possible bonus could be that you get too frazzled and end up going home early.

But then she hesitated thinking that maybe you wouldn’t appreciate that. “No,” she thought to herself and calculated a better plan. “That’s possessive, gross, and directly from the straight male playbook. I love Y/N. I respect her. And holy fuck I guess I really am just gonna do this.”

Nat’s eyes ironically enough lit up at that same moment when you finally spotted her and waved eagerly with a giant smile on your face. She wasn’t too ecstatic about what she knew she had to do, but she knew it would make you happy.”

“Hey babe!” you greeted her with your full attention. It was clear from your demeanor that you were oblivious to the fact Jen and quite possibly many others were checking you out. “I’m ready to go now.”

“Actually, I think I might have to go too, but wait here,” Nat casually mentioned before slipping into the bathroom. That caught you off guard and you figured something was going on. Natasha never had to go to the bathroom. I mean, she did have to go, obviously, but it was never random and certainly never in public restrooms. Your anxiety began climbing as you went through all the scenarios in your head. Could it be that something was about to go down? You were sure that she had it handled but it bothered you slightly that she hadn’t told you ahead of time. Unless it was something more serious and urgent? There was that one time you two had gone on a day cruise but ended up getting airlifted out of the ocean when Nat ran into some Serbian gun traders. Your stomach was doing flips out of fear that you all might be in danger as you hesitantly knocked on the door.

“Nat, is everything okay?” you shook. “I don’t want to stress you out if you have some important stuff to do, but I am a little worried that-”

Door swung open and there she stood: Your gorgeous girlfriend, NOT suited up, but in fact wearing the matching black t-shirt.

“Seriously?! You know that you almost gave me a heart attack over here!” you half cry half beam with joy at the sight of your girlfriend laughing hysterically at you.

“I know and I’m sorry babe,” she kissed you sweetly on your forehead. “But these girls over there were checking you out and I had to make a quick change into this.”

“But you actually brought it? Sam didn’t have to do like a fly-by and drop it off to you in super stealth mode?”

Her reaction to your question was too good. “No, of course I brought it. We used the same bathroom right? You know there’s no window in there. How would Sam even be able to-”

You interrupt her with a quick peck on the lips. “Shut up and stop making me feel dumb, I’m just touched that you brought it and have it on now. We’re gonna get such great couple photos!”

“Oh shit, they’re definitely together,” Natasha could overhear Jen’s friend comment from across the cafe.

“I mean that sucks but also they make such a cute couple!” Jen unknowingly complimented the two which made Natasha laugh quietly to herself. She really had no reason to feel threatened or insecure about her relationship. Y/N was an amazing girlfriend and if there were any areas of improvement then they’d probably be on Natasha’s side. The spy then made a mental note to show appreciation for her more before remembering another detail.

“Actually, do you mind going out the back door? There’s just a sleazy group of straight guys out there hitting on women that I don’t care to run into.”

“Ew, let’s definitely do that,” you agreed wholeheartedly. “You know guys like that deserve to be put in their place.”

“Don’t encourage me,” Nat bit her bottom lip, ever-so tempted. “Because I was considering that at first.”

“No,” you grabbed her arm twisting her back around to you. “We should go over there and see if they actually have the nerve. And if they do, you beating them up honestly sounds super hot right now.”

“Wait, I thought you didn’t condone violence,” Nat raised an eyebrow at your proposition.

“Normally I don’t. But you’d look so cute doing it in our matching t-shirts!”

Nat rolled her eyes, smiling, thinking of how proud she was of her girlfriend.

LINKS

Petition for Justice for Tony McDade: https://www.change.org/p/justice-for-tony-mcdade

GoFundMe for Tony McDade's Funeral and Family: https://www.gofundme.com/f/in-memory-of-tony-mcdade

Petition for Justice for Dominique Fells: https://www.change.org/p/philadelphia-police-department-justice-for-dominique-fells

GoFundMe for Dominique Fells' Funeral Costs: https://www.gofundme.com/f/dominiquefells

Petition for Justice for Riah Milton: https://www.change.org/p/liberty-townships-board-of-trustees-justice-for-riah-milton-womanmurdered-in-liberty-township-ohio

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