#the crowd talking about all this clearly messy on again/off again 'banter'

[jlf23tumble]

I just don't understand larries, they're going crazy because in the times interview it said something about JC telling louis not to disappear on him. Now they're all celebrating and excited saying that harry's 'satellite' and louis' 'holding on to heartache' songs are responding to each other, and I'm just here reading the lyrics to both songs and they don't sound hopeful to me and it sounds like a really messed up relationship that has or will probably lead to a break up unless communication issues are fixed. Meanwhile Larries think it's so romantic, and of course they've never broken up. It just amazes me that the songs clearly point to a messed up relationship and they just ignore it and say they've never broken up, never slept with anyone else etc. I even saw someone say they think they broke up for 2 years but they didn't sleep with anyone else in that time. I just lose faith in humanity.

YEAH, I'm feelin' this kinda way, too, especially as someone did the whole satellite/holding on to heartache lyric drop in my inbox, and I'm thinking, mannnn, I'm gonna suggest you take another spin through the satellite/boyfriends/love of my life triumvirate if we're gonna play this game, as well as miss you/always you/lucky again, and about 10 other songs between the 2 of them across 4 albums. A quick lurk tells me the hashtag they never broke up crowd is still goin' strong, though, so just proof that we all live by our own stories, eh?

#the crowd talking about all this clearly messy on again/off again 'banter' #and cheering as if it's proof they're both GREAT communicators #it's giving polyamorous monogamy post-brits vibes #and yeah i get it #i'm tellin' my own stories too #but it is bizarro in so many ways lmao

[clara-licht]

you are enough: first impression

Summary: She was just another face in the crowd, someone you wouldn’t look at twice. He never really noticed her. That is, until the fifth day.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warning: burst of anger? should that be a warning?

Timeline: Peter's first school year, pre-spider bite

Note: yay for first story! I wrote this under 3 hours from sudden burst of energy, so if you spot any mistake please let me know! This story is taken directly from my real experience on my fifth day of university. What happened then followed me even until now, but now my friends and I can look back on that day and laugh. Please tell me what you think about this 💜

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Peter first noticed her on the fifth day of his first school year. Well, actually everyone in his class noticed her on that fifth day.

He had seen her a few times in some of his classes that week, but he didn’t really pay attention to her. After all, she was just another classmate. She was also pretty quiet and kept to herself most of the time. He didn’t think he had even heard her speak before.

Always wearing an unzipped jacket over a shirt, pants, a pair of Converse, and with her red Kipling backpack. Sitting on the second row. Earphones are usually on in between classes. As far as Peter was concerned, she was just another face to forget.

Until that fifth day.

He had come into class almost late that morning. It was Friday and Fridays always felt so slow since it’s so close to the weekend. Peter admitted his almost tardiness was the result of being too lazy to wake up on time when all he could think of was having the weekend off after a week of school.

The only seat left was the one behind her, so he just took it. His best friend since childhood, Ned, wasn’t in that class, and he didn’t really know anyone else yet, so no one saved him a “usual spot”.

When the teacher came in, Peter was already prepared to pay attention, hoping that the day would go faster if he was busy.

“We’re going to do a group project starting next week. Each group will take turns presenting their assignment every week, so that’s one group per week.” The teacher, Mrs. Warren, said. “Let’s see… We have 24 people here, so split into 6 groups of 4. I’ll give you 10 minutes to assign your own groups now.”

The classroom immediately erupted into chatter while Mrs. Warren turned her attention to the computer screen on her desk.

Peter felt some kind of dread as his classmates started talking among each other on how to split the class. He had nothing against group projects, but he knew virtually no one in this class and would most probably be left out and joined the “leftovers”. He could only hope that whoever winded up in his group could pull their own weight instead of just dumping their work on others.

Therefore he was pleasantly surprised when the girl at the front seat (“I think her name is Sally?”) turned around and said, “Should we just use our current seating to split the group? That way it’s random and fair.”

There were a few hums of agreement.

The classroom they were in had 8 long desks, 4 on each side of the room, with 3 seats per desk. So taking that into account, the group should consist of one student per desk. Seeing as Peter was sitting right behind her, that meant they would be in the same group.

Peter looked at who would be in his group. Aside from her, there were Sally (“It is Sally, right? Right…?”) and behind him was a guy whose name he couldn’t really recall. (“It’s either Tyler or Abe, I think…?”) Peter could kind of remember them being active in other classes, so that was a sigh of relief for him.

Until another student piped up.

“I don’t want to be in this group!”

Peter glanced at that student. ‘Ah, this one I know,’ he thought with a slight eye roll.

Eugene Thompson, though he insisted to be called Flash. He’d been loud in every class they shared and bragged a lot. One of those rich kids, Peter assumed. Growing up in a modest household, bragging about money was never something he could understand. If you had enough money to brag about, then maybe use them for charities and stuff instead? At least that was Peter’s opinion.

“Then which group do you want to be, uhh, Thompson, was it?” Sally asked.

“Call me Flash,” he answered. “And I don’t know, I just don’t want to be in this group!”

“Why?”

“I just don’t like it.” Flash shrugged nonchalantly.

Peter could see Sally’s eye twitch in annoyance. “It’s just one assignment and you don’t really have a reason.” She tried to say.

“Why would I need a reason? Mrs. Warren said we can choose our own groups, and I don’t want to be in this one. I don’t vibe with it.”

Despite being annoyed himself, Peter decided to just sit back and watch everything unfold. He didn’t need to attract attention to himself. With his big glasses and frail figure, he looked very nerdy and jocks like Flash liked to pick on nerds. He didn’t need that.

The banter between Sally and Flash went on for a while. Peter was sure everyone in the class was pissed but no one said anything, probably because they didn’t know each other and didn’t want to say something wrong accidentally. It was getting very annoying, though. And to make it worse, Mrs. Warren didn’t seem to care.

While listening to Flash, he didn’t notice the girl sitting in front of him glaring heatedly at Flash with clenched fists and gritted teeth.

“I’m just saying, why can’t I-”

SMACK!

Flash’s words were interrupted by a sudden loud smacking noise, causing nearly everyone to flinch.

The girl in front of Peter had smacked her palm on her desk and stood up, pointedly glaring at Flash with a glare so intense it could probably burn him, clearly seething with anger.

“STOP MAKING EVERYTHING DIFFICULT, FOR GOD’S SAKE!” She yelled.

Peter blinked.

Did the quiet reserved girl just… yell?

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?!” She yelled again, this time coming closer to Flash. Flash gulped and took a step back. “You don’t even know anyone in this class! It’s only our FIRST WEEK!”

“But I-”

“ZIP IT!”

Flash shut his mouth so fast Peter could hear his teeth clacking.

“Our teacher is waiting for us right now! If you have any complaints about your group then speak up properly once you KNOW them! SO JUST GO WITH IT FOR NOW AND GET THIS DONE AND OVER WITH!”

The class was silent. She was still glaring at Flash and Flash was cowering in fear.

To be honest, Peter was afraid of her too, but deep inside he was impressed. When no one else spoke up, she did. Maybe with a bit of an overkill, but she still spoke for the rest of them. He’d take that.

“Any more complaints?” She asked through gritted teeth.

Flash quickly shook his head.

“Good.”

She sat back down and looked away as if nothing happened.

No one said anything for a while, still in a bit of a shock.

“Um, well…” Sally cleared her throat, “So are we decided then? With this arrangement?”

A chorus of yes later and Mrs. Warren finally spoke, “Give me your group lists later after class. I trust you can arrange it, Ms. Avril?”

Sally nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay, let’s start our lesson for today.”

As Mrs. Warren started teaching, Peter couldn’t help but stare at the girl in front of him. This was the first time he actually looked at her.

The first thing he noticed, although it may sounded rude, was her… size, so to speak. She was considerably bigger than the rest of the girls in his class. She was clad in plain unisex clothes. From what he had seen earlier, he could find no trace of makeup on her either. She actually looked a little messy, not fitting into that traditional feminine look.

Not that Peter had anything against femininity or even not conforming to said femininity. He was raised by a respectful pair of husband and wife who drilled respect for diversity and people’s choices into him. Aunt May would also have his head if he had even the slightest misogynistic thought. No, he knew better than that.

Around ¾ into the lesson, Mrs. Warren told them to go into their groups and start discussing their projects.

“Let’s start with introduction, I guess?” Sally said once all four of them were together. “I’m Sally Avril, but just call me Sally.”

“I know, I was in your History class.” The girl from before said. Her voice was actually quite soft when she wasn’t yelling. Peter was once again surprised by her.

Sally giggled at her, prompting her to let out a small smile. “I’m (y/n) (l/n). Feel free to call me (y/n).” She said quietly.

“I also know that already. You sat two desks from me, didn’t you?” Sally asked with a smile.

(Y/n) nodded. “Also I apologize for earlier… I just couldn’t stand him.” (Y/n) muttered with narrowed eyes.

“We don’t blame you, honestly,” the other guy in the group said. “Flash was being a dick. I’m actually glad you spoke up against him,” he snickered. “I’m Tyler Corbyn, by the way. People usually just call me Ty.”

“It’s just that no one said anything, so I thought I had to put a stop on it. He was disrespecting our teacher by misusing the time she gave us like that.” (Y/n) scoffed.

“And you?” Sally turned to Peter.

“Oh, um… Peter. Peter Parker.” He mumbled.

“Okay, now that we’re introduced, let’s talk about the assignment, shall we?”

After the discussion, the group agreed to meet up after school on Monday to start their project.

Sometimes Peter would let himself glanced at (y/n). He had to admit, even if he was still a bit scared of her, she didn’t seem that bad. He just needed to not press her buttons or risk her blowing up. She still had a short temper, after all.

He was certain that the rest of his classmates realized this too. They were all afraid of her, for sure.

It was kind of a bummer, but her display of anger that day would follow her for nearly her entire high school days. All the boys in their class feared her, especially Flash, and tried to avoid her. The girls would eventually befriend her once they know more about her.

And Peter? Well… He may thought she was scary for now, but there was respect within him. His Physics class seemed quite interesting now.

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Notes: yes, I did yell in class when the professor was present and yes, she didn’t give a shit about it.

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[kinktae]

bitchin’ || (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 4.8k

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l

warnings: multiple smut scenes, science talk, banter, jealousy, alcohol & LOTS of colorful 80s slang lmao

A/N: Bitchin’ is a multichapter fic, surprise!! This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness and helping me with Yara’s character overall.

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PART ONE

12:16 pm.

The time on the clock was glaring at you, a silent caution that today's lab was going to totally suck.

You could feel irritation start to eat away at you. You and your best friend, Yara, had a deal. She would show up to the dissection today and, in exchange, you would gladly do all the work. But given that class would start in four minutes, you had a sneaking suspicion that Yara was going to in fact skip class after all.

You let your chin sink down into the comfort of your open palm, eyes flickering once again towards the black and white clock that was perched up above the classroom's blackboard. Usually, you could hear each small tick of time, but seeing as this lab was more exciting, every student in the room was currently chatting amongst their peers, covering the clock's sound.

You considered for a moment making conversation with your professor. That idea was quickly squashed once you realized that he too was preoccupied – his attention set on the clock as well, allowing the minute hand to make its final journey before beginning the class.

Suddenly, you realized that not only had Yara left you alone, but she had also left you without a partner to do the dissection. You glanced around the room, frowning as you saw that every other table was evenly numbered, meaning you would be forced to join a random pair to make a group of three.

Wicked.

"Good afternoon, everyone." Mr. Kim began, pausing to take a swig from his coffee mug. "I hope everyone read the email I sent out yesterday in regards to proper attire. If anyone isn't wearing actual shoes, then I suggest you beat it unless you're particularly amped at the idea of losing a toe when someone accidentally drops their scalpel."

A few isolated giggles rang out, but no one made any move to leave.

"No one? Radical. Feet are gross anyway–"

The sound of the classroom door suddenly being pushed open stole away everyone's attention. The late boy that walked in froze momentarily, clearly not expecting all eyes to fall onto him, but quickly regained his composure as he flashed a smile.

"Sorry I'm late, Seokjin." He apologized lazily.

"Better late than never, Jeon." Mr. Kim acknowledged briefly, raising an eyebrow. "Although, if you call me Seokjin again then you'll be the next thing I have the class dissect."

The threat was empty and pulled a shared laugh from the students, including the one it was directed at.

You hardly had time to laugh yourself because before you knew it, the boy was headed towards your table.

Not wanting to hold eye contact with the tardy student as he made his way over, you let your stare fall onto your lap. The worn-out denim of your jeans wasn't distraction enough from the sound of the boy taking a seat beside you, his bag being thrown carelessly onto the floor.

Glancing at him from the corner of your eyes, you watched as he began to rummage through it.

Jeon Jungkook.

You had recognized him the moment he had stepped in; the two of you had attended the same high school after all. Not that he knew that. You were reasonably sure that the two of you never crossed paths back then. Well, unless you count the time him and his asshole friends tore down the pep rally banners you and the party planning committee had spent so much time on.

You were well aware of the fact that he was in this class as well, but this was by far the closest you had ever physically come to him.

Jungkook was the kind of guy people noticed– muscular build, dark, messy hair with an attractive smile. Not that any of that interested you, of course. As far as you were concerned, he was still the same disruptive tool that he was in high school

Oh, god. Please don't let him be your partner.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Jungkook spoke suddenly, heat rocketing through your body as you realized you had yet to pull your eyes off of him.

"S-Sorry!" You stuttered out, turning in your seat so that he couldn't meet your eyes, horrified that he had caught you staring at him so openly.

Jungkook clearly didn't think much of it your total social faux pas, as a boyish laugh escaped him.

"Don't sweat it." He shrugged, dropping a sheet of paper and a pen in front of him. "I'm Jeon Jungkook, by the way."

"Yep." You nodded absentmindedly.

He seemed taken aback at your response, noticeably confused. A nervous giggle escaped you, realizing how incapable of communicating you had become.

"Uh! I just meant–– I know who you are. We, like, went to high school together." You admitted, leg bouncing anxiously under the table. "I'm Y/N."

Jungkook cocked his head, clearly surprised. "Oh shit, did we?"

You let out a noise of confirmation.

Mr. Seokjin suddenly began speaking to the class, and you turned your attention to your professor as he started to introduce the lab.

"Who was in your circle?" Jungkook asked as if he didn't even hear his professor speaking.

You offered him a sparing glance, "What?"

"Like your friend group. You had friends, right?" Jungkook teased.

"Yes, I had friends." A serious tone on your tongue, trying to somehow still listen to what your professor was saying while Jungkook conversed with you. "I just… don't think you'd know of any of them."

Jungkook seemed unsatisfied with your response, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Did you do something? Like were you on any teams or anything?"

For a moment, you contemplated telling Jungkook to bag his face, that you were actually trying to hear what Mr. Kim was saying as you genuinely cared about passing this class. But seeing as he was sitting beside you, it was probably best not to piss him off.

"Well," You began cautiously, keeping your voice low, "I was a member of mathletes–"

Jungkook cut you off immediately.

"Woah, hold on. Mathletes? Like math?"

You turned towards him, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes. You weren't at all surprised by his reaction. You couldn't imagine someone like Jungkook who spent the majority of high school cracking out jokes from the back of the classroom giving a single shit about academics.

"Yes, like math. I was also in our marching band." You offered as if that would make any difference to him.

"So... you were a loser. Gotcha." He mused, causing you to frown slightly.

Alright, asshole...

"No." You countered calmly, trying not to reveal how offended you were. "We just had different interests."

"Like totally different." He grinned stupidly.

"Yep." You responded dryly, turning away from the dark-haired boy. You were also student body treasurer, but frankly, you no longer cared enough to tell him that. Your self-esteem wasn't fragile enough to be shattered by some asswipe calling you a loser, but it certainly didn't feel good.

"Alright, so with that said, go ahead and pair up. Coats and goggles are in the back of the room. Don't let me catch you doing anything stupid and have fun." Mr. Seokjin's words caught your attention, luring out another sigh from you.

Sliding off your stool, you tried your best to avoid the stare that Jungkook was pressing against your skull, walking into the crowd of chatting students who were making their way over towards the back. Surely he had friends in this class that he could partner up with. You'll just join someone else's group.

You were just beginning to button up your white lab coat when a towering presence made its way over to you.

"So, nerd." Jungkook's voice called out, reaching around you for a lab coat. "Are we doing this thing or what?"

'Or what.' You could feel yourself wanting to answer back almost immediately.

You turned away from Jungkook to glance over the room, feeling your shoulders sink as you realized everyone was partnered and you were undoubtedly stuck with him.

Jungkook stood there, an amused look on his face as you gave him a skeptical one as if measuring him up.

"Fine." You answered begrudgingly, grabbing a pair of goggles of their rack. "But I'm taking the lead on the dissection. You can take notes and observe what we find."

Just because you were agreeing to partner up with him didn't mean you were willing to sacrifice your lab grade. And if Jungkook didn't like that then… well… he could go find someone else to annoy all class.

At your words, Jungkook let out a laugh of surprise, clearly not expecting such an authoritative tone.

"Damn, you got it, Captain. The geek ship is all yours." He joked cheekily, holding a hand to his head as if saluting you.

You sent him a tight-lipped smile, already collecting a few choice words you'd be gifting Yara the second you saw her.

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"God, gag me with a spoon." You grimaced, a foul odor attacking your nose as you bent over to get closer to the preserved frog you had laid out on your tray. You picked up the scalpel, trying to prepare yourself for the first cut mentally.

Jungkook's eyes flicked towards the creature before letting out a noise of awe.

"Oh, gnarly! One of its eyes is stuck open!"

"Don't say tell me that as I'm about to cut into it!" You squeaked out, gripping your blade. "That's not exactly a comforting observation as I'm about to expose its insides. Besides, I need you taking this seriously."

Jungkook raised his hands up by his chest, waving them defensively.

"Sorry, sorry. Happy cutting." He apologized, resting his chin in his palm.

The dissection wasn't particularly hard, in fact, if it had gone as you envisioned it – you cutting and describing what you saw with Jungkook writing down notes – you imagined it would go by rather quickly. Unfortunately for you, Jungkook had a constant need for small talk and very little desire to help get this lab completed quickly.

"Let's give him a name." He called out after maybe two minutes of uninterrupted silence.

"No."

Jungkook tutted in disappointment, "Why not?"

"It's dead, Jungkook." You reasoned.

"Doesn't mean he can't have a name." He pointed out. "I'm gonna call him Bernie."

You shut your eyes, stilling yourself as took in a deep breath.

"Jungkook... please. I'm just trying to do this lab. For the both of us." You responded, pulling away from the dead frog.

"And I'm trying to pass the time. For the both of us." He mocked, an attractive albeit irritating smile on his mouth.

You set down the cutting utensil, letting the metal clang against the tray, your temper finally catching up with you.

"Has anyone ever told you you're kind of insufferable?" You said pointedly.

You weren't usually this outwardly direct to people you hardly knew, but holy cow something about this kid pushed every single damn one of your buttons.

Annoyingly, Jungkook didn't even seem to notice your change in tone, a laugh escaping him.

"Well, you certainly wouldn't be the first. Definitely the first of your social status, though." He smirked. You let out an exasperated huff.

"What the hell is your damage?" You snapped.

"What do you mean?"

"I know a loser like me probably isn't your usual company and that you clearly don't give a shit about the fact that this lab is worth twenty percent of our grade but I do. All I want is to get this lab done so we can get the hell out of each others' hair. So if you have a problem with me or something that you want to get off your chest, speak now."

There were a few silent beats where the two of you just stared at each other, Jungkook looking pensive while your chest rose and fell slowly as you tried to control your angry breaths.

"Okay." He spoke finally, catching you off guard.

"Okay?"

"My girlfriend left me for another guy today. It's why I was late. I'm just trying to get my mind off shit, I guess. I'm sorry I keep calling you names, that's just how I joke around with my friends. It probably doesn't translate well with strangers who don't know me. So, I'm sorry. I'll stop." He explained softly, a foreign expression on his face.

You blinked.

"Oh. Uh, well... Apology accepted." You replied, awkwardly.

When you had gone on your little rant, you had been hoping that it would make Jungkook feel just uneasy enough to shut up and focus on the lab. You weren't expecting anything of substance to leave his mouth, so you really had no idea where to go from here. Especially with the way he was looking at you like you had just kicked him.

"I'm sorry... about your girlfriend."

Jungkook shrugged, "Shit happens."

"Did you, like, know the guy?" You asked cautiously in a weak attempt to comfort him.

"Yeah, he's one of my brothers." He nodded.

"She left you for your brother?!" You exclaimed, your jaw all but dropping. Immediately, Jungkook flinched, eyes flickering across the room where a couple of students had turned towards the two of you in interest.

"Pipe down, okay? I don't need everyone knowing my business, damn." He frowned, throwing you a glare.

"Sorry, I'm just... that's gonna be one awkward family dinner." You scrunched your nose.

"What? Oh no, not my actual brother. He's in the same fraternity as me. Frat brother." Jungkook clarified.

"Ohhh." You nodded.

His... fraternity brother. Of course.

You bit down on your lip.

Jungkook eyed you for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Go ahead."

"What?" You cocked your head in fake confusion.

"I already know what you're thinking."

"What am I thinking?"

"You're thinking that me being in a frat just confirmed the fact that you think I'm some sort of meathead." He continued, rolling his eyes.

A sharp laugh fell through your lips and Jungkook's eyes widened at the sound. It was the first time he had made you laugh, he realized.

"Psshh, not even." You lied through your teeth, trying and failing to suppress your smile.

"Even." He countered, playfulness in his tone. The both of you held each others' eyes for a moment, mutual grins exchanged.

"Anyway, I'm sure she'll be back soon enough." He continued calmly.

"Oh, so you're gonna try and win her back?" You asked.

"Hm? Nah, we've always been on and off, she'll come back eventually."

You frowned, "And you're okay with that?"

You weren't typically one to judge others' love lives given how you currently didn't have one, but you couldn't help but marvel at Jungkook's words. He shrugged in response.

You shifted uncomfortably, "Have you considered moving on? Or at least doing something to get her actually to stay with you?"

"Like what?" Jungkook laughed, clearly not taking you seriously.

Great question. You weren't particularly skilled with knowledge when it came to romantic relationships; you had only ever had one boyfriend, and while it was fairly serious, things had ended amicably enough.

You thought back to your sisters at that moment. The twins were older than you and had both gone through a significant number of breakups. When the three of you were growing up, they usually relied on one another when it came to boy troubles, but that didn't mean you didn't get an earful late at night. Your bedroom shared a wall with theirs and, well, Rosa and Lia had always been loud people after all.

"Give her a reason to regret letting you go... become a better man and whatnot." You responded after some contemplation. "Show her what she's missing."

"Oh, she knows exactly what she's missing." Jungkook smirked, eyes flickering towards the front of his jeans. "Why do you think she keeps coming back?"

You blinked.

"I think I just threw up in my mouth."

"Dick this good doesn't come around that often." He continued seriously, wagging his pointer finger from side to side.

"Incredible. I just did it again." You deadpanned, causing Jungkook to snort.

"Seriously? I'm what's grossing you out in this scenario?" He mused, looking down at the frog you were previously dissecting. You let out a hum, nodding.

"As much as I appreciate the 411 on your dick, I've got a layer of fascia to cut through."

"Fine. Why don't you try and make conversation then, since your baggin' on everything I bring up?"

"I don't have anything to talk about." You shrugged, moving over to the frog, beginning to cut.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, "Really? Nothing exciting happening in your life?"

"Yes, actually. I just located Bernie's trachea." You revealed. Jungkook walked over to your end of the table, eyes wide with disbelief as he leaned in for a closer look.

Your eyes widened as his shoulder brushed itself against yours, his sudden proximity unexpected.

He smelled like cologne, clearly wearing enough to make itself known past the stench of formaldehyde and you found yourself taking a step back, slightly flustered.

Sure, Jungkook was just a dumb frat boy, but he was an attractive one and it was just a little bit daunting.

You watched his profile as he marveled at the revealed insides of the frog, even reaching for a pair of forceps to pull back the flap of skin to get a better look.

"Actually, there is something I'm excited about."

"If it's his heart, I'm already one step ahead of you." He quipped back, not looking up from the frog. You shook your head.

"I want to throw an event on campus."

Jungkook's eyes flickering towards you was your cue to continue talking.

"It's to encourage more women to pursue careers in science and engineering. I've planned the whole thing and even made flyers."

"Well… it's no frog heart but that's certainly something." Jungkook smiled, causing your heart to pound.

You nodded, suddenly growing excited.

"All I need a sponsor. I can't afford to throw it myself– not to mention the fact that I'm not even sure people would even show up. I just think there are so many opportunities in STEM fields that more girls would thrive in if they were just encouraged enough." You continued, eyebrows furrowing as you began to think.

"Do you know that just a few years ago we made the first-ever artificial heart. A heart, Jungkook; a man got to live an additional one hundred and twelve days even though his original heart was nearly ripped to shreds. And just a few months ago, a child was born through gestational surrogacy. The woman who birthed her was literally just a human surrogate, she didn't pass down any DNA to the child. None! I mean, babies can be born from Petri dishes! We are literally changing the boundaries of fertility and sterility as we know it!"

Jungkook was grinning as he watched you speak. He couldn't help it. Here you were, decked out in your lab coat and goggles, scalpel in hand as you rambled on about science. It was kind of endearing, he noted... in a dorky way, at least.

"So, uh, yeah. Sorry, I just…" You came back down to earth eventually, noting the way he was staring at you with amusement. You hadn't meant to get so caught up in your thoughts. "I realize that probably isn't as exciting to everyone as it is to me. That was my attempt at making conversation."

Jungkook had a dumb look on his face, and you weren't surprised at all with his reply.

"You know... I bet there's someone out there that finds all your science talk really hot."

You let out a deep sigh, shoulders slumping down in defeat.

"Not everything is about sex, you know."

"No, but everything interesting is." He grinned lopsidedly.

Jungkook had this unusually natural composure about him. As if he could shrug off any inconvenience with one stupid smile.

How frustrating. It made it increasingly difficult for you to stay mad at him for very long.

"Come on, meathead. Let's get this over with." You rolled your eyes, nudging your shoulder into his muscular one.

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"Y/N!" Jungkook's voice called out, halting you mid-stride.

You let out a sigh, forcing a smile onto your face as you turned around, watching as an expectant looking Jungkook jogged over to you, his hair bouncing with every step.

"Hey," He breathed out as he reached you, "you left so fast I didn't get a chance to say goodbye."

Yeah, and you thought you had gotten away with it too.

Jungkook wasn't a bad kid; he was funny and didn't take things too seriously– even if those qualities about him were slightly frustrating. No, Jungkook was alright you supposed, but that didn't mean the two of you were suddenly best friends. You didn't care much for formalities, especially when all you wanted to do was go back to your dorm, shower, and take a nap.

"Oh, right. Sorry." You recognized, adjusting the strap of your bag over your shoulder.

Jungkook merely smiled at you, and you wondered if he was gonna say anything else. Realizing that he wasn't, you pressed your lips together awkwardly.

"Well... bye." You nodded stiffly, already moving to turn and make your exit. A warm hand wrapping around your wrist stopped you from getting any further, however.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

You stared down at where Jungkook's fingers touched your skin, your eyes wide in surprise. He must have noticed the way your body tensed because he let go of you as quickly as he grabbed you.

"I've, uh, actually got something I want to talk to you about." He grinned sheepishly, the same hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.

You cleared your throat, pushing down the way your stomach was doing nervous flips, unfortunately, affected by the unexpected skinship. You tilted your chin up silently, urging Jungkook to continue.

"This is gonna sound sudden... and I know you don't really know me..." Jungkook began, causing your stomach to drop in horror.

Oh, God. Was... Was Jeon Jungkook going to ask you out?

"Spit it out, Jeon." You ordered, voice spiked high as your nerves began to rack.

"Would you mind dating me to make my girlfriend jealous?"

You blinked dryly, taking a moment to replay in your head just exactly what Jungkook had asked of you.

Okay... so not quite the love confession you were anticipating...

"Would I mind– What?" You gaped in disbelief.

"It wouldn't be for, like, too long. Probably just for a party or two." Jungkook shrugged as if anything he was saying was making any sense.

You shook your head, "Wait– Seriously, time out. What on earth are you asking me right now?"

Jungkook slipped both his hands into his jacket, which you had only just now taken a moment to admire. It was a brown leather bomber jacket with a few military patches sewn into the sleeves that you assumed must have come with the jacket as Jungkook didn't seem like the crafty type. Most of all, it looked warm and it reminded you that every second you stood here talking to Jungkook was a second you could be spending warm in your dorm under your covers.

"I was thinking about what you said. About showing my ex what she's missing." He explained.

"And you thought that was me auctioning myself off to be your fake girlfriend?" You laughed.

"Look, I know her, okay? If she were to think that you and I were a thing, she'd want to get back together."

You let out a sigh. This relationship of Jungkook's was revealing itself to be suckier and suckier as time went on.

"Why me?" You pressed. "I don't even know who your girlfriend is and I doubt she knows me. Is she in a sorority by chance?"

"Well, yeah–"

"Great! Get with one of her sorority sisters then. Give her a taste of her own medicine." You actually weren't usually one to promote revenge but, hell, if it meant it would get Jungkook off your ass then you were all for it.

"No can do. It's gotta be someone new and that Kiri doesn't know otherwise she won't care." Jungkook tutted.

"I'm not following." You admitted, truly not understanding why Jungkook was asking you of all people. You had only spent two hours with the guy. What about you in a lab coat and reeking of formaldehyde had told him that you were fake girlfriend material?

Jungkook suddenly took a look around and you followed suit, growing even more confused when Jungkook stepped closer and dropped his voice low.

"Kiri... she's president of her sorority; pretty, social, popular, you feel me? If I get someone like her then it just looks like I'm trying to replace her. But if I get–"

"If you say 'someone like you' as in implying I am neither of those things, I'll sock you in the nose." You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"–someone smart and independent, things that she's not, then she'll think I'm trying to forget her, which is what will get her attention. She'll be pissed, it's perfect." The dark-haired boy concluded, looking smug as if he had said something profound.

"Wow, you really are prince charming." You mused dryly. "Well, sorry to burst your bubble but I have no interest in being used as a pawn in your love game so..."

"You wouldn't be a pawn." Jungkook shook his head. "You'd be rewarded for your services–"

"Isn't that prostitution?" You cut off cheekily, causing Jungkook to roll his eyes.

"–I can help you fund your event." He continued.

At his words, you froze. Your head cocked to the side cautiously as you stared back at him, trying to decipher his sincerity.

"You can?"

Finally. This was the first time Jungkook could tell he had actually piqued your interest enough to really listen to him.

"Beta Tau Sigma. Our frat gets a monetary grant every semester in exchange for helping out in the community and helping fund an event for education sure would make us look damn good. While I'm not on the finance committee, one of my closest brothers is and I can totally pitch hosting your event to him."

"Holy shit..." You breathed out quietly, his words clearly making an impression on you.

If Beta Tau Sigma were to sponsor your event, not only could you afford to throw it but there was a real chance that people would actually come. Greek life was everything to your university and there weren't many significant school events that a frat or sorority wasn't behind.

Hold on. Why were you seriously considering this right now?

"But, I mean, you don't want to get involved in my love life, right? It's cool. See you next class, Y/N."

Jungkook shrugged coolly, spinning on his heel as he began to walk away, dismissing you with a simple gesture of a hand.

Your mind was racing. You had poured so much time into planning this event... Could the solution to finally getting it standing on its own two feet be found in some cocky frat boy? Was your pride that dismissable that you'd pretend to date him just to get what you wanted?

"Jungkook!" Was your inner conflict's final decision.

The boy paused his motions, his knowing smirk hidden as he had his back towards you.

"Hm?" He feigned innocence as he turned to face you.

"If you can seriously get your frat to sponsor my event, then..."

You took a step towards him, words trailing off.

Jungkook took a moment to look you up and down. You were dressed in jeans and a black knit sweater, the outline of a small kitten embroidered on it with white thread. It was an amusing juxtaposition given the nature of your personality.

Your hands were clenched into small fists, a shining, determined gleam in your ardent eyes.

"Then?" He mused smugly.

"Then I'll be the most bitchin' fake girlfriend you've ever had." You declared, a wide grin crawling along the length of your mouth.

Jungkook said nothing at first, just staring at you in silent reverence. He knew he hardly knew you but something about the resolve in your tone had him believing every word.

He extended a hand out towards you, catching you by surprise.

"So, do we have a deal? Partners?" There was mischievous timber to his words, the kind that made you feel as if this would all later come back to bite you in the ass.

Pushing that pestering thought away, you took his hand into yours, holding his eyes as you gave it a firm shake.

"Partners."

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[bijvoorbeeldja]

HERE SHE IS

The full enemies-to-lovers, “You’ve Got Mail” Sobbe AU, sprinkled with a few little surprises ***

I was NOT playin around when I said I was going to write ALL the fics during this quarantine y’all ain’t ready

Hope you enjoy! <3 I’d love to know what you think (even if you hate it)

……

Robbe’s phone buzzed on his nightstand.

earthlingoddity: good morning

He smiled into the screen, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

sterkerdanijzer: already awake?

earthlingoddity: yep

earthlingoddity: had some early morning inspiration

sterkerdanijzer: r u gonna let me see what you drew this time?

earthlingoddity: nope

earthlingoddity: against the rules

Robbe sighed, shaking his head.

Rolling out of bed, he contemplated what to type in response. This back-and-forth had been going on for months now, always coming back to this: the rules.

Clearly, they could text all they wanted. But that was it: just text. No voices, no photos showing their faces, locations, or anything else personal. Like drawings, for example. Nothing personal.

But really, everything they had been doing, all they had been talking about, felt personal to Robbe.

Screw the rules, Robbe thought. Even just through texts, he’d gotten closer to this person than anyone else in his life. Their conversations often started at dawn and spread throughout the day, lingering into the night until one of them fell asleep.

Of course, he’d agreed to the rules at the beginning. Hell, he’d made them. It was just talking, nothing else. But the more they talked, the more he wanted.

….

In a weird turn of events, Robbe had met Earthling in the comments of an Antwerp street art Tumblr, where teenagers flocked to share and comment on their latest masterpieces. Masked by alias handles, no one involved in the group knew the identities of the others. When they met up to tag at a location, everyone wore masks, hoodies, and dark clothes. Then they rehashed their work online, sharing photos and comments before planning their next meetup.

Robbe, using his disguised handle, had commented on a photo, when a stranger named earthlingoddity had commented back. Robbe had laughed and responded. The two passed banter back and forth before finally moving to DMs.

earthlingoddity: so you’re an artist, then the stranger had written him.

sterkerdanijzer: no, definitely not

sterkerdanijzer: I’m just in it for the vandalism

earthlingoddity: Hahahaha fair enough

earthlingoddity: u live in antwerp tho right?

sterkerdanijzer: pretty sure we’re not supposed to share details, STRANGER

earthlingoddity: ;-)

earthlingoddity: youre right. but i mean, we are talking now. and we’ve probably already seen each other

sterkerdanijzer: yeah maybe

earthlingoddity: I probably would have recognized a vandal tho…

sterkerdanijzer: not a chance. you’re probably one of those uppity art hoes who makes his masterpiece and doesn’t even acknowledge the little people

earthlingoddity: so you’re short then

sterkerdanijzer: enough! no personal details

Earthlingoddity: ok, so no names, no locations, no personal details. Any other rules?

sterkerdanijzer: uhm

sterkerdanijzer: no phone calls. And NO pics of your artwork. I might recognize it 

Earthlingoddity: so definitely no dick pics, then

Robbe had nearly choked at this. Even though their chatting had started as nearly nothing, it had rapidly become...something.  At least for Robbe. The past few weeks, their conversations had grown from occasional back-and-forths to constant communication, nearly-endless banter, and then...not-so-subtle flirting. Whatever was going on with this stranger, Robbe couldn’t bear to lose it. 

…..

Once he was finally ready for school that day, Robbe grabbed his skateboard and headed out to the street. Before mounting his board on the sidewalk, he opened his last chat with Earthling, trying to muster the courage to send him the message he’d been wanting to for days.

sterkerdanijzer: what if we said screw the rules….and met up? Like IRL?

Robbe’s fingers hovered over the keys, trying to gather the courage to hit send. It was stupid, he knew, but he was so terrified of scaring this stranger away. For reasons he didn’t fully understand yet, he needed him. Assuming it was, in fact, a him. I guess it was bold of him to assume Earthling was a boy. And gay. He took a breath and kicked off, starting to roll down the street. 

Then, out of nowhere, he was crashing, thrust back off his board and onto the ground as he collided with something. Or better, someone. 

Ugh, he groaned. Slowly rising up, he grabbed his phone and bag, which had been expelled violently from the impact. 

“What the hell, Robin?” the boy said, picking himself back up off the sidewalk where he’d fallen. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going?! Do you even know how to ride that thing?”

Brushing the dirt off his hands, he looked up, already feeling stiff aches form in his joints from the fall. Looking up, he groaned again.

Of course, it was Sander Driesen. He should have known immediately. No one else had the nerve to call him Robin.

Robbe rolled his eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t be meandering in the middle of the sidewalk,” he threw back. “Pick a side and stay out of the way of people who actually need to get somewhere.”

Sander scoffed, dusting himself off and grabbing his bag, rearranging the now-disorderly contents inside. “Right, I forgot. You’ll be late for class,” he said, the words dripping with disdain. “Ahh, to be young and only concerned with high school drama.” 

Oh, how Robbe hated Sander Driesen. 

Clad head-to-toe in black, with a noisy leather jacket, combat boots and a shock of (badly) bleached-blonde hair, he was a walking cliche. 

The two had grown up together, coexisting side by side in school and social circles. But the two could not be more different. Because of this, their relationship didn’t amount to much more than swapped insults in passing, tense confrontations, and merciless teasing. Now that Sander had graduated high school, their interactions were fewer. But for Robbe, that was still too often. 

“So tell me, O Wise One,” Robbe  shot back. “If you’re so above all of us children, why are you still dating Britt? She’s not too ‘high school drama’ for you?”

Sander grimaced. “I’m not with Britt,” he said, almost clenching his teeth.

“Right, whatever,” Robbe said, ready for this encounter to be way past over. “I don’t give a damn about your personal life. In fact, I don’t give a damn about anything involving you. I have to go.”

He turned to leave, realizing he skateboard was still on the ground, rolled out of his reach, an end tucked under the heel of Sander’s boot. He smirked at Robbe. 

“Oh, right. Your toy.” Sander rolled it back to Robbe, staring him down with an obnoxious smile. “See you around...Robin.”

Robbe grabbed his board and walked off in a huff, flipping Sander off as he passed. “Screw you, Sander.”

Rounding the corner, he stopped to steady his breathing. Why must his day be tainted with the influence of that fake blonde, edgy wannabe pyscho? Inhaling deep and taking advantage of his high tide of emotions, he pulled out his phone again, returning to his chat with Earthling. Do it, he told himself. Do it before you lose your nerve. Typing fast, he wrote:

Sterkerdanijzer: what if we said screw the rules….and met up? Like IRL?

He hit Send, waiting breathlessly.

Within seconds, three dots appeared. Earthling was typing.

……

The music was blaring, thumping against Robbe’s heartbeat. The crowd at the party was so thick that he was pressed up against Jens and Aaron, their combined heat making him slightly nauseous. 

But all he could focus on was the neon glow of the screen in front of him, and in his mind running over and over the words Earthling had texted him hours earlier: Earthlingoddity: probably not a good idea.

Robbe had stared at it again and again, feeling that same nosedive in his stomach as he had when he first got it that morning on the street. He didn’t want to meet Robbe. So all of it had been...nothing after all. Deep down he’d known that. It was just talking. But it still felt like rejection. How could he so intensely have misread their connection? Even virtually, Robbe had felt the magnitude of it. Or so he’d thought. 

All of this considered, he hadn’t been a very good wingman for his friends tonight. They’d dragged him to this party at Noor’s, scanning the room intently, looking for girls to pursue. Robbe just stood by, slumped and sipping lukewarm beer that just made his stomach turn.

Earthlingoddity: probably not a good idea he read again. Ugh. He was going to be torturing himself all night.

“Dude,” Jens elbowed him suddenly, or maybe just shifted, their proximity making it impossible to tell. “Dude, ten o’clock. That guy is totally checking you out.”

Robbe scoffed, not even bothering to look up. Gay guys at this party? He doubted it. 

“Seriously, Robbe,” Jens pushed again. “He’s definitely staring. And he’s actually pretty hot.” 

“Yep, totally,” Aaron agreed, nodding as he took a swig of his beer. “Definitely your type.”

“I don’t have a type,” Robbe sighed, finally tucking his phone back in his pocket and looking up. Shifting his gaze to his left, he looked in the direction the boys had indicated, trying to find a pair of eyes seeking his.

Whoa. Okay, so he was pretty hot.

Tall with messy brown hair, a boy with blue eyes was meeting his gaze. When the corners of the boy’s lips lifted in a smile, Robbe blushed, looking down. Now he looked desperate. Super.

“Go get another beer,” Jens said, shoving him forward. “See if he follows you. And act cool!”

“What? I—” Robbe protested, but the two were now pushing him together, forcing a parting of the crowd in front of them. 

Robbe swallowed, palms starting to sweat. He wove slowly through groups and couples dancing, making his way to the kitchen. Inside he sought out more drinks among the counter full of bottles and cups. It only took a few moments before he heard it.

“Hey,” the voice behind him said, deep and raspy. 

Robbe turned slowly, trying to swallow the dryness from his throat. The tall boy stood behind him, his beer dangling from two fingers. He leaned down to Robbe, putting his mouth close to his ear. 

“I’m Nathan,” he leaned back again to look Robbe in the eyes. 

“Uhm,” Robbe stammered. “I’m Rob-Robbe.”

“Hi, Robbe,” Nathan said, smiling. “Do you dance?” He took a step forward, dangerously close.

“Not if I can help it,” Robbe laughed nervously. The boy laughed too, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth and dimples. Robbe wiped a hand across his mouth, worried he was drooling now.

“Maybe another drink, then?” the boy asked. Robbe just nodded.

Nathan smiled and reached around to the counter, searching through the bottles. When he finally found an unopened one, he popped off the top easily, making Robbe’s stomach flip. So hot.  

Nathan handed it to Robbe, smiling. As Robbe took it, their fingertips brushed together. Robbe looked down, blushing. Then, again, the boy’s face was leaning down. They were cheek to cheek. 

“Want to get out of here?” he whispered, sending a wave of goosebumps down Robbe’s arm and spine. With a small nod, Nathan grabbed Robbe’s hand, leading him through the crowd.

…..

Outside, the air was much cooler, and Robbe felt like he could breathe again. The music blared from the door of the apartment building onto the street, but now it was just a dull throb instead of a deafening pulse.

Deep inhales of the outside air made his head feel lighter, his thoughts clearer...that is, until Nathan would brush his arm. Then he felt fuzzy again. With one arm leaning against the brick of the building, the other was casually touching Robbe’s every few minutes and Robbe could feel his knees going weak.

They had been talking for almost forty-five minutes and Robbe forgot how nice it was to talk intimately with someone he could actually be face to face with. Why had he even been bothering with Earthling? Clearly, that was going nowhere. Nathan, on the other hand, had potential. He was interesting, asking Robbe about his life and sharing details about his own. They talked easily, their touches getting progressively more frequent. Then, Nathan went silent, his gaze flicking down to Robbe’s lips. Robbe’s stomach was fluttering, licking his lips in anticipation. Nathan was leaning in, the hand against the brick sliding down to Robbe’s waist….

“Well, well well,” a loud voice behind him announced, breaking violently through their moment, causing the two to pull apart quickly. “If it isn’t my pal, Robin!” 

Sander Driesen, in dark jeans and a white t-shirt, appeared next to Robbe, followed by Britt in tow. He looked from Robbe to Nathan, smiling widely. 

“You have got to be kidding me,” Robbe muttered under his breath. Nathan looked confused, glancing from Robbe to the bleached-blonde boy.

“Robin?” he asked, biting his lip in bewilderment.

“Ignore him,” Robbe said, grabbing his shoulder. “C’mon.” 

“Aren’t you going to introduce me, Robin?” Sander replied, cocking his head and raising his eyebrows at Robbe. 

Robbe groaned. “Seriously, Sander,” he said, “Not now.”

“Oh, c’mon, buddy,” he gave Robbe’s shoulder a soft punch. “Introduce me to your friend,” the last work thick with implication.

Robbe rolled his eyes as Sander stuck a hand out to Nathan, who took it with a polite smile.

“I’m Sander,” the boy said. “Robbe and I….well, let’s just say we have a looooong history.”

Robbe glared at Sander. “We’re going now.”

As he was leading Nathan back down the street, Sander called out again, louder.

“We didn’t mean to interrupt the moment, love birds,” he said, smirking. “Carry on!” With a chuckle, Sander threw an arm around Britt’s waist and walked into the apartment.

A few feet down the sidewalk Nathan turned to Robbe. “Who was that?

“Nobody,” Robbe answered quickly, trying to turn the conversation anywhere but on Sander. 

“It didn’t seem like nobody,” Nathan said quietly, rubbing a hand through his hair.  “Is he...an old boyfriend, or something?”

“What?!” Robbe near-shouted, stopping to look right at Nathan. “No. No. Not even close. He drives me crazy.”

Nathan bit his lip. “Look, Robbe. I should probably get going.”

“What?” Robbe said, his face dropping. “Because of him? You can’t be serious—”

“I was probably moving too quickly,” Nathan said slowly. “I’m sorry.” He gave Robbe a quick kiss on the cheek and walked away, turning the corner out of view. 

…..

Robbe didn’t care who was spilling drinks or getting their feet stepped on. Plowing through the crowd with his elbows, he found his way into the party and back to Jens and Aaron, who were in the middle of telling a story to two girls bearing plastic cups and bored expressions.

“Uhm, hey guys?” Robbe said, tapping Jens on the shoulder. “I’m going to take off.” Jens turned, quickly motioning a be right back to the girls, who nodded vaguely. 

“Wait, what happened with the guy?’ Jens asked eagerly. “Are you going to his place?”

Robbe frowned. “No. It didn’t exactly...work out.”

“Sorry, man,” Aaron said, slapping Robbe’s shoulder. “Want us to come with?”

Robbe shook his head. “Nah, you guys stay. I’m going to call it a night anyway.”

Finishing his goodbyes, Robbe ditched his bottle and stepped back out in the night air, now considerably cooler. Finding his bike, he started unlocking the lock when a voice behind him again shook him out of his thoughts.

“Headed home already?” Sander. Again.

Robbe whipped around on him, finding him alone this time. 

“Seriously, Sander? Can you please just leave me alone?” Robbe said, almost whining now. “You already managed to ruin this night for me once.”

This sobered Sander a little, who swallowed and took a step forward.

“Robbe, I—”

“No, I mean it, Sander. Go back to Britt, who’s apparently not your ‘girlfriend,’” Robbe did air quotes, making Sander clench his teeth again, “and leave me the hell alone.”

There was silence for a moment before Sander spoke.

“I’m sorry, Robbe.”  

Robbe shook his head and turned back to his bike lock.

“I was doing you a favor, okay?” Sander spoke, his voice insistent. “That guy seemed like a real douche.” Robbe scoffed. Seriously? 

“I mean, did you see his hair?” Sander continued. “Total poser.”

Robbe laughed to himself. “Yeah, like you’re one to talk,” he mumbled back at Sander.

Sander smiled at this. “Touche.” 

Robbe had his bike unlocked now and he started to wheel it down the street. 

“See you around, Robbe.” Sander called out.

“Yeah, don’t count on it,” Robbe replied.

As he mounted his bike, his phone vibrated. A message.

Earthlingoddity: You know what, forget what I said. Screw the rules. Let’s meet. When? Where?

………

Robbe didn’t respond to Earthling’s message for several days. When he did, he wanted to come off cool, casual. He drafted and redrafted the same message in a hundred different ways. Finally, he sent back:

Sterkerdanijzer: Yeah, okay. I guess we can. I can do Friday at 18h. Drinks at Jardim Antwerpen?

He got a reply almost immediately.

Earthlingoddity: Absolutely. I’ll be there. Without a mask ;-) 

So there he was, sitting at a table watching the sun go down, turning a near-empty glass in his hands over and over again in his hands. Even with the condensation from the glass, Robbe’s palms were clammy. He was so nervous he had to occasionally reach down to calm his shaking legs. 

Milan had helped him pick out an outfit, a white linen button up and jeans. Zoe had mussed his hair until she insisted it was “perfect.” But he just felt ridiculous. Why was he even doing this? If he’d learned anything from the past few weeks, it was that he knew nothing. And he was probably going to be single forever. And for all he knew, Earthling would turn out to be a serial killer. 

At 18h15, Robbe started to get antsy. He messaged the boy:

Sterkerdanijzer: I’m here. White shirt, brown hair. U close?

But he got no response. He bit his lip anxiously, checking his phone constantly. At 18h45, after he had downed one more drink than he should have, he got up. Leaving a tip on the table, he shoved his phone in his pocket and headed to leave. This was a ridiculous idea, he scolded himself. So stupid. Of course he wouldn’t show.

As he neared the exit, he saw a flash of white in his peripheral. Turning, he saw a boy sitting at a table alone, phone in his hand. Sander.

As if he’d spoken his name out loud, Sander looked up, green eyes glowing. He smirked. “Small world,” he called out to Robbe. “What are you doing here?”

Robbe glared at him. “None of your business. What are you doing here?”

Sander just looked at him for a minute. “I’m, uh...waiting for Britt. She’s supposed to be here soon. Were you waiting for a date?” His knowing smile made Robbe’s insides twist. 

“Right,” Robbe said, nodding. “Well, I’m going to…” he turned again to leave.

“Uhm, actually, Robbe?” he called out. Robbe turned back slightly. What was he going to say now?

“Do you think I could borrow your phone to text Britt? Mine is dead.”

Robbe hesitated. Gone from Sander’s tone was any hint of teasing. He sounded genuine. He sounded desperate, almost. 

“Yeah, fine,” Robbe seceded, walking over to Sander’s table and handing over his phone. 

“Thanks,” Sander said, giving Robbe a small smile as he met his gaze. 

Robbe stood there as Sander typed, concentrating hard on the screen. Waiting, he glanced around again. No sign of anybody new. No sign of anybody looking for him. He was so stupid. 

“So, were you supposed to meet Nathan here?” Sander asked, not looking up as he continued to type.

“Why do you care?” Robbe asked.

Sander looked up. “I’m just making conversation. I hope it wasn’t him, though. You could do better.”

Robbe scoffed. “Okay, thanks for the tip, Sander.” He turned away again. ‘Cause Sander cared SO much about him. Right.

Then Sander stood, downing the rest of his drink. “Look like she’s not coming.” But as he handed Robbe back his phone, he didn’t look sad. He was smiling. Walking toward the exit, he turned back toward Robbe. 

“You coming?” Sander asked.

“What, me?” Robbe asked incredulously.

“Uh, yeah you, Robin,” Sander laughed. “Let’s go.” Walking away again, Robbe stood there, mouth open. 

“Come!” Sander’s voice reached Robbe again. He was probably too drunk to think straight because next thing he knew, he was following Sander’s silhouette into the sunset. 

…..

“Sander, you cannot be serious,” Robbe stood obstinately away from the door, shaking his head at the boy, who was jiggling with the lock on a door, labeled boldly with a “No Trespassing” sign. “I assumed your plans were more drinks, not jail.”

Sander kept his hands on the door handle, but turned to face Robbe, a teasing grin on his face.

“Would you chill? We’re not getting arrested. I’ve done this a hundred times.”

“Yeah, ‘cause that makes me feel better,” Robbe retorted. 

Sander just laughed and continued jiggling until click. The door squeaked open. He turned and raised his eyebrows at Robbe. “Come.”

Robbe shook his head again. He could not believe this. Not only was Sander trying to ruin his social life, he was trying to get him arrested. But Sander had disappeared behind the door, and finally, reluctantly, Robbe followed behind him.

Illuminating the stairs inside with the light on his phone, Sander led Robbe to the top, where he held his hands out in a ta-da! motion, so clearly pleased with this reveal. 

Reaching the top and taking in the scene, Robbe’s jaw dropped. A large, open-air pool laid out before him, neon blue water rippling with the cold wind.

“No,” Robbe started, his voice escalating. “Sander, no. We are not—”

But Sander was starting to shrug out of his jacket, then reaching down to undo the laces of his boots. 

“C’mon,” he whisper-yelled. “We’re doing this!”

“You’re insane!” Robbe yelled. “There’s no way I’m getting in that pool. We will die!”

Sander laughed as he lifted his shirt over his head. “We will not die, Robbe. Just come!”  

Robbe just stood there in disbelief as Sander kept shedding clothes, not stopping at his briefs. In a blink of an eye, he was completely naked and running towards the pool, jumping in with a yelp.

Robbe’s jaw dropped. Sander was actually insane. And was his skin always that golden? And did he have abs?

Emerging from the water with a screech, Sander called out again. 

“Robbe, come! It’s amazing in here!”

“No,” Robbe said defiantly. “No way.”

“You’re missing out, Robin,” he called out to him in a sing-song voice.

Robbe shook his head. “It’s freezing cold!”

“Yeah, it’s freezing cold,” Sander said. “But you have to do it. Get in! Now!”

Treading water, the light from the pool making his blonde hair glow neon, Sander waited for him, smiling.

Before he could think, Robbe started unbuttoning his shirt, dropping it on the concrete. Stepping out of his jeans, he watched Sander’s eyes roam across his bare chest. He swallowed hard.

Down to his underwear, Robbe started toward the pool, berating himself for giving into the demands of a pretentious — but weirdly captivating — boy. 

Okay, that was clearly the alcohol talking, he thought, shaking the idea from his head. 

“Hey, hey!” Sander yelled, stopping Robbe in his tracks. “All the way or no way.”

Robbe balked at him. Was he serious? He exhaled, biting his lip. Reaching down, he stripped off his underwear, now completely bare in front of Sander Driesen. He was going to regret this. But for now, he jumped into the pool.

He had been right. It was freezing. Easily the coldest water he’d ever felt. When his head exited the water, he yelped. 

“Oh. My. God.” he squealed, teeth chattering. “I am going to kill you, Sander!” He splashed around violently, trying to keep his limbs from going numb. 

“Dude, can you even swim?” Sander yelled, laughing.

Robbe splashed water Sander’s way. “Are you kidding? I can swim better than you any day!”

“Was that a challenge?” Sander quipped, circling around Robbe. 

“Well, yeah, I think it was!” Robbe answered. “You scared Driesen?” 

Sander smiled at him. “You’re on, Robin! First one to that opposite side of the pool wins! On three!”

“One….” Robbe started.

“Two….” Sander echoed.

“Three!” They yelled in unison, taking off for the pool’s edge. 

Robbe stroked, gasping deeply as he tried to find his stride. He was not going to let Sander beat him, no matter how drunk he was.

But when he reached the ledge, cheering in victory, he couldn’t see Sander. He wiped the water from his eyes, and looked beneath the water for Sander. He couldn’t see him anywhere.

“Sander?” He called out. “I totally kicked your ass!”

Still, nothing. Now, Robbe was starting to panic.

“Sander?!” His yelled, desperation creeping into his voice. He was about to call out again when Sander popped out of the water directly in front of him, so close, stealing Robbe’s breath and pinning him against the ledge.

“Sander, what the hell? What are you—” Robbe started, but before he could finish, Sander grasped the ledge behind Robbe, covering his body with his. Robbe felt Sander’s chest rise and fall against his as he tried to catch his breath.

“You won, Robin,” Sander spoke deeply. 

Then, he was kissing Robbe, keeping one hand on the ledge, the other sliding down to Robbe’s waist, holding him in place. Sander’s hand was firm, making Robbe melt beneath him. Robbe reached back a hand to hold himself to the ledge and the other found the nape of Sander’s neck. Using his fingers, he pulled Sander towards him, then let those fingers tangle themselves in Sander’s hair. Feeling his pull, Sander kissed Robbe deeper, grasping at any part of Robbe’s mouth he could find, sliding down to his jaw and his neck, sucking the skin there. Whining, Robbe’s eyes rolled back. Sander found lips again, tugging on them gently. Robbe licked the soft skin of Sander’s lips and heard a gentle moan escape the boy’s throat. It was happening so fast. Their limbs and breath were tangling, mixing together in explosive energy that made them both weak. 

He was kissing Sander Driesen. He was kissing Sander Driesen. When these words came together and made sense in his mind, he startled, shoving Sander off of him. 

“What are we doing?” Robbe spoke, trying to catch his breath. “What are we doing?! This isn’t….we’re, we’re drunk!” His voice was rising, filling with disbelief and exasperation.

“Robbe, I—” Sander said, water dripping off his golden skin, tempting Robbe more than he wanted to admit. He approached Robbe again slowly. 

“No, no,” Robbe said, reaching for the ledge and hefting himself out of the water. “This was a huge mistake. I’m drunk. We’re drunk. We shouldn’t have—”

“Robbe, wait!” Sander called, swimming towards the ledge and following Robbe out.

Robbe ran and gathered his clothes. “I have to go, Sander. Let me go.” 

Sander stopped, a look of confusion and hurt painting his face. “Robbe, don’t….”

Robbe spun on him, his voice rising. “Don’t follow me, Sander. And don’t you dare tell anyone about this. Swear it.”  

Sander just looked at him, lifting up his hands in submission. “I’m sorry, I swear I won’t—”     

Then Robbe ran down the stairs, struggling to pull his clothes on over his soaking-wet body as he left Sander behind him.

……

Robbe had hoped that when he woke up, the whole night would have been a dream. A ridiculous dream that would have made him blush...and probably need to take a cold shower. But still, a dream. A dream he could forget about. But the pile of wet clothes on the floor and phone full of messages from Sander proved otherwise. He groaned, aching from the memory and the hangover. 

His phone vibrated again and exasperated, he turned to silence it when he saw it — a message not from Sander, but from Earthling. 

Earthlingoddity: Hey….I know that there is probably nothing I can say to you right now that will make up for what I did last night. I didn’t mean to stand you up. I promise. Something just...came up and I couldn’t make it. I promise it wasn’t you, okay. Please, please forgive me? 

Robbe just stared at the message. As he did, another message from Sander came. 

Sander: Robbe, please answer me. I’m sorry about last night. Can we please talk, face-to-face?

Robbe rubbed his face. What was he going to say to either of these people? Why was everything such a mess?

Kissing Sander last night...that had been the biggest shock to his system. Sander hated him. He hated Sander. That was their relationship. But in an ice-cold pool they’d entered some alternate universe and crossed a line. They were drunk. That was it. Right?

Robbe went back to the message from Earthling. Typing slowly, he sent:

Sterkerdanijzer: you were right. We should have never agreed to meet.

He got a response back almost immediately.

Earthlingoddity: No! No, it wasn’t a mistake. We should meet. I promise, something just came up that I couldn’t say no to. I want to meet you so bad. Please, can you give me another chance? I’ll do anything.

Robbe closed the message. Not now.

Taking another deep breath, he opened Sander’s message. 

Robbe: Fine, we can talk. Come to my house in an hour.

Sander: I’ll be there. 

……

After Robbe had showered and straightened up his room, he took a deep breath. He had no idea how he was going to survive this interaction with Sander, after all that had happened between them. They’d kissed. ALOT. They’d been naked, for heaven’s sake. Robbe groaned, flopping back down on his bed. What was happening to him? The world was turning upside down.

With that, there was a knock on the door. He could hear Jens shuffling to get it, but he raced to the door, sliding past Jens. 

“I got it, I got it.” 

Jens just looked at him, yawning. “What the hell?”

“It’s...it’s uhm...for me. I’ll get it.”

Jens stared blankly. “You’re being weird.” But he just went off towards the kitchen, yawning again.

Taking a breath, Robbe opened the door. 

Sander stood there, his hair also wet, clearly brushed into submission. He had on a cream-colored sweater, which shocked Robbe. He looked good. 

“Robbe. Hey.” He smiled, taking a deep breath.

Robbe just stood there, unsure of what to say.

Sander smiled again. “Soooo….can I come in or….?”

“Oh, right. Yeah, come in.” Robbe opened the door wider so Sander could enter. 

Glancing towards the kitchen, where Jens was making coffee, glasses clinking, he motioned to the hallway. 

“Let’s go to my room and talk,” Robbe spoke quietly.

“Sure, yeah,” Sander nodded. “Lead the way.”

Robbe walked hesitantly toward his room, opening the door for Sander. He entered, looking around. 

“Nice place,” he commented, looking at Robbe with a wink. “Thanks for inviting me.”

Robbe smiled, feeling flushed all of the sudden.

Sander went and sat on the edge of the bed. Robbe followed.

Sander cleared his throat. “So, I know what happened last night surprised you. I know it surprised me.” He smiled to himself. “I just wanted to say that….I’m not sorry.”

“What?” Robbe looked up at him, confused.

Sander was firm, sure. “I said, I’m not sorry. For what happened. For kissing you.”

“You’re….not sorry….” Robbe repeated slowly, trying to understand.

“I wanted to kiss you and I did. And I don’t regret it. I know we were drunk, but I think you wanted to kiss me, too.”

Robbe felt heat rise to his cheeks. He spoke quietly. “Sander…it doesn’t make sense. We don’t make sense. At all. We are at each other’s throats constantly.”

“So what?” Sander asked, laughing. “Maybe what we thought was hate was just passion.”

“Passion?” Robbe choked. “Passion? We can’t stand each other! We drive each other completely crazy!”

“Well,” Sander began, biting his lip. “That, I guess, is true. You do drive me crazy. But not for the reasons you think.”

What? 

“Sander, what are you—” but Robbe stopped as Sander turned towards him, sliding a hand to cup his jaw. 

“You do drive me completely insane, Robbe,” he said gently. “But in a way I want to feel all the time. That kiss was….” he put his hands together over his head, imitating a mind-blown gesture, “pppppffffffeeeewww.”

Robbe’s lips were curling up in a smile he couldn’t hide. He felt warm. But something nagged at him.

“Sander, I can’t do this,” he admitted quickly, before he could stop himself. “I know this sounds silly and stupid, but….there’s someone else.”

Sander sat back. “Who, Nathan?”

Robbe shook his head. “No, not Nathan. You ruined that one, remember?” He slugged Sander’s arm.

“No, it’s….” Robbe put his head down, embarrassed. “It’s someone I don’t even actually know.” He covered his face in his hands. “I know, it’s so stupid. But I think I really care about this person.”

To Robbe’s surprise, Sander didn’t laugh. Or come up with some stupid insult. Or even seem surprised by his revelation at all. 

“Okay,” he began. “So, who is he? Where did you meet him?” 

“Well,” Robbe said, blushing again. “We met online. On a stupid street art blog. We talk through DMs all day, everyday. Yesterday, when we ran into each other, I was waiting for him. We were supposed to meet each other for the first time in person. But….he stood me up.”

“Hmmm,” Sander sounded. “Sounds like a real asshole.”

Robbe laughed. “He’s not, though! Sure, I was devastated that he ditched me...and then, we kissed...and, everything is just a mess.” He fell back on the bed again, hands over his face.

Sander was silent for a minute. “So did he apologize? For last night?”

Robbe sat up slightly. “Well, yeah. He messaged me again saying he was sorry, and that it wasn’t me.”

“So?” Sander asked, probing for more. 

“So what?” Robbe asked.

“So, what are you going to say? Are you going to forgive him?” Sander asked.

“Well...I don’t know,” Robbe admitted. “I want to. You’re going to insult me mercilessly for the rest of time for saying this, but...I think Earthling is my soulmate.”

Sander grinned. “I’m sorry, who?”

Robbe laughed, embarrassed again. 

“Earthlingoddity, it’s his handle. I just call him Earthling.”

Sander looked down at his lap, biting his lip to hide a grin.

“I knew you would make fun of me!” Robbe shoved Sander. “I knew it!”

“No!” Sander held his hands up innocently. “I’m not making fun of you! I think it’s cute. I mean, it’s a Bowie reference, he’s obviously got good taste.”

Robbe smiled. “Yeah, he does,” he said.

“So,” Sander continued. “If you think this guy is your soulmate, I think you should talk to him. Give him another chance.”

“What should I say?” Robbe asked. “Do I ask him to meet up again?”

Sander thought for a minute. “I think you need to give him an ultimatum. His last chance.”

“An ultimatum?” Robbe asked.

“Yep.” Sander said, scooting to sit cross-legged on the bed. “Take out your phone.”

“What, now?” Robbe asked incredulously. 

“Yes, now!” Sander said firmly. “C’mon. Get your phone.”

Robbe shook his head. Of course, his rival, the guy he’d made out with last night, was now helping him attempt to snag a man. He officially understood nothing.

Taking out his phone, he pulled up Earthling’s message. 

“So what do I say?” He looked at Sander.

“Just say….” Sander began, looking off in thought. “You hurt me yesterday. This is your one chance to make it up to me. Meet me tonight or we’re done with this. No more talking, no more messages. This is it. Your last chance” Damn. Looking at Sander once more, he typed it out. Taking a deep breath, he hit Send.

“Oh no, oh no, I sent it. What now. What if he doesn’t answer? What if he thinks I’m desperate?” Robbe rattled off, starting to hyperventilate.

Then, Sander’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out. 

“Sorry, hold on a sec,” he said. “I gotta respond to this.”

“Sander!” Robbe whined. “Focus! I need you! If he responds, you have to help me!”

“Don’t worry. Robin,” Sander said with a smirk. “He will. And I will.”

Sander typed quickly, then put his phone back down on the bed. He was hiding another smirk.

Robbe glared at him. “Sander! Are you texting Britt right now? Should I remind you that we’re focusing on me right now? Or should I remind you that you kissed me last night? What is wrong with you?!”

Sander shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t texting Britt, Robbe, calm down.” 

But Robbe ignored this as his phone buzzed again.

“Oh my god, okay, it’s him,” he cleared his throat. “This is what he said.” 

Now, Sander was laughing. Loudly. 

“Sander!” Robbe whined again.

Sander tried to stifle a laugh with his palm. “Okay,” he tried to turn the laugh into a cough. “Right, I’m focused. Well, what did he say?”

Robbe swiped and opened the message.

“He said...I choose you, Robin. Always, one hundred percent, forever.”

Robbe’s phone fell in his lap as he looked up at Sander. 

“Sander…..what kind of joke are you—”

Sander just shook his head and grinned. “Don’t call me, Sander. From now on, you have to call me Earthling.”   

Then, Sander was crawling over to Robbe, pushing him back down on the bed.

Hovering over him, he spoke gently. 

“When I saw you with Nathan at the party last week, I got jealous. You looked so hot and I knew I was starting to want you. It scared me. I knew you hated me. But I did. I wanted you. Trust me, Britt and I aren’t together. I just wanted to make you jealous. And that obviously backfired,” he said, laughing.

He continued to Robbe’s breathless stare. “Then I found out it was you I had been messaging when I borrowed your phone at the bar yesterday,” he said. “I saw the messages I’d sent you as Earthling. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe Robin was the boy I’d been talking to. The boy I’d been falling in love with, online and in real life. I was going to tell you right there, but you were so mad at me and so cute and I couldn’t resist trying to see if I could get you to fall in love with me, too. As Sander. And after that kiss, I knew what we had was real. Whether over text or in a freezing cold pool, it was real.”

Robbe blinked in disbelief. Was he really hearing this? It wasn’t some colossal joke Sander was playing on him? 

“Sander….” he said carefully. “Is that true? Is that really—” but before he could finish, Sander was kissing him again, winding a hand into his hair, immersing him completely, deeply into him.

It was true. 

.....

So, telling their friends about their relationship had been interesting. 

First, Jen had walked in on them, sloshing coffee all over himself when he saw Sander pulling off Robbe’s shirt. That had been a hard one to explain.

But the weirdest part was that no one had really seemed surprised. Sure, Jens was taken back initially, but as they sat in the kitchen sharing coffee (after Robbe had reclaimed his shirt and gotten dressed), Robbe sitting on Sander’s lap, Jens had smiled at them like a proud dad. 

You’re like yin and yang, he’d said. Somehow you two just fit.

And they did. In so many ways. Their minds, their souls, their bodies...

They just fit. 

#wtfock #wtfock fanfic #wtfock fic #sobbe #robbe x sander #enemies to lovers #you've got mail #this was a trip

[slitherofgold]

Friday Fighting~ Sam Fender

It was Friday night, and you and the girls had decided to go out clubbing to celebrate the end of a horrible, shitty week. Your two best-friends (Grace and Liv) were getting ready round yours, and it was safe to say that pre-drinks had already started. “Who’s ready to get fucking wasteddddd”, Grace sang with a drink in her hand. 

“Fucking hell Grace, slow down. I’m not having you drunk before actually going out, and I’m definitely not baby-sitting you the entire night”, you said. 

“Chill y/n, let yourself go a bit, have fun. If you get what I mean.” She grinned her cheeky grin and you rolled your eyes in response.

“If you mean go fuck a stranger then that’s definitely not what I had in mind. That’s how people get killed.” Liv, who had been attempting to put on her lashes, turned around to face the two of you. 

“Y/n don’t have sex with the first guy you meet, but maybe actually talk to a guy, or I don’t know, dance with someone. You haven’t opened yourself up to anyone since-

“We do not speak his name!!” Grace interrupted before Liv could finish her sentence. You laughed. 

“Look guys, I’m over him, I am. It’s just, guys are a waste of time at the moment, and they all turn out to be assholes anyway,” You tried to explain.

“Yeah but what about your sex life, every girl still needs to have her sex life”, Grace said. You looked towards Liv who nodded her head in agreement.

“That’s what a vibrators for. It does the trick and doesn’t emotionally damage you either.”

“Look, I know you’re a strong, independent woman and all, but please let yourself go a bit tonight and just have fun. And try not to blank every guy that comes up to you, at least give em a chance.” Liv stared into your eyes as if waiting for an answer. 

“Fineeeee”, you gave in. The two girls applauded and squealed like teenagers, before turning on the music and dancing around the bedroom. You loved nights like this, where you could just let loose of all your problems and act like a child again, singing the words to your favourite songs and dancing as if no one was watching. Maybe the girls were right. Maybe it was time to start meeting new people. 

After getting ready, you all left your place and got a taxi to the club. Grace was already a bit tipsy from the drinks back at yours, and you knew for a fact that she’d be passed out, face first, at the end of the night. The cold night air, hit you as soon as you got out the cab, and you wished you had bought some kind of jacket to act as layer over your sexy ass dress, that Liv had let you borrow. You could hear the music from outside, loud and blaring, and you couldn’t wait to sacrifice yourself to the music and let yourself go.

Inside it was a swarm of sweaty, drunk bodies, much like you had anticipated. Without a second thought, Grace swung herself into the crowd, jumping along and dancing to the music, already lost in it. You and Liv followed after her to be quickly engulfed by the crowd.

After a while of screaming lyrics, and grinding your bodies against random strangers, you had decided to go get drinks. You left Liv and Grace out on the dance-floor, not wanting to disrupt their fun, and headed towards the bar. It was fairly busy, and you had to squeeze past a few shoulders to make it through to the front. You waved your hand at the bartender, “Hey, can I get 3 shots of tequila!”, you shouted over the music. He smiled and nodded in return before starting on your drinks. You glanced back towards the dance-floor, and unsurprisingly, Grace and Liv were still there not having noticed you’d gone. 

“The music here’s shit, don’t you think?”, you heard someone shout in a geordie accent. You inclined your head towards the voice, to see that the question was directed at you. You raised your eyebrows in surprise as you took in the stranger. He was hot in such a casual way. Jeans and a t-shit, messy hair, the accent. You were so caught up in how he looked you had forgotten what he said. He laughed, clearly amused. He leaned in closer and repeated the question, his breath warm on your cheek. 

“Oh, yeah it’s not my kind of music but at least you can still dance to it. I’ve heard worse anyways.” You smiled back. The bartender tapped your shoulder and you quickly turned having forgotten the drinks. You pulled out your purse ready to pay, when a hand suddenly stopped you. 

“Don’t worry, it’s on me.” The stranger smiled at you, and gave the bartender his card before you could intervene. “ 3 shots aye, I’m guessing they’re for you and your mates?”

“ Well, they would be if they were here, but unfortunately they’re still on the dance-floor.” You smiled and pointed towards them. Then as you locked eyes with Liv, you remembered what your friends had said earlier, she grinned at you as if you had spoken telepathically. “Do you wanna, um, share the shots instead, since, well you paid for them, and I don’t think they’re gonna be too bothered. They’re basically already gone.” You stammered, trying to act cool, even though you hadn’t done this in while. As if he could sense your nerves, he smiled, easing your comfort. 

“Yeah sounds class that”. He seemed relieved, almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask that. “I’m Sam by the way”, he put out his hand and you happily shook it. 

“Y/n”, you smiled. 

“Well it’s nice to meet you y/n”, he seemed genuinely nice and after downing the shots, the two of you were already having a laugh, taking the piss out of people in the club and placing bets on the most random things. 

“Do you wanna go someplace quieter, I can barely hear you over this shit”, Sam said. You nodded your head and grabbed his hand, as he led you through the club to a booth towards the back. You glanced at the girls. Grace was beyond drunk and Liv was mildly sober. They were both dancing with guys, who seemed very touchy-feely, but neither of them seemed to mind. Liv caught eyes with you once more and winked. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t withhold your smirk. Liv quickly mouthed ‘be careful’ before turning back towards the guys she was dancing with, losing herself in the music once more. 

Once you reached the booth, you slid in close to Sam. He bought more drinks, that you insisted you would pay for, and carried on with your conversation. It was so nice just having some decent flirty banter, that you couldn’t help but feel comfortable with this guy. You were both laughing and talking as if you had been friends for years. Suddenly his phone started ringing. He pulled it out and checked the screen. “Oh shit, sorry I’ve really gotta take this.” He said. 

“Nah, nah that’s fine don’t worry”, you insisted. He apologised once more and left the booth in search for a quieter place to have his phone-call. Since being on your own sucked, you pulled out your own phone for some temporary entertainment.  You had 8 missed calls and 14 unread messages all from Liv. You opened the messages as quick as you could, panic coursing through you. 

Liv: OMG Grace passed out- on the dance floor!!!! Where are you?!

Liv: Y/N WHERE ARE YOU, I CAN’T LEAVE WITHOUT YOU. 

Liv: I’ve called a taxi for me and Grace, I gotta get her back home. Please let me know you’re alright??

Liv: I’ll come back for you as soon as Grace is home, are you ok?

Liv: Y/N ANSWER ME!!!!

You quickly typed out a message briefly telling her not to worry, and that you’ll get a taxi back home soon. You also asked about Grace, hoping she was alright. This was often a common occurrence when the 3 of you went out. In fact if Grace didn’t pass out, the night would be classed as shit. 

“Hey, what’s a pretty thing like you doing here alone?” You heard someone say. You looked up from your phone to see a man, maybe in his late 30s, staring down out you. 

“Oh, I’m not alone, I’m just waiting for my friend”, you assured the guy. Instead of buggering off, like you hoped he would, he took a seat next to you instead. He made it very clear what his intentions were, you could basically feel his eyes undressing you as he looked you up and down. 

“Well, will this friend be long? Cause I think we could kill some time”. He placed his hand on your thigh and slowly moved it up your leg, making you feel sick to the bone. You pushed his hand away from you in disgust. 

“Don’t touch me!” you shouted, wishing that you and Sam had chosen a busier place to sit, rather than somewhere which was remarkably quieter.

“Don’t be like that. You’re basically asking for it in a dress like that.” The guy became a lot more aggressive, and tried to push himself against you, holding your arms to stop you from fighting back. 

“Help!!!” You screamed, praying someone would hear. Your legs were trapped under the table, preventing you from trying to kick him in balls. Damn it. You were about to headbutt the guy when you heard a heavy smack, and the weight of the bastard left your body as he fell and hit the table. You looked up seeing Sam, knuckles already bruised and slightly bleeding, with a look of pure rage on his face. He stormed round the table and grabbed the guys collar, lifting him up. 

“Get the fuck out of here”, Sam said, the rage seething out with every word. “Or I won’t hesitate to do it again”. He chucked the guy, as if he was worthless, and unsurprisingly the guy ran off in the opposite direction, quickly forgetting you. Once Sam knew the guy had gone and was out of sight, he turned to you and rested a hand on your shoulder. 

“Y/n are you alright? I knew I shouldn’t of left you. I’m so sorry.” He looked in your eyes, his own filled with concern. 

“I’m fine, I’m just glad you got here in time. Fucking dirtbag. Are you alright?” You glanced at where the guy had left, worried he would reemerge, and then focused on Sam’s knuckles, holding them in your own hands.  

“Don’t worry about me”, Sam chuckled. “I’m not the one who had filthy fucking hands roaming all over me. Are you sure you’re all right?” 

“Yeah, I’ll survive. But I should be getting back home soon, the girls already left and now they’re waiting on me”, you explained the whole situation to Sam. 

“Damn that Grace party’s hard” He chuckled. “Do you want me to call you a taxi? After that whole fucking thing, the least I can do is make sure you get home safe.”

“You’ve done enough. The drinks, saving my life. If you do anything else, I’d be indebted to you.” You joked. 

“See, that’s what I was hoping. Cause if you were indebted to me, you’d have to give me your number, and then we’d have to meet up, and you’d have to spend even more time with me.” He looked at you and then down at his hands, which you were still holding, and then back up at you again, a smile slowly forming across his face. 

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to call me a taxi then”

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Hi guys, me again. Sorry this is a super long (for me) imagine  and hasn’t really got much fluff in it but hey ho, this is how it turned out :) Sorry if it’s got loads of typos or mistakes, I finished this at 2am and honestly I am ready to pass out on my bed. Anyways hope you enjoyed, and message me for requests or anything you wanna ask/say. Goodnighttttt <3

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[keeroo92]

Hi! I love your writings so much! I saw your post of wanting some writing prompts. If you still would like some, I have one! Prompt: V and reader are set up on a blind date. Maybe Nero set them up because the 2 are so different from each other (opposites attract type thing). The entire date goes horribly wrong, but despite that, Nero ended up being right and they start falling for each other.

Ahhhh, my first prompt!!! Thank you so much, I had such a blast writing this! I’ll be working on your second one later today :3

Word count: 2,269

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Being single and living with Nero and Kyrie was such a pain. You caught them in all manner of compromising situations, from the way they stared at each other to walking in on them in the shower together. It was downright nauseating to see how lovesick they were. You’d been single for a long time, and as you complained about the living situation to Nero one day, he offered an alternative.

“I know a guy, you should meet him.”

He glanced knowingly at Kyrie but she just held up her hands in a classic gesture of “leave me out of it” and left the room. You were instantly on high alert.

“Uh… a guy? Care to be more specific?”

Nero smirked at your hesitance and you pressed a fingernail into the flesh of your palm to keep yourself from smacking the smugness right off his face.

“I’ll set it up. You free Friday?”

And thus on Friday night, you found yourself at a café downtown. You had a casual but flirty skirt on, perfect for the delayed summer heat. Kyrie had even done your hair. It was a weakness of yours, but she turned out to be a lifesaver and arranged a stylish French twist across the backside of your head.

All that work to dress up, and Nero’s “guy” was late.

By twenty minutes.

You stood in the lobby amongst a horde of patrons with the horrible orange bracelet Nero had given you so his friend would know who you were. He had blatantly refused to drop a single clue who you were meeting no matter how hard you prodded him.

You had to give Nero credit; he’d maintained his silence through an entire week. Impressive, considering how you even recruited Nico to needle him. He rarely kept any secrets from her, as her brash attitude tended to get under his skin and break his composure.

You snickered quietly, remembering how the two had bantered over dinner last night, when you heard a shy voice call your name. Your eyes glided up the figure of the man who had spoken with intense curiosity – was this “the guy”?

Oh, please let this be “the guy”…

His elegant appearance dashed every image you had pictured, none of them coming close to his poise. His converse shoes led to a pair of black jeans that fit just right under a dark button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up for the heat.

And he has tattoos…

The stranger leaned closer as he offered a single hand to shake yours, giving you a better view of his face. Raven locks framed his ethereal features and you spotted the edges of the same pattern of lines extended partially up his neck. His eyes were beyond description and you reached out to take his hand with a gracious smile.

And just like that the illusion shattered as his clammy palm grasped yours.

Well, nobody’s perfect.

“Apologies for my lateness. The hours of folly are measured by the clock, as they say.”

He released you quickly, much to your relief. He gestured toward the podium where a hostess stood, clearly struggling to keep up with the sheer volume of people in the lobby.

“It’s alright. Nice to meet you, um… Nero didn’t tell me your name.”

The man looked down and you assumed he chuckled, but with the noise of the crowd you couldn’t be sure. His eyes met yours once more in a piercing stare.

“You can call me V.”

“As in… V for Vendetta?” you asked with a dubious glance.

He stared at you blankly, clearly not comprehending your reference. You brushed it aside; it was a bit of a cult classic, anyway. The hostess waved you forward and you waited patiently as V spoke with her. He returned a moment later with an annoyed grimace, grabbing a thin jacket from the coatrack and gestured you outside before speaking.

“They lost the reservation, and the wait is over an hour.”

You sighed but maintained your cheerful mood despite the mishap. A glance around the area showed several alternate options, though they all appeared equally busy.

“Well, want to try the next block? I think there’s at least a sandwich shop.”

V nodded and waved a hand for you to lead the way. His mannerisms so far reminded you of a Victorian gentleman, and you couldn’t decide if that was a plus or not.

The night is young. Plenty of time to figure that out.

You stepped out from beneath the covered entrance to the café and paused at the lack of change in lighting. You looked at the sky and frowned at the clouds gathering overhead.

Within thirty seconds, it began to rain.

You hid under a small tree, its branches doing a piss-poor job of keeping you dry as you considered your options. A blur of motion made your eyes glace back at V to find him holding out his coat to you bashfully, his hair already damp.

Victorian gentleman is a plus. Definite plus.

You accepted his jacket with a grateful smile, threading your arms through the sleeves and pulling up the hood to discover it draped around you like a circus tent. Still, it was dry. And it smelled amazing. You took a deep breath, enjoying the hint of spiciness and masculinity in the fabric.

“Thank you,” you said, peeking out from behind the collar.

“Of course.”

The pair of you continued walking, silent as you tried to think of something to say. This was the part of first dates that you sucked at – small talk. You hated the tedious mundanity of surface conversation. Still, it was expected of you and you knew how to play the game, if nothing else.

“So how do you know Nero? He told me literally nothing about you.”

V smirked, his lips twisting in an adorable shape.

“We worked on a big job together a few months ago. I would not be exaggerating to say he helped save my life,” he responded slowly, “And you? You live with him, correct? How did you meet?”

The memory made you chuckle..

“A few summers back I was working at an ice cream store near his work and their AC kept going out. He came in at least twice a week and got a huge tub of strawberry cheesecake ice cream. Kinda evolved from there.”

V barked out a laugh, turning the corner beside you as he replied, “That sounds like Nero.”

You could see the sign for the sandwich shop ahead and took another deep whiff of V’s coat in preparation to return it.

This isn’t so bad.

Then you started sneezing.

“Bless you,” V said swiftly. He held the door to the shop open for you as you let out another sneeze.

You hurriedly removed his coat and handed it back to him as your eyes began watering. You knew what this meant.

Ugh. Definitely a potential problem.

“Do you have a cat?”

He looked at you quizzically, taking his coat as he answered in the affirmative.

“I’m allergic…”

He raised his eyebrows and took a step back as you sneezed yet again.

“I’m sorry, I hadn’t thought of that. Would it help if I kept my distance?”

You shook your head. The damage was done; you’d be sneezing like this for a while even if you went straight home.

“I’ll be right back.” You smiled at V again and headed to the bathroom of the sub shop. You blew your nose until nothing came out anymore, then stuffed a few more tissues in your purse for later. While washing your hands you noticed the dampness of your mussed hair and the makeup running from your eyes.

Shit.

You did the best you could to remove the smeared mascara and eyeliner, leaving behind a messy smudge of black on each eyelid. You released your locks and combed through them with your fingers, carefully saving the bobby pins.

Good enough, I guess.

You returned to V near the counter as he pondered his options. He glanced back to you and smiled gently.

“What?”

A light tint colored his cheeks as he replied, “Your hair looks nice that way.”

You sneezed.

Right over the glass covering the meat.

You saw V’s lips twitch with what you assumed was distaste as he took in the fine mist you’d deposited on the transparent glass. You looked at your feet in embarrassment, wishing the floor would swallow you whole.

“What can I make you two? Aw, man… I just cleaned that…”

Oh god, could this get any worse?

You turned away and rummaged in your purse for a heartbeat, handing V a ten dollar bill.

“Order me something with turkey.”

With that, you walked outside, barely able to keep from running.

It was still raining; if anything the pattering drops quickened. You sighed, taking shelter under the miniscule marquee. You wrapped your arms around yourself as the air cooled, fighting off the goosebumps cropping up on your forearms.

The door to the shop swung open beside you and V came out with a small bag. He spotted your posture and shuffled his feet for a moment before speaking.

“Would you like to borrow my coat?”

The appeal of the heat was too strong, and you nodded with a grateful smile. He handed you your sandwich and draped his jacket across your shoulders with a smirk. The two of you seated yourselves at one of the plastic tables sheltered from the rain and you unwrapped your meal to dig in, pausing as you saw the meat.

“They were out of turkey, I hope roast beef is alright,” V murmured apologetically.

“It’s fine, thank you.”

You took the first bite and noticed he didn’t have a sandwich of his own. Pointedly, you stared at the empty spot on the table until he awkwardly spoke again.

“I left my wallet at home.”

You sneezed.

Twice.

V cracked a small smile and suddenly the whole situation was utterly ridiculous. Not a single thing tonight had gone as planned. You smiled back, snickering. He chuckled along with you and all the tension shattered as you shared a moment of mirth.

“This really has not been our night,” you commented dryly between laughter. He shook his head with a smirk, agreeing.

As the last few chortles faded away, you carefully split your sandwich in half and handed it to V on a napkin. His eyes widened before he accepted it with a rueful smile.

“Thank you. And I’ve enjoyed it, regardless.”

You flushed as you caught the gleam in his gaze, like you were the only other person in existence. You took another bite and held your breath, swallowing as fast as possible to subdue the next sneeze.

“So have I.”

The two of you spent the following few minutes eating and chatting, getting to know one another better. You found his wit charming, his attention to your every word like a small flame in your chest. He made you laugh, between sneezes. Made you roll your eyes with a line of poetry. Made you cringe as he described his family.

All too soon, the night wound to a close. V walked you back to your car, carefully making sure he walked on the portion of the sidewalk closer to traffic. You enjoyed the deep hum of his voice and indulged in one last sniff of his coat as you reached your vehicle.

“This is me.”

V frowned, glancing at the ground as you removed his jacket and held it out to him. He took it hesitantly, almost hiding behind the gesture as he replied.

“I had a wonderful time. Thank you for your company.”

You sneezed, holding up a hand to cover your mouth and nose as you blushed.

“I did too,” you said once it was safe.

He gave you a nervous look, his anxiety obvious as he leaned forward to close the gap between you and place a light kiss on your cheek. You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around him in a quick hug before stepping away and unlocking your car. You paused as a thought struck you.

“Hey V… let me give you my number.”

He smiled, brushing his black hair out of his face as he waited patiently for you to find a pen. You didn’t have any paper and ended up writing the digits on his forearm, right along one of the dark lines of his tattoos. He blew on the ink to help it dry before donning his jacket once more.

“I’ll talk to you soon,” he assured you as you started the car. You gave him one last smile as you backed out of the parking spot, waving as you drove away. You couldn’t help but glance at him in the rearview mirror, watching his slim figure shrink with distance. He watched you go, not moving until after you turned the corner.

You sneezed.

Despite the rain, the allergies and all the small hiccups of the evening, you found yourself excited to see V again. You weren’t the type to sit and wait by the phone, but even so it didn’t take long for his first message to appear a mere twenty minutes later. You grinned like an idiot when you heard the soft ding, making Nero smirk knowingly from where he sat on the couch with Kyrie.  

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[namjuicyy]

Three’s A Crowd - Chapter One

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Genre: Angst, fluff, smut.

Genre of this part: Angst, fluff.

Word Count: 1.7k.

Summary: Your childhood friend shows you a whole new world, but no one expected what came afterwards.

Warnings: Low self-esteem, Jimin hardships.

"She was always there for me, it didn't matter that she couldn't understand what I was saying sometimes, she'd always answer the phone and listen to me complaining about my life."

Jimin's self-esteem was shot. Since he began high school, he had a problem with confidence and you had no idea where it came from. His parents and brother were always so supportive of him and praised him so much. Yet, there he was, texting you while you were trying to sleep because he'd made a small error in his practise and considered it to be the worst mistake he'd ever made in his life. There was no lie in your message, you were so proud of him when he sent you that video of him dancing to a Korean song you didn't know. You'd hoped that you could settle some of his worries. But that was evidently not the case when he asked to call you.

Chatting to Jimin on Skype was a regular occurrence, despite not being able to fully understand one another yet. You, since starting secondary school, had begun to learn Korean as an extra-curricular activity, and so every now and then you could pick up what he was saying. But you couldn't hold a conversation with him. So when he video-called you, and you were face-to-face, you didn't understand what he was telling you but it still felt right.

This morning was one of those times where he would call you just to rant at you. He was in the bathroom of his school, his chubby cheeks that he retained from childhood stained with his tears. His plump, bottom lip trembled as he weakly spoke to you, unloaded all his worries onto you and shared the weight of his burden. All you could really offer him were coos of the pet name you gave him and telling him that he was much better than he thought he was.

"Please, Jiminie, don't cry." You begged him in a whisper as you were too afraid to let your parents hear you awake at this time of the morning. "You're an amazing dancer, truly! I'm not just saying that to blow smoke up your arse, either. Anyone would be lucky to work with you, or watch you perform! You made one mistake, you're allowed to do that."

Jimin nodded, as if he was taking in everything you were saying. He couldn't lie, the soft tone in which you were speaking soothed him. He stopped crying when he heard your reassurance. He wiped his tears away and swallowed. "Thank you." He said in English.

In broken Korean, you thanked him for leaning on you.

"What time?" He asked.

"Oh, um, 3:20."

"Morning?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. You sleep."

In Korean you told him that you would, but only when you were sure he was happy again.

He laughed at your mispronunciation and your broken speech. Jimin was your best friend... really your only true friend. Sure there were people at school you hung around with, but you were sure you'd never see them again when you all went your separate ways. But you were learning a whole other language for Jimin. He must have been special to you.

He finally called it quits around 4:00am, practically forcing you to sleep. He blew you a kiss goodbye, as he usually did when you hung up, and let you get back to sleep. If he could have tucked you in, he would have.

Two mornings later, you received another call from Jimin, this time he was in a completely different mood. You were sat enjoying your breakfast when you received the call, something that made Jimin laugh. You would often have, what he called breakfast-dinner dates, because you'd just start your day when he called you about to end his. You couldn't make out a lot of the words he was saying, but you did hear "teacher", "good" and "grades", so you were assuming his recital was today and that he did really well. He certainly sounded like he did at least. He was rolling around on his bed like a mad man and was practically screaming at you. Your parents, who were also in the room and listening to him, were also chuckling to themselves. They understood nothing in comparison to you, so all they heard was a small Korean boy shouting at the top of his lungs. His happiness was contagious, though, and the rest of your day was spent with a smile on your face despite the people who went out of their way to purposefully attempt to upset you.

But it worked both ways, Jimin would call you to share news and you would call him to share news. He saw you crying more often than your own family did, and would always do something anything to make you smile again. He hated it when you were upset. He hated it more because he wasn't there to physically hold you, and gently rock you, and kiss you on the top of the head. He couldn't reassure you that everything would be okay like he would normally have done.

You began learning Korean at age 11, and by 13 you were pretty much fluent in the language, making Jimin's need to learn English almost obsolete. Jimin, out of everyone you knew, was the most proud of you. He'd refer to you as his bilingual bestie, and would often call you in the middle of lunchtimes at his school so he could brag to his friends about how you'd learnt his language in two years.

According to you, it was just a normal day in July. You woke up at seven o'clock, got yourself ready for school and made your way downstairs to your dining room where your dad had left you some breakfast on the table. Your mum was usually sat at the dining table enjoying her breakfast and reading through the day's news, your dad would come into the dining room after you with a hot drink for himself and your mum. Your life consisted of a blissful routine, except for that day.

Both your parents were sitting at the dining table, their breakfast hardly touched and massive smiles on their faces. Knowing grins and mischievous glints in their eyes which immediately gave away that they were up to something. You suspiciously went about your routine, commenting on how weird they were being. "Weird?" Your dad questioned. "Who's being weird? I'm not being weird. Are you being weird, my dear?"

"No, darling." Your mum responded. "I'm not being weird. Why would she think we're being weird? We aren't the weird ones here."

"No of course not."

You began preparing your breakfast and started tucking in, when you heard your mother tut. "What?" You asked, defensively yet playfully. "Can't I enjoy my breakfast in peace without my parents acting strange?"

"Do you want to know what's strange, honey-bumpkin?" Your mum asked your dad.

Your dad shook his head. "Honey-bumpkin?"

"It was the first thing that came to my head, alright? Go with it."

Your dad rolled his eyes. "What, poochie-pie?"

"Poochie-pie, really?"

"Well you called me honey-bumpkin."

"I feel like there's a point to this charade, guys." You piped up. "Anyone going to share it?"

"Right." Your dad shook his head again, this time symbolising that he was shaking away the previous seriousness to return to his playful banter with his wife. "What do you find strange, my beautiful wife?"

"Aw." Your mum cooed. "I find it strange how our little ___, who is usually so perceptive and smart, hasn't noticed that her plate is a little wobbly while she's been trying to eat."

"Really? She hasn't noticed the whopping great envelope under her food?"

"No she hasn't."

You saw it after they pointed it out to you. Your confusion was clearly etched on your face as you moved your plate out of the way to reveal a large envelope addressed to you. It was in Jimin's handwriting. Since you'd both entered the world of the Internet and discovered instant messaging, the letters became few and far between. The last time you saw his handwriting, it was messy and childish. But the lettering on the envelope was small, but neat. He'd improved a great deal. You turned it over to reveal a small, cute sticker keeping the envelope shut. It was a bright pink heart cartoon sticker that would be almost garish if it didn't come from Jimin. You, gently, in order to spare Jimin's feelings, peeled open the envelope to reveal a short handwritten letter from him.

"Read it out loud!" Your mum exclaimed, her excitement too strong to hide.

"In English!" Your dad interrupted, knowing your sense of humour would have made you begin to read it in Korean. You chuckled at how well your family knew you.

You cleared your throat and began to read:

To my bilingual bestie,

It's your boy, Chim-Chim here! It's been a while since we've done this, huh? I think the last letter I sent you was wishing you a Merry Christmas. Or was it a Happy New Year? I don't remember, I've slept since then.

I just wanted to let you know how proud we all are of you. You're doing so well in school, and now you're fluent in a whole other language. You continue to amaze me even now! I think you've even amazed your parents, too.

But my family and yours were talking and we thought it was a bit strange how you were fluent in the language of a country you've never visited before. Usually people visit the country then learn the language, but you've done things backwards. So, this needs to be rectified as soon as possible.

I hope you haven't made any plans for the summer break, because you're going to be spending it in Korea with me! SURPRISE! You have no IDEA how hard it's been for me to keep this from you.

Your mum and dad can't unfortunately get the time off work, but they've made us promise we'll pick you up from the airport and drop you off again when you go home. But I don't think I'll want to let you go home. I think I'll steal you and hide you somewhere where no one can find you, and then sneak you cakes and biscuits when nobody's looking. Yes. Let's do that!

Anyway, I'll see you in (at the time of writing this) 10 days, 12 hours, 30 minutes and 25 seconds. 24... 23... 22... 21... oh I'm so excited! Your arrival at Incheon can't come quick enough.

All my love,

Chim-Chim!

Xxxx

As soon as you looked up from your letter, your parents screamed at you. They ran over to you and wrapped their arms around you, still screaming at full pitch in your ear as you began to cry happy tears. You were going to finally meet your best friend in the whole world, and it was all down to the people you loved the most.

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[5hfanfiction]

Under the Mistletoe (one shot)

It was cold outside when Camila and Lauren started discussing about their little project. Instead of staying at the library, which is quite full at the moment, the two decided to get situated at one of the bleachers at the corner of the field since Lauren’s softball practice is about to start within 30 minutes.

“Camz, can you be fast enough and tell me what are we going to do? I’m about to get on that field.” Lauren said exasperatedly while pointing at the said field, surely she doesn’t have time for this and she’s been tapping one of her foot aggravatingly on the floor for almost like a hundredth times already. Camila on the other hand cringed at the said nickname. She haven’t yet decided if she likes to be called like that. But her heart secretly likes it, especially if it came from Lauren’s filthy mouth.

“Lauren, shut the fuck up! Can’t you see that I’m the only one who’s been putting an effort over this damn project.” Camila rolls her eyes while saying this, and needless to say she’s pretty annoyed too.

“Okay okay, so what now?” her green eyes settled on Camila’s brown eyes. The intimidating look that she’s been showing to the brunette girl doesn’t have any effect on her anymore. Camila had enough of Lauren’s bullshit for now. Both of them are smart, but Lauren relied to her too much which makes her do most of the things.

Camila scoffed. Lauren’s attitude today is getting under her skin. “Bossy much, Jauregui? Anyways-” She was interrupted when a loud commotion startled the shit out of her. She saw her friends, Dinah, Normani and all of the other students running towards them.

Dinah is holding a mistletoe and she’s waving it at them like her life depended on it. Normani who is tailing her have this grin plastered on her face. That’s when Camila’s demeanor change, from being annoyed she instantly became nervous, she totally knows Dinah’s capabilities on pranking and never in her life likes the idea of it especially when it involves her. She’s about to get up and ran but unfortunately the other side of the road was blocked by none other than her petite friend, Ally.

“Smalls! Don’t let her pass or else you’re going to have a certain knowledge of how my poly beat down works.” Dinah being tall, held her hand and measure ally with her own pinky finger.

“Dinah Jane, you don’t have the right! I’m older than you!” Ally shouted. She doesn’t need Dinah’s threat just to let Camila pass. This is a yearly mission “Okay Allysin! You know I’m just kidding right?” Dinah smirks and laugh.

On the other hand, Camila was stunned. There’s no other way she can get away unless Lauren do something and help her with their situation. But as she looked at the raven haired girl beside her, she just smiled at her seat like it’s the most mundane thing to do.

“Lauren!! Don’t tell me you’re also a part of this stunt?!” Camila crossed her arms towards her chest. Her heart starting to palpates like she just ran a marathon. She’s too terrified to foresee what’s going to happen.

“What? It’s that time of the year Camila. You need to calm down. Plus, it’s me you’re going to get kissed. This is a win-win for you.” Lauren stood up and now they’re face to face. Her green eyes illuminates and she watched as Camila scrunched her face while Dinah held the fucking mistletoe above their heads.

“I solemnly swear Walz, if you’re not gonna do this, I’ll tell them your darkest secret.” Dinah half whispered to her friend, careful that no one hears them.

“OKAY! Let’s just get this over with.” without any hesitation, Lauren was pulled by her shirt and was startled when she felt Camila’s lips on her. It was brief but the sparks flew then and there. She didn’t even have the time to reciprocate because she was overwhelmed by the sudden act. Lauren didn’t expect for this to happen, because never in her life she thought Camila would actually do it with her. Camila is supposed to be chickening out! This is all supposed to be for a laugh. But guess who’s laughing now? The students cheer them up until Lauren felt a slap on her left cheek. Camila just slapped her. That must have sting!

“What the fuck?!” Lauren touched the left side of her face where Camila slapped her while Camila took that as an opportunity to ran away like a ninja. Lauren finally felt a pat on her back when Normani said “Merry Christmas Laur!” with an amused look on her face.

“Thank me Lauser!” a voice said, then the crowd vanished as they went hunting for other victims.

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Practice was over when Lauren decided to go to her locker and get some of the things that she needed for their said project, after what happened she’s eager to see Camila. The kiss never left her mind, she almost got her head off when the ball almost hit her during practice.

She was busy getting off her stuff when at the corner of her eye, a certain brunette girl caught her attention. Camila has been limping on the right side of the hallway with a crutch, making sure that she gets a hold of the things that she can grasp to help herself walk in case she falls.

Lauren closed her locker hastily and went for her. Camila winced when she saw Lauren running towards her, she’s the last person she wants to see.

What’s with these people always running towards me? Camila thought.

“Hey! What happened?"Lauren said while eyeing the cast in her right foot. Camila ignored her and starts walking.

"Do you need a ride? I mean, I can give you one since your house is only 10 minutes away from ours.” Lauren’s feature shows that she really is concern with the girl but Camila’s not having it, not after what happened to them.

“Whatever Lauren, talk to my cast! This is basically all your fault!” without glancing at her, Camila keeps on walking, already on her way to the parking lot.

“Hello to you too cast!"Lauren said sarcastically.

"Now, how can you say that its my fault? Stop being a brat, I’m just here to help.” Lauren is walking in front of her and she’s basically just waiting for Camila to fall so she can actually catch her and makes her realize that she really needed her help but then fate hated her and it didn’t happen.

Camila kept her mouth shut. Truth be told, she doesn’t really know what to do because she cant drive her car, her parents are away and right now she’s mad with Dinah, Ally and Normani for what they had done and also for blackmailing her. Clearly, she doesn’t like the idea of Lauren following her around too.

Lauren kept her cool when she said “So? Are you just gonna ignore me? Because this is gonna be my last attempt to offer you a ride home.”

Yes! actually I need a ride. But as stubborn as she is Camila blurted “My boyfriends going to pick me up, so don’t bother.” instead.

Without uttering a word Lauren left her there and went to get to her car. Lauren didn’t even bother to look back and beg her.

Camila was feeling hopeless though, she was devastated per se. But most of all, her emotions are all over the place and the realization of being alone hits her real hard. Probably she deserves this after getting her anger out to Lauren, she was basically alone now in the parking lot and her non existent boyfriend might be laughing at her messy situation. Add her fucking foot that hurts like hell. She stays there while waiting for something that will never happen.

She felt liquid falling from her eyes. She’s crying now, her sobs becoming uncontrollable as she wipes every tears with her free hand. She’s a total wreck. Camila who tried to walk, stumbled on something that she cannot figure out because her bloodshot eyes were too busy weeping. She shrieked with pain until she saw a shadow in front of her and swept her off her feet.

“So, where’s that boyfriend of yours huh?” there’s a hint of frustration in Lauren’s voice when she said that. She didn’t even look at Camila’s eyes. She just put her on her car and started driving on the way to Camila’s house.

“You know what Camz. I don’t know what’s the big deal of kissing me but I don’t think that’s not a good enough reason to refuse my offer.” Lauren blurted out. Camila was caught off guard as she watched the green eyed girl who’s been focusing on the road while mumbling coherent things at her.

She opens her mouth. “Sorry, I know it’s-”

“Shut up! I’m also pissed that you’re fucking boyfriend wasn’t there when you clearly needs him. I don’t even know you had one!” Lauren continued.

“It’s-” she was cut off again.

“And what the fuck happened to your foot? It wasn’t there awhile ago!”

“LAUREN! Can you just shut up for one second?!” Camila shouted. Looks like their back and forth banter wouldn’t just end. Thankfully, they arrived at Camila’s house which also means that they wont be able to continue this stupid conversation. Lauren doesn’t deserve any of her explanation, not if she keeps on saying things that doesn’t make any sense. She’s just a nobody to her.

“Thanks for the ride.” Camila said with a vehement tone. She had enough of Lauren for today.

Camila was about to get out of the car when Lauren urgently exited her car, grabbed her by the waist and carried her forcefully.

“Lauren! Put me down!” a shock of horror went by Camila’s features.

“Stop being so stubborn!” she said back.

They were on the patio of the house when a small girl opened the door.“Kaki!!” a small girl squealed but then changed her tone to being terrified in a second when she saw Camila with a cast on her foot. “Oh, hi Sofi! Don’t worry this is nothing.” she replied and tried to point at her foot despite of her position.

A dog greeted them and starts barking. It is very unwelcoming but Lauren managed to stay still, not letting the girl in her arms drop off her butt.

“Lauren, go back inside. She’s a guest!” Sofi scolded and went running inside with the said dog.

FUCK! Camila thought.

Lauren raised her eyebrows and look at Camila who’s been blushing furiously at what Lauren might just have discovered. The secret was unintentionally out and she really hopes that the ground swallow her whole.

“Lauren, you can put me down now.” Lauren hesitated. “Please” that word soften her and granted Camila’s request. Lauren can see it in her brown orbs that she doesn’t want to argue and embarrassed herself more especially in front of her sister.

“Bye Camz.” and that’s the last word Lauren uttered when she turned around and walks back to her car silently.

Only did Camila know. Lauren has been smiling like an idiot while humming something on the way back.

-

Camila is currently reading “to kill a mockingbird” well not really, because she’s been stuck at a line that she read for almost the 50th time already when her phone suddenly rings. Her heartbeats start jumping up and down when she realized it was Lauren who texted her.

(10:56 PM) Lauren: Look outside.

With that, Camila helped herself to get up and opened up her window to see Lauren standing outside.

“What are you doing here?” she mouthed. Lauren couldn’t tell what she’s saying so Camila texted her instead.

Camila: I said what are you doing here?

Lauren glanced into her phone and smiled.

Lauren: I was worried and I really want to talk to you.

Camila was puzzled. She didn’t know what made Lauren to actually go to her house.

Camila: can’t it wait tomorrow? I don’t want to wake Sofi.

Lauren: nope, and don’t worry I wont wake her up. I just wanna see you badly. X

Camila: how will you do that?? I cant even walk and open the door for you.

Camila waited for an urgent response but she didn’t get any. Probably Lauren gave up and went home now. She was about to turn off her bed lamp when she heard a rustling sound outside her window. What the?

She saw Lauren’s head that’s been popping inside her window, if it wasn’t dark enough, she almost thought that she’s been seeing a ghost. Camila shifted and positioned herself on the headboard of the bed to see Lauren clearly. Again, her heart starts to race. She doesn’t know if it’s because of Lauren or it’s because she almost thought that Lauren is something supernatural.

Thankfully for Lauren she’s wearing a black ripped jeans, flat boots and a black hoodie that makes it more easier to sneak inside Camila’s bedroom. She’s no expert but she’s desperate. Camila stared at her in awe, she can’t believe Lauren’s here. IN HER BEDROOM!

“What? You seem like you’ve seen a ghost.” Lauren said taking her out of her reverie.

“Actually, I thought you were. I’m about to get my banana pillow and throw it at you.”

Lauren started laughing. “Babe, that won’t totally harm me. Choose some good weapons the next time.”

Camila blushed with the the term of endearment Lauren used. It’s the first time Lauren called her that. She became anxious. Lauren started walking in her direction and flops down in her bed.

“Next time?” Camila hesitantly asked.

“Yep.” With a popping sound, Lauren is casually checking Camila out. Her eyes were about to get out of its socket when she realized that Camila is only wearing an oversize sweater in which her long legs were beautifully expose and barely covers her Cuban ass. Lauren gulped as she tried her very best not to imagine touching the younger girl inappropriately. She just entered a lion’s den.

“I know I should’ve said this awhile ago Lo, but you kept on cutting me off. So once again, I really want to apologize for what happened. I only did that because I was terrified. My emotions get the best of me and I thought that you were just there just to toy with me or something.” Camila stated, with a hint of worry in her eyes as Lauren lowkey being thankful that Camila didn’t notice the drool in her face. She took Camila’s hand instead and squeeze it giving her reassurance that it’s okay. They definitely need to talk.

“Can we talk about what happened a while ago?” Lauren said.

Camila being confused asked “Where do you want to start?” she knows Lauren has been bugging by these thoughts so she mentally prepared herself.

“What happened to your foot?” Lauren asked incredulously. She needs to know everything.

“It was when I was running away when I tripped and broke my foot. It didn’t hurt at first but the pain started to settle in so I went to the infirmary to get it check and tada!” Camila said almost jokingly. It’s the truth though. She doesn’t have any reason to lie.

Lauren giggled at that. She knew how clumsy Camila could be. “Lauren, this not funny.” She pouted.

“Okay okay, second question would be, did you really name your Dog, Lauren?” Lauren tried her best not to stifle a laugh but she’s terrible at it. She’s red as a potato as she hide her face using the back of her hand and was shaking uncontrollably.

“NEXT QUESTION PLEASE!” Camila shouted and rolled her eyes. She’s not gonna answer an obvious question.But maybe next time…

Lauren stopped laughing halfway and became serious when she asked the most outrageous thing she had discovered with the brunette girl. She took deep breaths just for her to be able to calm down.

“Hmm..”

“So lastly,who the fuck is this boyfriend of yours?”

“Well,” Camila started.

“Oh wait, nevermind! you don’t have one!” Lauren starts cackling. Ever since Camila mentioned the boyfriend thing, she asked her very good friend Dinah to tell her if it’s true. Of course money was involved but she’s eager to know so she agreed.

She’s gay as a unicorn Lauser. Duh! Lauren remembers.

Camila gasped, she didn’t expect the vulgar retort so she smack Lauren’s arm multiple times with her banana pillow. “That’s very rude of you Lauren! How dare you!”

Lauren was still laughing hysterically that it almost makes her stomach hurts. “Camz, stop!” Camila wouldn’t stop though, so Lauren inevitably gets a hold of her hands and put it over her head. Both of them falls into the bed.

Lauren is now settled on top of her, their face almost inches apart while her knees on either side of Camila’s thighs, careful not to hit her broken foot. Both of them in a comfortable silence. Being too caught up by the moment the older girl in front of the younger girl made her want to touch her even more and in so many different ways. Camila’s oversize sweater has been teasing her, the material sort of raised up making her red underwear becomes more visible. Lauren licked her lips, unable to restrain herself. She let go of Camila’s hand and start stroking her face.

Camila brought her hand on Lauren’s left cheek where she lividly slapped her a little while ago. Lauren scrutinize her feature, her breathe becoming erratic. Camila’s eye were fully blown, it’s like the most captivating eyes that Lauren have ever seen, add the fact that her lips are slightly apart; like the idea of it is inviting her to do it even more. Lauren couldn’t resist now, she starts leaning in and finally capture Camila’s lips on her own.

Unlike the first kiss, this time it was wholly different. They were both in sync as they tasted each others mouth. Lauren let Camila’s hand wander and are now rested on her shoulders tugging her hair while Lauren’s hands gently went to Camila’s waist and the other one on Camila’s thigh grabbing her closer and trying to deepen the kiss. She bit her bottom lip to access more and Camila willingly lets her. It was breathtaking and no one was planning to let go until one of them finally gasped for air.

“Wow! That was-” Lauren said cutting the ominous tension around them. Her chest was heaving up and down as she tried to recover from their kiss.

“I know.” Camila said blushing while turning her head on the other side of the bed, avoiding Lauren’s gaze. She couldn’t watch Lauren. She’s embarrassed or more like horrified of what will happen after the shared kiss.

“Hey, Camz. Look at me.” Camila didn’t budge so Lauren tilted her head by her free hand and forced her to stare at her beautiful green eyes again.

“Lauren, I know you weren’t attracted to me. Okay? And I’m sorry if you feel obligated to kiss me. Probably you feel sorry because of my foot and that stupid project so here you are trying to spite what I feel even though I could never be mad at you because you’re just perfect and you’re fucking Lauren Jauregui who is probably the most fascinating person that everyone ever knows.” Lauren listened as Camila mumbled incoherently.

“Babe, hush. How can you say that I wasn’t attracted to you? Do you really downgrade yourself that much? Have you seen yourself?” it was a straightforward response but Lauren couldn’t care less. She’s not gonna let Camila’s insecurities get ahead of her.

“Don’t- I know you aren’t” Camila is almost sure with her response. There’s no way that Lauren would actually like a person like her which is why she never give any hints that she’s attracted to the raven haired girl.

“How?” Lauren is frustrated but she doesn’t show it. She just hope that Camila would see her true intentions and that she truly like her.

“ Because you didn’t kiss me back when we kissed during that stupid mistletoe prank!” Camila retorted.

“Camila! This is why I hate people making assumptions. That kiss was everything that I could wish for. You make me feel weak. I almost thought it was just a one time thing but you let me kissed you again and- fuck! It was the most mind boggling thing that ever happened to me.”

“I like you Camz. And you have to believe me. Stop being stubborn and just give us a chance.” Lauren said giving an emphasis on liking her. Camila smiled hearing her admission. So she replied with -

“I like you too, Laur. And if it wasn’t because of that mistletoe we’ll never know what we feel towards each other” Lauren grins. She’s about to thank her friends for doing the prank but she knows that she’ll always be attracted to Camila even without it. She’s just waiting for the right moment.

“Fuck the mistletoe; I’d kiss you all over again Cabello”

“What’s stopping you, Jauregui?” and so they did kiss again, not under the mistletoe but under the illuminating moon that has been there every night, waiting for these two to finally see through each other’s feelings.

END

A/N: @xxBananalmj on wattpad and HAPPY HOLIDAYS CS! x

#one shot #non AU #camren #humour #romance fluff #submission #Under the Mistletoe #UPDATE

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Striking Twice, Part Two

Shaxx x female Guardian | oc: Alexandra Warren | angst and drama | smutterific | NSFW

This fic is for @illiksis as part of our art trade and stars her beautiful Titan Striker Alexandra and Lord Shaxx! 

Read Part 1 here.

Shaxx, The Tower, Destiny 1 era

Shaxx noticed the green light blinking on the feeds and peered closer. The light meant a new Guardian in his Crucible, and it blinked next to the name Alexandra Warren. He felt a jolt, as in the week since she’d materialised back from the dead he hadn’t seen or heard a whisper of her.

A week, and she was in the Crucible already? She was keen, and probably about to get her ass handed to her. He leaned forward and pressed a button on his mic. ‘All right, Guardians. Show me how it’s done.’

His eyes tracked Alexandra and she and her team jogged in a tight knot along the walls. Good, she was being cautious in the unfamiliar map, not like last time when she’d – but he shook himself and dismissed the thought. He wasn’t going to think of her back then. None of that had happened as far as this Alexandra Warren was concerned.

She stuck with her team, and they orbited her protectively as she made shots. She had four enemies down already and hadn’t been felled once. But he could sense her getting impatient for more, and when she spotted her chance a few minutes later, she took it. The opposing team had picked off two of her teammates and as they were reloading she launched herself into the air toward them, and came down in a slam and a blaze of arc energy.

She's a Striker! Delight blazed in his chest as the lightning rolled out around her in waves, felling opponents. ‘Double down – triple down!’ he shouted. Any Guardian with good technique and a hungry style earned his respect in the Crucible but he nursed a love of his own subclass most of all. Nothing could top the smash and energy of a Striker, and not since the days when Zavala had entered the Crucible had he enjoyed watching a fellow Striker more.

She competed in two more matches, her team winning all of them, and she was never last placed. Impressive for a first attempt.

Half an hour later he spotted her Fireteam coming toward him to hand in bounties. She didn’t have any of her own but she stood to one side, watching. When the others were done she turned to him.

‘How was I, then?’ she asked, smiling coolly, clearly comfortable with her performance. He may have got overexcited calling the matches while he was watching her. This is amazing! I can’t believe what I’m seeing. He couldn’t help it. The Crucible got him that way.

He made a non-committal sound. ‘You did all right for a new Guardian.’

‘Oh? I can fight as well as any seasoned Guardian. Can’t I?’ she said, raising her voice at her friends. They  cheered and raised their fists. She turned back to him with a grin. ‘See?’

He was silent for a moment, watching her. Remembering how she'd done exactly the same thing in the Brew all those cycles ago when he'd told her she couldn't fight like a Guardian. He should ask Zavala if this had ever happened to him, if people he knew came back from the dead and spoke lines like living ghosts.

But for some reason he knew he wouldn’t ask Zavala.

Alexandra took his silence for disapproval and turned away.

‘Wait a second.’

She paused and looked back at him.

‘That rifle you’re using is terrible. It’s all right for picking off Fallen but you need something steadier for the Crucible.’

Her eyes hardened in annoyance. ‘Give me a chance, I might be a good fighter but it takes time to earn better gear.’

Exasperated, he turned and reached behind him for an auto rifle with a blue mark across the heft. It wasn’t the same one, but it was the same make. She’d been good with it, back then.

Hadn’t saved her life, though. 'You did well today. Here.'

She took the rifle from him, lips parted. ‘Wow, thank you. I’ve had my eye on one like this. What’s it called? I hear all Guardian weapons have names.’

‘Up For Anything.’

‘Oh?’ She flashed him a sly look. ‘What a perfect name.’

He watched her saunter off, the Mark fluttering at her hip. Behind his helm Shaxx thought for a moment that he reddened.

Alexandra, The Taken King era

‘Shaxx.’

‘Hivebane.’

A slow smile split Alexandra’s face as she looked up at him. The Blustery Brew was crowded that night and the last of the orange sunlight was slanting through the windows and shining on armour and bare biceps. Shaxx was still in his gear, but he’d taken off his helmet.

‘You like the Hive, huh?’

He snorted. ‘I like them when they’re dead. Pint?’

She watched him as he ordered her a beer and then handed her a tall, frosted glass. He had a strong face. She liked the line of his jaw as he turned his head to speak to the barman; his lips as he spoke. There was an air of no bull-shittery about him, too, and he was solid. Warm.

As he drank he looked at her over the rim of his glass. ‘You’ve let your hair grow out.’

She frowned. ‘You remember that my hair was short? You’ve barely seen me with my helmet off in ages.’

He cleared his throat and looked away. ‘Why haven’t you been in the Crucible lately? You’re not training properly if you’re not regularly in the Crucible. I’m not just going to give you another decent gun for nothing, you earn your weapons from me.’

Not having expected him to do anything of the sort, she gave him a sour look. ‘I have been busy, you know. The Dreadnaught. You heard of it?’

Shaxx nodded slowly. ‘Oh, I heard. I’m in pissing distance of the Vanguard table and I hear all the talk. All the comms. You got yourself into a few messy spots on that ship, didn’t you?’

Alexandra nodded, glad to talk about it with him. The other Guardians didn’t know how close things had come several times. ‘Traveler, it was tense down there. I lost comms with the Vanguard. Hive everywhere. At one point there was just static, and I had visions of what Eris went through happening to me. They thought I’d died when –’

Shaxx drained his glass and put it down on the bar. ‘’Night, Hivebane. I’ve got things to do.’

Perplexed, she watched him walk out of the bar. Sometimes he treated her like and old friend and others he acted like he couldn’t stand to be around her. What was his deal?

The first thing Shaxx saw when he clicked on his feeds the next morning was a Titan waiting to go into an arena dressed in a full Crucible bounty set. As she turned to one side he saw a blue Striker mark on her hip, and grinned. He had a feeling he knew who this was.

As he watched her fight match after match he knew. It was Alexandra. Something about the way she moved was familiar, how she gravitated toward leading her team but never striking out on her own till the right moment. During one Control match she managed to fell all four members of the opposing team with her Fist of Havoc as they tried to capture a zone. Shaxx was yelling so loudly that Arcite seemed to wince.

At the end of the day she was one of the last to return to him to hand in her bounties. He nodded appraisingly at her. ‘Nicely done.’

‘Thank you. Got anything special for me?’

‘My commendation for your fighting spirit. You’re lucky, it’s more than most get.’

Scratching a hand through her sweaty hair, she said, ‘How about a drink? A proper drink this time, without you running off halfway through.’

He looked at her with his arms folded. There was nothing wrong with keeping the truth from her as long as he kept his distance as well. He'd thought about it, and it wasn’t fair on the newer Guardians when they discovered that others knew them in their previous life. It strained things, or changed the power balance, or made them too curious about their past. The past didn’t matter. Now mattered.

Alexandra was looking up at him with expectant eyes and he noted, not for the first time, that she was a very pretty woman. He also wouldn’t mind quizzing her about her Crucible technique, either. But ...?

Oh, Traveler’s fucking Light, it was just a drink. ‘Sure. Meet you done the Brew in half an hour.’

Alexandra had managed to do a surprising amount in half an hour. Her hair looked soft and dry and she’d changed into skin-tight trousers and a tank top. Unthinkingly, his eyes grazed her breasts before he remembered where he was and what was appropriate.

‘Same as last night?’

They sat and talked for over an hour and into a second round, and the conversation flowed easily. Not as if they were old friends, the atmosphere was too charged for that. Too much banter. Too many assessing looks. It was more like sparring than chatting.

He noticed his eyes were starting to stray to her mouth and breasts again and he put down his glass. ‘All right, that’s me. I’ll see you later.’

She put a hand on his arm. ‘Wait. Stay a bit longer, or at least let me walk back with you.’

‘Why?’

She blinked her long, dark eyelashes at him. ‘Because I like talking to you.’

Suspicion curled through him. She didn’t remember what had happened between them, did she? He’d heard about it happening sometimes, that two people … but that was only when they were deeply in love. A face was recalled, maybe a name. A sense of familiarity. She hadn’t said anything and didn’t give him weird looks so … no, she didn't remember.

But he did.

And that made it, what? Wrong? Well, what was so wrong about it? They’d slept together and then she’d died. It was hundreds of cycles ago. She wasn’t even the same person. That Alex had been cocky and impulsive. This one … she stood her ground, quietly. She was an asset and she knew it.

And she had long hair. Barely the same person.

Fuck. I’m talking myself into something very stupid. I should have told Zavala and asked him what he’d do. Actually, no. I’m glad I didn’t because I know exactly what he’d say and I don’t want to hear it.

He smiled at Alex. ‘Sure. Let’s go.’

Three streets from the Brew they stopped to allow a trio of Sparrows shoot by, and when she looked up at him she found his face very close to hers. He kissed her, slowly at first, and then coaxed her mouth open with his. Desire shot through her and she went up on her toes. This hadn’t been her intention when she’d asked him to have a drink with her but the idea had been growing and growing throughout the evening. There was something very sexy about this large, shouty man, and every time he smiled at her she felt a thrill of happiness, and of triumph. He didn’t smile like that at other Guardians.

‘My place?’ she whispered against his mouth.

He seemed to hesitate. To consider her mouth. To think. Then he shook his head. ‘The Titan dorms? I don’t think so. They stink like dirty socks.’

‘Please, I don’t live in the Titan dorms. I won an apartment in a bet three months ago. I live over the bazaar.’

‘Ah, a betting woman. What was the bet?’ he asked between kisses.

‘Which pigeon would take off first.’

‘You bet an apartment over a pigeon?’

‘We were bored. Slow fighting day. And I bet my Sparrow and jumpship.’

‘Good ones?’

‘They were worth risking this apartment over, so yeah, good ones.’

As they talked they wended their way slowly back to the Tower, and she was hyperaware of his presence beside her. She’d had several partners since she’d been resurrected, all nice people, but none made her feel as fluttery low in her belly as Shaxx did. When she glanced at his hands she thought she could imagine just what they’d feel like on her skin. She'd know very soon.

But inside her flat he seemed to pull away from her, taking to much interest in the view from the balcony, the knick-knacks on her shelves. Was he ... shy? Surely not.  

Going over to him as he stood at the window, she asked, ‘Do you, ah, not want to?’

When he met her eyes she saw the dark light of desire in their depths. He did want her. But he seemed distracted. ‘You didn’t join the Firebreak Order,’ he said suddenly.

She frowned, confused, not just by the statement but by why he was saying this now. ‘Why would I join the –’

But she was cut off when his mouth descended on hers, and Titan Orders fled from her brain as she sought the fastenings on his armour. She was easier to undress in her soft civilian clothes and she was naked by the time she'd loosened his chest plate.

'Call yourself a Titan,' he scolded, grinning at her while he quickly made short work of his armour. Then they were both naked, standing in front of the window and wrapped around each other for anyone to see. Probably should move to the bedroom -- but then he went down on his knees before her and his tongue found her sex.

'No messing about, then,' she breathed, clutching a bookcase for support as he lifted one of her legs off the ground and hooked it over his shoulder. His short beard was soft and its gentle rasp and the smoothness of his tongue against her sex made her head fall back and the tension leave her body. Oh, yes, this was good. This was what she needed after too many stressful missions.

The bed was in the corner and he stood up and walked her over to it, and then sat down with her so she was straddling his lap. His cock was stiff between them and she stroked its length. Traveler, he was big.  

He made a noise in the back of his throat, his eyes dark, and then took a fistful of her hair, squeezing tightly. The pull against her scalp was pleasurable even as she gasped. He pulled her further up his lap and with his other hand grasped his cock and slid it against her slick sex.

‘I’ll go slowly,’ he murmured against her mouth, and then with a hand about her waist he compelled her body down and over him, piercing her slowly, tenderly. Whimpering, she arched against him, and with one hand still holding her tightly by the hair and one hand clasped around her he slid her up and down on his length. Gradually his breathing came harder and his hold loosened, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and moved herself, pressed down harder as she rocked against him.

Shaxx groaned and fell back, his hands going to Alex’s hips as she slid up and down the length of his cock, tight and slippery, and looking like she was relishing every inch of him. He looked up at her and admired the way her hair fell about her face. That hadn’t happened the last time –

But he pushed the thought away and concentrated on her expression. Her eyes were closed and her brows pinched together, slanting upwards at the inner corners. He knew that look. And a moment later her nails dug into his chest and he felt her clench around him and her back spasm. He ran a hand up the nape of her neck and buried it in her hair, holding her while she came.

When she opened her eyes and looked down at him, trying to catch her breath, he asked, ‘That good, Hivebane?’

She let out a yelp of laughter, which quickly changed to a moan as he grasped both her hips and began to thrust up into her, hard. She planted her hands on his chest again and held on as he moved inside her.

‘Too much?’ he asked.

Eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between her teeth, she shook her head emphatically. He growled as delight and desire surged through him. He would hold back if he was hurting her but Traveler’s fucking Light it was more fun not to. His climax was building quickly and when she reached behind her to stroke his balls he lost it, coming so hard that he sat up suddenly and buried his face against her breasts.

He sank back down onto the bed, taking her with him. Good decision, Shaxx. Screw Zavala and what he'd think. What anyone would think.

She traced her fingers through his chest hair for a few minutes, thoughtful. ‘You're funny compared to other Titans, you know. When are you going to get your horn fixed? When are you going to start wearing a Mark?’

He heaved a heavy shoulder and let it fall. ‘Fix my horn? This has been my armour set for hundreds of cycles. I don’t see any reason to change it.’

‘Not change it, just fix it.’

He thought about it for a moment. ‘I fought, it broke off. If I ever put on a Mark it won’t be anything special. It doesn’t matter what I look like. You lot are out there fighting for the City and if you want to carry symbols into battle, good. Do it. But I don’t need to pattern myself up. I run the Crucible and I’m not likely to forget it.’

Her voice was drowsy and her eyes were closed. ‘Zavala covers himself with symbols.’

‘That’s his way. Not wrong, just different.’

She smiled against his skin, mumbling sleepily, ‘You’re your own man, Lord Shaxx.’

He fell asleep, but woke in the early hours of the morning to find her ass pressed tightly against his cock, and that he was hard again. He hands roamed over her and, half asleep, her body flexed against him. His fingers found her sex and she was hot and slippery to his touch. A small cry escaped her mouth as he stroked her, and her hand reached behind her to take his length in her grasp. His fingers explored, pressing deeper, and he sunk two fingers up to his knuckles in her tight flesh. She pressed her face into the sheets and moaned his name.

That sound seemed to do something to him and he pushed her flat onto her belly and opened her legs with his knees. With one hand heavy on the small of her back he sheathed himself inside her and thrust, fast and hungry, shallow at first but deepening his strokes as she braced her hands against the headboard and arched her back. He grabbed a fistful of her behind and squeezed. She had a great ass, a proper Titan ass, muscled and meaty.

‘I thought … you’d have – ah – a catchphrase,’ she said between pants.

‘A what?’

She had her head turned to one side, her cheek against the mattress as he pounded her, and she was smiling. ‘You – know. Something you’d say as you – oh god – came.’ One of her hands worked down between her legs and she started touching herself. What a pretty fucking picture that was.

Eyes still closed, she talked softly as her fingers worked on her clit and he watched her, rapt. ‘I like hearing all your encouragement and shouting in the Crucible. You have zone advantage. I can’t wait to see what you’re going to do with that.’ Her voice constricted as if she was getting closer to her peak.

He laughed. ‘You want me to call our fucking like I do a Crucible match?’ Leaning down he bit her earlobe, and then rumbled against her ear, ‘I can’t believe what I’m seeing.’

He felt her tighten convulsively around him. She was so close. Either this was going to make her laugh or make her come, and he didn’t much care which. Both were fucking gorgeous. ‘I know total domination when I see it. Is this what victory smells like?’

She reached back, cupping his sweaty neck as she came. He smiled against her ear, laughing softly, because if you couldn’t laugh during sex what was the bloody point.

Alex slumped back against the mattress, but he wasn’t done with her. May as well do this properly. He hooked an arm under her hips and raised her up, moving onto his knees. He gave her ass a smack and then set a swift, hard pace. He felt his own climax rushing up and with it a desire to shout. ‘You want the Crucible? I am the Crucible!’ He pressed deeply as he felt his seed spurt inside her, and his paced slowed and finally stopped. Hot but satisfied, he collapsed back onto the bed and pulled her against him. She laughed weakly into his chest.

‘What?’ he asked with a grin.

‘I think you probably just woke all my neighbours.’

Taking a deep breath he bellowed at the top of his voice, ‘DON’T THEY KNOW? THE CRUCIBLE NEVER SLEEPS.’

There came a banging on the wall, and then a muffled, angry voice called, ‘WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, LORD FUCKING SHAXX?’

Alex clapped a hand over Shaxx’s mouth before he could yell back that yes indeed, he was Lord fucking Shaxx, and what did they think they were going to do about it?

‘Shh, it’s three in the morning. Go back to sleep.’

He curled his body around hers and closed his eyes. ‘Whatever you say, Hivebane.’

There was the sound of a throat being cleared, and Shaxx looked up from what he was doing, which was kissing Alex. It was after midnight in the Tower and he was sure that they’d be alone. It was Zavala, his expression neutral, but Shaxx knew him well enough to see the hint of disapproval in his eyes. Fraternising in the Tower. There's a time and place, Shaxx, his expression seemed to say.

Alex ducked her head, sheepish. ‘I’ll um, see you later,’ she whispered to Shaxx. Then she hurried away.

Zavala impassively told him about some weapon developments that might come in handy, as if he’d seen nothing out of the unusual. Then he turned to go.

‘Wait a sec.’ Zavala was the person to ask about this. The more he got to know Alex the more his conscience seemed to smart. Things she did or said reminded him of her first life, and then he’d get distracted or annoyed with himself, and she’d become confused and he couldn’t tell her why he was being strange. ‘I wanted to know … what you thought.’ he finished lamely. For fuck’s sake. Since when was he such a coward?

Zavala frowned. ‘What I thought? About you and Warren?’

Shaxx made a non-committal sound.

‘I don't think anything.’ Then, sensing that Shaxx wanted more than that, he asked, 'Is it serious?’

Shaxx shrugged. ‘We see each other all the time, just around. In the Tower. Down the Brew.’ When she came in from the dangerous bloody missions Zavala and the other Vanguard kept sending her on. Those missions were the worst because he could hear the comms from where he stood and he was both jealous of and anxious for her.

‘Then take care of each other. That’s all there is to it, old friend.’ But something about Zavala’s face as he turned away made Shaxx feel like he resented the question, and he watched his fellow Titan walk away feeling puzzled.

Shaxx scowled. Take care of Alex? That was vague and unhelpful. How the fuck was he supposed to do that?

Thank you for reading! If Zavala seemed grumpy it's because he's got his own things to deal with, but that's a friend's unwritten story and a bit of an inside joke for us ;) I'll put a bit more into the final part of this story and link hers when she gets to writing it.

#lord shaxx #lord shaxx x female guardian #OC: Alexandra warren #destiny 2 #destiny fanfiction #destiny the game

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PB&J: Closing the Distance

Now that it’s past September 20th, I can reveal the story that I wrote for the @omgcpheartbreakfest angst fest! So please find below some angsty Pimmbits goodness <3

Title: Closing the Distance

Rating: M

Pairing: Pimmbits/PB&J/Jack/Bitty/Parse

Summary: In which Jack does lots of unnecessary pining. AU where Kent joins the Falconers. Read on A03 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11759022

Or underneath the cut :)

Jack was in deep shit.

    He could see it in the way Kent’s blonde hair would flop over his forehead after he took his helmet off. He could see it in the way his grey-green eyes lit up with excitement before a match. He could see it in the way his long fingers curled tightly around his stick. He could see it in the way his broad shoulders squared before he would take a shot. He could see it in the way he lovingly cooed to his spoilt cat. And Jack could see it in the way his abs glistened under the water when the team showered.

    Jack was most certainly in deep shit.

    He tore his eyes away from Kent’s body and stared very hard at the damp tiles in front of him as he fought to get a grip on himself. He’d spent many a cold shower trying to force unwanted images from his mind. Well. Unwanted wasn’t the right word. It was more like inappropriate. Thinking about his new teammate and ex-whatever-they-were completely naked in the shower was untimely, but he usually did it anyway.

    Kent had been with the Falconers for almost five months. Jack thought it wouldn’t be a problem. He’d been very wrong. It was a huge problem, just not in the way he’d originally anticipated. He and Kent had made amends a couple of years ago, when Jack formally and publicly came out to the world as bisexual. Kent had thought the move incredibly brave, and had followed suit in revealing his own homosexuality a few days later. A couple more NHL and AHL players shared their sexualities too after that.

    Saddled with You Can Play responsibilities as well as team promotions and public appearances and interviews, Jack and Kent reconciled their differences. It was at first only for PR’s sake, but after months of overly polite and tense conversations, the awkwardness melted away. It left behind a close friendship that neither of them had prepared for. Both were grown adults that had come to terms with their own demons, and no longer felt anger and betrayal towards the other. The smiles became genuine, the chirping frequent, and the bond between them grew strong again.

    Kent’s contract with the Aces had ended last season, and when it became clear that it wasn’t going to be renewed, Jack had a quiet word with Georgia. He’d talked it over with Bitty, his parents, even his therapist, and had finally come to the conclusion that he was ready to play with Kent once again. An offer was drawn up, and that summer Kent was recruited into the Falconers as Jack’s alternate captain.

    And it had been magic between them from the get go. Jack had almost forgotten the thrill he felt when playing with Kent, but the second they stepped onto the ice together it all came rushing back. They didn’t need to speak. Their bodies fell into rhythm once more, as if the last twelve years hadn’t happened and they were still at the Q together. Except now they were both faster, stronger, wiser, and made a formidable duo. It was February now, and the Falconers were well on their way to clinching a playoff spot.

   No, the problem hadn’t come from playing together again. The problem was Kent himself. Jack remembered everything about Kent, just as he remembered nothing about him. The dimples in his cheeks had been there when they were seventeen, but the guardedness in his smile hadn’t been. His hair was still just as messy, but his eyes were harder. There was still a map of freckles along his shoulder blades, but the fingers on his left hand were slightly crooked now, shattered by a rogue puck three years ago.

    Jack wondered how much of himself had changed and what was still the same. He wondered how much of it Kent noticed.

    At first, it wasn’t an issue. He had been so excited to have Kent playing on his line again, and his teammates could see that in every smile and every step on the ice. Even Bitty, who hadn’t been Kent’s biggest fan after that one fateful kegster, had started to see how much happier Jack was for having Kent in his life again. Bitty would never attempt to explain it, but he’d often thought that Jack and Kent just had this magnetic pull towards one another that would never break. It might not have been the healthiest thing during the last few months of the Q and the aftermath of Jack’s overdose, but that was all behind them now. Bitty wasn’t concerned any longer.

    And so, their friendship flourished. Off the ice they would hang out, the old banter and comradery still there as they worked out together, or chilled in their apartments, or went out to dinner. Bitty was never excluded, and now there was no animosity, he and Kent grew close together too. They would go shopping, or to farmer’s markets and flea markets. Bitty would run ahead, buying crates of plump peaches, or new throw cushions, and Jack and Kent would trail behind, chirping one another and carrying the bags. It was a happy medium.

    Until it suddenly wasn’t.

    On hindsight, it probably started from the moment Kent turned up to the first summer training session. Jack clearly remembered his unkept hair poking out of his backwards Falcs cap, and the familiar lopsided grin on his friend’s face. The way Kent had almost sung the words ‘Sup, Zimms?’ took him straight back to when they were seventeen and amid their chaotic romance, if one could call it that. He could barely mutter out his own reply, and his cheeks must have been bright red because Tater and Poots had instantly started catcalling.

    The weird, fluttery feeling vanished as soon as the talk turned to serious hockey, and Jack slipped into his captain mode with ease. The moment was forgotten, but it wasn’t long before Jack would feel it happening again. His eyes would find Kent’s across the crowded locker room, and there would be a soft smile shared, before Snowy would swat Kent’s ass with a wound-up towel, or Tater would manhandle Jack into wrestling him. Or when Kent was over for pie on a Sunday afternoon (Kent’s favourite was raspberry and dark chocolate), and Jack gazed at Kent and Bitty dancing around the kitchen as they flicked flour at one another. It was little moments like that that reminded him of his senior year at college, when he had begun to fall in love with Bitty.

    Fast forward six months, and Jack was well aware of what was happening by now. He wasn’t stupid, and almost an expert at checking in with himself and assessing how he felt. He was in love with Kent all over again. And it was tearing him up inside. He knew he didn’t love Bitty any less, because every time he set eyes on Bitty’s adorable freckles, or he heard that sweet Southern voice chirp him, or he felt honey kisses on his cheek, Jack knew he actually loved him more with each passing second.

    Bitty was his everything.

    And that was why guilt ate at him constantly. He hated how his stomach would churn when Kent flashed a grin at him. He hated how his heart would stutter when Kent gave him a tight hug. He hated how he shivered with arousal when he happened to steal a glimpse of Kent’s sharp, defined shoulder blades when he was tugging off his shirt in the locker room. It felt like a betrayal. He would enjoy the fleeting thrill for the briefest of seconds, and then the self-loathing would creep up on him and swallow him whole.

    He didn’t dare tell anyone, not even his therapist, who held everything within the strictest confidence. He feared that speaking the words aloud would make him snap. He was already so close. He had been married to Bitty for over a year now, he shouldn’t want anybody else. It was selfish. And it wasn’t like Bitty didn’t fulfil everything for him, because he did, and more. It wasn’t like there were gaps in their relationship he thought Kent could fill. He loved Bitty more than anything in the world. The problem was, he loved Kent too.

    He spent every waking moment fretting about it. Bitty could never find out. He would be so upset, and Jack couldn’t lose him. Losing Bitty was an unspeakable fear that he could barely even acknowledge. So, telling him was out of the question. And Kent could never find out either. Kent was another constant in his life that he couldn’t do without, not again. It had been so hard to cut him out after the overdose, and even after all those years, he still ached for him. He had still melted into him at that kegster despite the harsh words and years of broken friendship. He couldn’t do it again. They had never spoken about whatever their relationship had been, and Jack didn’t dare open fresh wounds for either of them. If Kent didn’t feel the same way, then Jack would lose him too.

    Kent feeling the same way was a possibility Jack wouldn’t allow himself to consider. It would just make everything ten times worse. Choosing between Bitty and Kent would be a heart-breaking dilemma. Ultimately, he would choose Bitty, but hurting Kent would kill him. It was best to leave things as they were, where he could suffer in silence and not have to think about choosing between them.

    And boy was he suffering. It hadn’t affected his game, yet, but that was a constant worry too. As of yet he’d managed to leave his anxiety behind in the locker room and be their captain without an issue. But he knew it was just a matter of time before that façade started to slip too. He’d stopped going to team dinners, and trips to the bar, and S.O.A.P BBQs. It was hell of a lot harder to control himself when they were off the ice, and even more so when there was alcohol involved. It wasn’t a problem for either of them now, but after a few beers Jack knew he became less guarded and more relaxed. That was usually a good thing, but when Kent became rosy cheeked and affectionate and quick to laugh after his own beers, Jack didn’t want to risk anything.

    It was both easier and harder around Bitty. Easier because Bitty reminded him of everything on the line, and harder because they were both just so perfect and made his heart swell. The result was a stiffness and a fear that they would catch onto him. He would find himself making excuses to leave the room, or even worse, cancel on Kent unexpectedly. It hurt him to do, but it was better than the alternative. He always struggled to sleep afterwards, overwhelmed with guilt and worry, and it wasn’t uncommon for Bitty to find him still awake at five am when he had to get up for his shift at the bakery.

    It was starting to take its toll on his appearance too. He’d noticed the dark circles underneath his eyes from the lack of sleep. He always felt exhausted, and was distracted easily, twitching and jumping at the slightest thing. He was starting to get sick of lying when people asked him what was wrong. There were only so many ways he could say he’d just had a bad night’s sleep. He knew Bitty was getting more and more worried about him, but there was nothing he could do. He just had to keep powering through.

    He tore his eyes away from the expanse of creamy skin of Kent’s back, and forced himself to continue strapping on his armour. Sometimes it felt like the days in the Q, where he had to take each day as it came. Sometimes it felt like he was battling the anxiety again, unable to find a second to breathe. He had a weird sense of déjà vu as he focussed on tying knots, and had to take a moment to listen to the voices around him. That was Tater. And Snowy. And Poots. He wasn’t in the Q. He wasn’t seventeen. He was twenty-nine and playing in the Falconers.

    He could do this.

    He moved in an almost dream-like state, standing at the door of the locker room and waiting for the rest of his team to head out into the tunnel before him. He gave them all a stiff smile and a stiffer nod as they passed him. Kent left last, and Jack’s smile softened against his will. He didn’t get a nod, and Kent moved in for his customary tight hug. Jack took a deep breath as Kent held him against his chest, letting the familiarity comfort and ground him. Kent pulled back with a big grin and led the way out onto the rink. Jack steeled himself and then followed him.

    The cold air helped. He breathed deep and let the chill fill his lungs before exhaling slowly. He blocked out the roar of the crowd and the drone of the commentators with relative ease and managed to put on his hockey blinkers. He knew Bitty would be in the S.O.A.P’s box, so he flashed a smile in that general direction before gliding out onto the ice and beginning the warm up. Just another game in the eighty-two.

    The game started off well for the Falconers. Jack was magic on the ice as usual, bouncing off Kent’s assists as if they were one being. The third period began with a bang, and the opposing team seemed to have had a fire lit beneath him. Jack gritted his teeth and skated harder, determined not to let the puck slip by their defence. The rest of his team were struggling to keep the game clean, taking the checks and resisting the urge to drop their gloves. It wasn’t ideal, but Jack was grateful. If he had to keep his wits about him to stay on his feet then he didn’t have to think about Kent.

    He was doing well for most of the allocated ice time, and finally there was only twenty minutes to go. The Falcs were leading three to two, and Jack found the puck in his possession once again. Another goal wasn’t necessary, but it wouldn’t hurt. He pumped his legs and kept low to the ice, weaving in and out between other players with expert precision. Ahead, he saw Kent out of the corner of his eye, and couldn’t resist the small smile. Kent always knew where he needed to be. As soon as there was an opening, he fired the puck in Kent’s direction.

   Kent received it with ease, and was off in a second. Kent was almost as fast as Bitty, and Jack always responded well to his speed. He followed his teammate, ready to seize ownership of the puck if Kent needed to double back. As Kent neared the other team’s goal though, Jack became aware of one of the opposing team’s defencemen suddenly heading in Kent’s direction. Kent’s head was bowed, too busy concentrating on the dark puck on the white ice and guiding it home.

    For the briefest second, time seemed to stop. Jack’s breath caught in his throat and his stick slipped in his hands. Everything sped up again and he was filled with a sudden need to get there, now. He couldn’t let that guy get any closer to Kent. It was irrational. This was hockey. They were at risk of getting hurt at every turn. But something told Jack he just couldn’t risk Kent being in danger. He willed his legs to skate faster, ignoring the burn in them as he powered on.

    He didn’t make it.

    The puck bolted past him somewhere to his left, but he didn’t see it. The defenceman struck Kent on his left slide, slamming him straight into the glass so hard it trembled in its frame. Jack seemed to watch it in slow motion, his eyes tracking the rise of Kent’s body, and then its impact against the surface. Time sped up again when Kent slumped to the floor. For the most awful second, Jack feared he wasn’t going to get back up again. But then Kent groaned and clutched his head with a shaky hand.

     Jack let out a shaky breath, feeling his legs turn to jelly as their trainer, Scott, headed straight onto the ice. Kent got to his feet, but wobbled dangerously, and Scott escorted him off the ice. Kent glanced over his shoulder and threw him a crooked smile before he disappeared. He was going to be okay, but that didn’t stop Jack’s heart from hammering in his chest, or the tingling from creeping up his fingers. He tried to breathe deep, ignoring the roaring in his ears. He needed to get off the ice. Now.

    Coach Maunder seemed to understand and waved him off, their second line instantly vaulting over the board and onto the ice for the final fifteen minutes. Jack staggered back onto solid ground, yanking off his helmet and tossing it aside. His skates followed, tugging them off between awkward, hurried steps. He ignored his teammates and hurried down the tunnel in his socks. No one stopped him, knowing an attack would be imminent if he couldn’t get to Kent. The only thing that comforted him was knowing that Bitty would be on his way to Scott’s examination room too.

    He broke out into a run as soon as he was out of the tunnel, tearing down the corridor and into the training room. The staff hung back, giving him clear access. They were all aware of Jack’s need to ensure all his teammates were okay. He caught himself at the open door, hanging off the frame, and let out a trembling sigh of relief when he saw Kent sat up on the bed, wide eyed but otherwise okay. Scott glanced up from checking his pupils and lifted an eyebrow at him, but was silent.

    “Aw man, Zimms,” Kent scoffed, rolling his eyes and ignoring Scott tutting at him. “I’m fine, you didn’t have to follow me.”

    Jack didn’t respond. Relief flooded his chest and he visibly relaxed, his shoulders slumping. He suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. He ducked out of the room again and hurried down the hallway again. He didn’t stop until he was by the locker room entrance. Instead of going inside, where his teammates would be in a short time, he slid down the wall until he was sitting. He dug his fingers into his damp, scruffy hair, and took long, measured breaths. It was awkward in his bulky armour, but he counted the length of the inhales and the exhales until his heart stopped its racing. It didn’t stop his eyes from burning though.

    This was enough now. He nearly made a very grave mistake on the ice there. The different scenarios ran amok in his head, none of them good. He couldn’t show favouritism on the ice like that. He could have put himself or Kent in danger of a bad check, and could have lost the game. That wasn’t good enough. As the captain of the Falconers, he owed his team hell of a lot more than that. This needed to stop. One way or another.

    He couldn’t lose Bitty. But he didn’t have to lose Kent as a friend either. He would have to get over these ridiculous feelings before he got himself into serious trouble. His throat prickled at the mere thought of it. He couldn’t have Kent. He needed to accept that. It was selfish of him to want Kent when he already cherished Bitty so much. It wasn’t fair to anyone, and it wasn’t fair to keep putting himself through all this suffering and worrying those that he loved.

    He didn’t know how long he sat there for. After a while, he felt someone slide down the wall and sit beside him, all broad shoulders and huge thighs. He didn’t look to see who it was. He was breathing semi-normally now, but he knew he must still look like a wreck. He didn’t speak. His throat was too tight to force out any words.

    “I see what happening here,” Tater’s voice announced quietly.

    Jack’s brow furrowed and his stomach gave a sickening lurch, but he still didn’t speak. Tater didn’t know what he was talking about. He was a gossip, not because he was spiteful, but because he had a genuine interest in his friends’ lives. Jack didn’t dare ask him what he meant, but the fear started to gnaw at him instantly.

    “You love B. More than anything in world, no?” Tater continued, not put off by his silence in the slightest. When Jack nodded, Tater sympathetically patted his knee. “Shows on face, Zimmboni, we all know that. But…” He lowered his voice conspiratorially and leaned in. “Know what else shows on face? Love for K.”

    Jack didn’t gasp, but it was a near thing. Instead he inhaled sharply and seized the fabric of his pants, his knuckles white. He was fucked. He thought he’d been so careful, so discreet. But if Tater knew, then the whole team had probably noticed too. And that meant Kent must know too. And Bitty. Oh fuck.

    “Relax,” Tater murmured soothingly, patting his knee again with all the strength of an elevator. “You worry over nothing, Zimmboni. You be honest with B, he understand.”

    “No,” Jack finally managed to grind out, shaking his head in defeat. “He can’t know, Tater. I can’t lose him.”

    “Sometimes I think life too short to love one person, you know?” Tater hummed thoughtfully. Jack stared at him in disbelief. “Some people have one soul mate. Others have more.”

    “Tater,” Jack began weakly, blinking at him. “What are you saying?”

    “I’m saying you should smooch Aces rat,” Tater smirked. The insult had turned into a fond nickname for Kent long ago. “He and B might surprise you.”

    Before Jack could stammer out any kind of reply, Tater winked at him and rose to his feet with a gracefulness that a man his size shouldn’t possess. Jack stared after him, struggling to comprehend what the hell just happened. Did Tater just encourage him to kiss Kent? And tell Bitty? But that was absurd. That would be asking for trouble.

    But the way Tater had said it…it was almost a guarantee that Bitty and Kent would be fine with it. How would Tater know that? What did he know that Jack didn’t? Jack took another deep, wobbly breath and then shook his head. No. Tater was wrong. He would stick to his original plan. He would get over Kent. And the first thing he needed to do was make sure he was okay.

    He staggered to his feet, wincing at the stiffness in his knees. He padded back to the training room with a lot less haste, feeling bone weary. When he stepped inside, he was greeted with Bitty sat on the bed facing Kent, looking smart in dark chinos, and wearing a serious expression. Scott was nowhere to be found, and they were both talking to each other in low voices. When they saw that Jack was there, they both stopped and gave him disarming smiles.

    All thoughts of getting over Kent instantly left his brain. He couldn’t. They were both just so perfect to him in every way. They both brought out the best in him, and Tater was right. He loved them both, no one more than the other, just both, wholly and completely. The revelation finally made something inside him snap.

    “I love you,” he said weakly, hating how strained his voice sounded. He swallowed and tried again, but he sounded just as choked. “I love both of you.”

    He wasn’t sure what reaction he was expecting, anger and disbelief maybe, so he was thoroughly shell-shocked when they both smiled at him. Kent’s was his usual charming and crooked grin, and Bitty’s beaming face glowed like the sun. Jack stared at them, unable to speak.

    “Oh honey,” Bitty sighed happily, his voice warm like molten sugar. “We know.” He said simply.

    “Wh-what?”

    “We know,” Kent repeated, face almost splitting in two with his huge smile. “Feeling’s mutual, Zimms. Love you too.”

    Jack stared. Was he dead? Was he dreaming? Did he take a check after all and was hallucinating? He didn’t know, but the feeling of his body soaring was real enough. This wasn’t a joke. This was real. He got to have this.

     “Kent and I were talking,” Bitty went on to explain, holding out his hand. Jack took it and stepped close, feeling numb. “We know how you’ve been feeling, and we know how this has been eating you up inside. We have a solution.” He paused to glance at Kent and then back at Jack, grinning even wider. “What do you say to Kent joining our relationship?”

    Simply enough, Jack didn’t know what to say. Include Kent in their relationship? It was a crazy idea, but it sounded so beautiful coming from Bitty’s mouth, like the stuff of dreams. Fuck it would be hard work, and would require a lot of talking, which wasn’t Jack’s favourite, but he owed it to them and he owed it to himself to give it a go. Two boyfriends. Shit.

    Slowly, a smile spread across his face and he nodded.

    “So, is that a yes?” Kent smirked, lifting an eyebrow.

    “Yes,” Jack agreed quickly, his body suddenly on fire with the need to kiss him. He clenched and unclenched his fists, itching to feel his skin beneath his fingertips. “Yes.”

    “Then why don’t you get your butt over here and kiss me?”

    Jack closed the distance.

    The end.

I hope you enjoyed reading this! The original prompt requested Shitty being Jack’s relationship guru, but this seemed to fit the story better. I imagine Shitty's advice would have gone something like this...

Shitty: Jack. Jack motherfucking Zimmermann. Canadian Adonis. Fruit of my loins. Apple of my eye. Just fucking bone him, brah, you'll feel a lot better for it. Monogomy is a social construct designed by the fuckers who seek to control society through conformity. Fight the man, Jackie boy. Go forth and create a whole hareem of handsome men and women and everyone in between if your heart desires. Just talk to Bits first though, yeah? Communication is key and all that good shit.

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #checkplease #checkplease fanfiction #omgheartbreakfest #pimmbits #pimbits #pb&j #jack/parse/bitty #jack/bitty/parse #jack zimmermann #eric bittle #kent parson #my work #my writing

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Hogsmeade: A Date?

“Hey,” Sirius mumbled between kisses placed sporadically on Cress’ neck. She responded with a small ‘hm?’, clearly distracted by his roaming hands and lips. “You’ll go with me t’Hogsmeade this weekend, right?” he whispered in her ear, then bit and sucked on the lobe gently.

She chuckled, squirming and making a slight whimpering noise at his antics. “’Course, yeah,” she answered, before eagerly pulling his lips back to her own.

Two days later and Sirius was pulling on a thin sweater, messing with his hair in the mirror for the thirtieth time. Coming up behind him, Remus tousled his locks back into a messy mop, chuckling. “If you stand in front of that mirror any longer, you’ll miss the entire trip.”

“I haven’t—oh, shut up,” Sirius said, quickly patting his hair back down before finally relinquishing his command of the mirror. James slid in after him, fruitlessly attempting to tame his own locks. The boys were preparing for the trip to Hogsmeade, which Sirius had lost sleep over in all his anticipation. Stealing away for snogging sessions all week had been brilliant, but Sirius found he was equally excited to get to parade around the shops with Cress on his arm. He’d woken up early after a fitful night of rest and gone down to breakfast alone, inhaling a large portion of biscuits and gravy before any of his friends even arrived. Over the course of the week their friends had ensured that at any given opportunity, Cress and Sirius sat beside each other. He felt sure that this wouldn’t have occurred had they not forced it—beside the moments of blissful snogging, things had been mildly awkward between he and the redhead. But this morning, Cress came up to him herself, swiftly taking the seat beside him with a wide smile on her face.

“’Morning,” she said, grabbing a biscuit from the table. He responded in kind, smiling just at the sight of her. She had a mischievous air about her that both turned him on and ignited his curiosity. “Got any special plans for the day?” she asked, glancing at him with a smirk on her face.

Sirius chuckled, taking up the banter easily, “Not really,” he said with a shrug. “Just a boring ol’ Hogsmeade trip, nothin’ spectacular. Hoping to maybe meet a good-looking bird during my excursions.”

Cress held back a snort, buttering her biscuit and not looking at him. “Well, I wish you luck in your endeavors. I myself have a riveting afternoon planned with a pretty handsy bloke.” She finally looked at him, biting down on her biscuit with gusto, a playful grin on her face.

They continued like this throughout breakfast, adamantly ignoring their plans with each other. By the time they were all leaving the Great Hall, Sirius was two seconds away from pulling her into a side corridor and pinning her to a wall.

The boys and girls had parted ways in the common room, all heading off to get ready for the afternoon off the grounds. Flirting with Cress so conspicuously all morning had sent Sirius’ enthusiasm for the day boiling even higher, and by the time the 6th year boys were all ready to leave he was practically bouncing on his heels.

“Oi, take a rest, will ya? Putting me on edge, bobbing around like that. ‘nd I need to be nice and relaxed to be on my top game for Lily.” James stood in front of the door as they waited for Peter, who was just finishing throwing on a jumper. “Besides, don’t think Cress will want to spend the day with ya if you’re acting more jittery than a pixie on a sugar kick.”

Sirius took a deep breath, heeding his friends’ advice, and tried to stand still for a moment. “Just—will you hurry up, Pete?” he said, annoyance in his voice. The small blonde boy came up beside Sirius immediately, tugging on the bottom of his sweater.

“Ready, sorry,” he apologized, which the other three ignored. The lot descended the staircase, Sirius and James side by side as they bounded down to the common room. It was clear that most of the rest of the house had already left to meet in the courtyard, so the boys hurried their pace to catch up. Once there, Sirius’ eyes glanced over the crowd to find his redhead. A prod at his side made him jump, and he looked down to find Cress just behind him, to his right.

She looked fit as hell, sporting leggings beneath a casual skirt and a sweater that hugged her curves perfectly. He briefly licked his lips unknowingly, to which Cress laughed and poked his side again. His chest filled with the anticipation he’d been feeling for days, though now it seemed to have doubled and be working overtime on his heart. He was about to spend the entire afternoon with this girl, and not just as friends but something more.

“Quit starin’, Black,” came Marlene’s voice from his other side. She walked around him to stand beside Cress, looping her arm through the redhead’s in a way that made Sirius oddly jealous. Was supposed to be his arm linked through hers today, wasn’t it? All week it’d seemed like Marlene was around when he expressly wanted her not to be, as though she needed to continuously check up on her property which she was simply loaning to him for now. Cress insisted she was only being a protective friend, and said that Marlene just wanted to make sure they didn’t go too fast. Sirius didn’t understand why that should be any of the brunette’s business, but kept his mouth shut. “You’ll get an eye twitch, f’yer not careful.”

Sighing at the sight of her, Sirius made a face. “Bugger off, Marlene. Didn’t say anything about this being some sort’ve threesome when we decided t’go together.”

The Scottish girl raised her eyebrows and her hands as though she’d been assaulted. “Ho, ho, ho, possessive lil’ bugger, aren’t we? Last time I checked, ye weren’t opposed t’the idea of a threesome.” Smirking, she leaned back into her linkage with Cress.

Sirius rolled his eyes, his face faintly burning at the mention of the three of them together. It had certainly crossed his mind on a few occasions, but today was meant to be about he and Cress getting their own time out and about together—not some friendly soiree that would end up feeling like any other Hogsmeade trip. Sensing the tension, Cress intervened. “Alright, alright, enough discussion about threesomes. Marls…” she started slowly, turning to her friend, “can join up with us later, yeah?”

Marlene smiled at the redhead, much more eager to acquiesce to her request than she’d been with Sirius. “Sure, love,” she said, smacking a quick kiss to Cress’ cheek before breaking apart from her. Stepping into Sirius’ space, she whispered, “Don’t ye dare try’n shag’er in the bloody Shriekin’ Shack,” before walking off. Sirius shook his head, chuckling quietly, as Cress stepped forward in front of him.

“Sorry about that,” she said, her smile meek. They’d both been interrupted and jabbed at by each other’s friends so many times that week that they’d quickly become accustomed to apologizing on their behalf. Sirius shrugged, his hands stuffed in his pants pockets, a sheepish smile on his face.

“So, thought you had some plans with a handsy bloke?” he offered, hoping to make it back to their place of playfulness from that morning.

Cress laughed, nodding. “I do, yeah. Thought he might get cold feet, but he showed up after all.”

At the sound of McGonagall’s whistle, they all turned their attention to the emerald-hatted woman. She called out for them to follow her and the rest of the chaperoning staff, and the student body of thirteen- to seventeen-year-olds collectively made their way to Hogsmeade. Sirius hadn’t exactly planned out their afternoon, having wanted to keep things open-ended based on what Cress might want to do. He expected a trip to Zonko’s, as was tradition, and thought they’d pop in for some sweets at Honeyduke’s to start the day, but thought it best not to assume anything else about Cress’ expectations. Though their friends were walking nearby, they’d apparently all decided to finally give the couple some time on their own—at least for now. Sirius fully anticipated a prank or two at some point during the day, but chose not to stress over the time or place.

When they made it to Hogsmeade, Sirius suggested they stop in for candy, his treat. Cress gave him a knowing, happy smile at that, as though she’d been waiting to see if he’d offer to pay for things. Neither of them had actually said the word ‘date’, but Sirius felt the common nervousness and tension that was associated with any first date—even with one of your best mates. Opening the door for her, they walked into the sound of students laughing and talking, the aisles of Honeyduke’s already lined with young witches and wizards. Purely to keep from losing each other, Sirius reached out and grabbed Cress’ hand, entwining their fingers as though he’d done it a thousand times. In actuality, they’d only held hands when they were in more private settings, but he felt now was an appropriate time to break that pattern. Tugging her along, Sirius pushed through the crowded entryway and towards some of the more popular sweets. Unable to make it very far, they found themselves wedged in the chocolate aisle, their chests pressed together as their fellow students passed behind them.

“Well,” Sirius said, grinning down at her in amusement over the situation. “Not the best first choice, apparently. D’you like citrus lemon truffles, by chance?” He reached above her head to grab the only chocolates near enough, showing her the box. Cress made a face, so he laughed and returned the candy to its shelf.

“Got any raspberry chocolate, good sir?” she asked, arching her back and pressing her chest into him more, as if she were trying to give him more room to look. All this managed to do was distract Sirius entirely from the chocolates, his body responding to being so close to hers. Pressing his lips together into a tight smile and looking up, he let out a quiet, “Hmm-hmm…” as he tried to get himself under control. Raising her eyebrows, Cress laughed and stood up on her toes, trying to catch his eyes as they wandered above her head. “In public? Really, Black? ‘m honestly not that attractive.” Still chuckling, she reached a hand up around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers, effectively making the situation that much worse for him. They kissed for a moment before a student bumped into Sirius’ back, causing him to push into Cress and her to stumble against the shelf behind them. Teetering a bit, the shelf rocked back and forth several times, chocolates dropping from their spots up and down the aisle. The two watched as it bobbed, candies falling intermittently like light rain, waiting to see if it would go completely. To their relief the shelf stopped after a few moments, and they both let out an audible sigh.

Scattered across their feet were different chocolate bars and boxes, the shelves looking much emptier now. It took them both several moments of surveying the damage before they registered it, and, looking up to meet each other’s eyes, both held in their laughter. “C’mon,” Sirius said, quickly grabbing her hand again and pulling her the opposite direction that they’d came. The two side-stepped as many chocolates as they could, as the sound of employees coming up behind them met their ears. What in Godric’s name happened? they heard one of them cry, and quickened their pace in response. Pushing through students of every house, Sirius zig-zagged their way to the door, thrusting it open and breathing a deep breath of fresh, fall air as they found their freedom.

Staggering a few feet away from the shop, the couple stopped to catch their breath, their hands still entwined. After a few moments they caught each other’s eye again, and immediately burst into a fit of laughter. Sirius leaned against the wall of the shop to balance himself, and Cress careened in front of him, their hands keeping them close. As their laughter began to die the two glanced at each other’s lips and slowly began to lean forward.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” came the aggravated voice of someone behind them. Lifting his head, Sirius looked behind Cress’ shoulder to see a blonde, boring Hufflepuff boy gawking at them. Aaron MacMillan. Cress turned around and let out a small squeak at the sight of him, stepping back so that her back met Sirius’ chest.

“A-Aaron,” she stammered, her cheeks immediately turning a bright shade of pink. The boy did not look pleased to see her, his lips pursed and arms crossed. Sirius imagined that he thought himself to be intimidating, but truly it only looked like a three-year-old about to throw a tantrum for not getting his way.

“You’re honestly here with him? Do you not remember agreeing to come with me not five days ago?” He shook his head as Cress stumbled over her response. “Honestly, didn’t picture you as a slag, Cress.”

“Oi!” Sirius called out, his body immediately tensing as he stepped forward around Cress. “Want t’get socked in the face again, MacMillan?”

The Hufflepuff scoffed. “You actually going to have a reason this time? Does that move work for you, Black, interrupting girl’s kisses and punching the bloke they’d been happily snogging?”

Sirius smirked, though his demeanor was still one of anger and annoyance. “Apparently it does.”

Aaron narrowed his eyes at this, turning his attention back to Cress. “Next time you go kissing two blokes in one week, try to only promise one of them a date.”

“Y’know what, MacMillan…” Sirius started between gritted teeth, his fist balling up as he took a step forward. Before he could make his move, though, an arm popped out from the side of Aaron, its fist connecting with his jaw evenly. Aaron stumbled backward, grabbing his face and staring, shocked. Looking entirely satisfied with this outcome, Sirius smirked at him. “I’d better go, if I were you,” he offered, and Aaron took his advice, turning and stalking off quickly.

Turning to the owner of the mystery fist, Sirius grinned. James looked rather proud of himself, as well, and slapped Sirius on the shoulder. “Looked like that bloke could use a good socking.”

Sirius shrugged. “Well, was gonna do it myself, but I guess I don’t mind the help.” Coming up beside him, Cress linked her hand with his again, her face still a bit crestfallen over the experience.

“Thanks for stepping in, James. Don’t think Sirius could’ve gotten away with punching the same bloke twice in one week without some extra detention.” She looked up at Sirius, offering him a weak smile. His heart sank at the sight of how this had affected her, still silently wishing he had gotten the chance to hit MacMillan twice.

James told them not to mention it and made some excuse about finding Lily before walking back off, leaving the two of them on their own in the avenue. Sirius turned to stand in front of Cress, sighing at the outcome of their first bit of time together. “Can we…maybe…start this whole thing over? Clearly candy was not the best idea.”

She smiled up at him, nodding gently. “Would like that. Yeah. Are you hungry? Could get lunch…see if the Three Broomsticks has a table for two?”

A table for two. Hand holding. A good socking. Definitely a date, he was becoming sure of it.

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Star Gazing - Chapter 2

<-- Chapter 1

Da-Jeong pushed her way through the busy airport crowds, shoving her way towards where she knew her sister was waiting to meet her. She was practically buzzing with excitement at the idea of seeing Mi-Na again after so long, it had been much too long and she was missing that much needed sisterly banter they always had going-

Her thoughts were cut short by the slam of a body crashing into hers.

“YOU DICK,” Mi-Na all but yelled as she threw herself at Da-Jeong.

“Says the queen o’ dicks herself,” Da-Jeong laughed as she shoved Mi-Na away.

“So, where’s my gift from England??” Mi-Na immediately asked, grabbing Da-jeong’s arm as they made their way out of the airport.

“Pfft, who even says I got you a gift from England, I’m only there studying, it’s not a holiday Mi-Na,” Da-Jeong rolled her eyes, adjusting her hold on her suitcase.

“Yeah okay not a holiday but where’s my gift?” She grinned taking one of Da-Jeong’s bags over her own shoulder. Da-Jeong sighed but pulled a small bag out from behind her back and handed it to a squealing Mi-Na. “I knew you got me a gift!” She shouted with a huge grin, all but running through the car park so she could throw the bags in the car and open her gift.

“Yah! Mi-Na, slow down!” Da-Jeong panted. She eventually reached the car and managed to throw her suitcase and other bags in the back before jumping into the passenger seat. She looked at Mi-Na who was sat in the drivers seat gripping her gift. “Yes, you can open it,” Da-Jeong sighed with a mocking roll of her eyes. Mi-Na squealed again as she tore the bag open to reveal a cheap London snow globe which held Big Ben and the London Eye inside with cheap sparkly glitter for snow. In addition to that, there was also a small leather bracelet because Da-jeong knew how she liked to collect things she could tie around her ankles from other places.

“Yeahhh booyyy, you got me a snow globe for my collection and a BRACELET FOR MY ANKLE YEESSSS!” Mi-Na slapped Da-Jeong’s thigh repeatedly in excitement before hugging her so fast she didn’t even have the chance to shove her away.

The car journey home continued like this, Mi-Na yelling in excitement and slapping at Da-Jeong’s leg and Da-Jeong yelling at Mi-Na to focus on the damn driving.

Even the reunion with her family was loud and involved Mi-Na screaming in excitement. Although this lasted for all but five minutes before Mi-Na seemed to decide she’d shown her face for long enough and disappeared back into her bedroom to keep watching whatever trashy horror movie she had started this time. Da-Jeong released an amused breath and shook her head, clearly nothing had changed in the time that she had been gone.

Eventually everything settled down and the rest of the afternoon continued into the evening as though she had never left.

~~~

The following day Da-Jeong smiled as she went about her usual morning activities, it really felt as if nothing had changed. The sound of her mum panicking and rushing her youngest sister Soon-Ae out the door was an oh-so-familiar morning routine, things really hadn’t changed while she had been gone. Soon-Ae was practically incapable of leaving for school on time, she never had a valid excuse, she simply liked to push the boundaries of how slowly she could get ready.

Da-Jeong wasn’t surprised to find that the house was quiet when she got out of the shower, everyone had already left. On returning to her room she found an envelope resting on her pillow.

“TaeTae? Taehyung?” She called out, eyebrows creased in confusion as she picked up the envelope. She shrugged her shoulders when no reply came and assumed he had disappeared on fairy business or something. On opening the envelope she found instructions scrawled messily on paper and signed off by her mum. It seemed Da-Jeong was going to be hunting down oranges for her mum but oh no, it could never be average supermarket fruit, no she had to go to a specific independent store that no one had ever heard of because things with her mum could never be easy. She rolled her eyes and groaned but got ready quickly nonetheless, the sooner she found the shop, the sooner she could come home and do nothing.

Da-Jeong grumbled to herself incoherently as she followed the uncharacteristically messy handwritten directions of her mother. She didn’t even know where she was supposed to be going, all she knew was that she had found an envelope on her bed from her mother asking her to go collect a real specific kind of orange from some obscure store she wasn’t even sure existed. She continued to follow these instructions down a quieter street, a few people sat outside a small pink café, others were exiting a small supermarket. The street was so small there was no drivable road, only a pretty cobblestone path way. Da-Jeong looked again at the instructions, ‘continue up the street’, where was this even taking her? She had never even been here before-

Her thoughts were cut off when she slammed straight into another body.

“Ah! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going I-” Da-Jeonghan choked on her last word as she stared up at the face before her.

“Sorry, it’s my fault, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” Jeonghan apologised, patting your shoulder to smooth out the ruffled t-shirt. “I was trying to follow these instructions,” he explained, holding up a crumpled sheet similar to that which Da-Jeong held.

“I was literally doing the same thing man,” Da-Jeong gathered herself and held up her own sheet. She couldn’t believe she had somehow managed to bump into Yoon Jeonghan in the street, her heart was racing but she sure as hell wasn’t going to let on that it was. “My mum left me these instructions telling me where to go and honestly I’m not even sure I’m reading her handwriting correctly, I have no clue where I’m going,” Da-Jeong chuckled, waving her instructions next to Jeonghan’s.

“It’s funny, my buddy also left these instructions in some ominous envelope on my bed and I haven’t heard of the place but he wants some real specific kind of orange??” Jeonghan laughed.

“Dude no way, we’re literally after the same thing- hang on, look at this,” Da-Jeong pulled Jeonghan’s wrist so that his instructions were next to hers. “The same bad handwriting, what the hell- oh…” her eyes widened as she realised this was Taehyung’s doing. Her mind flash backed to the last time he left her a note reminding her not to forget her art portfolio.

“Hey I didn’t even notice, that’s so weird,” Jeonghan agreed, seeming not to notice Da-Jeong’s eyes of realisation. He moved closer so that their shoulders brushed as he looked at the two sheets put together, he didn’t seem to notice the way her heart sped up at the slight contact. “So, you haven’t-” he was cut off by a girl’s high pitched squeal which became a group of at least three squealing girls. He winced before grabbing Da-Jeong’s wrist and dragging her into the nearest supermarket, weaving through shelves of vegetables until he came out the other side of the store into a another quiet street. He dragged Da-Jeong behind him until they both stood pressed against the wall in silence, watching the doors of the supermarket for the three squealing girls. One popped her head out the door but on seeing they weren’t in the street, she didn’t bother to look left to where they both stood and instead went back into the store and complained to her friend’s that he had disappeared.

Jeonghan let out a sigh and let his shoulders slump in a more relaxed manner. On realising he still held Da-Jeong’s wrist, he also dropped that.

“Um, what the hell was that?” Da-Jeong turned to Jeonghan with a raised eyebrow.

“Ah, sorry, those girls, they uh, they’re fa- admirers, yeah admirers, they follow me and a few other friends around a lot… don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that they, uh, admire me, but sometimes I just need some time where they aren’t constantly following me, where I can just be an average guy doing average orange shopping,” he explained, almost joking near the end. It was in that moment that Da-Jeong decided she definitely would not be letting on that she knew who he was unless he told her himself because clearly he didn’t need another fan girl coming at him. She was going to approach Jeonghan as a normal guy with the prettiest hair.

“Admirers? Okay… I mean sure you’re a pretty lad and all but that’s kind of weird… Although that’s so not what I meant, it’s all well and fine for you to be running away from screaming girls but why did you drag me with you?” Da-Jeong looked at him through creased eyebrows.

“Oh… well I guess I didn’t think out conversation was over?” He softly rubbed the back of his neck almost nervously. Was Yoon Jeonghan actually getting nervous talking to her?? Da-Jeong’s heart fluttered.

“Oh! Oh okay, well I mean it wasn’t, I- I guess I didn’t realise you’d want to keep talking to me,” Da-Jeong stuttered, pulling at the corners of her paper.

“Well why wouldn’t I?” He gave Da-Jeong a puzzled look.

“I-I don’t know- y’know what shut up, I’m Da-Jeong, nice to meet you!” She didn’t like how nervous she was getting so she quickly changed the topic and stuck out her hand to shake.

“Nice to meet you Da-Jeong, I’m Jeonghan,” he grinned, taking her hand.

“Well Jeonghan, can I just say you have very pretty hair,” she smiled, gazing up at his hair which was currently a pale blonde that just brushed the tops of his ears. She had liked it a lot back when it was long but honestly she thought anything would look beautiful on him, whatever was most comfortable for him was what was most important.

“Thank you! I get that a lot,” he paused to sweep his hair back dramatically, causing Da-Jeong to let out a loud snort, “I like your hair too,” he smirked.

“Yeah, yeah, I also get that a lot,” Da-Jeong imitated his dramatic hair sweep mockingly. He laughed and she inwardly applauded herself.

“So Da-Jeong, how about we go find these specific oranges together?” He suggested, holding up his instruction sheet.

“Or… how about we ditch the oranges and just go straight for coffee?” Da-Jeong grinned, folding up her sheet and stuffing it in her pocket.

“Ohh I like your thinking, anywhere in particular?” He questioned, also shoving his paper into his pocket. Da-Jeong nodded, thinking about the small pink café she had passed earlier.

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